“Monty. Jasper. Moonshine and advice time.” She says in greeting as she pushes her way into their tent. They were her first real friends on the ground, Jasper endearing her by being a chemistry nerd and Monty winning her over with… well, moonshine.

“Heyyy birdy, wassup?” Jasper calls to her from where he’s reclining on a pile of furs, “If you want advice on the Clarke thing, I’d say sort it out. Well, shouldn’tve punched her in the first place, but she’s good people. S’not her fault.”

She snorts at his drawn out and slightly slurred words, knowing him and Monty have probably been “testing” the herbs they’ve found. She accepts a cup of alcohol and slumps down next to them before taking a swig of the terrible stuff. It burns her mouth and throat before settling like a lump of heated metal in the bottom of her stomach, but she bears with it for the numbness that she knows will soon follow.

“Not the issue. I made up with her already, broke up with Finn, the whole nine yards.” She takes another healthy drink before switching to sips, knowing that Monty’s personal stash of moonshine has a habit of sneaking up on you if you drink it too fast. There are many experiences that Raven has enjoyed since coming to Earth, scrubbing vomit out of her shoes is not one of the,.

“Then whassa problem?” Monty chimes in, and Raven takes another drink before replying. The numbness begins to spread through her limbs, erasing all the aches and pains that are a constant reminder of the price of their continued survival on Earth. It also spreads to her mind, slightly lowering that oh so valuable verbal filter.

“Made up too much.” At the confused looks from the two stoners she heaves a sigh and clarifies, “Made up and made out with her.”

“Woah!” The exclamation is synchronized and when they bump their fists together, Raven just shakes her head.

“So, still not seeing a problem. Lesbians are cooool.” Jaspers giggles.

“Well, the problem is, I also made out with Bellamy. And so did Clarke. And then Clarke ran away and Bellamy said he likes us both and I have no idea what the fuck I should do next.”

The grins fall from Monty and Jaspers faces, and Monty silently pours her another drink before replying.

“My genuine advice? Sleep on it. A good few nights. Get some distance from everything and then make a decision.”

“Yeah, what he said. But for now, wanna help us test some herbs?” And the grins are back. Raven ponders for half a heartbeat before pounding back the drink in her hand.

“Hell yes I do, but I sure hope you guys have food stashed this time. We don’t need to wake everyone up in a hunt for rations again.” They all laugh and Monty throws back a blanket to show her a healthy supply of food that should get them through the night just fine. And so Raven lets go of her worries, of thinking about Clarke and Bellamy, and spends an evening she won’t remember most of, laughing with her friends.

She wakes the next morning with Jasper and Monty piled on top of her, hungover to hell and mouth tasting horribly of whatever they’d tried last night. Some type of flower, if her fuzzy memory is anything to go by. Raven lets out a groan as she pushes the unconscious boys off of her, admiring their ability to actually sleep it off. They might spend the next day after a particularly good night asleep, but they never wake up with any form of hangover.

She growls at the sunlight when she finally manages to stumble out of their tent. People move out of her way as she marches over to one of the water barrels and dunks her head in it, coming up with a gasp and immediately feeling much better. A few swished mouthfuls removes the lingering taste of last night and soon Raven feels almost human again.

“Yo, Ray!” Gray, one of the guards who’s helped her on bullet duty in the past, comes up and claps her on the shoulder, “Got a special assignment if you want. Bellamy’s sending out an extended hunting party to try and gather a bunch of meat from the farther reaches of our territory. Wanna join us?”

Raven pulls her lower lip between her teeth as she considers it, weighing the pros and cons. Pro, she wouldn’t have to deal with Bellamy or Clarke until she knows what she wants. Con, she would get to see Bellamy or Clarke for a while. She makes up her mind and smiles at Gray.

“When do we leave?”

