ark-life

Feigning The Connection

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

PART ONE - PART TWO

A/N: Finally! I have this up! Again I was amazed by the amount of love I received from the previous to parts. I can’t thank you all enough. For some reason, I had a real hard time writing this part and i’m not even sure why, because episode four is like one of my favourite episodes. It’s where (I believe) the show starts really picking up.

ALSO, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

Based off of: The 100 01X03 and 01x04

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: hanging. torturing of a sort.


Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

“Y/N?” Kane asked, stepping down the steps towards the wall of the children’s trackers. Turning, Abby let her gaze fall on Kane and looking back, she found you and your name, shaking her head. 

“She went silent a day ago.” Abby explained, her eyes drifting once again towards Clarke. Luckily, for her, Clarke was still lit up and her vitals were fine other than the small problems, but nothing major. Looking back at Kane, and the small gesture of disappointment and fear, which was unusual for Kane, she winced.

It was odd to see such a vulnerable look upon his face, but knowing better Abby didn’t ask only tried to reassure, which is what she did best. “Doesn’t mean anything serious. We lost a lot of kids, I figure they’re just taking them off.”

“There’s no way to prove your theory. You have ten days, it’s been half and so far we’ve seen nothing.” Kane’s eyes turned to Abby, dark in anger and authority. Abby took it all in a stride. With a confident look, she shook her head; “I will prove to you that the earth is sustainable and that Y/N is alive.”

“Or you’re killing ten more people that could’ve been saved.” Kane argued, but Abby didn’t miss the way his eyes fell on your name and with a solemn look shook his head. He knew, this wasn’t the time to worry when there was so much more at stake. He made the choice. He helped send you down as if you were nothing, he had no right to feel guilty.

“Or I am saving thousands of lives.”


“Hold him down.” Clarke ordered, rushing forward you helped Wells and Finn hold Jasper down as Clarke prepared herself to cut away the infected skin on Jasper. Taking a deep breath you watch Clarke mentally steel herself for something you figured she’d probably never had to do before.

“I’m not gonna like this, am I?” Monty’s worried voice echoed and with a soft apologetic look his way, you shook your head. Clarke placed the hot knife against Jasper’s skin and almost immediately he begin struggling. Grunting you pressed down harder against his legs, trying to gain control of him.

“Hold him down!” Clarke ordered loudly, “we are.” You shot back. “I need to cut away the infected flesh.” She responded, your eyes flickered over to Jasper who eyes looked as if they were at the back of his head and his head fell to the side. Panicking, you watched helpless as Clarke pressed her two fingers against his neck, searching for a pulse.

“Stop it. You’re killing him!” Octavia screamed, running next to Clarke. You shook your head, “she’s trying to save him.” You defended. 

“She can’t.” Bellamy suddenly spoke, you hadn’t even known he’d followed Octavia in. Knowing that whatever he wanted, was probably not good, you turned your head and finally letting go of Jasper as you stood up defensively. Despite your moment the other night, you still didn’t completely trust him when around Jasper. 

“We didn’t drag him miles across the forest, just to let him die.” You defended, standing up straight next to Bellamy. Bellamy glanced at you briefly before turning to Wells who had straightened up to block Bellamy from Jasper. You were appreciative of him, knowing despite your falsely placed confidence, you wouldn’t be able to stop Bellamy.

“Kid’s a goner.” Bellamy deadpanned; “if you can’t see that, you’re deluded. He’s making people crazy.” He snapped.

Without turning to him, Clarke looked up at nothing and growled. “Sorry if Jasper’s an inconvenience for you, but this isn’t the Ark. Down here, every life matters.”

“Take a look at him. He’s a lost cause.” Silence was his only response and looking around you couldn’t believe your eyes, stepping forward you walked up to Bellamy. You ignored the fact that he towered over you and pressed a finger against his chest. You wouldn’t believe he was a goner, never. “Jasper isn’t a lost cause. Not to me. Not to anyone here but you.” You sent him a nasty look. He glared down at you, sighing desperately when he knew you wouldn’t back down.

Turning you looked at Clarke expectantly. “I’ve spent my whole life watching my mother heal people. If I say theres hope, there’s hope.” She finally answered, reassuringly nodding at you. You smiled, turning to Bellamy with a confident look.

“This isn’t about hope, it’s about guts. You don’t have the guts to make hard decisions, I do. He’s been like this for three days. If he’s not better by tomorrow, i’ll kill him tomorrow.” Bellamy warned, shooting one last glance at you, he headed towards the ladder.

“Octavia, let’s go.” You let your eyes fall on Octavia who kept her eyes on the ground, “i’m staying here.” She responded, idly helping prepare the bandages. Shocked and insulted, Bellamy’s eyes filtered around you all before shaking his head and heading down the ladder.

“Power-hungry, self-serving, jackass. Doesn’t care about anyone but himself.” Monty spat, shaking his head. When he looked up, he caught the eye of Octavia and faltered. “No offence.” She shook her head, continuing playing around with the bandages in her hand.

“Yeah. Bellamy is all that. But he also happened to be right.” Scoffing at Finn’s words, you headed towards the ladder catching the attention of the rest.

“Y/N, where are you going?”

“i’ll talk to him.” Was all you said as you climbed down the ladder, catching sight of Bellamy exiting the drop-ship, you jogged over to him. “Bellamy!” You called, reaching out and grabbing him by the shoulder. He stopped, freezing, before slowly turning to you.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He smiled cockily down at you.

“What exactly is your issue?” You asked, all riled up. He raised a eyebrow, as if to ask you to explain further. “That’s a boys life up there, and because he’s too noisy you want to kill him?”

“I don’t want to kill him because he’s annoying. I want to kill him because his last chance was at that tree. He’s a goner.” He responded, shaking his head. You jerked your head back, appalled by his answer.

“You don’t want to even give him a chance?” You asked incredulously. “Jesus Bellamy, do you have no heart?” He didn’t respond, frozen by your question as you stared at him expectantly. 

“I have a heart. Just not for someone who’s clearly already dead.” There was a look in his eyes, a look you couldn’t read. It was as if he was trying to tell you something, but you just couldn’t understand. You both stared at each other, clear eye contact, when you were both interrupted when Atom called his name, signalling Bellamy towards him. Bellamy looked at you again, before sighing and heading towards Atom.

You watched them converse, upset by the conversation. You didn’t know much about Bellamy, but there was just something about him, something that he wasn’t telling you all. You don’t know what made him act like a complete jerk constantly but you didn’t care anymore. He confused you and the way you felt around him. He was rude and you just couldn’t seem to hate him for it. You wished you could only learn more about him, he was a mystery.

You watched as he headed towards the wall that had slowly been being built, his eyes falling on you one final time before turning and leaving camp. You sighed, turning back towards the drop-shit.


“Murphy’s going to kill Jasper!” Monty yelled, shooting up from your position you shared a look with Octavia before the both of you shot up. Monty managed to shut the door before Murphy could get up, and panting he yelled; “the locks on the other side of the door.”

“Don’t let him in!” Octavia yelled.

