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@bellarkeficquotes
She would recognize him anywhere, she thinks. In the dark, or fifteen years from now, or when everything familiar was eventually ripped away from her. He would always be made out of the same sweeping lines and stars that made up her home.
and then we were chasing comets, by prosciutto
Bellamy isn’t Clarke’s world, but he is what keeps it turning. On his axis she spins, for better or worse.
hello love, my invincible friend, by marmvg
They so rarely allow themselves this intimacy; to take care of each other, comfort one another, feel in such a physical way. When they do, they’re shining light on something they usually keep hidden: that Clarke would sacrifice fifty of her people for fifty of Roan’s to keep Bellamy alive, would drop a bomb on innocents to keep him safe, and that Bellamy would cross an entire army of bloodthirsty warriors to rescue her, would do anything for her, to protect her, because it just makes sense; that somewhere along the line, keeping their people alive became their second priority because their first is now wholly, tragically each other.
hello love, my invincible friend, by marmvg
Everybody takes care of everybody, that’s how they’ve become. But nobody takes care of each other the way they do. It’s different with Clarke. Somehow.
above the trainwreck; the meaning of it all by hooksandheroics
It was like this: her head was a constant, never-ending war zone, and while he could never calm the storm that raged within her (that fell on her, and her alone), he was the anchor that kept her adrift, a force of nature himself. He was reassurance, a moment of quiet, a warm squeeze of her palm when she faltered; you don’t have to do this alone.
to my favorite scar (to all of the stars), by prosciutto
And what Bellamy is to Clarke is something no one else can equate to. He’s not her parent, not her lover, and something more than an old friend. He’s a warm blanket in winter, a cool spring in blazing heat. He’s there to knock her down a peg, to fight her fire with his own. The bad days, he makes bearable, and the good days, he makes brighter. Clarke craves his presence like oxygen. When he’s gone, she misses him like a limb. He’s her worst enemy. He’s her best friend. He fills every piece of her in a way she never knew a person could. . Bellamy Blake is Clarke Griffin’s entire heart.
a blush of love, by marmvg
The world is full of terrible things, but that won't stop her loving Bellamy Blake.
the difference between shooting stars and satellites, by chash
She sits next to Bellamy, her shoulder brushing his, the constant reminder that he's there. She knows she's always been the one to leave him, so she doesn't really feel like he might go, but it's like a tether. She knows where she is, when she's with him. She knows how to come back to herself.
draw down the stars, by chash
They said that love was all-consuming, that it razed everything in its path and often made little to no sense. And maybe that’s why it never appealed to him: because passion was something he already had in spades, fire, too. Bellamy didn’t want any of that- he wanted this . It felt quiet and calm but unyielding amidst chaos, steady, like the knowledge that he could look up at the night sky and pick out the same constellations every time. He didn’t know if he was in love with Clarke Griffin. At least, not yet. But she felt like peace, and he had never wanted anything more.
you’re the only home i know, by prosciutto
It still surprises her, sometimes, that she could want something so badly. It wasn’t about possession or staking a claim; didn’t rage and scorch and rip her apart like all her other relationships did. It was quiet and careful and good, the first hint of leaves after months of cold and slush and snow. It burned at her- a low, even hum that held steady, tasted like hope against the roof of her tongue. Bellamy had showed her that there was still some things that were good out there- that could be hopeful- if she only dared to reach out and take them.
this is right where it begins, by prosciutto
Clarke didn’t think she could ever feel like this again, not after Finn, and certainly not after Lexa. It was impossible to want when you felt like you had nothing left to give, but it was different with him. Bellamy didn’t expect anything from her that she couldn’t give, didn’t paint her out to be someone that she didn’t want to be. He saw her for who she was and accepted it wholeheartedly. There was a shortage of things in the world that could ever hold her steady - but Bellamy Blake was that one immovable force.
well, i'll be your partner in crime, by prosciutto
They hold each other close and it’s quiet. It’s not a battle cry like Clarke would think the moment they accepted that they love each other would be. It’s not war drums. It’s not an old Earth symphony. It’s just quiet. And it’s exactly what they need.
we burned bright, by marauders_groupie
Clarke Griffin kisses him and it’s nothing like the flowers she painted on his skin. She kisses him and it’s not an explosion, not a hurricane that’s going to set his head spinning and destroy his soul with its ferocity. She kisses him and it’s flowers blooming in the concrete, just where no one would think to find them. She kisses him and it’s a cruel world that has finally come to a rest.
livewire, by marauders_groupie
Bellamy has this incredulous look in his eyes that makes Clarke want to laugh out loud, ask him if he really thinks that she wouldn’t walk to the ends of Earth for him, too. How can he think that he’s the only one who’d touch the other’s skin like it’s a fragile, precious thing, the only one who’d look at the other like they’re water in a forest fire?  How can he think, even just for one moment, that she doesn’t love him? She loves him like you love the one good thing you get in a shitty life, that one big, good thing you think you’ll spend the rest of your days working to deserve. She loves him like warriors love winning the battles. She loves him like this Earth loves scratching at their skin and making them work for every breath they take. She loves him because there’s nothing else. There is nothing else.
we burned bright, by marauders_groupie
Bellamy is her home. She isn’t sure how. She can’t quite determine the parts of the whole that make him so, that make him her touchstone. All she knows is that from the moment she saw Roan move in behind him, she’d seen a terrifying, alternate outcome. One where Bellamy lay dead at her feet and the darkness she’s worked so hard to offset would consume her whole.
touchstone, by phosphorescentblue
It’s not-- it’s hard to put into words how she feels about him. She knows she loves him- constant and unwavering, a tide coming back to the shore- but it never felt like it was imperative to share those feelings with him. It didn’t matter anyhow. Nothing he could say or do would ever change how she felt when it came to him. Clarke knew, more than anything really, that love could be a fickle and fleeting thing, a wisp of a cloud drifting across the sky. But what she felt for Bellamy was mountains, a steady, rising thing that held through hurricanes. It wasn’t going anywhere soon.
make my messes matter, by prosciutto
Did they really think they could ever find another person who was going to understand their freaky silent language? And even if they did, did either one of them think how threatening it was to have your significant other be so in sync with another person that that they were able to communicate non-verbally? No sane woman was ever going to stay with Bellamy Blake as long as Clarke Griffin was around. Any sane person spending a minute in these two's company would know that trying to turn Clarke Griffin's head was an impossibility when Bellamy Blake is all she can see.
etre, by AJRedfern