Drabble request: stiles is killed by monroe post-series and lydia sorta does a scream that ends the whole world and sends her back in time to ep1, where she does a very complex martial arts move on Jackson when he hugs her from behind and tries to only act friendly in front of stiles (which still astounds him). Peter’s someone she can deal with rather quickly but her main problem rn is to not scare the crap out of this lovable young stiles with her intensity while still grieving HER stiles.
Lydia was sure this was a dream, it had to be, waking up to find herself lying in bed as though nothing had happened. Yet the last thing she could remember was Stiles limp in her arms, blood covering both her hands and clothes…but it wasn’t her blood, it was his. He’d been stupidly heroic yet again, the pair walking hand in hand through the woods, sure it was weird to be going on a late night walk in the woods but it had become a little thing they’d do. To spend time together without all the murder and shit. Then Brett had appeared out of thin air, the boy scrambling helplessly blood gushing from his arm as he held it, his breath hitched as he collided into the couple.
One word and that was all Stiles and Lydia had needed to know about what had happened,
“Monroe.”
The boy strained, clearly needing medical attention. Stiles had been quick to the boys aid, trying to help him standing asking him a million questions at once. But all Bret could do was shake his head, mumbling something about his pack being hunted, that so many had died. Lydia couldn’t imagine the pain of losing so many. Stiles had instructed her to take Bret back to the jeep, to get him to the hospital before he lost too much blood. But before he could even shift Bret’s body weight onto Lydia, a sharp snap shot into the floor beside their feet. A gasp escaping their mouths. There was no time.
“Next one goes through the chest!” A gruff voice echoed from behind them - they didn’t have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. Gerrard.
It might’ve been in his genes to be a hunter. But it wasn’t what Allison had wanted, Lydia just wished Gerrard would respect what his granddaughter’s wishes.
“I should’ve guessed you’d come crawling out of your hole at some point.” Lydia snarled, Stiles close beside her, his hand resting on her lower back.
“To be fair, I’ve always thought you resembled a mole,” Stiles chimed in, a dancing smirk on his face as he ran his free hand over it. The scrawny boy earning himself a glower from the older man before them. “What? It’s true.”
Lydia stifled the smirk that threatened to appear on her lips, the short girl staggering as she felt Bret stumble weakly. A worried glance shooting his way as Gerrard muttered something to the woman beside him, the girl raising her crossbow to aim so perfectly at Brett. The three knew how this was going to end, with Brett’s condition deteriorating rapidly, there was no chance he’d be able to run without getting hit. Stiles quickly straightened, raising his hands up trying to defuse the situation. Shoving all his jokes aside.
“Hey, hey, look. No-one has to get hurt anymore than they already have,” He rambled, “We’ll just be taking our little wolf friend here, and he’ll be out of your hair. We’ll act like this never happened.”
The cruel pair before them let out a harsh cackle, “You think we’ll just let him go? How many people have to die because you monsters roaming our lands? No. He dies tonight.”
It was ironic that she was a councilor, the woman who was supposed to help with the students and their issues. Now turning on them, trying to kill them for something they never asked for. They were just trying to survive, like everyone else in this ghost ridden town. All it took was the snap of a wire, for the arrow to come soaring towards the innocent, injured boy ready to take his life. It happened faster than Lydia could process, Stiles being beside her one minute to launching himself before Brett the next.
The words stopped Clarke in her tracks, her chest suddenly growing hollow as she staggered backwards in shock, her body fighting to process the words. Every memory of the man she'd pined after for more years than she could count, flooding through her mind like a song from a playlist. It felt as though all the light within her was being sucked out, ripping her away from reality.
At first she tried to deny it, Bellamy couldn't be dead...he survived, she told herself. No matter what, Bellamy Blake always survived. But it was seeing Octavia that brought her crashing into reality, the brunette sat against a wall in some white room, head in her hands, tears racking through her body. It looked as though she'd crawled through hell and back. Clarke knew the feeling. The blonde had shouldered a hell of a lot of pain in her lifetime. But she hadn't prepared to grieve again, not so soon...not after her mother.
Yet here she was, knees to her chest, her baby blue eyes brimming with tears. Wishing he was here, wishing he'd scoop her up in his arms and tell her everything was okay...that he was okay. But he wasn't. He wouldn't come walking through that door rushing over to her, never again would she see his smile as they joked about the end of the world, nor hear his laughter. She'd never be given another chance to tell him she loved him. And that, that was the worst pain of them all.
Clarke wished this was a moment where she had a chance to save him, to reach through time and pull him back to her safe in her arms. She thought that after the last time...after she almost died, that they wouldn't venture too far without the other. Fall into trouble they couldn't get themselves out of. But trouble seemed to follow them, no matter where they go, or what planet they're on. Death found them somehow.
Part of her blamed Octavia for leaving...for following Diyoza into the anomaly, for knowing he'd search for her, to fight whomever tore his sister from him. But she blamed Bellamy too, for not coming to her, not asking her for help, telling her what happened. He knew damn well she'd have done everything in her power to find out what happened to his sister, she'd do anything for him, he was her partner. Not just in leadership. That's how she ended up on this cursed planets in the first place.
She blamed herself most of all, she could've searched for him soon...noticed he was gone, asked questioned. But no, she focused on Sanctum and that was a regret she'd hold with her for the rest of her life. If she'd have known Bellamy was gone, she'd have fought with hell and fire to return him safely...no matter the cost. He was her humanity. The one who kept her going when she needed lifting up, the man who'd searched her even though it could've ended in his death all those years ago with Roan.
Bellamy never told her, but she knew...she knew he loved her. It was clear in every action he made, whether he was with Echo. She just wished she could turn back time, cherish him whilst she still had him. Bellamy's love had burned so bright, and now that light had flickered into nothing.
Just another person she loved, fading into a painful memory. Maybe love really was weakness.
For a Deanoru request, how about something soft where Nico is recovering from a broken foot she got on a mission, and Karolina is fussing over her injured girlfriend?
In all the time Karolina had known the brunette, she’d always been the careful one, the one to ensure that whatever they were up to was safe, refusing to participate in anything that she thought would cause even the slightest bit of pain to any one of them. Yet here she was, grimacing in pain, eyes squeezed shut as the blonde attempted to lay her on their bed ever so gently. Now Karolina wasn’t one to get angry, she knew anger only resulted in bad things most of the time. But seeing Nico like this - her ankle swollen, her lip split and a bruise readying itself to appear around her eye - awoke a deep anger within the blonde.
Nico didn’t deserve this, she didn’t deserve any of the shit she’s had to go through. None of them did.
“What the hell happened, Nico? Who did this to you? Where have you been?” Karolina interrogated, the moment she’d placed Nico safely onto their bed.