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The hunting trip is good. They gather a few large kills and only have one idiot get injured when he decides to go for a swim in the river they know has a giant, hungry snake in it. He gets away with a minor bite and the nickname “snake lover”. Most importantly, though, Raven reaches a decision on the trip.

She doesn’t talk to anyone about it, recognizing that this is something she has to sort out on her own. It’s her own happiness she’s considering, and the happiness of two people she cares about, so no one else really has a say in the matter. It takes a long time and a lot of frustrating mental arguments with herself, but eventually she comes up with an idea that hopefully both Clarke and Bellamy will be amenable to.

Raven wants to be with both of them, and given the way Clarke and Bellamy were acting, they all want to be with each other. In the end, she can’t see any good reason why they shouldn’t be together, the three of them. Sure, some people will be idiots and say things in ignorance, but why should that affect their happiness?

So Raven immediately begins her search for Bellamy or Clarke when they return to camp, cheers welcoming them back with vigour. A quick scan of the crowd shows neither of them, and although Raven knows they’ll show up soon, she wants to find them now. Before her nerve is gone and she begins to think about either of them shooting her down.

She goes to Bellamy’s tent first, only by virtue of the fact that it’s closer to her. She barges in without permission, knowing that she won’t be interrupting anything embarrassing. Bellamy had already confessed to her, and if she walked in on him and Clarke, well… That would make things much more interesting.

Bellamy is alone in his tent, though, tying the laces of his boots. He must have been just about to leave to join the party she can hear growing outside the thin fabric walls of the tent.

“Raven!” He exclaims in surprise, “You’re back! Not that that’s surprising, really, the surprising part is that you left in the first place. Without saying anything to anyone.”

“Not important now.” She says, crossing the tent to stand in front of him with her arms crossed. She rushes right into the heart of things, not wanting to second guess herself now. “I like you, Bellamy. And Clarke. And you like both of us. So I think we should be together.”

Bellamy’s face is a study in contrasting emotions, joy and disappointment and trepidation all evident across his features. “But what about Clarke?”

Raven shakes her head and replies, “No, you misunderstood. I think we should all be together. You and me and Clarke. One big happy, kinky relationship.” His eyes light up and he smiles.

“You really think that could work?” Her heart soars at the hope in his voice. One down, one to go.

“Absolutely. Now, are you in, or what?”

Bellamy stands up and looks at her for a moment, searching for something in her. He nods, after a moment, and says two words that make Raven happier than she had thought possible.

“I’m in.”

There aren’t words in any language Raven knows to describe her joy at that moment, so she kisses him. Contrary to the mood in the ten moments prior, there’s nothing soft about it. His lips are chapped from weeks on Earth, struggling to survive. It speaks to her of the strength it must have taken him, and she wants more. She wants to feel that strength, let it take over her, become one with it. She tangles her fingers in his dishevelled hair as he grabs her waist and pulls her flush to him. His hands spread across her back and he grinds his hips against her, his arousal already evident. Not that she’s any less aroused. She bites hard at his lower lip, earning a sharp intake of breath and a chuckle.

“Should have known you’d be a feisty one, Reyes.” He says, moving his lips down to her neck. It’s lovely, but after being away from him for a while she wants more.

“What are you going to do about it, shooter?”

That gets her the response she wants, a growl as he throws her roughly on the makeshift bed. He grinds his knee between her legs and leans down to bite sharply at her collarbone. She lets out a moan and tries to get more friction against his leg, but he pulls away ever so slightly.

“Maybe,” he says, breath ghosting over her ear, “I should give you a new nickname to call me. Or maybe,” his hands lightly brushes over the crotch of her pants, the most infuriating of teasing touches, “I should punish you. Make you fall apart, and take what I want from you.”

“Fuck yes.” She gasps, desperate for something, anything, more.

He smiles and leans back to pull his shirt off and toss it aside before reaching down to help her do the same. Which is, of course, when Clarke enters his tent, concern written across her face.

