A/N: So here's part two! Not all of these will fit neatly into the series when Lincoln was still alive. Some of these will be moments that could have happened, had Lincoln stayed alive. I just love these two, and seem to keep having ideas for them, so I'm going to keep going until my muse stops. Most if not all of these will be made into drabbles/one-shots, but still, lemme know if there's one you'd like to see sooner rather than later :) With many of these I tried to explore what their life might've been like had Lincoln lived, and had peace began after the fall of the mountain.

Bruises

When Lincoln returned from showing Bellamy into Mount Weather, he noticed the bruises that covered Octavia's face and arms. It wasn't until much later he got to ask her about them, and she explained that she'd sparred with members of Trikru and had been taken as Indra's second.

2. Sorry

Octavia curled into Lincoln's side on the small hospital bed. He was still recovering from the effects of the Red drug, but Octavia refused to leave him. Though she had known it was necessary at the time she still felt it had to be said. "I'm sorry, for shooting you, for hitting you with a metal pipe." It had caused her immense emotional pain, to do those things, even if it had been required to save his life.

Sick

Lincoln returned from an early morning training session with Bellamy, entering their room, he was surprised to see the lump under the blankets that was Octavia. "Aren't you suppose to part of the mapping unit that just left?" He asked as he reached for the blankets. "Touch that blanket and I will kill you." Came a strained, scratchy voice, followed by sneezing and sniffling. He slowly removed his hand from the blanket.

Tattoo

Octavia looked over at Lincoln from where she was sitting cross legged on their bed. "I want a tattoo." She said rather suddenly. Lincoln glances over, nodding "Alright, Nyko did all of mine. He'll do yours too." He said, already thinking that she would be even more gorgeous with black ink on her skin.

Rain

"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked from the cave entrance. Octavia stood out in the rain, as it poured down around her, soaking her. "This is so cool!" She laughed. This was only the second time it had rained. The first time she'd been too busy helping around camp, and of course the hurricane didn't count. This was just a pretty summer rain. Lincoln shook his head in amusement, already thinking of getting her inside and to the fire to warm up.

Spar

They circled each other in the training room at Arkadia. Both now oblivious to the group watching. They lunged, Octavia punched his stomach as she ducked away from his reaching arms. They were meant to be showing the group how someone as small as Octavia could win a fight, but Lincoln wasn't making it easy for her. She grinned as they circled and struck, it felt good to spar.

Massage

Octavia sighed softly as she lay face down on their bed. Lincoln straddled her hips, resting most of his weight on his knees, as he worked his hands over her bare back, kneading the sore muscles. Indra had been working her hard lately. It showed in the bruises on her skin, the muscles that were appearing and hardening from use. As his hands worked over her sore shoulders, he felt the relaxation he'd been waiting for, she was sound asleep.

Blood

"What happened?" Octavia asked, startled when Lincoln entered their room, a cloth against his face, blood could be seen on the cloth. Immediately, Octavia feared that someone else had gone after Lincoln for being a Grounder. "It's fine, it's not broken, Just a misstep during training. Your brother didn't mean to." He assured. Octavia just ushered him over to sit down, so she could look at his nose.

Tickle

They curled up on the rather small bed in their room, Lincoln slid his arm around her, his fingers skimming her ribcage. Octavia squirmed, intrigued, Lincoln repeated his movement, and got a muffled laugh, another squirm. Realizing she was ticklish, Lincoln grinned, and did it again, this time getting an all out laugh from Octavia.

Tap

"Tap out, Octavia," Lincoln murmured against her ear. He was on his back, her back against his front. His arm around her neck, he had the ability to break her neck or render her unconscious, but he only had the slightest pressure. His other hand gripped her wrists, his legs tangled in hers, keeping her from fighting. Octavia snarled, hating to surrender.

Ocean

They left for a while, going on a trip for just the two of them. Peace reigned over the land, and it was safe to travel, to explore. Lincoln showed her various sights along the way, until they reached the ocean. "It's incredible," Octavia breathed, the vastness of the water just shocked her. She'd never seen something so massive.

Earthy

He always smelt earthy to her. She loved it. Often she'd just bury her nose against the crook of his neck, and breathe, much to his amusement. It didn't matter how long he'd been in Arkadia, or what he'd been doing that day, he always smelt earthy. It quickly became a smell that comforted her, a smell of safety.

