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His Girl - Five

Violet stood to the side as she watch Bellamy and Murphy target practicing. Murphy's knife fell to the ground after he failed to get it to stick in the tree.

"It's that damn kid always messing with my head," the dark haired boy said making the Violet roll her eyes and mutter a small "Sure" under her breath.

"He's not gonna last much longer, better start thinking of a new excuse," Bellamy slightly mocked before winding his arm back and throwing his axe hard enough for it to instill into the tree. Violet shamelessly admired how sexy the man looked. "That's how it's done" he said, voice full of arrogance.

Atom and another kid walked towards the three, "We searched a half-mile all directions. No sign of Trina or Pascal."

"Visit your special tree when you were out there?" Murphy teased making Violet tilt her head in confusion.

"Atom took his punishment. Let it go," Bellamy ordered.

"Bell what punishment? What did he do?" Violet asked, completely confused about what the hell was going on.

"Its nothing Vi, we'll talk about it later," the boy replied making her huff in annoyance. Noticing this, Bellamy walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her into him. "I promise baby," he whispered in her ear sending a shiver down her spine and making her skin flush. He smirked and kissed her cheek, turning his attention back to Atom who started talking again.

"Could be grounders," he suggested.

Murphy of course took a chance to continue his teasing, "Yeah, or they could be in pound town. Lot of that going on recently," he smirked.

Ignoring Murphy, Atom continued "Look, Bellamy people are scared," he gestured to the loud moaning of the boy in the drop ship, "And that dying kid he's not helping the morale around here."

"Morale will go up when I find them more food," Bellamy reassured.

The other boy spoke up, "And what do we say when they ask about Trina and Pascal?"

"For now? Nothing. Its possible they're just lost. We'll keep an eye out for them when we go hunting later."

Murphy had his eyes on the drop ship, "Lets go kill something."

Stopping him from walking any further Bellamy responded, "You're not going. I need you to stay here. If the grounders are circling we can't leave this place unprotected.

Murphy nodded, "Fine. Somebody better tell goggle boy to keep it shut." Violet watched him fail again at getting his knife in the tree before making her way to the drop ship.

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Violet followed Wells up the ladder hearing Monty say, "That would be a firm no." Immediately going to Jasper's side she looked down at the poor boy.

Clarke sighed, "My mother would know what to do."

"How's he doing?" Wells asked making the blonde immediately snap at him.

"How does it look like he's doing Wells?" she glared up at him.

"I'm just trying to help," he defended himself.

Violet and Finn glanced at each other noting the awkward tension between the two.

Clarke spoke up, "You wanna help? Hold him down." she motioned to Jasper.

Violet, Finn and Wells all did as told. Monty looked at Clarke worriedly, "I'm not gonna like this am I?"

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Violet, Monty, Finn,  and Wells, were all holding a screaming Jasper down as Clarke tried to heal his wound.

"Hold him still! I need to cut away the infected flesh," Clarke yelled.

The door opened revealing an exasperated Octavia yelling "Stop it!" "You're killing him!" the tan girl said kneeling next to the boy.

"She's trying to save his life," Finn reassured the girl.

Unfortunately Bellamy had followed his sister to the room, "She can't"

Wells stood up and faced Bellamy, "Back off"

Clarke huffed, "We didn't drag him through miles of woods just to let him die."

"Kid's a goner. If you can't see that you're deluded." Bellamy so sweetly pointed out. "He's making people crazy."

"Sorry if Jasper's an inconvenience to you, but this isn't the ark. Down here every life matters."

"Take a look at him. He's a lost cause," the curly haired boy replied making his girlfriend scoff.

The room was silent for a moment before Clarke turned to Octavia. "Octavia, I've spent my whole life watching my mother heal people, if I say there's hope there's hope." Clarke tried to reassure the girl but was interrupted by the hot headed boy once more.

"This isn't about hope. Its about guts. You don't have the guts to make the hard choices. I do. He's been like this for three days, if he's not better by tomorrow, I'll kill him myself." He went towards the latter before turning back again, "Octavia, Vi, let's go."

His sister didn't even turn to look at him, "I'm staying here." The boy turned to his girlfriend with a raised brow. All she did was give him a disgusted look before turning back to the group, refusing to acknowledge him any more than that. Bellamy's face softened for a moment before nodding in understanding and distending down the ladder.

Monty interrupted the silence, "Power hungry, self serving, jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." He glanced at Octavia and Violet, "No offence" Octavia just shook her head while Violet mumbled a "You're not wrong."

Finn agreed, "Yeah Bellamy is all that, but he also happens to be right."

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Violet caught up to Bellamy right before he left. "You're not killing him."

"Sweetheart-"

"Kill him and you lose me," with that she turned her back and walked away from him.

Bellamy's heart felt like it stopped when she spoke those words. The last thing he ever wanted was to lose his sister or his girl.

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The remaining criminals including Violet all made their way to the drop ship in a hurry.

"What's going on?" Monty asked a random girl.

"The air got thick everybody's skin started burning."

Octavia looked at the boy worriedly, "Monty my brothers out there."

"He'll be fine. We'll all be fine," he reassured her.

Violet came and sat down next to Octavia. "He's right O. Bellamy will be fine. He'll find shelter," the girl also tried to reassure her friend while putting her arms around her for a brief moment. Octavia nodded gratefully and hugged her back, happy that while the safety of her brother is unknown, she does know that her best friend is safe right next to her.

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Bellamy had been asleep in a cave taking shelter from the fog when a scream woke him up. "No!" the 12 year old Charlotte screamed in her sleep.

"Charlotte, wake up." Bellamy shook the girl.

"I'm sorry," she whined.

He ignored the apology instead asking, "Does it happen often?" The girl sighed in reply. "What are you scared of?" Getting no response he continues, "You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

"But...I'm asleep," Charlotte says confused.

Bellamy explained, "Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep."

Still confused she asks, "Yeah, but...how?

"You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death." He continued, "Let me see that knife I gave you." Doing as told she held up the knife she was given.

Bellamy took it from her and held it up, "Now when you feel afraid you hold tight to that knife and say, 'Screw you. I'm not afraid.'" He handed the knife back to her.

Taking his advice, Charlotte help up the knife and quietly said, "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Bellamy gave her a look that said, you can do better than that. She said once more, this time with much more confidence, "Screw you. I'm not afraid." Bellamy smiled approvingly. "Slay your demons kid. Then you'll be able to sleep."

He had sat back against the cave wall when the girl spoke up again. "Can you tell me a story to help me fall asleep?"

He thought for a moment before replying, "Like what?"

"Tell me how you met Violet."

His Girl - Four

In a sort of protective manner, Violet opted to walk with Clarke and Wells in case Bellamy and Murphy decided to pull anything. And of course, her intuition was correct.

"Hey, hold up." Bellamy pushed through some trees as he and Murphy caught up with Violet, Clarke, and Wells. Waving his gun in the air he continued,"Whats the Rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart" he smirked arrogantly. A tone Violet thinks she'll have to get used too from now on.

Murphy pushed Wells forward, "Why don't you do something about it, huh?"

Clarke interrupted, "Jasper screamed when they moved him.  If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly, doesn't mean we have time to waste."

Bellamy grabbed Clarke's wrist and help up her arm, "As soon as you take this wristband off, we can go."

"The only way the Ark is gonna think I'm dead, is if I'm dead. Got it?" Clarke challenged, snatching her wrist back.

Bellamy smirked, "Brave princess."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the group. "Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" Fin called out. "You call this a rescue party? You've gotta split up. Cover more ground. Clarke. Come with me."

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Violet and Wells walked together a little ahead of Bellamy and Murphy. The doe eyed brunette had little interest in being around her boyfriend at the moment. As they continued on their way Violet kept catching Well's glances at the spacewalker and princess.

"Are you okay?" she looks at him concerned.

"Yeah," he forcibly smiled at her. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Violet just looked at him, then reached over and squeezed his arm in a comforting manner.

Wells was able to give her a more genuine smile after this act of kindness. Why is a girl like this dating a guy like Bellamy Blake?

Not wanting to see his girlfriend near another guy for any longer, the man himself interupted the moment between the two. "Guess we got more in common than meets the eye, huh?" Bellamy glanced at Clarke and Finn as he spoke. Violet rolled her eyes.

"We have nothing in common." Wells denied.

"No? Both came down here to protect someone we love," Bellamy wrapped his arm around Violet.

Wells stayed quiet, so Bellamy continued. "Your secrets safe with me. 'Course, for you its worse. With Finn around, Clarke doesn't even see you." "It's like you're not even here." he finished, grabbing Violet's hand and pulling her forward to walk with him.

✶✶✶

After Clarke and Finn's discovery of Jasper's goggles near a bloodied rock, they had met up with the other half the group to follow the trail.

Murphy broke the silence, "Hey, how do we know this is the right way?"

"We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker," Bellamy mocked.

"It's called "Cutting Sign." Fourth-year Earth skills. He's good." Wells defended the long haired boy.

Annoyed, Finn interjected "You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?" He stopped at a plant as he noticed some blood dripping down. He sunk to the ground to see a rock that had drops of blood on it, coming from the plant above. He and Clarke shared a look.

