#it was fair after you wrote that jasper prompt

[can-of-pringles]

Sorry 🫢

Thinking about little Kaia asking her fathers about heaven and what it's like. Before she could really grasp what all happened. It's especially heart wrenching to them because how do you explain to a child that they themself were kept practically hostage there? Things done to them that should never be done to someone so young? Stuff that while she doesn't remember consciously, it's still there, muscle memory. So they don't. Not yet, at least. It's for when she's older. For now, Crowley in particular tells her about his creations from when he was in heaven. And he tells her about his stars while all the other thoughts linger in the back of his mind.

Bestie you can't do this to me-

[ewanmcgreghur]

A Fucking Vampire

This is so ridiculous. Last year, I saw a prompt that Bella found out about Edward and decided to tell him in a way that would fuck with him. I can’t find the prompt, so I can’t credit who suggested it. I reread what I wrote last year, and not to toot my own horn, but it’s hilarious. 

I’m back on my Twilight bullshit. 

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She finally understood. 

It made so much sense now. The brooding. Avoiding sunlight. Pale skin like he’d only every heard of the sun, which, to be fair, was pretty much any white person in this state. He knows every answer a teacher has every thrown at him, yet she’d never seen him with notes or a binder. She could swear on her life that he’s traveled substantial distances within a physically improbable amount of time just to talk to her. He never eats, and he never smelt of B.O., which should’ve tipped her off, considering that was a rare thing in high school. 

A vampire, a fucking vampire. She couldn’t keep this to herself. She felt like she was going to explode with excitement over her discovery, but she also felt a tad bit queasy at times when she remembered his diet. What the hell was he doing at high school?

Bella knew what she had to do. 

“Alright, alright, everyone,” Eric smiled his usual cocky grin, “casino night, prom, gambling, Bond, me.” Everyone, save for Bella, groaned at Eric’s attempt at sophistication. He was passing out the flyers for prom, when Bella caught a glance at the family of remote supermodels entering the cafeteria. God, they’re all vampires, aren’t they? Bella felt a bit foolish at this last minute realization. 

“Eric, why can’t we do like – a French theme or something like that, yeah? Casinos are – I don’t know – so cliché.” Jessica was nibbling her nails, not bothering to spare a glance at Eric’s astonishment. 

“French? Oh, yeah that’s very original! Jessica, I spent weeks trying to convince Mr. Kimberly that fake gambling wouldn’t lead to “disreputable habits.” As if that’s what’s going to get most of these people after high school –” Angela cut off Eric and his growing irritability. 

“I think casinos are cool – you know, long gowns, cocktails, low lights, romantic...” Angela always had a habit of ending her sentences, especially those of which expressed some form of personal opinion, more unsure than when she began.

Edward and his family had already sat down with their trays (props) and were making conversation amongst themselves. Bella felt like her body was screaming at their table, yelling at them that she knew their secret. She would feel victorious if she wasn’t feeling so on edge. When Bella tore herself from her thoughts, her friends had moved onto the topic of colleges and how next year they would be the ones leaving school.

“I think I’m just going to apply to one, yeah, I doubt I’ll get accepted to anywhere besides this one –” Mike shrugged. Mike Newton had gotten over his little obsession with Bella in recent months, which she could not be more grateful for, for her sake and Jessica’s. 

“Mike, I think you’re underestimating yourself,” Bella said before she realized she was talking. “I mean, you’re smart and you have good grades. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of choices come next spring. You just gotta –” Bella motioned with her hands, “believe in yourself a little more.”

Her words were echoed by a chorus of approval and encouragements from their friends, but Bella could only notice the pair of amber eyes that had made their way to her. Edward. In light of her revelation, Bella had almost forgotten the feeling she got when she saw him, like a fire in her belly that threatened to engulf her. Then his little smile knocked her out of her reverie. He’s probably been laughing at her this whole time. 

“Hey, guys.” Bella interrupted, unaware of where the conversation was at. “I have kind of a weird question, but it’s something me and my mom were debating, would you fuck a vampire?” She could hear the sudden choked coughing behind her. 

“Because I would.” Her eyes went straight to the person she was most desperate for a reaction. 

If a person could look like they were being struck by lightning, Edward would be that person. His eyes were blown wide open, and his mouth wasn’t too far from dropping off his face. The composed, elegant boy she had begun to know had left the building and was replaced by a stammering, bumbling (gorgeous) vampire whose family looked ready to cut and run. 