“It doesn’t matter.” Was all Nico mumbled, hiding her face in shame from Karolina, something the blonde found she did when she lied. It only angered her the blonde further, the girl folding her arms a frown in her expression.
“It matters because someone hurt you, Nico.” Karolina snapped, her tone a harsher than intended, catching a glimpse of hurt in the brunette’s eyes. Karolina let out a heavy sigh in defeat, “If it was me in your position, you’d be reacting the same way.”
Hi! Not sure if you are still taking requests but I would love a gertchase one. I am a sucker for forehead kisses. So maybe Gert is having a bad day or something and Chase kisses her forehead as a reminder to her that she is loved and safe and cared for? Or something? Honestly anything gertchase would be amazing. Thank you!
Hello! Yes of course, my requests are always open thank you for sending one through! I appreciate it :) I’d love to write your idea out, I’ll have it up as soon as possible, keep an eye out for it! I’ll tag you :)
Drabble request: stiles is killed by monroe post-series and lydia sorta does a scream that ends the whole world and sends her back in time to ep1, where she does a very complex martial arts move on Jackson when he hugs her from behind and tries to only act friendly in front of stiles (which still astounds him). Peter's someone she can deal with rather quickly but her main problem rn is to not scare the crap out of this lovable young stiles with her intensity while still grieving HER stiles.
Currently on it right now, it’ll be posted as soon as I’m done! Keep an eye out for it :) Thank you for sending a request, stydia is my og faveee
For a Deanoru request, how about something soft where Nico is recovering from a broken foot she got on a mission, and Karolina is fussing over her injured girlfriend?
Thank you for the request, I appreciate it! It should be uploaded very soon :) Keep an eye out!
I actually got this idea from @daenerya so thank you for the inspiration! I'll be adding a keep reading thing to this as soon as I can use the laptop, so sorry if this is super long on your timeline rn
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Bellamy had been the first to notice the lack of Clarke's presence as spacekru gathered around the dining hall, prepared to discuss their plans with Sanctum's land. For now, they were forced to stay there, needing the safety blanket of the radiation shield to stop whatever creatures from coming in and tearing them to shreds. But this land was full of ghosts now, people who were taken from them...Clarke almost being one of them. Murphy seemed to clock onto the fact that Bellamy wasn't listening - something not seen often from the tall man - narrowing his eyes at the boy as he scanned the room clearly looking for someone. The scranny built boy sunk back away from Emori and the others, drifting over to his friend, quickly figuring out whom was missing from their group.
Bellamy's friends had known about his feelings for the blonde since the week after they'd landed on the ground. They had to watch as he tortured himself for not making a move, or kicked the dirt when he accidentally pissed Clarke off. It was tiresome. It had been more years than any of them could count on their fingers, and yet the pair still hadn't confessed their attraction to one another. Even whilst they were hurdling through endless space, with Clarke pressumed dead, Bellamy thought about her everyday. Bringing her up as often as he could; as though he was keeping her memory alive.
Murphy nudged the brunette, stripping him from his thoughts and bringing his attention back to reality.
"She left a few minutes ago," He told Bellamy. Murphy's eyes flickered around the half full hall before muttering. "Maybe now is the right time to tell her."
Bellamy's eyebrows knitted together at his friends words, "Tell her what?"
This earned an eyeroll from Murphy, "You know what I'm talking about, man. Tell her before some other war comes flying our way and you don't get the chance."
The man shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, eyes trained to the ground. He'd been longing to tell Clarke how he'd felt about her since he found out she was alive, when he thought he'd lost her again...he could've swore he felt his heart tear into two. Bellamy released a heavy sigh, trying to gather as much courage as he could find within himself. With just a simply nod to his friend, he slipped out of the hall in pursue of the girl he loved.
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Bellamy had been searching for almost twenty minutes to find the missing blonde, the brunette's heart starting to pound with worry that maybe something had happened. But when he pushed opened the doors of the school, he saw a familiar glint of blonde hair perched on one of chairs. It seemed as though Clarke hadn't noticed Bellamy enter the room, her mind and body focused on whatever was in her hand. He could already tell she was deep in thought, mind somewhere else if just for a moment. Bellamy strolled over without a word, placing a hand on the woman's shoulder, startling her.
"Sorry," He apologised quickly, the blonde visibly relaxing when she knew it was Bellamy. She shot him a sad smile. It took one look at what she held in her hand to figure out why. It was a sketch she'd draw of her mother. Bellamy knew the heartache, this was a wound that would never heal. "She'd be proud of you."
Clarke seemed to appreciate those words, her eyes fluttering shut as if she was fighting the tears battling to be released. Bellamy decided to settle himself into the seat beside her, turning it to face her whilst gently removing the paper from Clarke's hands and putting on the table. The man scooped up the blonde's hands - it had always amused him how much smaller they were compared to his - the action causing Clarke to look to him. It was like something electrified their bodies each time their eyes connected. A million unsaid words trapped within them. Bellamy tried to lighten the mood, wanting lift Clarke's spirits, even if it was only by a little.
"Do you remember that night you found out I was afraid of spiders?"
Clarke knew what he was doing, nodding as she fought a smile at the memory.
"How I practically screamed for you to get it out of my room in Arkadia? Only for you to pick it up and wave it in my face." Bellamy hadn't found it amusing at the time, but thinking back on it, he was grateful to see her so happy and care-free for once. He smirked at the memory now, watching as Clarke stifled a small giggle.
"Thee Bellamy Blake, scared of a harmless little spider." She quoted, recalling the memory perfectly in her mind as though it wasn't a million years ago. Her smile fell, "I miss those moments."
Bellamy's heart faltered at how broken she sounded, for so long she'd held the weight of the world on her shoulders. Everyone blaming her, he'd always tried to carry the weight with her, not let her bare it alone. God knows what guilt could do to a person; he gave her hands a squeeze, already missing her smile.
"I miss seeing Jasper's annoying face, and hearing Monty's rambling about algae," Bellamy admitted with a saddened chuckle. They'd lost so many.
"I miss listening to Kane and Jaha's bullshit on the Ark," Clarke said, as much as she hated those times, at least everyone was alive. "I miss my mom."
Bellamy held in a breath at her words, her couldn't tell if she was crying, her eyes focused on her lap as she fiddled with a loose part of her fingernail.
"I wouldn't wish to be back there though," Bellamy spoke, breaking the eery silence between them. Clarke glanced up, "If they hadn't of send us to the ground, I wouldn't have met you. And that...would suck more than any of the shit that's happened."
A genuine smile crept along Clarke's lips, the girl suddenly feeling nervous under Bellamy's gaze.
"You hated me when we first met." Clarke raised an eyebrow, as if challenging him to disagree. Bellamy shrugged.
"I could never hate you, Clarke. Haven't you noticed that by now?"