“Bellamy, everyone’s—Oh.” Her eyes widen and pain takes over her features as she takes in the sight of Raven spread beneath Bellamy, half-clothed. “You two are- yeah- okay, um. I-I’m really happy for you guys.”

Raven’s heart breaks as Clarke turns and runs away, unshed tears glimmering in her eyes.

“Dammit!” Raven curses herself as she gets out from under Bellamy faster than she would have thought possible or desirable, “Should have asked her before jumping into bed with you. You just… stay, okay? I’ll sort this out.”

Bellamy looks sufficiently stunned that she doesn’t worry about him wandering off. She’ll go get Clarke, explain things to her, and then come back for hot, rough sex with him in no time. Raven glances around quickly as she leaves the tent, air cold on her exposed stomach. At least she’d had the forethought to pull her sports bra back on.

There. She sees a wisp of long, blonde hair disappear past the wall. She curses Clarke for being stupid enough to go out beyond the wall at night, then gets mad at herself because it was her own lack of restraint that hurt Clarke enough to make her feel the need to flee. She pauses for a moment at the wall before rushing past it, hoping that the grounders aren’t in a murderous mood tonight.

It doesn’t take her long to find Clarke. She just follows the heartbreaking sounds of crying, and there she is. Clarke is sitting with her back against a tree, knees curled to her chest and face buried in her arms as she sobs. Raven feels Clarke’s pain sharp in her own chest, as if she had hurt herself with this misunderstanding, not just Clarke. She crosses the space between them slowly before kneeling in front of Clarke, reaching out before retracting her hand. Clarke may not want to be touched right now.

“Hey Clarke.” Her voice is soft and quiet, an attempt to soothe her princess with her voice. She scans the area quickly for Grounders or nosey delinquents, thankfully seeing nothing out of place in the forest.

“’mnot crying ‘bout you. ‘s something, else, promise. You ‘n Bell’ll be cute together.” Clarke doesn’t raise her head as she replies, and Raven can’t resist the urge to touch her. She reaches out and tucks some of Clarke’s hair behind her ear, prompting her to raise her head with a gentle caress.

“You sure about that, sweetheart? ‘cause I know I would be crying if I were in your shoes right now.” Clarke reluctantly meets her gaze, brow furrowing in confusion before replying.

“Why?”

“Because I care about you.” Raven says with a kind smile, dropping her hand to Clarke’s shoulder and idly brushing her thumb in circles, “And about Bellamy. If I saw you guys together without knowing what I know, it would kill me.”

“What do you know that I don’t?” At least Clarke isn’t crying any more. Raven feels her heart lift at that.

“I made a suggestion to Bellamy, and I’m going to make the same suggestion to you. Admittedly, I should have asked you before doing anything with him. But, well,” she shrugs helplessly, “hindsight is 20/20. What I propose, and Bellamy is in favour of this, by the way, is that we get together. The three of us.”

“How would that even work?” Clarke questions, but she doesn’t outright reject Raven, not yet.

“Not quite sure on the details, but you like Bellamy and me, yeah? I like both of you, and he likes both of us. So the way I see it, there’s no reason why we can’t all be happy together. Why should we have to choose who to hurt in order to pick on person to be with, when no one has to get hurt at all?”

Clarke thinks for a long time before replying, and Raven doesn’t try to rush her. This is a decision that Clarke has to make for herself, one that Raven shouldn’t try to influence. Much as she would love for Clarke to agree, it wouldn’t be healthy in the long run if she was persuaded or pressured into the relationship. Raven begins to think that she might face rejection here, when she’s so close to being completely happy, and then Clarke replies.

“Okay.”

It takes Raven a second to process the word and the implications it holds. She breaks out into a huge grin when her brain catches up to reality, “Okay?”

Clarke smiles in return and nods, “Okay, I’ll try it. Why not give happiness a shot?”

