#AU bellamy fanfic

[angelicqsa]

༊*˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝖶𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖦𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 | 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌 𝗍�� 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 | 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗈𝖻𝗌, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗍, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 | 𝖨 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾… 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 100, 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗍..

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You had always been a little snarky to everyone. To Clarke, to Bellamy, to Abby and Kane. Everyone. But no one seemed to mind it, a lot of people found your comments and your attitude amusing. No one had time to worry about your comments since your friends were missing and presumed to be kidnapped by the grounders. But Bellamy always had time. He'd always yell at you saying 'shut up' or if he's a little more annoyed it'd be 'shut the fuck up now.' and you'd always keep going because what would he do? nothing.

You and Bellamy strongly disliked each other. You didn't like the fact he was always so worried about your comments, and he didn't like your attitude or snarky comments, which caused a lot of tension between the two of you.

You two were always caught arguing and everyone attempted to help you two move past the hate for one another but it just couldn't happen, the tension and frustration between you two were just too strong.

You leave your room and start walking towards Raven and Wick's workplace. You walk in greeting both of them and plan to stay the rest of the day there.

"Hello to my favorite mechanic!" You say obnoxiously while making kissy faces in Raven's face.

She lets out a small chuckle and gives you a playful disgusted look. You smile at her and make your way over to Wick and give him a half-five while looking at the new device he was working on.

"Whatcha workin' on Wick?" You way with a smirk knowing Raven was gonna tease him for it or call him dumb. They've had a lot of tension between them, you can tell anytime you walk into the room. Silence, heaviness. That's the only way to describe it, kind of like you and Bellamy after having a small argument.

Wick simply holds it up like you were supposed to know what it was. "What the hell is it? You're holding it up as if I asked if it was a book or something.." You say with a hint of attitude and Wick just rolls his eyes while Raven chuckles.

Raven holds up a walkie-talkie and asks Wick if something is on. you had no idea what they were referring to and just thought it was a nerdy engineer thing.

Raven then turns to you and explains to you the plan to go find Finn and Murphy who were out looking for Clarke, who somehow escaped Mount Weather, and that was where our friends were located. You nod in agreement to the plan and join them.

You and Raven say your goodbyes to Wick and you help Raven get her crutches and hand her the bag of extra ammo that she planned on giving us and start making your way to the secluded part of camp Jaha. It took you two a little while because of Raven's leg and how the crutches slowed her down, but you two made it.

You see Bellamy and Raven set down the bag with the ammo on the boulder and say to Bellamy 'Scored you a couple clips'. Clarke then walks up and says "Hey. Mom's in surgery, and the team going after Kane just left. We should too."

Bellamy then asks us if we found Octavia who's summoned upon hearing her name, she walks up and says, "No. I found you."

She then proceeds to say, "I'm not letting you leave here without me." You all blankly stare at her then Clarke tries to speak up, "Octavia-"

Octavia then cuts Clarke off and does a little rant, "Finn and Murphy are headed for Lincoln's village. I've been there. Have you?" She points to Bellamy and then says "Has she?" She then points to Clarke, Bellamy is just looking down letting her talk, and then he finally picks his head up and says "You done?"

Octavia looks at her brother and does a small shrug, Clarke hands Octavia's pack to you and you throw it at her softly.

She looks at you with curiosity and asks "Whats this?" and Bellamy responds for you with, "Your pack." He then smirks and says "Lead the way."

Octavia attempts to walk towards the barbed wire and Raven holds out her crutch and you say "Woah there Pocahontas, you might get electrocuted." Bellamy rolls his eyes at your remark and Octavia just looks confused.

Raven touches the barbed wire with her crutch and a group of sparks ignite upon the spot Raven touched, we all jump back in surprise. Clarke whispers anxiously to Raven and says "I thought you sa

id it was handled." Raven responds "It is." Then she raises her walkie-talkie and says "Shut her down Wick." After a few radio beeps, Raven touches the fence again and this time sparks don't ignite.

Raven smirks at Clarke and nods "Handled." You all nod. Octavia throws her pack through the fence and crouches through, then Clarke follows, then Bellamy, and finally you. But before you follow, you turn to Raven and smirk at her "While I'm gone, I suggest you han-" You get cut off by Bellamy saying "Hurry up, we don't have all fucking day." You stick your middle finger up at him and continue your statement to Raven, "Back to what I was saying, I suggest you handle that 'frustration' with Wick or try to work it out before I get back." You send her a wink then crouches through the fence.

Raven then yells with a smirk "I suggest the same to you with you know who!" You look at her with slight confusion then it dawns on you. Bellamy. Your face quickly turns sour and you turn towards the rest of the group who was wearing a look of confusion.

You start walking with the Octavia while Clarke and Bellamy are a little behind. She looks at you and says, "I know Raven was talking about my brother." You simply roll your eyes and say "I have no idea what she's talking about." Octavia smirks and says "It's very obvious there's tension between you two, always going back and forth over the smallest things." You shake your head and stay silent. Octavia just shakes her head with a laugh and you all continue your journey finding Finn and Murphy quiet. It turns into night time and you guys decide to camp in an area with many twigs and logs to create a fire.

Octavia and Clarke are asleep and it is only you and Bellamy awake. He stares at Octavia, then his gaze shifts to Clarke's sleeping figure, and then his gaze lands on you, he rolls his eyes feeling annoyed with your presence.

You look at him and how beat up he was with all the bruises and cuts on his face after the battle with the grounders. You couldn't help but feel a little upset that someone did that to him. But why did you care? You two hate each other right?

You scoff at his reaction to just your presence completely forgetting the feeling you just felt regarding his bruises, he glares at you and says "What?" You just shake your head and say "You hate me that much? My presence bothers you?"

He shakes his head and sighs then softly mutters "I don't hate you." His voice and his comment was a complete contrast to how he'd always treat you.

You look at him with wide eyes, completely caught off guard with his answer. "Then why are you always so rude?"

He claps back quickly and says "Why do you always have something snarky to say?"

You roll your eyes and say "Why do you always have to respond? You can be normal and ignore them like everyone fucking else!"

This seems to ignite anger in him and he says "Because someone always needs to put a bitch in their place."

You get upset and mutter a quick "Fuck you asshole! this is why we never get along!"

He says "We never get along because of you!" You roll your eyes and say, "Listen I don't wanna argue okay? I was asking you something I'd always been curious about."

He looks at you with a look you could partly explain, it had some guilt, some softness to it and he just nods at you then does completely unexpected and out of character, he rubs your arm and mutters 'Goodnight'.

You are shocked, but quickly hide it by turning your back to him and nodding, then lays down.

Clarke then stirs awake and they have a conversation you can barely comprehend because you are slowly drifting off to sleep until you feel someone putting their jacket on you. And it had the musky scent of Bellamy.

An hour later you're shaken awake by Octavia telling you that the group was getting ready to keep walking and look for Finn and Murphy. Octavia then says "Is that my brother's jacket?" You look confused at first then remember he gave it to you last night.

You quickly walk away from Octavia and hands Bellamy his jacket back without saying a word, you then walk back to Octavia and continue on your journey.

You guys had been walking for a couple of hours and finally spotted a village. You all hear gunfire and Bellamy grips his gun and starts running towards the village. You stand there a little shocked but then start following after the group.

You felt out of breath once the three suddenly stopped. You walk up closer to see what caused the sudden halt.

You regret even coming to find Finn and Murphy, you slowly approach the village full of blood and dead bodies of the grounders who once resided there. You felt like puking, you felt repugnant as your eyes searched for the corporate of this bloody scene. And your eyes find Finn, holding a gun with blood.

He looks at us in shock, meanwhile, the grounders who hadn't been killed started weeping for their loved ones who weren't as fortunate as them. Your hand is suddenly taken in by another and squeezed. You look up to see it was Bellamys hand. Tears started coming out of your eyes once you heard the grounders weeping and screaming. It tore something out of you.

Clarke hops down and starts slowly making her way to Finn while looking around at the mess he caused. You and Bellamy start following her and move at her pace.

Finn just looks at us with a shocked look not even caring about what he's done. He walks towards Clarke and she backs up one step every time he takes one step. You and Bellamy look at each other and then down at your hands that are still connected, you two quickly detach and move away from one another.

Finn finally whispers after a pregnant silence, "I found you" He says while staring at Clarke, Clarke just shakes her head in shock.

It had been two days since that happened and you hadn't been yourself, seeing those deceased grounders took a toll on you.

You walk to the mess hall where Bellamy and Clarke are gathered to talk about Mount Weather and getting in. You simply sit and look blankly at the map, not saying a word to the pair.

Your attention is finally gathered once you see they both were looking behind Bellamy at something, you then look and see they were looking at Finn who was staring back at us. You quickly turn your head in disgust.

Bellamy says "Guess the inquisition is over." He turns back to Clarke and says "How's Finn doing anyway?"

Clarke looks down and says "I haven't talked to him since we got back." You roll your eyes and say "Who the hell would want to talk to that monster after what he did?"

Clarke nods at your statement then shakes her head, "I don't know what to say" Her voice is heavy with sorrow.

Bellamy attempts to defend Finn and says "We're at war Clarke. We've all done things."

You shake your head at his statement and say "But we haven't done things like that. Not even you." Finn starts to walk up "Here comes the monster.."

Bellamy glares at you and mouthes 'Cut it out' Finn mutters to all of us 'Hey' and Bellamy is the only one to verbally respond. You respond by getting up and walking toward the bar.

Bellamy stands up and follows after feeling the tension between the couple. He comes up next to you in the bar and just looks at you.

You glare at him and say "What the fuck are you looking at?" He scoffs and says "What the fuck is your problem? I hadn't even said anything yet!"

You shake your head and roll your eyes at him. He scoffs and whispers heatedly to keep the conversation between the two of you, "I don't know what the fuck is your problem, but I'm fucking tired of it. The snarky remarks, the rudeness. You are such a bitch."

You glare at his nasty words and slap him. You really slap him. He looks at you with wide eyes while he holds his cheek.

"You are such a bitch! I don't fucking get it!" He says even angrier than he was. You both are silent and glaring at each other, he then thinks for a moment, then grabs you and starts dragging you somewhere.

You try to get out of his grip but his grip is too tight. "Get the fuck off of me Bellamy!" You yell while some people look at you two like you both are crazy.

You see Bellamy's room and he quickly unlocks the door then throws you in the room and promptly turns and locks the door.

He moves quickly to the other side of the room and grabs you again. You yell at him, questioning what the hell you were doing there but your yells fell on deaf ears.

Bellamy pulls you closer to him, so close to the point he didn't have to move to whisper in your ear, "You wanna act like a bitch hm? I guess that means I can treat you like one…"

He turns you over and backs you up against the wall. Words couldn't describe how you were feeling. Horny? Like your skin was being ignited? You didn't have thoughts, you knew you wanted to fuck him. But then it suddenly dawns on you, that the reason you felt so frustrated with him and always argued with him wasn't because of hate. It was because of lust.

You are staring at the wall eyes blown with complete lust. Bellamy turns you around and smirks at your expression. "Now you finally don't have anything to say hm?" You stare at him at a loss for words. He chuckles then starts kissing you roughly but full of passion. You two fight for dominance, tongues swirling together and tasting each other.

He smirks as he finally dominates the kiss, he pulls away and moves onto making love bites on your neck; licking, sucking, and biting. All you could do was throw your head back and let out little whines.

Bellamy slowly massages your breasts and plays with them, agonizingly slow. He completely switches it up and drags you to the bed.

He rips off your shirt and unclamps your bra with one hand while leaving more love bites. He then stops and looks at the sight of you, messy hair, puffy face, pretty tits. He looks at you in awe then he says "You are so fucking beautiful for being a whore.." You smirk at him and say breathlessly "Like what you see Bellamy?" He looks high off of lust, he responds "Of fucking course I do slut." He starts devouring your breasts, sucking, licking, biting. And you were enjoying every single bit. Moaning and whimpering when he bit your nipples.

"Fuck Bellamy. Please just touch me." You say whining at the lack of attention your clit was getting. You desperately tried grinding on his leg or the bed. Something. He slaps your ass hard for attempting to grind on something.

"See now.. sluts don't get to cum. You are gonna please me. Do you understand" He says as he grips your hair roughly to look him in the face. You stay silent, feeling disappointed. He slaps you and says "I know you fucking hear me. Now do you understand?" You nod feeling your right cheek turn red.

He smirks at your obedience and starts taking his pants off and sits on the edge of the mattress he had. He spreads his legs slightly and orders you to sit in between his legs as if you were a dog. You were really in for it now.

He was left only in his boxers, he stared down at you and then he says, "Take them off and suck." He says pointing to his man area.

You quickly obey feeling your panties start to dampen at his commands. You pull his boxers down and free his member, he lets out a subtle groan since you finally freed his hardness.

You scoot closer and look up at him, making eye contact while you start slowly licking his tip tasting his precum. You then spit on his tip and start jerking his member and letting the spit and precum mix and it goes down to his shaft. Bellamy throws his head back in pleasure and groans.

He then grabs you by your hair and says "Open your fucking mouth." You quickly obey and open your mouth, and he quickly fills it with his penis. He starts bobbing your head up and down slowly at first, he then starts groaning at the pleasure, then increases the pace. Now you're completely deepthroating his dick while he's just enjoying the pleasure and enjoying how you make him feel.

You take his dick out of your mouth and catch your breath for a few seconds, you then continue the assault and start to circle his tip with your tongue again while making eye contact. He looks down at you and pushes your head down once again, but this time he says "I'm close baby.." He throws his head back and starts thrusting into your throat. A few thrusts later you feel a hot creamy substance go down your throat. Bellamy groans loudly as he cums and rambles 'What a good girl', 'Fuck.. you did so well.' You smirk at his praise and he reaches down and grabs your jaw and says "Swallow." And you swallow the rest of the cum that had not reached your throat.

He looks at you in satisfaction and you sit there on your knees waiting for him to reward you with the same pleasure you rewarded him. But there hadn't been any reward. No nothing. Bellamy rises and pulls his boxers and his pants back up and says, "I know you're waiting to be touched…" He chuckles and bends down and looks you in your face, "But you aren't getting that satisfaction." You look at him angrily, feeling upset that you aren't receiving that same satisfaction. You thought he'd change his mind, but you thought wrong.

"You are the biggest asshole, Bellamy!" You whine, and he just smirks and taps your chin. "Get dressed." You follow his command and collect your disregarded bra and ripped-up shirt.

Bellamy throws you one of his shirts, remembering he had ripped the one you originally came with.

You start to walk out but he pulls you towards him and says "I hope you learned your lesson, gorgeous girl." You look up at him with a newly found feeling that was foreign when it came to Bellamy, despite not getting touched you felt content. "I might need another sometime soon.." You say with a smirk and Bellamy laughs and says "Maybe I'll give you one sometime soon.." He leans down and kisses you slowly and passionately.

You break the kiss say your goodbyes and walk off to your room. You open the door and gets welcomed by Raven sitting on the bed fiddling with your books, she looks up at you and smirks.

"Look who's finally back.." She looks at your appearance and says "Had a rough day huh?" She looks you up and down. You quickly walk to the mirror and see all the marks Bellamy left and your disheveled appearance.

"I see you took your advice. I can only assume it was with Bellamy." Raven laughs.

"Shut it, Raven! I-i have no idea how it even happened.." You say while reminiscing the events that happened only moments ago.

"You're also wearing his shirt. How good was it." You gasp at the end part and slap Raven's arm with wide eyes. Raven just laughs at you and you can't help but also start to laugh.

You start to think about Bellamy again and how you really wouldn't mind if something like what just happened with you two happened again.

𝘞𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 💓

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐яєqυєѕт!

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[bellamyblake]

Part 44 of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth, @blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I’m sorry for taking so long to update!)

(moodboard by @star-sky-earth​​​​):

The next few weeks pass pretty much like that-Bellamy goes to work early in the morning and when he comes back, he picks Clarke up and they both do arounds for the people in Factory or Farm or even Arrow who had contacted Harper and asked for medical help. Then they'd come back home a little after curfew and have dinner together with a half-asleep Gus who always insisted on waiting for them and a very worried Aurora who kept eyeing her son with angry looks whenever he so much as coughed.

