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[REPOST] The 100 fic: Us Against Everything

This story is being reposted from 2017 as part of this endeavor. Since it was written in the last few years, it didn’t need any extra editing (yay!), but it’s a story about being cold and fits with my theme for December, so I’m reposting it. Enjoy.

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[Bellamy/Clarke]
Canon divergent. With a brutal winter ahead, Bellamy realizes there might be more than friendship growing between him and Clarke.

1536 words | [PG]


Bellamy gets back to camp late. It’s hard to tell the exact time with it getting dark so early, but he figures it must be after nine. The sun went down long ago, and it’s abysmally cold. He blows into his hands, trying to warm his numb fingers. Two fires are burning, but the space around them is empty of their usual laughing kids.

Sterling and two of the other guys he’s with make a beeline for the fire, practically holding their hands in the flames. The other three high-tail it into the dropship. Raven and Monty are still working to get the heat going, but eighty-something bodies crammed into a tin can keeps them warm enough for now. It’s better than being outside anyway.

It’d taken all day, but they’d finally buried the three they lost last night—Edith, Jerome, and Bennett. Edith was only fourteen and down here for talking back to a teacher. He shakes his head. He still can’t believe what they did to these kids. Sure, some of them were hardened criminals. There were killers and rapists among them, but most of the kids were arrested for petty stuff—shoplifting, fistfights, hoarding. It’s almost as if they knew they needed the bodies to fill the dropship so they arrested the kids for anything. Bastards.

His body aches, but he still goes down the line, checking the tents to make sure everyone has moved inside. As he nears the dropship, he hears something in the darkness. His hand drops instinctively to the hatchet at his waist. He approaches slowly. Someone gasps then goes quiet. Crying. He finds Clarke leaning against the dropship, wiping away the tears with her fingertips as if trying to erase the evidence. He’s not sure what he thinks about that.

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[REPOST] The 100 fic: Always & Forever

This story is being reposted from 2017 as part of this endeavor. Since it was written in the last few years, it didn’t need any extra editing (yay!), but it’s a story about being cold and fits with my theme for December, so I’m reposting it. Enjoy.

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Just a little snapshot of a cold night on the Ark for young Bellamy and Octavia.
680 words | [G]


Bellamy was half asleep when a small hand rocked his shoulder.

“Bell?” Octavia said softly.

“Hmm?” He didn’t bother to open his eyes.

She didn’t say anything.

He counted to ten in his head. He had a test in the morning in physics, and he needed a good grade or he’d be stuck cleaning toilets the rest of his life. “What do you want, Octavia?” he mumbled.

“I’m cold.”

“So?”

She made an exaggerated shiver. He popped one eye open to look at his ten-year-old sister. She wore only her nightgown which was just one of his extra shirts that was way too big on her. Captain Wigglebottom, her stuffed bunny, was tucked tight to her chest. She shifted from foot to foot as if to prove how cold the ground was.

“Bellamy-”

He propped himself up on his arm. “What?”

“It’s cold in here.”

“It is. You should put on some warmer clothes.”

She crossed her arms, pouting. “I only have one outfit and Mom is washing it.”

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Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 37

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Chapter Thirty-Seven – Confused and Conflicted

One of the girls that works in the mess hall passes out candles. Bellamy’s is in a little tin cup. Clarke and Niylah share one which means they’re going to be together after lunch. Probably going back to Clarke’s quarters.

When Clarke reaches for Niylah’s hand, he can’t take it anymore. He knows he’s being a jealous, petty ass, but it’s been a crappy couple of days, and after everything, he can’t watch the two of them together no matter how platonic their relationship might be.

“I’ve got some work to do,” he mumbles as he collects Heaven, Bae, and the scraps of food.

Clarke starts at his sudden movement. Niylah gives him a thoughtful look as usual. Her hand slips from Clarke’s—a lot more naturally than when Bellamy attempted the same thing minutes ago. She knows. Goddamnit, she knows. How does everyone know except Clarke?

Maybe if you quit being an idiot and tell her.

Shut up.

“Bellamy-” Clarke says softly, tearing at his heart. But she doesn’t say anything else so he leaves. Like an idiot. Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 36

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Chapter Thirty-Six – Show a Little Respect

The mess hall is quiet when they get there. It’s in between meals and obvious word’s already traveled. People are in shock and scared. It’s a vivid reminder of why they’re in here. The tension in the room would need a chainsaw to get through it.

Bellamy finds Harper and Monty sitting at a table drinking tea. More like staring into their steaming mugs. He sets Heaven across from them and digs her uneaten apples from his pocket. She immediately gets to feeding Bae. Nobody says anything for a long time.

“Is it as bad as they’re saying?” Harper finally asks.

Bellamy rubs his face. “Seven dead. They were still working on Jaha when I left. It doesn’t look good, though.”

Harper huffs. “Good. If anyone deserves to die, it’s that asshole.”

Monty slams his hand onto the table, getting the attention of just about everyone in the room. “Show a little respect,” he growls. There’s a twinge of danger in his voice Bellamy’s never heard before. “He nearly died fixing the station for you. Risking his life so you can have lights. Not all of them were so lucky.” Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 35

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Chapter Thirty-Five – Knock It Off

The lights begin flickering again as they turn the corner to Medbay. That can’t be good. The infirmary, though, is lit up like the noon-day sun thanks to emergency batteries and backup generators.

