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moonlight0934 · 2 months ago

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Again

Bellamy quietly paces around camp. It’s quiet, though it is the dead of night, and the only people still awake are the ones on night shift. No matter how long he laid in bed, he couldn’t seem to fall asleep, wondering when the Grounders were going to attack again. When his people were going to start dying again, and when he was going to fail to protect them again. When new memories are going to join the ones that circle around and around in his head. Lifeless bodies, blank faces, and terrified survivors.

Eventually one of the night shift guards notice him. He can’t really tell which one it is, but he just waves them off. Whoever it is turns back around, so he keeps walking circles around the dropship. His mind runs faster than his feet no matter how much he tries to force the thoughts out of his head. Eventually a hand lands on his shoulder, and he jumps. Clarke is looking at him with concern filled eyes.

“Bellamy, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Princess.”

“You don’t look fine. Come on, just come back to the dropship with me. We can talk about it.”

Bellamy shakes his head.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“You are going to drop from exhaustion if you keep this up. This is the third night you’ve done this in twice as many days.”

Bellamy sighs.

“Clarke, can you just leave me alone?”

Clarke sighs too.

“Fine, I’ll leave you be, but try to get some sleep tonight. If not, I’m going to get your sister involved.”

“Yeah, and she’d tell me to just die already, so best of luck on that.”

“You two are so complicated,” Clarke mutters as she walks back towards the dropship.

Bellamy looks back to the night shift, realizing that who he made eye contact with earlier was Harper.

I bet she ratted me out to Clarke. Jeez, those two don’t know how to mind their own business.

The next day started just like normal, a lot of supervising teenagers with zero work ethic. It’s exhausting, and Bellamy only got an hour of sleep. So, he’s running on fumes by the time dinner rolls around.

At least maybe I’ll be able to sleep without seeing their faces. The kids that I was responsible for. The kids that were sent down here to die, and they did, because of me.

Octavia sits down beside him, not looking at him.

“Clarke told me that you haven’t been sleeping. I didn’t want to come over here, but she bullied me. I figured I’d sit over here for a while to make her think that we talked.”

“Ok.”

He doesn’t say anything else, just continues staring off into space while his head is in a different place.

Octavia stares at him for a minute before saying, “Wow, she wasn’t kidding. You really are being spacey today, Bell.”

“Do you want to talk, or just pretend?” Bellamy snaps, and Octavia immediately recoils.

“I was just saying. You look really off. I can see why she was worried.”

She stands up, marching over to Jasper and Monty. Bellamy puts his head in his knees, feeling like he should feel guilty though he doesn’t. He can see Clarke watching him from a few feet away where she’s eating her dinner. He ignores her, and puts his head back into his knees. No one bothers him for the rest of dinner. Once dinner is over, he heads to his tent to get some sleep. Someone follows him, but he shoos them away without even paying attention to who it is. He falls asleep as soon as his head hits his jacket.

Bellamy is walking through the forest, though it’s not a part that he recognizes. He’s alone at first. Then someone calls his name from the right. He looks over, moving far slower than he normally would though he can’t seem to think of why.

That’s when he sees it, bodies. There are bodies strewn across the forest floor, blood soaking into the dirt and grass. Monty’s face is half gone, the other part melted by poison. The eye that’s left roams around, not focusing on anything, but obviously still alive. Jasper was spared such a horror with his guts strode from his body into the distance. Harper and Monroe were both pierced by the same arrow. It went through Monroe’s heart, and struck just a little lower on Harper. Both of their eyes stare into the sky unseeingly as if they were looking back home one more time. Maybe wondering what their parents were doing, maybe thinking about what they would have been doing if they hadn’t been forced away. Bellamy looks away when he sees Murphy whose right arm is completely gone.

That’s when he notices the blood all over his hands. It covers his clothes, his hair, and every inch of uncovered skin. It seeps underneath his nails, and makes him gag. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to force the horror scene out of his mind, but then someone touches his face. Their hand is cold even though they have to be alive to reach out to him, he still struggles to force his eyes open. Clarke stands in front of him also covered in blood, the blood that as leaders they were supposed to be able to stop their people from shedding. Instead their lives were extinguished, and the reminders are practically burned into Bellamy and Clarke’s skin.

“We did it wrong this time. We didn’t save them,” she says, voicing the same things that he had just been thinking. “What were we thinking when we decided to take control?”

“I don’t even remember. I just wanted Octavia to be safe,” Bellamy whispers.

“She isn’t here. In fact, she helped. She helped them, not us. We let someone that did this into our midst. We let her stay,” Clarke whispers, moving ever closer to Bellamy.

“No, O wouldn’t do that. She’s just a child, but she knows that there’s no coming back from this.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. She’s not your baby sister anymore. She’s grown up, and she’s hurt people. There’s no denying that. Her loyalty belongs to Lincoln, not to us. She would let us die in a heartbeat. She even said that she blames you for all of it, everything. Your mom is dead, so you’re the only one left to blame. The only one left to take her anger out on. The one that she decided was her enemy.”

“Octavia doesn’t see me as an enemy. She’s still my sister, despite everything.”

“You’re right. No matter what she did or didn’t do, she’s still not to blame for this. We are, because we didn’t protect them. We just let them die.”

Bellamy looks down at his hands, his eyes glazing over.

“We did this?”

“Yes.”

Bellamy startles awake to see Jasper standing over him.

“What the hell?” he demands, scooting back.

“Sorry, man. I was just trying to wake you up since you didn’t show up for guard duty. Clarke is watching them while I was coming to get you.”

“Oh, right.”

Bellamy takes one last hard look at Jasper, who is still alive. He’s breathing, and ok, albeit a little traumatized. Bellamy pulls on his jacket as he walks out of the tent. Jasper follows behind him, giving him worried looks due to his hard expression. His eyes search out Monty, Monroe, Harper, and Murphy. Then last of all, he locks eyes with Clarke. She waves at him though she looks concerned too. Bellamy ignores all of that in favor of walking over.

“I’m here now so you can go.”

Clarke gives him a skeptical look, but nods.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

Bellamy nods harshly, his eyes still turned away. Despite knowing that it was just a dream, he can’t help but wonder how long it’ll take before it’s real.

#angstober #the 100 #prompt 1 #bellarke #heavy angst #writing challenge #writing prompts #writing #writerscommunity #writer #no. 1

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sometimesrosy · 2 years ago

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The 100 2023 rewatch 1.5

Twilight's Last Gleaming Liveblog

Oh my. I need to get ready. This is the episode that made me fall in love with this show. This show is tragedy after tragedy.

A delinquent can't catch a break.

Ok here we go.

Bleh. Post coital Flarke.

She's sweet and tender. He'a selfish ass. Oh no don't tell him you have feelings for him. "I wanted it to be you."

I should probably tell you that last night for me, wasn't really about you. Just wanted to have my first earth sex and you were around, passably cute. snickersnicker. Aren't you a fucking comedian.

Oh Jaha is telling abby that the oxygen is getting worse. Pulmonary toxicity. Prison section is on half air, and Jaha is giving her extra O2. And he's telling her that they're going to 'excise' 320 people.

And here's my baby Raven hitting atmosphere. "don't let me blow up." ooh. It looks like it's close.

More cute Flarke. And Clarke got a new shirt in the bunker. "We should share." And he's like oh we need it to keep a safe place. But he's looking at her like he's in loooove. "I wanted it to be you too," he whispers. While his girlfriend is burning up in the sky. Look Clarke see's her. Finn tells her to wish on a shooting star. And she's like what are you nuts? Nope not a shooting star.

Bellamy is in bed with two girls. I forgot about that. One of them REALLY looks like Clarke. B is stressed. He's like oh no I'm gonna get in trouble for murdering Jaha.

She is like oh maybe it's food packets. Finn is trying to delay her. That guy. Bellamy is also trying to delay people. That guy. Y'all are both shady. O is trying to push him because she doesn't know.

Uh oh. Little red headed Reese and her papa Tor Lemkin. She's gone blind in one eye. Ugh. He asks if they're going to fix it. Abby says I hope so. Abby is desperate for that radio contact from Raven. It's the only wya they can save these people. They let her out of jail to work medical because there are too many sick people.

Raven is knocked out in the pod. Clarke and Finn are back with the delinquents. Oh look Fox tattling on Bellamy. Oh look, Bellamy's snotty girlfriend. Hook up. Clarke 'should have known he'd go for that radio." Now she thinks she has to predict everything everyoone is going to do. O followed Bellamy. Calls him a selfish dick. and he tells her that he shot Jaha, and when they come down, he's dead. "someone came to me with a deal. Do this. Kill him. And they'd get me on the dropship."

The O and Bellamy conflict begins. "I didn't ask for any of this."

Kane is trying to make the culling look like an accident. Section 17. BTW that was Bellamy's section. Planning murder. Jaha approves. But Jaha has decided to be in section seventeen. He says Kane has a strength that is not weakened by sentiment. That is really mean.

Bellamy finds Raven, takes out a knife and.....

Rips the radio out. Closes door. Leaves Raven passed out. Throws radio in the river. Even as a bad guy he's not very bad. And he's getting less bad as each episode passes.

Raven. Clarke sees her. "Oh my god." "Hi. I made it?" You see that look they give each other? Yes. Princess mechanic all the way. Dump the floppy haired wonder. Y'all work well together.

Poor Clarkie when she watched Raven run up to Finn and kiss him. That is just not fair. What a jerk. Honestly. Poor Clarke she looks like her heart is broken. Man. And honestly Raven, please stop looking at him like that. HE doesn't deserve it. Although she probably ha a concussion.

Finn apologizes. Clarke doesn't wan to talk about it. He introduces them, and Raven tells her that Abby was the one to send her down. She tells her about the culling. The radio is gone. Clarke knows Bellamy took the radio.

Jaha and his chess set. Abby is scolding him for joining s 17 and saying he's copping out. Calls him a coward. She finds Jake's recording from when he wanted to expose the failing air.

O by herself in the woods, because B sent her back to camp, oh is this Lincoln coming up?

She trips down a hill.

Clarke confronts Bellamy. Hey princess you taking a walk in the woods? lol. She tells him about the culling. Finn pushes him. Raven is like oh yeah you're the one who shot Jaha. Clarke figures out that's why he took off the wristbands. Where's my radio? Raven says.

I shoulda killed you when I had the chance. Ok yeah sure big shot.

He takes her by the throat and pushes her against the tree. She whips out a knife.

She tells him he's not dead. "You're a lousy shot." Which is 100% not true. He's a great shot. So he did it on purpose. Lousy bad guy. And he looks devastated. Says it's too late. Because he dumped the radio.

Jake Griffin's announcement is playing EVERYWHERE on the ark. The air is out. Abby reports about the culling. Too late guards. Kane tough guy. She's going to be the love of your life.

Finn trying to explain he didn't think he'd see Raven again. She's like. "But you wouldn't take off your wristband. You had hope. but it's ok I get it. I was around, passably cute."

Bellamy is all gloomy now. Acting tough guy when he's all sad and heartbroken. Raven of course can figure out how to contact them wihtout the radio because she's a genius.

Kane things there are going to be riots. He blames Abby. "Tha'ts what you've done." This is like the opposite of the Bellamy/Clarke situation with murphy.

They send in Tor Lemkin to talk to Abby about the oxygen. And he hands in his dog tag to volunteer. Jaha is like "For what?"

I'm already crying.

Whimpering. Damn him. Next guy. Give my wife a little extra air. A lady without a word.

"jake was right," jaha said. "it would bring out the best in us." When I think that those bastards made their sacrifice worth absolutely fucking nothing in season 7. Shh. I'm not talking about the bad place. Just season 1.

Raven is engineering. Clarke is upset and worrying. Will the ark see their rockets?. "But your mom will be watching. I've never seen anyone love someone like she loves you."

Kane is eating crow about the volunteers. Jaha still plans on volunteering. He's feeling guilt for executing Jake. Kane says "one decision does not define a man." Ironic because this culling decision right here is the one that defines Kane and changes everything for him.

Tor Lemkin is "volunteering for an extra shift" and saying goodbye to Reese who has no clue. Abby still hoping to hear from Raven.

Kane and Abby watching the volunteers while the kids are trying to set up the rockets on earth.

Everyone sits on the floor and the music is playing. It cuts back and forth between the culling volunteers willingly going to their death to save the rest of the ark, the ark leaders watching, giving the order. Oh Jaha takes the button away from Sinclair and presses it himself so Sinclair won't have to have that on his consience.

And AFTER he presses his button, the rockets on earth take off. Abby closes her eyes in sorrow. The people in th17 start falling asleep. Tor Lemkin is looking at Reeses barette. Overvoice is Jaha offering a blessing for the dead.

He drops the fucking barette.

Abby and the doctors go into 17. They're all sleeping on the floor together. Not sleeping. Dead. Ugh. All the bodies. She walks through them with the grim music and closes the eyes of one woman and they begin carrying people out on stretchers. She picks up Tor's daughters barette and tears come to her eyes.

AND THERE ARE THE ROCKETS. Bellamy wondering if they can see the rockets from up there? Clarke asking about if you could wish on a shooting star. He says he wouldn't know what to wish for. Asks her what about you and she looks over at the unworthy Finn.

Octavia wakes up in the dark, sees a SCARY MAN. But we know it's just Lincoln. He was scary looking though. Monster looking.

Abby is sitting in Clarke's cell and staring up at the sky light. Jaha comes, offers her some booze. "We mke the best choices we can, and then we put our faith in a forgiving god," Jaha says. Do you think we deserve to be forgiven? Abby asks. And then SHE SEES THE ROCKETS.

JAHA instantly realizes that he killed people for no reason while Abby is seeing hope.

Okay, so watching Murphy's Law and Twilight's Last Gleaming one after the other, I actually have to say that I think Murphy's Law was better. Story wise. TLG is a tear jerker, don't get me wrong, but so much of it is set up, and building up to everything that comes next in the season with coming down to earth while Murphy's law is a turning point in the story from post apocalyptic Lord of the Flies as these characters abruptly grow up REAL fast and it is pretty much self contained. The main conflicts of that ep are resolved IN that ep, although it does build the new Bellarke team. TLG is slower and more about the politics and character development in a slow way, Flarke romance, Bellamy's fear of them coming down, the B and O conflict, Jaha's grief, Raven and Finn reunion. And probably most dominant, the Abby and Kane power play.

THIS is actually a replication of the same dynamic between Bellamy and Clarke in Murphy's Law, although more drawn out and political. I mean Bellarke are also in a political fight, but it's 100 kids vs the whole ARk, and it just started where Kabby have been squabbling for what seems like years. And Kane IS the soldier that Bellamy is kind of just pretending to be. ALthough he's ALL ABOUT the rules, while Bellamy has discarded them after his mom was floated and his sister was imprisoned. But Abby and Kane don't find their partnership yet in this episode, even though Bellarke and Kabby are parallel here.

It has now set up the Raven Finn Clarke love triangle. Raven's awesomeness. Finn's suckiness. The Bellarke power pairing. The missing Octavia and soon to be beloved Lincoln. Abby learns that she was right the whole time. They learn that the Ark CAN go to earth. The devastation of the Culling. The story is changing. Right here. The delinquents make contact with the Ark. We also find out why Bellamy has been such a jerk, and he finds out that he didn't kill Jaha. From now on, Bellamy also has a shift in character.

#the 100 rewatch 2023 #twilight's last gleaming #liveblog

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eclectic-aussie · 4 years ago

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Random Thoughts #7

Hellllllo, yes I’m doing another one of these. No I wont stop.

Anyway, I was pondering on what 7B might look like, all the wonderful possibilities that lie within getting Clarke into the ‘see into their minds’ chair (yes I’ve forgotten the name) and a thought occurred to me: what if that’s how they change the outcome? What if, instead of fighting another war and wiping out another people, they SHOW them how badly that always ends? What if they use Clarke’s memories to show them exactly what war costs. Show them Clarke’s life since her dad’s execution and her trip to solitary for nearly a year when she was 17! Show them the 100 being so expendable to their own government that they were sent to Earth to die, and yet ended up somewhat thriving. Show them what we’ve seen while watching the show, at least from Clarke’s point of view.

Show them...better yet show the people who survived with her what it cost her.

Show Octavia Clarke saving Lincoln and her calling him her people while refusing to let him sacrifice himself. Show her Lexa trying to have her killed and Clarke not only standing up to her but threatening her if she ever tried to hurt Octavia again. Show her Clarke breathing life into her after Echo stabbed her. Show her Clarke supporting Bellamy when he was at a loss of how to be a good brother to Octavia, and forgiving him when he couldn’t forgive himself. Show her the stories Clarke told Madi about the girl under the floor.

Show Raven her relationship with Finn from the beginning and Clarke turning him down after she found out about Raven so she can stop telling herself Finn was the victim. Show Finn’s relieved face after the massacre, and his thanks to Clarke when she killed him quickly. Show her the ghost of him that Clarke saw for days after his death. Show her the ‘sister’ she was in equal parts friend and biggest critic.

Show Murphy the times she convinced Bellamy to let him stay at camp, the times she tried her best to protect him even if she failed in the long run. Remind him of how far he came from the Dropship to now.

Show Bellamy what she saw when she looked at him, the ways she loved him without him realising.

Show them their actions from Clarke’s point of view; every blow, verbal or physical. Every snide remark and sneering set-down. Every hug and win. Every impossible decision she was forced to make. The small sprinkles of happiness between the horror and pain.

Show them how Clarke broke over and over again and yet still put one foot in front of the other for people who treated her as if she was nothing but a monster.

Show them everyone she’s lost: Her father, Wells, Finn, Lexa, 96/100 or 97/102 delinquents, Jasper, Monty, Harper, her mum and now (she thinks) Bellamy.

Show them all the joys and agonies of her life and the pain she felt and inflicted. Then show them that she still has her heart of compassion and she still strives for peace. That after everything she’s already suffered, she would still choose to feel all of it instead of blissful nothingness because: “There is no joy without pain.”

Show them her joy when Bellamy Blake turns up alive and pulls her from the chair and into his arms.

#the 100 #Random thoughts #season 7 speculation #Clarke Griffin #Clarke Griffin Deserves Better #Bellamy Blake #Bellarke

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slytherinbarnes · 5 years ago

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Sub Rosa [2]

ii. earth skills

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Language, fighting, violence, allusions to past assault (nothing explicit)

Summary: You and a small group of people head into danger to look for Jasper, who may still be alive. And Bellamy reminds you that he’s a dick.

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

Morning comes quickly.

Sleeping in a tree is uncomfortable, and the fear of falling leaves you restless and unable to sleep. As soon as the light breaks the horizon, you climb down from your lookout and venture past the makeshift camp, into the woods. You spend a long time watching the sun rise higher in the sky, thinking about your life and what led you here.

It doesn’t take long for the sound of rowdy teenagers to reach you, and you decide to head back to camp to wait for Clarke and the arrival of food. Your stomach growls in agreement and you shake your head before standing from the fallen log and pointing yourself in the direction of camp. You’re only a few minutes out when you hear a twig snap behind you. You turn quickly, eyes scanning the forest for the source of the noise. Finding nothing, you continue on, more alert than before.

You stop again when you hear another branch break and you whip your head around, watching and listening. You swear you hear footsteps running through the woods, and you begin to panic. You take off running towards the camp, head still searching for the source of the noise. You sigh a little when you hear the growing sound of the delinquents, but you keep running until you accidentally collide with someone.

The impact sends you flying to the ground, and you land on your back with a groan. You lie there, looking up at the sun filtering through the trees, when a voice asks, “Hey, are you okay?”

A figure moves into your vision and blocks out the sun, and you start to reply until you see his face.

Wells.

He holds out a hand to help you up, but you swipe it away and quickly stand. You both watch each other, and he quietly says your name. You shake your head, already cutting him off. “Whatever you’re about to say, I don’t want to hear it. You’re the reason my dad is dead.” You practically spit the last word at him.

His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? Did you not hear me? He’s DEAD because of you! Gone. Floated.” Tears well up in your eyes, “I never got to say goodbye.”

He steps towards you, and you look up at him in anger, swallowing back your tears. “Just stay away from me, Wells. Me and Clarke.”

You turn and head into the camp, not stopping until you reach the dropship. You pull the makeshift door to the side, ready to check on your collected water, before coming face to face with a naked Bellamy Blake.

You freeze in shock, eyes scanning his body, before coming to land on his face. He smirks at you. “Enjoying the view, princess?”

You give him a look of disgust, “The exact opposite actually.”

He pulls on his pants, letting out a short laugh. “Really? Because it looked like-”

“I don’t care what you think it looked like. I was just coming in here to check on something.” For the first time, you see a girl behind him getting dressed, and your brows lift in disbelief. “And now I’m leaving.”

You turn and scurry out of the dropship, before colliding straight into Wells, who is mid argument with Atom. You manage to catch yourself from falling this time, but you roll your eyes. “Seriously? Are you everywhere?”

Bellamy comes out of the dropship, still shirtless, and eyes Wells and the pile of clothes in his hands. “This is home now. Your father's rules no longer apply.” He snatches the clothes from his hands, and Wells lunges at Bellamy, only to be stopped by Atom. Bellamy motions for Atom to let him go. “You want it back? Take it.”

Bellamy and Wells stand in place, eyes locked, tension filling the air. Wells breaks first, and turns to toss the rest of the clothes, which are immediately grabbed by a group of teenagers. Wells turns back to Bellamy, “Is this what you want? Chaos?”

Bellamy smirks, “What's wrong with a little chaos?”

He starts to pull on his shirt when a scream rings out through the camp. You all take off running towards it, and find Murphy holding a girl over the fire. “Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure it'll look better if we suffer a little bit first.”

Wells runs towards Murphy and pushes her off the girl, “Let her go!” He turns back to Bellamy, eyes pleading. “You can stop this.”

“Stop this?” Bellamy smirks, eyes flitting to the side, where Murphy is getting up and running towards Wells. “I'm just getting started.”

Murphy’s fist connects with Wells' face, sending him to the side. Wells recovers quickly and starts to fight back, both boys evenly matched in terms of skill. Finally, Wells manages to get the upper hand, and he delivers a final blow to Murphy before standing and walking back towards Bellamy. “Don't you see you can't control this?”