Bellamy chose this moment to taunt Wells even more, "See? You're invisible."

"Give it a rest Bellamy!" Violet harshly whispered to him, completely over his constant teasing of the chancellor's son. She separated herself from him as much as she could.

He was shocked at the small outburst, getting mildly angry that his girl was defending someone else. His girl.

A loud moan broke out and everyone looked up . "What the hell was that?" Murphy spoke all of their thoughts in the moment.

"Now would be a good time to take out that gun." Clarke suggested.

Everyone moved forward towards the direction of the groaning. They all stopped once they came to the source of it. There was Jasper, strapped to a tree. "Jasper!" Clarke gasped.

Violet was the second one to move forward, after Clarke. "Jasper!" Clarke called out again. "What the hell is this?" Bellamy said before there was a loud snap.

Clarke has stepped onto a trap and was falling when a hand caught onto hers.

She looked up to see that Violet had caught her before she could fall. The brunette immediately tried to pull her up but was having a difficult time by herself.

"A little help?" she called out to the boys behind her.

Bellamy came rushing over and grabbed Violet at the waist as the rest of the boys helped her pull Clarke up. The blonde was breathing very hard after her near death experience. She looked at Violet, "Thank you," she nodded gratefully.

"Anytime," Violet said, letting out a small laugh.

Clarke looked back up at Jasper. "We need to get him down."

"I'll climb up there and cut the vines." "Yeah, yeah I'm with you." Wells offered to Finn.

"No. Stay with the girls. And watch him." Finn orderd. He then gestured to Murphy, "You, lets go."

Clarke noticed something on Jasper, "There's a poultice on his wound."

Wells questioned, "Medicine? Why would they save his life just to string him up as live bait?"

"Maybe what they're trying to catch like's its dinner to be breathing," Bellamy suggested, making Violet grimace.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us." Finn said from his spot by Murphy and Jasper, making everyone worry.

As the two boys worked to get Jasper down, there was a strange noise that came from behind them. "What the hell was that?" Murphy asked no one in particular.

Bellamy quickly grabbed Violet and pulled her close to him. "Grounders?"

Clarke noticed a panther beginning to charge at the four, "Bellamy! Gun!" However when he felt for it, he couldn't find it.

The, gunshot came from over where Wells was. He was aiming it at the oncoming animal, hitting it once but it wasn't enough. He kept shooting randomly as the animal made it's way into the grass in front of Bellamy and Violet.

Bellamy was quick to push Violet behind him, shielding her. He would move her and himself the opposite way of where he could hear the dangerous animal.

All of a sudden it went quiet. Hearts racing, the couple held onto each other.

The panther had made it's way behind Violet when it finally jumped out. Bellamy shoved her to the ground and covered her, waiting for the impact of the panther.

When he had heard another gun shot and felt no impact, he looked up. Wells finally was able to shoot and kill the panther. He slowly got off Violet and helped her up, holding her close to his chest. He looked at Wells, "Now she sees you."

✶✶✶

After an eventful day, the small group made it back home to their camp. Bellamy and Murphy who had been carrying the now dead panther, dropped it as Bellamy shouted "Who's hungry!"

Bellamy and Violet embraced Octavia as the 100 celebrated finally having food to eat.

The price of that food though, ended up being wristbands. Violet shook her head as she watched the boy she loved and his hench men taking off wristbands. When Clarke and Finn had come out to see what was going on, they detested it as much as she did. Finn had went up to grab two meat sticks for him and Clarke, knowing Bellamy wouldn't let his girlfriend go hungry. When he went up he was greeted by Murphy who had taunted him about not following "rules".

"I though there were no rules," Finn said before turning around and walking back to the two girls.

One kids who has seen the spacewalkers act of defiance had decided to follow, grabbing his own stick. Unfortunate before he was able to get away, Bellamy punched the poor kids in the face hard enough for him to fall to the ground as the brooding leader glared at Finn.

Violent instantly went to help the boy up, much to Bellamy's dismay. After glaring heatedly at her power-hungry boyfriend, Violet walked the boy to his tent.

Instead of dealing with anymore bullshit today, she opted to go to her and Bellamy's tent to sleep off every stressful event that has happened on the ground so far.

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Feeling herself being lightly shaken, Violent opened her eyes only to see Bellamy sitting next to her, one hand on her shoulder and one hand cradling her face.

He takes the hand from her face and reaches next to him to grab the panther meat he had saved for her after she had walked off. "You need to eat angel," he softly demanded.

"You need to stop being an ass." Violet retorted, accepting the food.

"I have to be strict or else the kids won't follow orders," Bellamy defended.

Violet tiredly shook her head, "There's a difference between being a leader, and being a power-hungry dictator Bell."

The boy sighed, equally as exhausted "Can we please not fight, I just need you to eat angel."

Nodding, Violet silently finished up her meal before laying in her boyfriends awaiting arms. She put her head on his chest listening to the sound oh his heartbeat, lulling herself into a deep sleep.

His Girl - Three

When Violet woke up on her first morning down on the ground she felt the familiar strong, muscular arms wrapped around her. When she opened her eyes all she saw was the bare chest she had been using as her pillow all night. She smiled to herself and cuddled even closer to him wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as she could.

Unfortunately it didn't last long as the loud voices outside of the drop ship woke up her boyfriend.

"Morning angel," were the first words he spoke. He look in the direction of the voices, "The hell is happening out there?" Bellamy stood up bringing Violet up with him. He kissed her cheek and looked at her as he said "Meet me out there once you gotten dressed gorgeous, can't let anyone see what's mine," his eyes glancing down at her cleavage that was on display due to the fact that she was only in a bra.

"But you're going out there, showing your abs off to all the girls who have been drooling over you since we got here," Violet said as she raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't seem fair to me," she added.

Bellamy leaned down to her level, slowly moving his head to her neck. He left a few open mouthed kisses down the column of her throat, making her knees go weak. As he lifted his head he whispered in her ear, "I'm all yours angel." With that he exited the ship leaving Violet with her heart beating rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.

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When Violet exited the drop ship she saw Bellamy taunting Wells once again. She rolled her eyes as she heard him say "You still don't get it do you chancellor?" She kissed him before walking off, feeling his eyes on her ass as she went.

"This is home now," Bellamy said. "Your fathers rules no longer apply." He walked over and snatched one of the shirts, making Wells lung forward to get it. Adam held him back before Bellamy stopped him. "Oh, no, no, Atom. Atom, hold up." He looked back at wells teasing him by dangling the shirt in front of him, "You want it back, take it." He smirked proud of himself, waiting for the other boys reaction.

Frustrated, Wells drops the pile of clothes cause a many of the teenagers to run and try to grab some. "Is this what you want? Chaos?"

"What's wrong with a little chaos?" Bellamy threw his shirt on before they all heard a loud scream. Both of the boys rushed over to see what was going on.

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Murphy was holding a girl over the fire, speaking up when he saw everyone head over. "Bellamy! Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right?  Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first."

"Let her go!" Wells shouted, pushing Murphy to the ground. He looked at Bellamy, "You can stop this."

"Stop this?" he smirked, "I'm just getting started." Violet glared at him as Murphy jumped back up. attacking Wells.

"Bell this isn't okay, you can't let people get hurt just because you're on some power trip," she scolded shaking her head in disapproval. She went forward to stop the fight but was pulled back into a hard chest.

"Please stay out of this angel, I know what I'm doing." Bellamy whispered in her ear as he held her tighter to his chest.

Kids were cheering the fight on and all Violet could do was watch as she struggled to get out of her boyfriends tight grip. Wells had gotten the upper hand and had Murphy on the ground again as he turned back to Bellamy.

"Don't you see you can't control this."

Bellamy and Violet watched as Murphy got back up, this time with a knife. "You're dead."

"Wait!" Bellamy held his hand up. Violet let out a sigh of relief. That relief was short lived as Bellamy threw Wells a knife and said "Fair fight." And again, she was being held back from trying to help. Once again the boys squared up ready to fight each other. "This is for my father!" Murphy shouted as he went to cut Wells a second time. However, Wells was able to grab a hold of him, turning him around and holding his knife to Murphy's throat. "Drop it!" He shouted.

All of a sudden a voice sounded from the distance. "Wells! Let him go!" the princess demanded.

After Wells had thrown Murphy forward once more, he was about to get jumped again by said boy. Luckily this time Bellamy stopped him. "Enough, Murphy."

He and Violet rushed over to Octavia who was being supported by Monty. "Octavia are you all right?" Bellamy asked her, panicked. "Yeah," she said as she held onto him.

"Where's the food?" he questioned the other members of the group that went on the hike to Mount Weather.

"We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"What the hell happened out there?"

"We were attacked!"

"Attacked? By what?"

"Not what. Who." "Turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last grounder."

"Its true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors." People started murmuring to each other as Clarke continued, "The good news is that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

"Yeah, bad news is the grounders will."

Noticing someone missing, Wells spoke up. "Where's the kid with the goggles?"

Clarke looked at him. "Jasper was hit." "They took him." She looked down noticing something. "Wheres your wristband?" She questioned.

He looked at Bellamy and nodded at him as he said "Ask him."