And Raven feels as if her chest might burst from the joy she feels. She’s won them over, or maybe she never needed to win them over in the first place. She doesn’t have to hurt one person in order to love the other. They can be happy, she knows they can. She sits there for a while, basking in the warmth of Clarke’s smile, before sliding her hand up the other girl’s shoulder, gently cupping the back of her neck before leaning in for a kiss.

It starts out chaste, just a form of affection and comfort. But then Clarke’s lips move against Raven’s and she feels desire flare up within her. Raven gently swipes her tongue past her own lips, tasting the salt on Clarke’s skin. Her hand moves forward to Clarke’s jaw, the gentles caress prompting Clarke to open her mouth slightly.

Raven feels a jolt of electricity as one of Clarke’s hands winds itself into her hair and the other slips under her bra, slender fingers rough with calluses dragging lightly over her nipples. She lets out a sigh that’s halfway to a moan against Clarke’s lips and breaks away just long enough to pull off the offending garment. Clarke stops her with a firm hand on her shoulder, eyes hungrily devouring the sight before her. Raven feels her cheeks warm at the lust in Clarke’s eyes.

And then Clarke leans forward, skilled tongue finding the delicate skin her fingers had been teasing just seconds prior. She sucks on Raven’s nipples, alternating slow strokes of her tongue with quick flicks that draw sharp breaths from Raven. Her fingers dance lightly over Raven’s skin, tracing hot lines of desire wherever they go. They settle at the waistband of her pants, dancing along the edge and only dipping in for brief moments before emerging to skate over Raven’s lower back again. Raven feels herself being driven mad by the teasing and pulls Clarke’s head back.

“You and Bellamy are conspiring to kill me with all this fucking teasing and not fucking… well, fucking, aren’t you?” Clarke laughs at that before reaching forward and grinding the heel of her hand between Raven’s thighs.

“You want something more like this, huh?” Clarke’s breath ghosts over Raven’s ear as she moans at the pressure finally being granted to her, “You want something quick.” Dextrous fingers undo her pants, “And fast.” A gasp as a finger delves into the dampness between her legs in a quick stroke, “And dirty.”

Clarke draws out her finger and licks at it obscenely, leaning back slightly to hold eye contact with Raven as she thoroughly cleans the juices off her finger.

“Fuck yes.” It’s more of a moan than actual words coming from Raven’s mouth, “Please, Clarke, I’ll do anything.”

The smile on Clarke’s lips is wicked, no other way to describe it, enticing Raven’s desire even more. “Well, if you’re a good girl and make me come, I might be inclined to return the favour.”

“Challenge fucking accepted.” Raven mumbles as she begins to tear off Clarke’s clothes. Every inch of skin she reveals is etched into her mind, the contrast of Clarke’s fairness with her own skin. Every article of clothing removed gets laid down to form a makeshift sheet. When Clarke is sitting before her, clad in only thin white panties and a smile, Raven picks her up and lays her down on the pile of clothes, holding herself above Clarke and drinking in the sight of her.

Clarke’s cheeks turn the most delicious shade of pink and Raven places light kisses at the rosy skin. She trails her lips down, biting and sucking at the flesh of Clarke’s neck before gently licking and stroking Clarke’s breasts, loving the little gasps she earns with every movement. She kisses down Clarke’s stomach, dipping her tongue into her navel and earning another gasp.

Raven’s hands caress Clarke’s legs, bending them at the knee and spreading them to either side of her shoulders. She nuzzles at Clarke’s panties, feeling the heat and moisture of Clarke’s desire seeping through. Her hands inch their way up Clarke’s thighs, aiming to drive Clarke mad but desperate to reach the end goal in their own right.

“Raven.” It’s a breathy sigh, not demanding at all, and Raven looks up to see Clarke watching her with adoration and desire written across her features. Holding Clarke’s gaze with her own, Raven drags her mouth over the fabric of Clarke’s panties, causing Clarke to thrown her head back in a quiet moan.