Word quickly spread that the former doctor who ran medbay in Factory for a while, the Alpha princess who saved lives, continued doing so and that in turn scared Bellamy because he knew that the more everyone discussed Clarke and her services, the more exposed she was to being possiby caught by the guards and locked up.

But as much as he feared everything, he knew that there was no stopping his princess. She was helping so many-patching up frostbites, saving kid’s lives as well as adults, stitching work wounds or trying to ease the pain of those most unfortunate-people like him who had chronic conditions or those who suffered from incurable diseases and were simply slowly dying out without any medical help whatsoever.

In the short amount of time in which Clarke began helping the people of Factory and Farm, she quickly gained popularity, even more so than before when medbay was opened for everyone to visit her. Some have heard of her before but most of them hadn’t and despite them being a little reluctant to trust her or even ask for help, the moment she stepped in someone’s home, greeted them and took onto fixing the problem, they all fell in love with her.

Bellamy always kept watch. By now he was familiar with most of the guards on rotation in the different stations and passages but he had also taken notice as of when the teams were completely switched up which was the first or second date of each month. He carried a small notebook in which he wrote down the names of the guards that let them through as well as those who patrolled the hallways and soon enough, the more word spread about Clarke and her helping everyone out, the more allies they found.

It wasn’t just Harper now, no-she was assisting her but some nights she went on to Arrow or Factory on her own to deal with the less severe cases or simply kept a book with all of those who needed help in the upcoming days. Bellamy had to assist Clarke too on some occasions when the cases were more severe, even if he was squirmish and could barely look at her when she was giving a shot.

But it was not just the three of them anymore. Monty helped Harper find medicine and since he worked in Factory he also had access to some of the pain relievers like the pot that went for all Alpha residents. He had figured out how to grow it at home, hidden under the floor and lit up by battery lamps so they were using it to help those in their final moments or the patients that were in severe pain.

There were two women who sneaked around antibiotics as they worked in the pharmacy detail in Alpha and got Clarke medicine for the worst cases, the sickest people and Jasper and Maya who worked with Bellamy on level 11, turned out to have a secret brewery of sorts so they supplied them with endless bottles of moonshine for cleaning up the wounds.

They even had a guard who was helping them out-a young boy at about twenty from Farm who always made sure to be the one to let them pass right before curfew. He was a sweet fella called Alex with red hair and freckly face like Bellamy and he had quickly become their friend. Clarke helped his mother who broke her leg in a work incident and could’ve lost it, actually keep it, and he swore to god he’ll be indebted to them for the rest of his lives.

Thanks to Alex they knew when guard rotations were coming in and if some of his coworkers noticed Bellamy and Clarke moving in between stations too often, he was quick to distract them or call them out for someone else he noted as suspicious so that they could cross by safely.

To say that Clarke was happy with what she was doing would be an understatement-she was back in her waters, navigating them exactly as she wanted to despite the difficulties but what really broke her was the lack of access to real medicine or technology that she could use to help people.

As much as she loved this job, Bellamy could say this was also taking a mental toll on her and he was trying his best to take her mind off things. He had made it clear to Harper that the weekend was reserved for resting and they tried to spend it together as a family especially since Bellamy was missing Gus a lot lately with his work and then going out with Clarke in the evening and he was trying to compensate for it. 

His baby boy missed him too and on days off and at night when they were back, he wrapped himself around his dad and didn’t let go. He wouldn’t even want to walk or play around with his friends as long as Bellamy was there and Clarke just loved seeing them like this.

Gus had gotten back to day care after successfully recovering from his frostbite. He had been limping a little even then and Bellamy was reluctant and very scared to let him go which was cute. Gus had been the one consoling his dad when they left him at the gates of the place and promised that he’ll be a good boy, listen carefully and definitely not run around.

The weekends were spent lazily with Clarke usually waking up to Bellamy’s soft kisses on her neck, then lips and his dick pressing into the crack of her ass. They’ve learned very quickly how to be quiet so they don’t wake Gus up but even so, Clarke had trouble keeping all of her emotions in, especially when he always insisted she came first and he had to go through his climax mostly alone which was still the hottest thing she’s ever seen. Then when they were both done they’d get lazy and snuggly in bed. Bellamy liked being held, spooned, got very soft after sex and Clarke found that she liked it as it was the only time he actually let her do something for him-he let all walls collapse, all responsibilites go to hell and it was just him-her beautiful freckly boy.

She got lost in his body herself then-mapped the freckles on his back or shoulders, then moved to his face. She loved most of all climbing on top of him and kissing every part of his body away, giving him all his love. 

Sometimes she got him hard by just grinding a little against him and they had a second round, very close to the time Gus usually woke. Then one morning he caught them with Bellamy in her, surprisingly sneaking out of his bed and pulling at the improvised curtain they hung on at night for privacy as well as to kind of consolidate the warmth around the beds since electricity still stopped at about eleven through the whole night.

In that particular morning it seemed to Gus as if they were just snuggling so of course he wanted in on it too, he jumped in bed just fast enough for them to manage to pull away from each other and pick their underwear up. Later, Bellamy joked that he felt like he sprained his dick and Clarke laughed at him but she knew there was nothing better than having the kid there with them whenever he felt like it.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon after Clarke had managed to convince Bellamy to massage his leg and let him rest as much as he could, Gus has snuggled up for a story after lunch but fell asleep midway on his dad’s arm while Clarke rested her head on her hand, and stared at Bellamy stroking Gus’ hair. 

“He’s growing up too fast.” Bellamy mumbled looking down at him “It was only yesterday he’d pee on me right after I gave him a bath or let me change his diapers.” Clarke cracks a smile at that and runs her hand up and down Gus’ back making the boy push into her on instinct. “Won’t be long before he is a teenager that wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me.”

“That’s not true.” Clarke argued stubbornly “This boy loves you more than anyone-you have a special bond.” Bellamy shrugs but she knows that he agrees because he blushes a little. Still, to this time he didn’t think of himself as a good parent, he still constantly beat himself up. “Have you and Gina ever wondered...about...if the Ark allowed more kids, if you’d want one?”

“We did-” he smilled softly, genuinely “We’ve had those conversations. She wanted another boy and I-” he shakes his head.

“What?”

“I wanted at least five kids.” he had admitted a little sheepishly and Clarke gasped.

“Bellamy, no-” she moved up on the pillow to get a better look at him “You didn’t!” but he just nods and shrugs a little.

“I’ve always dreamed of a big family. I wanted Gus to have a sister, I think he’d have made a great big brother.”

“And the others? Don’t tell me you had the names figured out and everything?” he blushes again and she slaps his chest when she realized that she guessed right“Tell me!”

“Well after Gus, there’d be Cassie, short for Cassandra.”

“Poor girl.” he scoffed and furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“You asked for this, princess, now don’t make fun of me.”

“Of course, sorry-” she tried to keep herself from laughing, covering her mouth with her hand, eyes glistening with her typical devilish charm that he knew meant she was absolutely laughing in her head but he just loved her too much to be angry “Cassie, okay, then?”

“Then Rory, after my mom Aurora.” he continues uncurling his fingers from his left hand with his right index one and looking up at the ceiling as if he could all so clearly picture them “Then there’d be Andromeda who we’d call Andy.”

“Dear God, those poor babies.”

“Hey-you’re named Clarke!” he points out “Your parents weren’t exactly ordinary about picking a good Alpha girl name.” she knew he had a point here.

Most Alpha girls had quite the old-fashioned names like Grace, Karen, Edna, Elizabeth and so on which thankfully weren’t what her parents picked for her. Factory and Farm names as well as Arrow were quite unusual, which came with the history of the people who inhabited those stations back on Earth as well as when the Ark became one whole with the decision to unity all stations. She quite loved Bellamy’s name, as well as Aurora and Augustus was just so sweet and fit the kid perfectly. Deep down as much as she was mocking Bellamy in that moment, she quite liked the names he had picked and tried to picture the kids in her head as he spoke about them.

In her mind, she could see Bellamy sitting on a chair by the table with Gus by his side, reading from a book, a girl on his shoulders, another one tucked by his right side and an even smaller one on his left one-they’d all or at least mostly have his curly black hair and freckles except for Andy who’d have light brown hair and Rory who’d bear blue eyes instead of her dad’s brown ones. 

“What about the youngest one?” she asked next, peeking up at him curiously while he kept daydreaming, stroking her head with his hand mindlessly. “The fifth one?”

“Another boy.” he whispers “I’ve always liked the name River.”

“Not greek?” she teases but he shakes his head without a smile.

“I’ve always kind of been fascinated with water when I was a kid studying earth classes. I remember so vividly, when I was a kid how I looked at a picture in one of the books and I saw this small thin river making its way through the strong mountain rocks and I thought how it is a metaphor of life-” he got a little choked up on his feelings in that moment “our life.”

“In Factory.” he nods agreeing with her statement.

“The government makes it hard for us to live but somehow we find ways, we deviate here, find a path there where there was none and somehow we keep on flowing...keep on living.”

“That’s beautiful, Bellamy.” he had stared into her eyes then and spent a moment losing himself in her blue ocean, after which he shook his head as if to get rid of his dreams that were never possible and leaned down to kiss her forehead “Anyway, none of this will ever happen.”

“Maybe not for you or us...but one day for Gus? Or for his children perhaps? We don’t know when Earth will be survivable again but maybe they can have your little family.”

He smiles and pulls her closer to his chest.

“I won’t envy them. I don’t think life down there will be any less harder than it is up here. Especially if we keep that government.”

Clarke liked those conversations in the dark they had when the place was all quiet, Gus was asleep or mumbling little dreams under his nose about chasing a dog or playing with Jordan that made them laugh-it felt to her as if a smaller universe existed within theirs, one in which no one could ever hurt them, when they were together and everything was just good and warm and...soft.

Because they were so soft when they were entangled in one another and Clarke just needed him in her before she fell asleep, that became a habit of theirs.

But she knew all too well that things weren’t all rosy, that life wasn’t a fairty tale or a story or a daydream they could discuss in each other’s arms at night. Bellamy often woke up from the shapr pain in his leg-that is what brought her back to reality faster than anything else. Some nights it was so bad, all he could do was curl up on himself and let her spoon him or pull him to her chest and rock him like he did Gus.

She’d move up, go to the bathroom, drench some bandages in cold water or use whatever she had left of the special paste against swelling to plop over his knee and back before wrapping him up and propping his joints on pillows.

Still, he couldn’t sleep well and she’d often just sit up and talk to him or go do laundry by the sink while he moved to the table chair and tried to find a position that didn’t make him feel entrirely trapped as it often happened in bed.

It was similar when she was suffering from her own nightmares or terrors. She’d wake up gasping in his arms, sometimes outright yelling, waking even Gus up with her desperate screams, calling Jackson’s name and shaking. Bellamy would hold her hands to his chest, make her count his heart beats, breathe with him but sometimes when it was too extreme, he’d take her to the bathroom and dip her in some cold water to bring her back to him since he had no other way of helping her.

After, he’d strip her of all clothes and hold her to his body until she warmed up enough to be able to move. And when she did, she’d either pass out from the exhaustion or need to kiss him, hold him, even fuck him which he didn’t mind but he knew that this sex was different from the other times-it was love born out of need and softness and the desperation to feel something and in those moments he was often slow, very slow in pushing into her, gentle and sweet as he kissed her everywhere, sucked her breast, her neck her entire body.

He wouldn’t even cum those nights, he said he didn’t have to or that he could take care of it himself in the morning and in those times, her heart felt with love and warmth for her man who always put himself first. 

She could see work was taking its toll on him and that Aurora kept giving him the cold shoulder when it came to that but even she couldn’t deny that they were doing better especially in terms of food.

In just a week Gus had gained back the weight he lost after the frost bite. Bellamy was bringing in lots of fruit and vegitables as well as bread, meat and even eggs that Gus seemed to love. The kid was for once eating healthy and good and so were they. Bellamy was still rationing in his stupid 'I-have-to-be-the-responsible-dad' way, he barely touched his plate while he gave Clarke dirty looks trying to make her finish hers. 

That’s how she came up with the plan to prepare one whole bigger plate for the two of them and push him to eat his half while she finished hers and in a way it worked. When her fingers ghosted over his stomach at night, she still found it flat but not sunk on him and though she could feel his ribs, he was feeling less dizzy in the morning and she knew part of that was because he ate.

He had mentioned they forced them to have lunch at work too, so they could be the most productive but she still had no idea what was it they worked on exactly. She had heard her father talk about Level 11 and how they wanted to recover the engines there after the big fire from over three years ago but she also remembered her mom mentioning that the environment is unhealthy. Still, whenever she pushed him about it, he shook his head and shrugged it off saying he can’t really talk about it and though it made her angry she was trying to pick her battles.

Despite his reluctance and even flat out disagreement when it came to her practicing medicine in secrecy, his support never wavered. He came with her every evening, even when he was extremely tired, coughed a lot and barely walked. She had often tried to argue with him when she saw him coming home before they had to leave in the span of barely five minutes.

He was so tired that the only thing she wanted to do was push him in bed and command him not to move, tie him up if she had to but he always insisted and cut her protests off with a single glance-”No way I’m leaving you alone, princess. Ever.” and she wanted to cry when he said that. 

Harper had gotten her more than one fake ID and they carefully switched them up so she wouldn’t raise suspicion but on a couple of occassions when there were surprising guard rotations and Alex wasn’t the one on call, Bellamy had had to use his charm as well as his work ID card for them to pass through.

Though she had worked as a medic and a doctor before, even for the brief time in Factory, things now felt...much more personal. They were going into people’s homes and she could see truly how horrible everyone’s living conditions were.

On occassions, like the one time they visited one of the older mechanics from Factory who Bellamy knew by name of course and respected as his elder, the first person who showed him how to fix an engine and work mechanics, they found themselves in a room which was literally two by two. Henry had a small cot and a little metal table with a chair pressed opposite of it. All his clothes that were so meager were hung on a little hanger on the wall, he had one pair of boots, a photo of his diseased wife who died in Farm after working the gardens for many years and after his kid left home too he was moved here.

It was more of a closet than a living place really and with his broken leg he was barely making it up as it was without hitting another part of his body. Then there were families of three living in the same conditions with all of them huddling on the small cot or outright living on the floor on matresses and pilled up holey blankets. Some didn’t even have a table but used chairs or old metal drawers as such. 

“See, I think that we can call ourselves lucky with our one room and our own bathroom instead of a common one.” Bellamy had said on their way back when Clarke was so stunned she couldn’t talk.

And yet everyone met her with warm smiles and tight hand-squeezes. She realized for them she was a beacon of hope, a ray of sunshine from a star they’ve never seen but only imagined, a dream, a myth, for some perhaps, a saint.

They couldn’t pay them in any way and though Clarke insisted she doesn’t charge, they still shoved cans of beans in her or Bellamy’s hands, mashed potatoes, green peas or small pieces of cloth they knew could be used to mend something. Clarke refused to take them especially when the families were so poor they couldn’t even afford medicine but some were stubborn and said if she didn’t, they’d be offended.

“They don’t want you to see them as a charity case” Bellamy had explained “Those are people with their own pride and dignity and even if they don’t eat anything tonight, they’ll give you the little they have to pay you for what you’ve done for them.”

“But I don’t want them to starve!” she had opposed somewhat desperately and he had smilled, leaning on his newly fashioned metal cane that he had made himself with her help on a slower Sunday afternoon.

“Oh, princess, it’s not about that.” he tries to explain despite her angry stubborn frown that he just wants to kiss away “This is how we do things around here. We trade to survive, we give each other the smallest of presents to bring joy and those people...they skip meals daily, so this is nothing new for them. They give you this can of corn because they have pride, they have dignity and they know they’re not lesser than any Alpha citizent or the chancellor but also...they are different because they have good in them.” he smiles at her “Despite the tough times, they are good.”

Clarke stares down at the can in her hand but finally sighs and nods in agreement.

“Okay.” she says “But I still feel bad.”

“Don’t. And anyway, I’ll make sure they have something to eat tomorrow, okay?” he had promised as he kept on limping back home and she looked at him confused before rushing back after him.

“How? What do you mean?” Bellamy stops and leans on the wall, picking up a small notebook from his jumper’s front pocket which she knew he used for work or to make notes of things they needed so he could get the money to buy them but now he turns on a page where she sees his big block letters denoting the names of people and families “I keep track.” he says “To those we’ve helped and then I talk to Monty and Harper or Jasper and Maya and some of the other people I know around here.” he tucks it back in and zips his pocket before he keeps on “Next morning the Jameses will wake to a bag of rice and a few bean cans by their door step, don’t you worry.”

