The 100 Imagines.
Bellamy Blake
Jasper Jordan
Monty Green
John Murphy
Lincoln
Octavia Blake
Raven Reyes
Commander Lexa
Clarke Griffin
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Post-break up kisses:Soft and slow. Hands on each other's arms in a way that neither can tell if the other is pushing or pulling away. The kiss ends with their foreheads pressed together, neither wanting it to be true that this is happening.
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The all mighty Blodreina. Power through fear, the only way she could seem to find it. But power through fear means she cant show her heart on her sleeve. Weakness is as thriving as the land above. Power through fear meant danger for the one she cared most.
She had to do it, and you very well knew why even if you both absolutely hated the thought. You saw the free flowing tears, despite the hard expression struck across her features. Blodreina trained herself not to break and show her emotions, but this was asking far too much. Letting a low sigh push past your lips, you stood from your chair and crossed the desk sat between the two of you. Her eyes squeezed shut immediately, an effort to drown the pain welling inside of her.
"Maybe one day- one day when all of this shit is over- it can be me and you. The two of us can have a home, two little kids for their uncle Bell to spoil. I understand, Octavia." Your voice was light, hands feathering touches over her arms. Watching as her nose scrunched up, lip quivering, your heart yearned for her. "Promise me something, though."
"Anything." She breathed, choking on the sob threatening her steady tone. "What ever you want." Octavia broke down, arms hooking beneath yours, pulling you against her body desperately.
"Don't lose yourself. You're Octavia Blake, not some ruthless killer." You leaned away only slightly, enough to be able to look the girl in her tear filled eyes. But you were in a no better state as she nodded rapidly in agreement. You could only hope she kept that promise.
Her nose brushed gently against your cheek, asking for permission for one last goodbye. Caging your lip between your teeth, eyes fluttering closed as you tried to prepared yourself for what you knew would end up being the last kiss shared between the two of you. Lips moulding together, a taste of salty tears infecting the kiss as she tugged you closer to her. Her hands gripped your sleeves in a desperate need, your fingers balling her shirt in your hand.
Octavia pulled away with a hiccup of a cry, forehead leaning against yours and staying only there. Neither of you wanted to leave each other's embrace, but you knew it had to happen for her to be the leader she was entrusted to be. Your breath passed against her lips, before you leaned away, hands dragging down her arms.
"Good luck, O." A tone barely above a whisper, you opened the door while furiously wiping your cheeks. Octavia watched you with her mouth fallen agape, a choked breath leaving her.