You watch as Murphy rolls over, pulling a makeshift knife out of his pocket. You look over at Bellamy, wondering what he’s going to do. As Murphy bears down on Wells, Bellamy steps forward, stopping him. “Wait!”

Your brows lift in surprise, and you watch as he looks between the two boys. After a second, he holds up his own makeshift blade for Wells. “Fair fight.”

You shake your head as he steps back, stopping at your side. You mutter, “You can’t be serious.”

Bellamy turns to you, away from the fighting boys. “Something wrong?”

“You’re really gonna let them pick each other off?”

He tips his head to the side, appraising you. “I thought you didn’t like Wells. Heard he was the reason your dad got floated.”

You flinch, the pain from your father’s fate affecting you just as much today as it did when you first found out. You reach up and touch your necklace, Bellamy’s eyes watching the movement. You shake yourself out of your thoughts, and glance over at the pair before looking back to Bellamy. “I don’t give a shit about Wells, or whether he lives or dies.” You watch as Wells grabs Murphy in a chokehold, and you turn and give Bellamy the same appraising side eye. “I’m just wondering, how long until Murphy gets tired of taking orders?”

Before he can answer you, your twin’s voice cuts through the crowd. “Wells! Let him go!”

She jogs into the clearing, the rest of the group right behind her, as Wells releases Murphy and pushes him away. Murphy spins around and lunges at him, only for Bellamy to step in and hold him back. “Enough, Murphy.” As Monty guides a limping Octavia into the clearing, Bellamy runs to check on her.

It takes only a second for you both to realize something is missing. “Where's the food?”

“We didn't make it to Mount Weather.”

You step closer to them, “What the hell happened out there?”

Clarke turns to look at you, gaze serious. “We were attacked.”

“Attacked? By what?”

Finn’s voice answers first, “Not what. Who. It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn't the last Grounder.”

“It's true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong.” Clarke looks around at the group of people closest to her. “There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us.”

“Yeah, the bad news is the Grounders will.”

Wells looks around at the group in confusion. “Where's the kid with the goggles?”

“Jasper was hit. They took him.” Clarke's eyes fall to his arm. “Where’s your wristband?”

He cuts his eyes to Bellamy. “Ask him.”

“How many?”

Murphy answers, proud. “Twenty-four and counting.”

She shakes her head. “You idiots. Life support on the Ark is failing. That's why they brought us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us!”

Bellamy glares at Clarke, and steps closer to the other delinquents. “We're stronger than you think. Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. If they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals! You're fighters, survivors! The Grounders should worry about us!”

The others yell in agreement, and you shake your head at their ignorance. Clarke must feel the same, because she stalks off, Monty hot on her heels. You watch them go, before glancing at Octavia, and the fresh blood on her leg. Getting an idea, you run to the dropship and grab some of your water, along with one of the seatbelts and a discarded shirt. You go and search for Octavia, finding her sitting on a ledge, letting Bellamy inspect her cut. You smile at her as you approach, and she returns it. “Why’d you run off yesterday? I thought we were going to get into trouble together.”

You glance at Bellamy and back at her, “‘Other sibling’ stuff.” She nods in understanding. “Looks like you got into enough trouble without me though. I got some stuff for your leg, can I take a look?”

She nods, and Bellamy gives you room to look at the wound. You tear the shirt into pieces and dip it into the water before looking up at her, “This is probably gonna hurt.”

You wipe the blood from the bite, and Octavia lets out a groan. You clean it up and look at it closely. “Good news is, it’s not deep.”

You take another piece of the shirt and lay it on top of the cut, before glancing at Bellamy. “Hold this here for me?”

“Yeah.” He reaches for the cloth, fingers brushing yours in the process, causing you to flinch. Subtly, he shifts his focus, his eyes settling onto you. You grab the seat belt and secure the fabric over the wound, as Bellamy looks up and scolds Octavia. “You could have been killed.”

Clarke speaks up behind you, and you turn to watch her approach. “She would have been if Jasper didn't jump in to pull her out.”

Octavia checks the bandage, and starts to stand.“You guys leaving? I'm coming, too.”

Bellamy grabs her shoulder and pushes her back down, “No, no. No way. Not again.”

“He's right. Your leg's just gonna slow us down.” Her gaze shifts to Bellamy, “I'm here for you.”

Your brows raise in surprise and Wells protests behind her. “Clarke, what are you doing?”

“I hear you have a gun.” He looks down and lifts the edge of his shirt to reveal the gun in his waistband. Your mind flashes back to last night. “Good. Follow me.” She starts walking only to be stopped by Bellamy’s next question.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because you want them to follow you, and right now, they're thinking only one of us is scared.”

As she walks off, you turn to Octavia. “I’ll go and get into trouble for the both of us this time. Deal?”

She sighs and then smiles, “Deal.”

You jog off to catch up with Clarke, who turns as you approach. Wells runs ahead to give you a minute. “I’m coming too.”

“Fine. But you better keep up.”

You let out a snort, “Easy, I was always the better twin.”

You both look at each other and she rolls her eyes. “You wish.”

She gives you one last look and jogs to catch up with Wells. You look back when you hear footsteps behind you, and you lock eyes with Bellamy and Murphy. You turn to watch where you’re going and let out a sigh. This should be fun.

You keep your eyes on Clarke and Wells ahead of you, following their footsteps as they move through the woods. Bellamy jogs to catch up to them, and Murphy keeps close by his side. “Hey, hold up. What's the rush?” Bellamy punctuates the question with a shrug, gun in hand. “You don't survive a spear through the heart.”

The group stops in a clearing, and Wells glares at Bellamy. “Put the gun away, Bellamy.”

Murphy steps forward in defense of his leader. “Well, why don't you do something about it, huh?”

Clarke ignores them both, looking at you and Bellamy as she catches you up. “Jasper screamed when they moved him. If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly. It doesn't mean we have time to waste.”

Bellamy lunges forward and grabs her wrist, “As soon as you take this wristband off, we can go.”

You step up instantly, pulling Clarke’s arm free of his grip, and putting yourself between them. “Don’t touch her.”

Clarke steps from behind you and glares at Bellamy, “The only way the Ark is gonna think we’re dead, is if we’re actually dead. Got it?”

Bellamy looks between you both with a smirk, but his response is cut off by approaching footsteps. “You call this a rescue party? Got to split up, cover more ground. Clarke, come with me.”

Clarke steps closer to Finn, and they split off from the group, taking the high ground. Bellamy storms off in the direction the group was originally heading in, and Murphy follows. You veer off to the right and search the land close to the river. Wells seems to hesitate, unsure where to go, before finally following Bellamy at a distance.

Most of the search is spent in silence, as everyone keeps an eye out for any sign of Jasper. Every now and then you hear the faint whisper of conversation from Finn and Clarke, until eventually they put so much distance between you that everything goes silent again. As your eyes scan the river’s edge and surrounding trees, you’re surprised to hear bits and pieces of the hushed conversation between Bellamy and Wells.

“...more in common than meets the eye, huh?”

Wells deadpans, “We have nothing in common.”

You follow the line of the river, the sound of running water growing louder. Bellamy’s voice gets lost in the din of a waterfall. “Finn around, Clarke doesn't even see you. It's like you're not even here.”

You stop at the edge of the waterfall, admiring the view. It’s a small fall, not very powerful, and it drains into a small swimming hole. It’s framed by a semi circle of trees, dense enough to conceal anyone swimming in the water from someone lurking in the woods.

You move away from the water’s edge, skeptical of the drop, given your inability to swim. As you get deeper into the trees, a twig snaps somewhere behind you. Your mind instantly flashes back to earlier that morning, and then to Clarke’s warning of not being alone. You start to walk faster, looking for any sign of Clarke and the others. When you hear more movement behind you, you break into a run, tearing through the trees in search of a familiar face.

Finally, you spot Bellamy up ahead, and you’re surprised to find relief flow through you at the sight of him. You slow as you near him, and he turns at your approach. He ignores you panting for breath, his eyes instead traveling to the moon that sits along your collarbone. There’s nothing fancy about it, just a small silver moon secured to a chain. “Was that from him?” You turn slightly to meet his eyes, and he adds, “Your dad?”

You say nothing, choosing instead to continue through the woods in silence. He goes for a different approach. “You know, I don’t get your attachment to that bracelet. What has the Ark ever done for you?”

“Isn’t this the same speech you gave Wells last night before you ambushed him?” You give him a look of annoyance. “Is Murphy about to jump out of the bushes and take my hand off?”

“No. Not yet anyways.”

Before you can answer, you burst through the trees, into a clearing, where Clarke and Finn are pointing at something on the ground, showing Wells what they found. Murphy is standing nearby, uninterested. You run over to them and Clarke looks up at you as you approach. “Where have you been? We found a trail of blood, and we think it’s Jasper’s.”

“Trail of blood, huh? Let’s see where it takes us.”

She and Finn stand, and start to follow the trail, and you fall in line behind them, with the others right behind you.

“Hey, how do we know this is the right way?”

You look back at Murphy and shrug, and Bellamy smirks. “We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker.”

Wells turns to look at Bellamy. “It's called a cutting sign. Fourth-year earth skills. He's good.”

Finn turns back to the group, slightly exasperated. “You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?”

He stops and studies a branch, and Bellamy slides up next to Wells. “See? You're invisible.”

As Finn bends down and inspects a puddle of blood, a moan cuts through the trees and reaches the group. Everyone looks around, confused.

“What the hell was that?”

Clarke glances at Bellamy, “Now would be a good time to take out that gun.”

He pulls it from his waistband as another groan reaches you, and Finn takes off running. Everyone follows behind him in a line, Clarke, then you, Wells, Bellamy, and Murphy. He comes to a stop in a clearing, and as you step past the trees, your eyes land on Jasper, strung up in a tree.

“Jasper. Oh, my God.”

Clarke jogs into the clearing, eyes locked on Jasper, and you follow right behind her. Bellamy looks up at the tree as he follows you into the clearing, “What the hell is this?”

As Clarke nears the base of the tree, you hear a cracking sound. Your eyes dart towards her and you watch as she starts to fall, legs already disappearing into a large hole. You lunge forward and grab her arm, both of your hands locking around each other’s wrists as you hit the ground. Clarke’s weight starts to pull you towards her, over the edge of the hole, inch by inch. Behind you, you hear Finn and Wells yelling in a panic, “Get them up! Pull them up! Pull them up! Get them!”

You reach out and grab Clarke’s other wrist and she grabs yours, both of your eyes filled with panic. You watch the pit of spikes move closer and closer to impaling your twin, just as a hand closes around your ankle and stops your sliding. Seconds later, a collection of arms grabs Clarke and hoists her over the side, onto the safety of solid ground.

She lands in a heap beside you, and you sit up and meet her eyes, breath heaving in panic as the reality of what almost happened starts to set in. Finn kneels beside Clarke, checking on her, and she turns away. You glance at the figure near your ankles, surprised to find Bellamy there. You nod in thanks, and he nods once in return. Finn helps you and Clarke to your feet, and Clarke immediately turns back to Jasper. “We need to get him down.”

Finn moves closer to the tree, “I'll climb up there and cut the vines.”

Wells starts to follow, “Yeah, yeah, I'm with you.”

Finn turns quickly, “No. Stay with them.” He turns to look at Murphy, “You. Let's go.”

“There's a poultice on his wound.”

Wells furrows his brows in confusion, “Medicine? Why would they save his life just to string him up as live bait?”

Bellamy glances down at the pit of spears and back up at Jasper, “Maybe what they're trying to catch likes its dinner to be breathing.”

“Maybe what they're trying to catch is us.”

You all look around in fear, eyes scanning the trees and brush for any sign of life, as Murphy and Finn work quickly to get Jasper down. You all watch as they free the vines securing him, only pausing when a low growl comes from beneath the brush.

You whip your head towards the sound, “What the hell was that?”

Bellamy steps back, away from the tree, fear in his voice. “Grounders?”

The growling grows louder, and you watch as Clarke tenses up. You follow her eyes and let out a quiet gasp when you see the black panther loom into view. Clarke backs up and yells out, “Bellamy, gun!”

You look over at Bellamy, as he pats his waistband, no gun in sight. Before he can question it, a shot rings out, and you all turn towards the sound, shocked to find Wells pointing the gun at the panther and firing. One of the bullets catches it in the thigh, and it leaps into the bushes surrounding the clearing. You and Bellamy step back as it runs around you, growling and snarling as it moves through the bushes, before everything stills for a split second.

Then with a loud growl, the panther leaps from the bushes behind you. You turn just in time to see it flying towards you, inches from your face before it drops to the ground, dead.

Your mouth drops open, in shock, and you turn and look at Clarke, then Wells. Bellamy does the same, breath coming out in pants. “Now she sees you.”

You all stand in shocked silence a few more minutes, before Clarke once again takes charge. “Wells, get the parachute out of your pack.”

He reaches in his pack and pulls the parachute out, before handing it to her. She tosses it to you, “Help Bellamy bag up the panther so we can carry it back for food.”

You nod, and she turns back to Wells. “Looks like they almost got Jasper freed. We should help them down.”

They move closer to the tree and you turn back to the panther, stepping closer to it. Bellamy eyes it with skepticism, “Is it dead?”

You nudge it with the toe of your boot, and it doesn’t move. “Looks like it. If you’ll lift the head, I can slide the parachute under the body.”

He steps forward and lifts the top half of the animal, giving you enough space to slide the parachute under the body. You then repeat the action with the lower half, before twisting the ends to close it off, securing the animal inside. Minutes later, Finn and Wells come walking over, Jasper held between them. Clarke steps up beside them, “We don’t have time to waste, let’s go.”

She leads the way, and the rescue team follows, followed by Bellamy and Murphy, leaving you to bring up the rear.

The walk back to camp is silent, as everyone processes the day’s events, and the near death experiences. The sun sets quickly, long before you are near camp, and the darkness welcomes a whole host of terrifying sounds and shadows. The moonlight shines through the trees, nearly full, and providing the only light to guide you home.

You reach the camp when the moon is directly overhead, welcomed by a crew of anxious teenagers. Clarke, Finn, and Wells take Jasper straight inside of the dropship, and you watch as Bellamy and Murphy drop the panther near the fire.

“Who's hungry?”

The delinquents let out a celebratory yell, cheering Bellamy on for providing the one thing you all desperately wanted. Octavia hugs him, a smile on both their faces, and you are suddenly reminded of Clarke, and the distance between you. You turn away from the scene and head into your tree, immediately looking up and connecting the stars in the sky, forming constellations.

They make quick work of preparing dinner, and soon the smell of cooked meat reaches you in your place in the trees. You climb down, eyes falling to the line of people near the fire. You watch as someone steps up and offers their arm, before their wristband is pried off in exchange for food. You shake your head at the sight, and turn towards the dropship, deciding to look for Clarke, finding her lost in conversation with Finn. You freeze in place, as Finn walks towards the fire and reaches for two pieces of meat. Murphy steps towards him, trying to stop him. “Whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. What, you think you play by different rules?”

Finn shrugs, “I thought there were no rules.”

They stare at each other for a minute before Finn turns, smiling at Clarke. You start to walk towards them, to join them, before she follows him into the woods, leaving you alone. You move back towards the fire, deciding to grab your share and take it to your spot. As you reach the fire, you watch as another teenager tries to mimic Finn, moving towards the meat, wristband still firmly clasped around his wrist. Bellamy steps towards him and grabs his wrist, before pulling back and landing a punch on the kid’s jaw. He turns and sees you standing there, and you keep your eyes locked on his as you reach forward, grab a stick of meat and take a bite. You give him a small nod before turning and walking away. Bellamy runs after you, “Hey! No food without a wristband.”

You glance over your shoulder as he approaches, but keep walking back to your tree. He grabs your arm and spins you around, “I’m talking to you.”

You pull your arm from his grip and take another bite, “Yeah, I heard you. But I told you yesterday, I’m not giving you my wristband.”

He snatches the meat from your hands, “Then you don’t eat.”

You lunge for the food, “Screw you, Bellamy. Give it back.”

He pulls the food away from you, lifting it higher. “Not without your wristband.”

You step closer, reaching for the food. “Bellamy, seriously.”

He smirks down at you, “That’s the deal.” You jump towards your dinner, missing it by centimeters, and Bellamy lets out a small laugh. “Shumway said you didn’t know a good deal when you saw it. Guess he was right.”

You step back, as if he slapped you. Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you push them back down, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “You’re an asshole.”

You turn and walk away, careful to keep your shoulders back and head high, until you reach your tree and climb into it. As soon as you are hidden from the eyes of the camp, you allow yourself to cry, the pain from the last couple of years spilling over. Quiet sobs wrack your body as you relive that first day with Shumway, and every day since. The tears turn to anger as you wish him nothing but pain and suffering, because it’s the only thing he deserves. Soon, the tears slow and the sobs stop, and you lean back against the trunk of the tree, suddenly exhausted. Your eyes instinctively find the moon, surrounded by stars, and you wish for nothing more than to get lost in the sky. A new constellation to join the stars, born from suffering, forever immortalized by your tragic history. You fall asleep mapping the stars, looking for the faint pattern for constellation 89, the invisible la lune.

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A Step By Step Guide to Bellarke #2

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How do I even start this one? I’m failing at introductions.

We’re going to go about this one a little differently! Bellamy and Clarke have a great journey together this season, but a lot of it is so consistent over multiple episodes, so I would be repeating myself a lot if I split it by episode. They are also separated more frequently and for longer periods of time, for narrative reasons I will be going into below!

I’m really failing at introductions today. Let’s just get into this.

tagging @wolfheartgirl!

Part One: Separated

Hope is another underlying theme in this show and it really starts to show up persistently this season. One of the first things Clarke does is ask if Finn and Bellamy are with them in the bunker. When everyone else is sure their absence means their death, Clarke isn’t willing to give up her hope.

And vice versa. Bellamy doesn’t want to leave their camp at the dropship, because this is where Clarke (and his friends) will know to go. He stares meaningfully at Abby’s message as they are led out of camp.

Abby sees this and files this away. This guy wants her daughter to come home, too. When she sets up a secret op to go find her daughter, she makes sure Bellamy is on the team.

Part Two: Together

They were able to make the shift in Bellamy and Clarke’s relationship subtle in season one. Of course, Clarke was never secretly convinced that she killed Bellamy one of the few times they were separated last season. The time for subtlety is temporarily over.

Clarke is so relieved that she can see that he’s alive with her own two eyes that she sprints across the camp and flings her arms around his shoulders. The relief that closing the dropship door didn’t kill him.

Of course, while they touched a lot before, she never hugged him. Bellamy is so stunned that she’s here in this camp and hugging him that he forgets that his arms work. (Thanks @flossingh for making that specific observation!)

It takes a hot second for him to realize exactly what the hell is going on. And then he does. And he hugs her back. Look at how his fingers just dig into her sides there. Also look at his sister who is not entirely surprised that these two are all over each other. Like, please don’t make me watch this, Bellamy. Look at the way he rocks to the side while he’s holding her. Their faces are just buried in each other’s shoulders.

Let’s talk about the science of a hug. The average hug lasts three seconds. Three. Seconds. That’s not very long. And I counted. Clarke’s hug with Raven? Octavia? Both about three-and-a-half seconds. This hug? With Bellamy? It lasts for fourteen seconds. FOURTEEN. That’s almost FIVE TIMES the length of an average hug.

Now I’m going to have to time all the hugs on this show. Great. I say this as though it’s a burden on my soul, which... it would be more of a burden on my soul to NOT know.

Moving on. Because I have to. I guess.

It becomes clear very quickly that there will be a divide between who belongs to Clarke and who belongs to Skaikru. It becomes clear very quickly that Bellamy will be backing Clarke, whichever way she decides to go.

Love this journey for them.

Bellamy really did jump right back into it. And by it, I mean staring longingly at Clarke.

He’s less self-conscious about it now. Even when she wakes up, he doesn’t stop.

Bellamy knows without her saying anything that she blames herself for their separation. He wants to do for her what she did for him; offer forgiveness. Absolve her of the guilt she must feel over closing the dropship door. Last time I saw you, you were closing the dropship door. Had to be done. He needs her to know that there is no blame to be placed.

And she’s even able to take some moderate comfort from it. They hold eye contact for a bit until she looks away and smiles. It’s... for lack of a better word, it’s just a cute interaction. He cares about her. He worries about her. Having someone in your corner? It’s a good feeling.

But this is also huge, because... Bellamy starts to confide in her. He’s able to let these walls down with her in a way he doesn’t with other people. He tells her what they went through trying to find her and the others.

I saw what he was capable of and still, I let him go with Murphy and two automatic rifles. I’m sure that had to be done, too.

When we got back to the drop ship and no one was there, we assumed it was the Grounders.

Of course you did. You couldn’t have known it was the Mountain Men. No one could have.

They rely on each other for comfort. They can talk to each other.

Okay, I’m going to completely derail this post for a second for the following images of Bellamy trying to make sure Clarke can talk to Finn if she wants to by giving them a moment? Like, it’s that awkward thing where you kind of have a crush on your friend, but your friend’s crush comes over to talk to them and there’s been some tension lately, so you want to make sure that they can deal with that and you don’t want to be in the way kind of mood?

Honestly, I feel like this needs to turn into a comparison of the way she interacts with both of them. I don’t really want to use this to compare Clarke’s canon romances with the way she and Bellamy are together, but it’s inevitable I guess. Hope no one hates me when I take that leap.

Back to the really good stuff. Did I say they were in sync last season? Well, it’s better this season. Doubled. Tripled, even!

Look at this beautiful framing.

Look at how together they are. At Bellamy trying to reassure her and checking to see if she’s maybe a little reassured by his presence?

Look at the way that they can have an entire conversation without words.

Like, you can’t make this shit up. Dudes, I get this entire show is technically made up, but I’m... let me live my life. Can I have this?

Part Three: Together; the Knight edition

They’re on a whole new level this season. Together. Forgiveness. Those are their things. Always.