Chess

They would sit for hours in what was commonly considered the bar of Arkadia. Focusing so hard they didn't pay attention to what was happening around them as they played Chess. Octavia had played for hours as a kid, she'd loved the strategy behind the game. So given the chance, she taught Lincoln, who seemed to have a knack for it.

Arrived

The day of her dreams had finally arrived. A year of peace, long talks about the future, and here they were, Bellamy was walking her down an isle littered with white lillies, to an arch covered in vines, beneath that arch stood Lincoln. Octavia walked confidently towards him, today she got to marry the man she was born to love.

Drunk

What started out as a quick drink with her brother rapidly turned into a drinking contest. Bellamy had been at it longer, so it didn't take much time for Octavia to be entirely wasted. Bellamy too was rather drunk, but he was aware enough to know his sister was gonna need help back to her room. "Someone find Lincoln." He ordered, as he watched his sister concentrate on her empty shot glass, her chin resting on the table.

Lip

When she was concentrating, or bored, Octavia would chew on her lower lip. It was a habit that drove Lincoln insane, it caused him to loose all focus, unable to do much other than watch her. It didn't take Octavia long to figure out the pattern...and use it to her advantage.

Dance

"Just one dance." Octavia all but purred as she stood behind Lincoln's chair, her arms around his neck from behind, her chin on his shoulder. They were in Arkadia's 'Bar', "Please Lincoln," She murmured, and the man sighed. Could he ever refuse this woman? No, no he could not. So he nodded, standing and offering his hand, "One dance." He murmured, and it was worth it, to see her smile.

Mature

"Real mature, Octavia." Lincoln growled. Across the room, Octavia cackled, actually cackled. Her bright eyes were lit in amusement, staring at her soaked lover. It had required a lot of patience and persistence to get the bucket of water to balance on the top of their bedroom door, leaned slightly against the wall, therefore having the door only cracked open. He may not seem amused, but Octavia caught the glimmer of humor in Lincoln's dark eyes.

Dizzy

Over a year together, and his kiss could still make her dizzy. Whether it was a brief kiss in greeting, or a more passionate, intimate kiss, everytime, her brain lost all coherent thought and simply went blank as her mind spun. She never wanted it to go away, it was one of the best feelings in the world.

Crooked

Her fingers skimmed over his face, down his nose that was just slightly crooked. "How'd you break your nose?" She asked curiously. Lincoln, cracked one eye open and shrugged. "Which time? The first time, I fell off my horse when I was nine. Then several times during training, or in battles." He murmured.

Cuddly

Two of Arkadia's most fearsome warriors, were cuddlers. They were always tangled up with each other when they slept, it would be hard to tell where one started and the other ended. Of course this was only in the privacy of their room. If they were camping out with others, it was muted, either her head on his chest, or her back against his chest and his arm around her. But in the privacy of their own, they slept like a pile of puppies.

Spider

He swore her scream echoed through all of Arkadia. He'd been on his way back after a meeting, when he'd heard her scream. He'd jogged to their room to find her brandishing her sword as she retreated rapidly. "Octavia? What?" Then he saw it. A massive spider on the wall, obviously it came in through the open window.

Lonely

Lincoln had gone out on a scouting mission with some others, now that the kill order had been lifted. Octavia was nursing a sprained ankle and therefore hadn't been permitted to go. A thunderstorm had hit suddenly, forcing the unit out scouting, to take shelter for the night. And it forced Octavia to go to bed alone for the first time in months. It felt so lonely sleeping alone.

Claustrophobic

It was to be expected that after how she grew up, Octavia was prone to be claustrophobic. She didn't like be jammed in a tiny space. Lincoln had asked, after her refusing to use one of the small tents that the group had, while on a trip, even though there was the chance at rain. She was adamant she'd rather be rained on, than jammed into a tiny tent with another person, even if that other person was him.

Friendship

In addition to their romantic relationship, they could both honestly say that they were best friends. Not all couples could actually be friends as well as lovers, but these two managed it. They could banter and tease each other, be there for one another no matter what. They knew each other better than anyone else, even better than they knew themselves.