Something danced in Bellamy's eyes, a look Clarke had seen a lot from the boy when they were having conversations as personal as this. It was as though he was trying to show her something...to tell her something. Bellamy grunted in annoyance at himself, hating himself for not being able to just say it. The man's reaction causing Clarke to worry.
"Bellamy, what—"
"Fuck it," Bellamy cut her off, tossing away all the scared thoughts in his mind and saying what he's wanted to say for so many years, "I could never hate you, Clarke, because I loved you."
The words poured out of his mouth in a rushed, nervous mess, yet Clarke clung to his every word. Her heart thumping heavily against her chest and for once, not because she was afraid. Love. That was the reason. Bellamy was the reason. The boy sat before her looking hopeless, as though he was terrified she wouldn't reciprocate. That was when the shock wore off and a smile formed on Clarke's pale pink lips, happiness fighting off the sad as she stared at the beautiful brown eyed boy before her.
"I loved you too, Bellamy."
It wasn't what he'd been expecting, this whole time he was frightened his feelings were one way. Although everyone claimed different, even Clarke's own mother once. But to hear the words fall from Clarke's own lips, it was like music to his ears.
"I still love you..." The blonde continued, "I've loved you for so long that it hurts."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Was the first question to slip out of Bellamy's mouth. If she'd felt the same way so long ago they could've spared all the angst and been together, properly. Clarke sighed, lifting her shoulders just to let them fall again.
"Fear?...rejection? I never thought you saw me that way, you did always have a thing for brunettes." Clarke told him, knowing it was true, from Raven, to Gina, to the rumours of him having slept with Echo. He seemed to have a type.
Bellamy shook his head. "No-one ever compared to you. No-one knows me like you, I never loved them, Clarke. I think..." Bellamy hesitated for a moment, swallowing before meeting Clarke's curious blue orbs. "You're the only woman I've ever loved."
Clarke edged closer to the boy she'd so longed to lock lips with, the man she'd wished she could snuggle up with, hug, laugh, live happily with. Bellamy seemed to sense what she wanted to do, meeting her halfway as their lips collided. Passion egniting almost instantly.
It was as if they fit like a puzzle, Bellamy's hand finding way to tangle in Clarke's short yet perfect blonde hair. Clarke's hands clasping the sides of Bellamy's face as though he was about to vanish, desperate for his touch. A small whimper falling from her lips as she felt his tongue brush her bottom lip asking for entrance; something Clarke happily granted. The sound of Clarke's quiet moans causing Bellamy's blood to rush through his body, pulling her tighter against him, using the table to his advantage as he allowed his hands to slip down to her ass, hauling her onto the table.
Not once breaking the kiss, Bellamy didn't want any space left between them. His body aching to be as close to the woman in his arms as possible. Clarke ran her fingers over his heavy built jacket as Bellamy's tongue delved inside her mouth, forcing another moan from her lips. The blonde was quick to tug the material down his arms, ensuring that it was no longer in her way of his chiseled to perfection body. A sigh left Clarke as the man she so cared for began peppering delicate kisses down her neck, the blonde arching it to give him more access.
"Bellamy."
A groan erupted from the back of Bellamy's throat hearing her finally moan his name, the man daring to leave a mark on her collar bone, a smirk growing on his lips knowing people would clock onto what had happened. Whilst he's busy littering lovebites wherever he can, he toys with the hem of her shirt before hauling it over her head and tossing it aside. They prayed no-one would walk in. It'd be pretty hard to talk their way out of this one.
The sight of Clarke in his arms, plump pink lips from the kissing, topless, out of breath and needy as fuck, would almost make Bellamy reach his high right there.
"You have no idea how beautiful you look, why the fuck didn't I tell you sooner?" Bellamy complimented, enjoying the sight of Clarke's cheeks burning red. "You look cute when you're flustered."
Clarke rolled her eyes this time, "Just shut up and fuck me."
Bellamy did as he was told, just as eager as she was. His hand massaging Clarke's boob as he closed his mouth around her nipple, sucking lightly before take a bite. The sharp move causing Clarke to hiss in pleasure, arousal pooling in her underwear. The blonde aching to just rip them off. Bellamy's free hand now attempting to remove the clothes that restricted their bodies from touching, the man wanting to feel Clarke's bare skin against his own. Before Clarke had even noticed the pair were stripped of their clothes completely, the blonde only being left in her underwear. Bellamy smirked as he swiped a hand over her vagina, Clarke whined at the contact.
"You do realise these are soaked through?"
Clarke glared, "Well it's your fault, stop pissing around and just take them off already."
Bellamy was quick to tear the fabric from Clarke's body, the sound echoing through the rather large and empty room. If Clarke wasn't so desperate for him to touch her, she'd scold him for that. Bellamy found himself practically drooling as he felt how wet she really was, all of this, just for him...because of him. Bellamy struggled to hold himself together, her touch feeling as though she was lighting a fire along his skin. Her nails running down his back, making him shiver in lust. He wanted her and he wanted her now. In less than a second, Clarke felt a feeling she'd been aching for for a long time. Pleasure washing over her as she moaned, eyes focusing on Bellamy enjoying how much he loved seeing her like this. They'd definitely over-stepped the line of friendship, there was no question about that.
Clarke's hand slipped around to the nape of Bellamy's neck, pulling him into another hungry kiss. The blonde wanting to feel every part of him all over her, her eyes screwed shut as she felt a familiar feeling she knew all too well. It took seconds before she fell over the edge, a panting mess.
"Jesus christ, I haven't felt that good in years." Was all she could say as Bellamy smirked, proud of himself.
The blonde glanced down between them, raising her eyebrows at the sight. Just as she expected. She smiled playfully and Bellamy knew she was about to make some sort of joke.
"Someone's happy to see me."
"I've been happy to see you for a long time, princess. Trust me." The low growl of his voice just made her want him more, bringing him closer once more. This time for something a lot more than fingers, the blonde gnawing her lips as she wrapped her hand around Bellamy's shaft, causing a moan to escape his lips this time. Through all the pleasure, he smiled lovingly at the woman before him, "I love you, Clarke."
A sweet smile found itself on Clarke's lips, her heart fluttering happily at his words. "I love you too, Bellamy."
Thank you @lenacarstairspotterstewart for giving me the idea and everyone in the group chat that wanted me to write it! Here it is, enjoy!
The cock of a gun was what caught Clarke’s attention. The blonde had been searching for the culprit that had knocked her out just a few moments ago. Her first instinct was to find Bellamy, but she figured whomever was after them was coming after him too. Funnily enough, she was right, she heard the muffled grumble of a man she knew all too well by now. Bellamy. Clarke found herself moving quickly towards him only to stop in her tracks as her eyes fell on the scene before her.
