Octavia Blake / M. Avgeropoulos Oneshots

Hate or Love? - M. Avgeropoulos

Requested by @scurry5

You and Marie hate each other so much to the point the cast of the 100 handcuffed y'all together in order for y'all to somewhat get along.

Spoilers: yes — season 3, episode 1

Word Count: 1,844

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  From the time you joined the 100 cast as a recurring season 2 character before you became a full-time character in season 3, you and Marie hated each other. No one knew or understood why y'all did, and to be frank, neither did you —you only hated her because she hated you.

Most of the day you filmed with Marie. And on the final take of the day, you and Marie were to be beside one another, in character.

"Ready? And . . . ACTION!" the director, Jason Rothenberg, yelled.

In character, you came running out of the hangar, worried. Marie —as Octavia— came loping through the gates of Arkadia on her character's horse, alongside Lindsey, Devon and Jarod, them on white horses.

  When the others stopped at the stables, the camera panned to you as Marie continued deeper inside Arkadia. "Hey," you looked at Devon as he covered the painted slit on his throat that "bled" through his fingers. "You guys okay?" You shifted your gaze to the white horses. "What happened?"

  "Yeah," Marie stopped her character's horse, Helios, and you came to his head and grabbed the reins as she dismounted. "Jasper has a death wish, that's what happened."

  You stroked the horse's right-cheek, directly in front of him, as Marie approached then stopped by his ears. You looked at one another. "CUT!" Jason yelled. "Well done, ladies."

  You looked at him and smiled, neither you nor Marie moving from y'all's spot, unsure whether Jason wanted to continue filming or not.

  "Nice," Marie's sarcasm was plain as day.

  You rolled your eyes as you continued to stroke the horse's cheek, the sarcasm just as thick in your voice, "Yeah, you too."

  While y'all bickered back-n-forth, unaware of what was happening around you, cold metal clamped around your right wrist. You looked at your wrist, eyes widening, before you snapped your head to the person between y'all.

  "What are you doing?"

  Marie was just as furious, "What the hell is going on?" She shook her left wrist, your wrist moving with the movements.

  Richard smirked as he tossed the key to the handcuffs to Lindsey, but she's the one that explained. "Y'all need to work out whatever's been going on."

  "What?" You looked at Jason —he merely watched, as did the rest of the cast and film crew. You looked back at Richard and Lindsey, and shook your head, "No we don't. We're fine."

  "Guys, come on. Let us go," Marie demanded, and shook her wrist again.

  "No," said Richard.

  "How long are we supposed to be handcuffed like this?" you lifted your hand —Marie's dead weight moving with it—, not as annoyed as Marie, but close to it.

  "As long as it takes."

  "Great!" You moved beside her as the horse is led away and she tossed her hands up, your cuffed one moving up with hers. "So what, we're expected to share a bed and take showers together?"