Violet looked at Bellamy in disbelief. "Bellamy what did you do?" He looked at her, not answering. He didn't want her to know what he had done. What he had forced Wells to do. Her opinion of him mattered so much to him. But in order to protect the two people he loves most in this world, he has to do things like this.

"How many," Clarke asked very obvious pissed off.

"Twenty four and counting," Murphy answered her with a smirk.

Clarke shook her head in disapproval, "You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. Your're killing us."

Bellamy stepped forward. "We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged! If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners any more! They say they'll forgive your crimes, I say you're not criminals! You're fighters! Survivors! The grounders should worry about us!" His speech was met with many 'yeahs' from the crowd.

Bellamy's speech only made Violets insecurities go up. I'm privileged, maybe that's why he won't listen to me, she thought.

As Clarke and and Wells walked away, Bellamy made his way to his girls. When he saw the look on Violets face, he grew worried. "What's wrong angel?" She just shook her head and went to get something to clean up Octavia's leg with.

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Violet was crouched down in front of Octavia, cleaning her wound as Bellamy was standing above both of them. "What the hell was it," he asked O.

"I don't know, the others said it looked like a giant snake." Her words making Violet grimace.

"You could have been killed," Bellamy scolded.

"She would have been if Jasper didn't jump in to pull her out." Clarke's voice sounded from behind the three.

"You guys leaving? I'm coming too." Octavia went to stand up only to be pushed back down by her brother.,

"No, no. No way, not again."

"He's right. you're leg's just going to slow us down. I'm here for you." the blonde said looking at Bellamy.

"Clarke what are you doing?"

"Clarke what are you doing," Violet repeated the boys words.

"I heard you have a gun" Bellamy lifted up his shirt showing proof. Violet may or may not have checked him out while he did it. "Good, follow me."

"And why would I do that?"

Clarke turned back, "Because you want them to follow you, and right now they're thinking only one of us is scared." With that, she walked off.

Violet tried to discreetly follow after the blonde, failing miserably as her boyfriend noticed her escape attempt immediately, grabbing her arm. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to go help them find Jasper."

"No way in hell"

"Bellamy"

"No" he tightened his grip on her arm.

"Just because we're dating doesn't mean you can control me," Violet told him. She was fed up with him acting like he could order her around.

"You want to bet on that angel?" Bellamy raised his eyebrow at his girl. Daring her to keep arguing with him.

"I'm going Bellamy. With, or without you." Violet managed to get her arm free and ran to catch up with Clarke and Wells. Bellamy growled lowly, angry and honestly turned on by his girlfriends little act of defiance.

"Murphy. Come with me." "Atom? My sister doesn't leave this camp. Is that clear?"

"I don't need a babysitter"

"Anybody touches her, they answer to me" "Lets go"

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"Angel wait up," Bellamy yelled. Violet rolled her eyes but stopped, waiting for the two boy to catch up. "You stay in my sight at all times"

"Whatever Bell"

"I mean it Violet"

"Okay, I get it. Let's just go find Jasper."

Murphy directed his question at Bellamy, "Since when are we in the rescuing business?"

"The Ark thinks the prince is dead. Once they think the princess is too, they'll never come down." "I'm getting that wristband, even if I have to cut off her hand to do it."

"And what about your pretty little angel here, she is Kane's daughter." Murphy looked over at Violet smirking and then winking at her.

"Come near me and I'll castrate you," Violet spoke trying to sound as intimidating as possible.

"My pretty little Angel will hopefully choose to take of her wristband soon," Bellamy said looking at her.

"My dad's up there Bell, I don't want him to think I'm dead." Violet said as she stared back at him with her big doe eyes. Bellamy nodded understandingly, pulling her close to him and kissing her cheek as the three walked together in search of the boy with the goggles.

Much more Violet/Bellamy interaction in this part! Hopefully I'll get a chapter or two posted everyday.

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His Girl - Two

As soon as the crowd of prisoners were out of the drop ship, Bellamy and Violet walked towards Octavia, hands laced together. All three were happy, for the first time in a year. 

Bellamy pulled Violet a little ways away from everyone else. He cupped her face and kissed her, feeling the need to have her as close as possible after not seeing her for so long. When she pulled back, he continued to hold her to his chest and placed kisses all over her face as she giggled. Octavia looked at the two, disgust on her face though it didn't reach her eyes. She was happy that the couple found their way back to each other. 

"Can you two maybe make out later?" Octavia teased. Violet blushed and hid her faced in Bellamy's shoulder as he smirked down at her. Shes adorable he thought. 

*******

While joking around and enjoying their time together, the three heard some commotion behind them. 

They turned to see Wells Jaha and another criminal having a small argument. "Relax, we're just trying to figure out where we are" Wells explained, trying to simmer the situation down. 

Violet looked up when Bellamy spoke from beside her. "We're on the ground, that not good enough for you?" Wells walked a small distance towards the small family. "We need to find Mount Weather," he spoke up. "You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority," he added. 

"Screw your father," Octavia said venomously. "What? You think you're in charge here? You and..your little princess" 

"Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather! Not because the chancellor said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this will be, how long do you think we'll last without those supplies? Were looking at a twenty mile trek, okay. So if we want to get there before dark we need to leave, now," the princess finished her speech.

Bellamy spoke up now, "I got a better idea, you two go, find it for us. Let the privileged to the hard work for a change," he shouted. Violet pursed her lips, looking down. She always questioned if maybe the Blake's resented her because of her privileged life. Deep down she knows he wasn't referring to her, but Violet has a very low self-esteem. Seeing her reaction, Bellamy squeezed her hand as a way of reassuring her. He has seen how selfless the girl is, always giving back as much as she can to people who aren't as lucky as her. It's part of what made him fall in love with her. 

"You're not listening, we all need to go," Wells replied, disagreeing with Bellamy. Suddenly, Wells was pushed forward by the criminal he was arguing with earlier. The delinquent taunted Wells, "Listen everybody, the chancellor of Earth," "You think that's funny," Wells asked before he was kicked and pushed to the ground. "Wells!" Clarke took a step forward but was held back by one of the criminals goons. "No but that was," he continued to taunt.

Wells got up and got in a fighting position, ready to defend himself when the spacewalker dropped on the ground in between the two. He faced the boy who was stuck on fighting the chancellors son, "Kids got one leg, how bout you wait till its a fair fight." The kid finally backed down as Octavia walked up to the defender. "Hey spacewalker, rescue me next," she flirted. He smirked back at her. 

Most of the kids who watched the show go down walked away. Bellamy walked up to O with a look of disapproval. "What? He’s cute," she said. "He's a criminal" Bellamy warned. "They're all criminals." He pulled Octavia and Violet away from listening ears. "Look O, I came down here to protect you and Violet." "I don't need protecting, I have been locked up one way or another all my life I am done following orders. I need have fun Bell. I need to just do something crazy just because I can and no one, including you and V, is gonna stop me." Violet finally spoke up, "Hey I'm not gonna stop you O, I want you to do what every will make you happy."

"I can't stay with them," Bellamy stated looking at his girlfriend, and then his sister. "Now what are you talking about?" Octavia asked. Bellamy pulled both girls even farther away. "I did something okay, to get on the dropship, something they will kill me for when they get down here." That automatically made Violets heart sink. The thought of something happening to him killed her. "I can't say what it is just yet but you have to trust me, both of you," he added. "You do still trust me don't you," he asked both girls. "Yeah" "Of course Bell, always" Bellamy smiled at Violet, eyes shinning with adoration towards her. 

Octavia heard  a small group planning to go find Mount Weather, so she walked over toward them. "Sounds like a party make it five" Bellamy rushed over to her, "What the hell are you doing" "Going for a walk," she replied. Violet went to speak up, but was interupted before she was able to get a word out. "Don't even think about it sweetheart," Bellamy warned, "Not happening" She rolled her eyes but accepted it, for now. 

"Were you trying to take this off?" Clarke asked Finn, holding his wrist. "Yeah so?" "So? This wristband transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they'll think you're dead." "Should I care?" "I don't know do you want the people you love to think you're dead?" "Do you want them to follow you down here in two months because they won't if they think we're dying." An idea formed in Bellamy's head when the princess said those words. If it works, he can protect his sister and the girl he loves. "Okay, now lets go," Clarke ordered. 

Octavia looked at Bellamy pleadingly. "Come on Bell, let her have fun," Violet tried to convince him. She even used the puppy dog eyes she knows he can't say no to. He looked at her and then Octavia, "Go on," he said. Octavia excitedly kissed his cheek and went to catch up with the others. Bellamy turned to his gorgeous girlfriend, "You can't use that look on me angel." "Watch me," she replied slowly reaching up to peck his lips. He narrowed his eyes at her playfully, leaning down to kiss her again. 

*******

Bellamy walked up to where Wells was being confronted by John Murphy. "You spelled die wrong geniuses," Wells said before walking away. Bellamy looked at the dropship, seeing what Wells was refering to. 

"If you're gonna kill someone it's probably best not to announce it first," Bellamy said to Murphy. 

You're not really a member of the guard are you?" Murphy asked.