One of their own people, Dax, holding a gun aimed perfectly at a defenseless Bellamy scrambling on the floor in a daze. Clarke already knew without even asking that the jobi nuts had affected him too - the poor man losing his grasp on reality, begging for Dax to get it over and done with. Clarke had never seen the brunette so vulnerable, he always sat on his high horse, screaming “Whatever the hell we want!” standing by allowing everyone to become reckless, putting themselves at risk. Yet here he was, walls down, broken and weak. Heart on his sleeve. Clarke raised her gun, praying she had good aim. It was safe to say she was terrified.
“Put the gun down, Dax.” Clarke demanded, trying to make her voice stern. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, but if Dax stepped over the line she’d have no choice…she couldn’t let Bellamy get hurt. Even though the camp would be a lot easier to control if he wasn’t around.
The boy with the scruffy blonde hair chuckled wickedly, as though she’d told a joke. The gun he once held at Bellamy, now pointed at her. Clarke’s fearful eyes flickered to the brunette on the floor, gulping as she saw him looking around in confusion. The man gradually crashing back down to reality. Assessing the situation.
“You should’ve stayed down there, Clarke. I tried not to kill you.”
Clarke’s eyebrows furrowed, was she supposed to say thank you? She shifted the gun on her shoulder, wincing as she noticed how heavy the weapon actually was. They didn’t have this type of weaponry on the Ark. Dax’s voice pulled her eyes back to him once more, the boy’s eyes wide-eyed and crazed. Clarke hadn’t understood why he’d become like this, not long ago he and Bellamy had been slapping each others back in victory.
I’m going to do this in a random order, so apologies, but here’s a moment where they could’ve kissed in the season four finale. All the notes and comments are much appreciated! :) This is a long one, so heads up!
Bellamy wouldn’t exactly say he was thrilled that the world was practically coming to an end right before his eyes — but the idea of getting to spend five years alone up in space with a girl he’d been pining after for way too long, brought him more happiness than he’d ever admit out loud. The muffled sound of someone clearing their throats pulled Bellamy from his thoughts, Clarke stood before him with a weak smile playing on her lips. It caused his heart to falter at the sight, he knew removing her helmet for Emori was a bad idea...but he also knew Clarke wouldn’t have listen even if he’d told her not to.
The pair had been assigned by Raven to figure out how long they could last up there without food until they could get the algae farm up and running, but Clarke was quick to notice the lack of concentration from her partner. The man stood before her, anxiety radiating off of him as she watched his thumb tap against the metal of the fencing in a rapid pace.
“Hey.” The blonde uttered, knowing she’d grab his attention. The brown eyed boy reciprocated the smile, although worry laced through his entire demeanor.
“Grounders in space, that’s an oxymoron.” The boy muttered, his eyes remaining on the rocket facing them. He prayed it would hold up long enough to get them to the safety of the ring. Bellamy’s eyes fell upon Clarke as she spoke up,
“Survival’s a team of sport...especially up there. It’s our only choice.”
Bellamy knew she was right, she always was as irritating as that could be. They needed Echo, she could teach them things that they might need to know when they come back down. Who knows what the world might be like when they return...definitely not the way it was when they first came home. A light chuckle of a laugh left the blondes body.
“Only choice - also an oxymoron.”
The smirk on Bellamy’s face didn’t go unseen, the woman paraphrasing what he had said just moments ago. The tanned man’s eyebrows furrowing as he noticed the same cold sweat that had clung to every sick person he’d ever come across. He was cautious in his next movements, not wanting to overstep a line with the woman he cared so much for. Extending a hand and basking in the feeling of Clarke’s soft skin against his own - whether it was damp or not.
“So is cold sweat.”
His words seemed to make the blonde uneasy for a split second, the radiation leaving a heavy weight on Clarke’s shoulders. Bellamy noticed and instantly regretted the words leaving his mouth, averting his eyes from her gaze returning to their work they’d been meaning to do. Clarke seemed to be holding a breath as she said her next words, already sensing he wouldn’t like it.
“My mom had a vision of me dying,” The blonde glanced around the lab, then back to the boy before her. “Right here, Bellamy...just...if anything happens to m— “
Bellamy grew annoyed at her words, taking a hold of her shoulders to make sure she listened to his every word. Cutting the poor woman off mid-sentence. “Nothing is happening to you. Come on,” The man said trying to avoid any other confrontation. “Let’s go through the numbers again.”
Clarke huffed in frustration, following in pursue of the man as he left he. She knew he needed to hear this...just in case her mothers premonition comes true.
“You need to hear this, Bellamy.” Her voice was stern enough that the man turned to face her, bearing himself to put on a brave face. A sparkle twinkled in Clarke’s eye as she said her next words, “We’ve been through a lot together you and I...”
Bellamy gave a curt nod, she could say that again his mind flashing to all the shit they’d been through over these past almost five years. From war to war, from love to anger, they still remained here, beside one another about to conquer the death of the planet they had grown to call home. Clarke smirked, as though she was reminiscing all of those moments too, all the sweet and salty.
“I didn’t like you at first,”
That was nothing surprising, Bellamy hadn’t liked her either, assuming she was just another prissy princess believing herself more important than the others. But god how he was wrong. She was selfless, kind, more intelligent than he knew, she could draw amazingly - something she didn’t do often these days...but he’d seen what she could do. The woman continued,
“But even then, when you were stupidly reckless and annoying as hell...everything you did was to protect Octavia. She might not have saw that...but I did.” Bellamy struggled to keep his emotions intact as the blonde spoke; he didn’t know she cared as much as she did. “I know how big your heart is, Bellamy. It’s what I love most about you,“
“Clarke — “
“People follow you, and you inspire them because of this.”
The moment Clarke’s hand connected with his chest, his breath hitched. All of his walls he’d built up over time falling down once more for the blonde, no matter how hard he tried to suppress his feelings, they grew every time Clarke was around him.
“But the only way to ensure that we survive this, is if you use this.” The woman shifted her hand from Bellamy’s heart to lightly touch the side of his head. Bellamy shook his head lightly in disagreement, voice breaking as he spoke.
“I’ve got you for that.”
Clarke was touched by that, a microscopic smile on her lips. It was true, he was the heart in their relationship whilst she held the responsibility of the head. Every one of their decisions she’d used her head, hoping - no - praying it would be the right one this time.
“Raven’s premonition came true...” Clarke sighed, not wanting to face the fact that she might not get through this, but either way she had to prepare herself. In this life, anything could happen.
Bellamy frowned, wanting this talk of her not being around to be over...out of all the people in his life, losing Clarke would hurt most. Their gaze never left one another as a tear spilled down the blonde’s pale cheek, the boy reaching up to swipe away the tear but his touch lingering on her skin. The freckled man watching as Clarke melted into his touch, pushing his hand against her cheek to rest. The blue in her eyes shining bright as they brimmed with tears, the sight faltering the beat in Bellamy’s heart.