And let’s be real. This whole Knight!Bellamy thing lasts for a long time. But this is the real shift from Bellamy as her co-leader to Bellamy as her protector. Before I go too far into this, I’d like to say one thing about this. I don’t think that Clarke looks at their dynamic this way. I don’t think she’d allow herself to. This isn’t a conscious shift on her part, but I do believe it’s a conscious shift on Bellamy’s part. Whether or not Clarke wants to admit it, people expect her to lead. Bellamy sees this at the end of season one and he’s not bitter about it. All he cares about is making sure she is protected while she has to make these hard decisions. All he cares about is making sure that she knows that she’s not alone in those hard decisions. They are consistently framed together to show that unity.

Okay, back on track!

A little bit, because we’re going to veer back into ship comparisons for a second. Finn flat out asks Clarke to forgive him for his actions. All that matters is that you’re okay. That you forgive me. Insert awkward pause. Say something. Insert another long, awkward pause before she can’t say the words.

There’s a reason that this is important and a reason that I’m bringing this into an essay about Bellamy and Clarke. And that is because Clarke always forgives Bellamy (and vice versa). Forgiveness is something Clarke struggles with immensely. She goes through most of season one questioning whether or not she can forgive her mother for being the reason her father got floated. This is something she still struggles with at this point of the show.

It’s a long journey in season one, learning what forgiveness can mean to another person. Finn’s atrocities, compared to Bellamy’s, are relatively tame. Only 18 people died in TonDC. Let’s up that to 19, because he shot that Grounder in the bunker, too. Bellamy, on the other hand. Oof. His death count is much higher. As of 2x08, people can blame Bellamy for 321 deaths. At least. I don’t know how many/if he killed any Grounders in the fight in the season one finale. Both of their reasons were relatively selfish; Finn was doing this to save Clarke, Bellamy to make sure he could protect Octavia.

So, why was Clarke able to forgive Bellamy for everything he did when she can’t forgive Finn? How is Finn killing 19 Grounders because he thinks they took their friends worse than 320 people dying because Bellamy sabotaged communications when he was afraid he was going to get killed. The problem is that these aren’t comparable. You can quantify these things, yes, but... the situations were completely different. There really isn’t any reason that Clarke shouldn’t be able to forgive Finn.

And yet. Bellamy never apologizes. There’s a point where he stops trying to justify his behavior. I think that’s part of why Clarke was able to forgive him when he didn’t ask. Because he didn’t ask for it. And so, it became an ingrained part of their relationship.

Listen, I hope none of that comes across as anti. I prefer positivity above all else and if you ship something I don’t ship, it’s never going to bother me. I’m trying to state facts and work them out in my brain to interpret them and it’s getting confusing.

Okay, officially back on track!

In a strange contrast to their reunion in episode five, Bellamy is the one running to Clarke in episode eight. When he sees that she’s injured, he jumps into action. He starts to administer first aid. He doesn’t stop touching her for the rest of the scene. Muttering platitudes, asking her to wake up, pushing her hair out of her face, gently caressing her face.

Bellamy Blake, you are in PUBLIC.

And now, we’re getting into the Knight of it all.

Again, Bellamy works to absolve Clarke of the her guilt. This time, over killing the boy she loved. You did the right thing. And well, they talk. He checks in on her emotional well-being. She tries to shut him out the way she shuts everyone else out, but he stays there. What we need is an inside man.

Clarke is immediately against this plan. She hopes he’ll listen. He, of course, is trying to put saving their people over his safety and continues to do so. It isn’t until she finally snaps that it hits him. I can’t lose you, too. Okay?

This throws Bellamy enough that he stops pushing. I think Bellamy spends a lot of time this season trying to evaluate the way Clarke feels about him. He knows how he feels about her. He knows how devoted he is to her. I don’t think he doubts that she likes him as a person, but I do think that it is surprising when he realizes that she might care. That losing him might hurt her as much as losing Finn. And if she needs him by her side... well, he’ll stop suggesting it.

I’m not sure Bellamy knows how to deal with Clarke admitting this. It’s easier to fall into the routine of protecting and supporting Clarke’s decisions. So, when she does something he thinks is stupid, i.e. sleeping in the middle of the camp, he’ll do it, too.

It’s hard to see him, because of that conveniently placed tree, but there we have it. How much do you want to bet he didn’t get a lot of sleep that night? Because he was so focused on the idea the Grounders might hurt Clarke, duh.

When Gustus starts to react to the poison, Bellamy is the first one to break out of his shock and realize that it was probably from the drink. He has to lean in front of Kane to knock the glass out of Clarke’s hand.

And as soon as it becomes clearly hostile, he throws himself in front of Clarke. He’s willing to sacrifice himself to keep Clarke safe.

We’re at such a great spot in their dynamic. They want to keep each other safe. Clarke, using her head, knows that the alcohol itself wasn’t poisoned. Bellamy, using his heart, knows that Gustus did this to protect Lexa.

When Bellamy and Clarke are watching Lexa kill Gustus, we know he’s thinking about Clarke.

I think that it would be easy to assume that Clarke is reminded of how she killed Finn, but this beautiful transition between their faces shows that she’s also seeing the similarities between Bellamy and Gustus. Could she sacrifice Bellamy for her cause? The way she sacrificed Finn?

We all know the answer, but neither of them do, yet, and that’s the whole point of the next scene. Part of the point of the next scene.

How did you know it was Gustus? He’d do anything for her. To protect her. It just makes sense.

The meaning behind this is not lost on Octavia. Look at the thanks he got.

It’s interesting to me that Octavia picks up on the meaning. She can see how much Clarke means to her brother and she’s... worried. I don’t think Bellamy is super pleased in his sister’s doubt, because at this point, he’s been told by Clarke that she can’t lose him and he trusts that. Or, he wants to. Maybe he doesn’t fully. They’ve seen Clarke make some rough decisions the past few episodes.

Of course, unbeknownst to them, Clarke has been spending time with someone who’s been informing her that emotions are weakness. Primarily, love is weakness. That Clarke puts the people she cares about in danger by caring.

Clarke takes the lesson to heart.

First we need an inside man. You should go. I thought you hated that plan. I was being weak. It’s worth the risk.

Clarke is holding back tears. Bellamy is shocked and a little hurt, I think. Everyone else is... shocked isn’t the right word. I’m not quite sure what is. Confused isn’t quite the right word. Raven is checking Bellamy’s reaction, which I also find incredibly interesting. It’s... listen, Bellamy and Clarke are transparent with their feelings for each other. They may not say it out loud, but everyone knows how much they mean to each other.

And we’ve all talked this to death as a fandom, but I can’t believe anyone doubts the love Clarke has for Bellamy in season two. She says, to their faces, that she was being weak and then turns around and says love is weakness to the ghost of her canon romance.

I’ve always had a hard time pinpointing when I think they fell for each other, but it’s become very clear to me during this watch. Bellamy started falling for Clarke around episode 1x04, maybe 1x05. It deepened in 1x08 from a crush to more. And for Clarke, I think the crush started to build around then. She would have at least admitted that she thought he was attractive. They totally would have hooked up if nothing had gone down in 1x09. But I don’t think it hits Clarke until she sees him in 2x05 that she’s got actual feelings for him. I’ve always been reluctant to assume that they knew about their feelings for each other so early, but... it seems so obvious to me right now.

Anyway, back on track.

Part Four: Separated again

Bellamy leaves and Clarke kind of loses it. She’s doing her best to keep it together, sure, but any time someone doubts that Bellamy is going to pull through?

She just has so much faith in him. Everyone sees it. I hope your faith is well placed.

The smile is so subtle, but Clarke... feels relief when Lexa stops questioning her faith in Bellamy. I know she didn’t want to send him into harm’s way, but I also don’t think she would have trusted anyone else to pull it off. It reminds me of season one, when Bellamy asks her if she believes that Finn and Jasper will actually pull off blowing up the bridge. In contrast to that, she has absolute faith that Bellamy will pull this off.

Of course, she also wasn’t as worried about them.

I need to get back to that radio to see if has Bellamy made contact.

Anything from Bellamy? Then why aren’t you at the radio?!

I’ll be in engineering waiting for Bellamy to radio.

Your whole plan rests on Bellamy getting in. He will.

The longer they go without hearing from, the more harried Clarke gets. Even her friends are getting annoyed by her snapping.

Clarke is unfocused and frustrated. Abby is telling her that she has no authority and there’s proof that they’ve already started using her friends in their blood bank and Bellamy hasn’t called yet and people think it’s crazy that their whole plan hinges on Bellamy infiltrating in the first place.

It’s funny (weird, not funny ha ha) the way these two need each other. The way they know they need each other. And they push it away in the face of professionalism, but the second Bellamy is in an ounce of danger, Clarke loses her mind.

And finally, he calls. Clarke and Bellamy have a habit of stunning each other with their reunions.

God, she’s just so happy to hear his voice again. And you can’t see it in that first picture, but he gets this little smile on his face when her voice comes in over the radio. If he were in a less dire situation, it might be easier for him to embrace the relief that Clarke is able to. You came through. I knew you would.

I mean, she closes her eyes. Soaks in the fact that he made it and he’s alive. I’m pretty sure there was a not-so-small part of her that was sure she sent him to die. She sent him into danger, but she has a chance to help distract people inside so that maybe, just maybe he’ll be a little safer. It kind of makes her cocky. I see a lot of early season one Bellamy in her here.

Borderline arrogance to mask her fear. But this is a good thing, of course. This isn’t Clarke meta or I’d point out how adaptable her leadership style is. She looks at what works for other people and uses it the next time she needs it. I think it’s admirable. Being adaptable is important. Okay, sorry, I’ll stop gushing about Clarke. It’s not like I’m secretly Bellamy or anything.

Of course, this is only temporary. When Bellamy is late checking in, Clarke starts to snap again. And when she realizes that they’re going to be able to keep in constant contact with Bellamy, she decides to stay and send Kane to TonDC in her place. The only reason she ends up leaving is because they find out about a greater threat.

I’ll go on record here and say that I think that Clarke lying to Bellamy about Octavia here isn’t the biggest deal. It’s not the greatest, but eh. There was literally nothing Bellamy could have done without getting himself captured or killed. All the knowledge would have done was cause him pain. Yeah, lying sucks and really isn’t a great thing to do, but I understand wanting to save someone pain. It’s a misguided attempt to protect Bellamy.

Lying about Octavia to protect Bellamy. Letting a missile drop on TonDC to protect Bellamy. Hard choices all around. And Clarke has to face the lengths she’s gone to in order to keep him safe in Mount Weather. The thing I like about this? Even though she’s doing these things to protect him, she never tries to push the blame off onto anyone else. No one needs to blame her. She’s blaming herself enough for everyone. Again, I’m not Bellamy sitting here secretly defending Clarke, I promise.

All of it weight so heavily on her. What if it’s too dangerous and I sent him in there anyway?

There’s a big difference in the way she has these discussions with Bellamy versus the way she has them with Lexa. Again, I guess the ship comparisons are inevitable, but I hate to get into politics. I’m doing it anyway. Maybe the comparison that needs to be made right now is the way Lexa and Bellamy approach these conversations differently.

Bellamy uses his heart. He sees with his heart. So he can see when Clarke needs physical comfort. A hand on the shoulder. On the back. Even just standing in each other’s space. Lexa, though, uses her head, the same way Clarke does. She’s afraid to take comfort in other people, so she doesn’t know how to give it.

She’s also jealous of what Bellamy means to Clarke. It’s obvious to everyone, even someone who hasn’t seen them interact, that they have a connection.

You care about him.

I care about all of them. You worry about him more.

And Clarke. She gets defensive. Why does she get so defensive when Lexa calls her out on this? She’s been very vocal in her faith in Bellamy. Everyone back in Arkadia could have called her out like this and I thinks he would have reacted in the same way.

I couldn’t have kept us all alive all this time without him. We need him. And now I might be the one who gets him killed.

Clarke and Bellamy both hide their feelings for each other behind the group. We need you. We need him. You left us. Sometimes they’ll slip or someone else will call them out and they’re still very quick to correct it at this point. Clarke knows she would go farther to protect Bellamy than she would for anyone else except her mother and vice versa; Bellamy would go farther to protect Clarke than he would for anyone else except for his sister. They try not to make it obvious, but everyone can see it.

Back to the way Lexa tries to comfort Clarke for a moment. Lexa thinks that she’s helping Clarke become a stronger leader. She sees that Clarke is ‘meant for this’ and sees a lot of herself in Clarke. The truth is, we must look in the eyes of our warriors and say ‘go die for me’. This is something that would have comforted Lexa. It does not comfort Clarke.

In fact, Clarke makes a similar face any time someone implies that one of the Blakes would be an acceptable loss for the greater good.

She takes up Bellamy’s mantle of protection this episode. He’s not here to protect Octavia, she’s already endangered Octavia once to try to protect him, and she’s not about to do it again.

We also have another parallel here. Clarke told Bellamy that it’s worth the risk to send him into the mountain and clearly does not believe that anymore. When she and Octavia are arguing about her choice to let the missile fall on the city, she tells Octavia that she couldn’t take that risk. She couldn’t take the chance that the mountain might discover Bellamy. She’s hit her breaking point with risks when it comes to him and now, everything she’s doing is informed by the desire to keep him alive.

And here’s where I’m going to circle back around to hope. I’ve been holding this particular sentence back for proper impact and this seems to be as good a time as any. Bellamy is Clarke’s hope. You see it when she hears his voice on the radio. You see it when they set off the flares, which means Bellamy has succeeded in shutting down the acid fog.

It’s this quiet thing she doesn’t share with anyone. This quiet thing she holds onto by herself. When she isn’t getting an almost constant reminder that Bellamy is alive, she becomes harder. On the inside. She’s typically great at pretending that she’s fine on the outside. But Bellamy gives her hope she can’t hide.

Okay. I know this has been a very Clarke-centered section, but honestly, this is a Clarke-centered section of the show for this ship. Bellamy is a little too busy trying to complete the mission Clarke assigned him. That’s not to say he hasn’t been thinking about her or worrying about her. When she went to TonDC, it hurt. When he found out she lied, it hurt. When he finds out that they didn’t really shut down the acid fog, he panics.

Bellamy’s way of panicking involves blowing up chemical tanks and getting into a gunfight like a sweet action hero, but to each their own!

Let’s get to the better stuff. Like screenshots of them looking at each other again.

Part Five: Back Together (for a few hours)

In a not so big surprise, as I’m assuming we all know, Lexa betrays Clarke at the mountain. We leave episode 15 with Octavia, Bellamy, and Clarke alone and abandoned at various locations

It doesn’t take long for a reunion. Octavia is angry and she’s angrier that Clarke is freaking out. That Clarke is, for once, showing the fact that she is unhinged. Angry about the choices Clarke has made for their people. Bellamy’s counting on you. Everyone’s always counting on you.

The problem is, they lost contact with Bellamy and she doesn’t have any way of knowing he’s still alive inside.

Thankfully, she doesn’t have to wait that long to find out. Are you ready for the eye contact? Are you sure???

BOOM!

You think you know relief seeing her face when she hears his voice again for the first time? This is blurry better. Now she can see that he’s okay. And the thing here is... he stares at her so intensely the entire time he’s hugging Octavia. It’s a long hug and he doesn’t break eye contact at all. And neither does Clarke.

As soon as they separate, he moves to Clarke’s side. It’s almost instant.

They don’t hug. It’s not that kind of reunion. But they jump back into planning mode. Together mode. They go back into the mountain. Together.

I could talk about Clarke killing Dante. I could talk about Bellamy and Clarke arguing, except they’re not arguing here. They both want a better way to do this, there are kids in there and people who helped us, give me a better idea, but their friends are in danger. Their families are in danger. Stress is high. If we do this, there’s no going back. Neither of them want to do this, but neither of them can come up with an idea that will work in the amount of time they have.

What it comes down to is this: Bellamy trusts Clarke. He trusts Clarke to make the hard calls. The first time Clarke made a hard choice, it was because he didn’t have the courage to make it. I’m not saying this as a fact, I’m assuming this is the way he feels about it. This is bigger. He can’t let her do this alone.

I feel guilty taking Monty out of the equation, but these two are so laser-focused in on each other and well, this is relationship meta, not general meta. Stop feeling guilty, Erin. They’re immediately faced with what they’ve done. They have to watch these people die. They have to wade through the aftermath to get to their people and some one of them hates what they’ve done. Self-loathing is more powerful, don’t you know?

This is heavy. This is worse than anything they’ve had to do to survive. And they’re framed together quite a bit, which typically signifies that they’re alliance is strong or maybe it’s just that the feelings of that particular moment are strong. That’s more a season three thing, I think. But in spite of them being together here, we can already see symptoms of a fracture. Bellamy is kind of floating behind in Clarke’s orbit. They’re both just... lost. And I think that being near her makes him feel better. As long as they’re shouldering a burden together, Bellamy tends to feel better.

But Clarke has a hard time sharing those burdens.

It isn’t so much the order that people walk into the gate together that is telling so much as the parings. Kane and Abby, romantic. Nate and David Miller, father and son. Lincoln and Octavia, romantic. Raven and Wick, romantic. Jasper walks in alone, technically, signifying a fracture. Monty walks in alone.

Bellamy waits for Clarke. The same way she waited for him before.

I think we deserve a drink. Bellamy tries to reinforce that Togetherness. Hey, we can get through this.

Getting a drink together would mean... a lot. I think that, for Bellamy, it means talking about the things they had to do to save their people. Reminders that they are more than the things they have to do to survive. And even figuring out where they fit in to Arkadia together. For Clarke, it’s... the same. But she isn’t willing to share the burden.

It meant everything to him when she forgave him, so he gives her that forgiveness right back. It’s part of the unspoken contract of their relationship. Forgiveness. Dealing with these things together.

He can see that the words aren’t landing and... he’s bordering on desperate, because he doesn’t want to have to do this alone. They don’t do these things alone. They do them together.

Please come inside. Take care of them for me.

Clarke wants to bear it so they don’t have to. Bellamy wants to help her with that burden, but she’s trying to save him from the burden, too. She can’t let him share her burden, because in her mind, the things she’s done are worse than the things he’s done to survive. She let the missile drop on TonDC, she listened to someone who ended up betraying them, and everything Bellamy had to do is something she ordered. Seeing their faces every day, it’s gonna remind me of what I did to get them here. What we did. He may have helped her pull the lever, but it was her idea. It doesn’t matter how much he insists that it’s a shared burden. In her eyes, it isn’t.

This is one of the first times that they are too emotional to read each other well. The stakes are too high.

You don’t have to do this alone. Where are you gonna go?

There is one thing that I think Bellamy could have said to get her to stay. One thing that was missing from the equation. One thing that was different from when she offered him forgiveness. She told him that she needed him. Of course, she backpedaled and said we need you, but it was there. I think that he thinks that part is unspoken. The fact that he needs her is obvious to everyone. It should be obvious to her, too.

But grief and pain and trauma make it harder to see those things. All she can see is that she needs to go and that she can because she can trust him to take care of everyone else.

So she says goodbye.

Okay, so cheek kiss aside... I’M JUST KIDDING. Dudes, she freaking kissed him here. I know, I know, it’s just a cheek kiss, but come on. It’s a kiss! A lingering one at that. She puts her lips on his cheek for two entire seconds.

And this isn’t a 14 second hug, but it is a 12 second hug. Only four times the length of an average, socially-acceptable hug. Of course, these two also constantly defy personal space zones. I don’t know how I haven’t been talking more about that. They keep most people in the ‘social’ bubble while they’re constantly in each other’s ‘personal’ or ‘intimate’ bubbles. They’re only in each other’s ‘social’ bubbles when they’re fighting. And honestly, even then, it gets pretty personal.

Anyway, my point, I guess, is that this is a very romantic hug. It’s sad. Bittersweet. But it’s super romantic! Clarke works to keep her emotional walls up through this entire conversation and constantly fails. They cling to each other. One of his hands is almost in her hair. You’ll get there soon, B, I promise. She’s the one to pull away from the hug. And she turns her head away from his face very deliberately. Maybe she’s embarrassed that she kissed him? Maybe she’s worried that she’ll just kiss his face and not actually be able to leave?? Maybe I just watched the hug scene too many times while trying to write this.

This is a painful goodbye for both of them. There’s too much left unsaid. But... I think it was a bit of a betrayal when Clarke couldn’t accept Bellamy’s forgiveness. Of course, the betrayal doesn’t quite set in until she actually walks away.

May we meet again. Even then, he wants to see her again. Maybe this isn’t permanent. Maybe she just needs space and then she’ll be back.

Honestly, the most romantic thing of all is the way she’s framed walking away with him in the foreground and then vice versa, when she’s in the foreground walking away and you can see him walking into Arkadia. You can try to tell me it’s not romantic all you want, but it feels like it’s making a point of showing them walk away from each other. This choice isn’t really about her walking away from her people. It’s about her walking away from him.

Final Thoughts

I love this season for them, even if it lays the groundwork for major conflict in later seasons. Next season, specifically. We’re at a place where they both know how much they care about each other, but they were both too scared to cross that line. So, we’ve moved on from the Enemies to Friends to Lovers trope for now, because it’s a little stuck at the Friends portion, and we’re firmly in Mutual Pining. I love mutual pining.

And we’re left with three very important facts.

Clarke doesn’t think Bellamy needs her.

Bellamy is Clarke’s hope. It’ll become more clear in later seasons that the feeling is mutual, but we don’t have the facts yet.

Bellamy feels betrayed by Clarke leaving.

#BRIDGET I TYPED GUILD AGAIN AND ALMOST MISSED IT #bellarke #the 100 #minor meta and wild emotional speculation #long post #this reads a lot more like a crack post than the last one did #i'm sorry but also not #following the same trend as last time #only the first half has been edited #i didn't know how to end this #i'm so sorry #this was a little harder to write than season one's #because it feels a lot less structured #i'm going to stop complaining in the tags now #and not read the second half before i post it #i'm brave #bellarke_essays

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hyperion-moonbabe-art3mis · 5 years ago

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Virago: 02. Goggles

Summary: Y/N was sent to the ground after spending five years in the Skybox for stealing medical supplies and murder. How will she deal with her new environment and learn to survive on earth? Will she crack under the pressure of becoming a leader of the 100 or will she embrace it.

