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Project SS

a/n: I kinda forgot about out this for a little bit. 😮 my bad chat. But here yall go. Also ignore that Bucky is a man in the gif below. It’s just for aesthetics. Hope yall enjoy this.

Word Count: 1.3k

Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?

Chapter Two

It was strange, the grass, fresh air, the way my rest felt against the floor. The mask that would normally cover my face rested in the ground next to me. Along with the red lens goggles that would normally cover me.

I see clearly for the first time in my life. No bloody tint to the world. A perfectly clear and blue sky. Quiet steps made their way to me and without hesitation I pull my mask on. 

As the trees moved Clarke popped out. A serious look on her face and she motioned for me to follow. Like the fucking dog I am, I follow. I walk behind her silently as we move back to our broken drop ship. I watch her draw on whatever map she found 

I survey the area around us as I click goggle lens. They shift to a black shade, allowing me to see some color. The others around us run rampant. Wells comes over to talk to Clarke, I all but ignore him. 

“We got problems. The communications system is dead’. I went to the roof, a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried wires.” He informs.  I watch as Clarke sighs softly. 

“Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather.” She directs him to her map. As another kid walks behind them making a joke Wells pushes him back. I roll my eyes at Wells. Honestly I don’t understand his issue.

As a bigger group of boys comes to his aid Wells backs up. Trying to explain himself I roll my eyes.  Nice going Wells. Clarke looks up at me from where I sit in the broken down door. My sigh is exuded a bit loudly from my mask. 

“We’re on the ground. That not good enough for you?” The boy from before asks. He stands with Octavia and his eyes drift to me. I slowly drop down from where I sat and end up next to Clarke. 

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells says as he walks towards Bellamy. I groan and follow after Clarke who moves after Wells. For a girl who hated his guts, she sure does follow after him.

“You heard my father’s message. That has to be our priority.” Wells continues. I scoff softly at his words as I cross my arms. The fucking Chancellor might as well of been dead now. 

“Screw your father. What, you think you’re in charge here, You, your little princess and your guard dog?” I laugh quietly. There eyes turn to me. 

“Quite the mouth on you sunshine, remember who opened the door for you.” I answer with a smirk none of them could see.  I could all but feel Clarke’s scolding glare. 

“Do you think we care who’s in charge?” She paused. “We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get and the harder this’ll be.”

I roll my shoulder, feeling the metals vibrate against one another. I stand behind her as she continues to speak.

“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay. So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.” 

“I got a better idea. You two go, find it for us. Let the privilege do the hard work for a change.” Bellamy voiced. Two? If I could still count right there were at least three of us on this Mount Weather side. 

All the others around quickly agreed and I honestly don’t blame them. Made perfect sense why they would think I that. But then again we were all in the ground now.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go.” Well’s attempted to explain. The moment I blinked the boy behind me pushed Wells. 

“Look at this, everybody the Chancellor of earth.” Everyone laughs to most of Wells announce. They grab onto Clarke and I quickly push them off her. I walk over to the pair about to brawl and grab onto the back of the angered boys shirt. 

Just as I grab him Finn jumps down from the pod’s roof. I watched him go between the two boys. 

“Kid’s got one leg. How about you wait until it’s a fair fight?” Finn asks with a charming smile. I let go of my grip on the angered boys shirt. He jolts against the ground. 

“Hey, spacewalker.” I turn to Octavia as she walks over to us. “Rescue me next.” She asks. A murmur of giggles and laughs echos the angered boy takes his friends away. Now that I get a good look at his face I know him.

John Murphy was his name. Clarke, Finn and I all end up at Wells side. I watch out of the corner of my eyes as Bellamy approaches his little sister. I watch him pull her away as I help Wells stands properly. 

…………………………..

I lean against a tree as Finn approaches us. Clarke is on the ground with Wells, attempting to fix his leg. 

“So Mount Weather. When do we leave?” He asks. His eyes drift over to me for a moment then go back to Clarke. 

“Right now. We’ll be back tomorrow with food.” Clarke turns and tells Wells. Wells’s eyes are sharp, angry even. 

“How are you two gonna carry enough food for a hundred.” I clear my throat and push of the tree.

“I could carry enough food for a hundred of us alone.” Finn nods his head and gives me a smirk. He turns around pulling two boys. The pair are the boys from before.

