I know Steve gets in a lot of dumb fights now, but what was the stupidest fight he got into pre-serum?
we grew up mostly during the prohibition, when alcohol was illegal. i mean, it was still pretty easy to get your hands on some, because people like alcohol, but most of it tasted awful, because it was home-brewed to be as strong as possible.
anyway, stevie and i got a bit of some really terrible hooch and squirreled ourselves away to get drunk. it took steve about four drinks to be totally wasted, and it turns out steve is a pretty entertaining drunk, with crazy fast mood swings and a tendency to want to touch things, just to see how they felt. he was wandering around the apartment trying to figure out if dark colors or light colors felt better, and he wanted to see if my hair–a nice dark color, versus his light blonde–felt nice. so i let him run his hand over the top of my head, and i was teasing him because he had all the fine motor control of a baby, so he’d made a mess of my hair. i think i said something like ‘my hair’s terrible now, stevie, and now nobodys gonna respect me’ and steve went ‘NO!! you have nice hair bucky your hair is GREAT it is SO GREAT.’ which was nice of him, because my hair really was a mess.
and then he punched me.
he punched me several times.
drunk steve is not much of a brawler so he didnt do much damage before i tipped him over and sat on him. it wasnt much of a fight. but if youre looking for stupid, attacking me to defend my own hair is probably one for the history books.
sometimes i miss wee steve, because big steve thinks my hair is ridiculous. i bet if tiny drunk steve were around, hed try and fight captain america to defend my hair’s honor. now that’d be a fight worth watching
Prompt: Lance is flirting with the reader and he says “How would you like to go on a date with a Defender of the Universe?” and she goes “I would love to” and then she turns to Shiro and asks him out (he says yes of course). Bonus: Keith thinks it is the funniest thing in the entire universe and cannot. Stop. laughing
“Hey beautiful are you a star? Because you light up my life.” Lance said coming up and leaning on the console that you were currently working on repairing.
“Hello Lance.” You replied with a sigh not bothering to look up from your work. Lance flirting with you wasn’t exactly uncommon but you didn’t have the patience to deal with it today. You had a million and one things you had to fix around the ship today and the last thing you wanted was to entertain a flirtatious paladin.
“You must be one hell of a thief because you stole my heart from all the way across the room.” Lance continued, undeterred by your unapproachable tone.
“I haven’t stolen a single thing my entire life and I’m not about to start now.” You shot back.
“Let’s cut to the chase then. You, me, a candle lit dinner underneath the stars.” Lance offered with a charming smile.
“Excuse me?” You asked, looking up with an arched eyebrow.
“How would you like to go on a date with a Defender of the Universe.” He asked smoothly. You internally groaned and got to your feet bracing yourself to turn Lance down again when you got an idea that would kill two birds with one stone. You squared your shoulders and swallowed any doubt about what you were about to do.
“Actually I would like that.” You say standing up and giving him a warm gentle smile before turning around and sauntering towards Shiro who looked absolutely dumbfounded and confused at the turn of events. “Shiro?”
“Yes?” He asked, his voice raising slightly in surprise.
“You’re a Defender of the Universe aren’t you?” You asked with a flirty lilt to your voice. You casually draped your arms around his neck and batted your eyelashes at him. Shiro visibly swallowed before rediscovering his voice.
“I am, yes.” He responding, trying remain politely formal but you could see the glimmer of excitement in his eyes at your line of questioning. All the while Lance stood where you left him utterly shocked at what was happening before his eyes.
“Well would you like to take me out on a date or not?” You asked bluntly.
“Yes ma’am … I mean - yeah. I’d like that.” He stuttered, slowly getting over your sudden authoritativeness.
“Great. You know where you can find me, pilot.” You smiled and winked at Shiro before sauntering out of the room. You intended to go work on another part of the ship to get away from the paladins but Shiro was quick on your heels, striking up a comfortable conversation while you walked.
“Oh my god the look on your face when she - “ Keith cackled hysterically at Lance. “Holy shit I can’t breathe.” He said through his laughter, bending over and clutching his sides.
Summary: Soulmates are supposed to be a wonderful thing, that is until you find out who your soulmate is. You guessed it, Lance “The Fucker” Tucker.
Pairing: Lance x Reader
A/N: I’m so glad you guys like Tainted Love so far! Here ya go :) As always, I’ll fix any mistakes in the morning.
After watching Maggie’s routine, Lance claps his hands and turns to the blonde. “Hope. Office. Now.”
With a frustrated sigh, she follows him to the office and shuts the door behind her, waiting for him to rant on about how Maggie can do so much better. But, he didn’t.
“Well, she’s as good as gold. You’re not shit after all Hope.” Lance smiled at her. “Oh wait - you are.”
Hope rolled her eyes. “Shut your whore mouth.” she snapped. “And why did you bring me in here if you were going to tell me that? I thought you were gonna chew my head off or something.”
