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The 100 fanfic: Heaven Can't Wait

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Red vs Blue fanfic: Left Behind

607 words | [PG-13]

Carolina and Tex get left behind after a mission gone wrong.

They never come back from their last mission.

North and South. Maine and Wash. Connie and York.

Just gone.

Now the last search team is missing. Florida and Wyoming went out two days ago. They should have been back by now.

Carolina paces the length of the landing bay, biting her nails—a nervous habit she thought she kicked in high school. The rest of the crew is on edge and give her a wide berth, but she hears them murmuring about it. Them. Her. All of it. She wants to scream at them but bites her tongue.

The door to the landing bay flies open, startling her just as the klaxons start blaring, red lights flashing. Tex looks around, spotting her. “They’re coming in hot,” she shouts.

The crew scramble out of the way as a Pelican careens wildly towards the ship. Carolina is frozen in shock until Tex knocks her to the side. The transport hits the deck hard, screeching to a stop, feet from the wall where Carolina had been standing moments earlier.

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The 100 fic: Where the Green Grass Grows

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.”

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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.”


“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.

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The 100 fic: Penny for Your Thoughts

A year after waking up light years from Earth, Bellamy and Clarke have a quiet moment and make some decisions. For fanfic50: mind.
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.

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“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.”

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The 100 fic: Hope is a Four-Letter Word

Hope is a Four-Letter Word
Clarke had Bellamy once upon a time and took it for granted. Now she's paying the price. Or she could listen to Madi (and Echo) and take a chance.
300 words | [PG]

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.

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Girl Genius fic: Beginning of Again

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]

“Where are we going?” Gil asked the Baron. His little legs struggled to keep pace with the giant of a man next to him. His father. The thought baffled and terrified him in equal parts.

The Baron remained silent for several long seconds before finally answering. He sounded tired. “Your new quarters.”

Gil clutched his bag—filled with his few worldly possessions—tighter to his chest and tried to look around without looking like he was looking around. He had no idea where they were, and that said a lot considering how much of Castle Wulfenbach he’d explored over the years. There were few doors in the empty corridor and those weren’t marked in any way. How did the Baron even know where they were going?

They took several more turns leaving Gil to wonder if he was purposefully being led in circles so he’d be lost. He wasn’t sure if that’s something the Baron would do. It was something the other boys in the school would do. It’s how Gil got to be so good at getting around the ship. Necessity is the mother of invention, von Pinn had told him. Or in this case, a good sense of direction.

[read more]“Gilgamesh,” the Baron said sternly, “do keep up.”

Gil jumped at the sound of his voice and hurried to catch up. “Am I being punished?” he asked after a moment.

“No. Why would you say that?”

“Um, because-” Because I have no idea where we are and you might be taking me somewhere to be murdered or kept prisoner. “-we’re really far from the school. We’re not supposed to be over here.”

The Baron actually smiled at him. “That has never stopped you before.”

Gil swallowed hard. How did he know about that? Did Tarvek tell him after Gil was dismissed last night? The thought of Tarvek sent a sharp pain through his chest that settled in his belly like a lead weight. He’s using you, son, don’t you understand that? the Baron had told him. Gil didn’t want to believe it, but it did make some sense. Why would a prince want to be friends with an orphan anyway?

Not an orphan, though.

But Tarvek didn’t know that. Did he?

They slowed to a stop in front of one of the many unmarked doors. “Here. These will be your new quarters,” said the Baron. He opened the door and gestured for Gil to enter. “I believe they will be more than adequate for your needs.”

Gil peeked inside. No cages or torture devices to be seen. Just a large bedroom with the biggest bed Gil had ever seen, a sitting area, private bath, and what looked like a laboratory through another doorway. Gil took a tentative step into the room to see one wall lined with bookshelves and an actual window with a cushioned seat below it. They were on the outer edge of the ship. Those rooms were reserved for officers and guests. Important people.

Gil was so confused he didn’t even know which questions to ask first. The Baron simply watched him from the door like he was some kind of experiment to observe. Maybe he was.

“Is this to your satisfaction, son.”

Gil winced but covered quickly. “It’s very nice, sir. But what about school. I don’t even know how to get back-”

“From now on, you’ll be tutored here by myself and Madame von Pinn.”


