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.
607 words | [PG-13]
Carolina and Tex get left behind after a mission gone wrong.
Three 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]Clarke leaned away to see his face better. “So we’re going with Hope if it’s a girl then?” she said with a smirk.
Bellamy winced. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?” Clarke laughed, snuggling back against his side. Bellamy kissed her again. “I’m telling you Aurora Hope sounds better”
“Mmm,” Clarke hummed, taking a sip of her drink. “I like Hope Abigail.”
Bellamy tossed his head back with a dramatic sigh. “You’re impossible.”
“I’m the princess,” she murmured into her cup.
They sat in silence as the sun disappeared below the horizon. It rarely got truly dark on New Earth. There was almost always one sun shining, but Bellamy liked the perpetual twilight feeling after the closer sun set.
“What if it’s a boy?” Clarke asked after a while. “We haven’t discussed boy names at all.”
“That’s because it’s going to be a girl.”
Clarke snorted. “You cannot will this baby to be a girl.”
“More like I’d never be lucky enough to get a boy. I’m destined to be surrounded by women that drive me crazy.”
“Oh, you love us, and you know it.”
“Debatable,” he grumbled, but he couldn’t stop the grin on his face. “You know, if it is a boy, I’m going to have to add another room to the cabin. And you remember what that was like.”
Clarke sighed into his shoulder which sounded more like smothered laughter. Bellamy closed his eyes and kicked off with his foot, setting the swing in motion again. The cool breeze fluttered his hair while Clarke’s soft breaths warmed his skin.
He had a million things to do, but right now none of it mattered. The only important thing on his mind was Clarke, a baby, and the green grass stretching all the way to town. It was perfect.
The breeze fluttered the tall grass, tickling Octavia’s palms as she skimmed her hand over the tops. Next to her, Jordan and Madi chattered enthusiastically about the deer-like creature they’d seen in the woods while hunting. Jordan tended to talk more with his hands, forcing Octavia to duck when he got overexcited. She decided to consider it training.
“It was so majestic,” Jordan said for the tenth time.
“It’s food,” Octavia interrupted before he got carried away again.
“We can’t kill it!” Jordan’s voice raised about two octaves. “It’s peaceful and-”
“Food is food,” she stated. He needed to learn that lesson. A sick feeling settled in her stomach. It was different here, she reminded herself. They had an entire planet to themselves—one overflowing with animals and vegetation. The edible kind. She swallowed the bile surging up her throat. “But as long as the little critters keep us full, we won’t need to hunt the deer.”
“But the critters are cute, too,” Madi mumbled.
“I like the rabbit-ferret things,” added Jordan.
Madi laughed. “Fabbits!”
Octavia rolled her eyes. A lecture sat on the tip of her tongue. Madi, of all people, should understand hunting was a necessity no matter how adorable the fabbits were. They would keep them fed through winter.
In the distance, she could see the cabin—the sky beyond a brilliant orange as the sun set. A small smile twisted her lips. She helped build that. It felt good to put down her weapons for tools. Exceptionally good. Powerful. Lincoln would have loved it, she thought. Would have loved this entire place. Surprisingly, thinking of Lincoln didn’t quite hurt so much anymore. As long as she focused on the good times.
“What do you think?” Jordan asked, tapping Octavia’s arm.
“Huh?” She shook out of her memories, having no idea what the two of them were talking about.
“Piggyback rides.”
“What?”
“I’m almost sixteen,” Madi said. “I am too old for piggyback rides. Right, Octavia?”
Octavia looked between the grumpy Madi and glowing Jordan then smiled. “You are never too old for piggyback rides, Madi.” With that, she tossed the string of fabbits at Madi and hopped onto Jordan’s back, nearly knocking him over.
His laugh rumbled in his chest and through her body. “Race you,” he shouted at Madi then took off.
Octavia held on for her life, laughing like a maniac. She hadn’t felt this free in... ever. She’d never been free. Madi quickly passed them on the downhill, the fabbits smacking her back with each step. She waited at the well for Jordan to catch up. Octavia hopped down, still laughing. “Come on, let’s go make dinner,” she said, taking their hunting spoils from Madi.
As they rounded the house, still panting and giggling, they came to a stop. Jordan blushed bright red. Madi giggled. Octavia just smiled as Bellamy and Clarke shared a less-than-kid-friendly kiss on the front porch. She gave them a good fifteen seconds before she cleared her throat. “Ugh. If you guys are going to do that out in the open, I’m going to move in with Jordan in town.”