“I brought you in here because of her.” he nods his head over to you. “Who is she?”
Hope glances back at you, watching as you high five Maggie for doing a good job before starting a conversation with Ben.
“She’s my best friend.” Hope says, turning back to Lance. “Why?”
He shrugs, hoping to play it cool. “Nothin’ I just wanted to know who she was. She seems nice.”
“She is, but she can be a bitch if she needs to be.” Hope tells him and his eyes are now focused on you.
The way you smile, the way you tuck away your hair behind your ear, all make you seem so perfect. It was insane for Lance to be thinking like this because, well, Lance never thought about anyone like that. He had this foreign feeling inside him and he’d never admit it out loud but he kind of liked it.
“Give me her number.” he turns to Hope with a serious look in his eyes.
Hope’s face contorts. “What the fuck, no.”
“Because she’s my best friend and I won’t let her be another notch on your belt, asshat.” she snapped. “She’s too nice of a person to deserve what you’ll do to her.”
“Oh, and what exactly will I do to her?” Lance folds his arms across his chest as he glared at the blonde in front of him.
“You’ll lead her on to believe you actually like her, fuck her, then throw her aside and move on to your next victim. You won’t care about her feelings because all you can care about is yourself. It may not look like it, but she’s a sensitive girl, Lance. And I won’t let you fuck her up.”
Lance watches Hope exit the office and walk towards you and Ben. With a sigh, he gathers his things and exits the office as well.
“Well she’s clear.” he spoke, joining the small group. “I expect great things from you, Maggie.”
The happy brunette smiles and nods before Lance looks at you. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”
“Nice meeting you too, Lance.”
He held eye contact with you for a bit and Hope didn’t like it. So, she shoved him. “Leave already, dick breath.”
Lance smirked at her. “Oh, you would know all about what dick breath smells like, wouldn’t you?”
“You already did.” Lance chuckled at Hope’s annoyed expression.
With all that being said, he leaves the gym, flustered and with you on his mind. So consumed in his thoughts, he accidentally hits his head while getting into his car.
“Ah, shit.” he groaned, holding a hand to his head, completely unaware that just behind those gym doors, you stood holding your head as well.
3 days. It’s been 3 days and Lance cannot get you out of his head. 3 days and not once have you left his mind. He had to get in contact with you somehow. It was driving him insane.
But how? Hope wouldn’t give him your number. Ben probably had your number as well but being for the fact that Lance had fucked his girlfriend, he doubted that he’d give him it.
With an exasperated sigh, he throws himself down on his couch. He didn’t know anything about you, but he wanted to. When he saw you, it was different from when he’d see other girls but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Why did you have this effect on him?
Getting up from the couch, he decided to ease his mind of you and go out to the bar. Getting shitfaced sounded amazing, he could really use a drink.
Over on your end, Hope dragged you out to the bar. Karaoke night. Every karaoke night the two of you would get completely shitfaced and sing A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton because it was in your favorite movie, White Chicks.
While on stage, singing your heart out with Hope by your side, you hadn’t noticed Lance walk through the bar door. At the sight of you, he smiled. Mostly because he got to see you again and you were making a complete fool out of yourself.
Lance took a seat at the bar, ordering a drink as he watched you and Hope finish up the song, followed by loud applauses and hoots and howls. While you were walking off the stage, you had accidentally hit your knee on the speaker box, resulting in both you and Lance to tend to your knees.
Lance’s eyebrows knit together as he rubbed the spot on his knee before looking back at you. Coincidence, right?
Lance never cared about the whole soulmate thing which was why every time his soulmate tried contacting him, he’d either ignore her or tell her to leave him alone. Besides, if he ever met his soulmate, she’d probably want him to settle down with her and that just wasn’t Lance’s style. He didn’t want to be on a leash. He wanted to be free.
Gulping down his drink, he decides to join you at your table with Hope and Ben.
“Hi friends.” he smiled, gathering the attention he wanted from the 3 of you.
“Stalking me? Pfft, that’s low, Tucker. Even for you.” Hope scoffed, rolling her eyes.
She was way out of it. And by the looks of it, so were you.
“In your dreams, Hope.” Lance responded, adverting his eyes to Ben. “This doesn’t look like your type of scene. What are you doing here?”
“I come to keep an eye out for Hope and Y/N to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid. I also take them home. Well, I take Y/N home, Hope lives with me so-”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I didn’t ask for your life story buddy.” Lance cut him off. “Tell you what, I’ll take Y/N off your hands.”
Lance rolls his eyes. “I’ll take Y/N home so you have one less person to take care of.”
At this, Hope perks up. “No. There’s no way in hell I’d ever let you take my bitch home.”
“Main bitch.” you correct, causing Lance to chuckle.