“I’m gonna kill him, okay? Let me in!” Murphy yelled from the other side of the door. “Let me in! Monty, uh, let me in!” You ran over to Monty as he sat on top of the trap door, helplessly you held the bar with your own hands, trying to help keep the door closed.

“No rush! We’re fine!” You yelled, waiting for Octavia to break the pole from the drop-ship. 

“I got it!” Octavia yelled, ripping the bar from the wall of the drop-ship. She ran over to the two of you, and moving your hands you helped shove it under the handle of the door, effectively locking Murphy out. You pushed on it again, keeping it trapped.

“Open this hatch right now!” Murphy screamed. Panting, you looked up at Monty and Octavia in panic. Frantically you looked at the both of them, worry and panic evident in your gaze. “What are we going to do?” You whispered in a rush, even though the door was clearly blocked, you held fast on the handles, hands shaking.

“I don’t know.” Octavia panted, shaking her head. Her gaze fell on Jasper and she, clearly distressed, sighed.

“We keep him out.” Monty answered.

“i know that-”

“Is that Y/N?” You spoke a little too loud, and cursing, apparently Murphy had heard you. You already didn’t get along with the guy and him knowing you were here wasn’t good. You shook your head, distress but still snarking back; “Yeah, Murphy, it’s me. And you’re just plain stupid if you think I am gonna let you in here.” You spoke, speaking just loud enough that he could hear you. Monty sent a grateful look your way, and you smiled.


“We’ve got to get to Jasper.” You heard Clarke whisper to Finn, walking slightly behind Octavia you looked around for Bellamy and the others who slowly begin walking in. They were holding something that looked oddly like a body. You felt yourself freeze as Clarke and Finn passed you and Octavia kept walking.

All your eyes could focus on was the body that Bellamy had laid down in horror. Keeping your eye on Bellamy, you tried to gain his attention as he told someone to get Clarke whatever she needed. You could only watch as Wells walked up to him and shared a conversation you couldn’t hear, walking closer you absentmindedly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear in anticipation. 

Octavia walked further and you reached out to grab her, missing her by a slim. “Octavia, just stay there. Please, stay there.” Bellamy pleaded. Grabbing her wrists, he tried to keep her back but frustratedly she pushed him away; “stop.” She ordered, pushing past him.

Octavia kneeled down next to the body, peeling the jacket that had been covering it before. You gasped, holding your hands to your mouth as you stared in shock at the body. “Atom…” Octavia whispered. 

“There’s nothing I could do-” 

“Don’t.” Octavia ordered, holding up her hand. Bellamy faltered, clearly distressed. You stood back, feeling as if there was something you didn’t quite understand. 

Shaking her head and biting her lip to keep from crying, Octavia placed the jacket back over Atom’s face, before standing up. Bellamy was quick to step in front of her; “O- O, please.” He begged, his voice cracking ever so slightly. 

“Don’t.” Was all she said, shoving past him.

Murphy walked up to him and you stared back at Octavia who followed Clarke and Finn into the drop-ship, you debated whether or not you should follow them or stay out here. “Lose anyone here?” Bellamy asked, sniffing slightly.

“No.” Was all he said, and you glared at the back of his head. 

“Jasper?”

“Still breathing. Barely. I tried to take him out but freak over there and you’re psycho little-” Murphy never had the chance to finish his sentence as Bellamy grabbed him, shoving him away harshly. “Bellamy!” Murphy tried, only to be pushed and shoved again. 

“Who? Who?” He yelled, his voice coming out threateningly as he stared Murphy down. Your eyes widened, shocked that Bellamy was actually defending someone other than himself, but then again this was his sister. Every motive of his made sense, you guessed you just never figured him that protective.

Murphy took a deep breath, calming himself; “your little sister.” Murphy shoved Bellamy.

“Yeah that’s right. My little sister.” Bellamy turned towards you and you felt yourself freeze when his haunting gaze fell on you. He said nothing but turned back to Murphy and stepped threateningly towards him, his piercing gaze falling on Murphy as said boy gulped. “Have anything else you want to say?”

“Nothing.” Bellamy took deep breaths, his huffs quiet and frantic. He stepped back away from Murphy, turning back to Atom and his followers; “get him away from here.” You walked up to the body of Atom yourself, wanting to be at least a little bit helpful. You froze when you saw Murphy make his way towards Atom, and looking around you realized it was only the two of you.

You leaned down, placing your hand against Atom’s jacket clothed face. You didn’t know him well, but knew he was kind and didn’t deserve something like this. You also didn’t deal with death well. “Sad over pretty boy?” Murphy taunted. Opening your eyes slowly, you took a deep breath to remain calm and looked up to glare at him.

“Don’t you care someone died, Murphy?” 

“Why should I? The guy was dumb.” He shrugged, standing up you went to walk up to him. What he was saying was just wrong and Atom definitely didn’t deserve it, your eyes glittered to Octavia who you knew was in the drop-ship and as someone who may have only just started to get close with, you felt it your duty to stand up for her and Atom. You’d heard of their relationship. And if she wasn’t here to do it herself, you were more than willing to take her place.

“He was a human, Murphy. Just like you.” You let your eyes wander over him, and raising a brow you spat; “but… maybe a better one. Just like Jasper. I heard Clarke got what she needed, no need to kill him now huh?”

He glared at you and you smirked at him. “Y/N!” Jumping slightly, you turned to the direction of the voice finding Bellamy making his way over to you. “Get on, i’ll help Murphy.” He ordered, you didn’t fight him and letting one last glance at Murphy walked off.


“Hey!” Snapping your head up, you turned to Murphy, sighing annoyed when you saw him storming his way over to a boy. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your own post before you heard Murphy continue; “you think the grounders are just gonna sit around and wait for us to finish the wall? Maybe we should let the little girl do the lifting for you, huh?”

Irritated, you dropped your log and stormed over to Murphy. Standing in front of the boy you barely knew anything about, you glared up at Murphy. Everything about this boy annoyed the hell out of you, he was just rude. “Back off, Murphy.” You spat, crossing your arms over your chest.

He opened his mouth to say something but the boy behind you beat him to it, “I just need some water okay? Then i’ll be fine.”

“Murphy, get this guy some water.” Bellamy walked up, ordering Murphy you let your eyes fall on him before shaking your head. “Hey, you got this?” He asked referring to Charlotte, you let your eyes fall on her, the first time you’d ever really noticed. In your head, you wondered how anyone could ever send such a small child down here to die.

You went to glare at Bellamy, confused as to why he was making her do such heavy work, but before she could reach it he blocked her path and smiled up at her. You gaped openly, shocked at seeing such a bright and kind smile on his face. You’d never seen him act so… relaxed before. “Hey, I was just kidding.” He joked. 

He lifted it up, and jumping up you ran ahead of him, helping him with the log. He turned to you, shocked but smiled gratefully and bashfully you smiled back. “Didn’t even know you could smile and mean it.” You teased, smiling confidently when you turned back to look at Bellamy. 