“Five of us. Can we go now?” Finn asks. 

“Sounds like a party. Make it six.” Octavia comes behind us. As Bellamy goes to interfere I walk into the drop ship. I comb my hands up the walls. Looking for any grove or dip that feels right. 

“What are you doing?” To my surprise it’s Bellamy’s voice I hear first. I find a grove with the litters W.S. engraved into it. Pushing in the grove a door opens and there it is. Black and just for me is my operations suit. I pull it out and drop it on a chair.

Before anyone can question me again I begin to pull off my clothes. I can hear a collective gasp when I pull my jacket. The jagged and ugly scaring on my arm on full display. I went to take off my shirt when I heard her.

“Turn around!” I heard the shuffling of feet and I pull my boots and pants off. I dressed quickly in the armored suit they left me. Once completely dressed in my operation uniform I push myself up the wall. I find a handle and begins to pull myself up.

“What the hell are you doing?” I hear Finn yell from bellow me. I look down for a moment as I drop down a large box. The whole groups is here. I jump down landing with a thud. I quickly open the box and assemble ass the weapons left to me.

I’m not surprised this place is load up for me. I ignore the screen with the Chancellor playing as I work. Finished putting away my weapon and clinking the finally lock on my assault gun I strap it to my back.

“What are we standing here for? Are we not going to go?” I ask. After a few quickly seconds Octavia leaves first. The rest of the ground soon follows after. 

I catch Bellamy’s eyes as I move past him. His arm shoot’s up and grab my forearm. I pause, slowly turning my head to his.

“Who the hell are you.” He doesn’t seem angry. More confused if anything.

“A nightmare.” I with I pull away and walk after the group.

Project SS

a/n: This is my first 100 series and I’ve had it in mind for a while. I haven’t read the books and there gonna be a few canon divergences. But I hope y’all enjoy.

Word Count : 1.7k

Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?

Chapter One

It was cold.

Too cold, my cell was at the furthest ends of the ark. Complete solitary confinement was where I’d been forced to stay. As I laid on the cold ground of the cell I stared up at the ceiling. 

The once dull piece of shrapnel had been sharpened. I’d long since carved out the constellations onto the roof. I gently traced the small scars left in my left arm and wrist, the blade I’d made still hadn’t been taken from me.

Maybe that dickhead of a Chancellor wanted me to slit my wrist. Let Kane find me bathing in pools of my own blood, it would free him of his mistakes. As I twirls the blade in my hands it nicked at the skin of my hands. 

It didn’t hurt anymore, nothing really did. 

Soft vibrations echoed down my hall as I sat up. I shoved the knife into my boot and pull down my sleeve. As I rolled my shoulders back the door slammed open. The outside worlds was filled with screams of the other teen prisoners.

His footsteps entered slowly as he knelt in front of me. I kept my eyes closed as I listened to the clocking of the guards guns and all the chains they brought in.

“Hey firecracker,” Kane paused as he knelt in front of me. I sighed softly as I held my arms up, ready to be covered in chains. After a few moments he grabs my arms and looks at my wrist.

I would imagine this hurt him, honestly I wasn’t sure. He was my father but I’d never felt connected to him. Maybe it was because I was raised in the lab and closed off sector. Maybe it was because Alice had sold me away. Maybe because I knew he couldn’t love me.

He pressed his forehead to my wrists, I could feel a tear of two slip from his eyes. Pity must have covered my face as the guards slowly began to covered me in chains. 

After I was practically dress in silver he motioned for them to pause before placing the mask over my face. He pulled me in close, his arms around me. I froze, my muscles tensed up. He placed a kiss to my temple as he gave me a final squeeze. 

“I love you.”

I was hauled to my feet before I could speak and a muzzle was placed on my mouth. I tried to pull away, fight them off but these guards held my chains firmly. They were weighting me down but I was stronger than this. 

I should be able to break each and every chain but…. I’m tired. So tired. I look back at him, my eyes pleading for him to understand. He’s familiar to me at least, I know when he’s mad or happy. I know his ticks and quirks by heart.

“I love you too dad.”

I’m pulled further and further away from him. I’m pained into a shuttle with all the other 100, their eyes all fall upon me as I’m chains to my seat. I internally grown as they pull the needle filled with a sleep drug. 