Unmindful of her friend’s responses, Bella maintained her firm gaze on the family. Moving over to the other Cullen’s, Jasper seemed almost as shocked as Edward, Alice looked downright gleeful, Rosalie radiated her simmering disdain, and Emmett appeared to be having the best moment of his life. 

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[tanis-in-a-trenchcoat]

10; romantic

Prompt: 10. You look beautiful in the moonlight

Words: 1173

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This is also for @venusvex because they want a fic with Jaskier saying all the things he loves about Geralt (I’m afraid it’s not exactly what I wrote, sorry ;;), so here I am, mixing ideas 🙏 

I hope you like it!

The breeze was soft and warm. Weak. It moved the pine branches gently, with a sound of sweet and sleeping summer. The moon, full and bright, was shining like a graceful and silver fire in a sky sprinkled with tiny and twinkling stars. The crickets were singing their love songs, the only sound besides the owls hooting. 

It's a beautiful valley, thought Jaskier, sitting on a rock near the cliff, I could write a song only with the descriptions of this sight.

They were traveling on their way to Lyria, by a long canyon covered in thick and fresh forests with warm rivers after months of thaw. Far away from villages Geralt didn't hunt monsters (that's the first rule) so they weren't on constant stress. If by some chance the medallion began to buzz, Geralt diverted his way elsewhere and avoided whatever creature was ahead.

Jaskier was gazing at the stars, struggling to locate the constellations he thought he knew when Geralt came along and sat beside him on the rock with a soft sigh. The campsite was behind them, the bonfire reduced to a few slight and glowing embers that they didn't need anymore. Roach was already sleeping with soft snorts and huffs.

The wind blew calmy from the south, carrying the whispers of the valley. Suddenly, a wolf's howl shattered the serenity of the night for long seconds. Jaskier looked at Geralt, who had his eyes closed and an expression of peace in his face. Silverlight leaked faintly over them, making Geralt's features seemed ethereal, with his white hair almost sparkling in a million of the little stars that were in the sky. Jaskier felt himself holding his breath and thinking:

Gods, he's so beautiful in the moonlight… 

When the howl faded, the witcher opened his eyes and fixed it in the deep scar that was the canyon, a tiny smirk on his lips. Jaskier felt his face warm, hands sweating and throat dry.

"Sometimes," Geralt whispered, and he sounded resigned, guilty and hopeful at the same time. "I wish I could stay like this."

Jaskier swallowed, glancing at the valley. For a moment, the crickets were the only noise that made vibrated the air. 

"You mean…" he said.

Geralt sighed, softly, and replied with a mutter.

"Travelling with you through mountains and forest without monsters, without having to worry about anything else."

Jaskier frowned a little, suddenly sad because he knew Geralt minded people calling him 'monster' much more than monsters itself.

"But that's not the Path, right?" he said.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Geralt's nod.

"That's not the Path." Geralt echoed.

Above them, the moon had moved a little, reaching the zenith overhead the mountain's peak. Jaskier swallowed again. He could give up his music, his own voice, for a world where Geralt could be entirely happy, without the Path, without having to hunt monsters for coins from people that feared and despised him for what he was. 

"They don't deserve your help," Jasper said, feeling angry.

Geralt looked at him, tilting his head a little. 

"Don't say that," The witcher replied, soft, patiently. "That's not how it works."

"I know but–" Jaskier hesitated and bit his lower lip. "They don't care about you, to really know you. You are just the witcher who hunts monsters, the mutant. They hate you when there's no danger in sight but soon a monster appears they run to you for help. And they only pay well if you haggle."

Jaskier realized then his hands were shaking. Geralt said nothing but he didn't stop watching him.

"And it's not fair," Jaskier continued. "You are the kindest person I have met, even at first, when I was following you without your consent."

"I punched you." Geralt's voice remained soft and tender except for a slight hint of remorse. "And I've never apologized for that."

"Yes, you had," Jaskier affirmed. "After that, when we were imprisoned and the elves wanted to kill us, you were willing to die at his hands if that was they wanted to do. But for me? You–"

"Jaskier," Geralt interrupted. He put a hand on his arm and squeezed it. "I didn't want you to die at that moment because you were a casualty, not because I was apologizing. Perhaps you were annoying and I didn't want any type of companionship but…" Geralt let the words die in his tongue and shook his head softly. "I know what are you trying to say, and I feel… grateful, really, but the way most people treat me didn't mean I'm not an asshole sometimes. Especially to you."

Jaskier gulped a dense sigh and took the hand he had in his arm. His own hand was smaller than Geralt's hand, with the lute calluses not matching the sword calluses. 