Hope glares at Lance. “I know what you’re capable of and I will not let you take advantage of-”
“Slow your roll,” he spoke up. “Now I know I’m a pig but I wouldn’t go as far as to having my way with a woman when she’s completely shitfaced. I thought you knew me better than that, Hope.”
Lance dramatically pouted and Hope groaned.
“We were having a nice time until you showed up.” she huffed.
“It’s cool if he takes me home, Hope. You know I can defend myself, sober or not.” you insert yourself into the conversation that seemed to be all about you.
“Yeah, she can defend herself, sober or not.” Lance grinned, smacking on his mint gum, knowing how irritated Hope got when he did that.
Hope placed her head in her hands. “Ugh, fucking cut it out before I murder you.”
“Cut what out?” he asked, continuing his actions.
“I’m gonna-” Hope lunges for him but was pulled back by Ben. She struggled to get free from him so that she could fuck Lance up but it was no use.
“I’m ready to go home now.” you announce, deciding to get out of there before Hope literally killed Lance on the spot.
“Good choice, let’s go.”
You gather your stuff and give Ben a hug. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Hopi.”
She threw threats towards Lance as the two of you made your way outside and into his car. And then it hit you. You were in a strangers car. You would never ever do something like this but for some reason, you trusted Lance fully despite only meeting him once. You got a weird feeling when you were with him. Like you two have known each other for years. It was comforting yet weird.
Upon arriving at your house, Lance brought you to your bed and tucked you in, making sure you were comfortable.
“You good? You need anything else?” he asked.
You hummed in response, turning on your side and curling up in a ball. You had muttered out a thank you before soft snores escaped your lips. You were out. Lance let out an exhausted sigh and left your room. He’d usually leave a girls house as soon as possible but he wanted to make sure you were alright in the morning. So, tired as hell, he fell asleep on your couch.
You woke up groaning. The hangover you were experiencing was probably way worse than any of your other ones, and you’ve had many hangovers.Kicking your sheets off your body, you drag yourself into the kitchen, being met with a tired looking Lance.
“Woah, what are you doing here?” you question. “Wait.. We didn’t..”
“No, god no I would never take advantage of you like that.” he groaned. “I took you home last night and it was pretty late and I was tired as hell so I slept on your couch. I meant to leave before you woke up but I guess I slept in.”
You noticed he was massaging his temples, like he had headache and decided to ask him about it. “Do you have a headache?”
“What? Oh, I guess. I just woke up and my head was pounding. I tried looking for some painkillers but..” he trailed off.
“They’re over here.” you say, opening a drawer and pulling out a bottle of painkillers.
“Thank god.” he breathed, walking towards you with his hand out.
You give him two and get two out for yourself as well before putting them away. “Yeah, I needed some too. These hangovers are unbearable.”
At this, Lance looks up at you. His head was hurting, as if he had a hangover. But he only had one drink at the bar and he surely wasn’t a lightweight so he couldn’t possibly gave himself a hangover. Were you his.. Soulmate? No. You couldn’t be. There’s no way!
But was it really that impossible? There’s only one way to find out.
Lance bites his lip and takes a deep breath before pinching his side very hard. You let out a yelp, nearly dropping your glass of water as your hand went flying to your side. The same exact side Lance had pinched.
Coincidence. This had to be a coincidence. Lance tried again, this time pinching his upper arm and you reacted, hissing at the pain and rubbing the spot. He couldn’t believe it. Now it made sense why he felt the way he did when he saw you. You were his soulmate.
Holy shit. You were his soulmate. That means-
“Ah, shit.” you make eye contact with Lance. “My soulmate keeps pinching himself. That or he’s being pinched by someone. Either way it hurts.”
All Lance could do was nod, still not believing what he had just found out.
“Speaking of soulmates,” you continued. “I hate to intrude but have you found yours? I haven’t found mine yet which sucks because everyone around me already knows who their soulmate is.”
Lance gulps. “um.. Yeah.. Yeah I’ve found mine already.”
“Really? Who?” you couldn’t help but ask.
Lance didn’t want to say anything just yet but his mouth moved faster than his brain did. “You.”
His words hit you hard and your head began to spin. “W-What? There’s no way.”
You didn’t want to believe it. Lance Tucker was your soulmate? Pfft, no way!
“I’m telling the truth.” he says. “Think about it, you have a hangover and suddenly my head hurts too.”
“Coincidence?” you wanted to force yourself to believe that.
“Look.” he say, pulling up the sleeve of his jacket. “I apologize in advance.” Lance squeezes his eyes shut as he pinches the skin of his arm harshly, causing you to feel it as well.
“Ow! Stop it!” you shout, holding your as just as he stops.
“Do you believe me now?” he breathed, rubbing the spot on his arm that he had just pinched.
“I-I can’t.. No.. I-” you stumble over your words before making a beeline for your room, shutting and locking the door. You pick up your phone and frantically scroll until you find Hope’s number, calling immediately. She answers on the fifth ring.
