#AU bellamy fanfic

[angelicqsa]

༊*˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 𝖶𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖦𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 | 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖺𝗍𝗍��𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗒 𝗀𝖾��𝗌 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]

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.

[super-unpredictable98]

Garota de Outro Momento | Garota do Momento AU

Capítulo 1: Só de Ida

Contagem de palavras: 2k

Aviso: Linguagem

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

[Masterlist]

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

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

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

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

"Não quero perder você como amigo."

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

"Então fica comigo! Não precisa ser assim…"

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

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

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

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

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

"Então é isso? Um adeus?"

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

"Eu vou achar essa outra vida."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Carioca? Rio de Janeiro?"

**

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

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

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

"Quem é o broto?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Você viu que estouro?" Beto sorriu.

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

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

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

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

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

"Estou começando a achar que sim."

**

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

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

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

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

"Nada… eu estava pensando alto."

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

"Pode."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Claro, Dona Iolanda sempre arruma espaço."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Libras? Libras assim da Inglaterra?"

"Sim. Acabo de chegar de lá."

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

[woodandwaxwings]

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

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

[reinarandraw]

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

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

[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

[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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[itsonlybaby]

feel free to request any of these!

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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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[dakotaawolven]

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

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

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

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

Or start from Chapter 1!

[bellamyblake]

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

(moodboard by @star-sky-earth​​​​):

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dear God, those poor babies.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He smiles and pulls her closer to his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bellamy smiles again and keeps on walking.

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

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

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

“The rest?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Batman?”

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

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

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

“Come on now-”

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

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

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

“Clarke, come on, that’s not true.”

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

“Clarke-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

[super-unpredictable98]

Garota de Outro Momento | Garota do Momento AU

Capítulo 2: Balancê Balancê

Contagem de palavras: 3k

Aviso: Linguagem

Pairing: Beto x OC

[Masterlist]

Depois de conhecer as outras moradoras da pensão, Lydia se acomodou no seu quarto. Ela precisava pensar no que faria com a sua vida, ela precisava arrumar um emprego ou talvez voltar para Inglaterra e tentar arrumar trabalho por lá, quem sabe seus avós acreditariam na sua história e deixariam ela ficar com eles? Bem improvável…

"Boneca, você vem pro baile do Clube Gente Fina? Acho que você precisa de um descanso, parece tão nervosa," Glorinha bateu na porta entreaberta. "Todos aqui vão, até Beatriz está pegando uma fantasia minha emprestada."

"Clube Gente Fina? O que é isso?"

"É um clube fundado por um grupo de amigos negros, mas todos são bem vindos. Lá eles promovem eventos culturais, festas, aulas… eu trabalho organizando eventos lá enquanto não consigo abrir meu próprio salão."

"Ai, Glorinha, não sei. Não sei se estou no clima pra festa, sabe? Acabei de chegar e ainda por cima no lugar errado."

"Me conta isso, como foi que veio parar aqui? E não me venha com essa de você não acreditaria."

"Se quer mesmo saber…" Lydia murmurou. "Eu vim do futuro. Eu não sou daqui, eu comprei uma viagem no tempo, vim do ano de 2019."

"Tinha razão, não acredito," Glorinha riu.

"Nossa, mas isso parece a história do H.G. Wells, do livro A Máquina do Tempo,” Beatriz, vizinha de quarto delas, parou ao lado da amiga. Ela não pôde deixar de escutar a conversa enquanto passava.

"Eu não te culpo por não acreditar, mas sabe o que é isso?" Lydia tirou o seu celular da mala. "Não tem sinal já que isso nem foi inventado, mas dá pra ver o que tem dentro."

"Uma… telinha pequenininha?" Beatriz olhou o celular intrigada.

"E tem uma foto, quem é esse moço?" Glorinha viu a foto de Nathan no plano de fundo. "Parece uma mini TV."