“It’s only for reserved people.” He smirked. You gasped, helping him set down the log and hold a hand against your mouth, feigning a gasp. “I’m hurt.” You acted offended, laughing with him when he rolled his eyes. You felt at ease, which confused you as you’ve never had such a peaceful conversation with Bellamy before. And suddenly, looking up at him, you realized that you were enjoying yourself for the first time since landing on earth. 

“Well, maybe one day you’ll be on that list sweetheart.” He teased, before turning. You watched his back, laughing to himself; “what does one girl need to do to get on Bellamy Blake’s list?” You called after him, laughing quietly to yourself. Your smile grew when he turned back ever so slightly, and smirked your way.

“Continue, and you just may see.”


“This knife was made of metal from the drop-ship.” Clarke spat, staring at the knife in her hands. You looked up from the table, the mood dark and you took a look at the new and better Jasper. Though this was no time to smile, you were happy he was doing better and sent a small, encouraging smile his way. 

“What do you mean?” Jasper asked, frightened. 

“Who else knows about this?” Bellamy asked. 

“No one, we brought it straight here.” Shaking your head, you bounced your knee, a nervous tick and shook your head repeatedly. This was bad. “Clarke?” You asked, hesitantly, your voice coming just above a whisper.

“It means the grounders didn’t kill Wells, it was one of us.”

“So there’s a murdered in camp?” Jasper shaken voice echoed out. Your own eyes widened and looking over at the rest, you tried to stop the shaking in your hand. You could deal with the grounders, you’d never trusted them and you knew that as long as you were in these walls you were at least a bit safe. But someone being a murderer in camp, you felt your blood grow cold.

“There’s more than one murderer in this camp.” Bellamy quickly spoke. “This isn’t news, we need to keep it quiet.”

“So a murderer can run loose?” You asked, turning questioningly on Bellamy but his gaze was somewhere else as Clarke stormed forward towards the exit of the tent. 

“Get out of my way Bellamy.” Clarke warned.

“Be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved– the walls, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us.” Bellamy explained, you furrowed your brow; “oh, you mean good for you? What keep people afraid and they’ll work for you? Is that it?”

Bellamy turned to you; “yeah that’s it. But it’s good for all of us. Fear of the grounders is building that wall. And besides what are you gonna do- just walk out there and ask for the killer to just step forward.” Bellamy’s eyes fell back on Clarke, a questioning tone in his eyes. You watched with anticipation as Clarke shook her head. “You don’t even know who’s knife that is.”

“Oh really?” Clarke spat, raising the knife she pointed towards Clarke. “J. M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know.” Your heart quickened, and your hand began to shake more violently. You took a stepped forward, shocked as you caught a glance at the initials, ‘J. M.’

Clarke shoved past Bellamy, you quickly followed behind her, anxious to see what would happen. Running after Clarke, you tried to stop her but fell too short when she shoved Murphy; “You son of a bitch!”

“What is your problem?” He chuckled. You bounced your knee again, a nervous tick, and bit your lip in anxiousness as you tried to ignore the way your hand shook. You could feel your breath quicken erratically.

“Recognize this?” Clarke asked, her voice cracking as she held up Murphy’s knife for him to see.

“It’s my knife, where’d you find it?” Murphy asked, reaching forward to grabbed it but Clarke pulled her hand away before he could. “Where you dropped it after you killed Wells!” Clarke responded, shaking.

You stared with hesitation, wanting to step forward and do something but knowing nothing would go well if you tried. You could feel your heart against your chest but no part of you felt bad for him, as you stared at his cocky face. Murphy was the least bit kind to you or to anyone.  

“Where I what?” Murphy spat, stepping forward he loomed over her. “The grounders killed Wes, not me.”

“I know what you did, and you’re gonna pay for it.”

“Really?” Murphy smirked, “Bellamy, you believe all this crap?” Shaking your head, you ignored your shaking hand and stepped forward; “and why shouldn’t he?” You asked, finally speaking up. All gazes fell on you and you stared confidently over at Murphy. Despite the fact that this was all too much for you, you didn’t feel bad for Murphy. If he killed Wells, then he deserves to pay just a little bit.

“You threatened to kill him, we all heard you.” Clarke yelled. “You hated Wells.”

“Plenty of people hated Wells.” Murphy defended. “His father was the chancellor, that locked us up!”

“Yeah and you’re the only one who got into a fight to kill him!” Clarke interrupted, her voice raising. 

“Yeah, I didn’t kill him then either.” 

“Tried to kill Jasper too.” You spat.

“What?” Jasper whispered, just loud enough you could hear. You sent an apologetic look his way. 

“C’mon this is ridiculous. I don’t have to answer to you, I don’t have to answer to anyone!” Murphy yelled, shrugging his shoulders in anticipation.

“Come again?” Bellamy asked. Silence echoed his statement, you let your eyes wander around as Murphy thought of his next move. With a slight voice crack and taking a hesitant step forward, Murphy tried to defend himself; “Bellamy, look, I am tell you man. I didn’t do this.”

“They found his fingers next to your knife.” He shook his head. 

“Is this the kind of society we want?” Clarke spoke again, “you say there should be no rules. Does that mean we can kill each other? Without- without punishment?”

“I already told you I didn’t kill anybody!”

“He does deserve some kind of punishment.” You interrupted, your gaze falling on Murphy threateningly, “but at what price?” You felt the mood thicken and you worried that everyone would take this out of proportion. You wanted Murphy to pay, but as you stared at the blood-lust eyes around you, you didn’t want him to die by death.

“I say we float him!” The guy from before yelled. Your eyes widened and you snapped your gaze over to him, with a baffled gaze you shook your head. “What?!” You yelled, “how the hell is that fair?”

“Yeah! We float him!” A bunch of voices echoed, your eyes widened and your breath quickened again as you stared fearfully around the crowd before you. You thought Murphy deserved a punishment, but you couldn’t believe everyone else. 

“That’s not what i’m saying!” Clarke tried to explain, but no one listened carefully enough to care.

“Why not? He deserves to float.” The boy said again. You shook your head, not believing what you were hearing. “It’s justice.”

“Revenge isn’t justice.” Clarke interrupted. 

“It’s justice. Float him!” 

“No!” You yelled, your voice shrieking. “This isn’t justice, this- this is just wrong!” You yelled, trying to gain the attention of the people around you, but failed. Soon they began chanting ‘float him’ and you tried to grab ahold of the boy who started it all, but he shoved you. Tripping you nearly fell before Bellamy grabbed you, holding you straight, Your hand fell on his shoulder, and you nodded a thanks.

With wide, cold and guarded eyes you tried to focus on what was around you but it was all becoming too much. You barely registered when Murphy was tripped and everything moved faster from then on. They were quick to begin beating him up and everything started dragging across your vision. You didn’t hear Bellamy call your name or Clarke try to plead to everyone to stop what they were doing to Murphy. Faces became dragged blurs.

You blinked, trying to breathe. Your breath was coming out in gasps as you choked on nothing, you smacked your hands against your eyes trying to refocus. Bellamy’s face came before you and you found Murphy tied up with a gag and his arms bound. “Y/N?” Bellamy asked.