“What the fuck Y/N? Why are you calling so damn-”
“Shut the fuck up and listen Hope.” you cut her off.
“Okay, I’m listening. But I don’t know what could be more important than-”
“Lance Tucker is my fucking soulmate.”
Hope went silent.
A/N: This wasn’t as eventful as I hoped it’d be but here ya are :) tell me what ya think!
summary: he didn’t believe in love, but then he met you
genre: fluff, angst(maybe??)
a/n: i don’t know how to feel about this i kinda hate it. a lot of dialogue in this one. wasn’t sure if I wanted to post this but it’s been sitting in my phone for a few months so I’ll just leave it here. I might make a part two, depending on how much people like it / request for it. might include smut in the next part :-)
Min Yoongi was a busy person. He didn’t have time for love or for any other close relationships besides with his band members. He didn’t want any scandals or any other miscellaneous things interfering with his work and the success of his group.
Of course, he loved his family and he loved his members, and he especially loved ARMY, but when it came to romantic love, he didn’t believe in it. He always felt that it was such a nuisance. A romantic relationship wouldn’t work out anyway, considering the fact that he was an idol. He didn’t have time for it, and he also knew how all relationships went. The smallest of doubt in a relationship could easily split the pair apart, ruining the bond and friendship that once was.
He found it hard to believe that romantic love was even a thing in this world because of all of the cheating, lying, and mistrust going on between couples. Even if there were no problems with the couples, they were just going to lose feelings for each other anyway, stuck in a bitter, unsatisfying relationship. He had seen it all before.
He was committed to his music only. After all, it was his first love.
They say when you die, you don’t feel pain. You just feel your soul, your spirit, being gently pulled from your body. Your arms, your legs, your head, your torso, become nothing more than a hollow shell. The epitome of you has been removed to go on to the afterlife.
They say when you die, your entire life flashes before your eyes, faster than a blink, from the moment you were born to the moment you die. Faster than a dream. Faster than a snap.
They say when you die, everything is in slow motion. Whether it be the bullet racing towards your forehead, or the drop from a tall building to the busy streets below.
They’re wrong, you know. Those things don’t happen to the person dying.
They happen to the person living. To the person seeing.
He felt his soul leaving him. But it wasn’t a pleasant tug at the warm, tender hands of mercy, but a bloodcurdling yank at the cold, calloused claws of grief. Of hatred.
The memories that flooded his vision were not his, but theirs. All the coy smiles he’d shoot at him. All the playful punches they’d throw at each other. All the stolen kisses in the corridors.
It happened so slowly, he almost didn’t see it. The snaking of a fur-covered, purple arm behind him. The faint clang as the discarded spear was picked up. The sickening squelch as the weapon pierced through flesh and blood.
The deafening thud as metal armor clanged against the cobblestone.
Lance was dead before he hit the ground.
It happened so slowly, Keith almost didn’t see it.
The weak, apologetic, chivalrous grin with blood-stained teeth and dim eyes.
Reaction to Your EX Telling Them to Break Up With You. . .
@littledevilgilraen-blogsaid: can you do a got7 reaction to your ex telling them to breack up with you like you did for exo and bts? thank in advance ♡
Reaction to Your EX Telling Them to Break Up With You…
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A/N of course, no problem. thank you all for the kind requests and sweet feedback. honestly i didn’t think this blog would become much, or that my writing is something to read and enjoy. but you guys are here and enjoying, so thank you so much! you guys really make this blog all the more better and have so much more meaning to it than when i first started ♡
Kai Eonni ~
The moment the words “Break up with Y/N.” came out of your ex’s mouth, Jeabum had heard enough. He’d have to really hold himself back and control his temper. He didn’t want to start something and cause trouble for you by getting you involved which he knows would happen if he were to act on his desire to punch the moron in the throat. The phrase repeating in his head to ‘protect Y/N’ would be what’s holding him back. Jaebum would reply with a short and to the point response so he could quickly get out of there before his control over his temper snapped. Later when you guys meet up, Jaebum would still be tense from the run-in with your ex, but he wouldn’t let it out on you. He wouldn’t tell you either, knowing that your ex was in your past and he wouldn’t want to stress you out by making something small into a big deal.
At first when your ex suggests such a thing, Jackson would genuinely ask, “What did you say?” thinking he misheard your ex. However, when your ex replies with a snarky remark like “You heard me.” Jackson’s aura would change completely. Jackson would become really offended with your ex thinking that Jackson would even entertain the idea. You’re so precious to Jackson, and honestly, he’d think your ex is a dick, so there would be no way that Jackson would allow you to go back to your ex. He’d become aggressive, though not physically, and would tell your ex off with absolutely no mercy. He’d be another that wouldn’t tell he had seen your ex, wanting you to have nothing to do with anymore. Though he’d be much more clingy and affectionate with you, and you’d know that something was up. If you ask him what happened and continued to ask until you get the truth, he’d tell you, but you’d have to really beg him to tell you. If you don’t ask, he’d let it go and wouldn’t tell.
