#the 100 reader inserts

Synopsis: Continuation on Silence of the Storm (Part 1)

Warnings: Angst, mentions of blood

A/N: OMG this is probably the best thing I’ve written yet. Due to Silence of the Storm being my most popular imagine, I’ve decided to make a continuation of it! If you’d like to see more parts in the future, please leave a request for it, reblog this post, like, comment, pretty much whatever to let me know!

Song to listen to: WILD by Troye Sivan 

Summary: Reader gets attacked out of nowhere with a knife in her stomach while on a hunt. The grounder isn’t found and the reader passes out.

Word Count: 1,239

A/N: I combined two requests and I am bolding prompts that have been requested.

*UNEDITED*

“Hey, Y/N?” Myles walked over to you with two guns in his hands. 

“What’s up Myles?” You put down the firewood you were carrying and took a step closer to him.

“A couple of us are going hunting. You want to come?” Your eyes widened. You couldn’t resist a day of exploring the Earth more than you already have.

“Absolutely. Meet you by the gate in ten.” Myles nodded and handed you one of the guns he was carrying. He left you to go meet up with the guys.

Hands down, you were the best hunter out of the 100. Bellamy was impressed with your impeccable aim. He would never tell you that of course, but you already knew. Everybody knew.

You strolled over to the gate to meet up with the hunting group. It wasn’t surprising that Bellamy decided to tag along too. They all turned their heads to look at you. The group included about 5 horny boys, including Myles and Bellamy. Some guy you didn’t know all that well lets out a wolf whistle. You roll your eyes and push past them.

“Let’s go ballerinas.” They glance at each other then to you, more likely your ass. It didn’t bother you though. You were pretty confident with your body and the attention never seemed to bother you either. However, some of the girls back at camp were jealous of you and the attention you were receiving. It’s safe to say almost every guy in the 100 wanted to have sex with you to prove their dominance over the others. Guys and their damn testosterone (Like, really. C’mon)

The group was mainly following you, a few paces behind so they could murmur to themselves about you. Bellamy wasn’t far behind either, but didn’t engage in any contact with the rest of the guys. You weren’t that friendly with Bellamy, but you didn’t hate him as much as you disliked the rest of the boys in camp. You thought his heart was always in the right place, just maybe not his brain. The decisions he made were always in the best interest of Octavia. This was something you found very attractive about him, but you knew it was better to steer clear from any close relationships, since any of you could die at any moment on Earth.

You and the group were walking for about an hour when you came across a mutated deer. You signaled for the boys to be quiet and raised your gun. Bellamy spoke up to give orders, but you had other plans.

“-then i’ll steer to the left with Myles and Dax. The rest of you go right and we surround Bambi.” You rolled your eyes and crouched down to hide yourself slightly. “Y/N. Get back to your assigned side.” You turned back to face Bellamy and retort.

“Since when did I start taking orders from you? Plus, I’m busy, can I ignore you some other time?” You turned back around once again, raised your gun. The sights were aimed down directly on the deer’s heart. A second went by and you took the shot, the deer falling over, laying helpless on the ground. You stood up and walked proudly to the animal to claim your prize.

“Now do you want to help, or ju-” Out of nowhere, a knife came flying into your stomach. Holy shit, there is a knife in my stomach!

“Y/N!” Bellamy started running towards you, but couldn’t get there in time because you fainted and fell to the ground. Your world went black and all you remember is Bellamy’s face appearing in your blurry vision before the life left your eyes.

You woke up in the drop ship, Clarke sleeping by your bedside, arms folded and head rested on top of the table you lied upon. Out of the 100, Clarke was the person you best got along with. You agreed with her on almost everything and she was the only one you could open up to since that especially hard for you. When you opened your eyes and tried to get comfortable, Clarke woke up. She widened her eyes as you grunted in pain. She stood up and help you sit on the table. 

“Damn, I was trying not to wake you.” Clarke chuckled and held your hand in hers.

