(Not mine)
Brushing my hair back, I look around at the Grounders that had started to become more common in the camp. It wasn't as if I despised them. Sure, one had killed my closest friend, but that wasn't reason to hate them, was it? Okay, so it was, but I didn't hate them. I mean, I didn't even dislike them, as it wasn't Commander Lexa's group of Grounders that killed him. It was another group all together, and if I were to get my hands on them, I'd kill them.
"Y/N! Are you even paying attention to the meeting?" Bellamy hisses, making my knee hit the top of the table.
I wince, gripping at my knee and giving him a look. Bellamy smirks before leaning back in his seat and acting as if he hadn't done anything. The meeting itself seems more a festival of flirtations, and I'm the only one not participating. Clarke and Bellamy are sharing glances every now and again, and it isn't uncommon to see someone touching someone else's leg. I believe, in part, this has to do with the fact that everyone is starving for some kind of human contact, which I entirely understand.
With a small sigh, I straighten my legs, and then hear my name being mentioned. My ears perk, and I swing my head in the direction of Lexa, who's smiling at me like a cat does.
"What was that?"
"You'll be the ambassador to some degree, as it seems Lexa doesn't want to talk with anyone asides from you. But that means you've got to actually pay attention!" Bellamy says, making me jump again.
A blush rises onto my cheeks, and I nod, whispering an "oh".
I'm suddenly pulled from my seat, a brush and jar of something that vaguely resembles paint held in front of my face. I blink and stare at the jar before looking up at Lexa.
"I do what with this exactly?" I quip, making everyone groan and scream to put it on.
"The paint's supposed to go where?" I ask, bringing the brush up to my face. Just as I've reached my cheek, Lexa comes over, swiping the brush around my eyes and then just underneath them. My blush grows worse as she uses her fingers to smudge it, and then smirks.
"Now you are ambassador. Come with me, we must talk."
She grabs my hand, and I suddenly wonder if being ambassador entails more than just talking. I guess I'm about to find out.
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The 100 Imagines
Hayran Kurgu[Y/N] (your name) x Lexa Bellamy Clarke Octavia Monty Jasper Murphy (I can add whoever you want me to) (I take requests) Info i need: Your name: Age: Character you want: Describe what you want to happen: ________________ Tell me if you want me to sh...