This would bring the most extra side of Jinyoung people have yet to see. He’d honestly snicker at idea. The fact that your ex had the audacity to suggest something like this would just be so entertaining to Jinyoung. He’d take this lightly, not finding your ex the least bit threatening. He’d think of it as, if your ex were to do something, then that would just get you pissed at him and not Jinyoung, so either way Jinyoung wins. Jinyoung also knows that, despite not being physically threatening, he has six other members that would not hesitate to fight anyone that tried to mess with him. He’d be one to tell you about what happened. Just because he had found it funny and would want to share the amusing afternoon he had had and not because he wants you to do anything about it. The last thing he would want is you to become stressed over it.
Mark would actually get really pissed off about this. It’s disrespectful to both him and you. He’d see it as, your ex had a chance and blew it and should now leave you alone to move on and live your life. He’d say very little to your ex, mainly because he’d find it a waste of time, believing he shouldn’t waste his words on people like your ex because they don’t listen. He’d be in a bad mood when he meets up with you, but wouldn’t take it out on you, but would need to find comfort from you, becoming clingy and affectionate.
He wouldn’t know what to say. He wouldn’t want to cause a fight, knowing that would just trouble you and therefore, he’d just politely nod in acknowledgement – not in agreement. This would be really uncomfortable for him, and he’d want to get out of this situation as soon as possible. He’d first rant to his members about what happened before speaking to you, needing to find comfort in his members first. Later, when he sees you, he’d cautiously bring it up, not wanting to upset you, but not wanting to keep things from you either. He’d quickly tell you that he’s okay and he knows it’s not your fault, not wanting you to mistake his honesty for blaming you.
This would be your ex’s worst mistake. BamBam talks a lot and has quick wit, so once your ex says what he wants, BamBam is unleashing all holly-hell on your ex – holding nothing back. To be getting insults from someone as cute and good looking would put anyone’s self-esteem down, like really down, like down low to the point of no return. BamBam wouldn’t feel threatened by your ex though. BamBam just really dislikes people like this, and so, he’d want to put your ex in his place so he doesn’t make the same mistake and bother someone else in the future. Later, BamBam would not be able to wait to tell you the events and would call you about a minute later. He’d go on and on about what happened, starting from the very beginning before he ran into your ex right up to the point when he made the phone call to tell you. He’d feel really proud that he was able to defend himself and ‘protect’ you, asking for your thoughts, “You have to admit, those were some pretty good insults huh? I’m such a good boyfriend defending my girlfriend.” He wouldn’t let you hang up until you confirm that yes, yes he is a good boyfriend.
Again, he would be polite about it, even though he was offended and more than just a little pissed at your ex suggesting such a thing. Yugyeom would first want to try and deal with this like civilized people, talking it through. Though if your ex was getting more aggressive, then he’d try and get out of there immediately, not wanting to cause a problem, thinking of all the trouble it would bring you. If his members were there, he’d call Jaebum and Jinyoung over to help him diffuse the situation. When he sees you, he’d rely on you and talk it out with you, needing to reflect and get all his confusion and frustration out with your help. He’d want physical contact afterwards too, to help him calm down, the soothing feeling of you against him being something that comforts him immediately.
do you mean they have stopped?” Deeter asked after hearing the
latest update from their commander Hopoln.
seems the Human advance on all fronts has ground to a halt, we are
not sure why” Hopoln said rather annoyed that he had to be the one
to tell them as it was demanded of him but it took his attention away
from other matters.
now is the time to attack and drive them from our world once and for
all!” Seewol shouted getting to his feet.
me High Chiefs but attack with what?”
chiefs looked down at him confused as if he had asked what colour the
our armies what else?”
most experienced warriors were lost when Geeda fell, I have had to
evacuate all the surrounding towns and those in the path of their
advance and call for the militia. Potellan, our capital is the most
heavily defended city on the planet and WHEN the Humans come here I
will have a better chance of defeating them. Out in the open? No,
they are too manoeuvrable especially now with the Gal at their side.
But behind our walls that dwarf those of Geeda? Yes, I believe I can
halt them here, like water against a rock they will crash against our
walls and break”
this the voice of cowardice I hear? Rather to fight behind a wall
where you are safer than fight in the field” Peepel said grinning
and the guard moved a step closer to Hopoln.
are confusing cowardice with caution and strategy, but as is your
right and if you truly believe me a coward. Kill me and take command
yourself and lead the army from our walls and face the Humans in open
battle, I am sure the warriors would take heart from seeing their
High Chiefs set and example of such courage”
other two Chiefs looked at Peepel who looked around and remained
silent for a time before finally finding his voice. “You are the
commander of the army, and we trust your decision and counsel”
you High Chiefs for the honour you bestow upon me” Hopoln said
of the news of a disease running through the Human camps?” asked
speculation and hear say, we have no evidence of this and what news
we have is contradictory. It is not a reliable source of information
to act upon”
well” he replied not to convinced though.
