#AU bellamy fanfic

[angelicqsa]

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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 𝗍𝗈 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 42of 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 morning came faster than Bellamy ever wanted it too but for once it wasn’t him who woke up first-it was Clarke. Apparently having him in her was provoking some hot dreams because he woke to her eyes still barely opened and her pulling his head down by the neck to kiss him. He wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or if she knew what she was doing but he smiled and felt her move up and down a little, fucking herself on him.

He groaned and gripped her by the waist, grunting in her mouth as he kissed her back.

“Princess?” he mumbled “Are you awake or are you having a hot dream?”

“Both.” she mumbles when she pulls back a little and opens her eyes. The softness he finds there overwhelms him and he can’t prevent himself from pushing in her too, desperate to find some friction as he was pretty sure he could feel his dick twitching even when inside her. 

“Can’t get enough of me, can you now?” he whispers when he kisses her cheeks and then meets her lips for a wet and hot kiss while her hands roam on his ribs under his shirt. 

He hissed when he felt her hand run over the worst part of his back, the most fucked up and hurt one and she suddenly stopped, opened her eyes wide awake and took his head in her hands.

“How bad is it?” it was bad, that much he could tell, he could barely feel his leg right now and he knew that in just a moment as he started moving around, he’d feel even more numb and then he’d get that horrible thingly feeling after which the sharp bouts of pain that felt like him being shock lashed would come crashing in and he’d have to squeeze his eyes shut and try to ground himself.

It was the same thing every morning-the pain was so overwhleming that some times he had to drag himself to the bathroom, lock himself up and slide to the floor praying for it to just be over until it eventually let go.

But most mornings, he couldn’t make it out of bed so he just lay there, away from Clarke so she doesn’t feel it, gripped his thigh and squeezed his eyes shut in a quiet prayer for it to just pass. 

“I think you’ll have to be on top this morning.” he jokes and she shakes her head at that but when he thirsts a little into her and she kisses him all hot and wanting, she can’t help herself and when he is the one to roll them over yet again, this time with him under her, she really wants to stop and ask him if he’s sure but he doesn’t give her the time to do so. 

With his eyes so big and bright, so full of love and want, she can’t help herself, she leans closer, kisses him, lets her hands roam over his chest despite the shirt he had on and then starts moving, slowly, lazily. 

Clarke knew they didn’t have that much time-the clock on the wall by the door told her it’s half past five-he had to get up at around six to grab them rations, then get himself ready for work, wake Gus and help him eat, prepare him for a day without him there. 

They couldn’t allow themselves the pleasure of taking all their clothes off and marveling or paying attention to each and every part of their bodies-that would be reserved for the night but they could still enjoy each other’s company, bring each other over the edge before the beginning of a hard day.

He’s in pain, that much she can tell because even when he sits up and sucks her nipple through her shirt, he groans and not all of it is from the pleasure. He’s tense and his eyebrows are furrowed but she hopes that she can take his mind off of it at least a little as she fucks him and tugs the back of his curls, exposing his neck for her to suck on.

Just as last night, she’s the first to come and when she’s over the edge, he’s quick to slip away from her and she groans unhappily, too used to having him in her after spending the night together. When he’s off, he reaches to stroke himself a few times and she swats his hand away when she sees it.

“No, let me-” she insists breathlessly, her cunt still convulsing and wetting the sheets underneath them, yet again. She had to do laundry today as much as she hated it. He chuckles a little and drops his dick, let’s her pump him a few times, squeeze his balls and soon enough he comes as well, stifling his groans and leaning down to kiss her to try and quiet himself.

“Fuck, this is awesome, princess.” he whispers, glancing at the clock to check how much time he had before he needed to be up. He determines they could spare ten more minutes fooling around, kissing each other soo he pulls her over his chest since he was in too much pain to be the one in charge and they kiss each other lazily as their hands roam up and down under the sheets.

Bellamy’s about to move his head down and pay some attention to her other boob which he ignored during their fun times when they hear Gus’ voice loud and clear.

“Dada?” he asks “Clarke? What are youw doing?” Clarke jumps from her place so hard she hits her head in the top bunk and grunts loudly while Bellamy scrambles up with the blankets and pulls them over himself even though he’s technically dressed.

When they look at the kid they find him standing up in his PJs, rubbing at his eyes that were a little drowsy and sleepy but definitely wide awake.

“Gus-” Bellamy sits up on his elbows and tries to stifle a groan as Clarke rolls over by her side of the bed and breathes heavily, hiding behind his body for the time being. “What are you doing up, son, it’s still early?”

“I wasn’t sweepy anymow, dada.” he says and tilts his head at them “What awe you doing?”

“Nothing, Clarke and I were just uh-” he clears his throat and looks at her for support but she’s trying very hard not to laugh and he rolls his eyes at her childish behavior “We were just cuddling, cause Clarke’s cold.”

“Are you awkay?” Gus prods, taking a step forward and limping to the bed. Bellamy curses, shoves his hands under the blankets and pulls his boxers before picking Gus up in his lap. 

“We’re good.” Bellamy assures. “Are you okay? Did we wake you?” Gus shakes his head and nestles on Bellamy’s chest, staring up at him and peaking at Clarke behind his dad’s back curiously. She tries to compose herself and comes closer to the boys, rolling on her side and reaching for Gus’ little hand, kissing his fingers as she moved up too. 

“Dada, were you kissing doctor Clarke?” Gus asks next and Bellamy swallows hard, cursing quietly under his nose “I saw youw kissing hew.”

“I uh-...” he takes a deep breath and gives Clarke a look, suggesting he’ll definitely need her help here so she sits up in bed and he feels her arm hanging over his shoulder while her other hand stroked Gus’ head. The kid seemed a little confused but not spooked-he was looking between him and her surprised and Bellamy could see all the little gears running in his head trying to make sense of what he had just saw.

This was the worst possible way this could’ve happened, Bellamy thinks. They haven’t discussed much about this but they thought that when they told him, they’d sit him down and explain it slowly, carefully, so that he had the time to sink it in. 

What was happening right now was just proof that Bellamy’s plans always went to hell. He glances at Clarke once more and she gives him a little nod as she sits by his side and holds Gus’ frostbitten foot in her hand, gently rubbing over it in a soothing manner.

“I was kissing her yes.” he admits and Gus stares at him for a moment, not saying anything. He looks between them and holds his hands together like he did when he was trying to make sense of things.

Bellamy decides to give him a moment and waits for him to speak up first, simply keeping his hand on his back, arm wrapped tightly around him pushing him to his side.

“Grandma Rory says that when people love each othew they kiss.” he rubs his chin before looking up at them again “Do you love each othew?” 

Bellamy smiles and meets Clarke’s eyes as he leans closer and rubs his forehead against her for a brief moment.

“Yes, we do.” Bellamy says finally when they pull away “How do you think you feel about that?” Gus looks at them for a moment and Bellamy’s heart trumps loudly in his chest-he’s trying to prepare himself for a full four year old meltdown but then Gus surprisingly smiles brightly, claps his hands and yelps a little.

“I was right!” he exclaims and it’s Clarke and Bellamy’s turn to exchange confused glances as the kid shuffles in Bellamy’s lap and keeps beaming at them.

“You were...you were right, son?” Bellamy asks tilting his head at his baby boy and Gus keeps clapping his hands joyfully like he hasn’t been since the night when the electricity stopped and he got the frost bite.