“But....but how?” she asks confused “Where do you get that from? How do you guys do this?”

Bellamy smiles again and keeps on walking.

“I’m not just your guardian, princess. I can’t simply sit outside and do nothing, I had to find a way to help too.”

“But-” she shook her head completely stunned. Some days, despite his good job now, they still couldn’t afford much so what was he doing? How was he getting people what they needed? Unless-”Are you spending your own ration points on others?” he avoids her look but she grabs his elbow and forces him to look at her “Bellamy-”

“Hey, I know what I’m doing, alright?” he insists “Plus, I can’t spend more than a few cans of beans or corn. Monty helps some with the rest.”

“The rest?”

“He has access to the storages.” Bellamy whispers when a few people pass them by and he fastens his step “He can grab a few ounces of flour here, some potatoes there, not much but enough for those people.”

Clarke’s heart fills with warmth again-here was her beautiful, intelligent, kind and yes, sometimes stubborn man, trying to find ways to help those less fortunate than him even though he himself couldn’t be considered even middle class by any Ark or Alpha standards. He was giving some of his own to help others, maybe that was why he still rationed his own food and picked at his plate and as angry as that made her for he was putting as always himself behind, she couldn’t help but just...love him.

When she stops abruptly and throws herself in his arms, he is so surprised he doesn’t hug her right away, unable to take his hand off his his crutch and keep his balance.

“Hey, easy there, princess-” he laughs a little in her ear “We’ll both end up on the ground.” she shakes her head and buries herself in his chest for a moment, letting him rub his hand up and down her back soothingly and kiss her hair “It’s okay, princess, it’s all fine. It’s not just me.”

“Don’t undermine your efforts.” she whispers, making his chest reverbarate for once instead of him filling her being with love and warmth “We started this because of me. You insisted you kept me company, not that you’d...start a Robin Hood initiative.” Bellamy scoffs at the comparison.

“Robin Hood? Princess...please find a better hero out there.”

“Batman?”

“You’re the Clarke from the two of us, doc.” he points out and she pulls away, cupping his face in her hands and moving up for a deep kiss. He kisses her back just as warm and hot as she was and when she pulls back and stares in his eyes he kisses her nose like he loved doing, always saying he finds her to be too adorable for his heart to handle.

He had two kiddos, he said-Gus and her and both of them were as equally grumpy in the morning, making his life harder. 

“You are my hero, Bellamy.” she says then, fanning his face with her breath as she tucked his curls behind his ear. His hair had grown out in the past few weeks again and she needed to give him another haircut, hopefully a little more professional than the last one which made his head look uneven “There’s no other like you.”

“Come on now-”

“I’m being serious.” she insists, making her voice serious trying to force his stupid thick head to understand what he means to her “You have saved me-”

“We’ve talked about this, I don’t want to go back to that day.” he argues and she knows what he means and that yes, they have indeed talked about it.

“I don’t mean just the bombs, I mean...in general. You  have helped me so much without even realizing it and you had given so much of yourself out to others too.” he blushes and looks down a little uncomfortable like he and Gus always did whenever someone praised them. Her hand slid to his chest with ease and she smiled at him “Your heart is so big, Bellamy,”

“Clarke, come on, that’s not true.”

“Yes it is, don’t do that.” she scolds him mildly “Don’t try to shake your head and shut me down-I want you to know this because I don’t think you do-” she looks into his eyes again “You matter, Bellamy.” she says soft but serious “You matter so much more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Clarke-”

“And you forget that you can put yourself first sometimes too.” she continues, not letting him interrupt her “I know Gus comes before you, always, but you...you have to remember that you are important as well. You can take time to rest, to heal, to feel broken, to recover, okay?” he sighs, shakes his head still disagreeing with her but she picks him up and digs her nails into his cheeks to prove her point again “Please...I know it’s hard for you, but you have to try and do this for me, alright?”

He scoffs and while his hands remain on her back and he presses his forehead against her, he doesn’t seem to have let her words sink, which in turn makes her mad.

“You’re wrong.” he whispers “I never saved you-” he continues, this time being the faster one of the two of them so she fails to interrupt him “You saved yourself, Clarke. I think you always have even before we met and that is why we fit together-you see beyond what I am...what we all are and you bear hope not just for me but for everyone that things could get better.” he presses his lips against hers and rubs the back of her neck “You are a light in my life, Clarke.”

This time she disagrees with a scoff but he silences her with a kiss and urges her to go on.

That is how most of their nights went on-they talked a lot on the way back, discussed ideas, ways to help people, made mental lists for supplies or how they could get this medicine or that one for some of her patients.

And as much as Bellamy refused to admit it out of fear that he’d jinx it, things were mostly going well-yes, they were working their asses off, yes, he barely slept because of the pain in his leg at night and Gus missed him too much he clung on him like a koala bear and yes work on level 11 was hard. He had another vent to fix this week with the help of Jasper and Maya again and all three of them passed out from the lack of oxygen and ended up in the small medbay with once again Abby Griffin angrily scoffing and moving around their cots, pushing masks on their faces and treatening them not to move.

She still avoided his look but he knew she was itching to ask for Clarke yet she never did-she treated him as coldly and calmly as she did the others and yelled at him for not taking any care of his leg or back but one time when Clarke’s bandages from the night before had stayed on him and he had to strip for the mandatory examination they had every week, he noticed her fingers ghosted over them and she knew that this was done by her and it was her way of touching something her daughter did.

He had seen Wells and Jake once too. They came to inspect the progress of their work on a surprise visit that sent poor Sinclair into a sweating fit with his cheeks red and his hair a mess. Bellamy had smiled as he kept on working his vent with Jasper whose hands shook when he realized what was happening-even the Alpha councilmen and best mechanics were subjected to inspections.

Wells was wearing his typical Commanding Guard’s uniform looking cold and stern. He only ever glanced at Bellamy once but he couldn’t make out his face from under the mask both him and Jake wore at all times inside like the rest of them.

Jake didn’t stop staring at him, though-Bellamy swore he could feel his eyes pinned on his neck the entire time and that in turn made him sweat about as much as Sinclair had. 

When they were lined up before the three of them-Wells, Jake and Sinclair and their boss was explaining their best qualities and how much each has helped in restoring the Level, Jake was smiling and nodding eagerly while Wells remained a dark cloud with furrowed eyebrows and his arms crossed behind his back, reminding Bellamy so much of Morgan, as if any second he’d take out his baton and beat him up in the middle of the room for everyone to see.

Wells didn’t seem impressed at all, he kept prodding Sinclair with different questions and finally before they left, he said that with the time and resources that the Ark was lending them, they should’ve done better by now and that the chancellor expects results sooner rather than later while Jake mumbled something in Sinclair’s ear and patted his shoulder which Bellamy took as a good sign.

When they were leaving work that day, Wells and Jake were still outside talking over plans and logistics with Sinclair so when Bellamy was coming out of the locker rooms, he heard Clarke’s father make an excuse and rush after him, but only when they’ve turned around the corner towards the elevator that would send him back to Factory, to his home.

Bellamy had stopped, leaning heavily on the wall when Jake stood in his way.

“Is she okay?” he had asked cutting right through the chase which Bellamy liked. The man probably knew they didn’t have that much time to spare, with Wells coming in to leave soon as well.

“She’s fine.” Bellamy assures with a small smile recognizing a concerned father when he saw one.

“Is she healthy? Are you guys okay? We heard of the engines getting broken and the night you spent without electricity.”

“She was a little shaken, but she’s fine, I promise. I’m taking care of her.” Jake relaxed at that a little and clasped his arm.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want me to tell her something?” Bellamy asked and Jake thought about it for a moment before finally shaking his head and sighing.

“It’s too dangerous now and maybe it’s better for her if she doesn’t know about any of this. When some time passes I’ll find a way to contact you.” Bellamy agreed and though he felt bad that he’d go home that night and not be able to tell her that her father was out there asking if she’s alright, he agreed with Jake-some time had to pass for things to be safe so they could perhaps even see each other.

He knew that Clarke missed her father very much. Often times when he was playing with Gus or holding him, there was a different glint in her eyes-one that wasn’t her being hot for him or wanting to kiss him and strip him of his clothes but instead something nostlagic, sad. He knew she was thinking of her dad holding her the same way, talking to her, loving her like he did Gus and she missed him dearly. She had always been a daddy’s girl, he knew that, she had admitted as much so no matter how good he was trying to do at giving her a home and a family, he could never replace her father. 

[super-unpredictable98]

Garota de Outro Momento | Garota do Momento AU

Capítulo 1: Só de Ida

Contagem de palavras: 2k

Aviso: Linguagem

A/n: Oi gente! Então chegou minha primeira fic em português... eu não escrevo na minha língua nativa há muitos anos, então por favor me perdoem por qualquer erro, estou bem enferrujada hahaha. Eu estou completamente viciada em Garota do Momento e por isso decidi escrever esse AU com a minha personagem original. Se quiserem saber um pouco mais sobre ela é só clicar aqui. Para efeitos narrativos, por favor ignorem barreiras linguísticas XD espero que gostem e se quiserem ler a versão em inglês, é só clicar aqui. Beijosss

[Masterlist]

"O que você está me dizendo, Nathan? Nunca vamos nos ver de novo? Você não gosta mais de mim?"

"Eu gosto, eu gosto muito, mas não posso fazer isso. Isso foi um erro, o que nós fizemos."

"Foi só um beijo… Me desculpa, eu nem queria ter feito, mas não pude evitar, eu tinha bebido demais pra me controlar."

"Eu sei, não me orgulho disso, mas… eu gostei. Nós somos amigos há tanto tempo e eu tentei ignorar, porque da última vez que algo assim aconteceu foi um desastre.

"Não quero perder você como amigo."

"Eu sei, também não quero isso, mas o problema é que eu gosto de você de verdade."

"Então fica comigo! Não precisa ser assim…"

"Eu sou casado, tenho família! Eu costumava dizer que seria um fodido até os trinta, mas o que eu diria pra Marnie? Ela não pode ficar sozinha com o Junior."

"Olha, eu não sou destruidora de lares, mas caramba, Nathan! Eu te amo!"

"Eu acho que te amo também, mas é uma situação de pessoa certa no lugar errado. Estamos em momentos tão diferentes da vida, eu sei que vai achar alguém da sua idade, espero que ele seja mais legal e mais bondoso que eu. Eu diria que espero que ele seja mais engraçado, mas isso é pedir demais… nós dois sabemos que isso não é realista. Você não ia passar o verão no Brasil? Quem sabe você não encontra seu príncipe encantado?"

"Eu não quero qualquer cara que seja mais gentil ou fofo, eu quero você."

"Eu também te quero, Lollipop… É por isso que acho melhor se a gente não se falar mais."

"Então é isso? Um adeus?"

"Eu acho que sim. Talvez haja outra vida em que nós ficamos juntos, desculpa por não ter dado certo nessa daqui."

"Eu vou achar essa outra vida."

Lydia balançou a cabeça tentando ignorar aquela memória, já tinha duas semanas que tudo aconteceu, mas ela não conseguia parar de pensar no quão doloroso foi aquele momento. Ela estava de coração quebrado, mas nunca diria isso em voz alta, ela já se odiava o suficiente por abaixar a guarda e se apaixonar por alguém como Nathan Young. Por que justo o amigo idiota do seu irmão mais velho?

Ela se odiava por ter beijado um homem casado, por ter destruído sua amizade com ele, por ter machucado a Marnie, que apesar de bem chata, não merecia isso e não fez nada de errado além de chegar primeiro no coração de Nathan. Lydia Bellamy não é o tipo de pessoa que faz isso.

Ela não tinha mais nada a perder, então estava organizando suas coisas em uma mala grande. Levava dinheiro, algumas roupas, remédios, seu velho MP3, laptop com fotos, anotações importantes e outras coisas que ela julgava essenciais. Ela ia voltar para 2009.

Depois de uma grande tempestade de granizo alguns anos atrás, pessoas atingidas por um raio em Wertham, uma partezinha de Londres, ganharam estranhos superpoderes que pareciam corresponder com suas maiores inseguranças ou questões mal resolvidas. Nathan era um deles, ele se tornou imortal. O irmão de Lydia, Simon, era outro, que ganhou o poder de ficar invisível.

Um tipo bem suspeito acabou ganhando o poder de transferir poderes de uma pessoa para a outra e tornou isso seu ganha-pão, comprando e vendendo habilidades como se fosse um sebo humano. Exatamente esse homem que Lydia procurou quando vendeu sua guitarra Fender clássica e conseguiu dinheiro suficiente para comprar algo que a levasse para o passado.

"Tenho viagem só de ida no tempo. Pode usar para quando quiser, mas apenas uma vez. Não tem volta," o homem disse e ela aceitou, sem ter escolha ou perspectiva melhor.

Com a mala pronta, Lydia fechou os olhos e focou na data exata para quando queria ser transportada. O problema é que ela não sabia a data exata, ela lembrava pouco daquela época já que tinha apenas 12 anos em 2009, exatamente há dez anos atrás.

"Verão de 2009," ela murmurou pra si mesma, mas quanto mais ela tentava focar na data, mais tonta ela ficava. Sua visão foi ficando turva e os olhos pesados até que ela sentiu um puxão, como se alguém tivesse arrastado ela de um canto ao outro do quarto.

Só que… quando ela abriu os olhos, não estava mais no quarto. Estava quente, um calor de rachar que ela não sentia há muito tempo, e olhando pra cima viu o letreiro de uma loja: Perfumaria Carioca.

"Carioca? Rio de Janeiro?"

**

Beto é jornalista, estava cobrindo a folia dos blocos de rua, fazendo dele o único ali vestindo calça de alfaiataria, camisa social e gravata. O calor era de lascar, mas ele queria ser profissional mesmo assim. Ele só precisaria aguentar até a noite, quando ia para o clube Gente Fina com sua namoradinha, Beatriz.

"Beto! Chega de trabalhar!" Ulisses, melhor amigo do rapaz, foi atrás dele pelo meio do bloco de carnaval.

"É pra capa do jornal! Além disso, tenho que escrever a matéria, hoje não tem folia pra mim," Beto olhou pelo visor da câmera pra tirar as fotos. Ele foi fotografando várias cenas até que sua lente focou em uma moça desorientada que usava a fantasia mais estranha que já tinha visto. "Ulisses… olha lá."

"Quem é o broto?"

Lydia tem longos cabelos ondulados azuis com as pontas roxas, usava uma regata do Panic! At The Disco, saia xadrez rosa bem curta estilo Avril Lavigne, cinto cheio de correntes, gravata preta com um nó frouxo, brincos enormes de raio além de diversos anéis e pulseiras no mesmo estilo, meia calça toda rasgada e bota coturno com spikes prateados.

"Oh for fuck's sake…" ela murmurou. "Nem o Doctor Who na TARDIS errava tanto o destino assim. Que merda é essa?"

"Olha, mas que pedaço," um rapaz se aproximou. "Mostrando as alcinhas do sutiã, que sapequinha!"

"Me deixa em paz," ela tentou se afastar.

"Não, meu amor, dá pra ver que você é farinha fina, vem curtir com a gente, coisa linda," outro homem se juntou ao primeiro.

Beto notou a comoção da moça tentando se afastar enquanto um grupo de homens a cercava e tentava alguma coisa. Ele correu pra socorrer.

"Deixa a moça em paz!" Ele gritou, mas antes que pudesse fazer qualquer coisa, Lydia acertou um dos homens com um soco, seus anéis tornando o impacto ainda mais potente. O homem caiu e os outros acabaram saindo correndo. "Carambola…"

"O que foi? Você também?" Ela levantou a mão pra ele que se acuou.

"E-eu só estou tentando ajudar, não me bate!" Beto riu. "Você acertou o patife bem no queixo, deve ter até quebrado."

"Ai desculpa, fiquei nervosa aqui e já achei que você ia se engraçar também."

Naquele breve momento, Lydia viu a bondade nos olhos castanhos do rapaz. Beto é alto, mais alto que ela (o que sempre foi difícil de achar), rosto com linhas fortes e belas, sardas e cabelo loiro. Lindo.