Post Date: 04.14.20

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Based off: 01x02 “Earth skills”

Masterlist

You wake up to some rustling noises from Bellamy’s little fort, signifying that he was fondling with some girl. You get up not being able to deal with the noise anymore. You walk out to find people hanging out and enjoying their newfound freedom on earth. The only person you found that wasn’t was Wells, who was holding a shovel and heading towards the outskirts of the camp.

You grab another shovel and walk up to him, “Want some help?” You ask, walking up beside him, but he ignores your question. You turn to face him, “Look, I’m sorry for what I said last night, I’m just not a fan of anyone on the Ark and I’m sorry for what happened last night… You know that I would’ve stopped it if I could.” You say.

“Then why didn’t you? You were clearly watching the whole thing. And don’t you understand that we need them to come down?” He asks, walking around you.

“What was I supposed to do against four guys? Beat them all up?” You ask following him and get no response. “I will try to keep Bellamy and his posse under control, he trusts me enough to consider my opinion. Or at least I think. I’m sorry for letting that happen. We don’t need anyone to come down, we have people here to help us survive, we can handle ourselves.”

He sighs, “ Fine, I accept your apology. Let’s just not talk about the whole wristband thing, I’ll just trust that you know what you’re doing, I guess. A little help would be nice in all honesty,” He says and gives a small smile.

We make it to the outskirts of the camp, where the bodies of the two kids who died in the Dropship were. We each dug a grave, stripped the kids of their clothes, and buried them. It wasn’t the most pleasurable experience, but it had to be done. As we walked back into the camp, Atom, Bellamy’s little henchman, asked us where we got the clothes.

“We buried the kids who died in the landing,” You respond.

“Smart, I’ll take it from here. There’s always a market for…” Atom says as he tries to take the clothes from Wells’ hands.

“We share based on need, just like back home,” Wells’ protests back and pulls away.

“You still don’t get it, do you, Chancellor? This is home now. Your father’s rules no longer apply.” Bellamy says walking out of the drop ship shirtless with a gun in his pants, the girl he was with earlier not too far behind him, they kiss before she walks away. You just roll your eyes at the sight. He walks up and takes a shirt from your arms and Well’s tries to take it back but fails as Atom holds him back.

“You want it? Take it.” Bellamy says staring right at Wells.

“Guys, this pissing contest is stupid. Let’s just drop this, please.” You say looking between both of them before Wells just throws the clothes towards the group of kids behind us. You just drop the clothes beside yourself, the kids run up next to you clamoring at them.

“Is this what you want? Chaos?” Wells asks, clearly directing it at Bellamy.

“What’s wrong with a little chaos?” Bellamy returns and you roll your eyes at him.

We hear a girl scream in the distance and start to make our way over to the source. As we file down the hill, we see Murphy holding a girl towards a fire, “ Bellamy. Check it out. We want the Ark to think that the ground is killing us, right? Figure, it’ll look better if we suffer a little bit first.” Murphy says.

“Let her go!” Wells exclaims as he runs and pushes Murphy back, making him let the girl go. “You can stop this,” He says turning to Bellamy.

“Stop this? I’m just getting started” Bellamy responds. You see Murphy get up looking like he’s about to murder Wells. Before he got to Wells, you run between him and Bellamy and punch Murphy right in the face.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that” Murphy says and starts running towards you and landing punches to your stomach. You were able to get in a few in before you noticed that he got low enough for you to pull yourself up and around his shoulders. Once you were on his shoulders, you pulled him towards the ground, slamming his body into the earth. You position yourself so you were able to give him more punches to the face before he finally seemed to give up.

You get up off the ground and catch your breath, “Don’t you see you can’t control this?” Wells says gesturing to you and Murphy. The next thing you know, you feel the blade of Murphy’s knife once again on your skin, “You’re dead,” He says menacingly next to your ear.

“You sure about that? Because I think a girl just kicked your ass.” You snicker.

“That’s it” Murphy says and you feel his blade draw my blood as he slowly drags it down your cheek.

“Wait. Fair fight.” Bellamy says and holds a knife up to you. You take it and Murphy reluctantly lets you go.

You turn to face Murphy and wait for him to make his move. He lunges at you but you avoid it and try to make a move on him, but he avoids your blade too. He lunges at you again, but you weren’t fast enough and felt the blade skim across your stomach. You take a short moment to get ahold of yourself, taking in the sting from the cut. You could feel the blood spreading on your shirt, but you didn’t stand down. Murphy once again lunges at you, but instead of getting you. You duck under his arm and pull him into the same position he had you in earlier, with your blade to his neck. Before you could inflict any pain we were interrupted by a voice across the way.

“Y/N! Let him go!” Clake yells making her way over to us with Finn following closely behind. You shove Murphy away from you. He aggressively lunges at you again, but Bellamy steps between us to stop him from getting too close. “Enough, Murphy,” He says strenuously.

“Octavia. Are you alright? Where's the food?” Bellamy says running towards Monty and Octavia, helping her over a branch.

“We didn’t make it to Mount Weather,” Finn responds.

“Well then, what the hell happened?” You asked, still breathing heavily.

“We were attacked,” Clarke responds.

“Attacked? By what?” Wells Questions.

“Not by what. Who. It turns out when the last man from the ground died on the Ark, he wasn’t the last grounder.” Finn states.

“It’s true. Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won’t kill us.” Clarke explains.

“Yeah, the bad news is the grounder’s will.” Finn finishes.

“Wheres the kid with the goggles? ummmm…. Jasper” You say a bit slower than usual.

“Jasper was hit. They took him. Where is your wristband?” Clarke says taking Wells’ wrist in her hand.

“Ask him,” He says sternly while he looks straight at Bellamy.

“How many?” Clarke asks.

“24 and counting” Murphy responds even though the question wasn’t towards him.

Clarke then goes on a little speech explaining why we were sent to the ground and Bellamy just responds back with his own little speech in rebuttal to Clarke’s. Many of the kids in the crowds agreed with Bellamy. It makes sense since the people on the Ark basically abandoned us. The kids started cheering around us as Clarke and Monty started to walk away. You started to walk away as well until you felt a wave of weakness in my body and fell to the ground. The last thing you saw was Bellamy, Clarke and Octavia huddled over me saying your name as the cheers fell silent, and then all you saw was pitch black.

You woke up lying next to Octavia as Bellamy cleaned her leg up with some water, they were talking about what attacked her, “You could’ve been killed,” He says, finishing with her leg.

“Says the person who gave me a knife to fight Murphy,” You say sitting up and glaring at Bellamy.

“She would’ve been dead if Jasper didn’t jump in to pull her out,” Clarke says walking towards us with Wells.

“Thank god you’re ok. You guys leaving? I’m coming too,” Octavia says hugging you and taking notice of the bags on Wells and Clarke.

“Ditto” You say, wanting to leave the camp.

“No. no. no way. Not again” Bellamy says to Octavia.

“He’s right. You guys would just slow us down.” Clarke says coldly looking between Octavia and me.

“I’m fine. I need to get out of this camp, I promise I won’t slow you down,” You say sternly crossing your arms and glaring at Murphy.

“Fine, but you better keep up,” Clarke says, obviously annoyed. “I’m here for you. I hear you have a gun.” Clarke says looking back at Bellamy as he pulls up his shirt to display it. “Good. Follow me,” she says walking away.

“And why would I do that?” Bellamy questions.

“Because you want them to follow you, and right now, they’re only thinking one of us is scared,” Clarke says raising an eyebrow, clearly hinting at being scared to leave the camp and walks off.

“Murphy. Come with me.” You roll your eyes at the fact that Bellamy needs him. “Atom? My sister doesn’t leave the camp. Is that clear?” Bellamy says.

You grab your jacket as Bellamy explains to Atom about his circumstances for Octavia. “Let’s go,” Bellamy says looking at you before we head towards wherever Clarke and Wells went to.

“Since when are we in rescuing business, huh?” Murphy asks as we follow Clarke and Wells.

“The Ark thinks the prince is dead. Once they think the princess is too. They’ll never come down. I’m getting that wristband, even if I have to cut off her hand to do it” Bellamy says menacingly.

“We don’t need to do that, leave it to me. I can get her wristband.” You say from behind them.

“Why do we need her Bellamy? It’s not like she’s got any real power” Murphy says in disbelief.

“She has some pull. Can I tell him or do you, “ Bellamy says.

“You really think that rumor of the reason I was thrown in the box really helps your little cause? ” You ask.

“I’m sure people are hesitant to get to know you because of it. So I’m sure people knowing, will get them to see you as someone who can lead them” Bellamy says.

“I’m curious now, please enlighten me” Murphy responds.

“If you really want to know. I --I killed three guards when I was like...12 years old. That’s why I was in there for so long. The rumor is true” You respond hesitantly since you don’t really like telling the full details.

“Alone?” Murphy says stopping in his tracks.

“Yep. They had already floated my dad for stealing meds. And they were going to arrest me for the same. I was pissed at the people on the Ark, so I lashed out leading me to kill three guards. I know I was a kid but I’m surprised they didn’t just float me then.” You say choking on some words while you walked past both Bellamy and Murphy.

“I can see why that might have some pull,” You hear Murphy say quietly behind me to Bellamy.

“Yeh” You hear Bellamy say with some sadness in his voice. I’m sure it’s because he understands what it feels like to lose parents, considering his own mom was floated for having his sister.

“Quick, question. Why do you think that I’ll help you gain any sort of control? Do you think people will listen to me out of fear?” You turn around facing both Murphy and Bellamy.

“It's the only…” Bellamy starts.

“It’s not. I’m not gonna use people’s fear of me from a ‘rumor’ just to get them behind your cause. I know that someone needs to take charge of this group, but I’ll let them decide if they will let me. I know they’re already behind you. So what is my part in this?” You ask not letting them continue to walk. Bellamy doesn’t give you a response, so you just walk away, trying to catch up to Clarke and Wells.

“Hey, hold up. What’s the rush? You don’t survive a spear through the heart.” Bellamy says catching up to you guys with his gun in hand.

“Put the gun away, Bellamy,” Wells says getting close to Bellamy, but Murphy pushes him away, “Well, why don’t you do something about it, huh?”

“Jasper screamed when they moved him. If the spear struck his heart, he’d have died instantly. It doesn’t mean we have time to waste,” Clarke confirms Jasper is alive.

“As soon as you take this wristband off. We can go,” Bellamy grabs Clarke’s right wrist.

“Bellamy, stop,” You say.

“The only way the Ark is gonna think I’m dead is if I’m dead. Got it?” Clarke pulls her wrist away and gets closer to Bellamy trying to intimidate him, you guess.

“Brave Princess,” Is all Bellamy says in response and you just shake your head annoyed. As much as you want the Ark to think we’re not surviving, you’d rather not force people to take their wristbands off.

“Hey, why don’t you find your own nickname?” Finn says walking up behind us. “You call this a rescue party? Got to split up, cover more ground. Clarke, Y/N, come with me.” He says before walking off with Clarke. You just glare at Bellamy before following them.

“So Y/N, not to intrude or anything, but I’ve been wondering. Is that rumor about you killing three guards true or all fake?” Finn asks you as you guys walk through the woods.

“Does it matter?” You respond.

“Well, I’d just like to know. I mean everyone knows that you were in lockup since you were 12, but it’s hard to believe that someone at that age was able to do that. So just being curious.” He responds.

“If you’d really like to know. Yes, I was pissed at the Council. They betrayed my parents who were close to them. Your mom Clarke, betrayed my parents. I just broke.” You explain.

“I can’t speak for my mom, but I understand. My mom did the same thing to my father, she disagreed with my father about going public about the fact that the Ark was dying,” She explains.

We continue through the forest on the path that they went on before, “I’ve been thinking about Mount Weather. How come they didn’t attack until Jasper crossed the river? It’s not like we were being quiet and they didn’t know we were there.” Finn questions.

“They waited for us to cross. The rivers a boundary.” Clarke realizes why.

“Which means Mount Weather is off-limits, huh. How are we gonna get supplies?” You ask. Finn runs off a few feet ahead of you guys, you and Clarke just look at each other before following.

You find Finn staring at a waterfall, “Well, at least we don’t have to worry about water,” Clarke points out. You all walk into the pool of water, you stand off to the side as Finn bathes himself in it and Clarke collects some to drink. Finn then splashes both you and Clarke, who doesn’t seem happy about it.

“Come on, Finn. We don’t have time for this,” Clarke says annoyed.

“Clarke, we can take a small break. We’ve been walking for hours.” You respond, walking further into the water.

“I’ll take a break when we find Jasper, come on,” She says sternly. Finn starts to walk closer to her, splashing and pulls her into the deeper water. She gets even more pissed as Finn and you laugh.

She calms down as she realizes how nice the water feels, “Okay. Maybe just a minute.” Finn and Clarke talk for a little while you swim around a bit. Clarke starts to make her way over to the other side of the pool of water, Finn and you follow her.

Once you guys make your way over, you notice the massive blood spots of the rocks. You look around a bit more and notice something near the tree at the bottom of the rocks. You bend down and pull out Jasper’s goggles. “Jasper. He was here,” Clarke says looking at the goggles in your hands.

“We should get the others,” Clarke says. Finn bends down and rubs his finger over some blood, which covers his fingers, “We’re close.”

We get Clarke’s backpack and make our way back to Bellamy, Wells, and Murphy. Once we meet up we continue to follow Jasper’s blood trail, “Hey, how do we know this is the right way?” Murphy asks from beside Bellamy.

“We don’t. Spacewalker thinks he’s a tracker.” Bellamy responds.

“It’s called ‘cutting sign’ Fourth-year Earth Skills. He’s good.” Wells explains.

“You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?” Finn threatens. He walks up to a plant and notices that it has broken and leans down to the ground and finds more blood on the rocks.

“See? You’re invisible.” Bellamy leans over to Wells. You just look at him confused but decide not to start anything. You then hear a moan of pain off in the distance, “What the hell was that?” Murphy questions.

“Now would be a good time to take out that gun,” You say looking over at Bellamy. You guys make your way over to where the moans are coming from. You find Jasper hung up on a tree, bloody. Clarke rushes over towards Jasper until something breaks below her and she falls into a pit, but Bellamy grabs her arm.

Bellamy lets her hang there as you guys all scream to tell him to pull her up. You know that Bellamy is contemplating just letting her fall to her death. You and everyone else then rushed over to help Bellamy pull Clarke up. You wrap your hand around his, which is holding Clarke’s, and pull. You just look over at him and shake your head in disapproval.

“We need to get him down,” Clarke breaths heavily.

“I’ll climb up there and cut the vines,” Finn says walking off.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m with you,” Wells says following before Finn tells him to stay with Clarke, tells him to watch Bellamy, and tells Murphy to help him.

“There’s a poultice on his wound.” Clarke points out the green stuff on Jasper’s chest.

“Medicine? Why help him when he’s just gonna be strung up like that?” You question.

“Maybe what they’re trying to catch likes its dinner to be breathing.” Bellamy states.

“Maybe what they’re trying to catch is us.” Finn points out.

“Why would they want to catch us? I mean we probably wouldn’t be of any use to them.” You say. Finn and Murphy climb the tree and begin to cut the vines. You guys hear some growling and see a jaguar running towards Clarke, “Bellamy, gun!” She says.

You see Bellamy trying to find the gun but there’s nothing in his pants, you hear gunshots fired and notice that its Wells firing. He lands one shot on the jaguar, but it doesn’t stop it. You hear its growl as it makes its way through the plants. You and Bellamy turn around each other trying to find it. It becomes silent until it jumps at you. Wells shoots it as it leaps towards you and it falls to the ground. You stumble back into Bellamy’s arms.

Wells drops the gun, “Now she sees you,” Bellamy says, helping you out of his arms.

After you take a moment to process what had just happened you notice a scratch from the jaguar on your upper arm, “Hey are you okay?” Bellamy takes your arm into his hand to look at the scratch.

“I’m fine” You pull it away and go to help get Jasper down from the tree.

Bellamy and Murphy wrap the jaguar in a tarp and carry it as Finn and Wells take Jasper. You guys start to make your way back to the camp, “Hey, you should get that cleaned when we get back, I can help you” Clarke says walking next to you.

“Let’s take care of Jasper first. He needs it more than me,” You say looking back at Finn and Wells carrying him.

It takes until night fall to get back to the camp. Once you make it, you follow Clarke into the Dropship. You hear whoops and cheers as Bellamy takes the credit for bringing the food back when you know Wells is the one that killed the jaguar. Finn and Clarke take care of Jasper as you tend to your own wound. Once you’re done, you walk out of the Dropship and see that the kids are taking their wristbands off for food.

You walk up to Bellamy and he hands you a stick with the meat on it, “Good game plan, worth it,” You say taking a bite of the meat.

You notice Finn walk over and grab two sticks of meat, “Whoa, Woah. Wait, wait, wait. What you think you play by different rules?” Murphy questions him.

“I thought there were no rules,” Finn responds with a blank face and walks away. A kid that hasn’t taken his wristband off then walks up to grab a piece of meat. Bellamy punches the kid in the face, sending him to the ground and walks away.

After a while, you find yourself sitting alone against a tree, wanting to get away from the craziness in camp. “You know, you shouldn’t be out here alone,” Bellamy says sitting down next to you.

“Yeh, says who,” You chuckle. “I just needed to get away. You know, I thought that after being in solitary for so long, I would want to be around people. But all I want now is alone time, you can’t really get that here,”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, then. Don’t want to disturb your alone time. Be safe,” He says and starts to get up.

“No, your company is nice. Stay for a bit, enjoy the peace,” You say grabbing his sleeve, he sits back down next to you.

“How’s your arm? And your stomach?” He asks breaking the silence.

“They’re fine. My stomach hurts more than my arm. But I’ll live,” You respond. “If we really want to stop the Ark from coming down, we’ve gotta come up with a better plan.” You point out.

“Yeh, well enlighten me,”

“I’m not sure yet, but we’ll figure it out. We can’t survive if we’re all at each other’s throats,” You say resting your head on Bellamy’s shoulder.

A/N: So I know it's a couple days late than the day I wanted to get it out, but here's part 2 of Virago. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist. I hope you enjoyed it, lmk what you think of the series so far! Thanks for reading.

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P.S. Anyone reading “Caught In Between” the next part will be up this Sunday

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pretend-writer · 5 years ago

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All This Time (Bellamy Blake x reader)

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Summary: Y/N finds out that Bellamy has been lying to her the whole time.

Title Reference: All This Time x Joe Jonas

Word Count: 836 words

Warning: swearing

Note: angst

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Bellamy and I both laughed as we starred at the stars that surrounded the Ark. It was times like this when I didn't mind overnight shifts guarding the dropship from the grounders.

After being sent to the ground, Bellamy and I had a rough start. He bossed everyone around and made them follow his rules. I, on the other hand didn't listen to him.

Since I never went by his laws that he enforced on everyone, Bellamy and I constantly clashed. I never agreed with his beliefs and he hated that.

Especially when he wanted to take my bracelet off that tracked us in the Ark, he was furious with me. I could never take it off; I believed that someone in the Ark was going to save us all some day.

Even with all the disagreements that we had, Bellamy finally tore down his walls and accepted my beliefs. Ever since then, we've became closer; probably too close because I started to fall for him.

'You think there's microphones on the bracelets?' Bellamy chuckled. 'Knowing how they are up in the Ark, I wouldn't be surprised if they tracked out voices too.'

While rubbing my hands near the camp fire, I tried cozying up. 'I hope not. Otherwise it means that they're hearing all of the fighting with the grounders and they're okay with it.'

'Well, isn't what the Ark is all about? Doing what they want to do.'

I looked over at him and smirked, 'Sounds like someone I know.'

'Alright, I deserve that.' Bellamy sarcastically rolled his eyes. 'I'm sorry by the way.'

'For what?'

'Being a dick and a selfish prick.'

As I met my eyes with Bellamy, I gave him a sincere and serious look. 'Time after time, I realized you were doing it for your sister. Sure, I didn't agree with how you handled it but your heart was in the right place.'

He eyed me back with seriousness and a slight smile, it kind of made my heart flutter. The way the campfire made his face glow was beautiful. I couldn't believe that this guy was someone I hated not so long ago.

'You're a great person, you know that?'

'How so? It's the honest truth.'

Bellamy sighed, 'I was mean to everybody, especially you. Yet, you're okay with how I treated you.'

'I'm not exactly okay with it but it was your way of protecting Octavia. What matter is that you changed and now you're nice to me.' I giggled.

'That's the thing, I haven't changed.' He chuckled sarcastically as he covered his face with his palms, showing frustration.

'What are you talki-'

He cut me off, 'You're making this so hard on me.'

'Bell?' I asked him, grabbing on to his arm to try to comfort him.

'It was all a lie okay? At least it started with a lie.'

My brows furrowed, confused on what was happening. 'I don't understand.'

'In the beginning, I tried playing nice so I was able to get you to slowly trust me. That way-'

'You'd have my bracelet...' I finished his sentence as I slowly let go of him. I stood up instantly but I didn't know whether to run away to cry or punch him in the face.

Before I was able to do anything, he grabbed onto my arm. 'Look, I'm sorry Y/N. I feel terrible which is why I had to tell you the truth.'

'The only reason why you told me was because you thought it would be better coming out of your mouth than for me to find out elsewhere.'

I didn't think that I was able to be angrier at him than I was before. Perhaps it was because now, I had an emotional connection with him. Or I thought we did.

'Y/N, please forgive me. I promise it's different now. The plan didn't even continue because I don't even want your bracelet anymore.'

'To think that you out of all people were someone I thought had good in their heart. I was dead wrong.' I shook my head and walked the other way.

Bellamy followed me, despite me not looking back at him. 'Y/N, don't do this please.'

'You did this to yourself.' I continued walking, hoping that he'd stop talking and give up.

'Y/N.' He tried getting my attention but failed. 'I-I love you.'

My first reaction was to turn around and yell at him. 'Bullshit! Stop using excuses and just own up to it.'

'I'm telling you the truth.' Bellamy's eyes were starting to get watery from tears, 'I couldn't tell you because I didn't want to hurt you and now I just had to-'

'Stop!' I shouted, 'I'm done. I gave you a chance and now I can't trust you, Bellamy. And now, you're trying to toy with my emotions.'