“Gus been wondering if dada and doctor Clarke like each other more than friends.” he explains and furrows his eyebrows for a moment “Fwiends don’t kiss wait?”

“No, they don’t.” Bellamy assures running his hand down his hair and leaning over to kiss his forehead “But back up a little-you’ve been thinking about this?” Gus nods a little too enthusiastically again and Clarke doesn’t miss the way his legs jerk up and down as if he’s about to hop off his dad’s lap and do a happy dance any second now. 

“Yeaw, Gus had been asking gwandma Rory questions.”

“What kind of questions?” Bellamy keeps prodding “Why didn’t she tell me anything?”

“Bellamy-” Clake reaches over to squeeze his arm and gives him a look that suggests none of this is important and he was overthinking it yet agian. Bellamy sighs, clearly very much confused-they’ve both been very scared as to how Gus may take the news of them being together, they had been preparing for a total meltdown this entire time and to have him...happy and somewhat expecting this came more of a surprise to them than Gus seeing them kissing.

“Gus, do you want to ask us any questions about this?” she chimes in next, cupping the boy’s cheek and running her thumb under his beautiful green and brown eye, the same as his mother's obviously “Maybe we can give you more answers than grandma Rory, especially after what you just saw?”

Gus hmms and rests his back against his dad’s arm as he thinks over Clarke’s suggestion.

“Have you been together long?” he asks finally and they both shake their heads simultaniously before Bellamy speaks up.

“Not that long, son.”

“But you didn’t tell Gus?” he sounds a little hurt, offended even, as if up until now he was their biggest supporter and he ended up being the last one to know. Frankly, Clarke realizes he had the right to be angry about it.

“We were trying to figure out the right time to do so. We didn’t want to overwhelm you, baby boy.” Bellamy continues and looks at Clarke for support.

“That and we were....a little scared. More like I was.” she admits something she hasn’t let out loud not even to Bellamy who’s head snaps a little surprised at that but she keeps her eyes trained on Gus who gives her a confused look.

“Why wewe you scawed?”

“Well...I didn’t want you to feel like I am trying to replace your mom, which I am not or that I want your dad to focus on me more than you.” she blurts out and she feels Bellamy’s hand sneak on her back, rubbing it softly in support “I didn’t want you to...hate me.”

“I could never hate you, doctor Clarke!” Gus exclaims in loud protest “I love you!” he blurts out next and throws himself in her arms, wrapping his hands in a dead lock around her neck.

Clarke’s eyes fill with tears and when she looks up at Bellamy, she finds that he wasn’t much better off. His hands shook and he was dabbing at his eyes with his shirt, blushing in the most embarrassing of ways for being the first one to crack. 

He was so soft and emotional that she couldn’t help but reach over, put her hand on the back of his neck and push him to her chest, next to Gus.

“I love you too, Gus.” she says kissing his head and then moving onto Bellamy’s “I love both of my boys so much.”

Gus peaks up when they rub their noses against each other and smirks a little devilishly.

“Kiss!” he exclaims.

“Gus, baby boy-” Bellamy tries but the kid is relentless.

“Kiss!” he demands and Clarke chuckles a little before meeting Bellamy’s eyes.

“Your son asked you something.”

“I think he asked us something, princess.” he whispers back “And he’s our son now.” it’s her turn to get teary eyed and she chokes on her emotions which he quickly takes in and shares with her when he presses his lips against hers. It’s not a deep tongue passionate lusty kiss, no, it’s nothing like that-it’s just soft and vulnerable, just as they were right now. A kiss that brought them together in the next most important moment of their lives-sharing this with Gus.

“You happy now, son?” Bellamy asks when they pull apart and Gus stretches over his little feet on Clarke’s lap while he keeps his back pressed against his dad’s side. Gus hmms like an old man, rubs his chin and shrugs a little.

“It’s okay, dada.”

“Okay?” Bellamy asks in disbelief before looking up at Clarke “Did you hear him? He said it was okay?”

“I think that he’s bound for a punishment what do you say?” she suggests giving him a wink, making his lips stretch in a smile as he nods.

“I agree.” he looks briefly down at Gus who’s confused about their conversation “You ready?” he asks her and Clarke nods before both of them lean down and start peppering Gus’ body with kisses all over-his forehead, his cheeks, his hands, even his legs and toes. Bellamy sneaks in his fingers too, tickling him a little and soon enough the boy is squirming in joy underneath them.

They move him to the bed and roll around in it together over the blanekts of course, since the sheets were once again a mess. Gus laughs and climbs on them, most of all on his dad, then tries to tickle him and Clarke too and she can see that Bellamy’s heart eases a little to see his son like this. After all the pain and suffering of the past week, Gus going back even if a little to himself was a loud off Bellamy’s weary shoulders.

“Okay, dad will go grab us breakfast.” he finally says when he sits up and Clarke notices how his hand shoots for his knee right away. He stops briefly, closes his eyes and sucks in his breath.

Gus must feel something’s wrong because he sneaks from under his right arm and looks up at his dad like a puppy.

“Dada, are you okay?”

“I’m good.” he lies but Clarke covers her hand over his on his knee and yet he doesn’t move, not right away. She leans over so that Gus doesn’t overhear them.

“Is it too bad?” she asks and he just shakes his head stubbornly, refusing to give her a real answer “I’ll take care of it when you come back, alright?” she adds “Gus will help me too.”

“Yey!” he claps his hands again happily but then leans into his dada’s side and perches his chin on his chest, looking upwards. “Dada, is everything gon be olrait?” Bellamy runs his hand down his head once more, seemingly his favorite sign of showing his son’s his love apart from holding him and kissing his forehead. 

“Everything will be fine, my boy.” Bellamy promises and kisses him and Clarke’s sides once more before getting up and dressing himself. He hides in the bathroom on purpose, Clarke knows this, he didn’t want Gus to see him struggling to even put his clothes on or notice his scars-he hid his pain away or at least tried to not just from her but from the boy as well and while she understood why he did it, she was pretty sure that Gus could handle it just as well as she was. 

On the way to the door she reminds him to grab his cane as his crutch got ruined last night and he smiles but takes the old metal rod he used as one even if he didn’t feel like it. She had to figure out a way to get him a new crutch as it provided more support for not just his leg but his whole side too.

When it’s just her and Gus, she helps him to the bathroom. He still can’t or more like is too scared to walk on his own but she insists she holds his hand and he tries to do it himself instead of her carrying him. She pushes him a little which is what he seems to need but she still helps him up the chair on the bathroom sink when she notices him wince from the pain and she hands him his toothbrush and helps him wipe his face away with the towel. 

She lets him pee on his own and trusts him to change into his clothes while she fixes the sheets and prepares some formula fo him. When he exits the bathroom, she picks him up in her arms and he folds in on herself like he often did with Bellamy-trusting her to give him the warmth he needed. 

Gus was still sleepy that time of day, it was before his usual kindergarden awakening and it’s what Bellamy called, the pre-proper wake so he doesn’t fight her as much on eating as she expects but he wakes up more when she sits him down on the chair and holds the bottle to his lips, instead of falling asleep.

He sucks on his milk eagerly, much better than he had yesterday and she smiles somewhat relieved at that, knowing it’d make Bellamy breathe a little easy too. Gus snuggles into her chest when he’s done with the bottle and Clarke lets him suck on her index finger like he did with his dad often, knowing it sooths him even more but his eyes are wide awake and staring at her.