You could barely speak, but you nodded to gain his attention. “Y-yes.” You stuttered. “Are you okay?” He asked, his hands on your shoulders, you nodded numbly though you still couldn’t focus on anything. 

Crowds of people shoved you on as you followed the crowd, Bellamy still holding you. 

They tossed the tied up Murphy down the hill, his grunting as he slumped along. You groaned, blinking and trying to focus what was before you. A string was being tossed over a branch and your breathing nearly stopped. “You can’t do this!” Clarke yelled.

You watched with a blurry vision as Murphy was pulled up along the rope, and you made the realization they were gonna hang him.  You shook your head, breaths coming out in gasps and chokes as Bellamy finally let go you. You reached for him but it didn’t matter as he walked away. Luckily, Clarke finally saw you. Her wide eyes reached you and carefully, like an echo in the back of your head you heard her whisper to breathe.

You listened, sweat glistening down your forehead. “I’m okay. I’m okay. Just-! Just help him!” You shouted, pointing to Murphy and holding your neck as you focused on breathing. Clarke nodded, letting go of you. 

Running over to Bellamy, Clarke shoved at his chest; “you can stop this!” She cried. “They’ll listen to you!”

“Bellamy you should do it!” The boy from before yelled. Hearing his voice and the name he called, you snapped up, wide eyes making eye contact with Bellamy’s as you slowly shook your head, “no…” You whispered.

“I saw you in the wood with Atom!” Clarke tried; “I know you’re not a killer.”

“Bellamy, please. Don’t do this!” You begged, he looked at you, shaking his head before looking back at Clarke. “You can’t do this!” She begged. With wide eyes, you felt your heart break as he kicked the stool from beneath Murphy and you heard a snap as he struggled to breathe.

“This is on you princess!” Bellamy shouted at her as Clarke began sobbing. Staring around you, you stared shocked at the crowd around you cheering and felt empty. They couldn’t be this sick to enjoy something of the like.

“You should’ve kept your mouth shut!” 

“What the hell are you doing?” Finn yelled, your head snapped up as he stormed past you. “Cut him down! Charlotte, get out of here. – Cut him down!” The boy ran forward, threatening Finn with a knife. Charlotte ran forward, making everyone pause; “just stop it okay!” She bellowed; “Murphy didn’t kill Wells. I did!” 

“Oh, my god!” You whispered, running forward you grabbed an axe from the ground and cut Murphy down, him falling with a thud.


You ran through the woods, only a few steps behind Charlotte in panic. You were about to reach her when she gasped in panic and someone grabbed her, fearing it to be Murphy you ran faster only to find Bellamy. He looked at you before covering Charlottes mouth, telling her to shush.

“Charlotte! You can’t hide forever!” Murphy’s distant voice echoed. “Don’t worry we won’t hurt you!”

Bellamy and you began running, Bellamy grasping Charlotte’s hands. You winced when Charlotte screamed, cursing her secretly in your mind. “Let me go!” Bellamy looked at you and nodding, the both of you dragged her to the side. “I’m trying to help you.” Bellamy whispered. 

“I’m not your sister. Just stop helping me.” Charlotte grunted.

You shook your head, “none of that matters. They’re going to kill you!” You all panted, and before you could stop her Charlotte ran forward, yelling that she was there. You ran forward, grabbing Charlotte in panic as you tried to stop her. “Shh!” You shushed. 

“Are you trying to get us all killed?” Bellamy snapped, grabbing her.

“Just go- just go, okay? I’m the one they want.” You watched slowly, behind, staring hesitantly around you for Murphy or anyone of his goons. “Okay, Charlotte, listen to me. I won’t leave you.” His eyes fell on you, and staring at him you panted, nodding your head. “We won’t leave you.” He repeated.

“Please,” she begged, looking at the both of you. She tried running again but Bellamy easily caught her, hefting her over his shoulder, he looked back over at you and you nodded, quickly moving to follow him. “Ah! Murphy! I’m over here, i’m over here!” 

“Come on out, Charlotte. Come on out!”


“It’s a dead end!” You yelled over the rain, brushing your hair back in a panic. Bellamy looked back at you, shaking his head as his eyes desperately looked around for an escape. You could tell Murphy and the rest were only a few feet behind you. 

“Charlotte!” Murphy yelled.

Bellamy set Charlotte down and you felt your hand shaking again. This was bad. Murphy was thirsty for blood and didn’t care that Charlotte was only a child, you looked over at Bellamy, praying he had a solution but he only shook his head desperate.

“Damn it.” He cursed, staring over the impending cliff. 

“Bellamy!” Murphy yelled. You snapped your head over, sighing when Murphy ran up. Murphy’s angry gaze fell on you and you shivered; “you can not fight all of us. Give her up, the both of you.”

“Maybe not, but I guarantee I can take a few of you out.” Bellamy stepped forward, his feet pacing as he prepared himself. You watched as Clarke and Finn ran in, reaching the both of you. You shared a look with Clarke and she tilted her head clearly upset. 

“Bellamy, stop!” She yelled, shaking her head. 

You stepped forward, seemingly affronted at her accusations. “He’s helping her!” You defended, stepping up beside Bellamy, quick to defend him. You ignored his gaze that you felt on your back and glared at Clarke.

Stepping forward, you found a new confidence and walked up to Murphy. Shaking your head, you stared at Murphy helplessly, your eyes begging him. “This has gone too far. Just calm down, we’ll talk about this.” You pleaded. You felt your heart spike when he didn’t say anything and you almost thought he’d agree before he moved so fast you couldn’t even see him. And suddenly his knife was against your neck and his arm was wound around your stomach.

You sucked in a breath, shaking in his grip and you grabbed his arm. Your eyes found Bellamy’s and you pleaded with him, despairingly looking at him for help. You don’t know exactly why you went for him to help, but your eyes just found his and you felt safe when near him. 

“I’m sick of listening to you talk.” Murphy threatened next to your ear. You panted, trying to break out of his grip. His knife ever so slightly graced your neck, making a thin slice. 

“Let her go!” Finn stepped forward only for Murphy’s grasp to tighten and Murphy’s knife to leave your neck and point at Finn. “I will slit her throat.” He seethed. 

“No, please. Don’t hurt her.” Charlotte begged. 

“Don’t hurt her?” Murphy taunted. “Okay i’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go.”

“Don’t do it, Charlotte!” You begged, “don’t do it Charlotte!” Charlotte moved to stepped forward but Bellamy grabbed her, effectively stopping her but she continued to plead; “I have to!” Bellamy set Charlotte back and turning back to you and Murphy, his angry eyes turned to Murphy.

“Murphy, this is not happening.” Bellamy stated, shaking his head unbelievably. “Let her go, please.” He pleaded, you shook your head, feeling your eyes brim with tears as you stared at him.

“I can’t let any of you get hurt because of me.” Charlotte whispered, “not after what I did.” Your eyes fell to Charlotte and with a shriek you couldn’t even hear yourself, you watched hopeless as she stepped back, falling from the ledge. Murphy’s grip left you and you lurched forward, “no! Charlotte, no!”

