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IT HAS BEEN A BEAUTIFUL FIGHT —- STILL IS

OCTAVIA BLAKE AS TOLD BY KATE

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“So…” Clarke clutched at her coffee mug, eyes trained down on her lap as she struggled to formulate what she needed to tell him. The fruit she’d put on a plate in an attempt to bride Bellamy with brunch remained untouched. “I need to tell you something.” Might as well rip off the band aid. Right? For the first time since they’d sat down she lifted her gaze to meet his, swallowing against the lump in her throat. This was Bellamy. Her BEST friend. The person she could always depend on. Clarke reminded herself of this before she took a deep breath, finally uttering the words out loud. “I’m pregnant…”

@crownlcssking for the THING

in the time that they’d known each other, bellamy learnt the ins and outs of clarke. could always tell when something was playing on her mind. when she was worried, upset, spaced out. and the last few days had him worried sick. blowing up her phone, even when she’d send back the usual i’m fine spiel. he didn’t buy it; of course he didn’t. but he could never force anything out of her. always knows that she’ll come to him eventually and spill her secrets. but this ---- this is different. he’s worried. sitting across from her; a mug of coffee in his hands. and he feels sick. terrified that she’s sick; or leaving. or that something’s really wrong. but words leave her lips and their gaze finally meets; bellamy trying to read her expression. ❝ pregnant? --- you ... with who? ❞

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arms ache with each movement, his mind focused on nothing but the task in front of him. nobody else is there; NOBODY but him and the lifeless frame on the sand. 

he’s never lost someone.

people always tell him about the day that’s bound to come. when he’ll fail. when he wont get there in time. when someone will drown and no matter how hard he works, he won’t be able to save them. but he’s not READY for it to be today.

he feels hands on him. somebody trying to pull him back.

❝ no -- i’ve --- i’m not LETTING him die! ❞

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STARTER CALL FOR THE TAGGED VERSE

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CLOSED STARTER // MODERN VERSE @earthkeepcr

it had been his idea. some fundraising event for a little charity his friend had started. all his closest friends gathered at the reserve on such a lovely day. hiking all the way to the top of the mount to overlook their little city. phone camera rolls PACKED with pictures - instagrams benefiting. and all for such a good course. they’d stopped halfway to admire the first view. it would only get better, of course. but for now; he’s sitting beside her; arms draped over his knees as they watch the city from afar. octavia and her new interest, illian having continued on. harper and monty not far away; testing out one of monty’s new cameras. a few people only just catching up - his lips grazing over her temple as fingers settle in the spaces between her own.

at first, he doesn’t hear it. doesn’t hear the distant shouting of his name. until he’s turning ( a few seconds after clarke’s UP and running towards it ), and being faced with the sight of illian carrying his very STILL sister draped across his arms. 

❝ she collapsed! i don’t know what happened ❞

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This boy could EASILY talk his way in and out of anything– and even through the blonde girl’s scoff, Diana somehow knew that she was going to be BACK someday. She pressed against Bellamy’s side as she watched the girl walk away before she moved to turn towards him,. “NO? Are you sure I can’t convince you?” she asked, eyebrows wiggling as a smirk grew on her lips before she took a sip of her drink, moving to press her glass against his chest as she licked her lips. “You know this song’s kind of PERFECT to dance to. But I guess if you don’t want to, I could ask someone else?”

he’s got two left feet and he’s ADAMANT that he won’t be making a fool of himself on the dancefloor. especially not with familiar eyes upon him; his colleagues. friends. DIANA. so sure that he won’t be doing anything other than standing at the bar with a beer in her hand. even as he watches her lips wrap around words so playfully. even if he longs to taste her tongue amongst the alcohol upon his own. the bitter liquid already starting to take over his control. bring his desires to the forefront of his mind ( all while forgetting that they’re keeping this a secret ). brow lifts at the mention of someone else and he clears his throat. ❝ fine but --- shit ---- fine ❞

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"Please stay."