I glare up at the guard about to inject me. Does he even know where my vein in, his hands are quivering. I rolled my eyes as the shuttle moves slightly and the guard practically runs away. 

I huff softly as I lean back against the seat. I can hear everyone else being to whisper.  My god I’m tired of this shit.

“Isn’t that the girl who killed twenty guards by herself?”

“I heard she has a metal leg.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as they carried in the very much unconscious Clarke. I chuckled softly as Wells turned to his ex best friend. 

As the shuttle began to drop down shaking Clarke awoke and began to yell at Wells. I quickly began to rip her chains off. Each hitting the ground with a thud.

As the Chancellor’s video came on I ignored it happily. His words meant nothing to me now. He’d failed in every way to me, he was no Chancellor. He was a coward.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Clarke’z confused voice cause the e/c eyes girl to pause. Slowly I moved her gaze to the blonde.

“Who else would they cover in chains?” Clarke didn’t answer as with shoulder length broth hair began to float around.

“Stay in your seats!” Clarke yelled as the shuttle when further down. I had finally ripped all the chains off her body. I looked at Clarke and she was motioning towards the floating boy in front of her.

I shock my head content to remain in the safety of my own chair. She glared at me giving me a look I knew nothing good would come of. 

With a puff of air I undid the buckle and pulled the glove off my right hand. My arm shot up grasping the back of him. The metal of my arm shined softly in the dimly lit shuttle.

“She said stay in your seats.” I growled softly as I pulled him down. The shuttle jerked up and grasped into a bar as we began to fall. 

I held tightly onto him as I heard Clarke yell, “Finn! Y/n are you okay!”

I groaned as we began to fall helplessly towards the ground. As everyone begins to yell and scream I just focus  on holding onto this stupid boy. 

The shuttle jerks again and I’m thrown into a wall hitting a few pipes. My vision becomes hazy as I feel blood drip down the side of my face. The corners of my eyes slowly fade into black as my vision is completely blurred.

……….

I feel a pair of small hands shaking my body roughly. I shot up pushing the person away as my vision returns. 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” I looked at Clarke her eyes full of relief. She ran to me, bombarding me in a tight hug. 

“I was worried.” I let her pull away my arms still at my sides. I hummed softly as I pulled myself away from her. The commotion bellow is caught her attention as she pulled me down. As she climbed down as just jumped. 

I parted the crowds for her as she walked behind me. I helped push her forward with my metal arm. The others around me pull away in fear.

They thought a metal leg was cool why isn’t my arm cool.

“The air could be toxic!” Clarke urged.

“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” The older boy at the front voiced. I stared at him tilting my head slightly. He stared back at me then lowered his gaze to my arm.

“Bellamy?” The crowds parted as a brunette girl climbed down and looked at him. 

He turned his gaze to her his eyes becoming full of emotions. He stared down at her smiling softly. 

“My god, look how big you are.” The girl engulfed him into a hug as she breathed in deeply. I sighed softly and moved over to the panel. It was jammed and wouldn’t open the doors anymore.

“What the hell are you wearing, a guards uniform?”

“I borrowed it to get in the drop ship. Someone’s got to keep an eyes on you.” He answered. 

“Where’s your wrist band?” I heard Clarke ask as I began to try and fix the stupid panel.

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” I froze at this and turned to the pair.

“No one had a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor.”

Octavia jerked forward going to attack whoever had spoken. Bellamy quickly gasped into her holding tightly to her. 

“Octavia, Octavia no. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He tried to calm her. The fire was not lost in her eyes as she pulled herself from his grip.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.” He answered with a smile. I watched Octavia’s face brighten at the notion. I watched as Clarke’s eyes fell as he moved over to me. 

“It won’t open.” His eyes darted to me.

“What do you mean it won’t open?”

“The panels fucked.” He moved me out of the way to try the panel himself. 

“You’d need a shit ton of force to open those doors up.” I pause for a moment. “Lucky for you, I hate confined spaces.”

He stared at me, his dark eyes holding mine. I glared up at him as his lips curled into a smirk. I moved away from him approaching the door. I rolled my shoulder, my arm flexing against each metal part.