Leaning just before the cliff, you watched gravely as Charlottes body fell. “No, no, no, no.” Bellamy repeated, he sobbed and you shook your head. Your head falling against your arms, you sighed; “no…” you felt Bellamy straightened up beside you and turning you watched as he stormed over to Murphy.

“Bellamy.” Murphy started. 

Bellamy jumped froward, knocking Murphy over as he screamed angrily. You watched helpless as Bellamy repeatedly punched Murphy again and again and unlike you’d normally do, you did nothing and watched it happen. He killed a girl, he forced her to kill herself and shaking your head, you felt as if you’d lost something within you.

“Bellamy stop, you’ll kill him!”

“He deserves to die!” You shouted, shocking everyone. Finn pulled Bellamy back and he grunted, trying to reach Murphy again; “he deserves to die!” He repeated and you kneeled on the ground, eyes gone cold. 

“No! We don’t decide who lives and who dies.” Clarke stated and everyone grew silent. “Not down here!”

“So help me god, if you say the people have a right to decide–”

“No, I was wrong before, okay? You were right. Sometimes it’s dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we’re gonna survive down here, we can’t just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules.”

Bellamy sighed, frustratingly dragging a hand across his face. “And who makes these rules? Huh? You?”

“For now we make the rules, okay?”

“So what then,” you spoke, everyone’s tired and stressed eyes turning on you. “We just take him back and pretend like it never happened?” Your voice was cold, conserved. Clarke shook her head at you, “no! We banish him.”

Silence echoed as everyone shared looks. Sniffling, Bellamy made the first move and moved forward, roughly grabbing Murphy by the front of his shirt, Murphy grunted. “Get up.” He stepped towards you, and moving you watched as Bellamy held him over the ledge. “If i ever catch you near camp again, we’ll be back here.” Bellamy threatened, his voice raw. “Understand?”

Murphy nodded and with a final shove, Bellamy pushed him away. “As for the four of you,” Bellamy spoke, referring to the others that crowded around; “you can come back and follow me or go and die with him. Your choice.”

You watched with hidden eyes as Bellamy made his way over to you, holding a hand out. You looked up at the hand before looking at him, with a final sigh, you accepted the hand and he helped haul you up. Grabbing both your arms, he leaned down to see you; “you alright?” 

“Fine.” You whispered, your voice empty. He stared shocked at you but you only shook your head, tears in your eyes. You walked past him, shoving him slightly as you made your way back to camp. You’d lost something tonight and as you stared around you, you felt empty.

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I’m still holding out hope for Clarke, because I really think she’s reached her bottom and there’s only one way to go from there. Also guys, please keep in mind, this isn’t out of context behavior for Clarke:

Season 1: It was Clarke’s idea to create the Ring of Fire that wound up killing 300 Grounders.

Season 2: It was Clarke’s idea to irradiate Level 5 (even though Monty made it possible and Bellamy helped her pull the lever).

Season 3: It was Clarke’s idea to enter the City of Light and pull the lever knowing that she would permanently kill all of those who had died in the City of Light.

And she makes those decisions every Season to keep her people safe just like she always! They haven’t ruined Clarke at all.

You know what’s different about Clarke’s actions as compared to other Seasons? For once, the narrative is not supporting her. Previously when Clarke would say things like “I had no choice.” or “I bear it so they don’t have to.” she was painted as a tragic heroine. But this show has always been about learning from your mistakes and has Clarke learned?

I didn’t intend for this ask to turn into a character study but it has. The very first time we hear the phrase “I have no choice.” is in the pilot episode spoken by Marcus Kane (” In that case, given your confession, in my role as Chancellor pro tempore, you leave me no choice but to find you guilty.”) to Abby Griffin, whose response, here is the conversation:

Kane: “In that case, given your confession, in my role as Chancellor pro tempore, you leave me no choice but to find you guilty.”

Abby: “We always have a choice, Kane. You chose to press charges against my husband, your friend, even though you knew he would get floated for it. You chose to include my daughter in those charges, and now you’re choosing this. Hiding behind the law absolves you of nothing.”

Kane: “Be that as it may, in accordance with penal code one, because all crimes committed by those above the age of maturity are capital crimes, you are hereby sentenced to death. Execution is set for the morning, and I choose at every turn and at any cost to make sure that the human race stays alive.

Abby: “That’s the difference between us, Kane. I choose to make sure that we deserve to stay alive.”

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"The youth that inherited the Earth"

I really wanted to get some thoughts out before 4x03 airs. Mostly because this line from Abby was really interesting to me for some reason, and, hopefully, I’m about to flesh out what that reason is. 

So in 4x01, Abby and Kane both realise that they are not the generation that will lead their people in the era of life on earth. This is a pretty pivotal moment, considering the adults have always been conducting themselves as Superior to the kids, because Seniority, amirite? The concept isn’t new at all, but let’s delve into why this moment is important. 

First off, it’s important to remember that the conflict between the older and younger generations has been a central theme of the show since S1.

Note Jaha’s response to the argument Bellamy and Clarke are presenting. Every single response made by an adult to something one of the 100 says on this show can easily be characterised with this one sentence – “Thanks, but you don’t fully understand.” (This isn’t always necessarily a bad thing, btw!) 

This is also what makes 1x11 an important (if largely underrated) episode. 

Throughout most of S1, the delinquents spend their time on the ground playing defense. They don’t really taking any steps forward for themselves as a group. Really what they’re doing is just hoping and waiting for the day the rest of the Ark comes down to save them, for the adults to take the burden of their own survival off their shoulders.

Witnessing the crash of the Exodus ship (1x10) changes that for good.

(Also interesting that all throughout 1x11, the delinquents are gearing up to fight back, building some of their own agency as a group, while back on the Ark, the adults are struggling just to stay alive. Almost a role reversal for the two groups.)

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The Earth and The Sky (Roan x Reader)

Request: Hi! Omg I love your one shots they’re amazing! I was wondering if you could do something with roan? Anything where the reader is from the ark

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Life on the Ark was easy. There was no imminent threat or wild animals trying to kill you around every corner. On the Ark, you never really had to worry about everything as long as you followed the rules with proper decorum. Sometimes, in secrecy of course, you find yourself yearning for the days when none of your friends were in danger. But then you look into the crystal, blue irises belonging to Roan and you know it’s worth it. Every searing day you spend out in the burning heat; every deathly freezing night you spend shivering; every threat around the corner; it’s all worth it when you realise how lucky you are to have Roan. Yes, life on the Ark was easy but it was now also a vague, distant memory - one which you are yet to forget. And now, as you walk through a plethora of trees that reach up to the sky without seeming to end, you find yourself closing your eyes and breathing better than you ever have on the Ark. “Enjoying your day from work?” You hear the familiar rasp of Roans deep voice and you open your eyes, trying to see where he is but as you look around he’s nowhere to be seen, “Up here, gorgeous.” He states and you tilt your head up, seeing Roan sitting on the branches of a thick tree. 