"I like this," he mumbled.

"What," Geralt said with another whisper.

"This. You talking to me about how you feel. I know it's difficult for you."

Jaskier saw a tiny smile blooming in his lips. Geralt interlaced their fingers and leaned a little towards the bard, resting his forehead on Jaskier's. 

"I'm sorry," he said.

Jaskier smiled, slowly, fondly, and cupped the witcher's face with his free hand. The moonlight made his amber eyes much more luminous, bright. Jaskier caressed his jawline, feeling the slight rough beard Geralt had.

"See? You are kind," he murmured. "Much more kind than most of the people out there."

"Hm." The sigh was long, harsh, hoarse, but no hostile. 

"I have been traveling with you for years, Geralt, I know you have bad temper sometimes, but you also had patient, and you care for little things and…" Jaskier breathes deeply.

Geralt chuckled.

"I get it," he said. "You don't have to do this."

"But–"

"Little bird," Geralt hissed sweetly, lifted the bard's hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles. Jaskier felt his heart flutter fast, a hot cloud whirling in his chest, his face warm, and tears peeking in the corner of his eyes. "Thank you."

Jaskier shook his head, rubbing a little Geralt's forehead. Geralt huffed a smile.

"Oh, no, don't argue with me. Thank you–" Geralt pulled away from Jaskier a little and kissed his forehead, dragging his lips through the temple to the ear. "–for making me feel better."

Jaskier let out a weak breath and giggled, trembling, his free hand abandoned Geralt's face and gripped his shirtfront, making the witcher straight up. 

"Anytime, my love," he said.

Then Jaskier pulled just enough to make Geralt leaned and kissed him, softly at first, much more deeply after. Geralt grunted, low, almost harsh, and bit Jaskier lower lip before pulled away an inch. Jaskier breathed out a whine.

"Come," Geralt said getting up and helping Jaskier to get up. "I don't want to fall off the cliff while we're fucking."

Jaskier snorted, following Geralt back to the camp, feeling floating, feeling like the moon over the mountains and the valley, in a zenith among all the stars in the sky.

[everlarkbirthdaygifts]

Happy Birthday, ilovepeetaanddarcy-peemadarzy

Happy Birthday, @ilovepeetaanddarcy-peemadarzy​! We hope you’re having a lovely birthday today, and got exactly the presents you were hoping for! To kick your party into gear, the lovely @mega-aulover​ has written a story just for you!

For: Ilovepeetaanddarcy-peemadarzy

Prompt: So, Katniss is pregnant for the third time and OMG they are twins!

A/N sorry it’s late I wrote two drabbles and I just couldn’t decide which one to choose…. So I hope you enjoy both...not beta’d so al mistakes are woefully mine.

Both Rated: G

Title 1: Mel’s Wish

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“Mommy,” Mel said her toothy grin caused Katniss to smile. They were in the meadow. Her daughter was dancing. Peeta was in the distance with their son playing patty-cake.

“Yes Mel?”

“I want a sister.”

Katniss smiled and hugged her daughter tighter. “But you have Jasper.”

“He’s alright but he smells funny and he doesn’t like playing dolls with me.”

The problems of a four year old were not exactly an earth shattering, but Katniss loved that her children could face such trivial things. They did not have to think about hunger, mutts, or cruel arenas with looming reapings. Her children had a chance at peace. Something she was slowly accepting that things would never be what they were again. There had been two presidents since Paylor took office. After four years she ran for the Presidency and won by a landside.

When her second term was nearly finished many expected her to run again. In a groundbreaking move she addressed the nation and put forth a two term policy like their ancestors had during the ancient days of democracy. Following her example many senators also vacated their seats allowing themselves two terms as well.

Power in Paylor’s own words corrupts absolutely without checks and balances. This ideal became was an established amendment to the original contract written by the Districts. It read; “In order for a fair and equitable establishment and to bring forth new and valued ideals no one should have more than eight years in any seat of power.”

These rules and many others eased Katniss sense of forboding about their future. The arenas were torn down and those that weren’t became an attraction to show people a past that we must never return.

“So I am guessing you want a sister.”

“Yes mommy a sister to play with and she can braid my hair and I can braid hers. Someone to play catch with.”

“But you can play catch with Jasper.”

“Mommy Jasper doesn’t understand how to play catch with Mermaids…”

“But certainly teach Jasper,” Katniss tried once more.