He wanted to take her pain away...take away his own, even just for a moment. Bellamy plucked up all the courage he had left, leaning down to meet Clarke’s awaiting lips, it had been a long time coming. The salty taste of Clarke’s tears being the first thing he could taste, his arm curling around her waist to pull her closer as Clarke returned the kiss; allowing themselves to indulge in the moment. A smile crept along Bellamy’s lips as he let himself open up to the fact that maybe this five years will turn out exactly as he pictured. With him and Clarke finally happy...finally together. Clarke broke from the kiss, a bright smile on her face from the moment they’d shared. It felt like peace...home...love, all at once.
“Bellamy...I — “ Clarke smiled, still finding it hard to believe that Bellamy had kissed her.
“I’d be lying to you if I told you that I hadn’t be waiting to do that for a hell of a long time.” Bellamy admitted, his fingers grazing his lips where Clarke’s had been just moments ago. The man’s heart pulsing with love. Clarke let out a light laugh, her cheeks flooding scarlet. He always knew how to make her blush.
“I’d be lying if I told you I hadn’t been waiting for you to do that...” The blonde smirked playfully earning a nudge from the anxious boy, Clarke glanced behind her to see if anyone was paying attention.
Then with one tug of her hand on his suit, Bellamy stumbled into a kiss. Clarke’s hand finding its way to the nape of his neck, deepening their kiss, the blonde piling all the love she had for him into the kiss. If she knew this was the last time she’d lay eyes on him, she’d have told him she loved him.
Bellamy knew it was a risk from the start, having to go undercover wasn’t exactly something he was good at and honestly, he hadn’t expected Clarke to be so good at it either. Yet here she was emerging from the changing rooms looking as beautiful as ever and Bellamy couldn’t help the giddy feeling in his stomach at the sight of her. He’d get to play as her husband, something that was Raven’s idea, she’d told them it was the only way that they could get into the party together without being pointed out as being cops.
Monty had nodded along to the plan, telling them it was crucial they didn’t break cover at any point unless it was completely necessary. They were to enter the gala, find their suspect and retrieve the stolen artifact along with arresting the thief. It seemed like a one person job in Bellamy’s opinion but his team had insisted they take Clarke just in case he needs an extra hand or the comms get jammed. Bellamy felt his cheeks flare as he saw Clarke heading forward, Raven quick to zip at the blondes side, grinning before complimenting her and handing her a invisible comm.
“Monty said your not to touch them or indicate that you have one at all, your cover has to remain…well…a cover.” Raven began, holding the small object out to Bellamy as Clarke slotted hers in giving Raven a nod to say she understood. “Antonio is a known shooter, if he thinks anything is off, he’s likely to have a gun tucked away somewhere so be aware of his every movement. Monty will have access to the cameras so we’ll be watching, trying to help from here.”
“Will you be able to find out where the artifact is by the time we’re in?”
Raven glanced between her close friends and gave them an unsure shrug. “Antonio has a good security set up, Monty’s good but so is the fire wall. We’ll keep you updated, you’re due to arrive in twenty minutes. Don’t forget the rings and good luck.”
Raven gave them a short nod of goodbye then darted off back to whatever she was working on before, no doubt some new equipment for them out on the field. Bellamy gave a shy glance at Clarke before moving towards the elevator, Clarke walking quick beside him. It was strange seeing her in a dress and heels, it was completely opposite to her usual trousers and shirt, Bellamy could tell Clarke didn’t agree to it, she looked miserable.
“Look at that, the princess finally wearing a dress.” Clarke rolled her eyes at the nickname as she usually did, she brushed herself down, grumbling under her breath in protest.
“It’s not like I wanted to wear one, Raven insisted it would be best if we were going to a fancy party,” Bellamy only smirked at her grumpy attitude, knowing deep down she was thrilled to be going out on the field. Lately crime had been at a low and going out on the field wasn’t exactly needed. “Do you have the rings?”
Bellamy patted down his pockets finding the box of rings Raven had handed him earlier and pulling it out of his blazer pocket. He was surprised that it was actual wedding bands, he just figured Raven would make them wear fake ones. He lifted the lid and raised his eyebrows at the new looking rings, his eyes flickered to Clarke’s and she had the same expression.
“They're real.”
“I know, I didn’t expect them to be, uh come on. We need to put these on.” Bellamy lifted Clarke’s out and she looked at him a little hesitant the nerves showing and Bellamy couldn’t help but smile, lifting her hand when she didn’t and slipping the ring on her finger. It felt oddly nice, but Clarke pulled her hand away as soon as it was on, clearing her throat. Bellamy took out his own and put it on, checking out how it looked and grinning. Not too bad, he thought.
“Would you stop admiring the ring? We’re going to be late.” Clarke scolded his, taking hold of his wrist as they exited the elevator, Clarke pulling Bellamy along with her as they headed for the car that had been provided for them. Bellamy saw it and he let out a slight gasp, the slick black almost as dark as Clarke’s dress.
“Damn, this must’ve cost us a lot to borrow.” Bellamy muttered as he ran a hand over the vehicle, mesmerised by it, looking in awe. Clarke had already slipped into the passenger seat, lifting the side of her dress to reveal her leg, her gun strapped to her shin, prepared for a fight if it was needed. Clarke gathered Bellamy had his own one tucked away, the dark-haired man dropping into the drivers seat. Clarke was amused by his amazement of the vehicle, she knew he’d geek out, he did with most things but they were going to be late.
“Let’s go.”
Bellamy pulled up to the grand building, their eyes scanning the building, it was incredible but they were looking for any signs of danger, hidden shooters, threats that could know who they are but when they found nothing, they muttered a clear, switching on their comms. Clarke leaned over to open her door but Bellamy’s hand fell on her forearm stopping her, the blonde shooting a look at him as soon as he touched her.
“A husband would open the door for his wife.” Bellamy told her and Clarke scoffed.
“I’m capable of opening a door, Bellamy.” Bellamy sighed at her words, wondering why she had to be so difficult but she didn’t protest any further and waited for him to open the door for her. Bellamy smiled in victory, he and Clarke were known for bickering, it was something their team hated having to listen to but they put up with it. Bellamy held out an arm to her, she looped her arm through it, faking a smile at the people passing by as Bellamy threw the keys to a valet, praying he didn’t steal it.
“Monty?” Bellamy whispered into his comm, “Are you through his security yet?”
There was nothing for a moment as Bellamy and Clarke walked up to the entrance along with a bunch of other couples. Monty had hacked their names onto the list knowing their was a large chance they’d be asked for it at the front door.