“Do you feel alright, sweet face?” she asks leaning over to rub her nose against his and make him squirm “Is something on your mind?”

Gus shrugs a little but lets her finger go and rests his cheek against her chest.

“Dada loves you now, right?”

“He does.”

“But does he still love mama?” Clarke’s heart clenches at that and she has to swallow hard and take Gus’ hand in hers, squeezing them tightly as she responds.

“Gus, I can assure you that he loves your mom very much and that will never go away.” Gus ponders on that for a bit, eyebrows furrowed, clearly not entirely convinced by her words so she tugs his arm a little and tries to bring his attention to her “The thing about your dad is that...his heart is very big.” she smiles at Gus and he look up at her eyes big and concetrated on her words “It is the biggest one I’ve ever seen in my life and I’ve done open heart surgeries.”

“Really?” Gus asks in awe making her smile even brighter and touch the tip of his nose.

“Absolutely.”

“But you haven’t seen my dada’s heart...have you?” Gus asks confused and she shakes her head.

“I don’t need to. I know that it holds all the love that it can for your mama, for you, for grandma...for me and for all his friends and somehow it only seems to grow.” 

“Hm” Gus says quietly patting his cheek with his finger like a grown man until he comes up with his next question and his eyes get a shade of fear in their irises “Do you think it can burst?”

“No.” Clarke assures “Of course not.”

“But how do you know?”

“Because he doesn’t keep it all in there-” she pats Gus’ chest “His love for those cloesest to him is in every action, every little thing that he does.” Gus keeps looking at her curiously as she takes his hand and runs her finger over his little knuckles “He does so many things out of love, it just radiates from him.”

“Like the sun warming the ground in ouw lesson the othew day?”

“Exactly.” Clarke praises and runs her hand down his curls again “Smart boy.” Gus gets blushy at the praise as he usually did and buried his face in Clarke’s chest in order to hide from her but she knows that what he’s really seeking is her warmth and comfort. 

“Clarke?” he asks after a while of just being there with her in the soft and sweet embrace she could provide for him.

“Yes, baby boy?”

“Are you my mama now?” he asks peaking from under his curls up at her looking smaller than he actually was and Clarke is a little bit taken aback at first so she sucks in a breath before helping him raise up into a more sitting position, desperate to see his face better. Gus squirms in her, plays with his fingers and tugs at his shirt nervously before she speaks up.

“Gus, you already have your mom, you do know that, right?” Gus nods eagerly “Nobody can ever replace her or what she did for you. Your dad and I...we’re not trying to do that, do you understand that?” Gus shrugs a little but nods a little tentatively.

“I know mama is always with me.” Gus mumbles under his nose “And I know you’re not my real mama but...I’m not sure what...what it feels like to have one.” Clarke’s heart clenches at that and she has to bite back her tears and keep herself together and before she can say something Gus keeps on “I have a dada and I know what that’s like but what does a mama do?”

“It’s not that much different, Gus-they love you and care for you more than themselves or the world just like your dad.”

“Weally?” Clarke nods and smiles a little.

“Sometimes people say that the fathers tend to spoil the kids more while moms are more strict but I think your dad...he manages to do both of those things perfectly.”

“I think so too.” Clarke smiles at him as he keeps going “Gwandma Rory says dada spoils me too much sometimes but I know when he says something has to be done, Gus gotta do it laik homework.”

“That’s right. And he’s only being like that because he wants the best for you, you know that, right?” Gus nods and pushes his index finger to munch on again, probably because he was still hungry and Clarke hoped Bellamy will be back with breakfast soon as apparently a bottle of milk was no longer enough for a growing boy like his son. 

“Gus, your dad and I ...we’re not trying to fill in that place in your heart that is reserved for your mom, okay?” she explains carefully “We just love each other and I want to help him raise you, spent time with you. You don’t have to call me anything but just Clarke,okay?” Gus nods and she can see he still had many questions going on in his head but for now that would have to be enough. She was sure that later when Bellamy was home after work, he’d find the time to talk to him and ask him if he had any questions too and she was sure he’d be great at it. “Now do you want us to draw some while we wait for dad?” Gus nods eagerly and they take out his notebook and the pencils she bought him all those months ago. 

He asks for a giraffe, his new favorite animal, then for a dog with ruffled hair and a parrot with colorful wings. Clarke starts getting worried that Bellamy’s taking that much time and keeps glancing at the clock every few minutes. Gus notices it because he stops coloring and leans his back on her chest reaching his tiny hand for her cheek and cupping it softly.

“Don’t wowry, Clarke, there’s a big line for breakfast in the mowning. Dada just has to wait.” he explains and Clarke kisses his fingers softly, rubbing his back and promising him she’s all good.

Bellamy does get home a lot later than expected, just before he has to go to work. 

“I’m sorry, it was crazy this morning but I grabbed you coffee.” he comes in limping, carrying a small tray of two bowls of porrige, some jerky, grape, two apples and two cups of coffee as well as some toest with butter and honey on it. He kisses the top of her head and ruffles Gus’ curls. “I have to change and leave for work.”

She scoffs at that angrily-her plan was to take care of his leg this morning but it seemed like she won’t get the chance to.

“Bellamy-” she tried, gripping his hand and pushing him back to the table but he shakes his head.

“I have to go, princess.” he leans down to capture her lips with his and rub his nose against her for the briefest of seconds “We’ll do it tonight, okay?” she sighs and is about to let him go when she tugs at him again.

“At least get some toast.”

“Let me shower first.” he promises and she makes a mental note to force the toast in his hand later which in fact, she does. He’s at the door limping heavily and coughing his lungs out once again when she gives him the piece of bread and helps him take a few sips of his coffee while he adjusts his hat and kisses Gus’ head goodbye, promising him to be good today, do his homework and listen to Clarke.

She thinks that tonight, she’ll force him to sit down while she massages his leg but as usually their plans all go to hell mostly because she is swamped by work in Factory and Farm that they have to cross again for more than one patient. 

By the time they come back home, Bellamy is barely forcing his leg to move, he’s coughing hard and Gus is asleep in his cot while his mom works on mending some clothes by their metal table.

He’s so exhausted, they both are really that they don’t eat-they simply lie in bed together. She still manages to force two spoons of cough syrup before he passes out in bed and as Aurora leaves, eyes filled with worry and sadness, she grabs Clarke’s hand and squeezes it tight.

“This new job...” she says “I’m worried about him.”

“Don’t! I’ll take care of him.” Clarke promises but the truth is that she doesn’t, not really. She knows his leg is stiff, she made him promise that he’ll let her take care of it and still all she can do that night after spending hours saving lives is lie by his side and have him pull her to his chest.

He grunts in pain, she hears him and it’s not a one time-occurance-he hurts a lot because she can tell he squirms under the blankets and suck in his breath. Her eyes water and she reaches to hold his hand in quiet support but it’s not enough, not for what he’s going through anyway.

She tries to stand up, thinks that she can force herself to get back on her feet and wrap his leg in a cold compress to take some of the swelling away but she simply falls asleep.

At some point at night, Gus wakes up and calls out for his dad, she hears Bellamy talk to him and lift him up, settling the kid between the two of them. Gus buries his nose in his dad’s side and his back in Clarkes.