I slammed my fist forwards, the cool metal of my hand hitting the hot door. It flung towards the ground as people backed away gasping. 

Light hit our faces as a breeze pushed against us. I averted my eyes, the light all too bright. I moved out of Octavia’s way with a nod.

“All yours sunshine.” I mumble as she stared at me. I watched as her brother’s eyes trailed me and try then her. She took in a long breath before exhaling deeply. Her feet slowly moved forward against the metal door on the ground. 

After a moment she jumped down, her boots hitting the firm soil. She took a few more steps as I stared out at the trees. They were lush and green all over. They were nothing like I’d ever seen before.

My eyes drifted till I found Bellamy’s eyes on me. I blinked a few times unsure as to why he was staring at me. In his eyes they held a looked I’d never been given.

“WE’RE BACK BITCHES!” Octavia yelled as the others cheered. Bellamy’s eyes left me and retired to his sister as he laughed. 

All around me the others pushed forwards onto the ground in front of us. I simple stared at them all as they left cheering. After a moment when all were gone I followed. 

I left’s my boots hit the ground. I dug them into the soil as I bent down. My fingers traced the top of the grass around us. It pounced my fingertips gently. I let out a breathless chuckle as I grabbed a handful of dirt.

It crumbled in between the cracks of my hand. I brought it to my nose, breathing in the earth scent deeply. I let out a long breath as I stare out. 

Humans were finally back home. 

A Safe World

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Warning: Angst, Miscarriage, General Sadness, this is just angst y’all, idk what to say, nothing graphic, just angsty

Summary: Happiness comes at a steep price

Requested by anonymous

Prompts:

13. “I lost our baby.”

80. “[Do they] know about the baby?”

i would like to clarify that despite it seeming like the reader having to be male, i chose to go a gender neutral route like yA know feRtiLity treatment oKay oKay tHx

also apologies cause this sucked, oOF

Clarke Griffin was a lot of things.

She was a daughter, a leader, a best friend, a strong woman, a ‘doctor’, and most of all, she was the love of your life.

But she was also going to be the mother of your children.

Now, this wasn’t a rash decision or even a mistake. You two were in love and most of all, you two were safe. For once in a very long time, the world seemed just a little more forgiving and a glimmer of hope had shone itself to both of you.

A family, one of your very own, seemed more possible than ever. You two had finally let yourselves be happy. More importantly, Clarke was letting herself be happy. Something she rarely ever does.

Heavy lies the head that wears the crown, after all.

So, this was more than just a big deal. It was a huge deal and for the first time in awhile, Clarke seemed genuinely excited and, well, happy.

But how long can a good thing really last if not temporarily?

You were in the midst of reading a book, quietly taking note of any names in the book that might make a good name for your future child, when you decided you needed a break and to stretch your legs.

Taking a walk, you stopped every now and then to speak to a few people like Bellamy but ultimately, you were just trying to clear your head which meant take a walk and then head back to your book.

Until, of course, you heard Clarke speaking in hushed yet shaky tones. “Clarke...” Raven trailed off, her voice like she was struggling to speak.

Alarm filled your veins, panic pulsing through your heart as you realized how the atmosphere seemed to darken around you. They were talking in a nearby room, like a closed off meeting from anybody else who might stumble upon them like...you.

Now, normally you would interject, your anxiousness getting the better of you but a particular phrase made your blood run completely cold.

“Do they...do they know about the baby?” Raven had asked, taking a shaky breath that took all of the air out of your own lungs. You could feel your knees threaten to buckle as your mind whirled with thoughts and worst-case scenarios.

You fell against the wall, the solid material the only thing grounding you as you struggled to hear more.

“No,” Clarke responded, her own voice sounding so stilted and uneasy. “I...I know. They, they need to know.”

Silence fell again and you struggled to pull yourself onto stable footing. In reality, your thoughts were more unstable than the rest of you. They were loud and unforgiving, like 1000 puzzle pieces for a 25 piece box.

“What do I need to know?” you finally managed to choke out, shambling into the doorway. Raven met your eyes first, having been faced the door, and you can see the sorrow etched across every part of her face.