“Y-yeah, ok I’m through. The rest is up to you guys, we’ll be watching over until you find where he’s keeping the artifact.” Monty told them, he gave a little yes and continued. “He’s on the second floor, talking to a guy with a white beard and navy blue suit, introduce yourselves, then one of you slip off to find the item whilst the other keeps Antonio distracted.”
Bellamy and Clarke couldn’t respond because they’d reached the front of the queue, the guard stopping them. Bellamy felt Clarke’s grip tighten on his arm, he wasn’t sure if it was just to show a little more affection between them or just because she was nervous.
“Names.” The man said gruffly, not bothering to glance up from his tablet.
“Mr and Mrs Blake.” Bellamy answered, feeling Clarke look up at him with wide eyes, Bellamy was a known FBI agent, not as known as Clarke at least, but he was still supposed to use a different first and last name. Her eyes moved to the guard, scared he’d know who they were and she’d have to put her gun to a innocent man. The man simply nodded and Clarke released a breath she didn’t know she was holding in and headed in. The place was filled with hundreds of people, mostly couples but people in suits and dresses walking by mid conversation with who they were walking with. Clarke took that moment to tug Bellamy down to speak into his ear, trying to make it look like she was just whispering something into his ear rather than scolding him.
“Keep smiling so we don’t look suspicious,” She instructed, her eyes falling on the floor behind him as she continued a little fury in her voice. “What the hell are you using your real last name for? You’ll blow our cover, what if someone here knows who we are? Are you trying to get us killed?”
Bellamy sighed and lifted his head, glancing around the room but leaving the smile on his face instead of rolling his eyes at her words. Clarke stilled as Bellamy turned to her, sliding his arms around her waist, the blondes eyes shining with something as her cheeks flushed, fighting the urge to pull out of his movement which she’d usually do if he’d made a move like this.Bellamy smirked at her startled behaviour, leaning forward slightly, an eyebrow raised.
“Relax, princess. There are many people with my last name,” Bellamy told her in a low voice, eyes never leaving hers and his eyes flickered down at her, her arms still lay limply at her sides, a clutch in one hand. He gathered they must’ve looked silly so he added. “you need to actually look like you love me, just a little bit, you look as though I’m forcing you into this.”
Clarke’s eyes followed his and realised what he meant, she was just standing there like a confused potato in Bellamy Blake's arms. Most girls would die to be in her position, to have Bellamy Blake holding her like this, giving her that signature smirk and dazzling eyes. And Clarke did feel some part of her freaking out in her mind, she and Bellamy were close despite their constant bickering and she knew she had feelings for him, it was the main reason why she was so tough on him all the time. Their job meant risks and having a romantic relationship wouldn’t help at all, she’d only worry about his safety and end up getting herself hurt.
Clarke took a few steps forward about to raise her arms to rest around his neck when Bellamy dropped his arms around her, making her frown until she met where his gaze had drifted. Antonio Peter had just came down the stairs, a champagne glass in hand, Clarke’s hands fell back at her sides making Bellamy look back to her.
“No, we’re married remember, we’ve got to go over and look like we are,” Bellamy mumbled, slipping his hand into her, lacing their fingers together and moving towards where Antonio was heading. Bellamy took off two champagne glasses from a passing waiter, they needed to look the part. “If he tries anything whilst I’m gone, I gather you have a weapon somewhere?”
Clarke kept her eyes forward, she wanted to give a sarcastic comment to his words but she just responded sensibly, “I’ve got one strapped to my shin.”
Bellamy paused for a second looking down at her, hunger flickering in his eyes at her words and grinning. “That’s kind of hot, Griffin.”
Clarke felt her cheeks burn for the third time that night, Bellamy was always like this, flirting here and there. Sometimes she believed he didn’t know he was doing it but every time it left her flustered but this comment was so forward she could help but splutter out her next words.
“U-uh yeah - I mean, I guess I just needed s-somewhere to put it and I um, saw it in the movies.” Clarke stammered and Bellamy grinned down at her, he’d never seen her this flushed by his words and he couldn’t help but enjoy it, giving her a light tug to walk closer to him as they made a beeline for Antonio. The two almost jumped when they heard Monty’s voice through the comms.
“Guys, the comms are still on remember, save the flirting for when we’re not after a shooting thief, remember this guy has killed five people already.” Monty told them as they both averted their gaze from one another, Bellamy not bothered that Monty was listening, and Clarke cursing in mind. Bellamy just had this hold on her, even if she tried to ignore. She knew it was there.
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This has been saved in my drafts for what seems a long ass time, it's probably unfinished but I thought I'd share it with you all since its been a hell of a long time
Requested By Anon - You know when Clarke is coming back to camp Jaha after escaping mt weather. When she comes back they think she’s a grounder and Abby ends up recognizing her. But instead of Abby’s could it be Bellamy’s POV
Bellamy had been searching frantically for Clarke for days now, he was sure they were taken, they had to be, Raven had told them they were. So far he’d come up with nothing and every time they were even a little sure that they found their missing friends, there hope would be crushed, Bellamy’s heart along with it. He might not have know Clarke all that long but he knew she’d fight, she’d fight until her friends were free from wherever they’d been taken, just as he would if he was in her situation.
Bellamy would never admit it out loud but he missed Clarke and her bossy attitude, she even missed when she scolded him for doing something stupid, it was strange how he’d gotten so attached to her so quickly, he’d never cared for anyone except his sister. That was just how it was supposed to be, and yet here he was doing everything in his power to find Clarke even with her mother breathing down his neck, thinking he was a killer all because he shot Jaha. Bellamy had attempted to leave the camp several times, he had to find her. He needed to know that she was ok and if she wasn’t he’d make sure the people who harmed her paid for it.
“Bellamy.” His name sounded from a familiar person, he’d never thought he’d work with Finn and here he was. He’d never liked the guy, not even when they’d landed. “Any sign?”
Bellamy didn’t bother turning to the boy that had come to stand beside him as he brooded out at the forest surrounding them, but he shook his head. “No, if there isn’t a sign tonight, we’ll sneak out.”
“With all these guards around? Yeah, that’s not possible.” Finn scoffed, Bellamy rolled his eyes at Finn’s faith, he might be helping him look for Clarke but he did want to slap him around the head a lot.
“We’ll knock them out, then head to the closest village and see if we find the others there.” Bellamy told him, his arms folded across his chest as he stared out, he’d been waiting for someone to stumble into view, preferably Clarke, but for hours there had barely been a rustle in the bushes let alone a person emerging from them. Bellamy felt Finn look at him.
“They already think you’re a deadly criminal, they’ll never let you back in if you harm the guards.”
“I’m going to find Clarke, making Kane or Abby even more pissed at me will just be a consequence. Abby will be grateful when we find her daughter.” Bellamy explained, looking at Finn now. Bellamy could see the uncertainty in Finn’s eyes as he decided whether it was a good idea. So Bellamy added, “If you cared about her, you’d go.”
