Book 1: We are grounders - The 100 (Raven Reyes x reader)

Episode 6 & 7 - Fog of War & Long into an abyss

Riley's homesickness gnawed at her, growing stronger with every passing hour. Three days had slipped by since Maya had made her miraculous recovery, thanks to Jasper's blood, but it felt like an eternity to Riley. She missed Clarke fiercely. She missed the Blakes, Raven, and her father, whose fate she now feared was sealed. To her, home wasn't the camp at the dropship. Home was wherever the people she loved were. She was adrift here, feeling more like a prisoner than a guest. That's why she'd quietly nudged Maya to investigate Mount Weather. Maya might not have found much yet, but Riley had a way of sniffing out answers, and with time—and a little charm—she hoped Maya would reveal what she knew.

They sat in the dormitories now, Monty beside her, the room filled with the 47 delinquents who still remained inside Mount Weather. It was strange to see them like this—teenagers lounging, relaxing as though they weren't captives in a gilded cage. But the threat outside—the Grounders, the endless dangers of Earth—had a way of making even a lie feel like safety.

Jasper entered then, carrying a large box brimming with gifts from the grateful citizens of Mount Weather. Their praise for him was clear: the blood he had donated had brought Maya back to life, and she now looked healthier, almost glowing. The room's chatter died down as Jasper set the box down and called for their attention. The delinquents gathered around, curious, and even Riley leaned forward, arms crossed but eyes sharp, calculating. She'd learned the art of blending in when needed—sly, cunning. You didn't survive this long without knowing when to listen and when to strike.

Jasper's voice, full of urgency, echoed through the room. "Guys, think about everything they've done for us. They've given us shelter, clean clothes. They kept us safe from the Grounders."

Riley's lips curled into a subtle, dangerous smile as Jasper pointed toward Miller. "Miller? They saved your life, right?"

Miller hesitated, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, and Riley seized her moment, her voice slicing through the air like a dagger, cool and laced with venom. "Jasper, we've been through this. It doesn't add up. No one's donating their blood." Her eyes darted around the room, daring anyone to challenge her. But there was no resistance. The fear in the air was palpable—none of the delinquents wanted to give their blood. They just didn't have the guts to say it.

Harper stepped back, shaking her head, and one by one, the group began to disperse, leaving Jasper, Monty, and Riley standing alone in the room.

Monty stepped closer to Jasper, his voice low and tense. "What are you doing?" he asked.

Jasper's face twisted with confusion, but Riley stepped in before he could respond, her tone a mocking purr. "Why are you helping them, Jasper?" Her words dripped with condescension, and her gaze was sharp, watching his every reaction.

Monty, always the moral compass, sighed heavily. "Now that Maya's better, we need to focus on finding Clarke." His voice was firm, resolute, but Riley shook her head, an amused smirk playing on her lips.

"I told you, Mont. I'm going after Clarke. You can't come with me—it's not safe." She shrugged as if it were obvious, her eyes gleaming with a quiet arrogance, knowing full well how dangerous things were becoming.

Before Monty could argue, Maya entered the room, her timing impeccable. "Of course," Monty muttered under his breath, irritation creeping into his voice.

Maya's smile was strained, her movements stiff. Something was off, and Riley's sharp instincts caught it immediately, her eyebrow arching in suspicion. Maya lifted a notebook, flipping to a page where, scrawled hastily, it read: Act normal. They're listening.

Riley's smirk grew, but she kept her face neutral, playing the game. Jasper, catching on, smiled weakly. "Thanks. I'm feeling a lot better."

Maya's fingers flipped another page, and the message was clear: The breach wasn't an accident. Follow me. She chuckled nervously, trying to keep the tension at bay. "Hey, it's pizza day. Who's hungry?" she asked, her voice a little too chipper.