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Second Chances//Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5

Words:1986
Pairings: Bellamy x Reader; Reader x OC Grounder
Warnings: injury; gifs cuz I like using gifs
Episode: 1x03 Earth Kills

       “His pulse is three eighty,” Clarke said, checking on Jasper as his moans filled the camp.

        “Go back to sleep!” a delinquent yelled, followed by a “Shut up!”

        “Don’t listen to them. You’re gonna make it through this, okay? Promise.” You said as you sat beside Jasper and watched Clarke work her magic.

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Essays in Existentialism: Orphans

Tradition says that Tree clan orphans become wards of the Commander. When the Sky people visit Polis nobody is surprised to see that Lexa is as stoic as ever even with children. Many are surprised to see how much the children love Lexa.

The city was large, was in fact, an actual city, one Clarke had imagined when she thought of the ground and all of its magnificent possibilities. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, it overwhelmed every sense she had and it felt topsy turvy in a way that made her uneasy. But Clarke walked through anyway, because that was who she was, that was what she did, now.

It was the sound of children playing that echoed singularly above the dim roar of everyday life. Clarke traced it through the unfamiliar streets, drawn to it in a way that she was not to any other noises in the world. It was foreign and new, unusual and good, and she needed something good at this point.

“What are you doing here?” Indra stopped Clarke just outside of the gates of a large building with open windows. The curtains billowed out in the breeze. It enchanted Clarke, hypnotized her, even.

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With you by my side

[A/N: Written for the @slackru fluff challenge - Kabby from other people’s perspectives. Set during DNR from Nathan Miller’s POV. A healthy dose of Mackson because of course.]

On Ao3

As far Miller could tell, they were pretty fucked.

“We’re not fucked,” Jackson said quietly next to him.

He turned towards Jackson, blinking back his surprise. First, that Jackson even said the word fucked. It seemed weird and wrong (and, therefore, hot). Secondly-

“I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he muttered, scraping his hand across his beard.  

Jackson glanced over at him and smiled - a small, shy thing that made Miller’s heart leap awkwardly and annoyingly up to his throat.

“You didn’t,” Jackson replied, bumping his shoulder into Miller’s. “I could just tell by the look on your face.”

He raised his eyebrow, a smirk ghosting across his lips.

“Spend a lot of time staring at my face, Jackson?”

Jackson cleared his throat and huffed out a chuckle, turning to face Miller directly.

“It can’t be all that surprising,” Jackson said. His voice was low, shy in a way that seemed nearly purposefully coy. Miller peered closely at him, trying to catch his expression, before replying with an uncharacteristic level of hesitance.

“It actually kind of is.”

Jackson blinked a few times, a thoughtful look on his face as turned his eyes up to meet Miller’s.

Somehow, impossibly, Jackson’s eyes still shone bright in the darkness, warm and kind with an electric hint of mischief at the edges. In the fire-lit dimness of the jail cell, they looked almost gold.

Miller had never been much for describing things as beautiful - the word didn’t really have a place up in the coldness of the Ark and life on the ground had been too fucking brutal for it to warrant a use - but it was the only word that popped into his mind as he found himself momentarily unable to look away from Jackson’s gaze.

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HEIR (Roan x Reader)

Request: Hi could I please request an imagine where the reader is Roan’s wife and queen of azgeda, she’s like Octavia and becomes grounder because she a grounder at heart and meet roan after she became one, and she pregnant and goes into labor. She gives birth to a baby boy and Roan’s all fluffy and proud. Also because Echo actually likes the reader, she really happy to have a new prince to follow and because the reader trust her she makes Echo the head of her son’s guard. Echo’s shocked but happy, pls

A/N: hii this has been in my request for literally ages and each time I look at it, I have 0 inspiration to write anything for it, idk why. It’s an awesome request so idk why it’s so difficult for me but here u go i hope its okay 

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You can still remember the first time you had met the Prince of Azgeda. It was a sunny day. You had just finished your training with Indra and Octavia somewhere near the borders of Ice Nation territory.

You were well and truly on your way to becoming a Grounder Warrior; something you felt had a connection to you deeper than your connection to Earth.

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Monty and Jasper vs. Clarke

So after last nights episode it got me thinking. About the obvious parallels between the situation of the Arks life support dying vs. the end of the world and the decision to tell the people the truth. And kinda how it’s unfair how much judgement are being thrown at Jasper and Monty in my opinion.

Obviously in s1 we see Jake and Clarke feel that the people have the right to know about life support dying while others like Jaha/Kane and even Abby saying that the people can’t handle it. There will be panic.

In the culling Abby chooses to side with her husband and daughter and we find that many of the Arkers can rise to this occasion and do what needs to be done. Even if it means sacrificing themselves so others can survive.

Yet here we are in s4 and Clarke and Co. are facing quite a similar situation. And DESPITE how things turned out last time they still are choosing to keep it a secret. Which is almost a little strange when we see how the Arkers DID step up last time. They have proved they can why not let them again?

This leaves Clarke in the strange position of wanting to keep the secret (despite being locked up for being against almost the same things
a year prior).

But what if someone that didn’t know the truth could have come up with a solution to save them all or increase how many the Ark could hold? Wasn’t that the idea of telling the people last time?

I guess we don’t learn from the mistakes after all.

But them Monty and Jasper come in. And despite the fact that being in the Ark was Monty’s ideas he’s not on the list. Neither of them are. They don’t get a choice or a say. Their choices are made for them.

So they tell. And Jasper gets locked up just like Clarke.

So why the anger at Monty and Jasper for doing the EXACT SAME THING that Clarke/Jake were attempting to do? Why was it good when Clarke wanted to tell the people but bad when Jasper/Monty did?

Maybe because they threw Clarke under the bus? I don’t know but were they wrong? Perspective. I guess if you think Clarke and Jake were doing the right thing you’d probably think the same about Monty and Jasper.

Jaha serves as Abby in the parallel. He was the third to join but he agreed the people need to feel like he they had a say.

Also did you notice how the people were more mad about the list than they were the fact that only a 100 people could survive??? Interesting.

Obviously all made mistakes. But I find it interesting how so many disagree with Monty/Jasper for this but side with Clarke for s1.

You know, I don’t like the idea that post-ShTH Shadow’s memory is just completely back to normal with no downsides whatsoever. Like sure, during the events of that game he recovered most of his important memories, but everything? I don’t think so. His brain has been injured and tampered with so much there’s no WAY it’s going to go back to working perfectly after all that.

Give me a Shadow who still struggles to remember certain incidents from his past. A Shadow who remembers, say, teaming up with Eggman on Prison Island, but not fighting the guard robot in a show of strength. Or who remembers playing tag with Maria in the halls of the ARK, but for the life of him can’t remember what her old bedroom on the station looked like.

And give me a Shadow whose current memory has glitches as well. Who some mornings - not often, but too often to be coincidence - wakes up and can’t remember a thing. His amnesia comes back in full force, and even seeing his friends sitting nearby doesn’t help - he has no idea who they are. His memories always return within a few minutes (one terrifying morning, it took over an hour), but it’s something he’ll have to live with for the rest of his life.