Despite everything, all the pain and misery, all the worries and complications, all the stress they went through in just one day, she thinks that this-being in bed with her favorite people, well...this must’ve been what her dad always wanted for her-happiness.

[thetimetravellercat]

My boarding school AU is now complete! I think it's genuinely one of my favorite fics I've written. The main ship is Gentlehands (Stizzy), with platonic Bellhands (father & son), with themes such as finding your family, coming of age, first loves, and so much more.

It will break your heart at times but it will also always patch it up and provide a good amount of hope and gentle comfort.

Summary:

Plucked from the depths of poverty, sixteen year-old Izzy finds himself thrown into an entirely new world as Sir Sam Bellamy, a rich noble, claims him as his son.

Despite the many hurdles he will have to face at the infamous Saint Marianne boarding school, ruled by a vicious Headmaster, Sir Hornigold, Izzy will find a place of his own, and cross paths with one Stede Bonnet in the process.

Resilient and not ready to go down without a fight, Izzy doesn't expect to find friends, love, and a family. And yet, this is what awaits him at the end of the road.

[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

[alannacouture]

So, for reasons unknown to me, Ao3 wouldn’t let me upload this w my Bellarke Valentine’s Day fic. So I’m sharing it here in hope you’ll go visit my story (it’s very fluffy, I promise). ❤️❤️❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44920405

[heartbellamy]

new year, do me

bellarke | rated t | modern au | fluff | new year’s eve & idiots in love

Six years ago, on New Years Eve, Clarke and Bellamy were the only ones of their friends who were single, and suddenly faced with the only ones without someone to kiss at midnight crisis. So, after a few drinks, they made a pact. Or, classic Clarke and Bellamy being idiots about their feelings and taking way too long to get their shit together.

Link in reblog!

[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.

[erm-you-see]

Me waiting for updates from like, the only three people that make Sam Bellamy/Izzy hands fics where Sam Is actually alive and well.

Izzy/Sam Bellamy fics be like:

Bonus if they just met and it’s unrelated to the ring or if Izzy was mourning and Sam just turned up out the blue.This is a mix of several different fics I’ve read everything is /j. Fic writers plz don’t hate me I love Sam fics sm I’m like 🤏 this close to making elaborate fanart.

[unchartedcloud]

Light's Long Shadow - Chapter 4

A Clexa Star Wars AU

Clarke Griffin may have...exaggerated...the amount of information she was privy to, but she's still the only lead Lexa has. A quick trip to Taris to meet Griffin's employer won't be too much trouble.

But it will, it seems involve a change of clothes. And an expanded cast of characters.

Feeling Clarke freeze beside her, Lexa shifts her stance: left foot forward, right foot slightly back, torso angled to make for a smaller target. She flexes her right hand, feels the leather of her borrowed gloves stretch over her knuckles, and focuses her attention on the lightsaber under her vest. Clarke had promised that they wouldn't have an issue with bounty hunters on this planet, and yet…

"Nice of you all to come greet us," Clarke says, and she seems...pleased? The aura of energy around her pulses with excitement, not negativity. If anything, it's warm and affectionate and only a little on guard. Though her fingers twitch, Lexa can sense more than see, just the slightest bit toward her blaster. Strange.

"You know there's a bounty on your head, right?" The human man calls across the space between them.

"One that could buy us a whole new ship, and then some," the human woman remarks. "That's what you said right, Lincoln?" She looks over at the Mandalorian who gives the slightest of nods.

"We noticed," Clarke says back, and points at the tear still present in her pant leg from the injury she received on Bogden.

"Charo's entire gang went after you and they only managed to get in a scratch?" The woman pulls the scarf down to reveal a smile. "Told Bell you'd make it back alive. Pay up."

The man next to her scoffs and tosses a few credits into her hand. He holsters the rifle with a grunt onto his back and pushes his visor back over his head, revealing wavy black locks of hair that frame a handsome face. "Figured with ten of 'em, there'd be an even chance. Should've known better." He shrugs, a wide smile pulling across his face that reminds Lexa immediately of Clarke’s. Easy, a little arrogant, but genuine. "Good to have you back, Princess."

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[seanfalco]

I. An Introduction to Society

The Perfect Match     ➛ A Timeline Anomaly Bridgerton!AU by @seanfalco​ & @super-unpredictable98​

Dear Gentle Reader, Another social season is upon us and Miss Blossom Bellamy, this year’s potential Diamond, has just entered society in a much a more gracious manner than her elder sister Lydia, who has rebuked all suitors since her debut and is quickly on the way to spinsterhood, along with her closest friend Winrey Lewis.  However, when not one, but three eligible young gentlemen rejoin the ton after years of being away, the social scene is certain to be turned on it’s head. Let the race to find the perfect match begin!

❥ Word Count: 4.9k ❥ Tags/Warnings: Nathan Young x oc, Sean Falco x oc, Regency AU ❥ a/n: Flor & I were in the midst of rewatching Bridgerton again, when we decided we needed to write an AU with the Timeline squad.  Introducing Sean as the Nathans elder brother, and young Blossom as Lydia and Simon’s younger sister.

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❝Social season is officially upon us again," Lydia grumbled, stepping away from the pianoforte with an annoyed sigh when she saw her younger sister carrying yet another issue of Whistledown’s Society Papers, “also known as Lydia Bellamy's road to becoming a spinster!”

"That is your choice, sister," Blossom laughed, followed quickly by their father, who was trying to sneak a peek at the pamphlet over her shoulder.  "You have been in love with a boy you met ten years ago and refuse any other caller.  I am beginning to think you imagined this boy.  For heaven’s sake, a Viscount asked for your hand last year and you treated him no better than you would a rat!"

“Try to be a little happy for your sister, it's her first season and she is so excited to present in front of the Queen," Lord Charles murmured.  "Besides, perhaps someone will catch your eye yet, my dear.  Don't lose hope just yet." 

“Have you seen the new Whistledown?” Win Lewis, Lydia’s closest friend, cried as she hurried into the Bellamy drawing room, holding the latest edition of the ton’s favourite gossip rag aloft. 

Win’s family had lived across the street from the Bellamys since her father, Lord David Lewis remarried the dowager Lady Karen Edwards, and she and Lydia had been fast friends ever since.

"Yes!" Blossom exclaimed excitedly, straightening as the other woman entered the room.

"No."  Lydia rolled her eyes. "Why should I want to see what she has to say about my lack of a husband?  She believes me a shrew.  Honestly... why could you not be a man, Winnie? I would marry you in the blink of an eye,” she exclaimed.

“Oh, if only!” Win teased, pecking Lydia’s cheek as she flounced down next to her on the loveseat. “No, read this part!” she exclaimed, pointing to a column on the front page. “A new family is moving to Mayfair, and they have three eligible sons,” she said, lowering her voice conspiratorially.

"Wow... more mediocre men to fill in the spaces on my dance card," Lydia muttered, sarcasm dripping from every word as she glanced at the paragraph about the Irish Lords, a pair of twins and an older gentleman who inherited the estate after their father's disappearance. "Every man in the ton is the same, they see me as some sort of porcelain doll that will break if they so much as look at me wrong.��

"Should you want them to see you as a bitch in heat?" Lady Linda Bellamy scoffed as she entered the room followed by her oldest, Simon. "You would be lucky to find someone like the Viscount!  Gentle, sophisticated, intelligent, polite–"

Win tried to hide her smile at Lady Bellamy’s words—she knew her best friend’s tastes were everything but what her mother had listed.  “You haven’t even met them yet, perhaps they’ll be more interesting than you think,” she murmured, nudging Lydia in the side.

