#PURE

~ I bear it so they don’t have to

Request for anon

I Know Who Oppenheimer Is

Bellamy didn’t like the idea of setting off the bomb, but they were running out of options and the bunker needed to be opened. He trusted that Raven and Monty knew what they were doing… but that didn’t make him staying behind at camp any easier.

“Do you know why she needs copper?” Madi asked, shuffling through the scraps with a frustrated expression in her eyes.

“Something to do with fixing the radio,” Bellamy grumbled, remembering that he was supposed to be helping Madi with this task. But his eyes kept drifting up over the trees, waiting to see the explosion in the distance.

A whisper behind him broke him from his trance. He glanced back to see Emori talking with Clarke… a sight he still wasn’t used to. He nearly fell over when he first saw that flash of blonde amidst the trees, swearing he had seen a ghost. But she was here on Earth, and she was alive.

When she turned around, Bellamy caught her eye for a brief moment before she turned to walk back inside. He let out a disappointed huff before getting back to work. When all of this was over, he was going to find a quiet moment to actually talk to her about what happened six years ago. It was a conversation he wanted to have immediately, but clearing the debris from the bunker took precedent over Bellamy breaking down over how much he missed Clarke up in space.

“This is copper, right?” Madi asked, holding up a tarnished piece of metal.

“Maybe,” he murmured as he took a closer look. Then, he heard the explosion and his eyes shot up to the treeline. As he watched the smoke tear through the air, he had the strangest sense of déjà vu. “I am become death, the destroyer of worlds,” he remembered, thinking back to those drop ship days. A small smirk formed on his face at the memory.

When he glanced back down, Madi was furrowing her eyebrows at him.

“It’s Oppenheimer,” he explained, realizing he probably sounded weird without an explanation for why he said that. “He was the man who built the first—”

“I know who Oppenheimer is,” Madi interrupted as she got back to sorting through the scraps. Bellamy snapped his mouth shut as soon as he realized that his jaw went slack at her words. Of course, Clarke taught Madi about Oppenheimer. After all, it was Clarke that first gave him that quote all those years ago.

“You look strangely happy considering we just set off a bomb,” Clarke teased as she walked up to them, and Bellamy realized that he had been smiling.

“Got caught up in a memory, that’s all,” he murmured, turning to get back to work on sorting out the scrap metal.

“He was telling me some quote by Oppenheimer,” Madi explained, and Bellamy bit his lip. When he glanced back up at Clarke, she was smirking at him… clearly remembering the exact same conversation he was. For a brief moment, it felt like no time had passed, that the two of them were still standing by the drop ship all those years ago. It felt like they were Bellamy and Clarke again… something he hadn’t felt in six miserable years.

#a parallel universe

everybody was kung fu fightin’

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5.07 “Acceptable Losses” Madi being the bigger person, and showing us all what forgiveness looks like.

#and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that a part of me #is always gonna be sad that Ethan didn’t make it #to be an advisor or something to Commander Madi in season 6. #Could have been a good ‘next generation’ dynamic. #but I digress

Just like you at Mount Weather.

You believed in her. Now believe in me. Heda.

kids these days

“I can’t believe he sent me to my room,” Jordan mutters, jamming his fingers into the controller a little too hard. His dad always used to tell him to take it easy on the tech, but Mom would always start punching the buttons a little too forcefully when she was losing too. Jordan comes by it honestly.

“To be fair, you were trying to give me moonshine,” Madi says, with an incredible amount of smugness for a twelve year old.

Then again, he’s heard she has a computer chip loaded with other, older personalities in her brain. He’s still figuring out what to make of that.

(He was afraid at first she’d slaughter him in video games but so far he’s still the undefeated champ.)

“You’re almost a teenager,” he says defensively. “I was drinking sips of moonshine here and there at your age.” He catches himself and backtracks. “Always under strict parental supervision, of course.”

She snorts. “Of course.”

“It’s just— who does Bellamy think he is? I have a father.” He pauses. “Had. Had a father. I don’t need him acting like my parent.”

“Learn to live with it,” Madi advises. Her feet dangle a few inches off the floor, bouncing against the leg of the couch as she talks. “You’re Monty and Harper’s family, and they were Bellamy’s family. That means you’re his now too. And Clarke’s.”

“Not like you’re Clarke’s.”

The words come out more bitter than he wants them to. He holds his breath, hoping Madi won’t notice.

The truth is, he hadn’t really believed that when his parents put him in cryo, it would be the last time he ever saw them. Ever hugged them. He always assumed they were being overly cautious and that they’d be there when he woke up.

It was jarring to wake up to a world without them. Just like it’s jarring to meet all these people he’s heard so much about his whole life. He doesn’t need Bellamy and Clarke to raise him; he’s been raised. But it’s hard to go from a world where nearly all he had was his family, to feeling lost and alone.

Madi doesn’t miss his brittle tone. She pauses the game, then reaches over and puts her hand on his arm.

“Exactly like I’m Clarke’s,” she says. “I had another family once. And they still are my family. But she’s my family now too, because we both decided she was. Like it or not, they’ve decided you’re theirs. I don’t think there’s any getting out of it.”

Jordan snorts but it comes out softer than he means it to. He forgets sometimes that he’s not the only one who grew up with just his mom and dad around. Madi probably understands better than anyone else could.

“Those voices in your head tell you to say all that?”

“Nope,” she says cheerfully, withdrawing her hand and restarting the game. Her feet start swinging again. “I figured all of that out by myself.”

He smiles. “You’re a pretty smart kid. So if Bellamy is my family, and Clarke is yours, that makes us family too, right? I always wanted a younger sister.”

Madi’s grin has a sharp edge to it. He can see it in her reflection on the screen. “You realize I’m older than you are, right?” She asks, hitting the buttons in some combination that actually works, and knocking his avatar out of frame. His half of the screen goes black. He blinks in surprise. “I think that makes you my little brother.”

He barks a laugh. “That is so not how it works.”

“I’m the commander, I make the rules.”

“Oh yeah?” He says, the game resetting as his character comes back to life. “We’ll just see about that. You’re on my ship now, Commander.“

Madi laughs. “Bring it on.”

All bow to Madi.

Yeah Clarke, I’d be worried…

The Witches of Shallow Valley An AU I’ll probably never get around to writing, in which Abby practices nature magic in the village of Shallow Valley along with her (non-magical) husband Kane, a scholar and botanist; and her daughter Clarke, also a witch, who one day stumbles upon a young abandoned girl with extraordinary powers.

a.k.a. you know what this means

a.a.k.a. bellamy sees clarke as a daughter confirmed

a.a.a.k.a. no but in all seriousness bellamy blake is a part of the griffin family whether he wants to be or not, he’s In Too Deep now