It was quiet for a moment, Bellamy guessed Fin was just thinking it all over but then after a couple of minutes he looked to him, something scrawled over his face. “Is that why your going? Because you care about her?”
Bellamy froze for a moment, he should’ve expected Finn to ask that and yet he didn’t. Bellamy cleared his throat, averting his gaze from Finn’s prying eyes and turned on his heel. “Be ready to leave if we need to.”
With that he walked off, he didn’t know exactly where he was walking to but he knew if he stayed and didn’t answer Finn the boy would carry on questioning it and Bellamy was in no way sharing his feelings with Finn. They weren’t friends, they we simply just trying to find someone they both cared for along with their other friends who’d been taken.
Night came faster than Bellamy had expected, he’d said his goodbyes to Raven though she disagreed with him heading out there with Finn alone, it was already dangerous with the grounders and now there were other people that were capturing the 100, there was a high chance they could get caught too. Bellamy surveyed the land as best as he could, there were torches lighting up the camp allowing him to see where he was heading. Towards the main gate, Bellamy instructed himself, that’s where Finn said he’d be waiting.
Bellamy couldn’t see Abby anywhere, Kane neither so he didn’t bother sneaking around, he moved fast towards the head gate but an array of yells and shouts burst throughout their people, guards rushing towards the front entrance and for a minute Bellamy thought Finn had done something stupid but then the steel gates were being pulled open. The guards that were usually on the outside of the fence, keeping guard there came rushing in, yelling commands to get the chancellor. He kept hearing we’ve got one, making him frown for a moment then his eyebrows shot up and he shook off his backpack darting towards the crowd that had now gathered.
But when Bellamy managed to get through the front of the crowd his eyes fell upon two large men dragging a womans body along, she looked exhausted and hurt, he could barely get a look at her face as it hung limply as though she was dead. Bellamy’s eyes scanned the girls then the guards, this couldn’t be a grounder, this was someone smothered in mud and badly hurt.
Then the girl lifted her head.
Bellamy suddenly felt as though his knees were going to give out, it was Clarke. She was alright. In seconds Bellamy stormed forward, a set of guards trying to keep him away but he pushed past a smile of disbelief on his face until he finally reached her. The head guard stepped in front of Clarke, glaring at Bellamy with her arms crossed, Bellamy rushed for an explanation.
“I-it’s Clarke. It’s the chancellors daughter. Clarke Griffin.” The womens face fell then and Bellamy knew why, she’d treated Clarke like trash, holding her and dragging her body as though she was nothing. Bellamy moved the shocked guard out of his way and knelt down to Clarke, cupping her face in his hand as he tried to get her to open her eyes. “Clarke? Can you hear me?”
She moved slightly for a second, Bellamy could see that she was trying her best to open her eyes, but instead she let out a throaty, “Bellamy.” And as soon as it left her mouth, Bellamy scooped Clarke up into his arms, warning the guards off. He was going to carry Clarke with the care she deserved not the guards lugging her around like an unwanted guest. Bellamy felt his heart pound as she clung to him. “I thought...I thought you were dead.”
Bellamy played a little smile on his lips when she said that, her sleep filled eyes looking at him with sadness, she wanted sleep and something to eat but she kept her eyes open to look at him and it warmed his heart.
“I don’t die that easily, princess.”
A little smile came on Clarke’s lips before she dozed off in his arms, even with mud on her face her eyes sparkled in the fire light. Bellamy couldn’t explain how happy he was that she was ok, she was safe and here. He’d ask her about the others when she was rested in the morning, Bellamy knew Abby would need to see Clarke and she’d need to tend to Clarke’s wounds, Bellamy could see the blood seeping through her top. Abby’s voice rung out through the crowd and the moment she saw Bellamy she rushed towards, Bellamy hesitantly came to a stop he knew he should get Clarke to medical but he knew Abby would just lock him up again if he kept walking.
“I-Is it really her?” Abby sobbed, coming around and smoothing a hand over Clarke’s face but the girl was sound asleep, moving slightly in Bellamy’s arms. Bellamy didn’t say anything and Abby looked up at him with tears brimming in her eyes. “Is she ok?”
“I was just taking her to medical, your guard didn’t exactly welcome her with open arms. She’s hurt.” Bellamy told her, he couldn’t help the cold tone in his voice he wanted to slam a fist into the guards faces. Abby glanced down at Clarke’s stomach seeing the blood and letting out a little gasp, her hand coming to Bellamy’s elbow and they returned to walking, a little faster this time. “We need to move fast, it already looks like she’ll need stitches.”
“Got it.” Bellamy gave her a short nod before following her, glancing down at the blonde in his arms, relief flooding over him.
Requested By Anon - Clarke never finds Madi and now it’s six years later and we see how Clarke has coped (maybe she’s gone a tiny bit insane in a way) and now the others have returned and found her.
In all fairness going insane after six years completely insane was understandable, Clarke had no one, not a single other human being to keep her company, to keep her from losing it. It started after a year, she’d keep herself occupied by talking to herself, just little mumbles every now and then pretending it was someone else and not her. Clarke had been counting the days her friends were gone, she was waiting for them to return and being alone on a dead planet could cause you to lose it a little. At some point she’d befriended a deer that had visited her almost everyday for food, so she started talking to that instead of to herself which helped. She missed humanity, the lack of human contact made her feel lonely and isolated, it felt that maybe she’d be this way forever and that didn’t help her thoughts, especially when Bellamy and the others didn’t come back when they were supposed to. Clarke was terrified and alone. She just wanted someone...anyone. Hell she’d even like Echo’s company right now.
She’d given each day to removing the bits of rubble that she could from the tower, she knew it was useless, soon she’d have gotten rid of the easier rubble and she’d be left with the large pieces that she’d never be able to lift, not by herself. Clarke might’ve been a little crazy but she wasn’t stupid, she’d never get her friends and family out of the bunker on her own. You’d think at nights she’d cry herself to sleep, but her tears didn’t run anymore, not after a couple of years alone, she found that her sadness rarely ever ended in tears now. It usually became anger and she’d take it out on anything around her. She couldn’t count the amount of times she’d kicked the poor rover.
It had been six years and twenty nine days since she’d last seen her friends, she’d suffered through sicknesses, she had to heal herself through the radiation that had came from Priamfaya, she ate animals that were affected by the radiation, drank water from the contaminated waters. Sure it was disgusting and even with the nightblood she’d occasionally throw up, catch an illness and have to find some surviving healing plant and hope for the best that she didn’t die. It was rough, she’d often wonder if she should venture somewhere else, find some other place to live but she couldn’t, not with her family trapped so close by. She just had to wait, however long it took, she’d wait.