Raven smiles and hooks her fingers into the waist of Clarke’s underwear, quickly removing it and casting it aside without care for where it falls. She gently strokes the sensitive skin of Clarke’s upper thighs before leaning in, lapping at her moisture with long strokes of her tongue.

Clarke moans above her, and Raven feels hands on her head again, holding her in place. As if she had any intention of leaving. She sucks at Clarke’s clit, wanting to draw all the sounds out of Clarke that she can. She lightly brushes at Clarke’s entrance with a finger, a silent question.

“Please.” Clarke moans, and Raven pushes inside her with one finger, adding a second after a moment. She crooks her fingers, dragging them against the nerves in Clarke’s soft flesh, revelling in the way Clarke tenses around her whenever she combines a thrust of her fingers with a flick of her tongue.

“Fuck, Raven, don’t stop!” And Raven doesn’t. She would continue this forever if it meant hearing Clarke’s litany of curses and moans and sighs. The fingers in her hair clench in unison with the muscles around her fingers, and Raven eases her attentions, gently stroking Clarke through her orgasm.

She pulls her fingers out and lays next to Clarke, who grabs her hand and begins to suck on the digits, prompting a low moan from her.

“Now, I know I said I would return the favour,” Clarke says between quick licks of her tongue, “But since we left Bellamy all alone in his tent, it would be cruel to leave him out of this, don’t you think?”

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  “Hey bitch.”

              Clarke turns at the voice behind her just in time to make her face intimately acquainted with Raven’s fist. The sound of colliding flesh rings through the camp and for a second, everyone stops. Then, as Clarke stumbles back and raises her hand to her face and Raven shakes out her fist, the camp springs into action. People begin to shout and cheer, eager for a fight to entertain them.

              “Shit” Bellamy mutters, pushing his way through the crowd. There was a time when he would have loved to see Clarke taken down a peg, but now he’d begun to grudgingly respect the girl.

              “How about next time you feel the need to fuck someone, you stay the hell away from my boyfriend?” Raven glares at the stunned Clarke, forming a fist again as Bellamy reaches them.

              “Stop this.” He says, grabbing her wrist to prevent another attack, “Not here.”

              “No, I think here is just fine.” Raven spits back, wrenching her arm free. Bellamy sighs and tries again.

              “Listen, you can beat the shit out of her if you want, but not in front of everyone.”

              Raven takes a moment before letting out something akin to a growl. “Fine.”

              “Clarke, come on.” He says, guiding a still majorly pissed off Raven towards his tent. It may not be as private as he could hope for, but it’s the best they have. As he passes Finn, who at least looks suitably mortified, he grabs the spacewalker’s shirt and grits out, “You are going to clean up your mess.”

              As he gently pushes Raven through the tent flap and practically throws Finn in, Bellamy turns back to the crowd of people still staring at the spectacle.

              “I expect this section of the wall to be done by nightfall. And trust me, no one wants to disappoint me today.” He shouts in his most done-with-this-shit voice, “Get back to work!”

              As everyone scrambles back to work he follows Clarke, who seems to be regaining some of her senses, into the tent and braces himself.

              “I didn’t know he was anyone’s boyfriend.” Clarke cuts off an angry remark from Raven before it leaves her mouth.

              “What.” Raven says, her voice dropping from it’s firey rage into something much colder and much more terrifying.

              “I swear, I didn’t—“

              “No, I heard you.” Raven snaps, bringing a hand up to cut off Clarke’s repeated explanation. She turns to Finn, “What does she mean, Finn? She didn’t know? You didn’t tell the girl you knew well enough to fuck? Did you tell anyone about me?”

              She advances towards Finn as she questions him, and Bellamy tells himself that he will stop her if she tries to kill him. Maybe not right away, but before she actually kills him.

              “I-I-I—It was – I mean – We were on Earth a-a-and –“

              “And. What.” She hisses, inches away from Finn’s rapidly paling face.