Her daughter put her tiny hand on top of hers and stared directly into Katniss eyes.  “No mommy, I need a sister.”

“MEL!” Peeta called.

“Go with dadd,” Katniss urged. She watched her daughter laugh and dance all the way to her father. Mel was practical and although she believed in Mermaids no thanks to Fin, Annie’s son. Her feet was firmly planted on the ground. For her to ask for another baby took Katniss by surprise.

So much so that the thought of another baby stayed with her throughout the day. Having Mel was hard. She had to overcome a lot of insecurities and fears. All of those voices died the moment she held Mel. For Jasper she suffered less knowing the moment in the end holding him was going to outweigh all of pitfalls she faced.

A quick look at the calender let her know she was not getting any younger.  She found her hand straying to her womb as she thought of what it felt like to hold her babies for the first time. The soft baby smell, the downey skin, the way they gripped your finger. The new baby pang hit her hard, but she kept her thoughts quiet. She would as she’d done with Mel and Jasper speak to Peeta about her desire.

Katniss smiled she was determined as Peeta, he waited a lifetime to be with Katniss and their daughter had that same grit. That night as she got ready to go to bed. Mel whispered, ‘Don’t forget mommy.”

“I won’t.” Katniss said getting up and tucking Mel in. She drifted to the bedroom where Peeta was quietly pulling down the bed for the night.

“What was that all about?” Peeta threw her a pillow.

“Mel wants a sister.”

Chuckled, “Of course she does. Jasper refused to put on one of her dresses yesterday.”

“What.”

“There’s been a private battle between them. Jasper wants to do things his way and Mel wants things her way. Jasper refused to play with her.”

Katniss sat down. “How did I miss all this.”

“I only found out about it yesterday,” Peeta said sitting next to her.

“You know what is so crazy?”

“No.” Peeta looked at me expectantly.

“I was considering having another baby before it’s to late for us.”

“You were?” His eyebrows shot up.

Katniss nodded. “This may be our last opportunity for another child, before it’s too late.” Katniss glanced at Peeta. “Crazy right?”

“No not so crazy, and you know me I’ve always wanted a gaggle of children. I only want what you want.”

“You do realize Mel will get an inflated head.”

Peeta laughed. “Well it is her idea.”

“How are we going to get them to get along?”

“Mel has to learn that she can’t have it her way all of the time,” Peeta said.

“Is that why you called her to play with you guys?”

“Yup.”

“I knew you would always be the better parent,” Katniss grumbled.

Peeta kissed her and her heart rate tripled. He pulled back and winked at her,  “Let’s make a baby Mrs. Mellark.”

Four months later Katniss found herself hugging the inside of a toilet bowl. “Did I ever tell you how much I hate this part.”

Peeta didn’t answer he put a cool compress to her forehead.

“You going to say anything?”  Katniss laid back against his chest.

“Nope, I’ve learned my lesson.” Peeta diligently wiped her face.

She grinned petting his leg. “Good boy.”

“So we have our appoint with Doc. Stevens  today, excited?”

“I am, there are a few things I would like to understand.” Katniss looked at her belly she’d already popped.  

“Well you’ve been hungry.” Peeta teased.

“Stop making me laugh,” Katniss chuckled.

“So let's get in the shower before Haymitch brings back the little ankle biters back.”

“We're going to be outnumbered after this one you know,” Katniss slowly got up heading for the shower.”

The doctor's office was shut down early so that Katniss could  get her appointment done in privacy.  To this day she was hounded by the pres. Despite fifteen years having passed since the end of the war.

Katniss was laying back on the table as the doctor did a sonogram. She paused momentarily. “Huh,” her doctor said once more moving the wand.

“Is there something wrong?” Peeta asked verbalizing the terror that gripped Katniss heart.

Suddenly they saw it on the small screen, a second baby.

“Looks like you guys are having twins.” The doctor said.

Katniss was shocked and that night as they prepared dinner.  They were all sitting at the table when Mel just came out and asked.

“So mommy are we having a baby?”

Katniss and Peeta looked at the other and said. “Two, but we don’t know if it will be a girl or boy.”

Mel jumped up, “Really! Jasper we’re getting more playmates.”

Jasper laughed.

Mel danced around she’d gotten her wish.

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Title 2:  The Accidental Surprise

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to get pregnant not again. Peeta and I agreed that we were having two children. Yet here I am pregnant. The stick with the two bright pink permanent lines does not lie.

“Damit, Jo, why did I listen to you?” Katniss rubbed her face she’d casually mentioned how tired I had become recently.