"Imagina, eu nem poderia. Estou aqui a trabalho, meu nome é Roberto-"

"Desculpa pela pergunta estranha, mas… em que ano nós estamos?"

"Ano? Você bebeu demais? Precisa de alguma ajuda?"

"Não, tô bem sim, só queria mesmo saber."

"Ué, 1958," ele deu um risinho como se fosse óbvio.

"Puta que pariu!" Ela gritou aterrorizada e saiu correndo. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Calma, espera! Qual seu nome?" Beto tentou seguir, mas a moça já havia sumido na multidão.

Ulisses correu em direção ao seu amigo, bobo com a cena que acabara de presenciar.

"Você viu que estouro?" Beto sorriu.

"Ela é do barulho, ia te plantar a mão!"

"A garota mais bonita que eu já vi, mais bonita que a Audrey Hepburn, que a Marilyn Monroe, que a Dorothy Dandridge. Esse broto tem um it, Ulisses, viu o sotaque que fofo? Se ela quisesse poderia ser uma estrela."

"Certamente ela chama atenção, que roupa era aquela? Nunca vi fantasia de carnaval daquele jeito, muito menos uma peruca daquelas."

"Não era peruca, aquele era o cabelo dela mesmo."

"Impossível, como assim? É uma sereia por acaso?" Ulisses riu.

"Estou começando a achar que sim."

**

Lydia andou pelas ruas do Rio sem saber como foi parar lá, e pior… a ficha começava a cair que ela nunca mais veria o Nathan, nem seus amigos, seus pais nem eram nascidos e ela não tinha como voltar, nunca mais. Estava presa e sozinha pra sempre.

"Como se eu tivesse recebido o toque do Anjo Lamentador," ela se entristeceu e sentou na calçada ao lado de sua mala.

"Anjo o que?" Uma mulher parou na sua frente.

A mulher era linda, sua pele negra brilhava na luz do sol e seu penteado era de parar o trânsito.

"Nada… eu estava pensando alto."

"Que cabelo lindo, boneca! Posso ver mais de pertinho?" Ela perguntou.

"Pode."

"Meu nome é Glória Regina, mas pode me chamar de Glorinha. Estou estudando pra ser cabeleireira e nunca vi um cabelo como o seu. Onde conseguiu tintas para deixar assim?"

"Se eu te contasse, você nunca ia acreditar… então pra simplificar, vou dizer que são de Londres. Acabei de chegar de lá. Sou Lydia, aliás, Lydia Bellamy."

"Muito prazer, e seja bem vinda ao Rio."

"Obrigada," ela riu ironicamente. "Não era pra eu estar aqui, errei meu destino. Já tive que bater em uns idiotas que queriam tirar vantagem no bloco… a recepção está bem calorosa."

"Ai tadinha! Olha sua mão! Vem, boneca, vou te levar até a pensão pra colocar um gelo nisso. Eu moro numa pensão em Copacabana só de moças, você vai gostar de lá."

"Sabe se tem algum quarto vago? Não tenho nem onde ficar e só tenho libras comigo."

"Claro, Dona Iolanda sempre arruma espaço."

Lá na pensão, dona Iolanda estava ralhando com a filha, Ana Maria, como sempre por conta da roupa que escolheu usar no baile do clube Gente Fina, que aconteceria em algumas horas.

"Não vai assim nem morta, menina! Vão falar o quê? Que você não tem mãe!" Iolanda perseguia a filha por entre os móveis. "Arruma essa saia!"

"Mas mãe! Todas as meninas estão usando assim!" Ana Maria choramingou e assim que viu Glorinha entrar com Lydia, ela apontou. "Olha lá! Olha a saia que a moça está usando, muito mais curta que a minha!"

"Mas essa juventude está perdida mesmo…" Iolanda murmurou vendo o estado da garota. "Menina, o que aconteceu que rasgou toda sua meia calça? Foi algum acidente?"

"Não, eu já comprei assim," Lydia riu.

"Então alguém te engambelou, minha querida, onde já se viu?"

"Dona Iolanda, a Lydia precisa de um lugar pra ficar e um pouco de gelo pra mão dela. Uns patifes tentaram se aproveitar dela,” Glorinha explicou.

"Lógico que tentaram. Sem querer te ofender, meu amor, mas com essa roupa? Nem na praia eu vejo alguém usando uma coisa tão curta…" ela foi logo pegar o gelo. "O quarto nós temos, o preço fica um pouco menor se pagar pelo mês, o café da manhã já está incluso e as outras refeições são à parte."

"Sim claro, acho melhor já pagar pelo mês mesmo, não tenho como voltar pra casa," Lydia suspirou, deixando que Iolanda colocasse gelo na sua mão. "A senhora aceita libras?"

"Libras? Libras assim da Inglaterra?"

"Sim. Acabo de chegar de lá."

"Claro!" Os olhos dela se iluminaram pensando no luxo de mostrar a todos que tinha dinheiro internacional pra trocar no banco. "Só preciso ver direitinho a conversão pra não sair no prejuízo né… sem querer ser gananciosa, mas ninguém me dá um bife!"

[opheliaandthesun]

inspo pic for Bear with me by opheliaandthesun

[dakotaawolven]

She wakes in the dark, snuggled between Monty and Raven in Raven's bed. It takes a couple minutes for her to untangle herself without waking anyone, and she presses her lips to Monty's forehead before she finally leaves the bed. A smile lifts the corners of her mouth as she watches Monty move closer to Raven in his sleep while Raven shifts closer to Monty too. Kyle follows Raven's movements in his sleep and Harper forces herself not to laugh as she watches Kyle and Monty essentially fight over cuddling Raven in their sleep. With a small shake of her head, she turns and slips out of the bedroom. 

Wells is asleep on the couch, and Harper is quiet as she moves through the room towards the window. Staring down at the earth, her heart aches. They didn't even get a whole year on Earth last time, and she hates that she can't even really remember what it was like. She remembers the things that happened, sure, and she remembers the trees—the colors so vibrant—and the animals. But she can't remember the smells, the tastes…the feel of Earth. Part of her still wonders if this is really happening and not some hallucination she's seeing at the very end of her life. But Monty remembers her death, and that's not something she thinks she would see in any sort of last thought. 

Her gaze drifts over to Wells and she feels old. She has fifty years on him now—on most of her friends too, and still several decades on their parents as well. It's a weird feeling, knowing that she and Monty outlived everyone else, at least in length of life. But she is looking forward to living with her friends this time. She won't ever regret the life she had with Monty on Eligius, but she can't help but want more this time; she wants Jordan to grow up with their family—with other kids, hopefully! She wants a life on Earth, and she knows that Monty wants the same thing.

— Chapter 41 of Taim kom hod in au te kos(when love becomes the reason)

Or start from Chapter 1!

[woodandwaxwings]

If I wrote a 100 x reader glee au would y'all read it?

This pole will not affect if I write it or not I just wanna see if I have a demographic for this fic lol. I just think it's a funny concept and I wanna see what I could do with it. Honestly I just think i'd be funny to put a bunch of child criminals in a high school show choir. (Obviously it's gonna be male reader)

[reinarandraw]

I drew a fake magazine covers, articles, and wikipedia page for Sam Bellamy as a part of my bellhands coffee shop - billionaire au A Shot of Romance [AO3 here]

At the end of chapter 4, Izzy googled Sam Bellamy and these are some things he found

[cvldbones]

the courage of stars (13/13) - epilogue

Two Years & 6 Months Later

Clarke has seen all the seasons on Earth, but she has decided she loves summer the best.

Spring is beautiful, but she learned that she has something called allergies, and she spends those months sneezing and coughing without any remedy. Winter is cold and barren; the flowers die, the trees lose their leaves, and she stares into the sky begging the sun to return for just an hour longer. Autumn is a close second, for her, with the lingering summer air interspersed by breezes, the way the world seems to turn golden.

But there is something about the summer.

Perhaps it has something to do with Bellamy, shirtless, glistening from the water, smile stretching his face, freckles more prominent than they have been in months.

Perhaps.

Clarke is lounging on the grass near the lake, toes dipped into the cool water. Raven is beside her with her braced leg stretched out, hands pillowed beneath her arms. Her eyes are closed but there is a smile playing around her lips, even as Wick comes up and splashes her.

“Idiot!” Raven yells half-heartedly.

“Spoilsport!” Wick calls back.

Rolling her eyes, Clarke finds Bellamy again in the water. He’s watching her, now, his eyes burnished in the high noon sun. He winks at her, and she laughs, and the world feels so warm. So whole.

[itsonlybaby]

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RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.

Because most of them aren’t mine, credits are at the end.

SHORT

“Marry me.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“You are not going without me.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“I swear it won’t happen again.”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not jealous.”

"You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“We can’t keep doing this.”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Isn’t this amazing?”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

“Run away with me.”

“You did WHAT?”

“Quit whining.”

“Get outta my sight!”

“Why are you so annoying?”

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

"Never in a million years.”

“Don’t ask me that…”

“I might have had a few shots.”

“What’s with the box?”

“W- What are you doing?”

“Say it!”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“Are you done with that?”

“What’s going on here?”

“Stop pinning this on me! You started it!”

“It’s your fault we’re in this mess.”

“Did you do this on purpose?!”

“Kiss me.”

“Are you still awake..?”

“Excuse you?”

“This is all your fault!”

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!”

“I shouldn’t be in love with you!”

“It’s not fair!”

“I could kill you right now!”

“Knock it off!”

“Screw you!”

“You’re a complete moron!”

“I love this song!”

“I can’t be in love with you!”

“Make me.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“I hate you.”

“You are infuriating!”

“Just shut up already.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Bite me.”

“Eat me.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Just admit I’m right.”

“Just admit you’re wrong.”

“You are being ridiculous!”

“That’s irrational.”

“Listen to me!”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”

“Don’t yell at me.”

“That’s it. End of discussion.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“You shouldn’t have said that.”

“Fuck you!”

“Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.”

“How dare you?”

“I dare you!” 

“It’s you, it’s always been you.” 

“Well this is awkward…”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”

“You know what I like most about people? Pets.”

“Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.”

“Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.”

“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”

“Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?”

“Can I touch your boob?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?”

“Give me cake or give me death.”

“On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?”

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.”

“Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.”

“No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.”

“When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!”

“If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?”

“I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.”

“What have I told you about the toilet seat?”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

“You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.”

“I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.”

“I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.”

“You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.”

“What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.”

“I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!”

“This would not happen if I had a penis!”

“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”

“All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.”

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.”

“I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.”

“To the night you’ll never remember!”

“Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!”

“It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.”

“Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.”

“I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.”

“You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!”

“This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.”

“You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.”

“You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?”

"I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“Do you need me to kill someone for you?”

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

“Fuck the sandwich guy!”

“I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

“The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.”

“I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.”

“There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.”

“I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?”  

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s midnight, what do you want?”

“I think I know how to use a bed.”

“If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.”

“You are completely unfit to handle a child.”

“We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.”

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

“When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

PREGNANCY

“I have something to tell you…”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant!”

“When were you going to tell me that you’re pregnant?”

“You’re smart and successful with an adorable belly.”

“$50 bucks says it’s a girl/boy.”

“Pregnancy suits you…”

“Hello little one. We can’t wait to meet you…”

“I’ll just be in the bathroom throwing my fucking guts up because our unborn kid wants to be a dick!”

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet…”

“Shh… He/she’s sleeping..”

“I have a special surprise for you. Close your eyes and follow me.”

“No, no, no, no, no, we aren’t ready… We aren’t ready for kids yet!”

“Oh, gosh, I felt it! I felt a kick!”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…”

“You’re so cute when you pout like that!”

“Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“What, does that feel good?”

“HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?”

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

“You are ridiculously comfortable…”

“I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”

“You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?”

“These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.”

“Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.”

“Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…”

“Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?”

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.”

“This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?”

“Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.”

“I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“I’m not actually feeling anything.”

“Are you getting any closer?”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.”

“Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.”

“Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.”

“I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now?

[text]: Do you want to bet on that?

[text]: Guess who just got back in town.

[text]: So I might be in a hospital right now…

[text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore!

[text]: Come on, come to the party!

[text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive.

[text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up.

[text]: I call bullshit.

[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?

[text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship.

[text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness.

[text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall.

[text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

[text] I know what you did last summer…

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[bellamyblake]

Part 45 of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth, @blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I’m sorry for taking so long to update!)

(moodboard by @star-sky-earth​​​​):

The weeks passed like this, some nights were busier than others for her and some were quiet and they went back home to Gus earlier than expected. He knew work was hard on Clarke-taking care and making sure humans survived these horrible conditions took its toll on you but he only ever realized how bad and serious it can be on her a few nights ago when she lost a little girl, about Gus’ age to a very bad case of pneumonia.

He knew her parents vaguely-they were from Farm, friends of Harper and Monty, both of them working the solar panel fields, growing vegitables. Their baby girl, Charlotte has gotten sick during the electricity cut off and Clarke has been treating her for weeks. Some days she got better and Clarke was convinced she almost beat it but others, they’d come to find her curled up on her own in the bed, her mom holding her hand and singing to her as she barely breathed. 

Charlotte was only this bad because last year she caught the flu again and it got just as serious but they never treated her with proper medication because they didn’t have access to any doctors or antibiotics. As a result, her lungs were severely damaged and she often got sick after that, catching colds constantly and quickly getting sicker in a short amount of time.

But the night she spent much like Gus, curled up to her mother’s chest and freezing more and more by the minute, seemed to be what was the last straw-she didn’t only get frostbite on her face, hands and toes, she caught a horrible cough and no matter how hard Clarke tried and she did try very hard, the girl wouldn’t get better.

The nights before Charlotte died Clarke knew what was coming but she still persisted and tried out different medications, wanted to change the antibiotics too but when they went there on that unfortunate evening, her mom and dad were holding her in her arms as she barely breathed and watched as the life was slowly leaving her body.

Bellamy recognized what was happening right away, so when Clarke wanted to push another vial into her little body or listen to her lungs, he simply put his hand on her shoulder and softly pulled her back to the chair he had brought closer to the bed. 

He shook his head at her and nodded at the girl’s limp hand, hanging from her side.

Clarke took it, kissed her white knuckles with trembling lips while Bellamy cupped her little foot and rubbed his thumb over her frostbitten toes.

They watched as Charlotte took her last breath and died in her parent’s arms. Her mom was talking to her till the end and her dad was stroking her head with his big calloused fingers.

“I’m so sorry-” Clarke had hugged her mom tightly “I’m sorry, I tried.” 

“I know you did.” her mom had said whispering back in her ear “Nobody has ever fought for my girl like you did. Thank you.”

They had left them all alone that night and Bellamy had insisted they don’t visit any other patients, radioing Harper on the private line they had established over the past few weeks and asking her to cover for Clarke because he had to take her home.

And he had, he did. She was barely walking straight on the way back and when they finally made it in, he gave his mom a sign that they had to be left alone, so she kissed his forehead goodbye and let them be. Gus, the poor fella, knew something wasn’t okay either because he grew quieter as well and ate his plate without any fuss or arguments. Soon enough he was asleep in his bed and Bellamy was pushing Clarke to his chest as she cried her guts out and fist his shirt, whispering how this wasn’t fair and she should’ve done better.

“You did your best.” he promises as he held her “You did everything you could for her. Not everyone can survive Factory-it’s a hard lesson that we learn in the worst ways.”

“I wish you didn’t have to.” she had whispered as the tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

“Me either, princess.”

He had carried her to the bathroom after, helped her wash up, shampooed her hair and her body, dried her off, dressed her in her PJs. She was as limp and as broken as she had been after Jackson died and it scared Bellamy, but he hoped things would be okay with him there, that she could recover and keep going.

Next day she had tried to march on, forget her feelings and what happened to Charlotte and just keep helping others but he knew she wasn’t fine-it was the light tremble of her hands, the whiteness of her cheeks, the sadness in her eyes.

He let it go for a day but then tonight, when she saw how wobbly she was on her feet, he realized he’s had enough of this stupid-pretending-to-be strong charade and when they were leaving the house of an elderly man with a broken leg who’s she’s been fixing for a few weeks, he grabbed her elbow and pulled her back in one of the hallways.

“Let’s go home.” he said looking into her seriously.

“What? No! I still have three more patients to see.” Clarke had protested and tried to get away from him but he stood in her way and blocked her from walking it off like she usually did.

