#marcuskane

IS SUPPOSED TO BE PLATONIC?!?

My god, if this ship doesn’t sail off into the sunset together in season 7 I WILL become a film and TV producer and director just to remake the ending out of spite.

Like how do you develop two characters together over 6 seasons with so much obvious sexual tension and then tell everyone that they’re strictly platonic?!?

THIS IS JUST SEASON 1!

The character development over the next 5 seasons as they go through so much together to just simply survive and keep their people alive is crazy. These two people are willing to sacrifice so much for each other just to keep the other alive and the amount of people who are killed by one of these just save the other is astounding. But yet they are kept as “platonic” and GIVE BELLAMY ANOTHER GIRLFRIEND - WHO ISNT CLARKE.

I’m mad.

Look at how they look at each other :) they deserve all the happiness in the world and they deserve to be happy together because they could make each other happy but it’s just never been the right time for them.

Season 7. Season 7 is their time. Their time to be happy and complete each other and get all the happiness they deserve because they’ve been through so much in the name of survival they deserve to stop running.

"First Light" an edit of Kane and Abby's first morning waking up in Polis together to celebrate the 3 year anniversary of their consummation.

WARNINGS: Cursing, im bad with language okay sorry, like lots of cursing, kane being super cute, confession, small make out session whOOps sorry for spoiling, lIME, nothing more ig??

Plot: You (Y/N) have had a crush on Kane for as long as you can remember. The only issue? You're locked up. You're not under eighteen, but you were born on a fucking leap year, so technically, you're under eighteen - when in reality you're twenty-eight.

Word Count: 1072

Getting arrested for something as simple as stealing food for your sick sister seems like one hell of a good time, right? You get to sit around all day, using your art materials in complete solitary, and get to steer away from reality and everyone in it.

And what makes it better? You were twenty eight years old. But, technically, you were seven because of the date of your birthday - the dreaded February 29th.

Realistically, you would assume they'd leave the childish extra day only every four years back to Earth when it had been blown to smithereens, but to your disappointment, or perhaps fear, it wasn't. And your dreaded mother had to give birth on that day.

Well, before she got floated for having two kids, that is.

But hey, solitary isn't that bad. You get to draw on the floors with charcoal, writing quotes from some of your favourite books and some of your favourite songs. Sometimes, when you were lucky, you'd imagine yourself as one of the queens or princesses in the books you read - and sometimes it'd work to help you escape reality for a bit.

It was kind of upsetting - always being locked in, days fucking passing like weeks and weeks passing like months - but you survived. You had to, right?

One of the men that particularly caught your eye was mister Marcus Kane. He would walk in on the weekly, checking in on you and giving you a smirk as he looked around your room.

You'd spark up a conversation with him, and he ended up spending hours talking to you. You two gained a bond of best friends, and his features would always glance and flash a different sense as he walked into the room with you.

He made it clear that your crime wasn't supposed to be something that is punished, and he vowed to do everything he could to get you out of solitary. To get you back onto the Ark - like a normal person, and like the rest of them.

He looked at you like a person, which was something you had always admired about him. His persistence, his protection for you, the flash in his eyes as he gave a smirk when you talked and the way you laughed. The way your beauty escalated, the way it motioned with passion and love and tenderness. If only you weren't fucking locked up.

"Y/N," Kane knocked on the door and a smile carved at your lips. Wednesday, of course. He always comes in to check up on you on Wednesdays. You jumped up on the bed and met him at the door.

"About time." You muttered and laughed. "Come on, look what I drew." You pulled him towards your new drawing like a little kid proud of what they did in Primary School. His chuckle echoed through the room but was quickly washed over with a face of expressionless...pride.

"Wow, that..." He reached down and touched the drawing. "That's beautiful, Y/N. Where did you learn to draw like that? Cause your other drawings are nothing compared to this." You hit him in the shoulder with a cold glare, as he continued to tease you. "No, seriously, has someone been coming in and teaching you to draw?"

"No, of course not." You said with a smirk as you put a hand on your hip, your eyes gazing over to his eyes. The eyes you had fallen in love with, but you decided to ignore it because God knows he felt the same way about you.

"Good. Then we'd have a problem." He said with a predictable tone in his voice, few feet apart from you. Your breathing hitched and you looked down at him, his vision flicking down to your lips before he chuckled and shook his head.

"Anyway, Y/N, I came here with good news. Amazing news, actually." He said. Your face lit up and you smirked, putting a hand on your hip as you tilted a head.

"What is it?" You asked. He stared you down for a few seconds and then smiled.

"Do you wanna get out of here, Y/N?" He asked. You immediately turned your head with shock. Your eyes narrowed uncertainly, imagining him to be lying.

"You're...kidding with me, right?" You asked with surprise. He shook his head.