is the status of Karamora’s activation?” Seewol asked.
it has slumbered for so long and it’s awakening is proving difficult,
but it is awakening but we should not put our hopes on such a god. I
still believe I can defeat the Humans without it”
fear Karamora will accomplish what you can not?”
fear what Karamora is, as any rational Benamarian should”
Deeter shouted “The god of war has not yet awakened, Hopoln still
has time to appease it, now go and continue your work”
was a grand city and the largest on Bento Prime, the jewel of the
Benemar it’s buildings were artistically constructed even if many had
fallen into disrepair, the streets were intricately woven together so
that no road ever ended but connected to another. This meant if one
was not familiar with the city it was easy to get lost. The High
Chiefs palace was a massive pyramid that towered over the other
buildings, it also doubled as the Alliance’s embassy and offices on
the planet. They had fled the moment the Humans arrived giving
promises of reinforcements but he held no hope that they would ever
arrive. Hopoln knew that it was likely that other Human fleets were
entering Alliance space, they had not taken kindly to the betrayal
the Alliance and the Elong had done to them. Hopoln had voiced his
objection to invading the Humans home world, especially since they
only had the knowledge of it’s location for a week before the
invasion fleet left. For his unpatriotic speech he was demoted but
subsequently reinstated when the invasion went sour. He had no love
for the Humans but he did respect them, in war they knew what they
were doing and how to use an enemies advantage against them. He had
studied the fall of Geeda for countless hours, the satellite images
and recordings smuggled out and the com recordings of the
conversations. The Humans had expertly brought a great city down in a
few hours but it must have been in the works long before they made
planet fall. In some ways they were doing the same to Potellan. The
city was flooded with those fleeing the war and seeking safe haven
which will stretch the city’s resources. He watched them from the
High Chiefs pyramid, a long column stretching to the horizon,
farmers, scavengers, merchants, breeders, elderly and many more from
all walks of life but none of what he wanted. Warriors. He had put
any who could carry a rifle into service and was still in the middle
of training them.
was slow as they had never fired a rifle before and Benemar rifles
are bulky and have a huge kick to them when fired, some were knocked
over when shooting their rifle for the first time. But, they were
still there to defend their homes and one man defending his home is
stronger than ten invaders. Besides, he had the walls too, these were
not like the walls of Geeda, these were three times higher and twice
as thick. They had cannons mounted on them that were usually mounted
on starships and with this arsenal and a desperate army he was
confident he could break the Humans here. But the worst part of it
all, he had to wait for the enemy to come to him. They had the
initiative and could depict the flow and pace of this war, that was
an advantage he needed to take away.
sat on a bench staring into space, she had not eaten in nearly two
days as what little she could carry when fleeing home had either been
stolen by others or she had had to eat herself. She thought of her
son Creten and her husband Malthos. She had already lost three
children and Malthos was determined to make sure she lost her last
one, she never scorned him the way his father did in fact she had
found delight in the fact he was so different from his siblings.
Preferring to disappear and look for new plants or creatures while
his bothers and sister practised their shooting and bladework. But
now, like them he was gone and so was her husband, he may have been
hard but he was loving in his own way she wept at the thought of how
he might have died. These Humans, these monsters that were ravaging
their world had come and taken everything from her and she hated
them, loathed them, cursed them. Then someone got her attention, a
merchant mentioned the town of Mela, her town.
me” she said grabbing his arm “What did you say about the town of
that place, it’s gone, burned to the ground I saw on my way here from
Geeda, where the survivors were taken”
I hear most of that town are in Geeda now, there is a little one
there causing a bit of mess by talking about peace and understanding
with the Humans”
eyes lit up “Was he small with short hair and no tusks and with a
scar across his left brow?”
Merchant looked at her confused “I didn’t get a good look at him
but he was small and had no tusks”
she screamed “Take me to Geeda, NOW!”
Merchant was taken back by her sudden request and held his hands up
“I am not going back for another three days while I restock and
return to trade, and besides, can you pay me to take you there?”
froze and released him, she ahd nothing, no money and nothing to
trade…except. She pulled him close and whispered in his ear and the
merchants eyes lit up with desire.
accept your payment”
was about half way through his metamorphosis as it was being called,
he had refused to rest which would make it go faster but as he said
he had too much to do so as a side effect he was at a point between
Human and what was next. He ached and was still getting used to the
extra joint growing in his leg, the tail was a bit annoying as well
as he kept sitting on it and it was very sensitive so it hurt.
all that was forgotten for when his connection to the Link
intensified he heard a conversation between the Conduit and the
Nerve. What he heard shocked him.
Conduit sat opposite him in his office tent neither saying anything.
you say that again please” he asked.
