𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 she was one of the rare ones and the world loved her for it
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CLARKE BEGRUDGINGLY FOLLOWED behind Hope and Malia, his face twisting into a scowl as he heard the were-coyote flirting with his Hope. The tribrid was giving into the flirting too, he could tell. She would place her hand on Malia's arm and giggle. The sound made Clarke want to smile because it was like music to his ears, but he didn't like the fact he wasn't the one making her do it.
Malia knowingly glanced back at him after smelling his pheromones; jealousy and anger. She smirked and turned to Hope who was oblivious with the fact that her male partner felt something towards her.
"Did it hurt when you fall from heaven?" Malia asked Hope who was finally getting over the were-coyotes last pick up line.
Hood shook her head, "no, why?"
Malia smirked, her eyes twinkling. "Because baby, you look like an angel."
Clarke clenched his jaw and crossed his arms, quietly mocking the short haired girl. He was beyond annoyed at this point due to this was going on hour two with her stupid flirting.
Hope laughed again and glanced back at Clarke, her smile so big that he couldn't help himself when he smiled back at her, giving her a thumbs up.
Malia glanced between them with a tilted head. Sure, personally, she never had a intimate partner due to personal reasons — like killing her family and turning into a full coyote for seven years, and then getting kidnapped and pushed into Malivore for however long it's been. But, she knew the two people in front of her felt something towards one another even if they didn't know it yet. So, she wanted to see how far she can go until Clarke blows up and reveals his feelings towards the beautiful tribrid.
"Do you like Harry Potter?" Malia asked as she remembered the movies that her little sister used to watch.
Both Hope and Clarke couldn't contain the snorts that escaped them. "Yes," the eighteen year old answered with a grin.
"One night with me and they'll be calling you moaning myrtle." Malia smirked as Hope snorted so loud that she had to cover her mouth with her hand.
Clarke looked at the sixteen year old with wide eyes. "Where did you get all this?"
Malia shrugged. "My sister used to always watch some cartoons that had some sassy and mean characters. And I remember sneaking into the living room when my parents were sleeping to watch some bad shows they didn't want me to see." She looked away from them, a faraway look in her brown eyes.
"I'm sorry that they forgot about you," Hope said softly and frowned when Malia just scoffed.
"They're dead," she stated, clenching her jaw. "They've been dead for a while now."
Hope looked down at the ground with a frown before looking at the younger girl with kind eyes. "I know how much that sucks. Half of my family is dead, too. It never gets any easier."
"Did you kill them?" Malia snarked, narrowing her eyes at Hope, her brown eyes going blue and glowing brightly.
Clark was quick to step in front of Hope with hardened eyes. He had saw the way Hope's eyes filled up with tears at the question. "Careful," he warned.
Hope grabbed his hand and shook her head before stepping closer to Malia with a frown. "Yes, I did. Maybe not directly, but my actions led to their deaths. Half of my family is dead because of me, and it still haunts me to this day. I just want you to know that I am here for you."
Malia's bottom lip quivered before she tightened her jaw and sniffled. "All I remember is that I was eight years old, and it was a full moon, and there was a lot of yelling. I attacked my little sister who was my twin, first because she was right beside me, and then my parents. The car crashes and I remember being a full coyote for like seven years before I was suddenly in this place."
Hope placed her hand on Malia's shoulder before pulling the younger girl into a much needed hug. "It's going to be okay from now on. We'll get out of here one way or another, and you're going to have the best rest of your life, get married, have kids, and die old."
Malia chuckled as she pulled back. "I like girls, so kids are out of the question."
Hope shrugged with a grin. "Adoption?"
Malia scrunched her eyebrows together. "Maybe... but that depends if I ever meet anyone that will like me."
Hope smiled. "I like you."
Malia snorted and shoved her lightly, glancing over at Clarke who was frowning at Hope. "Shouldn't we continue onward?"
Clarke perked up at that, pushing past them. "Let's go."