Sunshine

Octavia was no longer pale white. The sunshine had darkened her skin, tanned her. Honestly she really no longer looked like a SkyPerson, who most even when tanned, still appeared pale. Now Octavia wasn't as tanned as Lincoln or most other Trikru, it just wasn't in her genes, but she got tanned enough that most thought she was a Grounder, upon first meeting her.

Jewel

He gave her a simple jewel necklace, as a gift. It was an obsidian jewel, simple, but beautiful, black, so it wouldn't reflect like and it had a sturdy short chain, so it just settled around the base of her throat, it wouldn't dangle, and there was little it could get caught on. Just long enough to tuck into her shirt, to stay hidden and out of harms way. He'd wanted to give her something beautiful, that she could wear as often as she wanted without worry of it getting in the way.

Moon

Octavia loved all the weather on Earth, but the moon might just be her favorite. It could be so big and beautiful, just breathtaking. The way it could chance shape, and even colors depending on the planet in front or behind it. And of course the mythology behind the moon was a favorite of hers as well.

Mine

Their relationship had just begun, everything was so new and thrilling, sneaking in and out of came. And now she had to wear shirts that covered her shoulder. Lincoln had left a love bite mark on her shoulder, murmuring "Mine." as he did so. It had sent shivers down her, she'd loved it, loved being someone's. Having someone to call hers. Of course there would be hell to pay if her brother spotted the mark. The next night Octavia returned the favor.

Trust

The very core of their relationship was trust. It had started with her trusting him to save her brother, then trusting him to not let her die from the poisoned blade at the dropship. Him trusting her to not tell the others he could speak English. From the very beginning they'd trusted each other with their lives. Now, the trust was implicit.

Identify

"That one?" He asked as they stood in the forest. "Edible, but doesn't taste good." Octavia obediently responded. "Very good." He praised. He led her a little further in. "That one?" He motioned. She shook her head. "Poisonous." Lincoln nods his approval. He was working on teaching her which plants, berries and mushrooms were edible, and which would kill her.

Snore

Normally she was a silent sleeper, so the strange noise woke Lincoln. He laid very still as he listened, then almost laughed at himself when he realized the strange sound was his lover snoring every other breath. Indra had worked her hard for the past three days, Octavia was exhausted. He knew she loved every minute of it, but that didn't change the exhaustion her body felt.

Jog

Every evening that allowed, the pair could be seen jogging the perimeter of Arkadia. Sometimes it was a race, but often it was just a companionable run in silence. They matched strides naturally, keeping shoulder to shoulder as they ran.

Unit

They were a unit. It became clear that where one went, the other wasn't far behind. It was like gravity pulled them together. Rarely would one be found without the other, very quickly, they became Lincoln and Octavia. It wasn't often that someone even said one of their names without the other. And that was how they liked it.

Blush

"You are gorgeous." Lincoln murmured, skimming his knuckles down her cheek. She'd just returned and was leading Helios to the stables when he met her along the way. Octavia was filthy, from a day of hard work, and yet he thought she was gorgeous. She blushed beneath the dirt and war paint. After so long together, he could still make her blush. He knew it, and loved it.

Crayons

Octavia had been searching a old bunker for supplies when she'd found a pack of crayons. Tucking them away she finished her assignment and returned to Arkadia. That night in the privacy of their room, she showed them to Lincoln, who had only ever sketched with charcoal, colors were a new thing for him. It amused Octavia to watch him try out all the colors, except for black of course.

War paint

God she was sexy when she wore her war paint. Lincoln watched as she strode towards him, dark paint covering her eyes and upper cheeks. He walked over, wrapping his arms around her as she entered the gates, leading Helios. "How was training?" He murmured before he kissed her, something about that war paint. She grins against his lips. "Good. Indra worked us hard today."

Educate

Now that life had calmed down, Octavia and Lincoln routinely traveled between Arkadia and Trikru, at first they helped them repair after the bombing from Mount Weather. Then they just kept coming back, members of Trikru at heart. They began helping teach the children how to fight. It was part of Octavia's job as Chief Second, and Lincoln often helped.