              “W-wh-whatever  the h-hell we want?” He squeaks, looking past her at Bellamy.

              Suddenly the attention of a murderous Raven and a confused Clarke lock on to him and he raises his hands in surrender, scoffing slightly, “Don’t try to bring me into this buddy. “Whatever the hell we want” isn’t free endorsement to cheat on your girlfriend. That’s on you.”

              He’s never been a fan of Finn, but now that he knows the guy lied to Clarke and cheated on Raven, he really wants to punch him. Clarke may be a pain in his ass some of the time, but she deserves better. And Raven is one of the toughest girls he’s met. Finn must have a death wish, to have pissed off both of them with one action.

              “I, just, I was confused, and Clarke was kind and pretty and-“

              “That’s it.” Bellamy says, as colour rises to Clarke’s cheeks and her eyebrows raise in indignation. He knows Raven wouldn’t be stupid enough to buy that shit, but he feels the need to protect her from Finn’s insincerity none the less. In two steps he’s across the tent and his fist is stinging from its brief encounter with Finn.

              Silence follows, much more prolonged than the silence after Raven had punched Clarke. Everyone is staring at him as Bellamy resolutely stares at anything other than Finn, in order to prevent himself from beating the liar senseless. Then Clarke’s attention drifts to Finn’s reddening cheek.

              “I wish you’d let me do that.”

              Raven whips around to look at Clarke, as if she’d forgotten the other girl was still there. For a moment Bellamy thinks that he’ll have to restrain her, but then Raven does the unexpected and starts to laugh. Her laugh is like everything she does, full bodied and strong. She’s pretty all the time, but that laugh makes her absolutely gorgeous. Bellamy briefly wonders if she does everything else with that much passion…

              “Yeah, me too.” She lets out with a chuckle, the tension between her and Clarke apparently gone.

              But then she turns back to Finn and any good humour in her eyes is gone in an instant, “You lied to Clarke. You tried to lie to me. And for that you can stay away from the both of us. We’re done.”

              With that, Raven strides out of the tent, leaving Finn gaping. But he then realizes Clarke and still looking at him and turns his attention to her.

              “Princess—“

                        “Don’t call me that!” She rushes forward, fury written plain across her face. But Bellamy steps in and grabs her arms, causing her to struggle and fling obscenities at him. He figures that one prominent bruise is enough for Finn, and he doesn’t want people thinking that he beat the shit out Finn, much as he may like to.

              “You should go.” He tells Finn, more an order than a suggestion. To his credit, Finn doesn’t protest, just flees like a man who’s life is in danger. Which, if the threats Clarke is listing are to be believed, it is.

              “Settle down, Princess.” He says, releasing his grip on her arms in order to wrap his arms around her, restraining her while hopefully providing her some reassurance, “He’s gone. And if he ever bothers you again, we can banish him. Come on, Princess, you’re a leader. What is he? Nothing. He’s just a spacewalker trapped on the ground.”

              He keeps muttering to her until Clarke stops struggling. Her shoulders begin to shake and he hears quite sobs escaping her mouth. He relaxes his grip on her slightly, so that her arms are no longer trapped against his chest, but she stays there with her head resting on his shoulder as she cries.

              In that moment Bellamy feels his heart break. This gorgeous, strong woman is leaning on him, allowing him to support her as she falls apart. He sees a whole new side of Clarke as her sensitive soul is bared through her tears and she mutters about how much she hates Finn. He brings his hand up to the back of her head and hovers it there for a second, unsure of weather he should touch her or not. But he gives in and begins to stroke her hair, humming along to her tearful ranting.

              “I trusted him.” She finishes, which almost sends Bellamy sprinting out of the tent in order to hunt down and kill Finn, but he can’t leave Clarke alone. He’ll never leave her alone.

              “Trust someone better next time.” He whispers as he presses a kiss to the top of her head.