"É como se fosse, se chama celular. É um telefone, mas eu posso levar pra onde quiser. Além disso tira foto, filma vídeos, acessa Internet… a Internet é como se fosse uma biblioteca infinita de informações dentro dos aparelhos como celulares e computadores," Lydia pegou o Laptop na mão.

"Meu Deus! Mas você só pode estar de pilhéria!" Glorinha sussurrou enquanto Beatriz examinava o aparelho fascinada.

"Isso faz de tudo, é calculadora, lanterna, dá a previsão do tempo, pode ler as notícias quando tem sinal, faz gravações de voz, dá pra fazer compras, mandar mensagens pra outras pessoas, ouvir música, assistir vídeos, é relógio, despertador, tradutor, tem joguinhos…"

"E tudo isso nessa coisinha?" Beatriz sorriu maravilhada. "Como pode isso? Mostra, mostra como funciona!"

Lydia mostrou algumas das funções que estavam disponíveis no celular e até tirou uma selfie para demonstrar a capacidade do aparelho.

"Você tira a foto e já está aí! Não precisa nem revelar!" Glorinha encostou na tela e riu. "Olha, ou a Inglaterra está muito mais avançada que nós, ou você é mesmo do futuro! Conta como é! Como são as coisas?"

"Não sei se posso falar muito disso," Lydia sentou-se na cama, não querendo causar uma comoção.

"É… se você contar muita coisa pode ser que o futuro se altere, não seja mais o mesmo. Mas conta alguma coisinha, por favor!" Beatriz se ajoelhou em frente a cama.

"Um… pessoas gays, como vocês chamam? Invertidos. Os invertidos podem se casar em vários países do mundo. Os Estados Unidos teve um presidente negro-"

"Um presidente negro? Mas que estouro!" Glorinha bateu palmas enquanto pulava de animação. "Então o racismo não existe mais no futuro?"

"Bem, existe. Acho que sempre vai existir, mas muito mais gente luta contra isso. Não vou dizer que as coisas estão ótimas, mas melhoraram sim para as minorias, graças ao trabalho que começa agora."

"Boas notícias pelo menos," Beatriz parecia feliz de saber que apesar de tudo, o mundo evoluía.

"Mas me diz um negócio… você não respondeu. Quem é o moço da foto?" Glorinha apontou pro celular.

Lydia caiu deitada na cama com um gemido de desaprovação. Ela não queria nem pensar no assunto, quanto mais falar sobre isso, mas não poderia fugir disso para sempre.

"Esse é o Nathan. Ele era meu melhor amigo e eu me apaixonei por ele lá em 2019. Só que ele já era casado, então o meu plano era voltar para dez anos antes e conquistar o coração dele antes da esposa. Só que eu fiz tudo errado e acabei vindo parar aqui, não tem jeito de voltar então… estou presa nessa época."

"Meu Deus," Beatriz se entristeceu, sabendo bem como era essa sensação de solidão e desamparo. "Se você veio de 2019, deve ter nascido quando? No fim dos anos 90?"

Lydia assentiu e Glorinha segurou as mãos dela, tentando confortá-la.

"Nem teus pais devem ser nascidos ainda pelo jeito… mas olha, você não está sozinha, minha amiga. Se você não tem família agora, nós vamos ser a sua família, certo, Beatriz?"

"Certo," ela concordou. "Família é aquela que nos escolhe, mas também é a que nós escolhemos."

"Obrigada, meninas, realmente vou precisar de todo o apoio que puder. Olha pra mim, ninguém vai me levar a sério desse jeito. Preciso de roupas novas, emprego…"

"Isso se arruma, Branca de Neve," Glorinha acariciou os cabelos coloridos da amiga. "Mas vamos pensar nisso amanhã, hoje você precisa de uma fantasia bem alinhada, vamos ao baile do Gente Fina. E nem diga que não está com cabeça, vai ser um chuá!"

Lydia suspirou, realmente não tinha o que ser feito, não adiantava se desesperar. Essa é a vida dela agora, então por que não aproveitar?