"No, the real guard will be here soon unless we stop it," Bellamy suggested. "You don't actually think they'll forgive your crimes, even if they do, guys like us were gonna become model citizens now? Get jobs? If were lucky, maybe pick up their trash."

"You got a point?" Murphy's goon spoke. 

"No I got a question, they locked you up, dumped you down here like lab rats to die, so why are you helping them?" Bellamy replied. 

"The hell we are" 

"You're wearing those bracelets aren't you? Right now those things are telling them whether or not it's safe to follow us down"

"Okay so you said we could stop it, how?" Murphy questioned, now intrigued. 

"Take them off, the ark will think you're dead, that it's not safe to follow, follow?"

"Say we do, what's in it for us?"

"Someone has to help me run things," with that Bellamy turned around to go find his girl. 

*******

Violet had seen Wells walk off and followed him to see if he was okay. Although she wasn't a fan of his father, she didn't blame Wells for his actions. 

"Hey Wells you okay?" she asked as she lightly grabbed his arm. 

He smiled at her, grateful for the kindness no one else has shown him. "Yeah, I'm alright Violet" "Thank you" She smiled back, "No problem, just don't let those idiots get to you, you are not your father" He was shocked for a moment before leaning to give her a small side hug as the two walked together. "You haven't changed much, still as sweet as ever," Wells replied. "I try" Violet smiles before walking off. 

*******

Violent was standing beside Bellamy as she watched Murphy and a few other guys take off a girls wristband. She was torn between wanting her father to come down and wanting to make sure Bellamy isn't executed. For now, she chose to stay quiet. 

Wells, hearing the yells of excitement came out of the drop ship to see what was going on. He was horrified by what he came across. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Liberating ourselves, what does it look like?" Bellamy explained arrogantly.  

"Looks like you're trying to get us all killed, Violet you're okay with this?"

Bellamy gently pushed his girlfriend behind him, "Leave her out of this"

"The communication system is dead, these wristbands are all we've got, take them off and the ark will they we're dying that its not safe for them to follow."

"That's the point, chancellor, we can take care of ourselves can't we!" Violet sighed, squeezing Bellamys arm in an attempt to derail the situation. 

"You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers. I don't care what he tell you. We won't survive here on our own." "And besides if is really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?"

"My people are already down! Those people, locked my people up, those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child, your father did that."

"My father didn't write the laws."

"No, he enforced them, but not anymore! Not here. Here, there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want." "Now, you don't have to like it Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me, you know why? Whatever the hell we want"

"Whatever the hell we want!" Murphy shouted. 

Violet watched as the 100 started to shout 'Whatever the hell we want' over and over again. Bellamy looked down at her, proud of himself. He kissed her cheek and pulled her close to him. He then got in a stare off with Wells.

Suddenly it started raining, and all thoughts about what was happening were gone out of Violets mind. She stepped away from Bellamy and cherished the feeling of the water dropping onto her face. She giggled as she held her arms out, wanting to feel the rain on the palm of her hands as well. Bellamy watched her with complete adoration and love. 

"We need to collect this," Wells demanded making Bellamy take his eyes off his girl to glance at him. 

"Whatever the hell you want," is all Bellamy said to him before turning back to Violet. He gathered her small body and his arms and kissed her passionately. Unable to help himself because of how cute she looked. His angel was happy, therefore he was happy.

*******

Bellamy had Violet asleep in his arms, slowly and carefully laying her down so he could get up. As much he didn't want to, he had to take care of something. He leaned back down and kissed her cheek before exiting the drop ship.

✎ masterlist ✎

this is a collection of all my one shots. more will be added as i continue to write. requests are closed!

[ key: ]

🌷 ≈ fluff

🍑 ≈ smut

🌪️ ≈ angst

💻 ≈ work in progress

!LATEST! — from the flames | b. blake 💻🍑

•finnick odair•

— the five stages » 🌪️

— hungry eyes » 🍑

— love(rs) and war » 🍑

— what friends do » 🍑🌷

— lionfish, seahorses, and dolphins, oh my! » 🌷

— beautiful mess » 🌷🌪️

— two souls, one heart » 🌪️

— nsfw alphabet » 🍑

— flower therapy » 🌪️🌷

— bad idea, right? » 🍑🌪️

— red wine: part 1, part 2, part 3 »🌷🌪️

— forbidden fruit » 🍑

— a darling and a virgin » 🌪️🍑

•bellamy blake•

— from the flames: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 » 💻🍑

— close call » 🍑

— bioluminescence » 🌷

— pretty fixation, wicked temptation » 🍑

•gally (the maze runner)•

— relationship headcanons pt. two » 🌷

— relationship headcanons » 🌷🌪️🍑

• (more characters to be added)•

Project SS

a/n: I kinda forgot about out this for a little bit. 😮 my bad chat. But here yall go. Also ignore that Bucky is a man in the gif below. It’s just for aesthetics. Hope yall enjoy this.

Word Count: 1.3k

Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?

Chapter Two

It was strange, the grass, fresh air, the way my rest felt against the floor. The mask that would normally cover my face rested in the ground next to me. Along with the red lens goggles that would normally cover me.

I see clearly for the first time in my life. No bloody tint to the world. A perfectly clear and blue sky. Quiet steps made their way to me and without hesitation I pull my mask on. 

As the trees moved Clarke popped out. A serious look on her face and she motioned for me to follow. Like the fucking dog I am, I follow. I walk behind her silently as we move back to our broken drop ship. I watch her draw on whatever map she found 

I survey the area around us as I click goggle lens. They shift to a black shade, allowing me to see some color. The others around us run rampant. Wells comes over to talk to Clarke, I all but ignore him. 

“We got problems. The communications system is dead’. I went to the roof, a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried wires.” He informs.  I watch as Clarke sighs softly. 

“Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather.” She directs him to her map. As another kid walks behind them making a joke Wells pushes him back. I roll my eyes at Wells. Honestly I don’t understand his issue.

As a bigger group of boys comes to his aid Wells backs up. Trying to explain himself I roll my eyes.  Nice going Wells. Clarke looks up at me from where I sit in the broken down door. My sigh is exuded a bit loudly from my mask. 

“We’re on the ground. That not good enough for you?” The boy from before asks. He stands with Octavia and his eyes drift to me. I slowly drop down from where I sat and end up next to Clarke. 

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells says as he walks towards Bellamy. I groan and follow after Clarke who moves after Wells. For a girl who hated his guts, she sure does follow after him.

“You heard my father’s message. That has to be our priority.” Wells continues. I scoff softly at his words as I cross my arms. The fucking Chancellor might as well of been dead now. 

“Screw your father. What, you think you’re in charge here, You, your little princess and your guard dog?” I laugh quietly. There eyes turn to me. 

“Quite the mouth on you sunshine, remember who opened the door for you.” I answer with a smirk none of them could see.  I could all but feel Clarke’s scolding glare. 

“Do you think we care who’s in charge?” She paused. “We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get and the harder this’ll be.”

I roll my shoulder, feeling the metals vibrate against one another. I stand behind her as she continues to speak.

“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay. So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.” 

“I got a better idea. You two go, find it for us. Let the privilege do the hard work for a change.” Bellamy voiced. Two? If I could still count right there were at least three of us on this Mount Weather side. 

All the others around quickly agreed and I honestly don’t blame them. Made perfect sense why they would think I that. But then again we were all in the ground now.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go.” Well’s attempted to explain. The moment I blinked the boy behind me pushed Wells. 

“Look at this, everybody the Chancellor of earth.” Everyone laughs to most of Wells announce. They grab onto Clarke and I quickly push them off her. I walk over to the pair about to brawl and grab onto the back of the angered boys shirt. 

Just as I grab him Finn jumps down from the pod’s roof. I watched him go between the two boys. 

“Kid’s got one leg. How about you wait until it’s a fair fight?” Finn asks with a charming smile. I let go of my grip on the angered boys shirt. He jolts against the ground. 

“Hey, spacewalker.” I turn to Octavia as she walks over to us. “Rescue me next.” She asks. A murmur of giggles and laughs echos the angered boy takes his friends away. Now that I get a good look at his face I know him.

John Murphy was his name. Clarke, Finn and I all end up at Wells side. I watch out of the corner of my eyes as Bellamy approaches his little sister. I watch him pull her away as I help Wells stands properly. 

…………………………..

I lean against a tree as Finn approaches us. Clarke is on the ground with Wells, attempting to fix his leg. 

“So Mount Weather. When do we leave?” He asks. His eyes drift over to me for a moment then go back to Clarke. 

“Right now. We’ll be back tomorrow with food.” Clarke turns and tells Wells. Wells’s eyes are sharp, angry even. 

“How are you two gonna carry enough food for a hundred.” I clear my throat and push of the tree.

“I could carry enough food for a hundred of us alone.” Finn nods his head and gives me a smirk. He turns around pulling two boys. The pair are the boys from before.

“Five of us. Can we go now?” Finn asks. 

“Sounds like a party. Make it six.” Octavia comes behind us. As Bellamy goes to interfere I walk into the drop ship. I comb my hands up the walls. Looking for any grove or dip that feels right. 