He shook his head, wanting to say something but didn't know what to say. Instead, he sighed.

'Goodbye, Bellamy.' I turned back around and kept walking.

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naireides · 5 years ago

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Bellarke + forehead kisses sfw pls

it’s been 10 months and i’m sorry so pls enjoy this 5k fluff fest as i grovel for forgiveness.

5 times bellamy kisses clarke’s forehead + 1 time he doesn’t

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(i)

Earth, he’s beginning to realise, is a bitch of a planet.

Everything on it tries to kill them. Sure, they were taught that the earth is a sometimes dangerous place back in Earth Skills on the Ark, but there’s a difference between reading about unfavourable weather conditions and getting nailed in the head by a golf ball sized piece of hail. Or trying to avoid being eaten by animals. And plants. Because apparently even the goddamn plants have evolved to crave the taste of human flesh on this hellscape. Bellamy hates it. All of it.

“I think if we ration our tubers and limit meat to twice a week, we should be able to make it through the winter,” Clarke says, nibbling absentmindedly on a hangnail as she looks over their inventory list. “Assuming winter is fourteen weeks at most.”

“I wouldn’t want to assume anything if I were you,” Bellamy says darkly, thinking off all the ways the earth could once again screw them over.

They’re in his tent, looking over supply numbers as they try to hash out just what they might need to stay alive for this winter, their very first one on earth. They’ve been at it for hours, the sun long having set, and they’re forced to work by candlelight. Bellamy finds himself squinting at Clarke’s carefully made lists and calculations.

She sighs, rubbing at her neck. “I hate all of this uncertainty. All of our books on climate and weather patterns are from over a hundred years ago, and that’s before a nuclear armageddon happened.”

Clarke looks defeated for the first time since they’ve started all this and Bellamy, despite himself, feels sorry for her. They’re not friends, not really, but they are co leaders and he depends on her like no other. So to see her like this, head hung long and purple bruises under her eyes from lack of sleep, worries him.

She’s worn herself thin trying to take care of all their people, him too, but Bellamy is a bit more adept at hiding it than she is. Sure, he’s exhausted and anyone who cares to study his face for two seconds might see a hint of it shining through, but Clarke looks like someone has wrung her dry.

“How many hunting trips do you have scheduled between now and when you think we should close the gates?” he asks.

“three a week. Why?”

“If we bump it up to every other day we should be able to collect some more meat. Maybe start laying some more traps a bit further out,” he tells her, looking over their weathered map that’s spread across his table. “Also maybe go back to the bunk and check out its surroundings when we’re not high.”

She worries her lip, glancing back down at their notes. “Maybe. But then we’d have to rework the hunting groups so no one gets too burnt out.”

“I think they’ll be fine upping from once a week to twice a week, princess,” he says and she rolls her eyes at him.

“I’m just saying. If they’re tired, they’ll make more mistakes. And if they make more mistakes then that’s more work for me.”

“A little work won’t kill you, princess,” he teases and she kicks him, biting back a smile.

“You’re such a dick,” she says, but there’s no heat behind it and it’s quickly followed by a yawn that she tries and fails to muffle.

“Go get some rest Clarke,” he says, pressing his shoulder into hers. “I can handle remaking the groups by myself. You look like you’re about to keel over.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” she promises, even after she tries to smother another yawn. “I don’t want to leave you to do all the work on your own.”

Bellamy just rolls his eyes and let’s her stay because he’s long learnt that Clarke Griffin is stubborn. Sometimes he has to pick his battles and fighting with her about going to bed when they’re both tired is a battle he’d gladly let her win.

Of course, he’s ultimately proven right when, just half an hour later, she’s asleep, head pillowed on her bicep and mouth open a little bit as she snores softly.

It doesn’t take long to redo the groups and he was looking forward to collapsing in bed when all of this was over, but now he has Clarke to deal with. He could wake her up and send her off to her own tent, but he saw the bags under her eyes, he knows just how tired she is and he can’t find it in himself to wake her up, not when she’s looking all peaceful like that.

So instead Bellamy sighs and scoops her up in his arms and deposits her in his own bed because despite everything, he’s a good guy and chivalry’s not dead, not yet anyway.

It’s a testament to how exhausted she is that she doesn’t even grumble when he lifts her up. He pulls off her shoes and hesitates for a second before taking off her outer jacket, and then tucks her into his bed, brushing a quick kiss against her forehead as he goes.

He doesn’t realise what he did until he’s turned away, halfway through with getting undressed himself, when he freezes.

Back on the Ark, Octavia used to have a habit of falling asleep everywhere and Bellamy would be the one to pick her up and tuck her into his bed, always pressing a kiss to the centre of her forehead in goodnight. It was just a habit.

He glances over his shoulder at Clarke, who was still fast asleep and it makes him relax, just a little.

It’s late and he’s tired and he chalks it up to muscle memory. It doesn’t mean anything.

He keeps telling himself this as he settles on the hard packed dirt floor with nothing but a single blanket while Clarke hogs the bed up top.

It doesn’t mean anything.

(ii)

The day that the last of the snow thaws, they decide to have a party.

Or rather, it’s Monty and Jasper’s idea to have a party. He doesn’t know how, but they managed to brew an entirely new vat of moonshine during the winter and they were more than excited to introduce it to the crowds tonight. The prospect of new booze alone was enough to get almost the entire camp to agree with them and Bellamy and Clarke found themselves outnumbered.

“It’s a goddamn mutiny,” he grumbles as he watches them set up, hacking at firewood and making several trips to the river to get enough drinking water. There was even talk of a foraging group heading out to find whatever nuts and berries they could scrounge up and Clarke put a stop to that quickly, reminding them that all groups to leave the camp walls had to be approved by either her or Bellamy.

“I don’t know, maybe it might be fun,” she says, standing next to him at the door to the Dropship. “Everyone’s been cooped up indoors for months on end, this could be a little community boosting morale.”

He sniffs, not quite agreeing with her. “I hope you remember that when you have to deal with those drunk bastards injuring themselves later tonight.”

Of course, it would be just his luck that a few hours after saying that, he turns out to be one of those drunk bastards himself.

Bellamy’s not really a huge drinker.

He’d had a drink ever so often of course, because really, sometimes in order to survive this bitch of an earth you need a fucking drink, but he’s always considered himself a social drinker. Most of the time he’s sat with Clarke, nursing a cup of moonshine as they work out schedules or just talk about their days while she cleans the medbay or he checks all the guns. He’d even consider them to be friends now because of that if he was being honest.

Still, whether it was him and Clarke, or just shooting the shit with the boys around the fire, Bellamy usually limits himself to one, maybe two cups of Monty’s special brew and makes sure that he doesn’t have anything more than a slight buzz.

Today of course is another story.

He blames Monty’s moonshine for this.

The winter batch had tasted good. Too good. It was leagues better than all of the previous batches, smoother, and tasted vaguely like berries, and Bellamy found himself playing goddamn drinking games with the thing. Before he knew it he was at least five cups in and when he went to grab his knife to cut something in two, it slipped out of his grasp and he caught it by wrapping his fist around the blade, realising belatedly that that probably wasn’t the best idea.

“I cannot believe you sliced your palm open with your hunting knife,” Clarke huffs, bending over his palm to clean it.

“‘S an accident,” he mumbles, glaring at a spot on the wall, trying not to wince as she douses it with antiseptic.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“How come you’re not out there? Having fun?” he asks, squinting at her. All the alcohol is making his brain weird and his eyes go crisscross, the harsh fluorescent lighting of the dropship suddenly surrounding her like a halo.

Not a princess, his drunk addled brain thinks as he looks at her, an angel.

Bellamy’s too caught up with his thoughts that he realises that she’s remaining remarkably quiet as tends to his wound.

“Clarke?” he prompts, and she jumps, a flush appearing high on her cheeks.

“Oh! Uh, sorry, I zoned out for a sec there,” she says, not meeting his eye. “I don’t know… I guess I just wasn’t feeling up to it.”

Bellamy might be drunk, but he still knows how to spot a lie.

“Really.”

“Mhmm.”

“You sure you don’t wanna try that again? Make it a little more believable this time?”

Clarke sighs, grabbing the bandages from a nearby shelf. “Look, Bellamy, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

He’s not sure he wants to drop it, not when something is very clearly bothering her, but then she looks up at him with those large pleading eyes and all his resolve just crumbles away, and he finds himself bending to her will.

“Fine,” he sighs, holding his palm steady so she could wrap the bandages around it. “But you know that you can talk to me, right? About anything?”

It gets a small smile out of her. “Yeah, Bell, I know,” she says, tying off the end. “There. Good to go.”

He jumps off the stool, landing toe to toe with her, wobbling a bit as he goes. He doesn’t pay attention to the way her breath catches when he suddenly invades her space, too busy frowning at the way his limbs don’t seem to want to cooperate.

When his arms finally start back listening to him, Bellamy cups the back of her head and drops a sloppy kiss to her forehead.

“Thanks, princess,” he says when he pulls back, leaving her shell shocked and standing in the middle of the med bay.

By the time his brain realises what has just happened, he’s already halfway across the campground, almost near to the large bonfire that they have going. He glances back in the direction of the dropship and he sees her standing at the entrance, looking out at the crowd, and if Bellamy squints, he could just make out the pretty blush that stains her cheeks, the one that’s not caused by the cold.

(iii)

Two years on the ground and death never gets easier.

He gets the news from Monty who hears it from Harper and he drops everything to go over to Clarke’s tent and check up on her.

It’s dark inside and he almost misses her, nothing but a shapeless lump underneath all the blankets, but then she sniffles and his heartbreaks.

“Hey princess,” he says sadly as he toes off his boots, crawling into bed with her. Clarke rolls into him almost immediately, a choked sob escaping past her lips as she buries her face in the crook of his neck and he drops a kiss on her temple. “I had what happened with Jack and Elise. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

Jack and Elise weren’t the first couple to get pregnant on the ground, but they were the first complicated pregnancy that Clarke had to deal with, everything from preeclampsia to placental abruption.

“I couldn’t do anything,” she sniffs, curling closer to him. “The baby… she was too early. Her lungs weren’t fully developed and she couldn’t breath and I–”

Bellamy just holds her as she starts to cry again, his face pressed to the crown of her head as he whispered unheard platitudes.

It’s times like this he feels so helpless with Clarke, because nothing that he could say or do would reverse the trauma she had to go through. And it hurts that all he’s able to do for her is this, just holding her while she breaks down, but he wouldn’t be anywhere else.

“Jack begged me to keep going,” she says after some time, when she calms down a little. “He told me to keep going but there wasn’t anything that I could do. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to look at them after this.”

“Clarke,” he murmurs, wiping away the tears from her cheeks. “It’s not your fault. You can’t save everyone.”

“I know,” she sighs, his t-shirt clutched in her clenched fist. “It just– It sucks you know? To be useless like that.”

“You’re not useless.”

“I feel useless.”

“Clarke Griffin, you are one of the bravest, smartest, most compassionate people I know,” he tells her. “You helped me run a camp full of teenagers, hell, you still help me try and build us a fucking society out of nothing except some sticks and mud. You run a medbay despite having almost no formal training and yet almost all of us are still alive.”

She sniffs again and he looks her directly in the eye as he says, “You’re an amazing woman, Clarke Griffin, and don’t you forget it.”

Even in the dark he can see the way her skin pinks at the compliment and she drops her gaze even as she cuddles closer to him.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“Anytime.”

The hand curled around his t-shirt on his chest tightens a little and she says, “Will you stay with me?”

He drops a quick kiss to her forehead. “For as long as you want me.”

(iv)

Bellamy’s not sure when the forehead kisses become a normal thing between them, but he’s not questioning it.

It’s comforting he thinks, to have someone like that in your life.Bellamy kisses her forehead when she does things like bring him lunch to share in the guard quarters or get him a new book whenever they find a new bunker.

She’s started kissing his cheek too, whenever she feels like it. When he comes back from a two day long hunting trip, when he finds those daisies she likes growing by the river bank so he brings her back a cluster, when it’s late and they’re working on the layout of their little community.

The third winter they spend on the ground brings a snowstorm, damaging some tents, including Clarke’s, so she moves in with Bellamy.

It’s only logical really.

They spend most of their free time together anyway, and Clarke doesn’t even ask, just brings a box of her stuff over to his tent and tells him that she’s staying here now.

They’ve always taken care of each other but now, living together like this, it takes on a new layer of intimacy.

They share his bed so he makes sure that there are hot stones underneath it at night to keep them warm. Clarke does his laundry with hers and makes sure to always bring back a clean bucket of river water for them to sponge off with. He darns all the holes in her socks and she makes sure to bring his dinner to the tent if he has a late shift.

Bellamy gets to wake up with Clarke in the morning and go to bed with her at night. She gets to see his body, to catalogue all of his scars– most of which she stitched up– and he’s the one she gives her first ever tattoo to when they’re both a little drunk and giggly one night.

He presses a kiss to her forehead every morning before she leaves and if he’s there when she comes home, she greets him with a peck on the cheek.

Bellamy doesn’t really know when he fell in love with Clarke Griffin. It wasn’t immediate or some sort of life changing experience, instead it was a gentle and slow descent over early morning tea and late night disputes over scheduling. It was the slow building of a puzzle, pieces falling into place at their own speed and when it was done, it left a masterpiece behind.

He doesn’t know when it happened, but he knows that it was when they started living together that he realised. That the sudden surge of warmth and affection in his chest whenever he saw her was because of that.

Clarke loves him too, he thinks. He can tell she does by the way she traces his freckles in the mornings, outlining a new picture everyday. She loves him when she steals extra strawberries from the kitchens because she knows those are his favourite fruit. She loves him when she packs his hunting bag, slipping in an extra packet of rations and a first aid kit because he always forgets to look out for himself.

He loves Clarke and Clarke loves him, and even though they haven’t said it, actions speak louder than words, and they’re more than content to keep living just like that.

And then, one morning when he leans in to give her her customary forehead kiss for the day, she lifts her head at the exact same time and he ends up kissing her on the mouth.

It’s brief and chaste and dry, and they both freeze when they realise what’s happened, but Bellamy isn’t scared and neither is Clarke.

Instead, she smiles at him, big and toothy, and loops an arm around his neck to kiss him properly and Bellamy lets her, one hand cupping her jaw and the other on her waist.

He lets her kiss him and lets himself kiss back because, after years of fighting on the ground, all the pain and sorrow and hurt that came with it, they’ve earned this one right to be selfish, to do something that makes them happy without worrying about anyone else.

And Clarke Griffin makes him pretty damn happy.

(v)

Clarke has been acting weird lately.

Bellamy doesn’t notice it right away, but it steadily creeps up on him, the way she seems so tired lately, not eating much and shying away from his touch.

They’ve been together for just over a year now and he was building them a cabin, finally. They were still one of the few who were living in tents which, honestly he didn’t mind. At first other things needed building, like a proper medbay and kitchen area, and as a group of kids who weren’t skilled in construction, it took them almost a year to get that done. Once they figured it out they started building cabins and little cottages, each one taking somewhere between a month to two months to complete, depending on the weather and the availability of resources.

Bellamy’s never really been in a rush to get a cabin. In his mind there were other people who deserved it more, like those with kids and babies. But, after being on the ground for about four years now and most of their population settled quietly, he figures it’s time to build his own.

Clarke was ecstatic of course, drawing out several blueprints and floor plans for him to follow and he couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm to help build a place to call their own.

Now though she seems more like a ghost than anything else, offering up no comments or suggestions about where to put the windows and how big she wants the kitchen.

“You okay?” Bellamy asks one day while he’s working on the roof. She’s supposed to be passing him nails but more than once already he’s had to call her name several times just to get her attention. “You seem off.”

“Huh? Oh no, I’m fine,” she waves him off with a careful smile. “Just feeling a little bit under the weather. Probably something I ate.”

Bellamy bites his tongue to keep from reminding her that they share almost all their meals together and if something affected her, it would have probably affected him too.

But he lets her keep her secrets, knowing the more he pushed, the more she would clam up, leading to an argument between them.

So instead he just shrugs and says, “Hand me that pair of pliers,” dropping the subject.

Of course, he ends up picking it back up again merely a week later when he shows up for lunch at the medbay and Harper tells him that Clarke was sent home early because she threw up.

“Clarke what the fuck,” he announces as he stomps into their tent just five minutes later.

She’s sitting cross legged on their bed eating some fruit and she winces when he comes in.

“Hey Bellamy,” she sighs, sounding resigned.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I must have just eaten–”

“Bullshit,” he snaps, cutting her off.

She lifts an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“I said that’s bullshit.” He crosses his arms over his chest and glares at her. To anyone else he would look intimidating but Clarke just rolls her eyes at his antics. “You and I eat the same thing all the time and I’m fine so you can cut the crap about ‘oh I probably ate something.’ You’ve been like this for weeks.”

“Look it’s nothing okay, I’m dealing with it.”

“Are you saying there’s something to deal with?” he asks, leveling her with a hard glare. “Are you sick, princess?”

“No, I’m not sick,” she says in a small voice struggling to meet his eye and he takes a few steps forward, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“Then what’s going on, babe? Something’s clearly wrong and I wish you’d just talk to me about it,” he says softly, rubbing little circles into the tight muscles he finds there. “You know you can tell me anything.”

Clarke leans into his touch, shuddering a little as she takes a deep breath.

“I haven’t gotten my period in two months,” she blurts out, “At first I didn’t really take it on because my cycles never really been regular on the ground, but then I started feeling really tired all the time and nauseous no matter what I ate and my boobs hurt and I– I think I might be pregnant?”

She phrases it as a question, biting down on her lip as she looks up at him and well, Bellamy–

“Pregnant?” he says, voice coming out all choked up.

“I haven’t done a test as yet but. Probably?”

He collapses onto the bed next to her and scrubs a hand down his face. All of this doesn’t feel entirely real to him, it can’t be real, he can’t be so lucky to fall in love with someone as perfect as Clarke Griffin, to start a family with her. It all just feels like a dream that he’s going to wake up from at any given moment.

Of course, all of that comes to a grinding halt when he realises that this is his dream, and Clarke has been remarkably quiet since she told him all of this.

He swallows.

“Do you, um, do you want to keep the baby?” he asks, looking over at her.

Her brow furrows. “Do you want me to keep the baby?”

“Doesn’t matter what I want, princess,” he says with a rueful smile, “You’re the one who’ll have to grow a whole new human and give birth to it in nine months.”

She’s quiet for a good while.

Bellamy tries to keep his face completely blank as she thinks it over, trying not to show just how nervous he felt, just how fast his heart is beating as she silently debates with herself. It’s a big decision to make and although he knows which outcome he wants, he also knows that at the end of the day, Clarke is what he wants first and foremost.

“Maybe seven actually,” she says quietly after a while, playing with the torn hem of her shirt. “Since I missed two periods already then it could be seven months left.”

Seven months.

In just over half a year they could have a baby, a small little thing that maybe has his hair and her eyes if they’re lucky, a small little thing that’s just theirs.

He has to try very hard to keep from smiling.

“Do you think it’s too soon?” she asks, finally looking back at him with glassy eyes. “I mean, we’ve only been together for a year. Do you really want to have a baby with me?”

“Clarke Griffin,” he says, quiet, solemn, as he gently thumbs her bottom lip from where she was anxiously biting down on it, “I want to have all the babies with you, if you’d let me.”

It gets a giggle out of her and he grins back, both of their eyes suddenly watery, and she laughs again, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Bell, we’re having a baby,” she says giddily, hugging him tight. He can feel the wetness from her tears leaking through his t-shirt but he can’t bring himself to care, not when he’s also crying a little bit too.

He presses a sloppy kiss to her forehead, a little off centre, but still enough to make her laugh even more, even as she sniffles a bit.

“Yeah, Clarke, we’re having a baby.”

(+i)

Bellamy doesn’t think he’s ever been as scared in his life as the day Clarke goes into labour.

It’s winter time, one of the coldest days yet, and her water bursts early in the morning, sending them both scrambling.

She’s in labour for thirty fucking hours, first making him walk with her at least fifty times around their little community to get the contractions going, and then crushing all the bones in his hand when it’s finally time to push.

It’s simultaneously the scariest and most awe-inspiring thing he’s ever seen, and god, he knows that Clarke is tough as shit, but this is next level, and he’s fairly certain that he’s never been more in love with her than in this moment.

She gives one last push and collapses against him all sweaty and tired with tear tracks down her cheeks, but all of that doesn’t matter, not when Harper is holding a slimy red shrieking thing and then Clarke starts to cry too.

“Bell, Bell look,” she blubbers as she holds their baby to her chest, acting as though he’s been doing anything but looking ever since she entered the world. “Look at her. Look at our baby.”

“I see her, princess,” he manages to choke out, still staring in awe at their daughter. His hand is shaking as he reaches over to run a finger down her cheek. She’s stopped crying, just snuffling lightly against Clarke’s chest and he can’t believe that this is real, that she is real. “She’s perfect.”

Clarke somehow finds the energy to flash a weary smirk at him, “Of course she’s perfect. She’s ours.”

He can’t help but laugh and lean across to kiss her, hard and bit messy and perhaps a bit too intense for the delivery room of their little medbay, but Bellamy doesn’t care, not when Clarke, his gorgeous, strong, amazing Clarke, just gave birth to their baby.

“I love you,” he tells her, their foreheads pressed together, “So much.”

“I love you too,” she replies, flashing him that soft smile, the one that’s reserved just for him and now their daughter, and she cups his cheek.

Later, when all of their guests and wellwishers have finally left, and Clarke is asleep, getting some well deserved rest, Bellamy is left holding their baby.

He held her earlier of course, but it still doesn’t feel quite real as yet, standing by the window in their bedroom and looking out at the night sky with his daughter safely in his arms.

They named her Julia, after something Clarke read in a book once. Bellamy just thought the name was pretty.

Julia is awake, staring up at him with wide, curious eyes. She has his colouring, all dark hair and dark eyes and tanned skin, but her face is undeniably Clarke’s. It’s like she’s a perfect mix of the two of them.