The Baron finally came into the room, hands clasped behind his back, to inspect the contents. “You did say the other children were bullying you, did you not?”

Yeah, but that’s been going on for years, Gil thought. Now you care? Anger bubbled up, but he pushed it back down. What did he care if he went back to the school? There was nothing there for him now. And just like that, another weight crashed into his stomach.

“What’s going to happen to Tarvek?” he blurted before he could think better of it.

The Baron turned, one eyebrow raised. Sweat popped up down the back of Gil’s neck, but he resisted the urge to take a step back. This was his father, right? The Baron wouldn’t hurt him, would he? But he didn’t know what a father was and what he would or wouldn’t do. Still, he stood his ground, chin up.

“Prince Sturmvoraous is no longer a student at this school,” he said simply, turning back to the bookshelf he’d been inspecting.

“You threw him out!” Panic swelled in Gil’s chest, forcing out all the air. “But-”

“But what? He was caught in a restricted area, gathering confidential information on the other students.”

“Yeah, but-”

“He was spying.”

“So are all the other kids! And I was caught in a restricted area, too. You’re not kicking me out.”

The Baron sighed, finally giving his undivided attention to Gil. “I know this must be difficult for you to understand being so young.”

Gil glared. “I understand. Everyone spies but only Tarvek is punished.” He glanced around his room. There were no bars, but it was a prison nonetheless. “And I get locked up.” He turned away to hide the rush of tears.


Gil folded in on himself at the word. The Baron wasn’t his father. Couldn’t be. He refused to believe it. His parents were farmers, and they died when he was a baby. It was sad but that’s life. This... this was a dream. A bad dream that he couldn’t wake from. And it was all his own fault. It had been his idea to go looking for the records. He was the one that got them into the vault. He was the one that snitched on Tarvek, getting him expelled.

The Baron said something else, but Gil couldn’t hear it through the buzzing in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished him away. It never worked with the bullies but maybe... The door clicked softly shut followed by the clank of a lock engaging. Gil let out a sob and hugged his bag to his chest.

He was alone.

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The 100 fic: Hope for the Future

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

Bellamy pressed his forehead against the thick glass—the cold of space still leeching through, chilling his skin. He watched his breath fog the window, obscuring his view every few seconds. Not that there was much to see anymore. The Earth didn’t even look like the Earth. It was supposed to be green and blue, but all he could see was white—clouds of ash and nuclear fallout coating the planet. Occasionally, a bright spot of red flared where a fire ravaged the surface. Or a hurricane swirled the gray mess. But there was no green or blue. There hadn’t been for the last four years. Nothing could survive that.

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

Bellamy glanced over his shoulder at Murphy leaning nearby then went back to staring out the window. “Go away.”

“Every year on the anniversary, you stand here and stare like you think the view might change.” Murphy joined him at the window. “News flash: it won’t.”

[read more]Bellamy tried to ignore him, but Murphy was hard to ignore. He was honestly surprised they hadn’t all killed each other yet. He thought living with three thousand people on the Ark had been hard. Seven was worse. They only had each other to bother, and everyone was bored out of their minds. Murphy most of all. “What part of ‘go away,’ didn’t you understand?”

Murphy snorted. “The part where I go, of course.” He watched Bellamy for a moment, arms crossed over his chest. After a while, he sighed. “This is stupid, Bellamy. And not healthy. Let’s go.” He scrubbed a hand over his tired face and spoke softly. “She’s gone. She’s not down there. Quit doing this to yourself. It’s hopeless.”

“I know that. Would you just go away?”

Murphy didn’t leave. He never left. Four years of this.

“What do you want?” Bellamy finally asked when it was obvious Murphy wouldn’t leave.

Murphy didn’t answer for a long time as they watched the swirling white mass below them. “Emori’s pregnant again,” he finally said.

Bellamy glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, trying to judge his mood. Murphy just stared, face blank. Bellamy wasn’t sure what Murphy wanted him to say. “Congrats, I guess. Boy or girl?”

A smile spread across Murphy’s face. “We’re hoping for a girl this time.”

It was obvious Murphy was excited even if he was trying to play it cool. It forced Bellamy into motion because, if he was honest with himself, he just wanted Murphy to be happy. He clapped him on the shoulder. “This calls for a drink.”