“What are you doing?” To my surprise it’s Bellamy’s voice I hear first. I find a grove with the litters W.S. engraved into it. Pushing in the grove a door opens and there it is. Black and just for me is my operations suit. I pull it out and drop it on a chair.

Before anyone can question me again I begin to pull off my clothes. I can hear a collective gasp when I pull my jacket. The jagged and ugly scaring on my arm on full display. I went to take off my shirt when I heard her.

“Turn around!” I heard the shuffling of feet and I pull my boots and pants off. I dressed quickly in the armored suit they left me. Once completely dressed in my operation uniform I push myself up the wall. I find a handle and begins to pull myself up.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hear Finn yell from bellow me. I look down for a moment as I drop down a large box. The whole groups is here. I jump down landing with a thud. I quickly open the box and assemble ass the weapons left to me.

I’m not surprised this place is load up for me. I ignore the screen with the Chancellor playing as I work. Finished putting away my weapon and clinking the finally lock on my assault gun I strap it to my back.

“What are we standing here for? Are we not going to go?” I ask. After a few quickly seconds Octavia leaves first. The rest of the ground soon follows after. 

I catch Bellamy’s eyes as I move past him. His arm shoot’s up and grab my forearm. I pause, slowly turning my head to his.

“Who the hell are you.” He doesn’t seem angry. More confused if anything.

“A nightmare.” I with I pull away and walk after the group.

Project SS

a/n: This is my first 100 series and I’ve had it in mind for a while. I haven’t read the books and there gonna be a few canon divergences. But I hope y’all enjoy.

Word Count : 1.7k

Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?

Chapter One

It was cold.

Too cold, my cell was at the furthest ends of the ark. Complete solitary confinement was where I’d been forced to stay. As I laid on the cold ground of the cell I stared up at the ceiling. 

The once dull piece of shrapnel had been sharpened. I’d long since carved out the constellations onto the roof. I gently traced the small scars left in my left arm and wrist, the blade I’d made still hadn’t been taken from me.

Maybe that dickhead of a Chancellor wanted me to slit my wrist. Let Kane find me bathing in pools of my own blood, it would free him of his mistakes. As I twirls the blade in my hands it nicked at the skin of my hands. 

It didn’t hurt anymore, nothing really did. 

Soft vibrations echoed down my hall as I sat up. I shoved the knife into my boot and pull down my sleeve. As I rolled my shoulders back the door slammed open. The outside worlds was filled with screams of the other teen prisoners.

His footsteps entered slowly as he knelt in front of me. I kept my eyes closed as I listened to the clocking of the guards guns and all the chains they brought in.

“Hey firecracker,” Kane paused as he knelt in front of me. I sighed softly as I held my arms up, ready to be covered in chains. After a few moments he grabs my arms and looks at my wrist.

I would imagine this hurt him, honestly I wasn’t sure. He was my father but I’d never felt connected to him. Maybe it was because I was raised in the lab and closed off sector. Maybe it was because Alice had sold me away. Maybe because I knew he couldn’t love me.

He pressed his forehead to my wrists, I could feel a tear of two slip from his eyes. Pity must have covered my face as the guards slowly began to covered me in chains. 

After I was practically dress in silver he motioned for them to pause before placing the mask over my face. He pulled me in close, his arms around me. I froze, my muscles tensed up. He placed a kiss to my temple as he gave me a final squeeze. 

“I love you.”

I was hauled to my feet before I could speak and a muzzle was placed on my mouth. I tried to pull away, fight them off but these guards held my chains firmly. They were weighting me down but I was stronger than this. 

I should be able to break each and every chain but…. I’m tired. So tired. I look back at him, my eyes pleading for him to understand. He’s familiar to me at least, I know when he’s mad or happy. I know his ticks and quirks by heart.

“I love you too dad.”

I’m pulled further and further away from him. I’m pained into a shuttle with all the other 100, their eyes all fall upon me as I’m chains to my seat. I internally grown as they pull the needle filled with a sleep drug. 

I glare up at the guard about to inject me. Does he even know where my vein in, his hands are quivering. I rolled my eyes as the shuttle moves slightly and the guard practically runs away. 

I huff softly as I lean back against the seat. I can hear everyone else being to whisper.  My god I’m tired of this shit.

“Isn’t that the girl who killed twenty guards by herself?”

“I heard she has a metal leg.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as they carried in the very much unconscious Clarke. I chuckled softly as Wells turned to his ex best friend. 

As the shuttle began to drop down shaking Clarke awoke and began to yell at Wells. I quickly began to rip her chains off. Each hitting the ground with a thud.

As the Chancellor’s video came on I ignored it happily. His words meant nothing to me now. He’d failed in every way to me, he was no Chancellor. He was a coward.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Clarke’z confused voice cause the e/c eyes girl to pause. Slowly I moved her gaze to the blonde.

“Who else would they cover in chains?” Clarke didn’t answer as with shoulder length broth hair began to float around.

“Stay in your seats!” Clarke yelled as the shuttle when further down. I had finally ripped all the chains off her body. I looked at Clarke and she was motioning towards the floating boy in front of her.

I shock my head content to remain in the safety of my own chair. She glared at me giving me a look I knew nothing good would come of. 

With a puff of air I undid the buckle and pulled the glove off my right hand. My arm shot up grasping the back of him. The metal of my arm shined softly in the dimly lit shuttle.

“She said stay in your seats.” I growled softly as I pulled him down. The shuttle jerked up and grasped into a bar as we began to fall. 

I held tightly onto him as I heard Clarke yell, “Finn! Y/n are you okay!”

I groaned as we began to fall helplessly towards the ground. As everyone begins to yell and scream I just focus  on holding onto this stupid boy. 

The shuttle jerks again and I’m thrown into a wall hitting a few pipes. My vision becomes hazy as I feel blood drip down the side of my face. The corners of my eyes slowly fade into black as my vision is completely blurred.

……….

I feel a pair of small hands shaking my body roughly. I shot up pushing the person away as my vision returns. 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” I looked at Clarke her eyes full of relief. She ran to me, bombarding me in a tight hug. 

“I was worried.” I let her pull away my arms still at my sides. I hummed softly as I pulled myself away from her. The commotion bellow is caught her attention as she pulled me down. As she climbed down as just jumped. 

I parted the crowds for her as she walked behind me. I helped push her forward with my metal arm. The others around me pull away in fear.

They thought a metal leg was cool why isn’t my arm cool.

“The air could be toxic!” Clarke urged.

“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” The older boy at the front voiced. I stared at him tilting my head slightly. He stared back at me then lowered his gaze to my arm.

“Bellamy?” The crowds parted as a brunette girl climbed down and looked at him. 

He turned his gaze to her his eyes becoming full of emotions. He stared down at her smiling softly. 

“My god, look how big you are.” The girl engulfed him into a hug as she breathed in deeply. I sighed softly and moved over to the panel. It was jammed and wouldn’t open the doors anymore.

“What the hell are you wearing, a guards uniform?”

“I borrowed it to get in the drop ship. Someone’s got to keep an eyes on you.” He answered. 

“Where’s your wrist band?” I heard Clarke ask as I began to try and fix the stupid panel.

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” I froze at this and turned to the pair.

“No one had a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor.”

Octavia jerked forward going to attack whoever had spoken. Bellamy quickly gasped into her holding tightly to her. 

“Octavia, Octavia no. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He tried to calm her. The fire was not lost in her eyes as she pulled herself from his grip.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.” He answered with a smile. I watched Octavia’s face brighten at the notion. I watched as Clarke’s eyes fell as he moved over to me. 

“It won’t open.” His eyes darted to me.

“What do you mean it won’t open?”

“The panels fucked.” He moved me out of the way to try the panel himself. 

“You’d need a shit ton of force to open those doors up.” I pause for a moment. “Lucky for you, I hate confined spaces.”

He stared at me, his dark eyes holding mine. I glared up at him as his lips curled into a smirk. I moved away from him approaching the door. I rolled my shoulder, my arm flexing against each metal part.

I slammed my fist forwards, the cool metal of my hand hitting the hot door. It flung towards the ground as people backed away gasping. 

Light hit our faces as a breeze pushed against us. I averted my eyes, the light all too bright. I moved out of Octavia’s way with a nod.

“All yours sunshine.” I mumble as she stared at me. I watched as her brother’s eyes trailed me and try then her. She took in a long breath before exhaling deeply. Her feet slowly moved forward against the metal door on the ground. 

After a moment she jumped down, her boots hitting the firm soil. She took a few more steps as I stared out at the trees. They were lush and green all over. They were nothing like I’d ever seen before.

My eyes drifted till I found Bellamy’s eyes on me. I blinked a few times unsure as to why he was staring at me. In his eyes they held a looked I’d never been given.

“WE’RE BACK BITCHES!” Octavia yelled as the others cheered. Bellamy’s eyes left me and retired to his sister as he laughed. 

All around me the others pushed forwards onto the ground in front of us. I simple stared at them all as they left cheering. After a moment when all were gone I followed. 

I left’s my boots hit the ground. I dug them into the soil as I bent down. My fingers traced the top of the grass around us. It pounced my fingertips gently. I let out a breathless chuckle as I grabbed a handful of dirt.