She stomped up the stairs but shot Bellamy a grin that he returned, warming Octavia inside and out. Things were so different now—they were no longer living to survive, starving, scared of being discovered. Yet some things were the same, and it felt good. It felt perfect.
fanfic50: mind.“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]“Think?” she said with a knowing smirk.
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. To think about other stuff. Not work stuff. Unlike you who can’t stop thinking about work stuff. You need to relax once in a while, Clarke. You know that, right?”
They both stared quietly for a long time before Clarke let out a soft sigh. “I’m not sure I even know how to do that anymore. The last few years have been… I mean going all the way back to my dad and the Skybox. War after war and years of-” This time her sigh sounded exhausted. “I can’t relax—I have to keep everyone alive. Always.”
Bellamy slid his arm across her shoulders, encouraging her closer. It’d been a long time since he touched her freely and without hesitation. She melted against him, her head on his shoulder. “You aren’t alone anymore. If you’d just let us take some of the weight.”
Tears sprung into Clarke’s eyes. “I don’t think I know how to do that either.”
“We’ll figure it out.” Bellamy squeezed her tighter and rested his chin on her head. “Together.”
Clarke sucked in a sharp breath. “Really?” she whispered. She’d give anything to get back to that time when they worked together—when they had each other’s backs.
He didn’t say anything, just hugged her. They watched the second sun rise over the mountains in the distance setting the sky on fire. “What are you thinking about?” Clarke asked.
“I’m thinking about how I’m gonna spend the day at the lake.” He lifted her chin with two fingers and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “With you. We’re going to relax and not think about work for an entire day.”
“But I can’t. I have to-”
“Let someone else worry about it, Clarke. The lake is calling our name; can’t you hear it?” He leaned close to her ear, voice husky. “Clarke, we’re waiting for you. The water is so nice. Wouldn’t you like to come swimming? Come on—you know you want to. We’re waiting.”
Clarke shoved Bellamy playfully. “All right, all right.”
Bellamy grinned and hopped up, pulling Clarke to her feet.
“But only because the lake asked so nicely.”
Bellamy laughed—the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Whatever gets you moving, princess.”
Clarke watched Bellamy with Echo from across the room. There was an ease and familiarity to their touch. One she’d never had with him. One she never would. She looked away, vision blurring with unshed tears. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Never in the six years she talked endlessly to a silent radio did she consider he’d find someone else. Why Echo?
“You okay?” Madi asked, sitting down beside her.
Clarke wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. “Yeah, sure. I’m fine.”
Madi glanced over at the happy couple. “I don’t believe you.”
“You never believe me.”
“That’s because you’re never fine.” She glanced back again. “You should tell him. About the radio.”
“No.” Clarke jumped up and slipped out the back door of the church, Madi on her heels.
“Clarke, he should know.”
“Why? What’s the point? It’ll just make things more awkward between us.” The words rushed out as panic crushed her chest.
“But you’re in love with him”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Madi shook her head. “It might to him. You won’t know unless you try.”
“No. You don’t get it. You’re too young. It’s over. I had my chance and took it for granted and now-” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “It’s over.”
The door opened and shut. “You should talk to him.”
Clarke’s heart nearly stopped as Echo came down the stairs. “But-”
“Really, Clarke.” Echo ducked her head then walked away. What did that mean?
“Now’s your chance,” Madi said. “Don’t blow it again.”
Clarke stared hard at the door, willing her feet forward, but she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t face him yet—her heart hurt too much. But maybe… She glanced over her shoulder as Echo disappeared into the trees. Maybe there was hope. Just a little.
Beginning of Again
Eight-year-old Gil Holzfäller has made a few mistakes in his short, miserable life but none as far-reaching as getting his best friend expelled from his life.
1021 words | [G]
Hope for the Future
Four years after they lost everything, Bellamy and Murphy have a quiet moment to remember and find hope for a future that may never happen. Canon-divergent from the end of season 4. A little glimpse of what life might have been like on the ring.
470 words | PG
Unfair Advantage
Watching Carolina spar on any day could leave a man breathless, speechless, and probably a little brain dead from the blood rushing out of his head to other parts of his body. But watching Carolina spar against Wyoming sans armor. That’s something else entirely.
798 words | R