“When you get a little bit older, I’ll tell you about the stories that were written into the stars,” he whispers to her, “The greek ones and the romans ones and of course, the ones about your mom.” He glances over to where Clarke is sleeping, mouth agape and drooling slightly on his pillow, and he smiles. “She’s a pretty badass woman.”

Julia gurgles in response and he takes that as her agreement.

He stands there a while longer, gently bouncing her while humming an old song from the Ark under his breath until she falls asleep.

Just like her mother, Julia sleeps with her little mouth open, and it draws another smile from him.

Ever so gently, he brushes back the little patch of dark, downy hair that covers her head and presses a soft kiss to her forehead, taking care not to wake her before placing her in the cot. It’s right next to their bed, next to Clarke, and for a moment he just stares at them, his two girls, his chest feeling tight with emotion.

He never thought he’d get something like this, a family of his own, but he does and now, lying next to the woman he loves while their daughter sleeps only a few feet away, well, he doesn’t think much more could top that.

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bellamyblake · 5 years ago

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For the prompt: “Are you cold? Then why are you shivering?”

A/N: Hey, guys! Something short I wrote the other day following a prompt I stumbled upon. There’s a part 2 I finished today that mirrors this one, only it’s about Bell being sick! Thanks for reading!

Things at camp were never calm.

There could be less busy days or extremely horrible days but there was never peaceful days, at least not for Bellamy and Clarke.

Despite their mutual disagreement they worked very well especially during the hard days and without having to say so they were always there for each other, taking off some of the weight or forcing the other to take a few minutes off before completely going insane.

So when Bellamy starts feeling a headache forming before it’s even noon, he’s pissed off because there’s no sight of his princess and things were piling up at camp-kids ran from every direction asking him about hunting, water, wood chopping, herbs gathering and who’s to stand on watch today and he felt like digging a hole in the ground and hiding in it;

Finally, when he snaps at Jasper who has decided that now is the time to ask about whether or not he and Monty can make more moonshine using the fire in the middle of camp and Bellamy gives him a hard “No!” and a speech that makes the kid’s eyes fill with tears, he decides it’s time to find Clarke;

He checks her tent, then the mess hall in case she miraculously decided to get lunch on her own without him having to shove her down there before finally heading to check the dropship.

After calling her name a couple of times, he hears some commotion in the stock room where they kept all the medical herbs and supplies and finds her curled up in the corner, knees up, head buried in them.

“Clarke?”

“Go away!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’ll be out in a second.” he takes a moment to estimate whether or not she’s telling the truth and when she sees he’s not moving, she lifts her head up and snaps at him.

“I said go away, Blake, I’ll be there to hold your hand in a minute.”

He’d almost let his anger get the better of him when he notices how tired her eyes are and how red her nose is.

He takes a step forward and realizes she’s shivering and bad.

“Are you cold?” she shakes her head at that “Then why are you shivering?” he prods curiously and when she opens her mouth to give him one of her flashy retorts, she sneezes not once but twice and groans frustrated, burying her head back in her knees.

He smiles-she was adorable like that-all messy and beautiful in all her sick glory, something tugged at his heart and he recognized it easily because it wasn’t the first time it happened, but for the sake of everyone and herself, he ignored it, came close and knelt, gently touching her shoulder.

“Princess....will you look up at me?”

“No.” she grunts back and he wants to laugh but holds it for her sake more than anything else.

Carefully, he reaches and cups her cheek, picking her head up and looking at her estimating how bad it is.

It was pretty bad.

Her skin was clammy and warm, bordering on hot, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy.

Her nose ran down, the liquid gathering above her lip even if she tried to suck her snort back in quite unsuccessfully, which made her even more miserable and frustrated.

She tried to pull away from his grip and take care of it herself but he stopped her with a firm grip of his hand on her chin after which he pulled his sleeve up and brushed it away.

For a moment they just stare at each other’s faces and she can feel his breath fanning her hot face, her nose, though pretty stuffed, could detect the smell of him-of chopped wood and fire and as much as she was scared before, for being the one to get sick now, she feels a little comfort knowing he’s there.

“Think you can stand up?”

“Of course I can stand up!” she huffs, pushing him away, breaking the moment.

She didn’t need Bellamy “asshole” Blake worrying over her.

She could walk this off, keep doing her job even if she had a minor cold. It was nothing and she couldn’t leave him to deal alone with everything in camp.

She stands up so abruptly, though that she sways on her feet and staggers to the left.

She thinks that’s it, she’ll hit the ground when his strong arm slides on her back and under her feet before she can say anything and he’s picked her up bridal style.

“You were saying?”

“Let me go!”

“No way, princess.”

“Bellamy, I mean it, I was just...it’s the blood pressure, when I stood too rapidly I lost my footing, you can let me go now.” he ignored her and kept walking straight ahead, exiting the storage room and heading to the line of cots on the left of the dropship, carefully placing her on the closest one.

“Bellamy-”

“First of all, princess, it’s called iron deficiency and not blood pressure. You should know that, you’re the doctor around here.” he mocks her when he places her down on the cot “Alleged doctor I guess.”

“Doctor in TRAINING!” she huffs in his face but is interrupted by a cough that shakes her entire being and though she was holding onto his shoulders and trying to keep herself upright, she absolutely fails now, falls on the pillow with a thud that springs another joke out of him but she’s too dizzy and delusional to know what he’s saying.

Her head falls to the side and she coughs her lungs out.

“Here-” he brings a glass of water to her lips and she takes a few sips after which she feels the gentle way of his hand on her neck, putting her carefully back on the pillow.

When she opens her eyes and forces them to focus on what’s before her, she almost regrets it, because she’s never seen Bellamy Blake that worried before unless of course Octavia was missing or hurt.

She covers her mouth when another cough interrupts her thought process and he curses quietly.

“What can I do?”

“Thought you knew more than me, jackass.”

“Come on, princess,now is not the time to be smart. Just tell me what to do.”

“Put more pillows behind my back so I don’t choke to death here.” she instructs and he quickly grabs the extra pillows from the other cots and puts them behind her, raising her up a little.

She’s still shivering too badly so he picks another blanket and throws it over her.

What she doesn’t expect is to feel his big hand on her forehead.

It’s actually so enormous, it’s covering her eyes too and she breathes in that familiar scent again, that calming one of woods and fire even if for just a brief moment.

“Dammit, princess, you’re...you’re burning.”

“I’m fine...just-” she coughs again and he winces at the sound of it cause it is bad.

When did she even get so sick? How did he not notice it earlier?

She did seem a little off last night...sleepy and leaning onto Raven’s shoulder a bit too much, trying to keep herself together.

He had given it out to her being tired and swore that tomorrow he’d take on more tasks than her and force her to have an early evening but...why hadn’t he seen her red cheeks or her stuffed nose?

Why hadn’t he done something about it.

“Just get me some seaweed tea and I’ll be fine.”

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“I’ll make the kids bring some water and get it boiled in a minute,princess.” he’s surprised when she opens her eyes and he sees fear there. It takes him a moment to realize what it stemmed for until he remembered the empty medbay they were in, the big cold stony walls of the drop ship and her...lying all alone there, in all her princessy sick adorable glory.

She was afraid of being alone.

And he knew that despite everything she...didn’t have anyone else to ask to be here for her.

Wells was gone and she got along well with the girls but none of them were truly close to her.

His sister was too preoccupied with Lincoln and Raven...things with her would always be hard because of Finn, no matter how much time had passed.

The rest of them-Monty, Jasper, Harper, Monroe...they looked up to her but that was it...she was like a mom to them, he had even heard the kids calling the two of them mom and dad and as much as it annoyed him it was in ways true-she took care of them-she patched up their injuries, listened to their problems, gave advice, taught them which plants to use for eating and which to gather for her so she can use as medicine.

They weren’t her friends...they were her younger siblings and all they’d do if they came here was worry and ask him a bunch of questions about “When will she be fine?” and “What are you doing about it?” that would surely make her recovery and his headache worse.

But he...he understood what this was like-they were leaders and though they carried it all on their shoulders and handled this camp in the most badass of ways, they could also...be vulnerable with one another.

She may be a little shy having him see her like this, she may have tried to hide it but both of them knew that him finding her in that storage room was the best scenario.

“Or I could just radio them and we’ll tell them you feel a bit under the weather.”

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I want to.” he promises, reaching to squeeze her hand and giving her a light smile. “And trust me...this is fun for me too. Seeing the princess brought down to her knees-”

She slaps his arm and he chuckles.

“Shut up, you ass.”

“At your services, doc.” he salutes her and picks up the radio, before heading for the corner where he gives Monty and Jasper specific instructions without freaking them too much.

When they come ten minutes later and try to barge in, he stops them at the dropship door and takes the steaming hot kettle from their hands before instructing them what needs to be done before dinner and making sure they don’t forget to bring Clarke some food as well.

By the time he comes back to her, she’s asleep, curled up on her side and still trembling really badly, her nose running and her cheeks flushed.

He finds some clean rags and a bucket of cold water and he uses it to ease her fever, placing a cold cloth over her forehead.

She exhales in her sleep and it’s one of the most adorable sounds he’s ever heard.

That is until she starts quietly snoring too.

Her nose is stuffed but her mouth is opened and at first she begins it ever so quietly but at some point it raises to a louder pitch and he has to cover his mouth so as not to laugh at how a small creature like her can produce such a loud noise.

Like a badass lioness, he thinks as he tucks a wet strand of hair from her cheek behind her burning ear.

At some point an hour or so later, he wakes her up and forces her to drink some tea.

Though she’s weak she still tries to boss him around, saying that they had to check on the wall and change Monroe’s wrist bandage and then something else he couldn’t make out but which makes his heart clench at the sight of her yet again-despite her condition, the kids and this camp were still her number one priority.

When the evening falls Monty brings up a bowl of soup and tries to convince Bellamy to let him see Clarke but he’s relentless.

“Monty, no and don’t even try to get in here, not you or the others. We don’t want you getting this thing and I have it handled.”

“What about you?”

“I don’t get sick.” he waves his hand “Now listen, send Miller here later so I can give him instructions for tomorrow” and once again reiterates how important it is that no one sets food inside the drop ship.

Monty gives him a weird look but nods once again before leaving.

Soon after, Miller comes by and Bellamy makes him write down what needs to be done, tasks that will keep them busy for at least the next few days but that weren’t too dangerous or hard.

It’d be enough to stir them away from trouble or drinking themselves to oblivion and give Clarke the time she needs to recover.

The next time she wakes, he tries to force her to eat some of the soup but she’s too weak, so the best he manages to do is give her more tea and lift her up enough to help her clear up some of the snots clogging her nose.

“I’m so gross...I can’t believe hot shot threesome Bellamy Blake of all people has to see me like this.”

He wets yet another rag and carefully wipes her face from the sweat and awfulness of the disease and she leans a little too much into his touch, exhaling in relief.

“I’m not that person anymore.”

“Huh?” she asks and it’s the most adorable cute huh in the world, he thinks, with her nose all stuffed and her eyes barely opened but pinned on him.

“I don’t sleep around.”

“Well congratulations to you.” he smiles “Is that why you’ve been so uptight lately? Haven’t had the chance to fuck it off?”

“Oh please, if someone needs to have sex it’s you, princess.”

“I’ll consider this an offer.” that makes him stiffen, mouth agape and she actually laughs at his face “That was rude, princess.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it, Blake. I know you see women as something to conquer.”

“That’s not true.” he shakes his head and she must detect the anger in his voice because her eyes open a little wider and she gives him a curious look.

“In fact, I hate that...my mother she...when we were on the Ark she had to sleep with guards to know when there’d be a surprised inspection. Sometimes she’d come back with bruises and I just-”

Clarke reaches to touch his wrist.

“I’m sorry, it was wrong of me to say that.”

“I don’t see women as something to conquer.” he says quietly “Only as something to admire because you’re badass.”

“Damn right we are.” she smiles and finally so does he.

“I can see why you made that assumption, though and I don’t blame you for it. If anything, it is my fault and my cross to bear.”

“Stop being so hard on yourself.” she scolds mildly when she turns to the side and he tucks her back in “We all make mistakes, it’s important that we learn from them.”

He nods and while he’s too busy thinking over her words, he misses how she fell asleep.

A smile plays on his face when she starts snoring again but it quickly disappears when at around midnight her fever spikes too much and she’s shaking so bad, he has no idea what to do.

The best he can come up with is change the cold rags on her forehead and force her to drink tea even if she’s barely conscious but it’s the worst when her snores quiet down and she starts coughing in her sleep.

He’s afraid she’ll choke on it, suffocate so he does the best thing he can think of-he carefully moves her into a sitting position and slides behind her, pushing her back to his chest and holding her tight, trying to provide both the much needed warmth she so desperately craved and ease her breathing.

It works, she actually manages to fall into a fitting sleep but she’s still hot as hell and he’s starting to get really scared that her fever’s not breaking.

A few hours later he rolls them over to the side and covers her up with three blankets and his jacket wrapped around her shoulders.

He smiles when her fingers reach and wrap around his collar, pushing it to her face and...smelling it in which makes him tilt his head in surprise before he remembers what he was about to do.

He tries to cool her down as best as he can and at some point he’s so desperate he takes her hand in his and closes his eyes as he kneels by the cot.

“Come on, princess, I know you can do this...I know you can kick this stupid fever in the butt, alright? I know it. You’re damn Clarke Griffin...you’re stubborn and strong and beautiful and...and you never give up, alright? You can’t give up...those kids out there, they need you...they love you so much. And I need you too. I know I rarely admit it but...I’d be a fucking mess without you there to kick my ass, okay? So please just...get it together and stop playing with my poor heart here.”

There’s a silence for a few minutes and then he feels her fingers squeeze his hand back.

“You’re...telling me...you actually...have one?” he looks up all wide eyed and finds her eyes barely opened lips parted in a small smile and he can’t remember ever feeling so worried as when he reaches to touch her forehead and feels her skin having cooled down even if a bit.

“Your fever’s breaking.”

“It had no choice...I couldn’t leave you to deal with those insane kids on your own.” he smiles and actually cups her cheek with his big hand which is hot and feels good against her still shivering body even if she was technically feverish.

She leans into his touch and smiles, allows herself this short moment of peace and quiet, a moment of vulnerability with the only person she knew she could show it to.

He doesn’t make a snarky remark, doesn’t say something stupid, but just stays there and lets her act like a kid.

She almost scolds herself for it, tries to pull away but he moves his hand to her neck and keeps her still, as if having read her thoughts.

“Hey, no...none of that.” he scolds mildly “I said you’re a badass but you’re allowed to feel...weak, you’re allowed to cry and be sick and feel vulnerable, okay? Just because you’re a leader doesn’t mean you can’t have feelings. Let’s not forget the fact that you are more or less a child like those idiots out there who call you mom just because you’re a few years older than them.”

“They need someone to look up to.” she says pinning her eyes to the cot.

“And you’re a great example but...what I mean is, you can let go a little, Clarke, you can...live your youth, alright?”

“And you can’t?” he furrows his eyebrows at that and she reaches to wrap her clammy hand around his wrist.

“You’re not seventy Bellamy...as much as your back says otherwise.” he huffs a small smile at that “I can’t imagine what it was like growing up with Octavia, having that responsibility but...I assume it forced you into adulthood way too early. You can ...relax a little too.”

“When I can go around camp and scold the kids for being stupid idiots...nah, this is more fun” he gives her a half smile but she sees through him and tightens her grip.

“You can let go for one night...the world won’t stop spinning if you have some fun.”

“Ahh, that drink you so much insist on us getting comes up yet again, Griffin?” he plays it cool again and she shakes her head, deciding she’ll pick this serious subject again another time,when she’s not too sick and barely keeping herself awake and he’s not insistent on holding the world, this camp and all the children in it on his shoulders.

“Well you did promise...all those months ago.”

“I’ll let you drink a barrel of that moonshine shit as long as you get better.” he must’ve realized what he said cause he stiffens at the words but he decides not to beat him up for it now, not when she’s about to doze off again, so she simply pulls at his hand and looks up with big bright blue eyes “I mean-” he tries to shrug it off but she just smiles.

“Come to bed, Bellamy.”

“But you’re...I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You kept me warm and I am still cold and feverish so I need you to keep doing what you did before okay? No funny business!”

He chuckles and relents, carefully peeling off the blankets and sliding behind her, putting his hand on her stomach and pushing her to his chest.

There’s something so comforting about being in his embrace-his big arm holding her tight, making her fears about disappearing into the sweaty nightmarish darkness of this sickness go away and his warmth...he’s like a fire that’s just been started, the freshly chopped woods catching the flames with ease, spreading a softness in her body that she didn’t expect, warming her up to the core, all the way to her toes that were always freezing and even though he makes a joke about her snoring, when he drifts off, she hears him snore too and thinks of woods cracking in the fire and how they sound like the deepest and most honest of belly laughs and she wonders...if she had ever actually heard Bellamy Blake laugh.

But she thinks she’ll make it her mission to witness it at least once, with or without the involvement of a barrel full of moonshine.

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12-altunivkru · 4 years ago

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List of horrible things Clarke has done

*in case you need more reasons to hate her*

1. Treat Wells like shit even though she didn't have any proof that he had denounced her father.

2. Mess around with Finn in the lake while they were supposed to be looking for a badly-injured Jasper

3. Manipulate Bellamy into punishing Murphy for killing Wells without making sure he was guilty.

4. Be very harsh with Charlotte even though she's just a kid.

5. Ask Bellamy to secretly bring weapons to her meeting with Anya.

6. Encourage Bellamy, Raven and Miller to torture Lincoln.

7. Continue to flirt with Finn in front of Raven even after learning he's a cheater.

8. Fail to save the life of the little girl who happened to be on the bridge when they blew it up.

9. Kill one of Anya's guards who was only explaining grounder traditions to her.

10. Forget about Monty being missing once her and Finn are safe

11. Close the dropship before Finn and Bellamy could get to it.

12. Threaten Maya without letting her explain herself.

13. Make it clear that she is in charge, disregarding the adults' authority.

14. Blame Murphy for letting Finn go when he was desperately looking for her.

15. Break her promise to Raven that she wouldn't let anything happen to Finn.

16. Doubt Raven when she denies trying to poison Lexa.

17. Allow the grounders to give Raven a bunch of painful cuts even though she was innocent.

18. Encourage Bellamy to infiltrate Mount Weather, saying his life is worth risking.

19. Ask Raven to lie to Bellamy about where his sister is while he's saving their friends.

20. Leave Octavia, Kane and an entire grounder village to die by not warning them about a missile.

21. Make sure her mom was out of danger because of selfishness.

22. Be foolish enough to trust Lexa to keep her side of the deal when they join forces against Mount Weather.

23. Kill everyone in Mount Weather, including Maya and everyone who helped them.

24. Leave Camp Jaha because she had a bad conscience.

25. Betray Roan after changing her mind about killing Lexa like they had agreed.

26. Abandon her people because she was in love with Lexa.

27. Return to her people only to reprimend Bellamy and run away again.

28. Leave Murphy behind in the hands of Ontari after Lexa's death.

29. Try to force Luna to take the flame.

30. Be willing to let her mother hang herself.

31. Give Bellamy shit for saving prisoners of Azgeda instead of extracting the generator.

32. Give Raven shit for rationing like she asked her to do.

33. Make the list.

34. Lie to everyone about how many people the Ark could support.

35. Lock up Jasper for wanting to tell the truth.

36. Try to manipulate Monty, Raven and the others into keeping it quiet.

37. Be dishonest with Roan about her plan B to save her people only.

38. Bring Riley along to face Azgeda even though she knew of his trauma.

39. Leave a stranger to wander freely in Arkadia without suspecting he might blow it up.

40. Play with Nylah's feelings.

41. Betray Trikru with an alliance with Azgeda.

42. Take Luna's blood by force.

43. Agree to put an innocent man in the radiation chamber.

44. Chain up Murphy.

45. Suggest putting Emori in the radiation chamber.

46. Disrespect grounder culture by trying to become the commander (blasphemy!).

47. Steal the bunker to leave all the other clans out to die, plus Octavia and Kane.

48. Almost shoot Bellamy when he refused to let his sister outside.

49. Leave Jaha and Kane the responsibility to deal with the aftermath of her actions in the bunker.

50. Kill Eligius prisoners in cold blood, before knowing who they are and what their intentions are.

51. Judge Octavia for doing what she had to do to keep her people alive.

52. Treat Miller like she had more authority than him within Wonkru.

53. Lie to her friends about Madi.

54. Care only about Madi, not helping Bellamy get his people back.

55. Reprimend Madi for being honest with Octavia.

56. Make a deal with Diyoza to bring down Octavia.

57. Force Monty to go against his good morals to help her.

58. Get Indra involved in her plans against Octavia.

59. Murder Cooper.

60. Ignore Bellamy's sacrifice of poisoning Octavia to save her.

61. Betray Bellamy and ally herself with Octavia after Madi takes the flame.

62. Slap Bellamy for trying to save everyone.

63. Kill a guard sent by Octavia, even though he was letting her and Madi go.

64. Run away leaving Bellamy, Gaia and Indra behind.

65. Assume Bellamy died in the fighting pit, and not shed a single tear.

66. Continue to see Octavia as the villain after Abby confesses she was behind enforcing cannibalism.

67. Make a deal with McCreary and tell him about how they blinded the eye in the sky.

68. Electrocute Madi with the shock collar.

69. Help McCreary capture Echo, Raven and Shaw when they come for Madi.

70. Cause Raven and Shaw to be tortured.

71. Remind Echo of the horrible things she did in the past to justify her own present actions.

72. Switch sides for the hundredth time only when Madi quotes Lexa.

73. Expect everyone to forgive her after all she did.

74. Think she's still entitled to lead an expedition to the new planet.

75. Be upset by Murphy's very truthful remarks.

76. Let herself loose during the Red Sun.

77. Agree to introduce herself as the leader of her people to the people of Sanctum.

78. Reprimend Jordan for being honest about who she is.

79. Fail to notice Madi was being possessed by the Dark Commander.

80. Let the leaders of Sanctum banish Diyoza.

81. Give no shits that Octavia is alone in the forest.

82. Hook up with a random dude who was acting suspiciously.

83. Get the dude killed after calling the attention of the Sanctum guards.

84. Try to brutally kill Josephine.

85. Think she deserves to live and regain control of her body.

86. Play house while conflict is rising among the different factions of Sanctum.

87. Ignore the fact that Bellamy, Octavia, Echo and Gabriel had been gone for a while.

88. Refuse when Madi wants to talk about the loss of their respective mothers.

89. Burn the palace of Sanctum down because she lost her temper.

90. Change her mind about Russell's fate depending on her mood.

91. Show up to meet the Bardoans without a plan, forcing Raven to kill again to save them.

92. Leave Indra, Murphy and Emori to deal with her mess in Sanctum.

93. Leave Madi without explaining anything to her or saying goodbye.

94. Feel entitled to give Raven a pep talk on morality.

95. Walk up Bardo's front door knowing she's what they were after.

96. Imply that she's made tougher decisions than Echo when she tried to calm her down.

97. Judge Bellamy for believing in transcendence, without trying to understand him.

98. KILL BELLAMY BLAKE

99. Destroy the disciple's helmet so the team would be stuck on Earth

100. Decide to kill Madi when she was brain-dead instead of taking care of her

------- {+2 Bonuses=102 for Bellamy & Raven} -------

101. Kill Cadogan and all the disciples that got in her way.

102. Fail the final test, which could have resulted in the extermination of the human race

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kinetic-elaboration · 5 years ago

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February 21: Miller/Bryan, Presumed

Miller/Bryan, early S3, ~700 words

This isn’t quite what I thought I would write but w/e.