“Are you feeling okay? How’s your wound?” You pushed yourself off the table and to your feet.

“I’ll live. Where’s Bellamy? I have to thank him for rushing to my aid. Never would’ve bet money on that happening.” You lightly laughed and felt a serious pain in your abdomen. Your hand instinctively went to your stomach, grunting when your wound came in contact with your shirt fabric. The bandages weren’t completely covering the incision.

“Woah, slow down there. You’re in pain and you need time to heal. I’ve arranged for you to stay in Bellamy’s tent. He has a bigger mattress and you’ll need the quiet.” Clarke stood up and took your wrists to prevent you from falling.

“That’s cool with me. Just help me get there before everything goes to hell.” Clarke wrapped your arm around her neck as hers went to your side. She helped you walk back to Bellamy’s tent. He wasn’t there so Clarke took it upon herself to make you comfortable. She set water on the ground by the bed and gave you a book to read if you got bored. Clarke set ground rules, like not leaving bed for a little less than a week. When she left, you took a sip of your water and picked up the book to read. You were stuck on the same word for five minutes.

Soon enough, Bellamy walked into the tent and was surprised to see you laying in his bed. By the look on his face, he had absolutely no idea you were staying in his tent for the week. You looked up from your book to address him.

“I take it Clarke never told you I was on bedrest in your tent for the week.” He shook his head. 

“I’ll take the drop ship mattress so you can get some rest.” Bellamy turned and started to walk out of the tent before you stopped him.

“Can you stay in here tonight?” Bellamy turned around and nodded. He sat on  the edge of the bed and took off his shirt.

“Sure. I guess i’m going to be taking care of you for the week. Not that I mind or anything.” You became a little flustered and immediately cut your thoughts off by speaking up.

“Yeah. By the way, i’ve been meaning to thank you for taking me back to camp and allowing me to stay here.” Bellamy laid down on the opposite side of the makeshift bed and sighed.

“It’s no problem, really. I actually enjoy your company quite a bit.” You smirked and sank down further into the blankets.

“The feeling is mutual. Goodnight, Bell.” You closed your eyes and missed the way that Bellamy grinned when you confessed that you felt the same way and called him by the nickname only Octavia used.

Summary: Just like werewolves, humans have their tactics to claim a mate as theirs. Yours seems to be marking up your boyfriend’s back and neck with scratches and bite marks.

Warning: Hinting of sex

Word Count: 385

It was early in the morning. You and Raven were early birds and got up before most. She invited you to eat breakfast with her and you accepted. Raven was your best friend ever since she came down in the pod from the Ark. You initially thought she was badass and Raven felt the same way about you. 

Raven always asked you about your boyfriend, Bellamy, and you had to give her all the juicy details of your encounters. You walked to sit by the logs in the middle of camp after breakfast. Raven was close behind, following you and sitting down by your side. 

“Spill.” She nudged your shoulder and you almost fell over. Raven was filled with anticipation, wanting to hear everything about your night with Bellamy. Of course you played dumb for the fun of it.

“Spill what?” You furrowed your eyebrows and tried to look confused. Raven nodded her head behind you guys in the direction of a sleepy Bellamy stretching. He was shirtless and was facing the opposite direction, muscles flexing in his back, torso, and arms. His back was scratched up from your night together, almost everyone knew why. Nearly half the camp was up and was watching Bellamy, mostly the girls who swoon over him daily.

You smiled at the sight and got up from your seat to go kiss him good morning. Bellamy turned around and grinned from seeing a small hickey he placed close to your ear, so it was only visible to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you were on your tip toes. He enveloped you in a tight hug, arms holding your waist tightly, as if he never wanted to let you go.

“What were you and Raven smiling about?” He furrowed his eyebrows. You pulled back and smiled at Bellamy. 

“Raven noticed the scratch marks I left on your back from last night.” Bell smirked and looked around to see most of the camp looking at you two.