Jo suggested I rule out a pregnancy.

I didn’t want to, in fact I got mad her suggestion and rebuffed her suggestion. But her words were like an annoying song that gets in your brain and you can’t help hum. I tried to ignore her words but after going down for a nap today I decided to give in and take the test.

The lines glare up at me.

How did I come to this moment I wonder, well actually I know how I got here. It was that weekend. Our anniversary, twenty years. Peeta and I well we acted like randy children. My reflection grins back at me. Getting your groove on with your husband and two kids wasn’t easy. Jo and Annie came down and took the kids on a magical weekend trip.

Peeta and I went at it like rabbits, we were barely functioning and walking straight when the kids came home. There are things that don’t work as right as you become older, Peeta’s back gave out on him on one occasion involving a table and on more than one occasion we did fall asleep. Ah the sleep so great to sleep in without an interruption.  

We did much more than sleep we made a baby.

This kid is an undercover agent because I don’t feel the normal signs, like the nausea, the feeling of being sick. The smelling. With both my kids I had a nose that was scientific. I could smell things from all the way in town. I splay my free hand over my belly and wonder if this real or could it be that this is a trick. I’m not exactly young anymore and because of the trauma I suffered in my youth my body is going through the early onset of menopause.

“Hey babe, you almost done in here?” Peeta opens the door and sees me holding the stick.

I smile, “Guess what…”

Peeta rushes in the bath room, he holds the stick. A riot of emotions filter through his face, shock, wonder, and disbelief. “Is this right?”

“The stick says it is.”

His eyes travel from my face to my stomach before traveling back up. “Why did you take the test?”

“Johanna.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I have been tired, more so than normal and I told Jo and she said to take a test to rule it out. I did and I am afraid this is one of false positives.”

Peeta embraced me and I melt taking comfort in his arms. “We’ll make an appointment with doctor Whitcombe.”

I nod against his chest. Three weeks later I sit gripping Peeta’s hand waiting for the results. They had urine and enough of my blood to make my clone. Leaning into his chest I feel his reassurance. The paper gown crinkles as I sit there. I’ve never been good with nudity so Peeta always brings me a blanket to slip on top of the blanket and socks. I need socks like I need air. Peeta doesn’t understand my insistence on wearing socks to bed. If not for the kids he wouldn’t wear anything.

“Do you think they’re taking so long because I am not pregnant and it’s just a hormonal imbalance?” I whisper my unspoken fear. “Do you think there is something else wrong with me?”

“Whatever they find we’ll face it together,” Peeta brings my hand to his mouth.

The brush of his warm lips against the back of my hand.

Dr. Whitcombe comes into the room with her nurse, Many. “Well congratulations are in order.”

“Congratulations,” I parrot back to him.

“We are going to have a maybe, I mean another baby?” Peeta whispers.

“Another.” Dr. Whitcombe smiled looking at them both. “You’re going to have twins.”

[bellarkefanfiction]

We Play Our Parts So Well

written by: Josefine / @selflessbellamy

prompt: bellamy and clarke are actors on a tv show. theyre love interests but are also dating irl and they have to shoot their first sex scene together. they get it on either during (unknowingly to others) or after the shoot for anonymous

word count: 2847

There are countless things wrong with having your co-stars head between your thighs. Especially if it’s done off-camera, in the casual setting of his apartment, with the spicy taste of Italian red wine lingering like a promise at the tip of her tongue. Bellamy, of course, ate her out vigorously until she grasped at the sheets like a lifeline, and now his character, Julian Amerada, has to do the same to hers. And Clarke has to pretend, for the sake of self-preservation, that she doesn’t know what it feels like.

In the hit NBC TV-series Embers, Clarke plays the role of Cassandra Tallion, a princess whose life is forever altered when she discovers what it’s like to be a warrior. And since the premiere of the show — the first scene she shared with Bellamy, more precisely — fans on Twitter (and virtually every other social media platform in existence) — have been screaming in all caps for them to just ‘SUCK FACES ALREADY ASDFGBSKCKXS’

Now, they’re finally going to get what they want. It’s been five seasons and the showrunner, Thelonius Jaha, has decided that it’s finally time to make Jassandra a thing — a canon thing.

Jasper Jordan, one of the special effect technicians, puts sugar in his coffee (enough to kill a small animal), quirks up an eyebrow and looks from Bellamy to Clarke before stating the obvious, “The internet is gonna fucking explode when you guys finally get it on.”