Scars

His fingers skimmed the scar she bore on her throat, from that night in the Mountain tunnels, when she disobeyed Indra. Then his fingers continued on, tracing a scar she had on her ribcage, from a training session gone wrong. Another on her wrist from a fall from Helios. In Lincoln's opinion, Octavia was even more beautiful now that she had some scars that marred her once perfect skin.

Return

A year after their wedding, Lincoln and Octavia left Arkadia for a few days. He led her on a twisting turning trail through the forest. She smiled as they got closer. The young woman knew this land like the back of her hand now. She knew where they were going. She wasn't wrong. They stopped not far from the entrance to the cave that was their first home.

Kitten

Lincoln narrowed his eyes, "Absolutely Not." He said firmly. Octavia's eyes widened, "Oh Lincoln it's just a baby!" She protested, as she cuddled an infant black leopard cub, only a week old at best. "Yes Octavia. A baby wild animal, One that will grow up to try and kill us." He said firmly. Octavia just shook her head, "We killed its mother Lincoln." She stared at her lover. "We'll release it when it's old enough." Lincoln sighed, and Octavia knew that he had given in.

Market

Last time she was in Polis she hadn't gotten to explore much. So accepting an invitation from Clarke and Lexa, Indra brought Octavia, who dragged Lincoln with, to spend a few days in the capital. Lincoln took the opportunity to show Octavia around the marketplace, all the different foods, clothing, weapons, jewelry. It was a chance for them to be a normal couple, hold hands and drift through the market.

Sulky

"Now there's no need to sulk." Lincoln murmured as he pressed a kiss to her temple. She sat cross legged on the bed, frowning. "I just get so bored here." She sighed. Her left arm was in a sling, a simple fracture that would heal in a month, but it meant no riding, no fighting, basically no going beyond the walls of Arkadia. Lincoln shrugged on his gear and skimmed a finger down her cheek. "We'll walk among the trees when I return." He murmured, he understood her displeasure at being stuck in Arkadia, her desire to be in the forest.

Furs

They were just given their new room in Arkadia less than a week ago, when Octavia was pulled away to train with Indra. Upon her return that evening, she walked into their room, the furs covered their bed. Lincoln had replaced the stiff, gray bedding with bedding furs that they were more use to sleeping with. She smiled as she ran her hand over the soft furs.

Trail

Those from the Ark still celebrated Valentines Day, Octavia had never thought much of it. It was a new concept for Lincoln, but upon hearing the typical things that couples did, he made a plan. Octavia entered the building through a side door, and stopped when she saw a white flower on the ground. Then another, and another. Smiling she picked them up as she followed the trail back to their bedroom, where Lincoln was waiting with a romantic dinner. Octavia felt herself melt just a little more.

Birthday

Trikru didn't exactly celebrate birthdays, but Octavia found out from Indra that there were approaching the time of year that Lincoln had been born. So she scrambled to get him a gift, and keep it from Lincoln, which was a challenge. Since she didn't know the exact date, she picked a quiet evening, to offer Lincoln the gift, a newly crafted sword.

Disarm

Neither one of them liked being without a weapon, and certainly no one was allowed to take their weapons from them. Except each other. There was something utterly trusting, when they would allow each other to disarm them.

Taste

Lincoln snickered a Octavia's face puckered up, after tasting a fruit. Shaking her head, she handed the fruit back to him. Everything tasted so different here on Earth. Flavors were more intense. And some clearly were an acquired taste. He offered a cup of water as they sat in the cave. She drank quickly, and eyed him with suspicion when he offered another piece of fruit. "It's sweet, I promise." He smirked.

Grief

Octavia made sure that she was the one to tell Lincoln about the massacre at his village. She waited until they were alone, and when she told him, most would think he didn't react. But Octavia saw the grief cloud his eyes, the way his hands clenched. Moving from the side of the bed, she slid into it, curling close to him, offering what comfort she could.

Fish

The pair stood in a lake, both were in shorts, holding spears. Motionless, the pair waited. Lincoln suddenly thrust his spear into the water, successfully killing a fish. He went to step, to retrieve the spear and fish, when his bare foot hit a slick rock. Loosing his footing, the man fell into the water with a splash. Laughter burst from Octavia as she strode through the water, "Are you okay?" She asked between laughs, Lincoln chuckled as he wiped water from his face as he stood up.