It crumbled in between the cracks of my hand. I brought it to my nose, breathing in the earth scent deeply. I let out a long breath as I stare out. 

Humans were finally back home. 

Project SS

It stared as an idea. Take a dying child and infect them with the SS serum. These children would be raised in isolation, to be the future soldiers for the ark, then earth.

Most died out over time.

Not her, Not Y/n Kane. The only child of Marcus Kane and his wife Alice Kane. After her birth, born with a weak heart Alice Kane decided to give her to the scientists that were working on the project.

Forging her husband’s signature upon the document Alice Kane was sentenced to death. The deal though and Y/n Kane became the most deadly of the super soldiers.

When protecting a friend she finds herself in a cell. Then in her way to earth with the rest of the 100. How will her love continue knowing she’s just puppet to be controlled. Will she grow out of such a horrible situation and blossom with the help of her friends and loved ones. Or will she fall so deep into her created identity that there is no hope.

Y/n Kane

The Weapon

Bellamy Blake

The Protector

Clarke Griffin

The Princess

Octavia Blake

The Optimist

Jasper Jordan

The Kind

Monty Green

The Intelligent

Finn Collins

The Spacewalker

Raven Reyes

The Engineer

John Murphy

The Wildcard

Ares Stormen

The Brother

Marcus Kane

The Father

Abigail Griffin

The Doctor

Thelonious Jaha

The Chancellor

Bellamy Blake x fem!reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore?

Any Takers?

Congrats on 100 followers!! Can I have a ship from the 100 and dc? i'm bi, average height, i have short-ish dark hair. infp, Libra, generally pretty optimistic and i love making people laugh (i'm the type of person to laugh at my own jokes while telling them to others). but i can also stress myself out easily and get really anxious. i like writing, listening to music and i'm studying psychology in college!! i love animals too!!! Thank you so much and hope you have a great day!!

—I ship you with Bellamy Blake!

this was so hard omg 

but like powercouple. when bell’s tryna lead the camp, he’s just stressed twenty-four seven?? but you’re not worried about that so you’re not stressed and you always calm him down and like lay down with him, playing with his hair. it’s soft. he also calms you down too, just pulling you into his chest and holding you. *s o f t* 

he likes to tell you stories from the greeks and the romans because it’s what he knows. you love it. you tell him all this psychology stuff. he loves it. 

he can get so serious sometimes my god. his whole ‘leader-y’ thing takes a real toll but you’re always able to crack his tough front as you basically radiate this whole ‘fun’ aura. you crack jokes and he loves all of them. 

you can fight a little bit but you leave most of that to bell. you take on a sort of ‘overwatch’ persona, helping out with plans and trying to keep the peace. it puts bell at ease knowing you’re not in danger and you just love helping out. again, *p o w e r c o u p l e*

—I ship you with Supergirl!

this could be arrowverse or comics, either wAy. the softest and most wholesome ship ever, my god. 

supergirl saved you once and you were *in love*. maybe an exaggeration. point is you were always getting into danger?? like give her a break omg. but no she loves saving you. you always crack some witty one liner and she’s here for it

a lot of times after saving you, she’ll talk to you. she’s distraught over things like 63% of the time and you always make her feel better. you want to see her more !! 

and then you met this girl? at work? she’s cute. you’re going on a date soon. she asked you out. very flusteredly but she did. she’s familiar. it’s weird. wait…oh! 

you’re human so kara doesn’t want you getting hurt but you’re literally so supportive?? and you’d also fight an actual alien for your girlfriend. she prefers chill nights at home watching netflix but you know. life of a hero.

Hide & Seek

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: alcohOL, mentions of sEX, aH 

Summary: Bellamy catches you in the midst of a weekly competition with Raven and it leads to quite a talk.

Requested by anonymous (thank you for loving all my imagines, ily)

Prompts:

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

12. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

28. “How drunk was I?”

42. “Stop being so cute.”

46. “It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

62. “If you can’t sleep...we could have sex?”

74. “I’m not wearing a tie.”

84. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

yeet im alive

You dashed into the established common room of Arkadia, eyes scanning the room quickly. Bellamy, who happened to be the only other person in the room, glanced up at you over the edge of the book he had been reading. He rose an eyebrow in your direction but before he could question you, you slid back behind the nearby couch. 

Crouching down, you peered around the edge of furniture toward the doorway. A few seconds passed before you saw Raven’s figure appear. With wide eyes, you lurched back happening you hadn’t been seen.

“Where is she?” Raven remarked, her tone thick with determination. You bit your lip, hoping she didn’t suspect that you were hidden behind one of the various couches. Who’s to say she even really saw you come in here anywa-

“She’s hiding behind the sofa,” Bellamy answered plainly, jutting his head toward the sofa you were crouched behind. You gasped aloud as you jumped to your feet.

“You rat! You sold me out!” You spat in his direction as Raven gave you a triumphant smirk. “Fine, fine! You win! Go be a sore winner elsewhere,” you grumbled as Raven just shrugged and quickly left the common room. “I cannot believe you!”

“What did I do?” Bellamy asked, a smile of feigned innocence on his face.

You shot daggers at him as you collapsed down onto the nearby couch with a loud huff of annoyance. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion,” Bellamy responded, his eyes back on the book he was reading without so much as one last glance. You scowled in his direction as you kicked your legs out, the heels of your boots digging into the floor. “What did Raven win?”

“We have a sort of competition weekly, or so,” you explained as you got to your feet and began to wander around the room. “One of us hides and if the other can’t find them in three or so minutes, the hider wins. If they do, the seeker wins.”

Bellamy was now leant forward, his hands clasped together as his elbows rest on his knees. He looked over at you with mild intrigue. “So...what did Raven win?” He repeated.

“I have to do her weekly chores,” you sighed just as your eyes found the bottle of vodka. It was half full and to be completely fair, it wasn’t really vodka but everyone called it that because it was alcohol one way or another. “That means she has to hide next week of course.”

You grasped the vodka in your hands just as you heard the footsteps behind you. You jumped and spun around, instinctively clutching the vodka desparately behind you.

Bellamy stood a few inches in front of you, a look of suspicion on his face. “Show me what’s behind your back.” You gave an unwavering stare but you knew that he’d spin you around if he had to. You reluctantly revealed the vodka bottle. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“Time is a construct!” You fired back as he placed the drink back onto the shelf. “And six? Really?” Your look of utter disbelief cause Bellamy to give you a curious look.

“Have you even slept?”

“Sleep is also a construct,” You retorted as you began to stalk back towards the couch. You fell down into the seat that was once Bellamy’s, grabbing his discarded book.

“If you can’t sleep...” he began, prompting you to glance over at him, “we could have sex?” That mere question was quickly met with the sound of the book thumping against his chest as you had thrown it across the room. “Oh come on! It was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Baby?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest as Bellamy soon took the seat beside you. “Since when?” You cast a glance Bellamy’s way. Though you did enjoy such an affectionate term coming from him, you didn’t know what prompted it.

“Since we made out two weeks ago.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to recall the certainly not sober makeout between the both of you. “How drunk was I?” You asked aloud, resting your face in your hands in what one could only describe as shame.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, with the lightest of laughter. You stared at him with your mouth agape before promptly hitting him across the arm. “Hey! I was messing around, really.”

The innocent smile Bell gave you made you groan in defeat. “Stop being so cute!” You hissed at him as you scrunched your nose up. You jumped to your feet, attempting to scurry away.

“Cute?”

“Oh please, don’t act so surprised,” you remarked, spinning on your heels to meet his smug face. “You know I think you’re attractive—everyone thinks you are. I’m surprised you haven’t asked me out.”

Where you got the sudden strike of confidence, you’re clueless but if it got you a date then you didn’t care. “You free tomorrow, after you sleep, of course?”

“For a date? Or a drunken makeout?”

“Whichever,” Bellamy responded, the smug grin still plastered on his face.

“Date. Tomorrow. Yes.” You gave Bellamy a soft smile before turning on your heels and heading out of the common room, perhaps a little too eager to see what such a date would offer.

But not before Bellamy shouted out, “I’m not wearing a tie!”

Raven’s Always Right

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader

Warning: nothing, this is just gold tbh

Summary: Maybe life on the Ark after Praimfaya is a little anxious for you, but it did have its moments.

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

1. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

3. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.”

91. “Tell me you need me.”

92. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

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Praimfaya. Maybe you considered yourself lucky for being one of the few to make it up to space, but you still worried for all those back down on Earth.

That’s what you did most days. Worry. You worried about food, water, oxygen, all of it. You keep to yourself as much as you could, your anxiety getting the better of you. Perhaps you felt bad about being in space, maybe someone else would’ve been better suited.

Even so, Bellamy stayed at your side for a lot of it. You had formed a friendship with him when you all first came down to Earth and that seemed to stick.

As you sat against the wall, a pencil in your hand repeatedly tapping at the floor, you heard Bellamy let out a sigh. “That’s starting to get annoying.”

“Already is,” Murphy commented as he passed by the room where you both were. He had a tendency to do that—making passing comments to you. You rarely talked to him but you got along well enough.

“And why does that bother you?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow as you looked up at Bellamy from where he stood in the doorway.