She doesn’t offer you any other kind of reaction as Clarke turns, her composed expression beginning to shatter upon meeting your eyes. As Raven excuses herself, you can see tears begin to prick the eyes of the woman in front of you.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes. right away, only confusing and concerning you further. Her voice cracks and you can just hear the torment she’s been dealing with. “(Y/N), I am so sorry,” she repeats and in that moment, you can see the all too familiar face of someone threatening to crumble.

“Clarke...”

“I lost our baby.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you can feel your stomach churn. The words puncture every inch of your heart, they’re a sharpened knife reminding you of the world you’re in.

You want to ask how, you want to deny it, you want to scream, you want to cry, you want to do anything but, you’re frozen.

“I’m so sorry,” Clarke says again, tears beginning to streak down her face but neither of you make a move. Time seems to slow and you just want to wake up from whatever horrible nightmare you’ve found yourself in.

But this is real. Dreadfully and painfully real.

Before Clarke can speak again, you realize you’re now sobbing as well. It takes mere moments for both of you to fall into each other’s arms, the truth of the situation dawning on both of you.

You both finally let yourself be happy, believing your world was safe and that you could have a family. Like a pair of fools.

You were glad that Clarke was okay, reassuring her it wasn’t her fault but that didn’t fix the hurt that embedded itself in both of your hearts due to the future you had lost.

Maybe you could try again in the future but whether or not you ever would, that was another question entirely.

Do you do headcanons? If so, dating Clarke Griffin (the 100) would include, please? Thank you!

Dating Clark Griffin would include...

finding tons of sketches that Clark has drawn of you

being a sort of co-leader or advisor whom Clark trusts absolutely 100%

being one of the few people who Clark really opens up to

also being one of the few people who can make Clark relax and let loose

learning small things about being a medic so you can help her out whenever she needs it

quiet nights together where you two just lay together, enjoying each other’s company. specifically really important to Clark as it lets her unwind

Clark willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe because you’re that important to her

parenting Madi together (i wonder who the fun parent is...)

honestly having a really soft relationship that most wouldn’t expect

Forever

NOTE: I’ve always wanted to do a soulmate au (based off this post) and hERe wE go my fIRST imAgIne also I tried to be as gender neutral as possible 

Clarke Griffin x Reader

Soulmates.

Of course you didn’t believe in all of that. The whole idea of Love at First Sight and being with someone forever just felt so unrealistic. And yet, the world was dead set against that ideal.

This was a world where the doodles upon your arm weren’t necessarily your own, but the mindless sketches of your soulmate. The ink that laced your wrist wasn’t that of a tattoo but your soulmate sitting bored somewhere else.

It was a peculiar thing, a thing that you hated. You didn’t want your destiny written, or drawn, out for you. You wanted to make your own choices, without having to mindlessly wait for your soulmate to come alone and ‘sweep you off your feet.’

And so that’s what you did. For years and years, you never wrote a single word upon your arm. You never so much as wrote down a reminder or sketched a line. It was the only thing you could think to do. You didn’t want a soulmate so you tried to pretend that they didn’t exist by protesting the very factor that made them possible.

To be fair, it kind of worked. For years, you went on unfazed. You weren’t held down but the construct of forever. You weren’t waiting on end, longing for that special person. You dated who you wanted to date, you liked who you wanted to like.

Though dating should be hard in a world of soulmates, there were people like you who rejected the mere construct of it. And for those sheer moments, you were in control.

The only thing that you couldn’t control were the images that danced across your skin. It was like your soulmate never stopped. To them, skin was their canvas. Why waste paper when they could take the pen to their skin for their special someone to see?

You wished you could say it annoyed you but the images were far too nice for that to work. As the years went on, the drawings got better and more sophisticated. Your soulmate’s skill had improved without a doubt and you enjoyed looking at the landscapes that would write themselves upon your skin.

This went on for a long while. From when you were just a little girl to when you were just about sixteen. The drawings were like apart of you and then they just stopped.

You had to be honest, it startled you some. The worlds that would encase your arm, new ones each day, just faded away and you were left with nothing. You at first believed that your soulmate had died.

You heard whispers of that happening to some and it was somewhat devastating. The person that someone was supposedly meant for just dying? Those that believed in the construct were heartbroken, torn to bits really.

Even you were somewhat drawnback by it. And yet, a few months into the disappearance, you soon found a small landscape wrapped around your forearm.