"Muito que bem, vou me arrumar. Tenho uma fantasia que trouxe pra uma festa que aconteceria em 2009, deve servir."

Dentro da mala, estava uma peruca longa e preta junto a um bodysuit e capa, sua fantasia de Shazam que havia usado na última MCM. Ela colocou a fantasia, a peruca e passou uma maquiagem (ou maquilagem, como diziam) básica com delineado gatinho e batom vermelho.

"Minha nossa!" Beatriz deu uma risada incrédula quando viu Lydia descer as escadas. "Você está…"

"Fantástica!" Ana Maria completou. "Que fantasia mais incrível! Só pode ser importada mesmo de Londres."

"Eu mesma que fiz, Ana," Lydia sorriu. "Posso fazer uma que goste pra você também."

"Contanto que não seja indecente e não custe caro," Iolanda interveio na conversa. "Vamos lá que o táxi já está na porta."

**

Lá no Clube Gente Fina, Beto estava conversando com Ulisses enquanto bebiam uma cerveja.

"Terminei com a Bia," Beto disse. "Muito mimada, esnobe, infantil…"

"Ela só tem 17 anos," Ulisses deu de ombros. "Você não acha que está exigindo maturidade que ela pode não ter?"

"A Bia se acha melhor que as outras pessoas, cansei! Nunca lhe prometi casamento, mas vou falar com a dona Clarice e o doutor Juliano depois. Só sei que hoje, meu amigo, hoje não vai ter choro nem vela, hoje é carnaval! Agora quero seguir em frente, quero abrir meu coração pras surpresas que a vida vai me trazer."

"Como o broto de cabelo colorido?" Ulisses riu. "Ficou de cabeça virada desde que a viu. Só falta pregar aquela foto que tirou dela em cima da cama."

"Ah mas aquela inglesinha…" Beto soltou um assobio baixo. "É linda demais."

"Acho que ela tem vocação pra Caipora, foi só assobiar que ela apareceu," Ulisses chacoalhou o amigo para que olhasse na direção da entrada.

Lydia, agora de cabelos negros, usava um traje vermelho bem colado com um raio amarelo no peito, capa e botas brancas. Se destacava em comparação com as outras fantasias que as mulheres usavam.

O coração de Beto parou por um momento. Ela estava ainda mais linda do que ele se lembrava. E aquela roupa era mais que um estouro, todos os olhares foram atraídos para ela quase como se ela fosse magnética.

"Bloody hell.." Lydia murmurou quando avistou o rapaz.

"O que foi?" Glorinha perguntou.

"Aquele homem, o loirinho com as sardas, encontrei ele mais cedo. Foi a primeira pessoa que me estendeu a mão aqui no Rio."

"Está com o Ulisses, vamos, vou apresentar vocês como se deve."

Antes que ela pudesse, Beto se aproximou das moças, tirando o chapéu e ajeitando a camisa polo.

"Oi," ele sorriu. "Que coincidência a gente se encontrar de novo hoje. Como ficou sua mão?"

"Ah, tá nova em folha, não é a primeira vez que tenho que derrubar algum malandro que queria tirar vantagem," Lydia riu. Ela não queria, mas toda vez que olhava para o rapaz, seu coração acelerava, as borboletas se agitavam no estômago… não dá, esse não é o Nathan. Se bem que Nathan não nasceria por uns trinta anos.

"Ainda bem que escapei da sua fúria."

"Ai desculpa, eu estava muito nervosa."

"Não, tudo bem. Você foi embora toda apressada, nem conseguimos conversar direito. Eu sou Roberto, mas pode me chamar de Beto."

"Eu sou…" ela quase se esqueceu do próprio nome perdida nos olhos dele. "Lydia. Meus amigos me chamam de Lyds ou Lyddie."

"Lydia?" Beto arregalou os olhos e deu um passo pra trás. O garoto que já era bem branquinho ficou completamente pálido.

"Sim…" ela franziu o cenho sem entender a sua reação.