"I suppose we shall know tonight at the ball, I am expected to attend... mama would certainly disown me if I would prefer to practice the pianoforte instead," Lydia grimaced.

"Good thing you know," Lady Bellamy said, fixing Simon's collar once more.  "So handsome, every debutant will be looking at you tonight," she murmured fondly, ignoring the sour look on her daughter’s face.

"At least we'll be able to attend together," Win reminded her before turning her attention to the other Bellamy sister.  "Are you excited for your introduction to society, Blossom?"

"So excited!  I can't wait to get married and live my very own fairytale with my husband," Blossom squealed in excitement. 

"Isn't she adorable?" Lydia teased, pinching her sister's cheek.

"How about you, Simon? Any ladies caught your eye yet?" Win asked, still grinning at Blossom's enthusiasm.

"Not particularly.  I-I might wait a little longer, the last thing I want is to steal Blossom's thunder by getting married as well," Simon explained, ever so shy and reserved.

"I wish my step sister was half as kind as you, Simon," Win muttered, flopping back to lean against Lydia's shoulder.

"Delilah is the shrew Whistledown should be writing about!  She has no class and no beauty, I pity the unlucky man she ends up with," Lydia huffed, folding her arms.

"She's been absolutely horrible over the winter, and now my step-mama is putting all her efforts into finding her a match.  She's already ordered twice as many dresses from the modiste as she has for me," Win grumbled, her lips twitching into a frown.

"And your papa says nothing?" Lord Bellamy asked, frowning.

"He seems too cowed by her.  I wish he would stand up to her from time to time," Win sighed.

"Do not worry, Winrey.  If you should ever need a dress, Blossom has dozens she has never had the chance to wear before her figure... changed so fast," Charles offered.

"Besides, you do not need to rely on appearances to make yourself interesting," Lydia added. "You are a better catch than Delilah will ever be, with or without new dresses."

"Thank you Lord Bellamy, you are too kind," Win added before taking Lydia's hand and giving it a squeeze. "Thank you Lyds, you are the best," she whispered.

"Well, this isn't too bad.”  Nathan muttered, opening the door to his new room.  The house wasn't nearly as spacious as the one they had back in Ireland, but it was satisfactory.  

"I am sure you'll feel at home in London soon enough," Lady Louise assured them.

"Yeah, once you feast your eyes on the bevy of young ladies at tonight's soiree," Nathaniel taunted, nudging his twin with a wolfish grin.

"I do seem to have extinguished my options back home..." Nathan laughed.  He was quite proud of his reputation, a rake through and through, something he didn't plan on changing. "I am lucky to have you and Sean, between th’two of you I do not need to worry about marriage."

"I still believe you'll eat those words one day," Sean teased, raising an eyebrow at his younger brother.

"And I shall love to meet the spirited young lady who changes your mind," Nathaniel laughed.  "For she'd have t'be spirited indeed t'put up with you."

"God has provided me with brothers so I could steal the virtue of as many young ladies as I possibly can," Nathan replied, running his fingers confidently through his unruly curls. "That is my divine duty, you two worry about wives and leave me out of it."

"Nathan!" Lady Young snapped, smacking the back of his head with her fan. "Please at least try to behave yourself here," she exclaimed. 

"Shall we make a bit of a wager?" Nathaniel asked Sean, lowering his voice. 

"What sort of wager?" 

"On which lady shall catch his attention first at tonight’s ball." 

"You're on," Sean grinned.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," Lydia murmured, placing a flower in her sister's hair.  "Remember, do not be too eager, men do not like it." 

"I will, if you promise me to be a little more eager, men do not like to be mistreated," Blossom countered, looking out through the carriage window.

"Should you find yourself terribly bored, you know where to find me," Simon winked at Lydia as their carriage came to a stop. 

"Do not worry, I shall find Win and dance the night away," she smiled, looking around for her friend’s carriage while Charles stepped down to escort Blossom.  Despite her elder sister's behavior she was a rather desirable young woman and she would certainly need a chaperone at all times.

Meanwhile, Win was sitting opposite her sour faced step sister and step mother, her eyes firmly directed out the carriage window as their destination neared. 

"Delilah, stop squirming," Lady Karen snapped as her daughter craned her head to see out the other window. "And you, Winrey, sit up straight.  A young lady doesn't slouch." 

Win merely rolled her eyes, but straightened, catching sight of the Bellamys and hurriying out of the carriage before it fully came to a stop.

"Oh thank goodness, there you are," she breathed, catching Lydia's arm as they stepped into the bright foyer.  "Have you seen them yet?" she asked, looking around for the Irish Lords they’d read about.

"How should I know?  I don't know what they look like!" Lydia giggled, her friend's excitement catching.  "I believe we must find the three new faces among the old tired ones we know so well."

"That is a good idea.  Let's seeeee," Win mused with a laugh, pulling Lydia along with her as she peered at each face they passed.  Soon she noticed three men she had never seen before—all three were tall and slim, the elder a hand taller than the younger two, and each bearing a head of dark curls and sharp green eyes.  The two younger men appeared to be identical twins, though they held themselves slightly different. 

"There!" Win exclaimed in a hushed voice, biting her lip as she looked them over.

"Oh my dear God, they are–"  Attractive was the only word Lydia could think of, but she didn’t voice it.  

The three men were incredibly attractive, to be sure, but so was the Viscount, as well as many other young men of the ton, but being handsome was not a guarantee of any other value. 

"Papa!  Look!" Blossom whispered.  "Do you think one of them shall ask me to dance?" 

"If they have half a brain, I'm sure they will," Lord Bellamy chuckled.

"See anythin' y'like, brother?" Nats asked, letting his gaze travel around the room, taking in the sights.

"I see many things..." Nathan wet his lips before taking a sip of his lemonade, “many beautiful young things.  Do you, brother?"

Lydia couldn't help but think those curls and green eyes were awfully familiar.  Over ten years back, when she was merely a girl, she had encountered a boy with those very same features.  A boy she had vowed to marry once they were grown, but it was simply a childish desire.

"I think I do," Nats murmured, “if you'll excuse me..."  Stepping away from his twin's side, he waded into the crowd, making his way toward Win and Lydia.  "Good evenin', ladies," he greeted, nodding his head toward them. "And t'who do I owe th'pleasure?" he asked, reaching for Lydia's hand.

"Miss Bellamy, Miss Lydia Bellamy," she answered, allowing him to take her hand, and for once she didn't feel the need to make a nasty remark.  "Good evening, my lord." 

"Oh, always in a rush..." Nate groaned, stealing a glance at the other young lady next to the one his brother was speaking with—shorter and more petite, but just as beautiful as the one his brother had chosen.  "I shall bide my time. Right, Sean– Sean?" he asked, looking around, his older brother nowhere to be seen.

"Good evening, I couldn't help but notice you across th'room," Sean murmured, bowing to Miss Blossom.

"My Lord," Blossom bowed back, trying not to seem too eager or blush too deeply, as her sister had advised.  "I-I am—"

“Miss Blossom Bellamy," her father cut in, amused by his daughter's reaction.