“They’re not severe cases-it’s just changing bandages, I’ll radio Harper and she’ll take care of them for you.” he did know there was an older seamstress with a bad arm cut, a boy with a dislocated shoulder and a man about his age with a busted knee which Clarke was rewrapping in a similar way that she did Bellamy’s. “I think we should go home early tonight.” he repeated and Clarke jutted her chin at him.

“No. I want to keep going.”

“You can’t-” he had cut her off, raising his hand a little “You don’t feel well and that’s alright, after what happened the other night, everyone would be shaken.”

Clarke looked away, snapping her head and closing her eyes for a moment, breathing in. 

“I’m fine. Losing Charlotte sucked, but there are other people who need my help. I have to go and-”

“No, you don’t have to do anything if you’re not feeling mentally fine and I know you aren’t.” he insists, gripping her hand with his fingers and forcing her to look at him again “Clarke, you don’t have to be strong for me, you know that. You don’t need to pretend.”

“I’m not pretending, I just want to...I want to keep going.”

“I know but you can’t. You need to get home and rest, let it all sink in. I don’t want you to live through something traumatic and then wake up the next morning and keep going like a machine-” he had scolded mildly and looked up at him with big broken eyes “This isn’t Alpha. You can’t just take a breath, then another and ignore the pain of others or your own.” she bows her head again and he pushes her to his chest, wrapping his arms tight around her.

“This isn’t the person I fell in love with, okay?” she tightens her hand around his back and he feels them slide from his middle to his lower back. 

“Sometimes you make too much sense.” she whispers in his chest before looking up to find him smiling at her a little “I don’t like it.” he chuckles and pats the brow between her eyes with his index finger before leaning in for a kiss.

“Sure you don’t, princess.” he jokes and kisses her again before finally pulling back and tugging her down the hallway. “Let’s go home.” he says again and this time she nods, agreeing with him.

They’re talking quietly as they cross the square back to the gates between Farm and Factory, lost in their heads, discussing what to eat tonight or which game to play with Gus who they were sure would be happy to see them back earlier than usually.

He’d been doing so well at school lately, acing all his reading tests and reciting poems on a few day care celebrations. He was all ready for Wheat day that would be in just a few weeks and Clarke couldn’t wait to see the biggest and most important holiday for Factory and Farm stations and participate for the first time.

They were so lost in thought and conversation that they didn’t notice Alex wasn’t the guard on post. When Bellamy finally approached the gates, he felt Clarke tensing to him because she too felt there was something wrong-the guards, instead of just two or even one by the gates at that point of night, were five, wearing heavier guns than they usually did. 

Bellamy glanced around the square and found that it wasn’t just those few that looked somewhat different, there were a few more little groups of three or four guards on each side of the square and he felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Maybe they’re cautious of this word about a protest going out?” Clarke whispered as they slowed their pace.

There has been a rumour going around that Factory was preparing a strike of sorts joined by Farm and Arrow folks to peacefully protest for better living conditions. Everyone were riled up and angry after the electricity was cut off and the engines stopped working-so many had gotten sick or hurt but now, now they were recovering, in many ways thanks to Clarke who went from house to house trying to fix the damage done and the people were ready to come out and tell the chancellor that this can’t happen again.

Bellamy had thought it was just another protest, nothing out of the ordinary, there had been many throughout the years, most of them very unsuccessful in changing something and very quickly shut down by the guards.

But now he realizes he should’ve at least considered the possibility that Alpha would send extra forces in those stations, even if something was just a rumour or a “peacefull protest”. Jaha would never allow anything to undermine his power, even an insignificant event like this.

“Probably.” Bellamy whispers back already mentally scolding himself through for not thinking this better.

This morning he had woken up with a sinking feeling in his guts, one that he hadn’t felt since the day Gina died and it had scared him but he had tried to push it down-it was just a feeling, nothing else.

Now it came back washing over him like an ocean wave, hitting him hard and making him stumble on his feet.

“Are you okay?” Clarke had asked, coming in before him, helping him steady himself up. She had no idea this was just an act on his part until he looked at her eyes and squeezed her hands.

“Do you have your ID?”

“Yes.”

“The Farm one?” she nods. Harper and Monty had managed to fabricate her more than a few fake IDs as her official paperwork was still not done with probably Alpha slowing it down on purpose so that Clarke couldn’t cross stations.

“I used it to pass through.”

“What about the Factory one?” she nods again, after checking her jeans’ pockets and finding the one identical to his old one that had her photo and the name Josephine Blake, an alias that was his wife, born a few years before him and working as a seamstress in their station. 

“Good, we’ll show this one.” Clarke nods and he moves closer to softly kiss her lips before pulling away and giving her a look saying they could do this, all they had be is remain calm.

When they approach the gates, Bellamy plasters on a fake smile at the guard and Clarke tries to do the same.

“Good evening, guardsman.” he greeted but the man who was definitely more heavily armed than the usual guards passing people through, squeezed his rifle hanging from his chest with one hand and gave Bellamy an angry look from under his black helmet.

“Name and IDs” he simply barked at them and Bellamy tugged Clarke closer as they handed him over their cards. Bellamy kept his work one tucked in the back pocket in case of emergencies but he always showed his regular one first-Sinclair had reiterated more than ones that the less people know where he works, the better and he shouldn’t be waving that red work ID pass anywhere but when he’s coming in and out for his shift.

Still, Bellamy had used it on couple of occassions, just to persuade the guards to let them pass through faster and not give them any trouble.

It usually worked like a miracle.

Usually being the key word here.

“I’m Bellamy Blake and this is my wife Josephine.”he gestured at her but the guard only grunted in their way and looked at them carefully from head to toe.

When he scanned Clarke’s card his machine beeped three times, flashing in red and he immideately blocked their way.

“Your ID won’t go through.” he mumbled angrily “What was the purpose of you visiting Farm?”

“We were just seeing some friends, they recently had their baby and they wanted us to be godparents.” Bellamy spoke perhaps a little too fast as he stood before Clarke, putting himself between the guard and her “Maybe her IDs expired, we know she should change it soon but we could’ve missed the date. Would you scan it again?”

The guard eyes them suspiciously and Bellamy feels his back sweat as he squeezed Clarke’s hand tightly. 

“Please, sir, would you?” the guard swiped it again through his scanner but it burned in bright red once more and he dropped the machine by his leg, reaching for his cuffs.

“I’m going to have to detain you.” he said moving a few steps trying to get to Clarke but Bellamy stood in his way again and tried to look calm.

“Bellamy-” Clarke whispered in his ear scaredly and he just squeezed her hand in return, trying to reassure her.

He raised his hands to the guard and tried to keep his cool.

“I’m sorry, guard, that’s all my fault, I should’ve made us check the ID before we left but we didn’t think something could be wrong with it.”

“It’s not expired-” the guard cut off harshly “Which means it could be fake. I have to detain her. And you.”

“Sir, please-” Bellamy tried again, reaching for his back pocket and taking out his red flashy level 11 card, handing it to the guard as if swiping a bribe in his hand “Would you make an exception-” he nodded at the card and the guard opened up his big rough palm, his eyes widening at the pass. “Just this once. It’s my fault really.”

The guard took a step back, picked up his card and swiped it through the scanner which now came out in flashing green but the man didn’t deflate or change his position as Bellamy had hoped he would.

“This isn’t your wife.” the guard mumbled and Bellamy shook his head, taking it as an opportunity to give them the perfect cover, hoping to apologize to Clarke later when they were back home.

“You know how it is...Farm girls...much more prettier than Factory ones.” he swallows hard, wincing as he says the next part “Me and a few buddies just wanted to have some fun and the girl is just trying to make a living, so-” the guard glanced at Clarke again, trying to estimate if she looked like a prostitute that Factory men above the average level of ration point recieving could actually afford and whatever he saw, he must’ve decided Bellamy’s words were credible because he finally moved away and nodded at them to pass through.

There was something different in his expression, though, something too self-satisfactory in his eyes that made Bellamy doubt this really worked-he was too easily swayed and he definitely wasn’t a Farm or Factory guard, no, the insignia on his sleeve showed he came from Alpha, Wells' special forces even, something Bellamy noticed only when he and Clarke began walking through the gates.

The guard smiled at them smugly as they passed and Bellamy saw him picking up his radio, moving a feet away and talking fast and quiet.

They had just about moved over the gate and into Factory when he turned to Clarke who’s face was so pale and sweaty that he thought she’d pass out any moment.

“I’m so sorry-” he began but he never got to finish his sentence because they heard loud voices coming from behind them. 

He should’ve known that the gut feeling was there for a reason, he should’ve realized that something was wrong about the guard if he didn’t ask him more about Clarke or where he was taking her, even if she was just a girl for one night, as they presented it to be.

He should’ve known that something was wrong when they crossed over and he didn’t feel relieved.

“THIS IS THEM!” the voice yelled and they turned around to find the guard who had scanned them yell at a squad of five others that were running to them “GRAB THEM! IT'S THEM!”

It all happened so fast that Bellamy could only remember looking at Clarke for a moment that both felt so short and like an eternity, their hands were still clasped together between them, he felt himself dropping his crutch probably in panick and he read the fear in her eyes.

This was it-they knew it was a possibility, deep down they had the understanding that they had made peace with, that they could be caught.

As he heard the guards running towards them and everyone yelling, he grabbed her other hand and pulled her in to him, holding her tight and kissing her lips as if it was the last time.

Clarke who had been scared up until that point relaxed in his embrace-they had talked about it before, what would happen if they get caught, they knew when they started this that there was a great chance they may not make it back one night. Bellamy had changed his will, written down Aurora as Gus’ guardian and Clarke had written a letter to her father, Bellamy and Gus that she had tucked away and hidden in 'Anne of Green Gables'. 

They’ve talked about what to do if only one of them dies and the other lives, though Bellamy had hated that conversation most of all but he still insisted she took in Gus as her child if he passed and asked if she was okay with it and Clarke had instructed him how she wants to be floated and which ones of her stuff would go to him and Gus, and what to her dad.

So in this moment they were both scared, they wouldn’t be human if they weren’t, but when Bellamy kissed her, Clarke felt herself breathe a little better and when they pulled back he smiled.

“I love you.” he whispered and it was both a statement and a promise, she knew. A promise that went on beyond their lives here-a light that went out in the universe and kept on burning long after they were both gone.

“I love you too.” she felt the guards grab her by the arms and try to pull her back just at the same time as they were taking him in too. Both of them fought against the strong men and managed to come in just as close as to touch their foreheads together and look into each other’s eyes once more.

“Everything will be okay.” he said and she smilled, nodding, knowing nothing ever will be again. 

“Cuff them well and make sure he doesn’t have a way out!” they heard another voice rise above the yelling guards who were barking orders at each other or huffing and puffing while restraining them.

Clarke’s head snapped in the direction that it came from mostly because it sounded familiar and she knew, in her heart who it was, so she wasn’t surprised when she saw Wells walk through the small army of guards they had enlisted with catching just two people. 

“Wells-” she gasped as she saw the guard at the checkpoint follow through with a smug smile on his face, puffing his chest and jutting his chin proudly. “What is this?”

“You know what it is.” he says coldly as he approaches them. Bellamy was already restrained cuffed both behind his back and his ankles with a tight rope while she was still fighting against the guards behind her. “Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin, you’ve both been arrested for performing illegal activity in the stations of Factory, Farm and Arrow which includes giving medical help, stealing medical supplies and food and using fake documents as well as abusing your work positions and instigating riots.”

“What?” Clarke raised her voice to a high angry pitch “We’ve never-”

“Take them to their cells and keep them separate.” Wells cuts her off without giving her the chance to speak up and just before both her and Bellamy have some black bags put over their heads, she catches his scared expression and lurches to him but the guards twist his body away as he fights against them and she sees him wince from the pain in his back. 

“Don’t fight!” she tries to yell but the guard shoves a piece of cloth in her mouth, puts a black bag over her head and start pushing her or more like dragging her down what seemed like the hallway.

“Be careful with her!” Wells barks as they start moving “She’s important.” Clarke wanted to scream because she could hear Bellamy struggling and fighting against his guards and Wells only ever cared about her.

What would happen to him? What would they do?

Panic crawled through her entire being and she tried to command herself to stay calm like Bellamy had taught her to, especially in the nights when she had anxiety attacks-he’d wake up with her from her kicking him with her limbs or screaming out loud and he’d pull her to his chest, push her hand to his face, make her feel his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, his beard, then his neck, his stomach and then he’d count with her to a hundred until she breathed normally after which point she’d cry until she passed out again and when she woke up in the morning, he’d still be looking down on her, making sure she’s fine and stroking her head, whispering how much he loved her.

That was gone now. It was over-they were caught and they could be floated. Not just her but him too.

Gus would lose the only parent he had left and it’d be her fault. 

They walk for a long while before they finally reach what seems to be the prison station but she can’t see anything she only hears doors opening and closing, guards talking between each other, pushing her to walk when she tried to fight them. 

They must’ve taken a different route with Bellamy because she lost track of him just a few minutes after they covered her head-she heard him fight them, try to kick them and what scared her the most she remembers the sizzling sound the guard’s baton made when it touched a part of a person’s skin and she knew they had shock lashed him to tame him.

Stupid, stubborn Bellamy.

She hears them open a door and push her into a room that somehow before she even sees it feels small and dense to her. 

“Put her over there, untie her hands.” another voice, not Well’s but still familiar.

“Take the bag off and leave us be-three by the door, two in with us-keep your radios close I’ll need you.” that was her friend, though, she could tell when it was Wells right away and she realizes much too late than she should’ve that it was his hand on her arm, guiding her through to this door but she had been too panicked and stunned to let herself fully understand what was happening.

It was only when they took off the black bag off her head that she squinted a few times against the hard flourescent light and realized after focusing on the three figures before her, that she wasn’t in the Prison station.

She was in the Alpha guard interrogation rooms with chancellor Jaha and vice chancellor Kane both staring at her, leaning on the wall on both sides of a big glass window that she couldn’t see through.

Wells circled around and nodded at them as he came to the opposite side of the table they had put her sitting on and gave her a serious look.

She sucked in a breath and felt the world spin when she realized how seriously fucked up this was-they wouldn’t just arrest and float her. Whatever was going on here, having both the chancellor and vice chancellor in an interrogation room wasn’t good. 

Clarke looked around and saw the two guards by the door, hands on their batons, standing straight and looking ahead.

She tried to command herself to breathe through her nose and straighten her body in the chair despite the pain she felt in her wristsand sides-she had fought against the guards on the way here and she knew her ribs were already bruised but it was probably nothing compared to what Bellamy went through knowing he always pulled a damn fight when it came to being restrained. 

Bellamy.

Where had they taken him?

“I want to see him.” she said and when she did, she realized how weak and shaky her words came out, echoing in the small room. “Where is he?”

“That will come in later.” Wells says calmly as he sits down and pulls out a few brown folders, opening them up before her, allowing her to see her own file with her picture in the right upper corner as well as Bellamy’s next to her. “Please don’t make me restrain you-we’re trying to have a civil conversation here.”

Clarke couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“A civil conversation?” she stared at Well’s eyes with anger and wondered what the hell happened to the boy who used to think all stations should be equal when he was eleven and even wrote an essay on the subject which his dad burned in a bin in his office right before his eyes, trying to break his spirits. “You arrested us and dragged us here like animals-nothing about this is civil.”

“Well you haven’t exactly given us any reason not to, have you now, Clarke?” Kane spoke for the first time since she entered the room and walked closer to the table, leaning heavily on her left side. “Or have you and your little Factory rebel scum not been sneaking around for over a month, helping people out? Doing a number of illegal activities?” 

“Bellamy had nothing to do with this! You have to let him go!” Kane barked out a laugh at that.

“Or really? Nothing?” Kane asks a little too smug for her liking, crossing his arms over his chest again. 

“It was my idea. You have to let him go, he has a child-”

“Then he should’ve known better!” Wells cut her off then, bringing her attention back to him “You have both been incredibly stupid and I can say that I expect it out of an idealistic Factory mechanic to try and defy the government and the chancellor but you? You should know better, Clarke.”

“He’s not being idealistic! We were just helping people.”

“So it’s a 'we' now, not just 'you'?” Jaha’s deep voice echoes through the room again as he finally moves closer to the table as well “What is your truth, Clarke? Was it just you or was it Bellamy Blake as well?”

