kuklash
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Clarke Griffin is the newest Legend to join the Apex Games, a televised bloodsport made for the entertainment of the millions watching at home. Legends fight, die, and respawn for the chance to be the best in the arena and earn the huge cash prize given out to the champions of every Game.
But more than just violence awaits Clarke. The legends don't spend their lives in the arena, they spend most of their time aboard the Dropship, living together with their competitors.
Can Clarke balance friendship and romance with deadly firefights? Can she survive on the battlefield and off?or
An Apex Legends AU where Clarke is the newest Legend to join the games and Bellamy becomes a quick enemy/rival. Based on the game "Apex Legends" by Respawn Entertainment
Written for Bellarke Big Bang 2021, this fic will be updated every Tuesday at 8:30 PM CST.
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(This is my first multi-chapter fic, so I'm learning as I go)
Title taken from "This is War" by Emily Kinney -
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"My mom said war will be declared soon," Clarke said, not taking her eyes off Lexa's shoulder. "Do you think we'll get deployed?"
"I certainly hope so," Lexa answered. "The war would be a great place to prove ourselves."
She watched Clarke frown, and Lexa took her friend's hands in her own.
"The war will be good for the village. My family's shop gets a ton of business with the memorial flowers and deliveries, your mom's hospital gets a ton of business taking care of wounded shipped back, and you and I can finally do something."
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Octavia was woken by the soft rustling of dirt being moved above her. The sound was methodical, growing louder and closer, before the thud of the shovel hitting her coffin lid signaled the start of her new life. Indra had come for her.
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Octavia and Indra Vampire AU based on the Cirque du Freak series (Mainly the Vampire Blood Trilogy)
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She wakes up cold, surrounded by steady, mechanical beeping and fluorescent lights. Her world is blurry, as if her eyes were accustomed to seeing. Unaccustomed to doing their job. Her out of focus eyes begin to dial in on the nearest thing in the room: a woman with long, light brown hair and pale pink scrubs. A nurse.
She doesn’t know where she is, but she does know she shouldn’t be there. Shouldn’t be here. Her eyes dart to her left arm, to the IV. But they catch on something else. A barcode etched into her arm in ink. Something about it is familiar, but not comforting. It turns her stomach as she reads the numbers in her mind, like it was etched into her mind with ink as well: 0883929444793. The numbers rattle around in her brain, searching for somewhere to latch on, for some memory to link the familiarity. But it finds nothing. -
i don't wanna burn out, so wont you please set me on fire again? by kuklash
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
24 Dec 2020
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The wind nipped at Murphy’s nose as he stood in the doorway of the gas station on the edge of town. Work was slow, as it always was after sundown, especially in the mid-December cold, but someone had to make sure the good townsfolk of Arkadia could get their milk and gas after the small general store closed. All 800 of them. He watched the cars drive by throughout the day, recognizing each and everyone of them. Bellamy’s beat up truck he worked all highschool to afford, Clarke’s clean new sedan, even that jerk Finn’s loud ass motorcycle. He watched them all pass one by one, his old classmates returning home after another semester of college at the University of Polis. The only sign that time was passing at all.
The phone inside rang, breaking him out of his melancholy, at least for now.
“Great,” he thought, sarcastically. “A phone call 10 minutes before we close.”
He walked back inside and put on the most cheerful customer service voice he could muster.
“Dropship Gas, this is Murphy. How can I he-”
A familiar female voice cut him off, leaving him cold.
“Murphy? Thank god!”
It was his ex.