"M-mas é Lydia com D?"

"Sim, L-Y-D-I-A. Meu primeiro nome é Blossom na verdade, Lydia é o nome do meio, mas não gosto do meu primeiro nome então uso esse."

"Nossa que pena, Blossom é tão lindo," ele pigarreou desconfortável, pelo menos era Lydia com D. "Mas entendo, Lyddie."

Ele se recompôs após o assombro e beijou as costas da mão dela delicadamente.

"Oh, boneca, como vocês se conheceram?" Glorinha perguntou.

"Nos encontramos mais cedo no bloco de carnaval," Lydia tentou se segurar pra não sorrir muito e parecer encantada. "Ele veio me ajudar quando aqueles homens vieram pra cima de mim."

"Já te vi por aqui com o Ulisses," Glorinha se sentou em uma das cadeiras dobráveis de madeira no salão. "E falando no diabo…"

"Olha só quem está aqui, Glória Regina," Ulisses apoiou-se em uma das cadeiras também. "E a pequena que quase meteu um soco no meu amigo."

"A pequena acabou de se mudar da Inglaterra e está na pensão onde eu moro. Se algum de vocês estiver pensando em se meter a besta com ela, saibam que vão comprar briga com a pessoa errada."

"Isso mesmo," Beatriz acrescentou, chegando com duas garrafas de água. "Agora somos irmãs de outra mãe."

"Não se preocupem, nunca nem imaginaria fazer algum mal a… um… ela," Beto ainda tinha certa dificuldade de falar seu nome, mas não queria que isso arruinasse suas chances com uma moça tão linda. "Quer dançar?"

"Quero," Lydia pegou a mão dele e os dois foram para a pista.

Glorinha observou, mas ainda com uma certa ressalva, como tinha com todos os homens.

"Relaxa, o Beto é trabalhador, honesto, respeitador. É o que uma boa moça chamaria de um bom partido, acabou de ficar solteiro," Ulisses tentou acalmá-la

"Conheço Lydia há pouco tempo e sei que ela não pode sofrer por amor agora, já tem muita coisa pra se preocupar."

"O nome dela é Lydia?" Ele soltou um riso. "É bem parecido com o nome da mãe dele, não é a melhor primeira impressão."

**

Enquanto dançavam de rosto colado, Beto sussurrava a letra da marchinha no ouvido de Lydia.

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

Ele queria mais do que qualquer coisa lhe roubar um beijo, mas era respeitador, como Ulisses havia dito, nunca faria isso sem saber com certeza que ela também queria um beijo.

"Queria te conhecer melhor, vamos conversar lá fora? Aqui está muito barulho," ele disse ao pé do ouvido dela.

"Vamos," ela aceitou apesar daquele embrulho no estômago que era a sensação de estar traindo o Nathan.

Mal sabiam eles, que enquanto iam para a varanda, Bia, acompanhada de sua mãe, tinha deixado de ir ao Gala do Municipal e agora procurava seu ex-namorado pelo salão do clube para fazer as pazes.

"Vejo que os cabelos coloridos estão escondidos," Beto comentou. "Nunca havia visto alguém com seu cabelo."

"De onde eu venho é bem comum," Lydia murmurou. "Mas confesso que essa peruca é bem desconfortável, ainda mais nesse calor."

"Sua fantasia também é fantástica, você parece… parece saída de um filme, não sei. Como se fosse diferente de todo mundo, soubesse de algo que nós não sabemos. De onde você vem mesmo? Inglaterra?"

"Sim, eu sou de Wertham, fica em Londres," ela explicou, não querendo dar muitos detalhes. "Mas e você? Frequenta o clube sempre?"

"Sempre, Ulisses me trouxe quando eu era menino. Os pais dele ajudaram a fundar esse lugar. Sebastião e Vera trabalham lá em casa até hoje, ele é nosso motorista e ela é como uma governanta… mãezona, ela que ajudou a me criar."

"Você chama ela de mãezona? Sua mãe não tem ciúmes?"