"Blossom," Sean mused as he held out his hand for her. "You certainly blush just as prettily as a blossom," he said, flashing her a grin.

"You are too kind," Blossom took his hand and looked back at her father for approval.  He simply nodded and let go of her arm.  "I'm afraid my face gives away too much.  I have never been a good liar."

"I've always thought it better to be honest than trying to hide what one thinks or feels," Sean murmured, letting her take his arm as he led her to the dance floor.

"Most agreeable," Blossom nodded, placing one hand on his shoulder.  "Although I have been warned against my overly passionate nature."

"I don't see what's wrong with a bit of exuberance," Sean murmured, placing one hand on the small of her back.  "Although, that may be my artist's spirit talking," he chuckled awkwardly, hoping it wouldn't put her off to know he was an artist.  Many young ladies tended to find that undesirable in a Lord.  If he were the second born, or a commoner, maybe it wouldn't be so frowned upon…

"You're an artist?” Blossom cried excitedly.  “So am I!  I have been learning every instrument I can get my hands on ever since I was a girl, and I like to believe myself a fair writer as well!"  Blossom felt her heart race a little bit more, sharing similarities was the first step to a good match. "What is your passion?"

“I’m quite interested in the use and art of the camera obscura,” Sean answered, his chest stirring with excitement at Blossom’s interest in his art.

"That is fascinating! I should love to see your art someday, it must look so real!"  Blossom's interest only grew the more she learned about him.  "My Lord, I have been so enthralled, I forgot to ask your name, what should I call you?"

“Oh!  My apologies Miss Blossom, you may call me Sean, Sean Young,” he answered.

"A lovely name," Blossom breathed, holding put her arm so he could sign her dance card. "Would you care for some refreshments, Lord Young?"

“Yes, let me get you some lemonade, Miss Blossom,” Sean offered, leading her over to the drink table.

"Thank you," Blossom followed, looking back at her papa who smiled.  "May I ask how a wonderful dancer and an enchanting gentleman such as yourself isn't married yet?"

“Ah, well,” Sean murmured sheepishly, taking a sip from his drink.  “There was a young lady I was courting several years ago, but I made a bit of a… misstep and she cut off our engagement,” he explained.

"Oh dear," Blossom laughed nervously.  What sort of misstep would cause a bride to call off the entire engagement?  It must have been really bad... "I am sorry to hear that, I am sure you seek a fresh start here in England.  I shan't ask any more questions."

“I… certainly hope so,” Sean murmured awkwardly.

"Miss Bellamy, might I have this dance?" Nats asked, winking at her as he kissed the back of her gloved hand.  Win shared an excited look with her friend before she was pulled out to the floor.  Spying the refreshments, she headed in that direction, half keeping an eye on Lydia and the young Mr. Young. 

"I suppose you are the one Lady Whistledown has been talking about.  My friend was most curious about you and your brothers," Lydia grinned.  It had been ages since she last danced with a gentleman, let alone one she actually wanted to dance with. 

"Oh yes, I read that. This Whistle lady seems to be rather important around here," Nats chuckled as he spun her slowly.  "Aren’t you curious at all?  I'll answer any question you like." 

"She certainly knows more than anyone else about everyone else.  I have but one question..."  Lydia stared deeply into those eyes and took a deep breath.  "Is this your first time in England?" 

"I..." Nats frowned, thinking.  "No, we lived here many years ago before my father left us," he answered, stepping in time to the spirited music.  "Why d'yeh ask?" 

"It’s just… you remind me of someone I met many years ago," Lydia admitted, moving without counting her steps, almost as if she knew exactly what to do.  "My family and I were enjoying the country and I remember spending one remarkable afternoon with a boy who had your curls and your green eyes." 

"Really?" Nats murmured, trying to think back. "It does sound like me, but as you can see, my twin and elder brother share those same features as well." 

"What I know is that the boy was the same age as me, so I believe your older brother to be out of the equation," Lydia mused–it would be nearly impossible to know for certain if neither of them remembered the event. 

Nats’ frown deepened. “I do vaguely remember my time here, but I’m afraid I can’t remember much,” he said apologetically.  He would have to think on it.  “It would certainly be a shame to forget a beautiful lady such as yourself,” he added, hoping she wouldn’t take offense to his lapse in memory. 

"It would surprise me if you did remember, it was so long ago and I was quite different back then.  Seems both me and my sister were late bloomers, as one would say," Lydia huffed a laugh, deeply hoping he was the one she'd been looking for.  "But thank you, you are very sweet." 

Nats bowed to her as the song came to a close. “I’m afraid I haven’t properly introduced myself,” he exclaimed, suddenly realizing that he knew Lydia’s name, but she didn’t know his.  “My name is Nathaniel Young, not to be confused with my twin, Nathan.” 

Lydia couldn't help her sudden bout of laughter, quickly clapping her hands over her mouth.  She didn't want to be rude, but it was impossible not to have a reaction.  "I’m sorry, my apologies, I am not laughing at you, I swear!" she giggled.

Nats’ expression twisted slightly. “Yeah, yeah, there was a bit of a misunderstandin’ when we were born y’see.  My mum fancied the name and so named me, but my father had already provided th’same name for my brother, bein’ none th’wiser,” he groaned, though Lydia’s laughter was infectious.  

"I am so sorry," Lydia took a deep breath to regain her composure.  For once she wasn't intentionally trying to scare a man away.  "I do like your names, if that's any consolation." 

“I’m used to it,” Nats shrugged.  “If it’s any consolation, you have a very lovely laugh.”  He grinned.  “Usually my friends call me Nats and him Nate.” 

"Very well, should not be hard to tell the two of you apart, seeing as your brother is much more aggressive in his advances."  Lydia glanced at her friend and the other twin, seemingly arguing.  "Win is one of the most important people in my life, if anything bad were to happen between them I'm afraid your brother and I would have a problem." 

“Ah… yes, I’m afraid my twin has no intention of finding a wife, but my elder brother and I wager he’ll one day find his match.  Perhaps your friend might just be th’one that changes his mind,” Nats said, craning his head to watch, hoping Nathan wouldn’t ruin his chances with Miss Bellamy if things went sour with her friend. 

"That is enough!  Excuse me, Mr. Young," Lydia made her way to where Win and Nate were having a discussion.

"Pardon me, miss, but I believe you must have lost your way, a beautiful angel like yourself walking amongst us mere mortals–?" Nate approached Win without a hint of hesitation and she turned to him, her brows rising as she looked him up and down. 

"An angel, you say?  More like a fallen angel if you ask my family," she scoffed. 

Oh, a complicated woman, family troubles... his bread and butter.  "Anyone who says such a thing clearly does not know what they are talking about, Miss...?" 

Win rolled her eyes, watching him carefully.  "Winrey, Winrey Lewis.  And you are...?" she asked, tilting her head at him. 

"Nathan Young," he answered, gently kissing the back of her hand while discreetly looking down at her cleavage.  "Should you give me the honor to share this dance with me?" 

Win hummed, deliberating, as if making up her mind.  "Alright, Mister Young, I suppose I shall give you the honour of my company," she said, a tiny smirk playing at her painted lips as she took his hand. 

"I certainly am the luckiest man here…" Nate bowed his head, leading her to the dance floor.  As much as he hadn’t planned on wasting the entire night on one lady... Winrey was so intriguing, it only made him want to know more about her. 