For a moment, Clarke’s eyes flicker nervously to Bellamy’s. Oh god, she’s supposed to be an actress, but she can’t even keep her cool in this situation. Meanwhile, her very handsome and very forbidden boyfriend takes a sip of his Earl Grey tea (Miller loves to call him a ‘sophisticated bastard’ for that preference), looking at Jasper nonchalantly.

“Did I hear someone say ‘getting it on’?” Raven chimes in, walking towards their table to throw her arms around Clarke’s shoulders. “That’s my domain.”

At that, Clarke only chuckles. So does Bellamy. “Raven, the last time I checked, you were happily married to an ex-pilot by the name of Shaw.”

Flippantly, Reyes takes her best friend’s coffee mug to steal a sip, then winces at the taste when she realizes that it isn’t black. “Yeah, and we get it on all the time. But of course, you wouldn’t know about that now, would you, Griffin?” It’s a fair burn, but little does Raven know that it no longer rings true. Since Clarke started seeing Bellamy off set four months ago, she’s had more orgasms than she had during all of last year.

“Have you read the script?” Harper McIntyre joins them. She plays Amelia, Cassandra’s stepsister, who is trying to overthrow her own father’s regime. “It’s cunnilingus, right?”

Jordan chuckles, “Oh please, Harper. You read all of it just like the rest of us,” and when Clarke looks at him, her brow furrowed in confusion, he continues, “Every single one of us is on team Jassandra. It’s no secret.”

As Clarke looks around the table, everyone — including Miller — nods, and Murphy even confesses to buying merch from Ebay, which leaves the rest of them shook. Still, his only explanation is, “What can I say? Some of this fanart is pretty fucking cool.”

Well, you can’t argue with that. Every time Clarke logs on to Twitter, her mentions are full of beautiful art pieces and gifs that people have made of the show (someone even wrote a song for Jassandra once). It warms her heart and makes her smile each day knowing that there are so many talented, passionate fans out there.

Episode 5x07 of Embers is called ‘The Land We March For’, and they’re shooting some of it tomorrow morning, including the already notorious love scene in Cassandra’s bedchamber in Marble Castle. Feeling a bit nervous about the whole ordeal, Clarke decides to abandon the table and take a look at the set, which has been prepared for the shoot tomorrow.

There are candles everywhere, ready to be lit and the bed has been covered in furs. It looks beautiful, but Clarke still has to swallow the lump in her throat.

“You alright?”

Smiling, Bellamy puts a hand to her shoulder. He must’ve followed her here, and she instantly appreciates it. For some reason, she always feels more at ease when she’s around him, and even though having to do her first love scene on screen is still incredibly daunting, she’s so glad that he will be there with her.

“Yeah… Just a bit nervous,” she confesses after a minute.

In comfort, he places his hand on her shoulder, caressing it with his thumb. “Trust me, I get that.”

Unlike her, Bellamy has done a love scene on Embers before, although it was a short flashback one between Julian and his deceased lover, Karolina. “Whatever,” she says, exhaling. “We’ll just have to kill this scene, you know? The viewers deserve something great. Our characters deserve it. We just need to do it justice.”

In fact, it was partly with the viewers and their characters in mind that Bellamy and Clarke asked for some of the script for the scene to be altered. Originally, Cassandra was supposed to beg Julian to ‘ravish her’, but that seemed non-consensual and out of character, so they made sure that the line was changed to ‘make love to me’.

“I can’t wait to see the fan reaction.”

“Jasper’s right. People are gonna lose their shit.”

(Certainly, they are not wrong…)

***

Just before they start filming the scene the next morning, Clarke tweets a row of cryptic emojis along with the hashtags #EmbersTV and #BigDay. Smirking, she joins Bellamy on the set of Cassandra’s bedchamber, and even though they both look very much in character, they have one last ritual as Bellamy and Clarke before they start shooting.

They hug. For a long time…

It’s nice, not only because of the obvious reasons, but it also seems to strengthen their connection, so that the chemistry continues to be — as according to @TheTheloniusJaha on Twitter — on fire. When this ritual started two years ago, the showrunner found it so special that he posted a picture of it to the Internet, and to say the fandom went nuts would be an understatement. Most notable retweets go to:

@Jassandraisrealbitches: NOW WE HAVE SOME CONTENT FOR MODERN AU’S FOLKS ASDFJGGJFSO

@JulianAmeradaah: Oh would you look at these cuties??!!!?? No wonder why their connection is da bomb.com

@QueenCassandra: This might not be the canon story, but my Jassandra heart has been fed a whole ass meal thank u @ jesus

“Are you okay?” Bellamy murmurs once they pull away from each other, his eyes as soft as the rain-soaked Earth, and she just barely resists the desire to kiss him. Instead, she nods, determined. Then they go to their assigned marks just before Thelonius Jaha roars, “ACTION!”