“It was me!” she fights back angrily, staring right into Jaha’s eyes “None of this is his fault. He should be let go.”

“And you should be floated?” he cornered as well but she didn’t show fear of any sort, instead she kept staring at him until she finally gave him a nod “That’d be so easy, wouldn’t it? Fair too, not just for you but for the people of Alpha as well, perhaps some would even call it educational...a cautionary tale of sorts.” he starts walking around in circles commanding silence from his partners with his prensence, forcing Clarke to keep track of his movements “The Alpha rebel girl who left her station and went to help the poor Factory people live a better life, have access to medicine.”

“I didn’t leave my station-you kicked me out!”

“For stealing antibiotics!” Wells reminds her “Which your friend Bellamy kept doing for you in the past month.”

“Still-” Thelonious gave his son a look suggesting he let him finish and Wells deflated under his father’s stern gaze “It would be easy, wouldn’t it? Floating you, getting it all swept under the rug, reminding people what happens to those who defy us?” Clarke doesn’t know what to say, confused by where the chancellor was going with this “Except we can’t do it this time.”

“Why not?” it’s funny, she realizes, she was asking why her own death was impossible right now and instead of being relieved, she only feels herself get more and more anxious the more time she spends in the room with the three of them.

Something was wrong.

“You see the thing is, Clarke that when you started this Robin Hood initiative of yours with Bellamy Blake, you became somewhat of a ...miracle to those people. A hero, even. Perhaps to those you’ve saved, even a saint of sorts.” Jaha explains carefully leaning on the back of Wells’ chair and staring into her eyes, perfectly calm “It may be historic in terms of everything we know from back on the earth times but I think you are the first person to become someone’s symbol to a fight in such a short amount of time.”

“Symbol of a what?” Clarke asks even more perplexed than before “I’m nothing like that!”

“Sure you are.” Jaha continues calmly, starting his short walk around the table again and circling behind her “People fell in love with you. You didn’t just heal them, your brought them hope. An Alpha princess coming in to the rescue and fighting for everyone’s equality-sounds like a fairty tale almost, doesn’t it?”

“That’s not what this was, I just wanted to help people!”

“Or you just couldn’t help yourself?” Kane chimes in as well “Or perhaps this is just your nature-to go against every boundary someone has ever set before you. You may be Alpha born but you act like every Factory fool out there.”

“They’re not fools-they’re just people who want to live like we do!”

“And what happens if we allow that?” Jaha leans on the other side of the table and stares at her now, anger glistening in his eyes “You think we’ll all live in peace? You think Factory and Farm won’t take down this government and establish a tyranny over everyone else? Destroy the great minds of Alpha, GoSci, Hydra just to gain control, just to take it back!”

“They have a reason to want revenge” Clarke tries to calm herself down “You’ve been taking everything away from them! Those people die out like flies out there from the lack of food, from their poor working conditions or the non-existant medical care and you don’t care! You’ve become so calloused for the feelings of others that you don’t even consider what you’re doing to these people.”

“Don’t talk to your chancellor like that!” Wells stands up abruptly kicking his chair back as he goes “Remember where you are.”

“I know exactly where I am!” Clarke barks back feeling suddenly big in the presense of the three man surrounding her on all sides “I’ve been living the hell they do for just a few months and I barely would’ve made it if not for Bellamy! I’ve had children die in my hands out of pneumonias that could’ve been treated, I’ve had elderly pass from the wounds in the Factories you force them to work in, so you can have electricity at night, flourishing table and bright yellow dresses for your pretty Alpha society girls!” Wells opens his mouth to argue but his dad garbs his shoulder and pushes him back down on his chair, suggesting that he’s taking over again.

“And that is why you are dangerous, Clarke.” he says calmly again, back to his stern and strict composture “This way of thinking could tip the scale of everything we stand for.”

“Maybe the scales should finally be tipped!”

“Oh, they could be!” Jaha agrees “So very easily. You know the reason we arrested you tonight wasn’t random. We’ve been following you and your accomplices for weeks, we could’ve done it at any moment really-we had your lives in our hands.” Clarke swallows hard and feels the world go a little black before her eyes “But when we realized that the rumors of this so-called “peaceful protest” are very very real, that there are some powerful working leaders involved and that they had gotten their hands on guns and armory, we knew we had to act fast unless they stormed coincilmen Harrison’s chambers and took him down before we could react.”

“I don’t see how this has anything to do with me or Bellamy.” Jaha smiles again and starts walking with his hands clasped behind his back this time.

“Oh, it has everything to do, Clarke. You see, the problem with saints or symbols or whatever it is you want to call what you became for the people of Factory, is that if we kill you, it’ll only make them angrier. They’ll lose their beloved Alpha doctor who helped so many and that just may be the thing that starts a revolution.” he stops again and stares right through her. Clarke could feel the tension in the room being so thick, she could probably cut it with a knife “And you see...that’s the last thing I want.”

Clarke swallows hard and looks around at Wells and Kane who seem just as angry as Jaha was but even more so ready to fight her.

“So what will you do if you don’t kill me?”

“I thought long about that-” Jaha continues in the same calm manner “Believe it or not you’ve been a pain in all of our heads for a while now, Clarke. I had multiple council meetings, listening to my advisor, vice chancellor Kane,” he glances at the man who doesn’t flinch and keeps his angry eyes on her “even my son who spent endless sleepless nights trying to come up with a solution to the problem but in the end I just figured it out on my own.”  he clears his throat and rests his hand on the back of Wells’ chair again “The only way to make a saint hated is to break the image that they have. The only way to destroy a symbol is to pull them back to your side and make people see, convince them, that they will always go back to where they came from.”

Clarke feels her head spin and she has to grip the side of the table to steady herself.

“No!” she shook her head stubbornly “No way!”

“You’re coming back to Alpha. You’ll be a good doctor girl and forget everything about Factory station. Moreover, you’ll join me on the rallys for my reelection, become part of my councilmen circle, support my every doctrine, law and decision.”

“NO!” Clarke yelled now finally standing up. Wells immideately glanced at the guards by the door who rushed in and took her by the arms “NO WAY!”

“You will prove to everyone-” Jaha continues calmly “That you were simply acting as a love-struck fool who came to Factory following her lover and happened to help a few people by but that you’re true to your nature, you were stupid and you’ve found your way back home.”

“ONLY OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Clarke yelled struggling against the guards who squeezed her arms so tight, she knew they’d bruise “I’M NEVER GOING BACK TO ALPHA!” she struggled hard against her restrains, pulled at the guards, scaring Kane away, making him back up but Jaha only stood proudly tall unimpressed by her defiance “NO! NO, LET ME GO! LET MY GO I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG! I’m not a saint, I’m not some symbol-” she kept struggling “Let me go! LET. ME. GO!”

“Do you want me to tease her?” one of the guards asked, pulling out his baton and Clarke was sure Wells would nod as much as she could see he didn’t want that but at the same time his father raised his hand and stopped them.

“Don’t!” he simply commanded and the guard dropped his hand “Bring her to the window.” he added “Wells, radio your guards.” Clarke was confused. Radio who? For what? Were there more guards coming in to torture her? Restrain her?

They began pushing her to the big window on the opposite side of where she was sitting up until a moment ago and when they pushed her there and she finally managed to focus on what was on the other side, she gasped.

“No-” she cried out “No, Bellamy! No!” There he was kneeling on the floor, hands bound behind his back, surrounded by the guards. He looked awful, they had already hit him across the face more than once because he was bleeding pretty badly and his left eye was swollen shut. She pressed her hands against the glass and called him out again but he didn’t react.

“He can’t hear you, so save your breath.” Wells warned as he picked up his radio and looked at his father who nodded at him “Pick the prisoner up, strip him to the wall and use your batons on him.” he commanded.

“NO! No, no, stop this no!” Clarke yelled, banging her hands against the glass, hitting as hard as she could “No, please, THIS ISN’T HIS FAULT, HE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, ALL HE WANTED WAS TO HELP ME!” Jaha seemed completely unmoved by that and he gave his son another look as he barked more orders at the guards. Clarke watched as they raised Bellamy on his feet, strapped his wrist in a tight rope that they threw over a metal beam on the ceiling and pulled his body up in the air, making his feet sway just a few inches from the ground. 

“No, Bellamy, no-” she screamed, feeling the tears run down her face as they stripped him from his jacket and shirt and picked up their batons. Wells barked the order in the radio and they bagan hitting him with their batons as hard as they could “NO! NO PLEASE, STOP! TAKE ME, TORTURE ME!” she begged turning to Jaha and reaching for his shirt but the guard stopped her by pulling her back right on time “TAKE ME!”

“And what would be the point of that?” Jaha asked “Why torture you? What would that help me? I think it’s much more painful seeing someone you love die for you, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Please, please don’t do this, don’t kill him! He was just trynig to help me. He did it for me!” she fell on her knees and heard Wells radio crack with the noises coming from the beating the guards were giving Bellamy, making her sick to her stomach.

“Then he’ll suffer for you!” Jaha says kneeling down to her level “Die for you.”

“No!”

“Unless you agree to join me! Come back to Alpha.” Clarke breathed heavily with her head bowed dug her hands in her arms and tried to compose herself before finally looking up at Jaha who was staring at her with confusion and worry and then-

then she spat right in his face.

The guards grabbed her up and hoisted her to her feet, Wells started barking orders, Kane rushed to the chancellor who pushed him off and brushed her spit with the back of his sleeve as he rose to her level again.

“This was a mistake.” he simply said and nodded at his son again “Go on, Wells. You two-make her watch.” he told the guards and they pushed her to the window, pressing her face to it so hard she felt her head split. Her hands were pulled to her back and one of them was shoving his knee uncomfortably inbetween her legs.

She glanced over and saw Bellamy’s body covered in bruises and cuts-they weren’t just using their batons-they kicked him hard, shock lashed him, she saw his body arch on number of times in just the span of seconds, they had a whip of sorts that one of the three guards was using to hit his back with.

“No-” she cried out “Please, Bellamy...Bell-”

“Which leg was it your friend got hurt when he saved you from the bombs?” Jaha asked whispering in Clarke’s ear “The left or the right?” Clarke cried out again, feeling the guard pull her by the hair, demanding an answer but she simply squeezed her mouth shut and closer her eyes. “How about we try the left one, it looks somewhat crooked to me, must be that one.” he added before addressing his son again “Wells.”

She heard the radio cackle and Wells’ commands go through.

“Aim for his left leg and lower back.”

“No!” Clarke tried to move away but they kept her face pressed to the glass.

“Break it.” Wells adds and she watches Bellamy fight and curse, struggle and try to kick as they hit him hard in the back before moving to his leg.

He screamed and though she couldn’t hear it, she saw his mouth open and his face twist in pure agony. He was trying to fight but when they lowered him a little and one of the guards hit the bone under his knee so hard she could tell it cracked even without being able to hear it-the bone just twisted, there was blood, his body arched on its own accord. He screamed again but they didn’t stop-they kept on hitting every part of him over and over and over again.

Clarke couldn’t take it, not anymore.

“Please, stop! Please just stop!” she begged, crying out loud “It should be me...it’s not his fault, it should be me, please, please, just stop.”

“I’ll stop when you agree to my terms.” Jaha said again and Clarke squeezed her eyes shut and struggled against the guards trying to free her hands, press them to the window, get somehow closer to Bellamy but she was so out of reach it was surreal. “You’re coming back to Alpha, joining your mother in surgery, going back to the good perfect girl you were before.” he said.

Clarke stared at Bellamy who was on the verge of losing consciousness but somehow persisted-his strength gave her hope to keep hers too, to refuse to break in the face of Jaha, to remain as stubbornly standing as Bellamy always had been.

She kept crying, so many tears she was feeling her head hurt but she couldn’t stop-the only thing she could do is think that the last thing Bellamy would want from her is to break.

And yet she was so close because it hurt...it hurt so much to watch him suffer like this.

She swallowed hard, looked at Jaha again and tried to keep her voice steady.

“I said no.” Jaha was seemingly surprised by her stubborness but he only let it show for a second before his face hardened and he looked at his son again, giving him another commanding nod.

“Wells.” he said and she heard the radio cackle again.

“Break his other leg too.” her former friend commanded and Clarke pressed her forehead against the window imagining it’s Bellamy, closing her eyes briefly and whispering.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry.” 

“Make her see it!” Jaha commanded and she felt one of the guards pulling her head back and forcing her eyes open with his big black gloved fingers. She watched as they used their batons on Bellamy’s other leg too until it cracked again right by what was anatomically called the tibia or the bone between the knee and the ankle and his leg hung unnaturally crooked just like the others.

“No...no, please, God, please!” Clarke cried out again when they moved to his tigh and hit his kneecap with the teaser “Bellamy....Bellamy-” he was barely holding on now, his head was lolled to his chest and she couldn’t see his face anymore, but she could see the blood dripping from the cuts on his face, his head and his back that were covering the floor-by her estimations if they kept going like this, they’d kill him.

“You see, you are the only person who could make this stop, Clarke.” Jaha kept on and she turned to him angrily.

“You animal! LET HIM GO!” she fought against the guards again “Let him go!”

“Only you can do that, Clarke.” Jaha explains patiently and nods at the guards to turn her around with her back to the window glass so he can move right before her “You see I can kill this boy. I can leave his son an orphan and have you live with what you’ve done to him for the rest of your life or I could do something worse-” Clarke’s heart was beating so loud she was sure it’d soon leave her chest “I could fire him from his job at Level 11 and I could make sure he never gets another one.”

“No-”

“He’s already pretty hurt, I doubt he’d be able to stand on his feet and walk the same way without feeling every ounce of pain of what we did to him today but I could still ensure he doesn’t have any source of income, not even as a janitor.”

“You wouldn’t!” Clarke barks again “You can’t!”

“Oh, Clarke...I’m the chancellor! I can do whatever I want.” he reminds her with an evil smile “I’ll starve him and his son out. Fire his mom from that seamstress job too, make sure his son never gets an education or a proper job himself. I will ruin that entire family-” 

She shook her head, sobbing out loud at the treats and bowing her head down.

“If he lives to see his son growing up, that boy will be ashamed of him and he’d wonder why this happened to them.” Jaha kept on “And the answer would be you.”

“Please...please, just let him be.” her voice broke again “Let him be.”

“I won’t stop with him either.” Jaha continues “I know about everyone involved in your little network.”

“We’re not some terrorists! We were just trying to help people!” Jaha smiles at that and she can see he doesn’t believe her for a second-he was so full of himself, so drunk on his power that it was unbelievable.

“Harper and Monty Green-I hear they have a little boy too. What do you think will happen to him when I fire them both from the plants?” Clarke’s eyes filled with tears again and she shook her head, out of pleas to give Jaha any more, he wasn’t listening to her anyway “And Jasper Jordan and his wife Maya-did you know her mother was sick with cancer?” she did, she was trying to help her out but she had no medication. That was the reason why they started growin pot illegally in the first place-it was to help with Mrs. Vie’s pain “I’ll float them for distrubution of drugs and let this poor woman die suffering immeasurable pain.”

Clarke fisted her hands despite her restrains and clenched her jaw hard.

“Or I could let them be. They’ll still suffer some consequences but at least they’ll live.” his voice changes pitches and Clarke can feel he’s about to add something else “Unlike that poor boy Alex that you had roped into your operation.” her head snapped at that and Jaha smiled, seeing he produced the desirable effect in her. “That’s right, we caught him and he was floated earlier this morning. You should’ve seen his poor mother cry and break down before Kane pushed the button.”

Clarke’s eyes filled with tears again-poor Alex...he has been helping them pass through safely. He was just a kid, barely twenty, he had his eyes on a boy from Farm and Clarke was pushing him to try his luck out and ask him on a date.

Now...now he was gone and he’d never get to do any of it.

All because of her.

Again.

Just like Jackson lost his life, so had Alex and so would Jasper and Maya, Monty and Harper and worst of all...Bellamy. 

She couldn’t let that happen, she couldn’t be the reason why they suffered for the rest of their lives or were floated out of pure spite for her trying to treat people and help them survive. 

Clarke closed her eyes again, bowed her head down and let her body go limp in the guard’s arms.