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Of course, when Miller's boyfriend returns—after four months in the wilderness, possibly dead—Miller neither asks nor is asked, he simply brings him home. Miller's living in single quarters on Alpha Station now, which used to be the dream. Now the whole ship is only a ruin, out from which they are trying to build.

Bryan closes the door behind them and opens his mouth to speak, then doesn't. He stares at Miller instead, as if he has realized precisely what Miller has realized: that they have not been alone in a long time, that they have never been alone like this, that they have never been separated like this, and reunions are more complicated than they seem.

Miller wraps his arms around him and feels the strength of Bryan's arms, too, pulling him against his chest, the grip of his palm around Miller's shoulder, the breadth and strength of his body pressed so close that Miller aches; an intimacy that makes his muscles burn and his lungs burn, that he has to close his eyes to rein in. He has not let himself breathe out, like this, in such a long time. Never on Earth. He's half-sure he's collapsed and Bryan is holding him up. The hug feels not at all like their first kiss upon reunion did, like something perfunctory and half for show. He would never let anyone else in Arkadia see him this way, them together this way, not least because it is almost obscene. Indecent, the way Bryan grabs at him, the way Miller tries to hold him closer, the crush of his mouth and nose against Bryan's neck.

They don't sleep at all that night and they hardly talk.

Only once on the Ark did they ever make what might be called, in retrospect, contingency plans, and that was after Miller's arrest. Bryan wouldn't let him talk about his re-hearing, what would happen if he were floated, but either way, he'd be locked up nearly six months. That felt, at the time, like ages to ask somebody else to wait. Bryan held his hands across the table and looked him straight in the eye, and said he had no doubts. He’d wait if he had to wait. He’d be there on the other side of the door when Miller was released.

"Doesn't bother you, having a thief for a boyfriend?" he asked, trying to joke, and Bryan shook his head and did not smile.

"You think I haven't known this whole time?"

Perhaps because they could barely touch, then, beneath the steady gazes of the Guards, the grip of his hands was painful, the sort of touch that imprints upon the bone. Sometimes in the dropship camp Miller would try to conjure it again. Flexed his fingers and stared at them and thought about Bryan's hands holding his.

Now they have what might be an infinity of time, or no time at all, though he has to be an optimist in the good moments if he's to remain one through the bad, and they are slow with each other. He'd always imagined a reunion would be torrid and passionate and maybe violent, that he might even be angry, or that Bryan would, not at each other but at every force that had kept them too long apart. At every evening when he faltered, and thought, he must be dead. Instead they find themselves lying the wrong way around on the bed, their feet squashed between the pillows, their heads nearly falling off the edge, avoiding scars when they find them, asking no questions, kissing for so long it as if they had never kissed before, and were only learning. What is pent up in him feels stronger than the nerves he felt the first time: he knows Bryan too well, and sees the first signs of the changes in him, and he knows that he can hide nothing of himself in turn. He wants every moment a thousand-fold.

He doesn't want to think that he doesn't know what will come next.

Are they simply to presume that they are in love in the same way as before?

He has never been this man with anyone else, and he's not frightened of the way he kisses the new, hard bands of muscles in Bryan's arms, or the way Bryan holds on to the back of his neck, without strength, with only a quiet possessiveness, or the tremble in Bryan's breath that he remembers so well. Not every touch is familiar. But this sense of safety is, this well-worn trust.

He is at home.

Finally he has come home.

#the 100 #briller #briller fanfiction #nathan miller #bryan the 100 #bryan #miller x bryan #my writing #mine #the year 2020 #2020: free write #all pair challenge

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storywool · 5 years ago

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For Good Measure

Request: Hi! I saw the prompt list you reblogged and was hoping I could request something! Using number 9 and number 2 with Bellamy.

2: “Stop screaming! It’s just a twisted ankle.”

9: “You cannot die! I won’t let it happen!”

Word count: 2,121

A brushing of the hand, a stolen glance, a lingering touch. The mutual pining was delicious and excruciating. It was the drug of choice of two oblivious dumbasses that couldn’t see how into each other they were. It was obvious to everyone but them, which is why Clarke and Octavia orchestrated a supply run that only two people needed to go on, and Clarke and Octavia were entirely too busy to do it themselves. They needed Y/n and Bellamy, the ultimate power couple if they would just open their eyes and see how into each other they are, to do it- a scheme to get them together.

Y/n and Bellamy had been friends since they met on the ground and became leaders of the group with Clarke. They were also a great team on supply runs and hunting trips because it was like they knew the other’s next step before they even moved. Watching Y/n and Bellamy work together was like watching a choreographed dance- fluid and in sync, even if it was a little chaotic.

They set out on their mission, walking through the forest in quiet complacency. The warm sun beamed down on Y/n’s face through the forest trees as she walked the trodden path. She turned her face toward it, absorbing the sun’s delicious rays. She moaned in contentment. Bellamy turned to her and he smiled to himself. This was a rare, pure moment.

Y/n felt Bellamy watching her and when she looked at him, he seemed mesmerized. “Why are you staring at me?” She asked. He blushed and bashfully turned away.

“I wasn’t staring…” He mumbled. Y/n giggled, which made Bellamy blush even harder. Y/n felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“I’m nice to look at, it’s okay.” She dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder, and Bellamy rolled his eyes.

“Especially when you smile…it’s pretty contagious.” She smiled again and Bellamy was over-washed with warmth he’d never experienced before.

He could have stared at her for hours, like a piece of fine art in a museum. He’d pay money just to see her smile like that again. He hated to see her smile fall and her eyes fill with worry at the sound of a twig snapping close by.

Y/n spun in the direction of the noise, hoping to find a deer, but instead, found a large mountain lion mere inches away from them. The lion crawled low and slow like a predator trying to catch its prey. Y/n felt a yelp of fear threaten to escape, but she dared not make a noise.

They both began stepping back slowly, hoping to put some space between them and the vicious cat looking for a good meal. With every step back, the cat stepped forward like a pre-meal waltz.

Without warning, the mountain lion pounced. Y/n and Bellamy instinctively turned and ran, heading up the path, searching for a solution to their predicament. They didn’t make it very far. Bellamy tripped in a hole that blended in all too well with the forest ground. The mountain lion took advantage, jumping on Bellamy. It tore at his face and Y/n feared the worst.

She grabbed her weapon- a small handgun that she only knew how to use because Bellamy taught her- and aimed it at the lion’s head. Her hands shook, afraid she’d miss her mark. But Bellamy was in trouble and she had to help. She took a deep breath and a leap of faith and squeezed the trigger with fierce determination. The first bullet hit the lion’s shoulder, but she made damn sure the second one didn’t miss. It landed right between the lion’s eyes, incapacitating it with a nasty spray of blood.

Y/n holstered her weapon and ran to Bellamy in a panic. There was blood everywhere, and she wasn’t sure which was the lion’s and which was Bellamy’s. “Oh my god, Bellamy, are you okay?” She began screaming and rambling, making a mountain out of his molehill of a wound.

Bellamy practically pushed the lion and Y/n off him, sitting up to examine the damage.

“You cannot die! I won’t let that happen!” Y/n cried.

Bellamy could barely think over Y/n’s cries. All he knew was he was very close to having his face clawed off but he somehow only hurt his foot. “Y/n, stop screaming! It’s just a twisted ankle!” He yelled She instantly stopped, looking into Bellamy’s eyes before moving to his very obviously twisted ankle.

“Y-you’re not scratched or bitten or anything?”

Bellamy took her trembling hands in his. “No, Y/n. You acted just in time. You saved my life.”

Y/n stared at him with tear-stained eyes. She was so worried that she wasn’t going to be able to save him, that she’d fail him just like she failed everyone else. As if he could read her thoughts, he placed a hand on her cheek and rubbed the skin softly. “Y/n, you did good. Thank you.”

She leaned into his touch absentmindedly and Bellamy wished for a moment that they could just stay like that forever. They couldn’t though. They had a dead mountain lion and a twisted ankle to take care of. The supplies they originally set out for were going to have to wait.

“Sorry I freaked out.” Y/n apologized once her nerves finally calmed down. “I’m still so new to all of this.”

“Don’t apologize, Y/n. It’s honestly kind of cute how worried you were.”

Y/n felt her face turn a deeper red than it already was, not expecting the compliment. How was he so good at turning her into a nervous, blushing, stammering mess?

“Oh, you don’t mean that.” She denied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear like it was a nervous habit. Bellamy wanted so badly to kiss her in that moment, but he didn’t want to fluster her anymore than he already had.

He did, however, feel the need to correct her. “I actually do mean it. You’re really cute all the time, but especially right now.”

She looked at him, really looked at him, at the sincere look on his face, and couldn’t help but smile and giggle. This boy was being completely serious. Bellamy smiled too, in a way he rarely did. It made the corners of his eyes crinkle and little laugh lines form around his mouth. Y/n wished she could photograph that smile, or at least experience it more often.

But Bellamy was injured and if they could get the mountain lion back to camp, they had dinner for the camp. Y/n reached into her bag to get something to wrap his ankle up in. “We need to get this lion back to camp. That’s enough meat for everyone…and then some.” Bellamy said as she worked on his ankle.

“Well, unless you somehow expect me to get you and the dead meat back, it’s gonna have to stay.” She replied.

“No, I can walk.”

“Like hell you can.”

“Help me find a big stick. I can use it as a crutch so I can walk and help carry Simba over there.” He joked, throwing in an unnecessarily hot wink for good measure. Y/n knew this plan was not the best, that Bellamy might hurt himself even more, but it was the only plan that was going to make sure this trip wasn’t a complete waste. She huffed, but stood up anyways to search for a stick or branch that he could use. She found one that was just tall enough and fashioned a cushion on one end with Bellamy’s mountain-lion-bloodstained jacket and some rope so he could put it under his arm like a real crutch. It wasn’t great, but it was going to get the job done.

Y/n helped him stand up slowly, allowing him to use her as support as he got used to his situation. “This is gonna suck, you know that right?” She asked, half cheekily and half worriedly.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled still, “Help me get Simba.”

“Mufasa would actually be more accurate.” She said, moving to one end of the cat.

Bellamy groaned, which turned into a laugh, “No, that’s so sad!”

They bantered back and forth the rest of the trip, somehow managing to carry the heavy lion with them. It was particularly difficult, not because of Bellamy’s ankle, but because Y/n was so much shorter than he was. It was like a 6’0” person carrying a couch with the assistance of a much shorter companion. Oh, and the tall one’s arm is incapacitated and they walk with a limp.

So it was difficult.

They made it though, if only by sheer determination. Every muscle in Y/n’s body screamed when they finally reached the camp. Bellamy’s ankle was so bruised and swollen he honestly worried if he’d walk normal again.

While the rest of the delinquents feasted on the delicious meat, Y/n decided to pay Bellamy a visit, who was resting in the dropship with his foot cushioned and an emergency ice pack wrapped around it. They found some painkillers for him, too, which helped a lot.

The cute girl carrying in two plates of food that just walked in definitely helped too.

Bellamy sat up from his position when she entered, shifting to make room on the cot with him. She didn’t sit though, afraid she might hurt him. “I brought you some of our hard earned dinner.” She handed him one of the plates and Bellamy graciously accepted. He was starving.

“Thanks, that’s really nice of you. You can sit if you want.” He gestured to the spot, hoping she’d stay. Thankfully she did, sitting down on the edge of the cot before turning to face him.

“How are you feeling?” She asked before taking a bite of food.

“Much better now that I’ve got some good food and good company.” He smiled at her through his own bite of food.

Y/n didn’t want to make small talk, but she also didn’t want to talk about what he said in the woods just yet. What if he didn’t actually mean it? What if he was on an adrenaline high or something? What if he changed his mind?

“What are you thinking about?” He asked. He was very good at reading her body language, and could tell by the way she picked at her food and avoided eye contact that something was bothering her.

“It’s nothing…just something Clarke said earlier.” After they arrived back from their failed trip, Clarke revealed the real reason behind sending her with Bellamy- because everyone shipped them and they were obviously into each other. While Y/n could confirm those feelings for him, she wanted, no needed, to know if he felt the same way. Y/n finally made eye contact with him and the look on his face told her to continue. She took a deep breath before letting it roll out like word vomit, “She said they didn’t even need supplies, just wanted an excuse to get us alone. Apparently, there’s some people who think we’d be a cute couple and who wanted to take matters into their own ha-”

He laughed loudly, “why does that not surprise me?” Y/n wanted to laugh with him, but couldn’t. It definitely surprised her. She felt defeated in that moment, since he seemed to be unfazed by this. He didn’t seem nervous or anxious.

She was very nervous and anxious though. For whatever reason, Bellamy was very good at reading her emotions and knew that this was important to her to talk about.

“They’re not wrong, though.” He added, dropping his voice to a soft whisper, so only she heard it.

“What do you mean?” Y/n felt her heart start beating rapidly. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

“That we’d make a cute couple.”

“Bellamy-” She started but wasn’t able to finish, for Bellamy finally closed the distance between them. He took her face between his hands and brought her into a head-spinning, world-stopping kiss. The kiss was like coming up for air out of the deep water of repressed emotion. All thoughts about the mountain lion or Bellamy’s ankle vanished. All Y/n could think about was the delicious feeling of Bellamy’s lips on hers and his hands on her body.

They finally pulled away when breathing became difficult. Y/n felt intoxicated almost, drunk off Bellamy’s taste. She hummed contently and slurred, “Was not expecting that.”

He laughed and kissed her again. “There. Another for good measure.” Y/n gave him peck after peck until she had her fill and cozied up to Bellamy on his little cot. She quickly drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied for the first time in a while.

#the 100 #the 100 imagine #the 100 imagines #the 100 fan fiction #the 100 fan fic #bellamy blake #bellamy blake fan fiction #bellamy blake imagine #oneshot #the 100 oneshot #request #ask #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake fic #the 100 fic #octavia blake #clarke griffin #bellamy blake imagines

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years ago

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Are you bored yet?

*Not My Gif*

Request: Heyy I was wondering if you could write me an angsty fwb Bellamy fic based on the song “Are you bored yet?” By wallows? Thank you 🖤🖤

Requested by: @yessii-i

Post Date: 6-18-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: ok so I literally have loved this song and kind of get really excited when this was requested so I hope everyone likes it! I’ve got a few requests I’m working on so I’m hoping you don’t mind being spammed because that’s what I’m doing! 😂

-Ria

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What's wrong, you've been askin'

But I don't have an answer

How come, I'm still thinkin'

Let's pretend to fall asleep now

Your heartbeat slowed as you breathed, matching the breath of the curly black-haired boy next to you. His arm was draped over your stomach as his face pressed into the pillow next to your head. You took a quick peek down his back at his smooth tan skin, the blanket resting just below his lower back as you had your side pulled up to cover your own body. You wanted to say something, but you were both tired, sweaty, and panting from your ‘exercise filled afternoon’. You hadn’t realized he opened his eyes to look up at you until he spoke.

“What’s wrong?” his voice was groggy and hoarse, definitely your fault, but you just stared at him shrugging as he shifted, giving you a look at his chest that you so gladly took. He smirked as he laid back down, staring at the ceiling as he closed his eyes once more. You frowned when he fell asleep, scooting over in the bed so you weren’t touching him. You had a rule, you could sleep with him all you wanted but you couldn’t cuddle, cuddling would lead to feelings, and feelings would lead to getting your heart broken when you learn he only wants you for meaningless sex. You closed your eyes as you hugged the pillow, trying to fall asleep. But once you kept failing, you just sat there, pretending you were asleep as Bellamy slumbered.

When we get old will we regret this

Too young to think about all that shit

And stallin' only goes so far

When you've got a head start

A little while later, you decided to get moving. You picked up your shirt off the floor, throwing it on as you looked around for your underwear. Once you found it, you heard Bellamy’s breathing change as you turn around to see him wake up. Your eyes met before you quickly dropped them, Bellamy’s remaining on you as you frantically grabbed your pants and pulled them on.

“Well, that’s one sight to wake up too.” You could hear the smirk on his lips as you chuckled. You sat on the bed to put on your shoes, far from him but he just sat up, moving closer to you as he traced a finger up your arm. His mouth found your neck as he traced the hickeys he had left from that morning. You bite your lip to hold back a moan, not letting him know how he was affecting you. “What do you say, Princess? Round 2?” His low and husky voice causing you to moan once again before you swiftly stood up, away from him while you shook your head.

“Sorry, Blake. Can’t right now. I was supposed to meet Clarke to help in the dropship. Maybe later.” You brushed him off before grabbing your jacket and pretty much rushing out of his tent, leaving him groaning as he fell back on his bed.

You headed into the dropship, pulling your jacket onto your neck to hide your little marks as you said hi to a few of your friends before you met with Clarke.

“Hey Y/N. Fun morning?” she joked as she pointed to her own neck, causing you to blush as you fiddle with your jacket again, settling on just zipping it all the way up.

“Oh, just float yourself, Clarke.” You laughed as you nudged the girl. She chuckled before throwing you a towel. You quickly cleaned your hands before starting your job. You helped Clarke with the medical needs in the camp. Clarke, Wells, and you were best friends back on the ark, and you often studied under Abby when she was working. You were just as good as Clarke was with all this doctor stuff, and sometimes people forgot, always going to Clarke with their injuries. You didn’t mind though, it often gave you more time to spend with the one thing about your life you shouldn’t; Bellamy Blake. Clarke watched you as you rung out the towel you used, obviously zoning out and she knew exactly what you were thinking about.

“Why do you do it?” she asked as you knotted your brows and tilted your head. “Sleeping with Bellamy. Don’t you think… Don’t you think you’re going to regret it when you’re older?” Her question had struck you deep. Of course, you would regret it, you regret it now, but you still do it.

“I’m sure I will, Clarke. But right now, I’m young and I’m going to enjoy it.” You could feel her stares on you as you walked out of the dropship for the day, leaving her frowning at your answer.

'Cause we could stay at home and watch the sunset

But I can't help from asking are you bored yet?

And if you're feelin' lonely you should tell me

Before this ends up as another memory

The day went on as you trudged around camp, watching everyone’s interactions as you sat against the wall. As your eyes moved around camp, they couldn’t help but land on Bellamy several times. You sighed as you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths before you heard footsteps heading in your direction and a shadow being casted upon you. You open one eye as you squinted, trying to see who was trying to disrupt your sulking.

“Hey Blake. You’re blocking my sun.” you yawned as your words came out. He let out an airy chuckle before slumping down beside you as you stared out to where the sun disappeared behind the wall.

“It’s nice. The sun.” he whispered as he looked down at you. you were unaware of his stares as you nodded your head, whispering a yes as the orange sky slowly turned into a darker red. You weren’t sure how long you both sat there, but for the first time, it was comfortable. Not him asking for sex, or you are asking, and you liked it. You rested your head on his shoulder as his eyes widened. He let out an obviously fake cough, so you removed your head, trying to hide your red cheeks as you got up. You turned to face him before deciding against it. But you didn’t miss the way your heart pulled when he shot his hand out to grab yours, not letting you go. “Wait. Why don’t… why don’t you just stay here for little while. Just until you’re bored maybe.” You slowly nodded before sitting back down, noticing he hadn’t released your hand. You don’t know what happened, one second you were comfortable, watching the sunset and the next you are both as stiff as the wall you’re leaning on. You took your chance and glanced up at him, right as he was looking at you.

“Are you bored yet?” he whispered. Your lips curled up into a slight smile as you shook your head. His shoulders relaxed a little as yours followed suit. The quietness had returned before you started giggling, receiving a confused look from him.

“You know, if you were feeling lonely, you should’ve just told me.” Your voice was light as your giggles filled the space between you. Bellamy couldn’t help but smile at you. “But this would make a great memory.”

Will you tell the truth so I don't have to lie

The next few days following that night were hell for you. You concluded you liked him. Bellamy Blake. And you were in deep. But naturally you couldn’t tell him, how would you even say that? ‘Hey Bellamy, I know we have this whole friends-with-benefits thing going on, but I think I ruined it all by falling in love with you.’ You couldn’t say that. That was the one rule you both had, and you couldn’t break it. But you didn’t see yourself getting over it. But what you did see was Bellamy flirting with almost every girl in the camp. You gritted your teeth as you watched, him leaning above them, them twirling their hair as he made them laugh, causing them to ‘accidently’ fall into him, hands on his chest. You would torture yourself, knowing that you needed to move on, but couldn’t look away.

“Will you tell the truth, so I don’t have to lie?” Octavia asks as she plopped a seat next to you by the fire. You turned to look at her as she grinned at you.