“I was nearby and that’s all I can hear,” he explained, as he watched the pencil continue you to shake in your hand. You scoffed softly, paying no mind to him as you continued to think it all out. “You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I think you underestimate me,” you retorted, a smug smile playing at your lips. Bellamy looked like he wanted to say more but was interrupted by Raven pushing past him to walk into your room. “You too?”

“What? Your pencil tapping? No, I need to talk,” Raven explained before turning towards Bellamy. “Without you.”

As you hopped to your feet to stand beside Raven, you both eyed Bellamy. With his arms crossed over his chest, he surmised the both of you. “About what?”

“Nope,” you replied suddenly, eager to make him leave. “This is girl talk, so leave.” You put your hands on his shoulders and began to usher him out of your room and towards where Murphy had gone.

Bellamy let out a chuckle but didn’t fight back. “I’ll be back,” he told you before heading off. You rolled your eyes and went back towards your room where Raven still was.

“How can I help you?” You asked before settling back down in your spot on the floor. Raven checked down the hallway before kneeling down in front of you.

“You like him,” she teased, a grin on her face. “And I’ve decided to help you.” You stared blankly at her for a moment, probably trying to determine whether or not this was some joke.

“You’re crazy,” you declared finally, your pencil beginning to tap rapidly against the floor once more.

“I’m not,” Raven insisted, snatching the pencil from your hand. “But I’ll let you think that if it makes you feel better. We’re all seriously dying though with the tension between you and Bellamy. It’s a lot to handle.”

“Because it’s nonexistent?” You scoffed, taking your pencil back and giving Raven a playful glare. You doubted you had any sort of feelings for Bellamy and you doubted he had any in return.

“Do I need to get everyone in here to make you believe me?” Raven asked, quirking an eyebrow. The tone in her voice assured you that she was serious. Luckily, you were quite literally saved by the Bell.

“You’re back,” you announced, glancing toward the male in the doorway.

“Monty needs Raven’s help with something,” Bellamy announced, prompting Raven to let out a reluctant sigh. She pushed herself to her feet as you did the same, watching her leave and your previous conversation coming to an end. “So what was what about?”

“Why? You jealous?” You taunted, a smug smile on your face as you sidled up toward Bellamy.

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you,” Bellamy responded causing you to quirk an eyebrow.

“You know, I can’t tell if that was an insult or you trying to flirt with me,” you told him, poking him in the shoulder. “But I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“So you can sit on the floor all day?” Bellamy wondered, clearly determined to get you to leave your room. You rolled your eyes at him, trying to usher him out of the door. “Tell me you need me.”

It was moments like these that you dealt with most of the time. You knew Bellamy was trying to annoy you or fluster you, and he was damn good at it. “I need you,” you began, “to leave.”

“That was cold,” Bellamy scoffed, chuckling ever so slightly as you continued to push him out of the door.

“And I’m too sober for this,” you remarked. You urged Bellamy down the hall as he sent one last wink your way. You rolled your eyes and receded back into your room.

“I told you I wasn’t crazy,” Raven remarked, stepping back into your room with a triumphant smile on her face.

You jumped slightly at the unexpected voice. “Raven? Don’t you have Monty to go help or something?”

“I wasn’t going to miss that,” she scoffed, the grin still planted onto her face. “That was tension. All of that. Don’t ever lie to my face again, okay? Raven is always right.”

“And apparently Raven talks in the third person,” you retorted with a roll of your eyes. But you certainly couldn’t deny the fact that you did enjoy moments like that with Bellamy. Maybe you did consider yourself lucky to be one of the few to make it up to space. If it meant more moments like that, of course.

Fatherhood

Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (Modern!)

Warning: parenting, children!!

Summary: Bellamy Blake is a man of many talents, but parenting maybe more of a challenge than he thought. Luckily, his wife seems fairly capable. 

Requested by @expectosel

Prompts: 

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

13. “I lost our baby.”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

99. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

It was a late summer afternoon and you were hard at work in the kitchen. It was a special occasion and you were trying your hardest to bake a cake. To be perfectly clear, it was your son, Charlie’s, first birthday.

Maybe you were crazy for wanting to celebrate it even if he wouldn’t remember it, but you wanted to acknowledge it somehow. Sure, he wouldn’t really be able to eat the cake—perhaps only a little off of a spoon or your finger—but you had invited some of your friends to come and celebrate with you.

“Hey, Bell!” You called out, knowing he was busy in the living room with your son.

Bellamy was sat on the living room floor with Charlie on all fours a few feet away, babbling at him. “Yeah?” He called back, watching Charlie with a light smile.

“Can you come here?” you asked, continuing to stir together the cake batter. It was still a little lumpy and you couldn’t have that. Bellamy smiled happily towards Charlie before getting to his feet.

Charlie reached for his boot as Bellamy walked around the couch, spotting you through the serving window at the stove. He leaned up against the counter and cleared his throat, causing you to turn around.

You licked the batter off of your thumb—the cake batter wasn’t supposed to be eaten raw but it was too delicious to bother you—as Bellamy quirked an eyebrow. “Why are you making a cake?”

“Because it’s a special occasion,” you chuckled, assuming Bellamy was simply messing around but his continued confused expression made you panic. Your face fell. “Charlie’s birthday!” Bellamy’s eyes widened. “How could you forget your son’s birthday?!”

“What?! No!” Bellamy exclaimed quickly, noticing how you were fuming. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just...he’s one. I didn’t think he could really...eat cake.”

Your shoulders relaxed as you let out a relieved sigh, glad that Bellamy hadn’t acted forgotten. Perhaps you had reacted too quickly but you didn’t have Charlie just so Bellamy could forget his birthday. “He’ll have a spoonful of my slice. The rest will be for our friends,” you explained with a shrug. “Speaking of! I wanted you to text everyone and make sure they were still coming.”

“That I can do,” Bellamy promised as you nodded and went back to the cake mixing bowl. Bellamy turned on his heels and his eyes immediately went to where he had left Charlie. Only, Charlie wasn’t there.

Bellamy Blake didn’t get panicked, but this was panic. Bellamy’s eyes darted around the room, Charlie nowhere in sight. He knew Charlie could crawl, but crawl away? “Uh, babe,” Bellamy began. You noticed the worried tone as you turned around. Bellamy turned away from the couch and toward you. “I lost our baby.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, the spoon clattering out of your hand and back into the bowl. You dashed around the counter, worry filling you. “How did you lose-“ Your yelling fell silent as you cast your eyes downward. “I hate you. I really do.”

Without another word, you headed back into the kitchen and resumed your baking. “W-what?”

“He’s by your feet, hon.” You told him, with a soft amused shake of your head. Bellamy looked down to spot Charlie sat by his boots, playing with the laces. Bellamy let out a soft sigh as he knelt down and scooped Charlie up into his arms.

“You’re a real rascal, aren’t you?” Bellamy asked with a light sigh as Charlie blubbered in response. He looked up to his father and let out a muse of words you couldn’t make out. You cast a glance over your shoulder watching the two. “You want your fire truck?”

Bellamy moved around the couch, picking up the tiny red toy and putting it into his son’s hands. “Thank!” Charlie exclaimed in response, tapping the toy against his father’s chest.

“Are you excited to eat cake?” Bellamy asked but Charlie just waved his hand with the truck in it around. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Bellamy chuckled softly before turning back to the kitchen to spot you watching him. “What?”

“Having fun?” You wondered, setting the spoon back into the bowl as you made your way around the counter.

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” Bellamy mused as you quirked an eyebrow as you stood in front of him with crossed arms.

“You already have one,” you told him as you took the bouncing Charlie out of his arms, “and she wants you to do what she asked.” Before Bellamy could reply, you spun on your heels and headed into the kitchen. You resumed your baking with Charlie on your hip. He was on about something that Bellamy couldn’t hear while you were humming in response, continuing your work.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” Bellamy wondered under his breath, watching you in awe. While he had managed to lose his kid in a matter of minutes, here you were multitasking like no big deal. Yeah, he was in awe and he loved you for it. And perhaps a bit envious.

-

The night was rather eventful. From Charlie getting covered in cake—which you had to bathe him for—to Raven buying him the nosiest toy to Lincoln and Octavia offering to babysit at a moment’s notice—you’re quite sure Octavia is ready to steal Charlie—you had a lot of fun.

Once the night wound down, you found yourself exhausted. After putting Charlie to bed in a room away, you found yourself nestled into Bellamy’s side eager to sleep.

As you began to drift off, you heard the echoing wail of Charlie wide awake. “Go get him,” you murmured into Bellamy’s chest before pulling away from him so he could get up.

“Me?” Bellamy asked groggily, definitely just as tired as you.

“Welcome to fatherhood, babe,” you mused, rolling onto your side.

“Can’t we just let him cry so he can get used to falling asleep?” Bellamy questioned. You knew he was just trying to get out of doing it but you were too comfy to even think about getting up.

“Yeah, when I’m already asleep. Go,” you ordered, beginning to bury your face into a pillow. Bellamy didn’t move and you could tell. Charlie was still crying and you weren’t about to move. “Go,” you repeated lifting your head to look at him. “Go. Leave. Soothe your son. Go. You’re banished, go.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” Bellamy scoffed, playing offended.