"I talked to Jaha. He said that he'd pardon you for your crimes, and it would effective immediately." He flashed a grin and crossed his arms. "Go on, tell me I'm great."

You were overwhelmed with shock and surprise as your heart beat. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Oh my God, I love you!" You screamed. "I love you so much, thank you! Thank you!" He pat your head and ruffled your hair, him being taller.

"Of course." He said with a chuckle.

Your eyes met with his as you stepped back. "What made Jaha pardon me for my crimes?" You asked curiously, your voice coming out a thankful beat.

"Well, it took a lot of asking, so I apologize for the amount of time you stayed in here." He said as he put a hand to your face, taking a step forward. "But I wanted to do this, and I wanted it to be after I told you really good news." He said.

You were confused at first, before his lips connected with yours and you surprisingly kissed him back, his hand tangled in your hair and his kiss passionate.

His kiss was intoxicating - beautiful, protective, and tender. Everything you thought it would be, and it was beautiful. His hands reached down to your hips as he pulled you closer, leaving a kiss on your neck and down your collarbone, barely a few inches apart from one another.

Your breathing hitched and you parted from him, smirking. He did the same - almost better - as his hand connected with yours.

" - if your character had a day off, what would he do?

MASTERLIST

<follows storyline, so may contain *spoilers*>

Bellamy Blake x NeutralReader

Synopsis - The Sky People capture your brother, Lincoln. They torture him and Octavia helps you two to escape.

Word Count - 1.8k+

**Warnings** none

I watch the large metal shelter from my hiding place in a tree. My brother, Lincoln, was taken by the Sky People. Lincoln and I were out, hunting and gathering for our village, when we heard noises. He pushed me to some bushes, they knocked him out and they took him. He always does stuff like that, he always keeps me out of danger. Even if it is a small, little raccoon, he protects me. He has no regard for himself.  

I focus my vision on the one they call leader. Bellamy. He looks around before going into their metal shelter. I squint at him, wishing I could take a shot at him with my arrow. I know that I can’t do that. I would immediately regret it, and I wouldn’t want to get Lincoln killed.  

I look over the outer protection, seeing if there is any way I get sneak my way in. These Sky People are too careless and new to this planet to be aware of everything. I’m way smarter than them anyway. I see a spot where there are no guards. I swiftly jump down the tree and silently run to the area. I look up and see a tree I can climb and use to get over the wall with no sound.  

Once I get up the tree, I check again that there are no guards. When I see there are none, I jump over the wall roll when I land so I don’t injure my legs. I go into the shelter, that now looks larger than when I was out of the camp, but I know that no one can get me. I lightly push over the curtains and see that there is only a man laying on a table. He looks very pale, and I can tell that he has been poisoned by one of ours.  

‘’You will tell us!’’ I hear someone shout. I hear something hard meeting skin, and the sound of grunting. I know that they are torturing him. I look up to the noise and see a ladder that leads up to that noise. That must be where they are keeping my brother. I grab onto the bars and put my feet on the bars before pulling myself up. I go until I reach the top, and I open the heavy door.

‘’Whoa!’’ The same man shouts. I recognize him as Bellamy, and I’m glad that he comes to me. Before he can reach me, I see he is going to attack me, so I kick him in the stomach, then grab him and hold a knife to his throat. This sends a message for the others to not mess with me. I look up and catch Lincoln’s eyes. He looks angry and scared.  

‘’Stop.’’ I say.  

‘’So, you do speak English.’’ Says Bellamy, the one I carry.

‘’Let him go.’’ I disregard his comment and look at the blonde one that is kneeling in front of him.  

‘’That man down there is dying. I need to know the cure for the poison you put in him. Please. He will die if you don’t.’’ She pleads. I look to Lincoln again, and he lightly shakes his head.  

‘’Let him go first. Then I will show you.’’ I reason.  

‘’No deal.’’ Bellamy says and he head-butts me in the forehead, then punches me. It’s going to take more to hurt me than that. As he gets ready to punch me again, I grab his wrist, and kick his shin so he falls.  

‘’Then he dies.’’ I say. This time I get a better grip on him, and he is on the floor, so it wont be that easy for him to get a lead on me.  

‘’I know a way to get him to talk. Since he won’t.’’ A tan brunette says. She goes over to some blue wires, and rips them out. Light blue lights flash in the wires.  

‘’What are you doing?’’ The blond asks.

‘’Something they haven’t seen before.’’ She replies. She taps the ends together and they spark. Lincoln backs away, fearing the electricity passing through the wires.  

‘’No! Stop!’’ She touches his skin with the wire and he screams.

‘’You’re going to let Finn die!’’ The blond shouts at me.  

‘’He won’t let me die.’’ Another brunette girl walks to the knife, picks it up and cuts her arm. Lincoln thrashes against the chains. I suddenly remember why. This is the girl he told me about. The beauty he leaves flowers for.  