Win snorted softly, though her breath hitched when he pulled her in close, the sharp scent of his cologne making her head swim.  “Tell me, Mr Young, is that what you tell every young lady you dance with?  Or am I special?” 

"Is that the idea you have of me?  My heart breaks at the thought," Nate pouted, running the back of his hand along her jaw.  "You are indeed special, Miss Lewis." 

“And you are a rake, if ever I’ve seen one,” Win replied, cursing her voice for how breathy it’d become at his touch.

"Me? I assure you, I am nothin’ if not a gentleman.  I can guarantee you do not need to worry.  I would never attempt anything improper, Miss Lewis," Nate whispered a little too close to her ear. 

“Oh really?” Win drawled, her heart pounding in her ears.  “I’m sure once you leave my side, you’ll be on the prowl for the next young lady you certainly wouldn’t dream of compromising.”  The song came to an end and she barely curtsied though her heart pounded loud in her ear.

That was usually how it went.  Thankfully, he was never caught and forced into marriage, but Nathan knew there was nothing that made a lady want him more than not touching her at first.  "You don't see my affections as genuine?" 

“Not in the slightest,” Win countered, raising her chin to look him in the eye.  “I’ve met several men like you, Mr. Young.  I am familiar with your sort.” 

"I believe you, you are not an impressionable debutante... how old are you?  Five and twenty?" Nate asked with the only intention to rile her up. 

“Five and—!” Win gasped, falling right into his trap.  “I’ll have you know I’m only one and twenty!” she cried, smacking his shoulder with her fan.

"Are you a spinster by choice or do men just find you unpleasant due to your temper?" Nate laughed, knowing anger was way better than indifference.  If she had strong feelings, he had a chance. 

"Excuse you?  Who do you think you are, Nate?"  Lydia approached him defiantly. 

"Oh no... my sister, not again!" Blossom winced, watching the scene enfold across the room.

"Shit," Nats hissed, quickly following Lydia.  

"Maybe it's because of men like you that I haven't wed yet!" Win exclaimed. "You are so... so entitled!" 

"Uh, if you'll excuse me, Miss Blossom, I need to defuse this situation," Sean exclaimed, wading through the crowd toward the others.

"Yes, of course... Papa!  Simon!  She's doing it again!" Blossom cried.

"I've been nothing but respectful, but you doubt my intentions and call me a-a rake," Nate feigned offense and turned to Lydia.  "This doesn't concern you, miss.  Unless, are you secretly in love with Miss Lewis?" he whispered teasingly. 

"Oh, you are vile!  How could you share your brother's features and make them look so despicable?" Lydia gasped. 

"Nate, what are you doing?" Nats hissed as Sean joined them. 

"Brother, you're making a scene," Sean murmured under his breath.

"I am?  She is the one who started screaming at me!" Nate gestured to Lydia. 

"Because you disrespect my dearest friend!  Hear that, Whistledown? I did not start the scene this time!" 

"Let us breathe and collect ourselves, there's no need for theatrics," Lord Bellamy said, taking his oldest daughter’s arm. 

"I'm sure we will all laugh at this misunderstanding soon enough," Simon mumbled.

"Obviously you did something to rile the young lady," Sean hissed to his brother, glancing at Win. 

"Oh, the young lady is not riled," she replied, smoothing her expression with effort. "For there is nothing about the gentleman that is worth being riled about," she scoffed.  "Good night gentlemen," she added, bowing her head to Sean before directing a sharp glare at Nathan and turning on her heel.

"Win!  Wait!"  Lydia went after her despite wanting nothing more than to stay and talk to Nats all evening.  All she could hope for was that he would decide to call on her the next morning. 

"Simon, I feel faint," Blossom exclaimed, taking her brother's arm.  That whole scene along with Sean's mysterious wrongdoing made her head spin. 

"Would you like to go home?" he asked. 

"Oh, but Lord Young..." she murmured, torn.

"Lord Bellamy, Miss Blossom, I apologize for my younger brother's actions this night, I hope you might forgive the intrusion," Sean murmured, bowing his head to Blossom and her father. 

"Of course, my Lord," Blossom nodded. "I apologize for my sister as well, she is known to... pick fights, especially with men." 

"They usually deserve it," Lord Bellamy added quietly. 

"She is a credit to you, sir," Sean chuckled, though his gaze flicked to Blossom as he grinned. 

"I hope this misunderstanding doesn't get in the way of our... conversation," Blossom murmured.   

"On my part it doesn't," Sean murmured, kissing the back of her gloved hand. 

Blossom simply smiled, she suddenly felt so embarrassed having her brother and father watching them.

"Oh, great!" Nathaniel hissed sarcastically.  "Thank you so much brother," he grumbled, watching Lydia chase after Win.

"What did I do?  I was dancin' with Miss Lewis and she kept sayin' those things... she-she vexed me!" Nathan huffed stubbornly.  "And why should you care?"

"You were bein' you!" Nats groaned.  "She obviously could tell your intentions were less than noble and now you've chased off her friend as well, and just when we were—" he cut off angrily and strode away for a drink. 

"Oh, please, brother!  As if her friend, the first woman you set your eyes upon in London, is the woman you're going to marry!  I did you a favour, she is much too feisty."

"Maybe I like that about her," Nats countered quietly.  "I am bored of all the demure young ladies that simper and prance about.  I know you are."

"I do not mind how a lady behaves as long as her skirt is light and allows me under it," Nate smirked.  "I believe Miss Lewis fancies me." 

"And what makes you think that?" Nats frowned. 

"The way her breathing changes when I get closer, the way her pupils grow when she's lookin' at me..." Nate mused, leaning against the wall. 

"Oh, I know that tone," Nats groaned.  "Don't tell me you're goin' t'continue t'chase her?" 

"Why shouldn't I?  You know the ones who are hard to get are my favourites," Nate murmured,  picking up another glass.

"I suppose it's no use trying to discourage you.  Just... try not to make all of us look bad.  Some of us are just trying to find a match," Nats sighed, taking another glass of his own.

"I am glad you know me so well," Nate grinned.  "Not to worry, I believe I can only make you look better by comparison."

"You didn't have to follow me, you know," Win murmured as she stepped out onto the terrace, Lydia at her heel.  "I didn't mean to take you from your own conversation."

"You are my best friend, Winnie, no one is more important," Lydia wrapped her arms around Win.  "I am so sorry, that simple bastard had no idea what he was talking about."

"I think I'm more mad at myself," Win muttered, leaning into Lydia's embrace, "for nearly falling for his empty charms."

"His empty charms come wrapped up in the most handsome face, who could blame you?" Lydia sighed.  "It pains me to see you like this, his brother seems to be genuinely sweet."

"They are both quite handsome, are they not?" Win murmured. "So, you fancy his twin, then?"

"They are, and I do... I think I do," Lydia shook her head.  "He reminds me of the young man I told you about."

Win's expression changed, brightening. "Maybe it is him!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe... or maybe it was his villain of a brother, Mister Young cannot remember much," Lydia frowned.  "I can't stand to think about it," she groaned.

Win tsked and shook her head.  "Perhaps, but I doubt it.  Unless he's changed drastically since then.  But let's not think of it any longer tonight," she murmured, giving her friend's hand a squeeze. 