A Shadow who can get into loud, violent fights without a problem, taking down his enemies with ease, but when things gets quiet and he’s left to his own devices in the main GUN base he might suddenly find himself standing in an empty room unable to clearly remember how he got there besides “I walked”. Or he wakes up in a new location, and even though he knows logically that he and the rest of Team Dark traveled there together on a mission, his mind can’t quite put the pieces together, trying to insist that he must still be back at the base.

Like, he’s gonna struggle with this stuff; he hasn’t had a “normally” functioning brain since before the ARK incident 50 years ago. And it can be hard, but his friends are always there for him. They can usually tell when it’s happening, because he either gets very antisocial and unfriendly, or completely the opposite, looking for someone to help anchor himself in the present. And they’re always willing to help him when thoughts and memories get hazy and he needs help figuring out what’s going on.

the clexa fic rec post you didn’t ask for

List of some of my favorite Clexa fics mostly for my own benefit so I can reference later but if you haven’t read all of these, you should. Read more link included because this list is hella long.

Modern AUs

the terminal by coeurastronaute

Our flight information got messed up in the airplane company’s computers and we’re stuck at this airport for 24 hours.

somewhere i have never traveled by unicyclehippo

Lexa Wood doesn’t like being woken up at two am when her neighbour comes home from work. But, for baked goods and good company and the offer of no strings sex with possibly the most attractive person she’s ever met, well. Maybe she can make an exception for Clarke Griffin.

cause i know that you feel me somehow by reinclarkenation

People aren’t their mutations, her father had been sure to preach those words to her, but sometimes it’s hard to remember that. Sometimes it takes over your entire being, and with a force as strong as the one that flows through Lexa, Clarke knows that it’s too big of a burden to dismiss as a minor character point. This isn’t an ability, this isn’t getting a beer can to your hand by using your mind or making bigger waves when you go surfing, it’s a weight that interjects itself into every aspect of your life. It’s not something that you can turn off and on or control by yourself.

lifted up (where the sky hangs) by possibilist

hospital!au, because we all need non-tragic versions of those. octavia has very treatable cancer; lexa has sort of treatable heart problems. octavia meets lexa because they’re both stuck in pediatric waiting rooms for another year; octavia sets lexa up with clarke, her best friend.

You See the Smile That’s On My Mouth (it’s hiding the words that don’t come out) by heartshapedcandy

School AU - Clarke and Lexa fall in love at age five but take forever and a day to realize it.

bathroom stalls & late night calls by unicyclehippo 

A Clarke/Lexa fic where one of them either texts a random number or finds the others number in a book or on the bathroom stall in a school (or anywhere) and they start texting it. Turns out the number they texted turns out to be the other one. They don’t know who the other is. They both text each other until they finally meet each other millions of texts later

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Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!

Last year, I put together this list of fic recs in honor of the day. They are all amazing, so you should definitely check them out, but in the mean time, here’s some more. I tried to tag most of the ships and/or fandoms, so if you ship any of those or are in the fandom, check out the recs below the cut. Of course, there are plenty more amazing fanfictions/writers out there, and to them, I give a huge THANK YOU! Finally, if you have any interest in any of my stories, links can be found here.

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On Sanji’s Characterization in the Whole Cake Island Arc

Let me just say that, for starters, the Whole Cake Island arc, in my opinion, has been the most enjoyable arc in the series post time skip, and it’s definitely making its way up there with the greats like Water 7/Enies Lobby, Sabaody Archipelago, and Marineford for me.  The setting is fantastic, as are the new abilities, the new forces involved, the uncertainty with who’s on whose side, the vast array of badass females characters (REP-RE-SENT), the stakes, the suspense… every chapter is hard to wait for.  However, I want to address something a lot of people seem to consider a downside to this arc and that is Sanji’s characterization, especially in the recent chapters.  From what I’ve seen, people are not happy with his “lack of faith” in Luffy, his “sad sack” attitude, and his recent acceptance of his fate as a member of Big Mom’s family.  And this kind of unnerves me, because not only is a lot of it based on faulty fan translations, but it is also indicating a misunderstanding of a) the situation he is in and b) how he’s been characterized throughout the entire series.

(WARNING: This will be lengthy.  Brace yourselves).

First of all, I don’t really know where this claim of Sanji “not having faith in Luffy” is coming from.  Faith in Luffy’s what, exactly?  His ability to get out of this alive?  His resolve for getting him back?

For one, I don’t know how one can say that any of the Straw Hats “don’t have faith” in Luffy’s abilities and perseverance, let alone Sanji, who just last arc was expressing his belief that Luffy will become the Pirate King to Capone.  I’m finding it hard to believe that Sanji is suddenly doubting Luffy’s abilities and capability in the face of adversity here and now, especially after that.

And based on past experience, Sanji definitely knows how strong Luffy’s resolve is when it comes to getting crew members back, which is why he:

1) wrote a note on Zou saying he’d be back rather than just leaving suddenly, so they would let him handle the predicament himself until he returned (which he did believe he would do up to a point).

2) lied about his allegiance in 844 to get them to leave, because he knew if he expressed that he was in trouble or doing all this against his will, Luffy would not leave him behind.  Unfortunately, he probably overestimated his lying skills with this, because Luffy saw right through him.

3) broke down crying directly afterwards as Luffy was declaring he’d wait for him, because he knew that since Luffy had seen through his facade, there was no way he was going to leave him behind.  This put the SHs more in danger, and prompted Sanji’s complete submission to the marriage and his pleading with Big Mom to let them out alive in 845/846.

This notion of him understanding of Luffy’s resolve is also furthered by this panel, which, in the official translation (which is what people should be referencing for these kinds of arguments, but unfortunately I was not able to get a picture of it bc I’m an idiot.  If you don’t believe me, there are plenty of other posts that have addressed this) says “Please just get out of here safely, guys!” This is evidence of him knowing his crew’s tendencies so well that he is sitting on a window ledge in agony, silently pleading with them to leave safely and forget about him.  The reason he is so agonized is because he knows that there’s no way they’re going to do this, so he’s scared for them.  

Therefore, because of all this, the “Damn, does Sanji even know his own crew?” comments are ludicrous.  Of course he does.

Another thing I don’t think some people are understanding about this arc is that, while it is similar to Enies Lobby, there are some fundamental differences, one of the biggest ones being that Sanji getting out of this is not a matter of his faith in Luffy’s ability to free him or in his own ability to free himself, but a matter of circumstance.  In Water 7, Robin left to protect the SHs because she thought they would be annihilated if she didn’t.  Usopp told her on the train to “believe in Luffy”, as in to believe in his strength, and this all culminated in the “I want to live” scene, where she finally asked to be saved and put her faith in the SH’s abilities to get her out of there.  This is not the case in the current situation.