They both gave the planet one last look then headed off to find Monty’s still. Maybe there was no hope for Earth or Clarke. Or even himself. But there was hope for a future for somebody.
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Red vs Blue fic: Unfair Advantage

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

York stood to the side of the training room with North and Wash watching Carolina finish her match with Wyoming. And by finish, I mean wipe the floor with him. She hit him with a one-two punch then flipped back, taking out his chin with her foot as she went. Wyoming staggered but didn’t go down.

“She’s got really good-” said Wash, voice trailing off as Carolina performed a perfect roundhouse kick, sending Wyoming spinning.

“Form?” North supplied for him. Wash nodded.

“Yeah,” York agreed. “She’s got really good-” His mind wandered as Carolina did some fancy spin move, catching Wyoming around the neck with her legs and flipping him over, landing on top of him.

“Form,” North repeated.

“Right, form.”

[read more]Wyoming looked as dazed as York felt. Carolina tended to have that effect on people. He managed to stumble to his feet while Carolina bounced from foot to foot, waiting. She seemed to be enjoying herself. York was having a pretty good time himself. So were the guys. Probably everyone was having a great time except Wyoming who got thrown to the mat with a resounding thud that hurt York’s back from across the room.

“Match point to Agent Carolina,” the computer said. “End match. Should I set up another round?”

Carolina shook out her shoulders and eyed them. God, she looked fucking hot in her workout clothes—tight shorts and sports bra that left nothing to the imagination. Not that it stopped York from imagining her without them, but still.

“Whatya say, boys? Anyone want a go?”

Her eyes momentarily locked with York’s and coherent thought fled his brain. Jesus Christ, she’s going to kill me, he thought as she tightened her ponytail.

“Wash?” Her eyes scooted over to his friend.

Wash squeaked. “Oh, um. Well, I-”

North patted his shoulder. “Don’t have an aneurysm, kid.”

“I think you need blood in your brain for that,” York muttered, surprised he could even find his voice.

Wash flushed scarlet and started sputtering, holding his gym bag in front of him. Carolina chuckled then turned her attention to North?

He held up his hands. “I’d rather keep my dignity in front of the guys.”

She laughed harder. York didn’t get to hear it enough and that was a shame.

“How about you, York?” She cocked her head to the side, watching him intently.

He opened his mouth to say something—probably as equally articulate as Wash—when the PA popped. “Agent Carolina to the briefing room. Agent Carolina to the briefing room.”

Wash nearly fainted when Carolina bent down for her towel. York didn’t blame him—his knees were going a little weak himself. He cursed North for staying so goddamn calm all the time. It made the rest of them look like drooling, brain dead morons. Some more than others.

Carolina stood, stretching her arms over her head with a devious smile. Wash dropped his bag then scrambled to pick it up. York was pretty sure she was doing it all on purpose just to see how Wash would react. It was funny and sexy, and god, it made him love her even more because picking on Wash was a fucking national pastime around here.

Wash managed to pick up his bag but dropped his towel, and when he tried to grab that, his water bottle fell out, rolling across the floor. Carolina stopped it with her foot, slid it over her toes then tossed it in the air, giving it a little spin kick right back into Wash’s face. He dropped everything to catch it before it broke his nose.

“Holy Fuck,” he muttered making North chuckle.

Carolina smirked—definitely doing it on purpose. She walked over and hung her towel on York’s shoulder then gave his cheek a pat. “Saved by the bell, huh?”

York sucked in a sharp breath. She was evil. Women were evil. Carolina was the evilest of them all.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you boys later.” Her hips swung as she walked in those tight shorts. All three men cocked their heads to the side as they watched her walk away.

“Fucking hot,” York mumbled, getting a nod from the other two.

Carolina paused at the door to smile at them before leaving. Wash let out a low whistle then swallowed hard just as Carolina poked her head back in. “Oh, and stop looking at my ass, Wash.”

Wash covered his burning face with a groan. North couldn’t contain his amusement any longer. “You are so screwed, kid.”

York bit back a smile at his idiot friends, but his mind was already replaying every second of the last few minutes—saving it for later. He was pretty sure he was even more screwed than Wash. Not that he was complaining.