"Minha mãe… bom, isso não é assunto pra dia de festa," ele evitou a pauta da forma mais delicada que conseguiu.

"Entendi," Lydia riu suavemente. "Então sem papo de mãe, me fala de você."

"Bom, eu sou fotojornalista, trabalho num jornal pequeno cobrindo todo tipo de notícia."

"Sério? Pelas suas roupas, eu poderia jurar que trabalharia em um lugar mais luxuoso. Não que esteja ostentando, mas sei que essa camisa não é barata."

"Não vou mentir… eu sou privilegiado, meu pai é dono de uma agência de publicidade."

"E você não trabalha lá por ser um rebelde que quer seguir seu próprio caminho, acertei?" Lydia cutucou o ombro dele. "Sei bem como é. Meus pais tem uma firma também, papai é arquiteto, mamãe é engenheira. Eu sou… música."

Beto mais uma vez ficou desconcertado, como se já não bastasse o nome dela trazer aquelas memórias, ela ainda por cima trabalha com música assim como sua mãe. Ele sabia que não podia culpar a moça por seus próprios traumas, mas aquelas coincidências eram no mínimo cruéis.

"Música? Então é cantora?" Ele perguntou.

"Também canto, mas componho, toco bateria, guitarra e violão, piano, eu me arrisco no baixo algumas vezes apesar de não ser muito boa…"

"Nossa! Quanto talento cabe numa pessoa só?" Ele sorriu aliviado. "Também toco violão e bateria."

"Que incrível! Beto, o próximo ícone do pop punk!"

"Pop punk? O que é punk?" Ele riu.

"Ah, nada não, coisa lá de casa."

"Falando em casa, você tem planos de voltar pra Inglaterra?"

"Não," Lydia se entristeceu. "Eu não teria nem pra onde voltar. Tudo que eu conheço, toda minha vida… não existe mais."

"Sua família, seus amigos? Não estão mais lá?" Beto perguntou.

"Não, mas isso não é assunto pra um dia de festa."

"Esses olhinhos tão tristes com um sorriso desses não combina," ele murmurou enquanto acariciava o rosto dela com a ponta dos dedos. "Quero ver esse sorriso chegar no seu olhar também."

Por um momento se fez silêncio, até a música dentro do clube parecia abafada para Lydia perto dos batimentos do seu próprio coração. Ela fechou os olhos lentamente e inclinou a cabeça esperando um beijo, mas ao invés disso ouviu um grito estridente:

"Beto? Mas o que significa isso?"

"Oi?" ela abriu os olhos e deu de cara com uma menina que não devia nem ter terminado o segundo grau ainda, vestida de Colombina.

"Oh my God… então foi por isso que você brigou comigo, Beto? Pra se enfiar nesse buraco e se esfregar com uma pobretona desfrutável?"

"Você tem namorada?" Lydia olhou para ele indignada. "Ainda por cima uma pirralha fedendo a leite ainda?"

"Não! Eu não tenho namorada!" Ele começou a se desesperar um pouco. "Bia, a gente terminou antes de eu vir pra cá."

"Uma discussão boba, porque eu queria que você fosse ao Gala do Municipal comigo e você queria me arrastar pra cá. Você fez isso pra quê? Pra me trair?" Bia cruzou os braços de forma petulante.

"Eu não estou te traindo, nós terminamos!" Beto insistiu.

"Acho melhor eu ir embora, já tenho preocupação demais pra me enfiar em drama dos outros," Lydia se manteve forte, não podia chorar na frente deles. Aquilo só podia ser castigo por ter pensado em ficar com alguém que não o Nathan.

"Não, Lydia! Por favor, deixa eu me explicar!" Beto pegou sua mão. “Namoramos só por seis meses depois que ela insistiu muito, nunca foi sério.”

"Olha… honestamente, se realmente terminou com essa fedelha, melhor deixar isso bem claro pra ela, porque parece que a menina não entendeu. Daí você me procura, tá bom? Aí eu penso se vou te dar papo ou se eu vou estar na Inglaterra."