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you felt the content in your veins. You weren’t entertaining the idea of soulmates but you were glad that someone wasn’t dead which you appreciated.

And then you got arrested. It was stupid, in all honesty. Supposedly you had assaulted a guard but you had just ran into him causing him to fall over with you atop. Can they really arrest you for being a klutz?

The short answer: yes.

You were shoved into lockup, sharing a cell with some girl named Thalia. Luckily for you, you had the drawings upon your skin to keep you company. You were still far too stubborn to write back but you liked knowing someone was there, even if they weren’t your forever.

And then, in what felt like a blink of an eye, you were hurtling down toward Earth. The Ark may not have been the best place to live but a potentially toxic Earth was far more frightening to you and the other 99 delinquents.

Yet, you survived. The Earth wasn’t as toxic as it once was. In fact, it was beautiful and you could only hope to see an image appear upon your skin of it all. Of course, that would only apply if your soulmate was one of the ones down there.

You felt stupid for believing such a small possibility and you tried hard to just focus on the task at hand, listening to the unwritten leaders of the camp; Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin.

Clarke Griffin was headstrong and seemed to be one of the few people that were deadset on surviving the harsh realities of the new world.

She was practical and real, it was something to look up to. Yet even Clarke, with her mindful head upon her shoulders, couldn’t help but entertain the idea of forever.

Since she was young and learned the concept of soulmates, she would doodle on her arm as much as possible. In all honesty, it helped grow her artistic skill. But there was one problem.

Nothing ever wrote itself onto her skin. For years and years, there was never anything from her soulmate on her skin. She had to admit, she didn’t know whether or not she was truly destined for this person, but a reply from them would’ve been nice.

At times, she thought them dead. But that didn’t stop her from drawing on her skin. The only time she stopped was when she was thrown into lockup and she found herself too lost to write. For awhile anyway.

Now on Earth, things were different. Clarke was busy, constantly. She was a leader of camp whether she liked it or not. And she was also a doctor for them. She was the only one who any kind of medicinal training and god forbid they didn’t have her. She was busy for what felt like days on end. A break couldn’t come sooner.

As Clarke sat herself in the dropship on a particularly slow day, something that bewildered Clarke, she found herself tracing lines across her forearm. Having seen the sunset finally with her own eyes, she couldn’t help but begin to sketch it.

“Got a minute?” a voice asked, prompting Clarke to stop and look up.

“Oh Y/N, what’s wrong?” Clarke asked as she set the pen aside and got up. Clarke headed over, spotting Y/N’s extended forearm.

“There’s a good chance I may have cut myself throwing knives,” Y/N revealed, sounding both ashamed and embarrassed. Clarke shook her head, as she took Y/N’s forearm in hand.

Clarke hovered a finger over the cut and bit the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t cut too deep,” Clarke reassured before spotting the dark lines that dotted Y/N’s skin.

“I didn’t draw that if you’re wondering,” Y/N chuckled softly. “Definitely not that artistic,”

Instead of offering a word, Clarke held out her own forearm with the identical drawing (though unhindered by a slash from a blade).

Y/N had no words, only the look of amazement that that found its way into both of their eyes. Clarke had been so resigned to the idea that her soulmate was simply dead, to see them before her was like some sort of hallucination.

“You draw a lot, don’t you?” Y/N scoffed, clearly trying to bring some humor into the situation.

“And you don’t draw at all,” Clarke fired back, quirking a smug eyebrow in Y/N’s direction. “Right!” Clarke realized as she remembered the cut. “Let me just take care of that for you,”

Clarke turned away for a moment as if trying to avoid the situation and for once in your life, you didn’t want to.

The gash in your forearm hurt some, but not as much as the rapid pulsing of your heart did. Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates or forever, but you believed in the girl right in front of you. Before Clarke could move away, you found yourself grabbing hold of her hand.

She turned back, her lips parting as she stared back at you unsure of what to do. No one really ever talked about what happened when they met their soulmate, nor the feelings one felt when it happened. You, for sure, couldn’t describe it nor could Clarke.

Instead, you both found yourselves moving closer. It wasn’t long before your lips connected in a chaste first kiss, that made you realize one thing.

Maybe you didn’t believe in soulmates, or a forever. But you certainly could entertain the idea of Clarke Griffin.