‘’Octavia!’’ Bellamy shouts, and he breaks away from me. Octavia falls to the ground and points to each vial individually.

‘’Is it that?’’ Lincoln nods. She holds it up, and the blond and brunette run back downstairs. Octavia wraps her forearm with a cloth.

‘’Now you.’’ Bellamy points at me. I raise my head, showing I’m not scared of him.

‘’What about me?’’ I challenge him. Two people come behind me and grab each of my arms. I thrash around, trying to break free, but one of them hits me in the back of the head, making my vision hazy. I can hear Lincoln fighting his chains.  

‘’I’m going upstairs to ask a few questions and interrogate. You, stay here with him, see if he talks.’’ Bellamy grabs me. But I can’t fight him, my strength and vision too weak. He climbs up the ladder, then has the other person lift me up so he can grab me. He hooks his arm under my armpits and pulls me up. I grunt at the force, but he doesn’t care. He throws me onto the floor, and I lay my head back on the cold floor.  

‘’Since I know now you speak English, I have a few questions. And you will answer them.’’ He pushes me to the wall and ties my hands up to a bar that stick out of the wall. My strength comes back, and I can fully see Bellamy.

‘’That’s never going to happen. You can do what you want with me.’’ I spit at him and glare.  

‘’How many of you are there?’’ He asks, not caring about my previous statement.

‘’For someone whose first language isn’t English, I think I made it pretty clear I’m not answering your questions, Bellamy.’’  

‘’So, you know who I am?’’ He smirks.  

‘’Don’t pride yourself.’’ I chuckle, dismissing him. I don’t tell him, but I know the names of all my enemies. Lincoln wants to be friends with these people, and keep it peaceful between our people, so I oblige.  

‘’Why does your brother keep a book with all of us in it, and cross them out when they die? Why did your people stab Finn?’’ He asks. I just lean back against the wall and look at him. I see him breath heavily, getting annoyed. ‘’Tell me!’’ I don’t even flinch when he shouts. He comes to me and raises his hand to slap me. He does, and I bite the inside of me cheek. I turn my head and spit out the blood from my mouth.  

‘’Torture is not the way to go, big-shot. Have you not seen my brother? We’re made to withstand this.’’ I say to him. He sighs in frustration knowing I’m right. People like him crumble under the first sign of torture. One of their own was captured and he told us everything in the first few days. He goes down the ladder and leave me to my thoughts.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day, I wake up to someone opening the door and coming to where I am. I see Bellamy coming to me, along with the same guy that helped me up the ladder yesterday.  

‘’Morning, big-shot. What have you got for me today?’’ I smart talk to him.  

‘’He’s going to be watching you. I’m leaving for the day.’’ He says.  

‘’Thanks for letting me know your plans. I care so much.’’ I say in a fake voice and fake smile.

‘’Got a mouth on you. Bellamy let me show her the consequences.’’ The man says, he gets closer to me, but Bellamy sticks his arm out to stop him.

‘’Do not raise your hand.’’ He speaks to the man, then turns to me, ‘’Keep speaking that way and I’ll cut out your tongue.’’  

‘’Good luck with that.’’ I mumble under my breath. He says something to the other guy and leaves the room. I look at him, and see he is glaring at me. I don’t say anything to him, I just look everywhere, taking in my surroundings. A few minutes later, noise makes me open my eyes.

‘’Octavia, you know you aren’t supposed to be in here.’’ The man says when the door is opened, and Octavia pops up.  

‘’Relax. I just thought you might be hungry. It’s a peace offering, I was stupid. They aren’t worth it.’’ I silently scoff, knowing how much my brother admires her.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s been almost a day since I’ve been in this room. My guard fell asleep, so I’ve just been sitting here, wondering how I can get out of this. The door opens again, and I look to it.  

‘’Octavia?’’ I ask. She has clothes in her hands and she runs to me.

‘’Come on. I’m getting you out of here.’’ She cuts the rope holding my wrists and helps me up.

‘’Where’s Lincoln?’’ I ask her.

‘’He’s downstairs. You need to hurry, we don’t have much time.’’ She helps me put on the jacket.  

‘’They’ll know I’m not one of you.’’

‘’They won’t. They’re all tripping. Let’s go.’’ She goes down the ladder, then I go next. I see Lincoln, leaning over in pain. I grab him lightly and hug him.

‘’We need to go.’’ He says. I nod. I go down the ladder first, so I can make sure he gets down okay. A few seconds goes by before he finally comes down. I wrap his arm around my shoulders for support. We run out of the shelter and stop when we run into one of the Sky People. He looks at us, and we keep our eyes on him before we sprint into the woods. I get Lincoln to his cave before I go back to the Sky camp, wanting to see how they react to us being gone.  

‘’Bellamy. The grounders are gone.’’

‘’Bellamy, what do we do?’’  

More people overlap each other in a terrified panic.