The 100 Imagines & Preferences

I'll dream of you |m.g

I've had this idea for ages now. But quite literally can't write unless it is 4 am.

This isn't necessarily me coming back to writing, but I'm here, I had an idea, and it's in words now.

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"Will it hurt?"

"It will feel just like a deep sleep." Raven reassured with a gentle smile. You nodded, but the uneasy feel was still settled deep within you. Eyes cast across the room, you found him working steadily through the waiting people. His forehead was creased, but eyes focused. "Want me to give you two a moment? I'm not blind, Y/N, you two are still in love. Clear it up before it's too late."

Not long after, Monty stood before your chamber, confusion struck on his face. "Raven said there was something wrong?"

"There, uhm, no." You stumbled over your words, fidgeting with your fingers as you tried to piece together your last confession before this age long sleep. "I'm sorry." The words spilled out, despite little thought. They needed to be said, but so did so much more.

"It was as much your fault as it was mine. We let tension of everything get the better of us." He gently took nervous hands in his, eyes meeting yours. "But when you wake up, a new life starts on a new planet."

"Will I dream?"

"I don't know. Maybe you will dream of trees, stars, and algae." He offered with a tiny laugh, trying to distract himself with the monitor before him.

"Don't kid yourself, I'll dream of you Monty Green." You spoke softly with a bowed head. "Monty i-" the words caught in your throat, but Monty gave you a knowing nod, mouthing the unspoken words as you turned to the chamber.

"Ready?" Guiding you inside, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze before closing the chamber door. You let out a steady breath, eyes falling shut as the chamber crystalized and sent you into a deep cryo sleep. Staring back at the face in the glass, he thought over his words. A new life starts on a new planet. His words held no lie, your new life would start when you woke up. He only hoped that he would wake up with you.

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His eyes traced your features, an itch in his fingers to pull you from the induced sleep. But he knew better. Better than to take the chance of a new life from you.

So he sat on the metal grated floor, hand gently placed on the frosty glass. "I know you can't hear me." His voice was low and rocky, words hesitant so they wouldn't come with a waver, despite that he was the only one who could hear. "But I'm trying so hard-for you. I'm scared." He breathed out, a laugh cutting into his heaved breaths. Tears were threatening every word, but Monty refused to give in. "Hell, maybe I need some of those jobi nuts, you remember those right? They ruined our first date. Or they made it better, god, honestly I can't tell. Neither of us could remember it, but you sure gave me a second chance."

Your very first date. Monty Green had finally worked up the nerve, and you said yes. With very few options and a multitude of patrols due to grounder activity, he set to work to plan the perfect evening. A picnic within the camp, but far enough from everyone else that you could get some alone time. Ration duty deemed a blessing, allowing the boy to stow away extras for the two of you. When the time came, he whisked you away, a blanket placed on the ground and a grin plastered on his face. But, the night had a quick turn. Several jobi nuts in, and Monty was rambling on about changing the tides; all he needed was the moon. "Shit, you're on to something." You declared, and with that, the two of you were on your search. Hours of looking, and calculating, and that happened to be when you shared your first kiss too. All of your calculations were exact, the moon was in the palms of your hands. Grins adorning either of your faces, his hand placed on your cheeks before his lips were perfectly on yours.

"That was the most care free I have ever been, the best I have ever felt." he laughed to himself, running a hand over his face. "It was just you, me, and the moon. Neither of us cared about all the others that were just as off- we had each other."

So it became a daily routine, greeting each one of his friends, before settling on the ground beside of you. Hand placed gently against the glass, so to not block his view of your peaceful face. "Cryo sleep," His throat was dry and eyes tired, but there was no where else for him to be. "It's a funny name really. If you were really asleep in there, you would have already found a way to have rolled out of that thing." Monty's laugh was genuine. He could recall each and every time you would fall asleep on your own side of the bed, waking to find yourself thrown atop the boy or in an equally awkward position.

The very first night you spent with Monty Green was one for the books. You were nervous to be in his tent, scared this would be the night you began some weird sleeping habit and he would never want to be with you again. Leading up to the night was awkward and sheepish, despite the two of you having napped and slept beside each other before. But this was entirely different. You were the first to sit down on the bed, reaching out for the boys hand and pulling him over to you. "Why are we so weird." Laughing aloud to yourself, Monty soon following. He revelled in the sound of your laughter, allowing it to soothe him into the calm the both of you needed, yet lacked for some reason. Once the two of you settled in, still letting out tiny laughs now and again, Monty placed a gentle arm around your waist. A smile instantly appeared on your lips, allowing you to lay your head on his chest and relax into him. The tasks of the day soon took the two of you, allowing a peaceful sleep to settle across the boys tent. Or so he thought. When Monty awoke the next morning, you had managed to make your way to the opposite side of the bed, cheek still pressed into his chest, but legs practically hanging diagonally off the bed. You awoke to his chest rumbling with laughter, a slight sense of embarrassment washed over as you rose to see your newly found position. Patting your wild hair down, you flashed an embarrassed smile, "uhm, good morning?"

The face behind the glass seemed more and more distant every day. That only held some of a familiarity to it. "I was so dumb princess. I should have listened to you, I shouldn't have emersed myself in my work. It's not like it payed off anyways. Because here we are- we didn't get to stay in Eden together." He let out a low breath, finally allowing the hot tears to roll down his cheeks. "We didn't even get to stay together. I neglected you for my work, and I didn't notice you were gone until it was too late. McCreary had you, and you were sure pissed at me when we got you back. We've never fought like that before."

The marks on your throat protruded through all your other wounds. A shock collar- he had heard. It was their control, their best means of torture. "How long did it even take you to notice I was gone? What, you just realize when I showed up like this?" The words spat out like venom. Despite the calm and communicating environment you two had set, a screaming match had seemed to ensure. "Do you even care? That the last hope of our survival was burnt to a crisp? That Octavia will march us all to our deaths because she thinks she deserves Eden even though there was another way!" Emotions poured out, things that weren't even the others fault, stuff you weren't mad at each other for. Anything and everything one of you were mad about was on the table.

"Can you see it? Is it beautiful?"