"Quem está chamando de fedelha? Sua… galinha!" Bia estreitou os olhos ao encarar sua rival. "Hussy…"

"Hussy?" Lydia se virou, ela era bem mais alta e forte do que a garota, poderia facilmente acabar com ela, mas se segurou. "Is that an American accent I hear? You’re not better than me for speaking English. I know you Americans think you are God’s gift to the world, how pathetic. Who the fuck do you think you are? Dirty little brat! First you grow up, then you come talk to me, you stupid cunt!"

Bia ficou boquiaberta, nunca tinha visto alguém falar daquela forma, ainda mais uma moça. O xingamento nem era tão pesado para alguém do Reino Unido, mas nos Estados Unidos era uma das coisas mais baixas que alguém podia ser chamado.

"Viu o que ela falou pra mim, Beto? Ela me ofendeu! Essa palavra… é a pior palavra que alguém pode usar!" A menina só faltava chorar.

"Foi você que começou, Bia!" Beto foi correndo atrás da Lydia, mas parou quando viu o olhar da moça.

"Não chega perto de mim, se não eu vou te mostrar o que realmente é levar um soco. Acaba com essa palhaçada e talvez você tenha uma chance."

[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.

[bellamygifs]

Hey, everyone! I'm quite late this year (or early depending on the point of view, I guess) but it's finally here! I'm sorry I couldn't organize an event in 2024, I was planning to do so in December but unfortunately due to work and life, I had no time but here we are now! I hope you and Bellamy will forgive me for being so late but I still hope we can give out our love to this character, who I know a lot of us still carry in our hearts!

As usually, prompts are open to not just gifs but also headcanons, fanfics, edits, moodboards, meta and anything you feel like creating! After all, the whole point of this is to celebrate our boy!

This event will run from Monday January 27th till Sunday February 2nd!

Bellamy Blake appreciation week 2025 (with an apollogetic look on 2024):

Day 1: Bellamy + home/family: here the idea is rather easy, it can be Bellamy plus what you believed was his home for him or what an ideal one would've been, it can be an AU or a gif/edit from the show that you believed represented his home and family best!

Day 2: Bellamy + Octavia/ Favorite sibling scene: Octavia's an important part of Bellamy's life, one that's controversial and either loved or hated by many of people in the fandom but still the truth remains that at their core they loved each other! Find a favorite scene or dialogue that you believed best described who they were to each other or simple a scene that you enjoyed!

Day 3: Bellamy + favorite outfit: this could be again anything-the blue or the tan shirt, the jacket, pre-ground Bellamy, janitor!Bellamy, desciple!Bellamy looking great in white! Bellamy on the ring! Anything to appreciate our boy's looks!

Day 4: Bellamy + trauma: of course Bellamy has been through a lot and I feel a bit guilty picking that subject up but I think it's important that somebody talked about that boy's feelings (since he himself isn't!). This can be a scene that you thought broke him, a scene where he shows his pain or a scene where he's mentally punishing himself! In other words, it can also be your favorite sad scene!

Day 5: Bellamy + mythology/nerd moment: this is basically celebrating our cute nerdy boy! It can be any scene where our book mythology loving nerd Bell shows his knowledge on ancient greek characters or anything that you love when it comes to this side of his character!

Day 6: Bellamy + poem: this is a bit of a challenge but here I'd like us to try and find the poem that we think best describes Bell; In simple words it can be Bellamy + favorite quote or lyrics, basically whatever you feel like! A poem can also be understood as his poetic take on life and what he thought was his poem on the show (another character or a particular event!) Basically you can run wild and free!

Day 7: Free choice: as usually this can be anything. AU gif or edit, favorite moment, favorite dynamic with other characters, a celebration post about our boy! Whatever comes to mind!

You can tag your creations with #bbaw25 or #bellamyblakeappreciation2025 so we can reblog them!

[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