Conduit seemed uneasy speaking about this, or maybe it was not sure
were never meant to take the form that you see before you now, we
were originally designed to be a biological weapon. Microscopic in
size, the physical form was not supposed to be available to us but we
evolved and overcame, but at a price. We are dying, we can no longer
produce new spawn”
sat in shock, he didn’t want to believe this “Is there a way to
reverse this, can we help at all?”
already have” the Conduit said and even though it had no true face
Jenkins sensed it smile.
we used the last of our spawning capabilities to produce as many of
them as possible to give to you, the Gal as you know will go extinct
but our genetic material and legacy will live on in you. Right now
your president is being told this too and soon through the Link
everyone shall know”
sat back in his chair, it had had a part of the back taken out so his
tail could fit comfortably through and the chair was higher as his
legs were now longer. He held his head with one hand watching the
been planning this since the beginning haven’t you?”
Conduit could not hide his surprise that Jenkins figured that out.
did occur to us during our first contact that we may be as Humans
say, cut form the same cloth, we knew of our impending end even then
and were searching for way to continue. Finding you we saw ourselves
for what we could have been and this plan was formulated as a
possibility. When peace came to our races we began putting it into
didn’t you tell us?” Jenkins asked.
were scared, we were afraid you would refuse or even kill us and wipe
us out and our work to liberate those oppressed under the Alliance
would go unfinished” the Conduit said feeling an emotion it could
not understand, if it had eyes it would have cried.
Gal” Jenkins said getting up and embracing the Conduit “You have
nothing to fear form us, we accept you and are thankful for these
gifts you have given us. I admit these new bodies take some getting
use to but Humans are very adaptable. You are us and we are you,
knowing that how could we ever hate you?”
Nerve heard this and this conversation was heard by every remaining
Gal and even the Humans heard it, the Gal’s secret as they thought
was in fact, their hope and the Humans cried and laughed and embraced
the Gal thanking them and saying how happy they were to have met
them. Such a scene would have been thought impossible years ago when
these two races met on the battle field intent on killing each other.
Now they were family and they were sad for one was dying, but they
would live on, inside Humanity. Or as they were now calling
themselves, The Celestrians.
explained, a sin-eater is someone who consumes a ritual meal to magically
take on the sins of another person, thus absolving the person and saving their
has another name for this person: Jesus Christ.
The son of God who died for our sins. The concept that superheroes are
Christ like figures is nothing new, and is certainly one I’ve written about
before. However, “The Sin- Eater” is as close as Arrow has ever come to a
literal comparison. Oliver Queen has a
history of taking others’ sins upon himself. Essentially, blaming himself for
their wrongs. As if somehow taking responsibility for them will save them.
died for our sins, if that action of selfless love is our salvation, then why
do we ever need to be held accountable for our sins? Aren’t we already
that’s just not the way it works. There is nothing we can ever do that will
stop God from loving us, but that does not prevent us from seeking His mercy.
Yes, Christ died for our sins, but we must be held accountable for those sins.
We have to seek forgiveness. We have to desire salvation in order to truly
achieve it. The door to God is always open. There’s nothing we can ever do to
close it, but we still must make the choice
to walk through it.
Oliver Queen really saving anyone by being a sin-eater? Or maybe the better
question is… is Oliver even worthy of
So it turns out Darren Wilson admitted that he grabbed Mike Brown without provocation, cursed and yelled at him and shot at him as he ran away. He's also admitted that Mike Brown never, ever went for his gun. I think we can expect an apology from the 'two sides to every story crowd', right? I mean, they were simply waiting for the evidence to come to light before rendering judgment, right? They weren't just racists defending a white police officer because his victim was a black teenager, right?
Yeah, weird how that racist murderer’s obvious lies needed “more investigation” and yet now the racists who defended him are mysteriously quiet.
request: the reader is a vigilante by herself before she finds out her father is Bruce Wayne and then when she does he takes her in but she’s very distant because she feels unwelcomed by the family especially Jason she then gets hurt and Jason admits his feelings for her.
A/n: I deleted this a while ago and I just saw so I'm posting it again!
note: requested by the lovely, @athreeyeardelayedarmy! I’m a huge potterhead so this request was fun to write haha! i hope you enjoy this one, my dear! happy reading and take care -admin
You were seated in the pitch, watching the Quidditch match between your house, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. You watched as the brooms flied past you with a whoosh of wind blowing your hair to the side. Slytherin was winning and you were hoping that one of the seekers could catch the Golden Snitch to end the game so you could go back to your studies. And Slytherin’s seeker was on it.
Everyone knew who he was because of his reputation. He was the top in all of his classes, Slytherin’s best player on the Quidditch team and, known of his handsome looks. Throughout his first year and second year at Hogwarts, everyone knew him as Junior. Now, he has made himself clear that his name was Jinyoung. Your friends called him Prince Jinyoung because of how he was treated in class and in the hallways. Just the presence of him would make girls turn their heads just to look at his shining figure. You, on the other hand, ignored his attention to focus on your studies.