Requested

Summary: When Murphy returns to camp, you immediately receive his virus. Bellamy cares for you and realizes he has hidden feelings for you even he didn’t know were there.

Warning: None

Word Count: 541

A/N: Sorry this is so short! Exams over this week so request!! Didn’t proof read.

“Y/N! Come quick!” A girl screamed far from where you were. You had just woken up from a nap by the campfire. You rushed over to where she was. Everyone there was awaiting your arrival. The delinquents trusted you. Even Bellamy trusted you. Not to your surprise, you quickly became one of the leaders in camp within minutes of being on the ground. You had won over most of the kids and Bellamy resented you for it. It was mainly because any argument you had, people would side with you instead of him.

“What’s going on?” You reached the crowd and started to shove your way through to see the main attraction. “Murphy? What the hell are you doing here?” John looked at you and backed away slightly, which made it obvious he was scared of you. 

“I- I was running from t- the grounders. They left my cage open.”  Murphy frantically looked around to check if any grounders followed him back to camp.

“They let you go.” Clarke crouched behind you, suddenly realizing that something was wrong with this picture. “His fingernails are ripped off. They tortured him.”

Once the group retreated back to the drop ship with John, you started to feel a little dizzy. You tripped over your feet and leaned into a tree to balance yourself. Your head was pounding. Bellamy glanced at you before you fell over.

“Y/N!” Bell rushed over to you, catching your limp body before you touched the ground. He brought you back to the drop ship and yelled for Clarke. You touched your nose and felt blood. Your vision was blurry and realized it was blood mixed with tears. Clarke and Bellamy laid you down on a hammock nearby. You vomited blood and your shirt was instantly soaked. 

“Here, turn over on your side.” Clarke helped you turn over and she wiped the blood from your face. 

“Clarke, he stopped breathing!” Some teenager yelled from across the room and you barely made out the face of the boy lying on the ground, helpless. It was Derek. You didn’t know him well, but well enough to know that he didn’t deserve to die. None of you did.

“Go. Help them. I’ll be okay.” Clarke nodded asked Bellamy to finish what she started. He carefully cleaned your face as if you were fragile enough to break.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you, Y/N.” Bell mumbled under his breath so only you could hear.  His voice slightly cracked and you saw a tear stream down his face. “You can’t die on me. Not now.” You leaned over and Bellamy pulled you in closer as he wrapped his big, muscular arms around your petite figure. In that moment, you felt safe, like Bellamy was your home.

“Thank you, Bell. I love you so much.” Bell’s eyes widened and the corners of his mouth twitched up into a smile. 

^Requested^ 

Summary: You are captured by Mount Weather, along with what’s left of the 100, yet you are having the best time out of all the remaining delinquents. You form friendships with the children during your time there. When Clarke and Bellamy are reaching a decision in the control room, you try and convince them not to radiate level 5. When they do, you’re heartbroken and Bellamy comforts you, and you comfort him.

Warning: Events at Mount Weather, death of many

Word Count: 2444 (I got carried away, again)

Living in Mount Weather was turning out to be one of the best things that has happened to you in a long time. You loved the people and the facility. The children had helped you through your depression, and they were the reason you were still alive. The kids reminded you of how lucky you were to be on the ground, safe from harm. You were in the classrooms most of the time, and you wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

Even though you cared for the 100 and they were your only family, they couldn’t compare to the kids you interacted with. They had new views on life and crazy opinions on everything. Nobody had the mind of a kid. When you were younger, there was so much you weren’t exposed to. These kids have never had to wear the same clothes for 3 days because their parents couldn’t afford to get more, or eat less because there needs to be enough for everybody. They had nothing to worry about, and their happiness brought you happiness.

The people of Mount Weather had been extremely kind to you. Everyone cared for you and wanted to hear your opinion. You had always been quiet, but here they encouraged otherwise. You voiced your opinion and turned out to have great ideas for future ideas and innovations. At Mount Weather, you felt accepted and free. You had found yourself and you never wanted to let that go.

