#marper

do you devour spaceship dramas like star trek: voyager? explorations of linguistics in alternate history/sci-fi settings and conlangs? deeply traumatized found family? female protagonists who were underserved by canon's writers who are lovingly brought to life in fic?

whether you've ever seen The 100 or you didn't even know that the show took place anywhere other than the woods of vancouver, this story is for you. truly, if ANY of the above hits a narrative beat you look for, you will have a fantastic time falling in love with harper mcintyre and the spacekru the way i did.

raunon

...is a fic by my dear friend that diverges from The 100 canon after season 4 and takes us into the time gap between s4 and s5. on its face, the fic sets out to ask the question: what if harper had tried to take jasper with them up to the Go-Sci Ring? in doing so, the fic reveals another layer: what else might monty have meant when he said harper was the only girl he'd ever loved? and who is harper mcintyre, anyways?

Day 2: Family, Friends, Loved Ones

(A little modern au Drabble for my 100 favs ❤️)

Monty hasn’t seen his family in years. It’s not that he doesn’t want to. It’s just that… they slowly drifted apart. Monty’s worldview gradually changed as he learned more about it and the struggles others have to overcome.

He’s grateful for his parents. They helped him get to where he is now. He still loves them — cherishes them — and would drop everything if they ever need him, but there’s a line between them that he can’t seem to erase anymore.

Someone in the house shouts in dismay as the sounds of children laughing follow shortly after. Video games play from the television in the other room. Something heavenly wafts in from the kitchen. Monty has no doubt Murphy is cooking something amazing.

His home is boisterous. His home is lived in and full of love. There are small notches in the door frame to the right, where Lexa nicked the wood every year on Jordan’s birthday to show how much he’s grown. Beside it, are similar notches for her and Clarke’s daughter, Madi.

Monty smiles at the permanent marks, remembering how upset Harper had been at first. But then Lexa talked about how they needed to make their mark to show the world that they were there, and Harper caved.

“What are you so deep into thought about?” Harper asks as she falls onto the couch beside him. There’s a soft smile on her face and a shine in her eyes. A strand of hair falls into her face, and Monty brushes it back. His fingers slowly follow the curve of her face.

“Just how lucky I am to have everyone here,” he whispers, knowing that it’s true to his very core. She beams at him, and Monty doesn’t know what he’d ever do without her or Jordan in his life.

Harper shifts until she’s pressed against his side. Monty wraps an arm around her shoulders, keeping her close. If they close their eyes and focus, they can hear Lincoln and Clarke discussing various art styles, Emori and Murphy singing along to the rock song playing from the stereo, and Octavia yelling at Bellamy to stop giving her “helpful” tips while she’s trying focus on her game.

“Family comes in all shapes and sizes,” Harper whispers, pressing a kiss to his cheek. She hugs him around the middle so she can comfortably rest her cheek on his shoulder. They sit in silence as they let the sounds of their loved ones wrap around them.

Just then, Murphy appears in the doorway with an apron covering his front and looking more domestic than Monty has ever seen him. He doesn’t even glance at the couple as he yells into the house, “Dinner’s ready you psychopaths and delinquents!”

Marx: I love my A.I. 💜