“What are you talking about?” You asked as you glanced back at Bellamy, seeing how he had gotten closer to his current flirtation victim.

“My brother.” She her brows raised as she expected you would understand now, but when you looked just as clueless she groaned in annoyance. “I know Y/N! I see the way you look at him and I know all about your little ‘meetings’ with my brother.” Your mouth dropped open at her statement. There was no reason why she wouldn’t catch on, but Bellamy and you decided not to tell Octavia. She has been the person you were closest too besides Clarke, well and Bellamy, and you didn’t want her to lecture you as well as about not making the right choices about her brother. But what struck you the oddest was what she said at first. Tell the truth? What the hell is the truth? “Tell him how you feel.” She said as if she could’ve read your mind. Her hand fell to your knee as she gave you a little squeeze.

“And how do I feel? Huh? Because I honestly don’t know how to tell him anything without ruining, well everything, so if it’s something that’s going to pass, why tell him?” your voice raised as you talked biting your lips as you looked away, instantly revealing to Octavia that you knew it wasn’t going to pass. It probably never would.

“You tell him because you’re in love with him. And if you don’t tell the truth, then you’re lying to yourself, and him.” her voice was stern as she got up, leaving you wide eyed as you stare at where her body was. Your throat went dry as you glanced up to where Bellamy is, where he was, before seeing his tent close and your heart drop.

Feels like I've known you my whole life

I can see right through your lies

I don't know where we're goin'

But I'd like to be by your side

If you could tell me how you're feelin'

Maybe we'd get through this undefeated

Holdin' on for so long, oh

You hadn’t talked to Bellamy in a week, no talking, no sex, no smiles, nothing. The only thing you had was times where you looked up at him only to see him eying you before you got up and left, leaving Bellamy to watch your retreating figure as he started to make his way towards you, only to stop himself. But not today, he got tired of this game. The moment you got up, he followed you, watching as you entered your tent before going right on in. When you heard the scuffing of his feet you shot around, not expecting to be there at all.

“What’s going on Y/N? You’ve been avoiding me this entire week.” He said as his hand feel to his hips, staring you down as you fell onto your bed with a groan. You threw your arm over your eyes and bit your lips before coming up with a response.

“Just stressed Bellamy. Didn’t feel like bothering you with it.” Bellamy watched as your other hand began fiddling with your fingers, slightly cracking a few as a humorless chuckle left his lips. You pushed yourself up at the sound, resting back on your elbows as you cower at his grimace.

“Oh, don’t pull that shit with me, Y/N. I know you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying, Bellamy. That’s all. Now get out.” You snapped, standing up to challenge him. He didn’t even hesitate to take a step closer, so you were almost flush against him.

“I know you, Y/N. I know when your lying you cover your eyes, so you don’t have to look at them. You bite your lip and you play with your fingers. But what really gave it away was the cracking. You only crack your fingers when you are trying to distract yourself from lying. I know you, Y/N.” His hand came up to your cheek and you hadn’t noticed until his thumb ran under your eye. You closed them as tears threatened to fall.

“Why?” your voice cracked as you looked up at him. “Why do you know all that? I haven’t lied around you. Everyone else sure, but not you. So, why?”

He looked up at the ceiling before back to you, pressing his lips to yours in a quick surprise. You didn’t want to kiss back but you couldn’t control yourself. It wasn’t until the kiss was over that you realized this wasn’t like one of your typical kisses with Bellamy, all those times you needed to release stress or pent up anger. This was something more. A sensual moment you knew you would hold onto before he started to speak, “I watch you. Since we made the agreement of our friendship, no strings attached, but then after the first time I knew I was fucked because all of a sudden you were in my mind. I wanted you by my side for so long, and I kept thinking if maybe I waited then you could tell me how your feeling and then we could get through this undefeated. That night we watched the sunset, I thought I was going to spill everything, and now I wish I did. I’m not gonna lie to you. I’m in love with you.”

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darkseena · 5 years ago

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glass sorenson on the 100: a study. ( this is subject to change depending on who i write with, but this is my main timeline and verse. )

season one. instead of escaping the dropship like in the books, glass actually comes to the ground with the other delinquents. she stays by wells and clarke’s side with the mount weather search, but she is not a big fan of the girl for hating her best friend so much. she does not get along with the other delinquents as they are not particularly big fans of hers because she used to be part of the privileged class and because she got a guard killed ( luke’s roommate, who attempted to abuse her. ) she ends up getting more amused by the idea of doing whatever the hell she wants, growing closer to them. until wells is killed and she shuts herself off again. she does, however, begin to cooperate with bellamy and clarke to get the camp safe because she does not want anyone else to get hurt. also starts exercising to go back to fighting like luke was teaching her. when raven gets down and she finds out the ark is coming down, glass gets excited to see luke and her mother again.

season two. at the end of the season, she escapes with bellamy and finn and does not get captured by mount weather. upon finding out the ark is around, glass grows hope that her mother and luke are alive – just to learn her mother sacrificed herself amongst the other 320 people and luke died reentering earth. when sky people decide to attack mount weather, glass goes with them despite not trusting lexa or the grounders. when they are betrayed, glass goes back to camp jaha to attempt to help her people build a new home and process the loss of the forty-seven. when they return, she apologizes to her friends for giving up, but she has no energy to fight as she is still grieving. when bellamy announces clarke has left, glass cannot help but feel annoyed. except she focuses her anger into dedicating herself to help her people because she is tired of feeling sad and weak.

season three. glass has grown closer to harper and bellamy in the past three months, she is attempting to do her best to live peacefully with her people – she has even learned how to speak the grounders’ language and she has learned how to fight. however, glass has taken most of a passive approach on life, afraid to take risks. that changers when the farm station shows up, pike beginning to get to her as he informs her that luke was murdered by the grounders. she goes with bellamy to polis – and after he leaves, she stays there and ends up escaping the explosion with permanent damage to her right arm. she admits to pike that he might be right about killing the grounders. then she leaves with him, bellamy and the rest to murder the grounders but after taking the life of a woman, glass spots her little child and her heart breaks for both her mother, her baby and luke. it is when she runs away and goes back to arkadia – when jaha talks about the city of light and she takes the pill. glass helps raven try to break into pike’s office to hand the chip to other people. except someone mentions her pregnancy and she has forgotten all about it – and luke. but it is not until they destroy alie that she wakes up, acting alongside jasper in holding raven, harper and monty hostage.

season four. upon waking up, glass is filled with regret and sadness because of the grief and guilt she had attempted to escape. so much so that when finding out about the fate of earth, glass makes a joke about how maybe sky people should just accept their fate and die since everything that happens seems to try and end their lives ( especially the hundred. ) as her friends try to find a way to keep them all alive, glass continues to fall into a deeper depression and sides with jasper to die and celebrate the end of the world. however, bellamy and clarke do not seem so keen on letting her do that – arguing with her and actually managing to change her mind. clarke, later on, kidnaps her alongside bellamy and takes her into the bunker. much like bellamy, glass does not stand for sky people taking the shelter for themselves and helps him open the door. when they leave to rescue raven, glass goes with them because she owes raven her life – and ends up going into the ring with the others.

season five. glass is transformed after spending six years on space. she has learned how to fight better, echo has taught her how to handle a bow and arrows and raven is teaching her how to hack into things and mechanics. she feels useful for the first time in a long time, but she can never stop thinking of the people who stayed on the bunker and those who died. when they come back to earth, glass is terrified to realize just how much octavia has changed. in the bunker, she attempts to help monty and harper into changing octavia’s mind but fails alongside them. she is horrified to learn that bellamy poisoned his sister, wondering how they got from the happy people on the ring to the same people they were before leaving. glass actually refuses to get on the dropship, being carried inside by bellamy. she is not put to sleep though. she stays awake to try and crack into the eligius files – because she is tired of running. however, she grows more and more lonely because monty has harper and she has no one. the two of them realize that and put her into cryo after a few months – right after jordan, who is her godson, is born. she is woken up by him first all those years later, surprised by how big he has gotten. and then, together, they wake up bellamy and clarke to give them the news.

season six. to be announced.

#⁎⋄*ﾟ 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲 ‚ glass sorenson.#⁎⋄*ﾟ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 ‚ ooc post.

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sometimesrosy · 7 years ago

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Can you give a timeline of when you think bellarke’s feelings for each other began? btw I love ur meta posts :)

thanks! :)

I worked on this all day. It took a long time. I should remember it the next time someone asks me for this and just point them back to this.

Season 1

first meeting: WOAH who’s that? Hot. (mutual)

early drop ship: antagonist but strangely drawn to each other. they need each other or need to find a way around the other. (the wrist band. take it off. you’ll have to kill me. she makes him smile. and she needs him to follow her.)

Earth Skills: falling in the pit: he DIDN’T drop her. They are both surprised by this. A recognition that he is NOT the bad guy he seems. On both sides. I think it throws bellamy more than it does clarke.

Earth Kills: She kills Atom. She realizes he is softer than he seems. He realizes she is tougher than she seems. New respect. They begin to work together.

Murphy’s Law: He builds a wall with fear. She doubts but sees it’s working. She goes off half cocked to blame Murphy, when he told her not to and it causes disaster. She begins to respect him as a leader who understands things.

Twilight’s Last Gleaming: They are working separately for the same ends (to save Charlotte) Until she GIVES him power. Instead of fighting against each other to run the delinquents, they do it together. IT WORKS. Team Bellarke begins.

“Can you wish upon this kind of shooting star?”: first intimacy. She expects him not to understand. He does. Beginning of tentative friendship.

Work together to… well… torture Lincoln *sigh*: He tries to protect her from it, she refuses. She doesn’t need to be protected. She’s taking responsibility for their action. He tries to lessen the burden the way she did with Atom.

Day Trip: She seeks him out to partner with. Says it’s because she doesn’t like him. But she can be honest with him and depend on him to back her up. Hmm. Clarke tells Finn she trusts Bellamy and is surprised by this. (this might be out of order.) They work together well and this is its own intimacy. Find guns. He is thrown by the intimacy and realizes he is physically attracted to her. They flirt. He runs off. They save each other from Dax. He is vulnerable and tells her he is a monster. She tells him he can’t leave and she needs him, which makes him look at her in hope, “We ALL need you,” which makes him look away in disappointment (the moment Rosy stared shipping it. I said ‘wait what? he cares if she needs him? let me watch that 10 billion times.’) Power couple enters camp to save the day. Clarke intercedes with Jaha to save and praise Bellamy. He can’t believe it. Clarke truly likes Bellamy. Bellamy’s crush on Clarke begins.

Unity Days: honest to god flirting. Clarke is putting out genuine signals to Bellamy like any girl who is into a guy. At this point I think it is mostly physical for her. She wants to have fun and he’s hot and she likes him. He sends her away (this is a pattern with him. when there is a potential for romance with her he backs off.) She turns to Bellamy to back her up with Finn’s plan. She has drawn her alliance in the sand here. She trusts and depends upon Bellamy, not Finn. Bellamy does not disappoint her.

I can’t separate it here. They work together a lot. Trust each other. Argue over how to do things. Confide in each other. Support each other. They are becoming real friends here. I think when he sleeps with Raven there is a measure of jealousy that Clarke went with Finn, but he’s not going to admit that. He is not acknowledging his feelings for her at this point. Brushes them off as nothing but a crush.

When Clarke closes the dropship door on Bellamy, she is terrified and desperate that she might lose him, to the extent that her canon love interest who is trying to get her back sees her distress and goes after his prime competition to SAVE him for HER. Which is worse, because now she has to close the door on both the boy she loves and the man she has come to depend on the most. Yes I called Finn a boy and Bellamy a man. Do you disagree?

super long. seasons 2, 3 and 4 after the jump

Season 2

Clarke awakens and fixates on Bellamy and Finn. Always a pair in her concern. Her love interest and her….??? If they had been in the mountain, I doubt she would have struggled to get out. Pairing of Finn and Bellamy in her mind is a subconscious thing. Bellamy is becoming someone LIKE a love interest, without being one.

Bellamy takes Finn’s lead on rescuing Clarke. He doesn’t HAVE to admit his feelings for her, because Finn will obsessively go after her for him. He lets him and takes the back seat. He choses Mel and his people over Clarke and sends Finn after Clarke. Because he does. Not. have feelings for her.

Reunion hug: startling everyone. Clarke runs into his arms. Pure joy and relief for them both. They do not know how they feel about each other. It does not matter. They are just feeling it. It’s a lot.

Campfire: Bellamy stares first and Octavia and then at Clarke, realizing for the first time there’s someone OTHER than O who he wants to see again. Then they absolve each other of their sins. It had to be done. Mutual support. On an emotional level. After this there is lots of teamwork.

“I can’t lose you too”: Bellamy is shocked that she linked him and Finn. I don’t know if Clarke noticed that she did it. But she did. She needs him. Followed closely by “Love is a weakness”–”I was being weak.” Seems to him that Clarke doesn’t care anymore. But it’s really a subconscious (I think) realization that she loves Bellamy and losing him would be too painful, so she pushes him away and refuses to feel. Bellamy then shuts off all feelings for her and focuses on his quest to save his people. (princess/knight trope)

“It just makes sense.”: princess/knight trope from Bellamy’s perspective. Devoted love, but “platonic.” From here on until Camp Jaha, Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke are barely even a thing in season 2. He puts it aside.

Bellamy finally radios: Before she hears his voice, she is despairing, feels hopeless, and is afraid she sentenced him to death. Once she hears his voice she has a new plan. Keep Bellamy alive by distracting MW with an army.

TonDC bombing: Clarke goes to Lxa to save TonDC, but Lxa uses her concern for Bellamy to get her to agree to sacrifice the coalition leaders and town. She had other reasons, but it was Bellamy’s protection that decided her.

The entire time she’s working with L she is talking about Bellamy, about protecting him, about how he’s trustworthy, how he’ll do it, about how much faith she has in him.

“You care about him,” L asks her. She denies it. It’s a weakness to care. When L cared, her enemies killed her. Clarke is aware of this. L described Costia as special. She cannot show to L that Bellamy is special. (she fails at this.)

When L kisses her, Clarke says she is not ready for anything with anybody. Please note there is no one else trying to kiss her. I maintain that she is already thinking of Bellamy as that possible “anybody” that she’s not ready for. Further linking Bellamy in that rejection/potential LI is the EXACT next scene. Next line even. “Bellamy did it.” Bellamy’s signal flare goes up. He got rid of the veil. The army can march.

Clarke and Bellamy meet under the mountain: This is a remarkable reunion in that it seems to be a reversal of the previous reunion where Clarke ran to Bellamy and jumped into his arms. This time they don’t touch. She does, however, hug Monty and Jasper and Bellamy hugs Octavia. Something has changed. I think it goes back to what she told L. She now sees Bellamy as a romantic interest, but she is NOT READY FOR THAT. So she holds back and keeps it all business, just as he is since being told it was worth the risk.

The Lever: This was HUGE for Clarke. She had to do it but she struggled with the immensity of it. He does it with her, harkening back to season 1 and their partnership where they shared the burden. She values him SO much because of this.

Camp Jaha departure: She says good bye to Bellamy. He’s heartbroken. He wanted her to stay but he understood why she left. She kisses him here, and almost looks like she would stay but tears herself away from him. Her goodbye to him is different than the one to Monty. It is saying goodbye to a romanic potential that she’s not ready for. It is not platonic. He’s still platonic though. She leaves. And while we don’t see it, believe that she spends the entire 3 months alone thinking about him and what he did for her and how much she cared for him. I believe she is in love with him here and knows it but is entirely unready for it. He has no clue.

Season 3

Wanheda 1 and 2. Bellamy still has no clue that he is in love with Clarke but he is also a bit obsessed with her. “a bit.”

He disguises himself and runs across enemy lines to find her. He forgets his surroundings when he sees her. She calls him (I think) “Bell” and seems amazed that he would come to her. She is already in love with him. She gives up fighting so Roan will spare him. (Roan clocks this whole interaction. Roan begins to ship it. Confirmed. Ask Zach.)

Dumbass Bellamy is bleeding out trying to follow them. “–Can’t lose Clarke!!! We can’t lose Clarke!” despair. Shocking everyone who sees him so distraught. Dumbass still doesn’t know he’s in love with her.

Bellamy leaves MW to go save Clarke at the summit. Finds out MW and Gina are gone. Clarke looks like the enemy. Stays with the enemy. Does not come home with him. BETRAYAL. Dumbass still does not realize that these feelings he has for her are love. Plus, doubly heartbroken, Gina and Clarke both gone to the grounders. CLARKE at the summit is horrified to see him. Refuses to show her feelings to him in front of Azgeda, Lxa and the coalition, all of whom are barely allies and closer to enemies. Love is a weakness. They kill people you love to control you. She can also barely even show emotion to her mother here. She’s deep in a mental breakdown here.

Hakeldama: Clarke still believes Bellamy is her hero. He wouldn’t. He’ll fix it. He’ll work with her. He isn’t. He won’t. We finally get Bellamy to call Clarke to task for what she did to HIM specifically. They finally express emotions they have been restraining for months. And only with each other. Bellamy sees her crying and kneels in front of her taking her hand and BOOM, finally catches up to the dumbass. HE’S IN LOVE WITH HER! OH! Crap. That’s terrifying. Slaps the handcuffs on her, breaking her heart, because she thinks he hates her. When really he’s just terrified. She shocklashes him and runs.

Clarke turns to Lxa because she’s heartbroken and Lxa loves her. Bellamy turns to Pike because screw you softer emotions and screw you grounders! Screw all of you. Clearly Clarke and Bellamy are done.

Nevermore: No, you’re wrong. Clarke and Bellamy are not done. Team’s back together. Mutual handwrapping is an intimacy that says they still care. Clarke begins her campaign to win back Bellamy’s friendship and care. Which she never lost but he’s so angry. Demons, the team is back. Partnership reclaimed.

The Beach: She won’t leave him even though he tells her to buzz off. He forgives her. They hug and find their home in each other again. The hug allows him to cry. It allows her to smile. Then they drink poison with an actual vow, “together.” In some circles that’s a commitment ceremony.

The scene when Clarke is looking at the Polis tower, and then looks at Bellamy passing in front of the rover and he is haloed by the lights is, I think, a visual bit of storytelling which says Clarke has let go of L and is moving onto the future, which is with Bellamy. There were other signs of her processing her grief, but I think this wasn’t just for us, but was her thinking about the past and then letting go.

When she tells him that she trusts him, I think it goes a long way to him feeling like she values him. Which maybe he didn’t think before.

He returns that when he tells her that he believes her about the flame and not only doesn’t he argue with her but he feeds her the chip.

Oh also the hand holding when the flame goes in. She reaches out for him and he is there only for emotional support because she’s afraid.

Season 4

The beginning of season 4 starts with them very much together and intimate and partnered, with everything from her thanking him for keeping her alive to his threats to echo when she has Clarke to leaving Polis together. However, the reminder of her love for L reinforces his belief that although he loves Clarke, she does not love him. She does though. She loved them both.

Their partnership is super tight in the early s4. They are very together. Bellamy is sure he loves her, but he still thinks it’s the princess/knight thing. It’s not. She returns it and moves closer and closer to him, up until the list scene where she nuzzles his hand and he…. can’t take it. Or doesn’t think she loves him and is just physical or gets scared or I don’t know what, but he runs away. She feels sad and rejected by him again, and although she thought he loved her too, she now thinks he doesn’t feel that way for her. Boo. Both move away from love.

But I think he was jealous and pissed off when she went to Niylah. Because he treats her WAY different after that. Oh I think she was jealous when she saw him talking to Luna, though, too. hm.

At this point we are now in full on mutual pining. He loves her and thinks she doesn’t love him back (witness Niylah and Lxa.) She loves him and thinks he doesn’t feel like that about her (witness he keeps turning her down.)

Clarke did not intend to almost confess her feelings for him on the beach. But she was feeling so much, longing so much they just slipped out.

He ALMOST got it, but not quite. Started to confess his feelings for her, and I don’t think he was intending to tell her he loved her, that’s too hard for him, but he was going to say something and it might have been about how special SHE was. but no.

On science island, we have Clarke full on pining for a love like Memori, with that soft empty bed. I think she’s thinking about Bellamy.

In Arkadia, Jasper convinces Bellamy to want something for himself, and he goes with Bree, Clarke’s lookalike. Whether they did it or not, he turned to a substitute for Clarke. Because it was as close as he could get because he couldn’t have her.

When she kidnaps, imprisons and points a gun at him, he is full on furious at her. I don’t think he even thinks of his emotions. Just fury. Betrayal.

She thinks it’s over. Why bother? He hates her.

Then he realizes in the rover that when she didn’t pull the gun on him, it wasn’t a sign that she didn’t value him, but a sign that she valued him over EVERYONE. I think he finally connects that Clarke actually loves him back, and all of a sudden his anger evaporates and he’s smiling at her. It’s totally dumb and comes out of nowhere. It’s because he realizes she LOVES HIM TOO. She doesn’t realize yet that it’s mutual.

But they are all of a sudden a team again.

When he hugs her because she missed her phone call, Clarke already thinks she’s dying. She sinks into him and grabs onto him, holding onto him because she’s decided she doesn’t want to let him go.

When they’re flirting with oxymorons and cold sweat, I think we get HER moment where she realizes he returns her feelings. For one second there’s a light of joy in her face and then she remembers that she’s dying and she doesn’t want him to hurt when she does and she doesn’t get to keep him and she’s sad.

He doesn’t want her to tell him goodbye because he knows what it means and he can’t bear it and he also doesn’t want her confession because it means the same thing but he stops and listens because he loves her.

They go to fix the dish. They get separated. When she tells him to “hurry,” that is essentially her saying she doesn’t want to give up trying and she’s going to try to live and it is the opposite of “may we meet again” because it essentially means may we not part at all.

And here’s Bellamy where his heart breaks.

And here’s Clarke where she’s been holding onto his memory for 6 years to keep from losing her mind. Because it’s a love letter she’s sending him every day for 2199 days.

And here’s where my heart breaks.

Screw you JR.

30 more days.

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke development #timeline #enemies to partners to friends #princess/knight #conflict and recovery #mutual pining #come on s5 don't fail us

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