She took a few deep breaths, watched as her tears fell quietly to the ground, commanded herself to stop crying and finally looked up, meeting the chancellor’s eyes as she spoke.

“Okay,” she said “I’ll come back to Alpha. I’ll play by your rules, just leave them alone.” Jaha’s face twisted in a bright, almost insane smile he nodded at the guards to loosen their grips and gave Wells a sign to stop Bellamy’s torture.

“You made the right choice, Clarke.” he said as he came close to her and gripped her shoulder. 

All Clarke wanted to do was kick him in the stomach and make him hurt the way he’s made Bellamy feel.

That wasn’t everything, though-he made the guards bring her to the table and Kane bring in some documents-she had to sign to the terms she agreed to, as if it was a contract and in case she broke it or tried to play him, he’d make sure all her friends were floated except for Bellamy, who’d he make suffer for the rest of his life until he died starving.

Clarke didn’t have a choice, in fact, in that moment she just felt numb, resigned. The news of Alex’s death as well as everything that she had witness happen to Bellamy was too much for her to handle and she had finally given up-this was it, the end for her, the end of absolutely everything good she could have.

Jaha may have thought he was taming the saint of Factory but what he really was doing was that he killed her.

She didn’t have the time to read through the documents carefully and frankly, she didn’t care-she simply let her hand sign in every corner Kane pointed at while Wells watched her like a hawk and Jaha sat opposite of her smiling satisfied.

When she was done and Kane tucked every paper away in a new folder with her name written in the upper left corner Clarke put the pen down and rest her back against the chair, diligently waiting for whatever was next for her.

“That’s not all.” Jaha spoke again and she raised her head, meeting his horrbile look once more-his eyes were brown but they were nothing like Bellamy’s warm ocean she lost herself in “You have to go in there and talk to him now. Convince him that you were playing him all along and that you’re going back to Alpha on your own terms.”

Clarke swallowed hard and opened her mouth to protest when Jaha moved up on the table and leaned over her.

“Do I have to remind you what I’ve promised to do in case you deny me, Clarke?” she swallowed hard and fisted her hands again forcing herself to take deep breaths until she finally nodded. “Guards, take her to him, make sure he’s awake for it all but restrained.”

She felt herself being lifted by the guards and pushed outside of the room. Clarke was moving as if in a dream-like all of this was happening but to someone else and she was simply an observant. Her mind was buzzing, her hands shook and when she walked, she swayed so hard, they had to support her by gripping her elbows and forcing her to stay up.

It must take them less than a minute to move from her room to Bellamy’s but it feels like forever to her and when they open the door and push her in, she feels so dizzy again, it goes black before her eyes and she almost falls.

“Clarke!” she hears him call her out “Clarke, are you okay?” his voice is very weak, barely there and when she steadies herself with the helf of the guards who let her be once they’re sure she’s stable on her feet, she finds him chained to the wall opposite of her, sitting on the ground, both of his legs broken and his hands tied in his lap.

He looks awful-his face is a beaten swollen blue and red pulp that she can barely make out. He still had his shirt off and she could see the result from the beating and whipping but his legs were what seemed to be the worst-he had them both out extended and motionless right before him.

He was barely alive.

How he was awake was beyond her. 

In that moment something in her broke and she couldn’t help but rush to him, kneel before him and throw herself in his arms.

“Bellamy-” she sobbed and his head lolled against her chest “Bellamy!” it was like a breath of fresh air, seeing him, feeling his body heat, knowing he was here, alive, severely hurt but...alive.

“Princess...” he mumbled and she pulled back cupping his bruised cheeks, god she couldn’t even make out his freckles-it was all just red, blood thicking from his head-two gaping wounds on his side, his eye swollen shit, his nose crooked, his cheeks marred with multiple cuts and bruises. 

She couldn’t help herself-her hand peppered down his face, his neck, his chest that was whipped too and she founds so many injuries. He coughed as she held him and blood dripped from his mouth-he’d be lucky if he made it out of this alive.

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” she cried out holding his head up “I need you to listen to me now, Bellamy, cause we don’t have much time.” she clearly remembers Jaha instructing her that she had about five minutes before the guards forecefully escorted her.

“What...what’s happening? Are you alright? Are you safe?” her heart broke at that-he was barely conscious, severely hurt and delusional but his first thought was for her.

His stupid selfless ass.

God she loved him.

She couldn’t help but lean down and kiss his swollen lips for the briefest of seconds, tasting in the blood dropping from his mouth to hers and forcing herself to take his pain as hers-it was the least she could do after what she did to him today and what she was about to add to it.

“It’s okay...it’s okay.” she kept sobbing when she pulled away and pressed her forehead against his.

He was burning up and he felt so limp and barely there that she wasn’t sure he understood what was happening right now. His one open eye was filled with pain and confusion and he hissed from the pain, clenched his jaw and she was forced to push his back to the wall to give him something to lean on.

“Come on, just rest here, try to breathe okay?”

“What happened? Are they floating us?”

“No.” she said stubbornly “It’ll be alright. You’re going back home.” his eye opened and he looked at her trying to force himself to remain conscious. He had noticed the way she said it, only mentioning him and not herself.

“What about you?” she cried and shook her head, pursing her lips and tasting his blood on them.

“I’m going back home too.” she said voice breaking “To Alpha.”

“No!” he hissed right away reaching with his bind hands to her “No, way, Clarke! No!”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll be okay and so will you.” she promises “I’ve made sure of it.”

“No, Clarke, please, you can’t. What did they want?” he asks panicking now “What are they using against you?” Clarke shakes her head at him but he keeps insisting “If it’s me, I’ll be fine, okay? We’ll figure it out.”

“It’s not them. It was my choice.” she tries but it comes out so weakly that even she can’t believe it.

“Bullshit, your choice! Are they treatening your mom? Jake? Who is it? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just time for me to go back home.” she tries again, forcing her voice to get serious “This isn’t about you, Bellamy. I never belonged to Factory and I never will. It was stupid of me to think that I can do it.”

“This isn’t you.” he calls her out on it “You’re lying to me.”

“I’m not.” she tries but again, as before, it comes out way too weak to be convincing “I hated it there.” she tries once more and there’s hurt in his eyes now “Can’t you see? This was just a game for me-I came to see if I can live there, have a taste of a different way of life-it was just an experiment for me.”

He stares into her eyes and shakes his head stubbornly.

“How about you stop with this nonsense and tell me what’s really going on?” Clarke stands up, unable to keep her eyes on him and forcing herself to turn her back to him. “What does Jaha have on you? Did he treatened to kill someone?”

“He already did.” she whispers sadly and turns back around, meeting his confused and scared face “Alex is gone.”

“No.” it wasn’t just his voice that broke, it was as if the guards physically hit him again and broke his leg once more.”No-”

“I have to go, Bellamy.” she said trying to keep herself from breaking anymore. She should’ve never let it slip about Alex-she was supposed to make him believe that this was her choice so he wouldn’t try to break into Alpha or do something stupid like start a goddamn revolution over a single girl.

This wasn’t Troy and she sure as hell wasn’t as beautiful as Helen.

People won’t die for her. She won’t let it happen, ever again.

“Clarke, please, stop, let’s just talk!” he begged and she turned around again finding him trying to sit up, maybe even stand as if he had forgotten that both his legs were broken.

He pathetically fell back on the ground and sighed painfully, reaching for his hand and clasping her chest as if his heart hurt which worried her even more.

“This isn’t you.” he said when whatever pain he was feeling passed through his body “I know it. We agreed that no matter what happens, we’ll face it...together.”

“We can’t face this.” she says coldly, remembering Jaha’s treats in her head-I’ll kill the Greens, Jasper and Maya, I’ll destroy their lives. “Because there was never a 'we', Bellamy.”

“Clarke-”

“It wasn’t real!” she raised her voice, echoing through the small room and watching as he crumbled upon her look “I was stupid. My mom and dad were right-I don’t belong here.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it!”

“No it’s not. Wells sending me here was a lesson and I only realize this now.” Bellamy’s head snapped in confusion again “It was never real, Bellamy. It was just punishment.”

“You can say what you want, Clarke.” he smiled a little “I know this isn’t you. They’re making you say this and I don’t believe it for a second.” Clarke felt desperation wash over her and she forced herself to kneel down to his level again and take his hands in her.

He couldn’t be fooled. 

“You have to stop fighting them, okay?” she tries desperately and he shakes his head stubbornly.

“Never.”

“You have to let me go.”

“I won’t.” he squeezes her hand back in his bruised ones and then he says something she never expected him to, not in this moment anyway. It comes so out of nowhere that she freezes in her spot and is unable to move for a moment.

“Marry me, Clarke.” he tells her, pulling her to him.

“What?” she croaks absolutely stunned.

“Marry me.” he insists, gripping her fingers, knowing they’re running out of time “If we’re married, you officially become Factory citizent and they cannot make you go back.” Clarke smiles, bows her head down and thinks how sweet he is in his naivity.

“Of couse they can, Bellamy.” she meets his eyes again “This won’t change anything.”

“You never answered.” he insisted “Come on, Clarke. You know what we are to each other. This isn’t just about getting us out of this situation-I love you, you know that I do and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and Gus-the three of us together.”

Clarke shakes her head again-this sounded great but it was impossible, Jaha would never let it happen. What was Bellamy thinking? That they’d get an official here and be wed in a prison cell with Jaha watching from the other room and giving them their congratulations?

No, this would never work.

And even if it did, it’d only make the chancellor angrier, he’d find a way to hurt them worse, probably kill Harper and Monty or Jasper and Maya, take Gus away or fire Bellamy-anything, really, to destroy them.

He was right-he had all the power, not them.

“Clarke, look at me.” he begs again and she squeezes her eyes shut “Please, will you look at me?”  she finally does and he tries to smile through the pain when he meets her eyes “Say yes.” he begs her “Just, please...Clarke, say yes.”

She feels the tears roll down her cheeks and she squeezes his hands so tight, she’s pretty sure she’ll add to the bruises.

Her knees fall to the floor and she kneels to his level-if she’s about to break his heart, she has to face him properly.

“No.” she finally says and it comes out as a broken whisper as much as it does like a strong wind that blows Bellamy off and makes his whole body crumple again, fold in on himself and shatter him into a million pieces.

He was a dendelion she sneaked under the cracks of and detonated into the world, sending all its parts off to circle around and never come back.

“I won’t.” she adds “I don’t love you.”

“Clarke-” he tries again and he’s crying now too “No-” he shakes his head in disbelief but she squeezes his hands forcing him to look at her.

“Yes. I’m not capable of loving anyone, I never had and maybe what we had was nice for a while but...it’s not me, Bellamy.” she insists and it comes from her heart now “Sooner or later, it would’ve ended and I would’ve found my way back home, I think we both know it.” 

“Please-” he tries again and this time she stands up and stares at him from above, his broken body resonates with her broken soul.

“I don’t belong with you.”

“You can fight this! We will find a way!” he tries desperately but she just smiles sadly.

“Maybe-” she lies knowing it’ll set his reality in motion faster than anything else “But I don’t want to.”

“What about me? What about Gus? Will you just leave us behind? After everything!” he raised his voice again and though it was weak and hoarse it still came out angry, shattering her whole being.”You made a promise.”

“I’m sorry.” she said “You should’ve known not to trust me.” the guards open the door and come in to take her. Bellamy rages against his restrains and calls out to her, begging her, yelling that he doesn’t believe her, asking her to please come back, cursing Jaha, Kane, Alpha...everyone.

But it is useless. It was over. 

As they’re dragging her away all she wants to do is run back to him and tell him how much she loves him, kiss him one last time, beg him for forgiveness after everything she’s done.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as she hears the door behind her close and his yells coming in from inside, desperate to reach her.

They don’t. Clarke shuts them out and closes her heart forever as she slides down the metal wall and curls up on herself, crying quietly.

He’ll hate her for the rest of his life-she thinks.

But at least he’ll have a life to live.

[super-unpredictable98]

Girl of Another Hour | Garota do Momento AU

Chapter 2: Whispered Love Song

Word count: 3k

Warning: Strong language

Pairing: Beto x OC

[Masterlist]

After getting to know the other guests at the inn, Lydia got settled in her room. She needed to think about what to do next, she had to get a job or maybe go back to England and try to get a gig there, maybe her grandparents would believe her story and let her live with them? Highly unlikely

"Doll, are you coming to the party at the Gente Fina Club? I think you need some fun, you seem so nervous," Glorinha knocked on the door. "Everyone here is going, even Beatriz is borrowing one of my costumes."

"Gente Fina Club? What's that?"

"It's a club founded by a group of friends who are black activists, but everyone is welcome. They promote events, parties, classes… I work organizing the events there until I can open my own beauty salon."

"Ah Glorinha, I don't know. I'm not in the mood for parties, you know? I just got here and I'm not even where I'm supposed to be."

"So tell me the whole story, how did you end up here? And don't you come with 'you wouldn't believe me if I told you'."

"If you really wanna know…" Lydia mumbled. "I came from the future. I'm not from here, I bought a one-way time travel, I'm from 2019."

"You're right, I don't believe you," Glorinha laughed.

"Wow, this even sounds like the plot of that H.G Wells book, The Time Machine," Beatriz, their door neighbor, stopped by her friend. She couldn't help but listen to the conversation as she passed by.

"I don't blame you for not believing me, but do you know what this is?" Lydia pulled her phone out of her suitcase. "There's no signal because it wasn't invented yet, but you can see what's already inside."

"A small… screen?" Beatriz looked at the phone intrigued.

"And there's a photo, who is this boy?" Glorinha saw the picture of Nathan on the phone's lockscreen. "It looks like a mini TV."

"It's almost like that, it's called a smartphone. It's a phone, but I can take it anywhere. It also takes photos, you can film with it, it accesses the internet… the internet is like an infinite library of information inside the smartphones or computers," Lydia grabbed her laptop as well.

"Oh my God! But you have to be joking!" Glorinha gasped while Beatriz examined the device, fascinated.

"It does everything, it's a calculator, flashlight, gives you the weather forecast, you can read the news on it when there's signal, it works as a voice recorder, you can buy things with it, send messages to other people, listen to music, watch videos, it's an alarm clock, translator, it has games…"

"All that in this little thing?" Beatriz smiled amazed. "How is this possible? Show us, show us how it works!"

Lydia showed them some of the phone's functions and even took a selfie of them to show the device's potential.

"You take the picture and it's there! You don't need to develop it!" Glorinha touched the screen and laughed. "Look, either England is way ahead of us, or you're really from the future! How is it? Tell us how things are!"

"I don't know if I can talk about it too much," Lydia sat on the bed, not wanting to cause a commotion.

"Yeah… if you tell us too much, the future might be different, but tell us just a little bit, please!" Beatriz got on her knees next to the bed.

"Um… gay people can get married in several countries. The United Stated had a black president-"

"A black president? That's amazing!" Glorinha clapped in excitement. "So racism doesn't exist in the future?"

"Well, it does. I think it always will, but lots of people fight against it. I'm not gonna lie and say things are great, but it's better for minorities, thanks to the work that starts now."

"Good news at least," Beatriz seemed happy to know that despite everything, the world would evolve.

"But tell me something… you didn't answer. Who is the boy in the picture?" Glorinha pointed at the phone.

Lydia huffed as she lied down. She didn't even wanna think about that, let alone talk about it, but she couldn't run from the subject forever.

"This is Nathan. He was my best friend and I fell in love with him in 2019. He was already married, so my plan was to go back ten years and win him over before his wife could, but I messed up really badly and now I'm here with no way of going back… so I'm stuck in this time period."

"My gosh," Beatriz frowned, she knew quite well that feeling of loneliness and helplessness. "If you came from 2019, you must have been born when? Late 90s?"

Lydia nodded and Glorinha took her hands, trying to comfort her.

"Not even your parents were born yet then? But look, you are not alone, my friend. If you don't have a family now, we can be your family, right Beatriz?"

"Right," she agreed. "Family is the one that chooses us, but also the one we choose for ourselves."

"Thank you, girls, I'll really need all the support I can get. Look at me, nobody is gonna take me seriously like this. I need new clothes, a job…"

"That's easy, Snow White," Glorinha caressed her friend's colorful hair. "But we'll think of that tomorrow, tonight you need to get a cute costume, we're going to Gente Fina. And don't even tell me you're not in the mood, it'll be a gas!"