MEMES // CANON VERSE@crowneddeath

there’s talking of moving out into what’s left of the woods. talk of searching for food; for water. for anything that will allow them to continue to survive. bellamy’s name spills from kane’s lips first. he’s coming with me. and he gets it. he’s been molded into a leader; shaped into a king. and even though it’s been SIX whole years since he’s lead these people - he’s prepared to do it again.

gun across his chest, finger resting lazily upon the trigger as though it belongs there; he hears her words from behind him. just as he’s watching everybody assemble. watching the chaos become a little more orderly. watching his little sister ( who’s definitely not so little anymore ) direct most of it. take a leadership role he never imagined her in. and not for lack of skill; but because he was so used to doing that. so used to handling it so she wouldn’t have to.

body turns slightly, and he reminds himself to drop his gaze. clarke hasn’t gotten any taller. and in those two thousand days he’d forgotten just how much shorter than him she was.

an arm comes around her. he doesn’t have to think about it; moving the gun away so that it hangs at his side - and for this moment, he can press lips to the top of her head. he can inhale the smell of her. slightly different, but all so familiar. eyes falling closed momentarily as she’s pressed against his body and his lungs expel the shakiest of breaths. 

❝ i won’t be long --- ❞ a beat. ❝ i promise ❞

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' do they watch you while you shower? '

PRISON STARTERS // CANON VERSE@crownlcssqueen

he’s her least favourite. it isn’t hard to tell. no real apparent reason. he hates it. feels so annoyed about it all. though; it’s his best cover for how HURT he feels. it’s a bellamy blake thing. to try and please everyone. to make everyone happy. it doesn’t happen with her though. no matter how hard he tries.

but she’s visiting him in arkadia’s prison; standing on the other side of those bars. 

is she taunting him? teasing him?

eyes fall away from her as the question is posed and he just waits for a snarky comment to follow. waits for an I TOLD YOU SO. 

❝ --- why are you even here? ❞

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@crownlcssking

Diana tipped her drink in Mitch’s direction, watching him DISAPPEAR in the throng of people. They were in a bit of a high after managing to save a windsurfer from drowning and Mitch decided he’d let the team relax for the night. She took a sip of her drink, finding Bellamy at the bar being CHATTED UP by one of the scantily clad ladies, a small shake of her head as she came up behind him, a soft whisper in his ear. “Hey, stranger,” she mumbled. “–wanna dance?”

❝ you’re lovely. and i’m glad i pulled you from the rip otherwise you’d be dead, but i have my eyes on somebody else and --- ❞ hand upon his side; a whisper of a voice in his ear causing his body to become engulfed in a shiver; hair lifting at the back of his neck. but god, was it in a good way. a slight swallow, then another mouthful of his beer, before an arm came around diana and pulled her into his side. ❝ --- a dance? diana, you know i don’t dance ❞ though he’s lifting his beer towards the blonde who rolls her eyes and walks away, unimpressed by bellamy’s unavailability.

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CLOSED STARTER // WELCOME TO BAYWATCH @notreallyablackwell

feet bury in the sand with each step he takes; head bowed, curls still damp with the salty water of the sea; swimming trunks still clinging to him from their dampness. it’s TRAINING day. a select few individuals chosen to prove their worth as lifeguards - positions highly SOUGHT after - but not given to everyone. a few bags of supplies slung over his shoulder; a couple of body-boards under his arms. dropping all the equipment to the floor before he clapped large hands together; stepped back slightly and FINALLY lifted his eyes to those potentially becoming their new team members.

❝ alright --- ❞ he scans over everyone. quickly. though falters for just a second at the sight of a brunette with wide-eyes and plump lips. somewhat familiar, but he isn’t sure from where. like a taste on his tongue so familiar, yet still a little unknown. ❝ --- let’s start with NAMES. i’m bellamy. blake. bellamy blake ❞

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“Waiting for Bellamy is not a plan, it’s a prayer.”

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THE BASICS

NAME: BELLAMY BLAKE AGE: TWENTY FIVE OCCUPATION: LIFEGUARD

THE BIOGRAPHY

BORN INTO A SMALL FAMILY; JUST HIMSELF AND HIS MOTHER. BELLAMY HELPED AS MUCH AS HE COULD AROUND THE HOUSE. HOWEVER, RESPONSIBILITIES DOUBLED WHEN HIS LITTLE SISTER, OCTAVIA, WAS BORN, THOUGH SHE QUICKLY BECAME WHAT HIS ENTIRE WORLD REVOLVED AROUND.