Back at the delinquent camp, you were a shadow, nothing shy of an extra mouth to feed. You had become friends with Clarke, Finn, Octavia, Jasper, Raven, and Bellamy. They loved you and made sure that you felt wanted at all times. You became exceptionally close to Octavia, and that drew you and Bellamy together. He was a person you could confide in, your rock. O was still your good friend, just not your best friend. Bellamy Blake had that spot reserved ever since you two met. It was hard being away from him at Mount Weather, but there was no doubt in your mind that he was alive. If Bellamy had died, you would have known.

It was an early Saturday morning when you got up to start your day. Nobody was up yet in the dormitory you stayed in with the delinquents. You slowly snuck out to get dressed and ready. You were going to spend the entire day with the kids in the elementary wing. They were excited to have you come in. It was going to be great, or at least you thought so.

After breakfast, you made your way to join the elementary class you stuck with for your time in Mount Weather. Every stranger you passed gave you a nice smile and a wave. You generally smiled back, but today you had rushed to the elementary wing. You couldn’t wait to see the children.

It didn’t take you long to get to the wing, especially since you went there practically every day. When you arrived, the kids were filing into the classroom you hung out in. They all rushed over to you when they saw you walk down the hall. You crouched down to meet their height level. You hugged back and  smiled brightly. The kids were lead back in the classroom by their teacher who knew you well. Her name was Rose and she was a good friend of yours. You two had instantly bonded when you had asked to help in the elementary wing because young children brought you so much joy. She accepted and you had been helping her out for the past few weeks. 

Rose gave you a small smile and quickly turned to address the child tugging at her leg. You laughed and followed the line of kids to their classroom. It was going to be a memorable day and you were going to make the most of it.

It hadn’t been long before the kids insisted on taking you to the art room across the hall. You easily complied, like you could ever say no to those faces. Rose agreed and she asked them to line up and grab their backpacks. You were in the back of the line, following and making sure that nobody tried to run off during your short journey. The group was lead out of the classroom by Rose while you shut off the lights and closed the door. You had turned your back for one second, and Lovejoy was already missing. These were preschoolers! You had to find him as soon as possible before Rose found out.

You didn’t have to wander far to realize that Lovejoy had found Maya and a guard standing outside the art room door. He was talking with them as you ran up and crouched to his level. 

“You cannot leave my side again, is that clear?” You lightly scolded the boy to be sure he wouldn’t try to pull that again. He nodded quickly and looked back up at Maya and the guard. You rose to hug Maya and closed your eyes, feeling complete bliss. Besides Rose, Maya was a wonderful friend of yours at Mount Weather. She made sure you felt at home and she took the time to give you the full-fledged tour of the mountain. Maya told you about her crush on Jasper, and you told her about your feelings for Bellamy. She listened, gave advice, and hugged you when your emotions caught up to you. Maya was the kindest person you had ever met. She hugged you back and smiled into your hair. Every care in the world had disappeared when you two were together. 

“I’m so glad to see you Maya.” You hadn’t let go of her yet. She hummed into the side of your head and you could already tell something was up with her. 

“What’s wrong?” You pulled back and opened your eyes. At this exact moment, you made eye contact with Bellamy. For a split second, you thought that your eyes had betrayed you into seeing something that was clearly not there. Once your vision came back into focus, you saw a couple strands of inky dark hair falling over the man’s eyes. You could easily recognize that hair and those eyes. The edges of Bellamy’s lips slightly curved up into a smile and you ran into his arms. You scoffed, not believing your eyes. He chuckled and tightly wrapped his arms around your torso. Your arms were around his neck, fingers tangled in the hair poking out of his hat at the nape of his neck.

“Bell.” You whispered to Bellamy, not comprehending the situation at hand or why he was here. “Ho- Why are you here?” You pulled back slightly to look at his face and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“You haven’t heard or seen anything back at the dormitory?” Bellamy looked confused as to why you didn’t know what was going on.

