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The 100 fanfic: Heaven Can’t Wait

heavencantwaitThe 100 | [PG-13]
Canon divergent. With the Apocalypse banging at their door, the Arkadians and what’s left of Trikru take refuge in the remains of Alpha Station and hope for the best.

Over 500 souls crammed into a tin can, but there’s only one that has Bellamy wrapped around her little fingers. Written for Camp NaNo: heaven.


Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Can’t Save Everyone
Chapter 2 – One Live Saved Is One Life Saved
Chapter 3 – Not Alone Anymore
Chapter 4 – Don’t Get Attached
Chapter 5 – Finally Got Something Right
Chapter 6 – A Little Sidetracked
Chapter 7 – I Think She Likes You
Chapter 8 – Baby Whisperer
Chapter 9 – In Too Deep
Chapter 10 – Can We Keep Her?

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The 100 fic: Weather the Storm With You

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1828 words | [PG]
Bellamy gets more than he bargained for during a hail storm. Like a wet, angry, sobbing Clarke in his tent. Started for Camp NaNo 2017: inside.


The rain came out of nowhere—the kind that drowns out all other sound and pulverizes the ground into a muddy mess in seconds. And to think, Bellamy used to like the rain. Thought it was magical and refreshing that first night on the ground. Now he just feels wet. He throws open the flap to his tent, grumbling about rain and mud and anything else he can think to curse.

They’ve been on the ground less than two weeks and have already endured a hurricane and countless other storms. He’s tired of being cold and wet all of the time. His jacket catches on his arms when he tries to take it off. He slams it onto the ground in frustration when he finally gets unstuck then runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes with a sigh. He really, really hates being wet.

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Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

It was one of those nights again. Wash’s screams echoing through the halls. They don’t talk about it because what’s there to say? They all have nightmares—flashbacks to the horrors of their past lives. Just Wash has more than one life to account for in his head. That means three times the number of sleepless nights.

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 23

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Chapter Twenty-Three – Last Chance to be Happy

The earlier crying wears Heaven out, and eventually, she goes slack against Bellamy’s chest. Trying to get comfortable is difficult with thirty pounds lying across his bruised ribs, but he manages as best he can. His hand smooths down her hair like he did that first night. She moans, reaching out for him but doesn’t wake so he slides her higher until her fingers twist in his hair and she lets out a sigh.

The infirmary is quiet. That should be a good thing—no new catastrophes today—but it’s leaving Bellamy with nothing to do besides think. And remember. That’s always dangerous.

He’s lost track of how many people he’s directly and indirectly killed. Hundreds at a time by misguided decisions. Dozens by his own hand. He shivers, remembering the first. Read more…

Red vs Blue fic: Burnt Toast

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Wash/Carolina | 1013 words | [PG]
Two years ago, they shut down Project Freelancer for good, saved the people of Chorus from mutual annihilation, and stopped Hargrove from destroying more lives. Now Carolina and Wash have to figure out how to live with everything that happened and each other. 


The sun slants through the kitchen window of Blue base at just the right angle to reflect off the stainless steel counters, brightening the dull gray space. Carolina leans against the sink, sipping coffee, watching the dust moats float in the strip of light as it moves slowly across the room, her coffee getting cold along the way.

“Hey, Boss,” Wash mumbles as he enters, stumbling towards the coffee maker. He’s still in his pajamas—plaid flannel pants and faded t-shirt—hair plastered to his face. He practically moans at the first taste of his coffee.

“You’re up early,” Carolina finally says. Her coffee is completely cold now, but she drinks it anyway.

Wash shrugs, hopping onto the counter across from her. “Just thought I’d watch the sunrise. Get a jump on the day. You know.”

Carolina knows. The whole base knows. Probably the entire moon. It was one of those nights again. Wash’s screams echoing through the halls. They don’t talk about it because what’s there to say? They all have nightmares—flashbacks to the horrors of their past lives. Just Wash has more than one life to account for in his head. That means three times the number of sleepless nights. He looks awful, bloodshot eyes staring blankly at the floor. Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 22

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Chapter Twenty-Two – We’ve Been Looking All Over For You

Bellamy hears a keening noise in the distance before they turn the last corner to Medbay. His heart catches when he realizes what the sound is, and he picks up his pace without waiting for Kane. He’s nearly to the door when Jackson rushes out.

