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- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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You hear banging on the second level and you look up, wondering what the hell is going on. You turn to Clarke who's prepping to take the knife out of Finn.
"What's going on up there?" She barely glances up at you.
"They got the Grounder that attacked Finn and kidnapped Octavia." Your heart lurches.
"They're going to start a war, Clarke!" you exclaim.
"He deserves it," Raven hisses. You glare at her.
"No one deserves to be tortured." You turn around and make your way up the ladder. You bang on the door and Miller opens it, blocking your way. "Miller move or so help me God I will shove a gun so far up your ass," you threaten. He looks taken aback that quiet little you could produce such harsh words. He moves out of the way and you walk up to Bellamy and shove him.
"What the hell, (Y/N)?"
"No, what the hell, Bellamy!" you exclaim. "We're going to go to war because of your impulsive actions. Do you even think before you act?" He scoffs and picks up the belt.
"I do. It's us or them." You throw your arms up.
"Well, now it is! Octavia said he helped her. He stabbed Finn because he was scared. Much like you're tortured because you're scared," you accuse. He clenches his jaw.
"I'm not scared," he growls.
"Well, I am but you don't see me whipping someone."
"Get her out of here," Bellamy instructs Miller. Miller moves forward and you take a step backward.
"I don't want to do this but if you touch me I will punch you," you warn. He rolls his eyes doubting your claim. He grabs you by your forearm and you swing your other arm around, punching Miller in the face. He stumbles back, holding his cheek. "I told you." You turn to Bellamy to see him staring wide-eyed.
"You actually punched him."
"Um, yeah. I'm not messing around." He shrugs and turns back to the grounder.
"He's gonna talk." He raises his hand and whips the man with the belt. You wince as the man grunts. You walk up to Bellamy and put your hand on his arm.
"Bell, please. This isn't us," you plead.
"Who we are and who we have to be are two different people," he replies. Before he can whip the man again, you jump in between Bellamy and the Grounder. The belt hits your shoulder and you cry out in pain. Bellamy drops the belt and rushes to your aid. "(Y/N), what the fuck? Why did you do that? I'm so sorry." You close your eyes tightly, trying to block out the pain.
"Please, stop," you whisper. He throws the belt aside and nods, helping you stand.
"Watch him," Bellamy orders Miller. He climbs down the ladder and then helps you crawl down.
"Clarke, can you check her shoulder?" Clarke wipes her hands on a towel and nods.
"Yeah. I got the knife out of Finn. He's resting now." You smile softly at her but wince when she moves the sleeve of your shirt down.
"That's good." Clarke looks at your shoulder and looks at Bellamy and you in alarm.
"What the hell happened?"
"I took a hit instead of the Grounder," you inform. Clarke stares at you before glaring at Bellamy.
"As stupid as she is, she did something you lack the balls to do. Stand up for the right thing." Bellamy's eyes harden but soften with guilt when he looks at your black and blue shoulder. "Can you move it?" she asks you. You try but almost cry at the pain.
"Not really." She presses on the bruise gently and you inhale through your teeth.
"I think your collarbone is cracked." I sigh.
"Honestly, that's what I thought." The metal part of the belt hit you. Bellamy throws something at the dropship wall and walks to the other side of the room. You look at Clarke and she looks at you. She shrugs.
"I can't do much for it but I can make a sling." You smile at her.
"That would be great. Thank you." While Clarke gets working on the sling, you walk over to Bellamy. "What are you thinking about?"
"How stupid you are for doing that. You could've gotten so much worse than a cracked collarbone." You roll your eyes.
"You wouldn't have stopped otherwise." He sighs and turns to you.
"You're too good to be down here, (Y/N)." You smile and shake your head.
"We're all criminals," you remind him.
"What did you do to get down here?" he asks. You hesitate.
It might drive him away.
That's ridiculous. He'd understand.
"I stole medicine for my twin brother." His eyes widen.
"Who's your twin?" he asks slowly. You close your eyes, worried about his reaction.
"Murphy," you respond quietly. You open them and see the confusion on his face. "What?"
"You're related to him? But you're... so pure." You smile, happy he's not disgusted. "Why are you smiling?"
"I thought you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore. That's why I've never told anyone. Despite getting locked up for him, he treats me like shit." His face morphs into anger.
"I'll kill him." You move to put your hands on his chest but you whimper in pain when you move your arms. He stops, concern written all over his face. "Clarke, do you have the sling?" Bellamy asks.
"Yeah, here." She walks over and helps you put it on. Once it's on, you relax your arm, sighing in semi relief when it doesn't hurt as bad.
"Thanks, Clarke," you smile. She squeezes your good shoulder and walks over to Finn.
"Do you want to lay in the cot?" Bellamy asks. You nod.
"If that's okay." He leads you over to the cot and helps you climb in. "Thank you, Bell."
"For what? I'm the reason you're hurt." His eyes are so sad that you reach for his hand. He grasps it.
"For taking care of me. Despite our disagreements, you're a good person, Bellamy Blake. And I love you." You think about backpedaling, but it's out there now. And out there it's going to stay. You look at him and he smiles softly.
"About time. I love you, too," he replies. He leans down and presses a short but sweet kiss on your lips. You smile into the kiss, happy you both agree on something for once.