Sanji is not going to get out of this by simply telling Luffy he wants to be freed, because there are too many factors out of Luffy’s control at play, most notably the impending death of Zeff, who is out of the reach of protection over in East Blue (Sanji was fighting back until the moment Judge brought out Zeff’s picture in chapter 839 I believe).  At this point, he is of the knowledge that the only thing that can save Zeff is him giving in, so that’s what he’s doing.  And until circumstances change and Zeff’s life is off the line, Sanji is not going to resist the marriage.  This is not him “not having faith in the SHs”, but rather him realizing that, realistically, there is nothing that can get him out of this without resulting in Zeff dying, which, in his mind, would be worse than him leaving the SHs and abandoning his dream.  And because he knows he can’t leave for this reason, he is hoping, begging that his crew will go on without him.

Is it almost too selfless? Yeah. It might even be borderline stupid, and I’m sure if Zeff knew this was happening he would kick the little eggplant upside the head for put Zeff’s life above his own.  After all, Zeff didn’t cut off his foot and save his life so he could throw it away!  But if Sanji’s flashbacks this arc have shown us anything, it’s that his horrible treatment from his family made Zeff much more important of a figure for him than we thought, and that Sanji cares about his “saviors” (Zeff and the SHs) much, much more than himself.  This really has been part of his character since we met him.  He took the lightning for Usopp and Nami on Enel’s ark, offered his life to Kuma on Thriller Bark to save Luffy and Zoro, and sent himself over to a Yonko just to keep his crew safe on Zou.  Really, this is no different than how he’s previously been written to be. The only difference now is that we have some info on why he is this way, and I think that is what Oda meant by the “Year of Sanji” thing.  

In retrospect, him calling it “the Year of Sanji” probably wasn’t the best decision, because a lot of people took it to mean that it was going to be “the Year of Sanji Kicking Ass and Taking Names”, rather than “the Year of Sanji’s Backstory and Character Elaboration”.  Realistically, we all probably should’ve assumed the latter because of the set-up, but I, like many, wanted to believe that finally, Sanji was going to be a 10/10 badass again after being gone for most of Dressrosa.  And while I know he will do that later in the arc (come on, of course he will), I think it’s important to note that, really, he is going to come out of this so much stronger because of how he is acting now during his low point.

I already posted this elsewhere, but think about this for a second.  This whole arc has been Oda going the extra mile when putting everything in the book against Sanji, and given that he is only NOW getting desperate, that truly attests to his strength as a character.  Seriously, he had to have his crew, his father, his hands, his livelihood as a cook, and his freedom on the line (basically everything he cares about), as well as resurfacing of his devastating childhood trauma, physical beatings from his family, a fight with his captain, and the threat of a freaking Yonko’s army against his crew to get him to the point of breaking, and even now he is still doing everything to ensure the safety of the people he loves. Seriously, that is pretty much everything that can possibly be held against him, and he cracked this late in the game. That’s some beastly shit if you ask me, and it says wonders about just how good and strong of a character Oda has made him out to be.

Not to mention that his arc has, IMO, brought Sanji from the cool, quirky character that we knew before to a complex, more durable one because of the fact that he is hitting his low point.  Oda did this with Nami in Arlong Park, Usopp in Water 7, and Luffy himself right after Marineford, and this only made me appreciate and respect these characters more, because it is when a character is at their lowest that they truly can emerge stronger and better than they ever have been.  This is what Sanji’s fans want, right? And this current part of the arc, with him being sad and submissive (which is really a very realistic reaction that probably would’ve occurred for a lot of other characters much earlier on) is the first part of that development. This distressed, hopeless Sanji isn’t the most badass or controlled one, but it’s a human one and I love Oda for that.  Any author that can do this with their characters earns my respect a thousand times over, because it takes guts and really good writing to accomplish it successfully.  Oda has done it three times now, so why should we think he can’t do it a fourth?

^^ The foreshadowing is real, and at this point, it’s the waiting game.  Until then, we should probably let this arc evolve and take the events as they come, because it really is a great one.  And at this point, I’d say instead of doubting Sanji’s faith in everything, have faith in him, because he will definitely pull through and reemerge from this as a more compelling, more well-written, and more beastly character.  Until then, enjoy the ride!


[I am SO sorry for the length.  Holy nuggets.]  

anonymous asked:

Number 31 ith Finn Collins, please?

Finn Collins - “Netflix and Chill?”

“Wow…” You stood still in the middle of what should have been the living room once.

Dust covered the seats and furniture. The colors of the paintings on the wall had faded and you assumed it was better not to ask where the spiders were who had created the webs covering all corners and gaps.

“And here we thought our counselor on the ark lead a luxurious life.” Finn raised his eyebrows while he let his finger slide over the wooden table. “This is only the living room! We haven’t even seen the rest of the house yet!” When he opened one of the doors little bugs hurried away. “Come on!” He looked over his shoulder at you, his lips curled up into a smile, little lights glimmering in his eyes. “This is why I was looking forward to go to earth!” He placed his foot on the dusty stairs and one step at a time he started to climb to the first floor.

Although you had to admit that it was quite beautiful and quite amazing, you were also slightly afraid of what else could live in this house, apart from bugs and mouses and spiders. You had never believed the ghost stories on the ark. You had even dared to wonder how stupid someone must be to make all of that crap up, but here you were, all of sudden understanding where those ghost stories came from.

When you opened the door a little further, the squeaking was almost deafening. Each step of the stairs cracked when you placed your foot on it. Sometimes you even thought you saw shadows, moving quietly through the house, hiding when you turned around to have a better look at them.

“What’s taking you so long?” Finn leaned over the railing. “You haven’t seen the best yet!” He shifted his weight from one leg to the other while he waited impatiently until you had reached the first floor too. “There is a tv in every room!” Finn shook his head. “Can you imagine it?” He entwined his fingers with yours and he pulled you into one of the bedrooms.

The bed in the room was gigantic. On the ark maybe three or four people could have slept in it quite comfortably. A huge closet covered almost an entire wall and the television screen, attached directly to the wall, almost felt like an extra window.

“So, what do you think?” Finn placed his hands on your shoulders and he pushed you on the bed. “What was that saying again?” He whispered, his lips only a few inches away from yours while he placed his knees next to your hips. “Netflix and chill tonight?” He winked playfully and a smile spread across your face.

“I still don’t know what that is exactly, but it sounds good to me.” You grabbed his shirt and then you pressed your lips firmly on his. You didn’t care that the bed was dusty. You didn’t care that the sunlight could barely shine in due to the dirt on the windows. You only cared about being with Finn in a beautiful house without anyone else from the 100 knowing about it.

Fanfiction: Gray

Title: Gray

Fandom: The 100

Type: One-shot

Rated: T (character death mentioned, angst)

Word Count: 3170

Summary: Bellamy felt like his life was falling apart. Lincoln was dead. His relationship with Octavia looked irreparable. Sensing Bellamy’s pain, Clarke tries her best to comfort him. They had grown apart in the three months that she was gone, but they always managed to find their way back to each other. True love knew no bounds.
Set mostly during 3x13.
[He had grown up with gray all around him. Gray walls. Gray people. Gray life. The Ark was nothing spectacular. But she was.]
OR; Where Bellamy finally decides to admit his feelings for Clarke.

Characters: Bellamy Blake x Clarke Griffin

Status: Complete

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(Warning: darker themes + angst)

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