"Winrey?  Oh, there you are," Lady Karen exclaimed, stepping onto the terrace.  "I should have known I'd find you here," she muttered bitterly, "sequestered away with your friend instead of on the dance floor, searching for a husband.  No matter," she continued, looking down her nose at Lydia, "we are heading home.  Delilah's already filled her dance card."

"Really?" Lydia turned without letting go of her friend.  "It is not late enough and I don't believe there was enough alcohol served for Delilah to start looking more pleasant.  Be careful, you know what people say of ladies who dance around with too many different partners."

“Watch your tongue, my dear,” Lady Karen snapped, reaching for Win’s wrist.  “At least she has prospects.  Now, come.” 

“I am sorry, Lyds.  I’ll see you tomorrow,” Win murmured, wrenched away by her step mama.

"She certainly learned the art of fortune-hunting from her mama!" Lydia waved Win goodbye.  "See you tomorrow, Winnie." 

"Dear, your sister isn't feeling well, we are going home," Lord Bellamy called, waving toward Lydia to catch her attention.  "You better rest as well, replenish your energies after all the banter."

As Win walked out, joined by her step sister, she couldn’t help but let her gaze sweep the hall, wincing as her eyes met Nathan Young’s.  “Prat,” she muttered under her breath, though her stomach fluttered traitorously. 

As Lydia joined her family, Nats half raised his hand to her, waving at her as they left.  If only he’d been able to continue their conversation.

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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]

Fine by dusk

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Smut, Angst, A/busive Relationships, veteran Bellamy working construction, Nurse Clarke;

Words: 15,415

Bellamy and his contruction crew are hired to fix the Griffin manor's back porch and garden. Clarke's stuck in an abusive marriage with Finn who's dream is to have the perfect family life so he could rise through the ranks, become mayor, then perhaps even senator and he doesn't care what he has to do to get it. Meanwhile Clarke feel sad and uncertain of what is even happening to her anymore. That is until she lays eyes on Bellamy Blake.

Bellarke Christmas exchange, written for @dark-scape

"I love it." she admitted "Used to want to go to art school."

"Why didn't you?" she shrugged and looked down at their hands that were so close to each other that all she wanted to do was take his fingers in hers and never let go of them.

"I don't know...mom wanted me to go to medschool and I did grow to love being a nurse."

"But your true passion is drawing?" she hummed and he picked up her chin with his hand, putting their faces really close to each other again. "You should keep up with it."

"I only started drawing again recently." she didn't tell him it had all to do with him but judging by the cocky smile he got on his face, he read right through her.

"Oh yeah? Was there any reason why?"

"I got inspired again." she admitted and decided to tease him as she pushed closer and now their noses touched while her hand reached over to his middle where she put the stethoscope earlier. He reached to put his beer aside and take his leg off the table too, coming in even closer to her. Two could play this game and she was intent to show him that.

"By what?" he asked and she smiled as she snuck her hand under his shirt for a brief moment and grazing his ribs with her nails. His stomach jumped, so did his dick in his pants that were getting really thight for him.

"I have no idea." she said innocently as she pulled away and made his breath hitch again. "What about you? Any passions?" she picked up the plates from the table and went to the sink where she threw away whatever was left in them and turned the water on. Bellamy wasn't stupid-he understood the signs clearly, she wanted this as much as he did and they were simply fooling around right now, playing their game.

He got on his feet and limped to the counter where he leaned on it from behind and trapped her so that she couldn't move. He leaned into her ear and whispered.

"War. I've always been good at it." he admitted. Her breath hitched and she dropped the plate she was holding as the water kept beating on it. When he pushed a bit harder from behind her, rubbing his half-hard dick against her butt, she gasped and he reached to tuck a strand of hair fallen on her cheek, behind her ear. "That and...history. Writing. I like that."

"So you're a writer?"

"Used to be. Overtime I just got better at holding a rifle as I said. Some people may find it to be fucked up but..." he let his hand fall to her side and he quickly snuck it under her arm, so he'd be able to cup her breasto over her thin shirt and make her move on her toes and press hard against his body.

"It isn't." she looked back at him and he smiled at her as he looked down on her. With his good hand he reached out and turned the tap off, then he placed it on her lower stomach, close to her crotch and pushed her harder against his body, rubbing his dick up and down her crack a little without breaking eye-contact with her. "Maybe you should pick it up again." she offered, gasping for it. Her hand flew to his wrist, desperate to hold onto something and he just smiled devilishly again. She hadn't felt that hot and aroused in...maybe ever, she was already pathetically dripping in her panties, so bad, she just wanted to touch herself and his cock pressing against the crack of her ass made it worse despite the fact that it was all happening with their clothes on.

"I don't know...I found a new hobby lately. I think you and I share it." he whispered as his other hand worked to find her nipple and pinch it between his fingers while his other hand went lower to cup her crotch through her jeans. She wasn't sure if he could feel the wetness there already but his eyes widened a little which meant he probably could.

"What's that?"

"Undressing at the window every night and making me go crazy about you." he whispered before he finally leaned down and kissed her.

Clarke lost any ground she had and almost collapsed in his arms-this felt like nothing she's ever done. His lips were so soft against hers and his tongue didn't just move uncomfortably in her mouth, desperate to do something like Finn's did, no...he just kissed her slowly, wanted to become one with her and allowed her the chance to also take charge if she wanted, which she did.

[desired-love-]

need help finding a bellarke fanfic 😭😭😭

I read it about a year ago and it was so good. It was a slow burn AU where Bellamy stayed on Earth with Clarke once Praimfaya hit. It goes over their years together and how they raise Madi, but it’s a SLOW BURN they don’t get together until pretty late like after 5 years on earth together lol. So if anyone know it please let me know because the writing was phenomenal and the author did the characters justice while making them be happily ever after

edit: I do remember reading it on AO3

[alannacouture]

Oh, hey there! It’s another holiday & I’m apparently incapable of not writing a Bellarke fanfic on a holiday. So please come read my Bellarke St Patrick’s Day fanfic (& enjoy the moodboard that goes with it)! 💚🍀💚🍀💚

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45552754

[kizo2703]

...that means you should start writing ch.5 before posting chapter 4, right? 😜

Ok... ok.. I swear Chapter 3 of Home Again will but up by tonight! It turned out to be a monster of a chapter and I had to cut it down. On the plus side that means I have a lot of Chapter 4 already done. So there's that.

[cvldbones]

the courage of stars (chapter 12 of 13)

Day is bleeding into night, the sky softening into a molten navy. Clarke stands a few paces away from the tents, watching the clouds traipse across the mountaintop, the early signs of stars beginning to speckle the fabric of the evening. Rationally, she knows she should be panicking. She should be rallying her troops, confirming Raven and Wick have the bombs ready to disarm the mountain’s power, making sure her guns are loaded and oiled.

Instead, she is encompassed by an overwhelming calm. The acid fog has been destroyed; her people on the inside have been given their orders. They haven’t been able to speak with Bellamy since his confirmed disarmament of the acid fog, but she knows he will be ready.

It’s the only option.

They are making their move at eight o’clock. The shadows of evening will hide them as best as possible, ensuring the inhabitants of Mount Weather don’t anticipate them any earlier than they wish. Guard change should be happening at the same time, so they hope the ensuing chaos will allow for easy entry.

Should. Hope. There is still so much uncertainty around the edges, but Clarke knows they have planned as much as they can.

All that’s left to do is act.