NOT LONG AFTER THE BEGINNING OF SOPHOMORE YEAR, BELLAMY PICKED UP SOME WORK AT THE LOCAL POOL AS A LIFEGUARD - AND SOON MIGRATED TO THE BEACH. 

THE CONNECTIONS

DIANA MEADE: INVOLVED BUT NOT YET DATING. EVERYONE’S WAITING FOR THEM TO BE EXCLUSIVE | @notreallyablackwell MESSAGE ME FOR PLOTS

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“I promise.”

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somewhere far away from h e r e 

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"I can't sleep" Starters

[ contents below are super cute and might get a lil angsty! ]

"C-can you stay for a while?"

"Rub my back please?"

"Don't leave me."

"What do you do when you can't sleep?"

"Why are you still up?!"

"You need to sleep!"

"Do you know what time it is?"

"You should be sleeping..."

"Are you okay?"

"I'll get you a glass of water."

"Sleep with me?"

"Please stay."

"I don't want to sleep alone."

"I'm scared of the dark..."

"I had a nightmare."

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“So, how’s prison?”

ASK MEME // PRISON VERSION@bornbutterfly

cold metal rubs against his wrists; he has to be careful of where he sits his hands as to not cause more discomfort. it’s his SISTER. he isn’t going to lurch at her. isn’t ever going to HURT her. why does he need these DAMN cuffs?

for a moment, he can’t look at her. can’t bring himself to notice the disappointment upon her features. the sadness in emerald eyes. he wants to apologise to her. over and over again. wishes for words to spill past lips as though that will fix everything.

he hadn’t planned on getting caught. of course, nobody ever does. but he’d gotten caught up in the lifestyle that ran along with illegal substances; found himself hooked to powders and pills. becoming less and less careful with how he went about it.

he could’ve just stopped. could’ve listened to octavia’s pleas. could have gone through withdrawals with her and his close friends. but instead, he was going through it ALONE. behind bars.

head lifts; shoulders fall. finally he looks at her again. and he itches to hug her; to reach out and brush her hair away from her face. but he doesn’t move. just swallows the lump in his throat to make way for his voice. to try and push words from parted lips. but her question is so dry and so pained, that he doesn’t know how he’s going to speak without wavering.

❝ it’s --- it’s hell, o. nothing’s worth being in here ❞

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Prison AU Starter Sentences

“How long have you still got?” “What are you in here for?” “Do you have a family, outside?” “How did I let this happen to myself? How did I end up in here?!” “I’m out of toothpaste, can I borrow some of yours just this once?” “How can anyone eat this food?” “You’re new here, aren’t you?” “Why is everyone in here so nasty?” “I have no idea how I’m going to survive in here without going insane.” “Where are you from?” “I just got here… One of the guards told me I could ask you to show me around.” “I didn’t even do anything wrong. I just did what I thought was right.” “Don’t worry about it, everyone cries themselves to sleep the first night.” “I’ve been in here for so long.” “Keeping us like this shouldn’t be allowed. We’re still people.” “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t be in here anymore!” “I’m losing myself in here.” “Whenever I wake up I keep my eyes closed for just a few moments, so I can pretend I’m home, in my own bed.” “I can’t remember what it feels like to get hugged.” “What do you miss the most?” “You get used to the place, eventually…” — “I can’t keep visiting you. It breaks my heart to see you like this.” “So, how’s prison?” “Do they watch you while you shower?” “This is the last time I’m visiting you.” “Are you managing in here? You look really tired.” “You look cleaner than I expected.” “I don’t care what you get up to in there. Just know that I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.” “Are you allowed to go outside?” “I don’t recognise you anymore.” “I won’t ever stop visiting you.” “You’re so stupid, getting yourself locked up!” “It’s over. I can’t sit around waiting for you to get out. I have to move on.”