Lydia sighed, there was nothing to be done, there was no use in losing her mind. That was her life now, so why not enjoy it?

"Very well, I'm gonna get ready. I have a costume I brought it for a fancy dress party that would happen in 2009, it should work."

In the suitcase, there was a long black wig along with a bodysuit and a cape, her Shazam costume that she wore to the last MCM. She put on the costume, the wig, and did some quick makeup with some eyeliner and red lipstick.

"Oh my!" Beatriz laughed in disbelief when she saw Lydia coming down the stairs. "You are…"

"Fantastic!" Ana Maria murmured. "That's a beautiful costume! Of course it's imported from England."

"I made it myself, Ana," Lydia smiled. "I can make you one too."

"As long as it's decent and not too expensive," Iolanda intervened in the conversation. "Let's go, the cab is waiting."

**

At the Gente Fina Club, Beto was talking to Ulisses while they drank some beer.

"I broke up with Bia," Beto said. "She's too spoiled, snobbish, childish…"

"She's only 17," Ulisses shrugged. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe you're demanding maturity she might not have?"

"Bia thinks she's better than other people, I'm done! I never promised to marry her, but I'll talk to her parents tomorrow. All I know, my friend, is that today there's no crying or lamenting, it's carnaval! Now I wanna move on, I wanna open my heart to the surprises life will bring."

"Like that dolly with the blue hair?" Ulisses chuckled. "You've been completely mesmerized since you first saw her. I'm starting to think you'll glue that photo you took of her above your bed."

"Oh, but that little Brit…" Beto let out a low whistle. "She's gorgeous."

"I think she might be Bloody Mary, we spoke of her and she showed up," Ulisses nudged his friend's arm and looked pointedly at the entrance.

Lydia now had black hair, wore a tight red bodysuit with a yellow lightning bolt on her chest, white cape and white boots. She stood out compared to what the other women wore.

Beto's heart stopped for a moment. She was even more stunning than he remembered. That outfit was incredible, every eye on the room was on her as if she was magnetic.

"Bloody hell…" Lydia murmured when she saw him.

"What is it?" Glorinha asked.

"That man, the blonde one with freckles, I met him earlier. He was the first person to help me out in Rio."

"He's with Ulisses, let's go, I'll introduce you properly."

Before she could though, Beto approached the ladies, taking off his hat and fixing the collar of his polo shirt.

"Hi," he smiled. "What a coincidence seeing you again today. How's your hand?"

"Ah, it's brand new, it's not the first time I need to punch some bellend trying to take advantage of me," Lydia laughed. She didn't want to, but every single time she saw him, her heart raced, the butterflies went crazy in her belly… but no, that wasn't right, it wasn't Nathan. Even if Nathan wouldn't be born for another thirty years.

"Good thing I was able to escape your fury."

"Oh I'm sorry, I was so nervous."

"No, it's okay. You ran so fast, we couldn't even talk. I'm Roberto, but you can call me Beto."

"I am…" she nearly forgot her name, lost in his brown eyes. "Lydia. My friends call me Lyds or Lyddie."

"Lydia?" Beto's eyes widened and he took a step back. The boy that was already pale became white as a ghost.

"Yes…" She furrowed her brows, not understanding his reaction.

"B-but it's Lydia with a D?"

"Yeah, L-Y-D-I-A. My first name is actually Blossom, Lydia is my middle name, but since I don't like the first one, I use the middle one."

"That's a shame, Blossom is so beautiful," he cleared his throat uncomfortably, at least it was Lydia with a D. "But I understand, Lyddie."

He put himself back together after the scare and placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

"Doll, how did you two meet?" Glorinha asked.

"We met at the street carnaval earlier," Lydia tried to hold back her wide grin so as not to look too eager. "He came to help when those men tried to get me."

"I've seen you around with Ulisses," Glorinha sat on one of the folding wooden chairs. "And speaking of the devil…"

"Look who's here, Glória Regina," Ulisses leaned against one of the chairs as well. "And the babe who nearly punched my friend."

"The babe just moved from England and is living at the inn with me. If any of you try anything funny with her, know you're messing with the wrong girl and getting a new enemy."

"That's right," Beatriz added, bringing a couple bottles of water. "Now we're sisters from another mother."

"Don't worry, I would never imagine causing any harm to um… her," Beto still had a hard time saying her name, but didn't want that to ruin his chances with such a pretty girl. "Can I have this dance?"

"Of course," Lydia took his hand and they both left.

Glorinha just watched, still a little suspicious of him, as she was of every man.

"Relax, Beto is hardworking, honest, respectful. He's what a good lady might call a catch, he just became single," Ulisses tried to calm her down.

"I haven't known Lydia for long, but I already know she can't get her heart broken right now. She already has too much to deal with."

"Her name is Lydia?" He huffed a laugh. "It's pretty similar to his mother's name, not the best first impression."

**

While they danced cheek to cheek, Beto softly whispered the lyrics in Lydia's ear.

"Quando por mim você passa fingindo que não me vê, meu coração quase se despedaça…"

He wanted more than anything to steal a kiss, but he was very respectful, like Ulisses said, he would never do that without knowing for sure she really wanted it too.

"I wanted to know more about you, would you like to talk outside? It's noisy in here," he asked.

"Let's go," she accepted despite that queasy feeling in her stomach telling her she was cheating on Nathan.

Little did they know, while they went to the balcony, Bia, accompanied by her mother, ditched the fanciest gala in Rio to look for her ex-boyfriend and make up after their fight.

"I can see your colorful hair is hidden," Beto pointed out. "I've never seen hair like yours."

"Where I'm from, it's pretty common," Lydia mumbled. "But I have to admit this wig is pretty uncomfortable, especially with how hot it is."

"Your costume is also amazing, you seem like… like a character from a movie, I don't know. Like you are different from everyone, as if you know something we don't. Where are you from again? England?"

"Yeah, I'm from Wertham, it's in London," she explained, not wanting to give you many details. "But what about you? Do you always come here?"

"Always, Ulisses brought me here for the first time when we were still kids. His parents are two of the founders. Sebastião and Vera still work at home, he's our driver and she's like a housekeeper… a mom, she helped raise me."

"You call her mom? Doesn't your real mom get jealous?"

"My mom… well, that's not something to talk about during a party," he avoided the topic as delicately as he could.

"I get it," Lydia chuckled softly. "So no talking about your mum, tell me about you."

"Well, I'm a photojournalist, I work at a small newspaper covering all sorts of news."

"Seriously? By your outfit, I could've sworn you worked somewhere more posh. I don't think you're flaunting your money, but this shirt isn't cheap."

"I'm not gonna lie… I'm privileged, my dad owns a marketing firm."

"And you don't work there because you're a rebel who wants to follow his own path, right?" Lydia poked his shoulder. "I know what that's like. My parents have a firm too, Daddy is an architect, Mummy is an engineer. I am… a musician."

Beto once again was disturbed, as if it wasn't enough that her name brought so many memories, she also worked with music just like his mother. He knew he couldn't blame the lady for his own trauma, but those coincidences were, at the very least, pretty cruel.

"Musician? Are you a singer?" He asked.

"I can sing, but I also write my music, I play the drums, guitar, piano, I take a jab at the bass sometimes, despite not being that good at it…"

"Wow! How can so much talent fit in one person?" He smiled relieved. "I also play guitar and drums."

"That's awesome! Beto, the next pop punk sensation!"

"Pop punk? What's punk?" He chuckled.

"Oh, nothing, it's something from back home."

"Speaking of home, do you have plans to return to England?"

"No," Lydia frowned. "I don't have anything to come back to. Everything I know, all my life… it doesn't exist anymore."

"Your family, your friends? They're not there anymore?" Beto asked.

"No, but that's not something to talk about during a party."

"That sad look doesn't match this pretty smile," he murmured while he caressed her jaw with the tips of his fingers. "I want to see that smile reach your eyes."

For a moment everything went silent, even the music inside seemed muffled to Lydia in comparison to her own heartbeat. She slowly closed her eyes and leaned in, waiting for a kiss, but instead she heard a high-pitched scream:

"Beto? What is going on?"

"What?" She opened her eyes and was facing a girl who probably didn't even finish secondary school yet, dressed in a classic Columbine costume.

"Oh my God… that's why you argued with me, Beto? To come here at this nasty party fool around with some slutty chav?"

"You have a girlfriend?" Lydia looked at him angrily. "And she's a little girl who's barely out of nappies?"

"No! I don't have a girlfriend!" He started getting a little desperate. "Bia, we broke up before I came here."

"It was a silly argument, because you wanted to drag me here instead of going to the gala. Why did you do that? To cheat on me?" Bia crossed her arms in a petulant manner.

"I am not cheating on you, we broke up!" Beto insisted.

"I think I better leave, I have too much on my plate to deal with other people's drama," Lydia tried to stay strong, she couldn't cry in front of them. That could only be a heavenly punishment for daring to think of any other man besides Nathan romantically.

"No, Lydia! Please, let me explain!" Beto took her hand. "We only dated for six months after she insisted a lot, it was never serious."

"Look… honestly, if you really broke up with this overgrown ankle bite, you better make that clear to her, because it seems the girl didn't understand. Then you come looking for me, alright? Then I'll think about talking to you if I'm not in England yet."

"Who are you calling an ankle biter? You… hussy!" Bia narrowed her eyes facing her rival.

"Hussy?" Lydia turned around, she was way taller and stronger than the girl, she could easily destroy her, but she held back. "Is that an American accent I hear? You’re not better than me. I know you Americans think you are God’s gift to the world, how pathetic. Who the fuck do you think you are? Dirty little brat! First you grow up, then you come talk to me, you stupid cunt!"

Bia was stunned, she never heard anyone talking like that, let alone a lady. The word wasn't even that bad for people in the UK, but in the US it was one of the most vile things a person could say.

"Did you hear what she said, Beto? She cursed at me! This word… it's the worst thing someone can be called!" The girl was on the verge of tears.

"You're the one who started, Bia!" Beto ran after Lydia, but stopped when he saw the look in her eyes.

"Don't even come near me, or I'll show you what's really life to be punched. End this bullshit and maybe you'll have a chance with me."

[kizo2703]

A blue gown looks much better, but it's a shame it's not darker, something like the one from 6x04...

Happy New Year to you too, hun. 😘😘

Guys…I wrote something new. For the first time since February! I’m not going to pretend this is the best fic I’ve ever written, but it was really nice to feel like I actually accomplished something creative again. I’ve never written a New Year’s Eve story before and I got to play around with Clarke and Bellamy’s idiots in love dynamic/figuring out a changing relationship while on Sanctum. (No Anomaly, no B/echo, Primes are gone, building new lives, etc, etc) Since this is my first new story in almost a year, I’m begging for feedback (comments, kudos, both, anything that let’s me know the fandom still wants new stories). Also, please enjoy two moodboards because I couldn’t decide which one I liked best.

I want to give a very special thank you to @kateschechterxthorwasmyfirstotp for always, always, always leaving the most supportive, wonderful comments. They mean the absolute world. I’d also like to thank @okmcintyre , @bellamygifs , @bellamyblake , @b4bethsstuff, @kizo2703 , @togetherkru , @carrieeve , @honestlydarkprincess , @dark-scape , @pendragaryen , @natassakar , @astridandoddsandends , & probably so many other people I’ve forgotten (I’m sorry 😞) for being so unbelievably supportive, for liking and sharing my work, and just keeping this fandom alive. You are all amazing & I appreciate each one of you so much ❤️❤️❤️ Wishing everyone the happiest of New Year’s & thank you again to every single person who has taken the time to read, comment, leave kudos, or just enjoy my work. You are the best 🥂🎆

[dakotaawolven]

Octavia doesn't even grumble as Ash and Nate force her back into bed. She does roll her eyes when Nate pulls up her shirt to examine her bandages for any new bleeding, but she knows how worried he was while she was unconscious, so she lets him fuss. “I can't believe you're here! And with Roan!” She shakes her head with a smile and Ash smirks as she sits on the bed beside her. Niylah told them all that Ash and Roan were awake, and that Ash wanted to bring a gift to Lexa, but she didn't expect her to get here so quickly. 

“I'm looking forward to letting Clarke and Lexa deal with his brooding for a bit,” her friend mutters, making her chuckle for a moment before she winces at the pain that stabs through her abdomen.

— Chapter 35 of Taim kom hod in au te kos(when love becomes the reason)

Or start from Chapter 1

[trikruismybitch]

Clexa Fanfics

Hey guys these are all the Clexa fanfics that i love and wanted to share!

None of these are mine and all of the fics i added are completed works unless stated otherwise

Clexa

A Different Landing by RhinoMouse ****

The drop ship was always going to have problems coming down. Unfortunately for the 100 they ended up in Ice Nation territory where the locals were far less forgiving. With all the wristbands gone and the survivors unable to contact the ark, the ark never came down. Now four years later the surviving members of the 100 have been assimilated into Nia's army. When Lexa calls for the armies of the coalition to march on the mountain Clarke finds herself leading the Ice Nation forces.

[probably one of my favorite Clexa fanfics. The writing, world building, just everything is so well written and interesting. Highly recommend]

Runners From Azgeda by ellaaa25

Clarke and Raven are sisters only one month apart in age. The day before Clarkes 9th birthday, Jaha drops a block of the ship filled with 40 people to save oxygen with no warning. Clarke and Raven are in a pod and land in Azgeda and are taken to Nia. They are beaten, tortured and broken before being trained in the fighting pits of Azgeda to win their freedom as a pair. At age 16, the sisters are still searching for freedom

The Shadow by Clexa1205

Clarke leaves Camp Jaha and ends up getting captured by Azgeda where she comes face to face with Queen Nia and an unexpected enemy. Two years later, after being blackmailed, tortured, and trained, Clarke is forged into the ultimate weapon: an assassin known as the Shadow.

The Ursa & The Heda by SweeTarts151

Spirits are a large part of grounder culture, when Clarke switches places with Finn to spare him his life and get the alliance, something happens that changes her. Changes the way the grounders and her own people look at her. (Warning torture in first chapter)

When a Fallen Star Finds a Home on the ground by LMS (LMS180)

Torn between the hate Clarke felt for this betrayer and old feelings she wished could be forgotten, Clarke made a choice. And before she could live with the consequences of her actions, life pulled her down an unforeseen path. Today the Skai princess’s story is nothing but a distant memory. One long replaced by curious whispers surrounding Azgeda’s mysterious new Heir, Klark. With a new enemy threatening the Coalition’s Western borders, the Commander had no choice but to summon the 13 clans together. As the clans begin to assemble for the upcoming war, many eagerly await the arrival of Azgeda's mysterious Winter Wolf

(my) Destruction Within Your Mouth by KL_Morgan

Clarke loses: her head, her voice, her heart.

Survivals a Fools Errand by Ebozay

Clarke is spared the same fate as her father by being sent to Earth in a drop pod, a metaphorical canary in a coal mine. All in the name of saving what is left of the human race. To her surprise and short lived excitement she finds that the ground is survivable, that she won't burn as soon as the air touches her. But the scarred and brutal people she encounters? Maybe she's a fool to think she could survive life on the ground after all

Where Green Meets Blue by Clexaisbae

Clarke left Camp Jaha, leaving behind a very confused Bellamy. She stumbles through the forest, lost and unsure of what to do but a pair of green eyes pushed her on. At night, after a close encounter with a panther, Clarke was captured by the Ice Nation and now she has to fight her way out, with only a pair of green eyes to guide her out

The White Queen Running by KL_Morgan

Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.

(OR: Soulmates, parallel worlds, and Ice Queen Clarke; oh my. Canon divergent from 2x16.)

Clexa Alternative Universes

Blood (Must have Blood) by LexAlexAU

Hunger Games AU

(Just a) Little of Your Love by M_E_Scribbles

Clarke Griffins back in her hometown and working her dream job, as a detective and the leader of Polis Police Department's Search and Rescue. Then she's told to take the SAR to a local kindergarten class for a safety program.

That's where she meets an interesting young girl who takes to her immediately. When adorable handmade cards start appearing at her desk. She goes to the school to thank the girl and runs into a gorgeous woman who begins to invade her thoughts.

Of Sharp Talons and Sharper Eyes by AlexielMN

Daemon AU & Azgeda!Clarke

A Day In The Life of a Demigod by soshy (Sosh_022)

Demigod AU