“There you are,” he says with a relieved sigh. “We’ve been looking all over for you.”

He follows the doctor inside, heart racing. Abby is pacing back and forth across the room with Heaven in her arms. The little girl is screaming, back arched, face red and tear-stained.

“Found him,” Jackson shouts over the crying.

“What’s going on?” Bellamy asks although it’s pretty obvious.

And just like that, the screaming stops. Heaven’s head snaps around. She squirms until Abby puts her down then she runs, bare feet slapping against the cold deck, right into Bellamy’s arms. She buries her face in his neck and starts bawling. Read more…

Red vs Blue fic: Shut Up and Dance

rvb_shutupanddance1684 words | [PG]
A mission without armor and weapons? Instead, there’s black ties and gowns. Schmoozing and dancing. Sounds like Carolina’s worst nightmare. Specifically, the dancing part. York, though, is loving every bit of it. Especially, the dancing part.


Carolina studied the invitation in her hands. It was clear plastic with holographic ink that shimmered when the light hit it just right.

~*~

Verdidad Museum of Human Culture

100th Grand Gala

~*~

Their next mission. Words spun in her head. Museum. Gala. Black tie. Ball. No armor. Dancing. She didn’t like any of them. Some less than others.

York caught up with her in the hall. “Hey, you were awfully quiet in there. Everything okay?”

“Huh?”

He laughed. “I’ve never seen you zone out in a briefing before.”

She frowned at him. “I wasn’t zoning out. I was thinking.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” When she didn’t respond, he tapped her arm. “Come on—something’s on your mind. You can tell me.”

“This mission doesn’t-” She considered her words before finishing. “I don’t know, rub you the wrong way? Fancy gala. No armor. We’ll be vulnerable.”

“Oh, come on, Carolina, it’ll be fun. We get to dress up, and look, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Chamberlain.” He waggled his eyebrows—a goofy smile on his face. Read more…

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From a Buffy fic for the prompt: she still misses her mother every day

One month later, she could feel again. Whatever that was worth because they weren’t feelings she wanted.

After a year, Buffy grew frustrated. The weight still pressed tightly on her chest. She still cried into her pillow at night. Still caught herself talking to ghosts.

Today is Mother’s Day. It’s my 18th year as a mother. It’s my 18th one without my mom. Eighteen years and I still think about her every single day. It’s no longer overwhelmingly sad, though. It just is. And yet, I still get this urge to call my mom when one of the kids does something especially memorable. It’s a letdown every time I remember I can’t.

Sometimes I still cry in my pillow.

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 21

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Chapter Twenty-One – Like a Coward

Somehow Bellamy ends up in the cargo hold. It’s as good a place to hide as any.

Hide like a coward.

He doesn’t remember hitting the wall, but pain screams up his arm. He ignores it, sliding down the wall to sit. He jams the heels of his palms into his eyes until they feel like they might explode. Color blobs pop in his vision when he opens them again.

Coward.

He needs to get a grip, but the sick feeling in his stomach won’t settle. He takes deep breaths, counting to ten before letting each one out like his mom taught Octavia to do when she was scared.

It’s not doing much for him now, though. He bangs his head against the wall as the tears finally fall. He hasn’t let himself cry before. Not over this. He doesn’t get to cry over this. Read more…

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From another Red vs Blue Freelancer story that might get published eventually.

York wasn’t supposed to get nervous. He was supposed to crack jokes and be cocky. Everything about this felt wrong. And right. And she was so damn confused all of a sudden.

“Breathe, Carolina,” he whispered in her ear.

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 20

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Chapter Twenty – The Question of the Day

No one answers Raven. Miller picks up his chair and sits back down next to Bryan. Bellamy scoops Murphy’s spilled food into his discarded bowl with a sigh. Clarke just stares at the table. Her knee isn’t touching his anymore, and it leaves him feeling cold.

Raven keeps looking around the table. “What? What did I miss?”

“We’re going to have to do something about him,” Bellamy finally says, pressing at the sore spot between his eyes.

“Murphy?” says Miller. “I say we jump him out back and steal his lunch money.”

Bellamy sighs. “I mean Jasper. He’s not getting better. And he didn’t want to be in here in the first place. He’s a loose cannon.”

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