“No, I was here all day with the kids. Why, is something wrong?” You started to get worried. What could’ve gone wrong while you were gone?

“Cage has started taking the bone marrow of the delinquents against their will. The solar radiation has made our immune systems more resistant towards radiation. The citizens in Mount Weather can’t go outside because of the radiation. Bone marrow transplants are the only way to bring their community back to the outside world. Any less and they’re dead within a couple of minutes at best.” Your eyes widened and you looked towards Maya who nodded her head to confirm the torture inflicted upon the delinquents. 

“I’ve only been gone for the day. I- I didn’t know that any of this was going on. Bell, you still didn’t answer my question as to why you’re putting yourself in such danger.” You didn’t know enough to figure out why Bellamy was here, but you knew that if he was caught, he’d be dead. Somewhere during your conversation, Maya took Lovejoy back to his class and told Rose she should continue her class.

“I had to come save you, to get you all out of this hellhole before the mountain men kill you.” You rose your hands to his cheeks as he pulled you impossibly closer by your waist. Maya put a hand on Bellamy’s shoulder and he turned to her.

“Bellamy, it’s now or never.” Bell looked at you and you told him to go with her.

“I’ll find you later. Just give me an idea of where you’ll be aiming for and i’ll go there when I can.” You weren’t ready to lose Bellamy again, but this had to be done in order to protect your people.

“The control room. Meet us there if you can. The dormitory is rebelling and the guards will try and attack. Just promise me you’ll be safe.” Bellamy searched your eyes for any answer he could get.

“I promise. Don’t get hurt Bell.” He rid your body of his hands and you felt naked. His cheeks slipped from your hands as he and Maya fled down the hall. You stared at his back, hoping he would stay safe like you promised you would, and you slid into the doorway of the classroom. 

You had spent the rest of the day with the kids in the art room, staying safe and out of danger like you promised Bellamy. It had gotten late and you were beginning to get worried. You asked Rose if she had access to cameras on her desk computer. She said yes and opened her file to show the hallway cameras. Rose skipped through a couple, until she stumbled upon a screen that showed the control room. You told her to stop skipping screens and you said you’d hopefully see her later. A moment later, you fled the classroom after waving to the kids and saying your goodbyes.

Steering clear of any guards who could identify you as a delinquent, you dashed through the halls, hoping you knew which door led to the control room. Eventually, you found a door that looked like it could lead to your goal. You carefully opened it, peeking your head inside to find Monty, Bellamy, and Clarke. Bellamy noticed and ran over to you once realizing you weren’t a guard. You closed the door and hugged him, feeling like the single action would never get old.

“You’re safe.” Bellamy whispered into your hair. You chuckled and loosened your grip, thinking that if you held on with the same force, he’d start to asphyxiate.

“Of course I am. I’m not known for breaking promises.” He laughed and you pulled back too soon to take in your surroundings. You moved to hug Clarke and Monty, assuring them that you’d hoped they were safe before tripping over a body. You looked down to see President Dante Wallace, bullet wound to the abdomen. Bellamy put a hand on your shoulder, making sure you were okay and bringing you back to reality. You turned to Clarke, asking her what Cage was doing, because obviously killing Dante would come with a price. Monty answered by pulling up the screen of the delinquents chained to the rocky interior walls, waiting for their torture. You walked up to the screen.

“What the hell is wrong with him? We did absolutely nothing! They’re innocent people!” You blinked back tears that threatened to fall. Bellamy pulled you in for another hug, sighing into the crook of your neck. Clarke and Cage were arguing over the walkie talkies, but all you could hear were muffled sounds of screaming. Monty typed away as he seemed to disengage the facility’s systems. Everything on his screen looked set up and ready to be activated by the push of a button. Bellamy pulled away from you and looked at Clarke.

“Clarke, if we do this there is no going back.” He crossed his arms as you recognized the face on the screen. Abby Griffin. She was strapped down to a table, drill in her thigh. You whimpered at the sight, not wanting the one person you had who was closest to your mother to die.