Cassandra’s hair is still wet from a bath, so she’s wringing it out when Julian emerges from the shadows, his ripped shirt exposing the blossoming bruises on his chest. She gasps, stepping forward to reach for him, but he takes a step back. His midnight sky eyes have lost their stars as they flash with an emotion she can’t identify. “I’m a monster, Princess,” he proclaims.

She ignores it. “I told you not to call me that.”

Without looking at her, he bursts into laughter, almost hysterical. The horror of battle has started to feast on his soul, on his heart and it threatens to tear her apart, seeing him like this. “Julian, please…” She can tell that he wants to look at her, because he clenches his jaw.

“I thought I was angry when I heard about Bhoran asking for your hand in marriage, Your Highness, but how can I be? I will never be good enough for you. I could never give you the life you want.”

Once he’s said that, the blood boils in her veins and fire sparks within her ocean eyes. This time when she strides forward, she doesn’t let him back away. Instead, she crashes her mouth onto his, her lips violent and desperate…

Unbeknownst to their co-stars, Bellamy and Clarke have already kissed countless times, so even though their makeout sessions are a lot more relaxed than this, kissing is easy. But staying in character, however, that’s difficult. She can tell that Bellamy wants to soften the kiss, which he isn’t supposed to. He also buries his hand in her hair, going off script, but it likely won’t be a big deal.

Definitely not to the fans anyway… They will gush about this for months.

Julian breaks away to discover that her rage hasn’t evaporated completely. “Since when do you know what I want?” She hisses, even if her lower lip quivers with emotion. In front of her is the man who taught her to fight, to defy her father, to value her own ambition instead of being obedient. “I want you. All of you,” she states, tearing at his ruined shirt until the material falls off.

“Cassandra…” Finally, he says her real name, causing her eyes to shut briefly as desire strikes her harder. Still, his voice is barely audible, hidden by a veil of uncertainty, but she holds his gaze with the utmost determination as she maps his chest with her hands, the bruises too.

(Clarke takes the liberty of licking her lips a little, so that means Cassandra does as well)

“Make love to me.”

He stares for half a minute. “I can’t… You’re a—“

“Don’t say it!” When she turns her back to him, Julian can’t resist the temptation of undoing the buttons on her dress. In fact, he wants nothing more than to free her of that horrible corset. Leaning into his touch, she sighs. “Until morning, I am Cassandra, no more, no less… And I love you.”

One thing that the TV Scoop journalist Riley Peterson remarked in his first of many reviews on Embers was that the love scenes were graphic, just like in Game of Thrones, which had a bunch of horny white men flocking to the show only to be disappointed when they discovered that Embers is unapologetically feminist. Jaha even had this in mind when he chose the type of sex that Julian and Cassandra (his two leads) would be having.

(“Yeah, Cassandra’s father may be all about preserving medieval values, but Julian isn’t.”

When Jaha said that, Bellamy had winked at her discreetly, whispering, “Julian knows how to please a woman. We have so much in common.” For that comment, Clarke kicked teasingly at his shin under the table)

There’s a cut between Cassandra’s dress falling to the floor and the next scene where they’re in her bed, having sex, so they take a quick break to have some water. “We got this, right?”

Looking around to make sure nobody’s watching them, Bellamy presses a reassuring kiss to her temple, and she smiles in gratitude. Still, she’s unsure about something, so she decides to ask Bellamy for his two cents because he’s probably the person — right next to Jaha and herself — that knows the most about Cassandra as a character.

“How loud do you’d think she’d be?”  When he raises his eyebrows, grinning, she swats at his arm. “It’s a genuine question, Bellamy.”

“I know. Sorry… I’m gonna say that she’s a woman, a virgin, who’s having oral sex with the man that she loves the most in the world, so… she’s probably loud. At the very least shook.”

Well, that part won’t be hard to play at all. The first time Bellamy went down on her, she was left speechless, feeling as if she were flying high above land with the stars surrounding her. Yes, it’d been that great, and luckily he’d felt the same way.

They’re smiling at each other when Jaha appears. “Sorry if I’m ruining a moment, but we gotta roll again.”