You rolled your eyes, not wanting to play along. “It will be your bed—once you get back.” You smirked softly at him as you kicked his legs away from you and nestled back into your pillow.

Bellamy sighed before you felt the weight shift on your bed as he shuffled down the hall. It was a solid thirty minutes before he came back to your room, the crying having ceased. You had fallen asleep like Charlie had and Bellamy smiled fondly at your figure, right as he heard the loud wails once more. Bellamy sighed once again, glancing back down the hall and at your sleeping figure which he didn’t want to wake.

“Yeah, welcome to fatherhood,” he hummed before going to soothe Charlie once more so you could sleep peacefully.

Supergirl

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warning: Fighting/Violence, Curse Words (Kinda?), Uh, Bad Guys?

Summary: Octavia Blake has an alter ego. She’s otherwise known as Supergirl to the town of National City. With the help of the DEO, where her adoptive brother works, and her brother’s techie girlfriend, she’s what some would call a hero.

Requested by @horsiegirl998

i’ve been dead forEVER oOF SORRY. BUT IM BACK. REQUEST PLEASE. I LOVE YOU. IM BACK. IM ALIVE. I WONT TAKE MONTHS TO WRITE YOUR REQUESTS. I APOLOGIZE. I LOVE YOU.

supergirl gif is not mine kiddos

unedited oof

Octavia Zor-El. That was her name, well her birth name. Her name on Earth was Octavia Blake, and you knew her well. You knew her better than many of the other people on the planet.

You had heard her story many a-times. Born on Krypton, she was the daughter of Zor-El and his wife, Alura. Her planet was dying, being destroyed to be perfectly correct, and she was being sent off to protect her cousin, Kal-El. But things never go as planned, do they?

When Krypton exploded, her escape pod was knocked off course and she was sent into the Phantom Zone, a place where time is somewhat of a foreign concept. She was suspended in time and never aged until finally her pod got free and she landed on Earth.

There she was rescued by her cousin, Finn Collins as Earth knew him, and placed with an adoptive family. The family consisted of three people: Elliot Blake and his wife, Aurora, and their son Bellamy.

You remembered it all very well, you were as shocked as anyone would be when they found out. You knew Octavia as Cat Grant’s assistant—later promoted to reporter—at CatCo Worldwide Media. Not as the superheroine, Supergirl. But working with the DEO, you should be used to such things.

You worked for the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, or the DEO, as their resident tech expert, which you took with pride. But did you ever expect to be helping the hero of your very own city? Perhaps not.

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“On your right,” You mused into the mic as you watched Octavia through the security cameras of the warehouse.

“You ever gonna get out of my ear?” she scoffed, reasonably annoyed with your comments to her through the earpiece. You let out a light laugh as you leaned forward in your seat, your eyes glued to Octavia on the screen.

She swung her arm back, elbowing her attacker square in the face. He staggered for only a moment before he gripped her arm. She let out a growl as his touch began to burn her screen, even through the suit she was wearing.

“Touchy,” you muttered, furrowing your eyebrows. You had deemed the offender as a native of some other alien planet. You could never figure out which one and Octavia had been clueless as well. All you knew was that his touch was hot, hot enough even for a Kryptonian.

Before Octavia could wind her other arm back, he gripped her face with his free hand. She let out a yell in his grasp, your heart beginning to race as she fell to her knees with his hands still on her.

“Get up,” you whispered, as if it was supposed to help. “I didn’t hack into these security cameras for nothing!”

“Thanks—for—the—vote—of—confidence!” Octavia snapped back through her gritted teeth. She glared up at her attacker before letting out a gust of frozen breath. A smile adorned your face as he staggered backward. “Too cold for you?” she quipped before continuing, literally blowing him back towards the warehouse walls.

Octavia winded her arm, knocking him hard in the face. She grabbed his shoulders and with her strength, sent him skidding across the warehouse floor. He was dazed, undoubtedly.

As he began to stagger to his feet, Octavia spun towards him. She clapped her hands hard, prompting a hard gust of air that pushed him further back. He flew back into the crates, crashing into them as he lay in a heap. “Yes!” You exclaimed, probably far too into it all. “Can you fly him back? You look a little...”

“Thanks,” Octavia murmured before heading towards the man and hooking her arms underneath his. Within a flash, she was out of the warehouse.

You pulled off your headset and pushed your chair away from the desk and monitors. You got to your feet, beginning to head through the compound. It didn’t take long to find him, Octavia’s brother.

You peered into the training room, careful not to disturb him. You watched with intrigued eyes as Bellamy flipped someone onto their stomach, twisting their arm behind them. “Give up?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

The person beneath him feebly tapped against the floor as Bellamy let out a chuckle, letting go of them. “Training?” You asked, now entering the room.

“He’s tough,” his training partner commented, dusting themselves off. They collected their equipment and rushed from the room, leaving you alone with him.

“Impressive,” You chirped, beaming at the male before you. “I could take you though.”

“I’m sure you could,” Bellamy chuckled, pulling his shirt over his head. “That’s why I just leave you to your computers, babe.” He smiled, taking your hand and pulling you into him. He connected your lips as you enjoyed the moment of pure content.

“You’re still coming over, right?” you asked, pulling away. “They added the newest season of Nailed It! to Netflix and I’m dying to watch!”

“Because it makes your baking skills look better?”

You gasped aloud, feigning hurt. “I’ll have you know, that cake was only bad because I couldn’t work the oven!”

“You never turned it on.”

“Because I couldn’t work it! Keep up!” You exclaimed, hitting Bellamy on the chest as he shook his head, a smile on his lips. “Octavia’s coming in. She got the guy.”

“Is she hurt?” Bellamy asked, his face going from one of playfulness to immediate concern.

“We’ll have to see when she gets here, but I don’t think too bad if she is. He got ahold of her arm and her face,” you confessed, giving Bellamy a soft smile as you squeezed his hand. “She’s badass, I assure you. She can do anything.”

“Come on,” Bellamy said, squeezing your hand. The two of you headed out of the training room and entered the main lobby just as Octavia did, dumping the man onto the DEO floor. “O!”

“Hey Bell,” Octavia greeted, flittering down to the floor. She could barely get a word out before Bellamy stepped forward, taking her chin in his hand and turning her face to check for damage. “Bell,” she hissed, slapping his hand away. “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t hurt to check,” he commented, crossing his arms over his chest. He never approved of Octavia doing this, you knew that well. Though their relationship was rocky at times, he did care about her. He viewed the entire “Supergirl” thing as a way for Octavia to put herself into danger and he never once enjoyed such a idea.

“I’m fine,” Octavia repeated, giving Bellamy a less aggressive look. “What kind of hero would I be if some guy with hot hands took me down? How lame,” she joked, laughing softly. Bellamy rose an eyebrow, seemingly unamused.

“Oookay,” You interjected, stepping between them. You guided Octavia away as Bellamy followed close behind you two. You stood in front of the monitors, typing away at the keyboard before your eyes darted toward one of the screens. “National City seems quiet.”

“Too quiet?” Octavia asked, peering over your shoulder.

“Nope.” You answered, popping the ‘p’. “You’re off-duty.” You hummed, turning back to her with a smile. Octavia smiled lightly before heading off. Bellamy looked back at her for just a moment. “She worries just as much about you, you know?”

“She doesn’t have to.” Bellamy told you. “I can handle myself.” You quirked an eyebrow, a smug grin on your face. Bellamy let out a sigh. “Don’t say it.”

“Octavia would say the same thing,” you sang out as Bellamy glanced away from your far too triumphant face.

“I’ll see you tonight,” He exhaled, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking away.

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“Those poor donuts!” You cried out in distress, munching on popcorn as you watched the TV show on your television. Bellamy laughed lightly beside you, his arm around your shoulders as you both watched the cooking show.

A knock sounded at the door as you set the popcorn in Bellamy’s lap and hopped up to get it. When you pulled the door open, Octavia was on the other side. “Okay so, I totally don’t mean to ruin date night-“

“You already are!” Bellamy called back as Octavia glared at him over your shoulder.

“But! I brought pizza!” She exclaimed, waving the pizza box in your face. “Mind if I join?” You glanced back towards Bellamy who waved her in as you both shared excited smiles. “Want a slice, Bell?”

He held up two fingers as Octavia nodded and you two worked to get plates. With pizza slices in hand, you plopped down back beside Bellamy as Octavia sat on the other side.

You were twenty minutes into the next episode, when Octavia’s head whipped around. “It was too quiet,” she sighed, hearing the echoing of sirens that you all could now hear.

“I have my laptop and your earpiece if you want backup,” you told her as she got to her feet. She shook her head before glancing toward Bellamy.

“Go.” He told her, offering a reluctant smile. “You can handle yourself.”

“Nice to see you finally notice,” she smiled before ruffling his hair and dashing from the apartment. You glanced toward your boyfriend, a wide grin being held back.

“Don’t say it.”

“You took my advice,” you sang, smugly kissing his cheek. Bellamy playfully rolled his eyes as you snuggled into his side, resuming your show as you knew Supergirl was at work protecting your city.