I originally wrote this story in 2016. It was one of my first The 100 fics I wrote, and originally was supposed to be part of a series of five stories about Clarke and Bellamy meeting on the Ark as they grew up. Unfortunately, I only ever finished two of the stories. They've lingered on my hard drive for nearly six years. It's been long enough to know I'll probably never finish the series, so I'm posting this story and its counterpart, Spunky, to get them out in the world.
Eleven-year-old Bellamy Blake is on a desperate mission, but there’s one little girl standing in the way of his success. Or maybe she’s the help he’s really needing.
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Bellamy was in a hurry. The trading post would close in ten minutes, and he had to be there. He hurried through the quiet halls, his footsteps clopping loudly against the metal decking. The closer he got to the trading post, the more people in the halls. He had to slow down to weave in and out of them. A few older women gave him disapproving glares, but he ignored them. He was in a hurry—couldn’t they see that?
Finally, he pushed through the door. Many of the tables were already being folded up, traders packing their things. His heart raced. Maybe he was too late. He bit his lip as he wandered between the stands looking at the things people had to trade—bits of cloth, buttons, disassembled electronics, wire sculptures, books, tools. Lots of practical things, but not what Bellamy was looking for.
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Bellamy and Clarke share a quiet moment after the events in the City of Light.
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I wrote this story back in 2016--one of the first The 100 fics I ever wrote, but I was never satisfied with it. In an effort this year to post old, mostly-finished stories, I edited this, and I'm putting it out there as is. It's not the greatest quality, but it's finished and out in the world now. Also, not sure the title relates to the story much, but it's what I named it back then so I'm just sticking with it. I think I planned for this to be much more, but it is what it is.
Cleaning up is going to be hard, Bellamy thinks, looking around the throne room as confused and wounded Arkadians and Grounders alike come out of their chip-induced stupor. The blood can be washed away; wounds can be stitched, but their souls have been shattered by the things they were made to do. None of them will ever be the same. They all have demons lurking, haunting their dreams. Some more than others.
( Read more...Collapse )Again, to be more into fandom...
My current obsession is Ouran High School Host Club. Not so much the anime or manga itself but the AU I've built around it.
I came up with the idea over the summer for a story where one of the main characters (Kyoya) ends up in an arranged marriage (this happens in canon a lot) despite already being in love with his best friend, Tamaki, and Tamaki's girlfriend, Haruhi. Yay, poly-am relationship!
So, Kyoya drunkenly confesses to Tamaki and Haruhi that he's in love with both of them but now engaged to someone else. They have a bit of a week-long romance before he meets his new fiance.
It's a great set up. I love the angst of it all. In love with two people so he's already confused about that then add in a third person he's going to have to marry... Arranged marriages, poly-am relationship, gay panic, lots of angst. All my jams right there.
The thing is Kyoya ends up liking his fiance. A lot. Her name is Hana. He totally falls for her by the end of the two weeks she visits him during the summer. Now he's in love with three people and even more confused.
And that little bit of a story idea has blossomed into an epic AU spanning 20+ years and incorporating every major and many of the minor characters from canon. You could pick a character and a year from 2007-2030, and I could probably tell you what they're up to at the time.
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I wrote these two drabbles for a drabble tree game at 4thewords.com. I got into watching Fruits Basket (the 2019 remake) because I saw people I follow posting about it on tumblr. I cannot recommend this show enough. But be warned: it will make you cry. It deals with so many weighty issues all while also being cute and funny. It's about a family that's cursed by the twelve zodiac animals. Whenever they're hugged by someone of the opposite sex, they turn into their animal (which makes having a love life difficult, as you can imagine). There are actually 13 zodiac animals because there's also Kyo--the cat zodiac (they explain his story right away). Really, the show is about Tohru saving each of the zodiacs one by one just by being herself and loving them without reservation.
The trigger warnings are extensive, though. A few I can think off of the top of my head are for mental illnesses (characters have depression and anxiety among other things), suicides, deaths (with blood), abuse (physical and severe emotional/psychological), and about any other psychological trauma you can think of probably happens. There are a lot of messed up people in the show, but it creates the kind of angst and drama I crave. It's probably not for people easily triggered, though (sorry).
Anyway, my drabbles...
Next to her, the colonel rolled onto his stomach so he could see her face. His cheeks were slightly sunburned and his hair, now freed from his cap, was sticking up in impossible directions. She fought every urge to reach out and run her fingers through it. “It’s not bad,” he said, pulling up a long blade of grass to play with.
“It’s perfect.”
“The view’s good.” He squinted up at the horizon where three white-peaked mountains rose over the treeline. Like a royal family lording over their empire.
Sam let her head fall to the side, the bill of her hat guarding her eyes. He was staring down at his hands now as they twisted and pulled apart blade after blade of grass. “I bet the lake as fish.” She bit her lip and waited for his response.
Slowly, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Sam pressed her teeth deeper into her lip to keep her own grin hidden. “You think?” he asked, his voice sounding pleased.
“We could find out.”
[read more]He lifted his gaze to the water lapping gently against the rocky shore just a few yards from where they lay. “I guess we have time, no?” That sounded downright hopeful.
“Sure, sir. Until Daniel and Teal’c, get back we’re pretty much stuck here.”
He snorted. “True. And catching some fish would actually be productive. Dinner and all.”
“Exactly, sir.” She watched his expression change again, this time to something akin to anticipation. “So?”
He looked up at her. She loved when he smiled like that—the way the corners of his eyes crinkled and how he quirked just one half of his mouth. There were so many better things she could think to do with him than fish. None of those would stand up to regulations, though. She realized a moment too late that she was still staring at him. Probably with her jaw all slack. She wouldn’t be surprised if there was drool. She fought the urge to wipe at her mouth then noticed the colonel’s eyes had gone black.
He slowly licked his lips, his hands actually stilling in the grass. And they stared. Sam was sure the distance between them was evaporating along with the morning dew. He was definitely getting closer. And his hand moved. Just a bit so that it almost touched hers. Oh god, she thought. Her eyes darted down to his lips of their own accord as her brain blared warning bells that were ignored by her body.
Just when she thought they couldn’t stay apart a second longer, a sudden blast of cool mountain air descended into the valley, tossing Sam’s hat from her head. Her hair whipped around her face for a second until she felt the colonel’s fingers pull it back behind her ear. She gave him a sheepish grin. That lopsided smile again—it was going to be the death of her career, she was sure of it.
“Fishing,” he mumbled, his voice a little raspy.
“Right,” Sam answered, slightly less rough, “fishing. Fishing is good.”