“Jinyoung’s going in for the Snitch!” You heard through the speakers. Gripping the Ravenclaw flag in hand, you watched as Jinyoung dived down with his bromm, his arm fully stretched and the Snitch right in front of him. Soon, the crowd next to you screamed their heads off, jumping up and down meaning that Slytherin had won the game. Your friends next to you let out a disappointed sigh you started to file out of the pitch.
Please please please don’t let Lance’s character arc end with him getting some backhanded compliments from his team before they go back to treating him like a deadweight manchild. For the love of God, don’t let Lance’s insecurities be resolved with Lance happily accepting the fact that he’s the most useless member of the team (and let’s face it. As of right now. He DOESNT have anything special about him aside from his obnoxious personality (and before all the fangirls with a variation of ‘Klance’ in their url come into my inbox screaming about how much they love their smexy Cuban cinnamon roll (or whatever creepy ass borderline racially fetishistic term you call him), please realize that within the show, the only time the team acknowledges him is when he’s critically injured (and even then, they were more interested in the fucking clock) or they’re rolling his eyes at his narcissistic bullshit))
You're amazing. I've literally set up my notifications so that is get notified when you post! I just love reading your imagines. If you have the time, I know you must be really busy but can you do one in which Betty gets hit because she was involved in a fight or something and Jughead gets really, really mad? And then he takes care of her bruise or something? It'll be really cute especially because you write so well and stay true to the characters :)
Thankyou for giving me such amazing prompts, I wouldn’t be able to write at all if it wasn’t for you guys!
Everyone knew Jughead didn’t work out, he didn’t exercise, there was never any leisurely jogging going on in his life.
So too see him sprinting down the halls of riverdale, faster than the most successful cross country star, was a surprise to say the least.
Veronica lodge was hot on his tail, looking pissed off and absolutely lethal.
Jughead couldn’t think, he could hardly even see straight, his brain just a flurry of thoughts.
Ronnie had burst into the blue and gold office, explaining Betty had gotten hurt, she was bleeding, he didn’t hesitate before he was out the door and running to the girls locker room.
He vaguely heard Veronica behind him
“She was just being Betty, defending someone else, and this jock from central high just reared back and punched her in the face. His buddies took him away, but I think they’re still hanging on riverdale grounds.”
Finally reaching the locker room doors, he slammed them open, eyes scanning before landing on the beautiful blonde who had a tissue held to her face by Cheryl blossom, as Kevin filled up an ice pack. Hey eyes caught his instantly and she gently pushed Cheryl’s hand away, nose red and a little bloody.
“Jughead. I’m okay. I promise, I’m okay.”
She knew him too well, she knew he was about to fly off the handle.
He was by her side now, taking the ice pack from Kevin with a nod and placing it on her swelling cheek.
“What happened?” He said softly
Almost instantly, the tears she had been holding back began to well up in her eyes
“I was just leaving cheerleading practice when I noticed the central high jerks were hanging out by our bleachers, and they were surrounding dilton Doiley. I couldn’t just let them bully him around like that, so I went and asked them to leave him alone and they turned on me. Trying to grab me and touch me, so I kicked one of them in the knee. He got so angry he just punched me in the face.” She sniffled
Jughead pushed a strand of honey blonde hair away from her watery eyes, removing the ice pack for a second so he could cup her cheeks gently.
Suddenly Kevin was on the other side of Betty
“What she forgot to mention was that she pretty much attacked the guy after he hit her. That guy is gonna be nursing a pretty bad black eye, to say the least.”
She giggled slightly, leaning against Jughead as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
Jughead laughed “they should know never to mess with Betty Cooper when she’s on a rampage.”
She looked up at him smiling.
“And don’t forget it.”
He smiled brushing his hand against her swollen cheek “if they’re still out there, you know I have to do something, I can’t let them get away with hurting you. No matter how much damage you may have done, it’s nothing compared to what I’ll do.”
She nodded, smiling softly
“I know, I know. Defending my honor and all that.” She rolled her eyes teasingly.
He smirked, puffing his chest out
“Damn right defending your honor!”
She giggled, rolling her eyes before he shifted the both of them completely forgetting about the other people in the locker room
“I was scared. Ronnie told me you were hurt, you got into a fight with some guys. I didn’t know what to think. I don’t ever wanna feel that way again. The thought of you being knocked out somewhere, surrounded by those dicks.” He shuddered
Betty placed a hand to his cheek
“I’m okay juggie. I’m sorry.”
He sighed, closing his eyes.
“Just.. next time you wanna save the world, come and get me. I can be the robin to your Batman. I just wanna be there okay?” He smiled nervously
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.
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 NOTcontinue 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.
“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.
“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.