Raven rubs her forehead. She’s probably running probabilities and equations in her head, determining how long they have before the station fails completely. Bellamy does not envy her.

“I wish Sinclair was here,” she murmurs. “Someone else I couldn’t save.”

Damn. Bellamy doesn’t know what else to do except wrap an arm around her. “He’d be proud of you.”

She shrugs. “Things wouldn’t be falling apart with him.”

“Sinclair was good, but he wasn’t a miracle worker.”

“Says you.” Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 34

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Chapter Thirty-Four – You Didn’t Have a Choice

“Please help,” a familiar voice rasps. “Help us.” Jaha.

The impotent feeling fuels rampant anxiety. Bellamy doesn’t know what to do with Heaven because he knows this isn’t going to be good. But he can’t not do anything. Like Kane pointed out—this is who he is. He has to help.

He sets Heaven on a crate. “Stay here,” he says firmly. She gets the idea, pulling in her knees, squishing Bae to her chest. Good. She’ll stay. He hopes.

There’s a barrel of water off to the side marked as clean. Probably for the crew to drink while they’re working. Bellamy grabs a bucketful and braces himself.

Six people, including Jaha, sprawl out in various states of duress. It’s worse than anything he expected. Worse than Pendleton. He gags but pushes forward towards the least wounded. The ones that might be saved.

Jaha looks up at him with unseeing eyes. “Help.”

“They’re coming. Here.” He puts the bucket in front of Jaha’s shaking hands. The man cries out when he splashes the water onto his skin but doesn’t stop. Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 33

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Chapter Thirty-Three – Helpless

There’s a bathroom at one end of the mess hall where they stop to clean Heaven up. Bellamy lets her splash in the sink while he wipes down her face and arms. How did she get oatmeal in her ears? Heaven fusses, turning her face away whenever he gets near her, but eventually he manages to get her clean then washes his own hands and face.

“Better, huh?”

She holds her doll up. “Bae?”

She’s about to dunk the doll into the partially filled sink when Bellamy finally understands what she wants. He dips his hand in the water and gently wipes at Bae’s face then dries it with the corner of his shirt. “Now Bae is clean, too.”

Heaven beams and hugs the doll, running for the door. Guess she’s ready to go. But go where? Read more…

The 100 fanfic: Where the Green Grass Grows

100_wherethegreengrassgrowsThree years after settling on New Earth, Bellamy and Octavia finally find themselves at ease with life and looking forward to the future. 
1079 words | [G]


The little cabin sat on a hill surrounded by fields of wild grass and towering trees. It was small—only three rooms with a wide front porch and a vegetable garden out back. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for Bellamy. It was more than he’d ever had in his entire life.

He reclined on the porch swing—his newest addition to the house—swaying lazily while he watched the sun set over the town below. A lot had changed in the last three years, mostly for the good, and they’d finally started to settle down. Started to accept New Earth as home.

The door creaked open. “I made lemonade,” Clarke said. “Or what passes for lemonade. Are those things even lemons if they’re purple?”

Bellamy laughed and accepted the cup of violet sugar water. Clarke eased down next to him, her belly pulling at her ill-fitting clothes. Any day now, they’d be adding a new addition. He kissed the side of her head. “If you want to call them lemons then they’re called lemons.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“You’re the princess so you get to name everything.” Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 32

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Chapter Thirty-Two – Drama Queens

Bellamy’s mind races through everything that was said at the meeting—attacks and curses and Octavia being strangely supportive. He can’t make sense of it all. One fact keeps jumping to the front, waving its arms for attention—“Indra won’t let you keep her.” It’s not that he didn’t already know that, but hearing it said out loud is a punch to the gut.

Despite this ridiculous curse, Indra will find someone to take Heaven. If only to spite Bellamy. What am I going to do then?

Move on with your life like everyone else. It’s not rocket science.

He almost laughs at the voice, but nothing about his life or this situation is funny.

Heaven twists his hair harder as they enter the mess hall. Bellamy trains his eyes on the ground to avoid the curious gazes and gets in line behind two middle-aged women whispering to each other. Every few seconds they glance over their shoulders. He sighs, focusing on his boots like they are the most fascinating thing in the room. Heaven isn’t so laid back.

After the third or fourth sneer at them, Heaven raises her head, glaring hard at the women. They stare back, unblinking.

Who has staring competitions with toddlers? Read more…

The 100 fic: Penny for Your Thoughts

PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS

A year after waking up light years from Earth, Bellamy and Clarke have a quiet moment and make some decisions.
545 words | [G]


“Penny for your thoughts, princess?”

Clarke started, nearly falling from her perch on the irrationally large boulder. Bellamy easily hauled himself up to sit next to her. They stared out into the valley below that the four hundred ten survivors were slowly converting to a real community. A lot had changed in the year since they arrived at New Earth. Clarke glanced at Bellamy, her heart fluttering. And some things hadn’t changed at all.

“I just have a lot on my mind, I guess,” she finally answered.

“When don’t you?”

Clarke ignored his dig. “Raven says she should have the generators repaired by tonight so lights. Diyoza and her gang are clearing the north pasture tomorrow. That Kennedy guy loves his explosions so it shouldn’t take long. My mom said-”

“I didn’t come up here to talk business, Clarke,” Bellamy said softly. “I get enough of that headache down there. I came up here to-” He trailed off. Read more…

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