A/n:this sucks but I felt bad for not updating to here, have some shitty filler with a bit of progression before it gets fucked up. It really only gets worse from here.

The Princess

"Clarke, you can't be serious," Monty said running his hands through his hair. Wells stared at me crossing his arms.

"Clarke, he's raping you," Jasper says slowly grabbing my shoulders giving me a slight shake.

"I'll have consented, I just have more pressure than normal. But whatever the hell we want, right?" I smile weakly at them. This had started with I'd brought in flowers and small red berry. I was going to fix myself up before going to Bellamy, braid my hair weaving the flowers in and stain my lips. Monty had said that's what they were used for before the war, and weren't very good for eating a week ago. But of course a week ago we were innocent children . "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to seal this deal."

I left the ship and walked through the sunny camp to Bellamy's tent. My hands shoved in my pockets, shooting the guard on Octavia's newly assigned tent a cold glare. I walk into the water tent where Bellamy was. "Bellamy, I've thought about your offer. Pardon Monty and Atom and you'll be seeing me tonight," I whisper trying to be sexy. He turned around to me a smirked still leaning on the water bucket.

"I knew you'd see things my way princess, nightfall?"

"Night fall," I purr? I guess that's what you'd call it, walking from the tent back to the ship.

The Rebel Leader

I nearly leap for joy right there, but save a bit of face smirk and walked out of the water tent behind her. I walk to the table where Murphy hammered on his knife.

"Did you do it?" I ask him walking behind him. He jumps and smashes his middle finger before turning around.

"Jesus put a bell around your neck," he mumbled rubbing his finger. "Yes, And no."

"What do you mean?" I growl crossing my arms.

"I handed her the cup, told her what was going on. And then she threw it back and said she already knew she was. And proceeded to tell me to get the hell out of her tent," He growled glaring up at me.

I growled, no one is allowed to do those thing to Octavia until she was at least thirty. "Do you have any idea who the father is? Atom maybe?" I growl at him.

"It's not Atom he's on this new dude," he said thinking intently. "Spear boy maybe? But she never really seemed that interested. Um, Green's gay I'm pretty sure, space walker has a girl on the arc I think. Maybe the prince?"

"Wells? I don't think so, he's not a dumbass and wouldn't bring a kid into this hell as he calls it."

"Then I don't, hold on. You no water till the falls cleaned up!" He yelled at the girl who quickly scurried back to fixing the wall. "Then I don't know who it is. I need to go." and with that he ran to the wall and started to harass the teenagers building the wall.

The Princess

I snuck quietly into Octavia's tent she sat quietly staring at the floor.

"Octavia? What's wrong?" I asked sitting beside her.

"Nothing, nothing," she said quickly turning to hug me. "I'm a pregnant."

"I know Monty and Jasper told me . How are you?" I smiled comfortingly hugging her.

"Bellamy knows," she whispered but let go. "But it doesn't matter, he won't hurt me. And will never know the father. Now I know you didn't risk life and limb sneaking in her for a hug. And Bellamy was far to happy this morning. You agreed didn't you?" She asked letting go of me and looking up at me slightly concerned. I couldn't make the words come out, she nodded in understanding. "He won't hurt you, but it doesn't make it anymore pleasant.'

"Yeah, so which one of them did the deed?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know but, the second I pop it out and see who they might as well start running," she laughed. "I'm sorry it's insensitive of me to laugh."

"No, the thought of Jasper or Monty trying to climb the wall to get away from you...it kinda cheers me up a bit," I smile.

"Oh my god, you be sure to cover its eyes," she laughed.

"I will...wait Monty's the only one in the camp with Korean heritage," I say nervously she was wordless and muttered a whispered swear and looked up at me.

"Clarke, the very second this kid born, if it's his promise me you'll get him out of tha camp. Bellamy will not hesitate to kill him," Her voice was hoarse and deadly serious and before I knew it I was bedding the Devil for another reason.