Monty began explaining that if the lever is pulled, inside air will be able to flow freely inside, killing everybody in Mount Weather. Bellamy was watching one of the screens, his eyes trained on Emerson, a guard you knew through Maya.

“He’s gonna blow the door.” Bellamy rushed to pull out his gun as you recognized a small detonation bomb placed in Emerson’s hands. He was fumbling with it as Clarke spoke.

“We’re out of time.” She motioned to pull the lever when you jumped out to stop her.

“Clarke, no! There are innocents here, children! Think of all those innocent lives you’d be taking if you pull that lever. Please don’t do this. There are children.” You begged Clarke as you didn’t realize that you let a stray tear escape and stream down your face.

“I have to save them.” Clarke mumbled, barely over a whisper. She was still staring at the screen, watching her mother be torn to pieces. Bellamy was also intent on watching Abby being tortured to feel better about his next move.

“My sister. My responsibility.” Bellamy walked over to Clarke and put his hand over hers as they made eye contact and slowly dragged the lever down. Monty made a few adjustments to his screen and isolated level 5 completely. Your body was uncontrollably pulsing and another unnoticed tear streamed down your cheek. Bellamy turned back to you and enveloped you in a warm, embracing hug. You sank your head lower on his chest and started quietly sobbing. The sound grew and all that could be heard in the tiny control room were your cries for the innocent dead. Your arms tightly squeezed Bellamy’s torso, as he let a couple tears escape.

“They died a good death. For the safety of our people.” Bellamy tried to reason with you, for he was the one who had caused your tears. He hated when you cried because of him. He always wanted to be the one to take away the pain, not inflict it.

“I know. You did good Bell. You always do what’s best for me. You’re not a monster, you never were.” At that, Bellamy cried even harder and it was now your turn to hold him.

This is a ’living’ document i.e. I will add to it as often as possible and keep it up to date.  (initially requested by anon, and then I thought this is a obvious thing that I should have already done, duh) (smut marked with a waffle ‘#’) A brief warning- most prompts contain swears and occasionally suggestive language.

READER INSERT PROMPTS:

Murphy x Reader “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”- requested by anon Reader cares for Murphy before getting sick- requested by -izzy-rose- “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” Roommates AU- requested by anon “Come over here and make me” # - requested by anon “Do you...Well...I mean... I could give you a massage?”- requested by anon “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice” - requested by indiemxrphy “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed” - requested by anon “No one needs to know” Friends With Benefits University AU- requested by anon Raven x Reader “You heard me.  Take. It. Off. Established Couple AU- requested by anon Clarke x Reader “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” - requested by anon

SHIP PROMPTS (from other blogs)

“Wait a minute, are you jealous?” Miller x Monty

“Wait a minute, are you jealous?” Clarke x Lexa

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Raven x Wick (just to reiterate, johnsbygones doesn’t take ship prompts :))

DRABBLES

Clarke Wouldn’t Forget  Clarke’s hands would never be clean.  She could bleach them, scrub them raw to the bone, and she’d still see their blood there. Season 1 and  2 spoilers.  Warning: Discusses major character deaths.  Kinda Finn/Clarke a bit.

Nightmares  Murphy has nightmares. Every.  Single.  Night.   Warning: Loads of death.

Our Monsters Lurk in the Dark   Murphy is lost in the dark until a girl with light in her eyes accidentally finds him. Murphy/ (unnamed)OC Just A Day in the Fundamentally Fucked Life of John Murphy -  Murphy finds himself on patrol with a miserable asshole of a guard, a tonne of reapers and a ditch that could pass for a basic sewage system. (Murphamy, if you squint). Warning: There is swearing.

MULTI-CHAPTER FANFICTION

You heard me. Take. It. Off.

Youshut off the water with a squeak of the tap and stood for a moment with yourhead hanging over the bathroom basin.  Youwatched as the water from your hair ran brown down the plughole, and then youlooked harder and gasped.  “Shit.”