Showtime…  

To get it right, Clarke tries to remember the stars that formed behind her eyelids when Bellamy licked into her for the first time, and it works. She cries out, clutching at his hair with one hand and at the sheets with the other. As her lips part, Bellamy presses an unscripted kiss to her inner thigh, which has her gasping. It’s a natural reaction, for her as well as Cassandra, so it really doesn’t matter, but she still feels self-conscious.

“You good?” Bellamy adlibs, and she nods frantically, managing a fake moan when he pretends to pick up the pace.  

To be fair, the script doesn’t mention anything about Cassandra having an orgasm, but in the matter of two seconds, Clarke decides that yes, her character would definitely have one, so she does her job as an actress and fakes it. This is something that she’s never done with Bellamy before, which means that the production team will have to decide whether it’s convincing enough to keep in the final take.

“Beautiful,” once again, Bellamy adlibs, but he’s good at that, mostly because he has such a strong sense of Julian. Then he moves up her body to kiss her deeply, and when Jaha yells ‘CUT!’ it clearly takes all of his willpower to stop. Pulling back, he mimics ‘Later’ like a promise; his dark eyes alight with sparks.

***

Later in her dressing room, Clarke is alone and has just pulled out a Hershey’s cookies and cream bar as a reward for her sweet tooth when Bellamy walks in, hands buried in his pockets. A smile is blooming on her lips when she turns around to face him.

He starts, “You should improvise more. I know that’s usually my thing, but you’re really good at it.”

Feeling heat rush to her face at the compliment, Clarke admits, “Well, I’m not actually used to faking orgasms… I’ve only ever done it once.”

His brow furrows, and it’s most likely because of their five-year-long friendship that she understands why without having to ask. Therefore, she clears her throat, blushing harder. She feels like a teenager. “Not with you. I have an ex-boyfriend that I only slept with once before we broke up, and he really failed at getting me off.”

“Do you want me to get you off?”

“You just did,” she replies, her sassiness colliding with his bluntness in a way that makes him laugh. It’s her favorite sound, even better than jazz on a Sunday morning or a rainstorm pounding against her window…

“No. Julian got Cassandra off. We should celebrate. Jassandra’s canon, after all. ”

There are countless things wrong with having your co-stars head between your legs; especially it’s in an unlocked dressing room… Whatever. It’s too late to be sensible now, and if being sensible means that she can no longer date or have sex with Bellamy, she is choosing to be foolish.

“Oh, the things we do for fun,” she thinks out loud, the words emerging at the edge of a moan. Bellamy’s tongue is always able to give her earthquake-like orgasms that cause tremors to run through her body, the best of aftershocks. Laughing, she pulls him up to kiss the bronze stars on his forehead.

“Do you think we should tell the others about us?”

Her heart swells. This is getting really serious for him, too. “Yeah. When the time is right.”

***

As it turns out, the time is right on the night where the episode airs on national television, and Clarke has decided to invite the entire gang over to celebrate and watch live. Just when the love scene is about to start, Jasper mumbles around his slice of pizza, “This is my favorite part,” and everyone chuckles, but he is too fixated on the screen to notice.

Smiling a little shyly, Clarke walks to Bellamy while their friends are watching the scene unfold and sits down on his lap. Only when the scene is over, everyone turns to them (mostly because their phones are blowing up with Twitter notifications). Apparently the least shocked, Raven is the first person to make a comment, “Fucking finally. I knew all of that chemistry wasn’t there for nothing.”

“Reyes, you sound like a Twitter fangirl,” Miller notes, which earns him a pillow in the face.  

But yeah, in Miller’s defense, she actually does:

@Jassandraisreal: ASDFHDISNVJ BITCH I AM ON THE F L O O R. WHAT THE FUQ? #Jassandra #EmbersTV #507

@AmeradasJulian: SHE CAME… SHE CAME!!!111!!! WHEN WILL YOUR OTP EVER? I HAVE ASCENDED #Jassandra #EmbersTV #i am deceased

@Embersfan125: How is it possible to be so alive and so fucking dead at the same time?? I blame @EmbersTV @TheTheloniusJaha @ClarkeyG & @BellamyBlake #EmbersTV

However, this is nothing compared to the amount of keysmashes and exclamation points in the tweets following Bellamy’s announcement 18 months later:

BELLAMY BLAKE: ‘YES, IT’S TRUE. CLARKE AND I ARE ENGAGED.’

Fans all over the world have lost it. As @Jassandraendgaame on Twitter so eloquently puts it: “WE NEVER FUCKING LOSE BITCHES!”