Some days were better than others, she’d sleep through the day, wake hunt, eat, drink and talk through the radio. Those were the simpler days, ones where she didn’t have to struggle to survive; animals attacked on a daily basis. They were hungry too and Clarke was the final human on the surface, she knew they pictured her as a large slab of meat just ready to be torn open. That’s when she was thankful she still had a ton of rifles she’d found in the rover, it was no longer her vs people, now it was her vs animal. She’d once classed herself as an animal person, she’d love any creature she laid eyes on but now she dreaded the moment she heard a simple snap of a twig.
Bellamy winced at the rough landing, he was pretty sure he’d sprained his wrist they crash landed pretty roughly into the ground, Raven had missed the water by miles, which he couldn’t help but feel slightly happy about it. He’d never been a fan of the water and the thought of landing straight into it in a heavy machine was daunting. His vision cleared, the blur vanishing and the ringing stopped, he was in the same seat he’d been in when they went up to space, his chest clenching as he remembered the pain of leaving Clarke behind.
“Raven? Monty?” Bellamy called out, his voice hoarse. It hurt to turn his head but he had to make sure his friends were alright, Raven sat unconscious to his left, Monty behind him beside Harper, his breathing heavy.
“We’re alright...Murphy and the other two as well...how is Raven?” Monty replied, Bellamy was relieved, he recalled their first trip down to earth, they’d lost two people just hitting the ground. Bellamy unclicked his belt, groaning at the quick movement, the rocket had been tilted to a side.
“You’d best get the door open,” Bellamy ordered him, moving slowly and carefully to Raven, she’d been upfront so she’d taken the most impact, she’d feel it when she woke up. “I’ve got Raven.”
“Is she alright?” Murphy questioned, he seemed completely fine, not even a cut from the crash but he was looking over Raven’s seat as Bellamy crouched down to check her pulse. Glancing up at Murphy and giving him a curt nod the boy sighing in relief. “Good...do you need help?”
Bellamy shook his head, Monty had managed to pry open the door and sunlight streamed through the small gap, hitting their skin and it felt like home again but Bellamy focused on Raven, Murphy turned to follow Echo out but Bellamy called him to a stop.
“Actually I’m going to need to hold her shoulders, once I unlock this belt she’s going to fall forward fast, you need to slow her down so I can catch her,” Murphy nodded, glad to help the unconscious brunette. He held to Raven as Bellamy unclicked her, he’d been right, Raven’s body flew forward but Murphy held a tight lock, screwing his eyes shut as he did his best to keep her in her seat as Bellamy removed the belt from her arms. “Ok, release her.”
Murphy did as he was told and Raven felt forward into Bellamy, thankfully he caught her and both him and Murphy let out a breath and with Murphy’s help they managed to get out of the rocket before it tilted even more and crashed into the floor once again. Bellamy led Raven on the grass, Echo rushing to Raven’s side the moment he’d led her on the floor.
“When do you think she’ll wake up?” Bellamy always felt weird when they asked him something that they’d ask a doctor...that they would’ve asked Clarke.
“She’ll wake up in a minute, she just needs fresh air.” Bellamy told them letting out a breath, finally taking a look around their surroundings, his heart catching in his throat at the sight. Everything looked awful except the green land they were stood on, grounds had been burned, trees scorched to the crisp and daylight having no effect on the darkened ground before them. “L-let’s just find some water, she’ll need some when she wakes up. Monty you come with me.”
“And what if the waters still contaminated?”
Bellamy knew it was a risk, “Then we’ll have to find some way to make it fresh, we need water to survive and it’s been six years, it should be drinkable.”
Being on the ground reminded him so much of Clarke, his heart crying in pain at the thought of the girl he had loved so much. His family. But he suppressed it and carried on walking beside Monty, the boy beside him anxious of how Bellamy was taking it. It had taken Bellamy years of grieving to finally come to peace with Clarke’s death, to finally believe that it wasn’t his fault but Monty still heard him cry at night when he’d passed his bedroom. He knew his best friend was still mourning Clarke and he knew being back here where he’d left her to die, must be eating him alive.
“Where do you think Polis is from here?” Monty’s question made his heart pick up, his sister, he hadn’t forgotten about her over the years, he thought of her often wondering how she was doing leading her people. Hoping she was well, imagining the moment they saw each other again. He thought of Abby too, how he’d have to explain what happened, how he’d have to see her face crumble, to prepare for the slap that he’d get across his face because she’d trusted him to keep her daughter alive. And yet he’d done the complete opposite.
“Far, we’ll worry about that in the morning. We’ll focus on getting Raven up and about first then we’ll search for Polis, though if it’s like the rest of the world, I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” Bellamy told him, watching as his feet moved through the luscious green of the grass, he’d missed earth. The bright colours and day light, the fresh air and tall trees, the sounds of animals. He’d longed to come back.
“Clarke would be proud of you, Bellamy.”
Monty’s words were like a dagger to the heart, his eyes prickling with tears because he knew it was true, he’d served their people well, he’d used his head, he’d got them to earth all of them alive and that’s all Clarke would have wanted. Bellamy turned his head away from Monty, sniffing to keep his nose from running, he swiped away a tear with his sleeve. The truth was Bellamy had never missed anyone the way he missed Clarke, he missed her more than his own mother and even though he’d never admit it, he missed her more than he had missed his sister. To him Clarke had been everything, she’d meant so much and he’d have given his own life to keep her alive if it hadn’t of been for their friends. Bellamy would have left that lab to get her, he wouldn’t care if he died so long as he was with her. But he’d done what she’d have wanted him to do and used his head rather than his heart.
The pair froze as they heard a mutter of a voice, it wasn’t one of their friends, it couldn’t be. They were back on the field unless they’d followed them but there was no way they’d have got past them without them noticing them. No this was something else.
“What th--”
“Sh.” Bellamy hissed, shooting Monty a look as they moved slowly towards the voice, avoiding anything that would startle whoever it was; they didn’t need to be killed when they’d just returned home.
The pair crept up following the voice, what they found almost stopped the both of their hearts, their was the rover perched on a hill. Bellamy would know the vehicle even after all this time, but what made his heart race faster was the fact that it was in perfect shape, it had been used recently. Monty looked just as stunned as he was, moving in stealth closer to the vehicle. Bellamy had moved quicker now, he wasn’t hallucinating, Monty might not have figured out whose voice that was yet but Bellamy had and he wasn’t going to stop now. He had to see for himself. He emerged from behind the rover and there she was.
Her short blonde hair above her shoulders, a red dye in part of it, her scavenged clothes on her back and from what Bellamy could see a radio held to her mouth as she spoke into it. Bellamy was shocked, he couldn’t order his emotions, he couldn’t stop the tears that had managed to roll down his cheeks, he could see Monty from the corner of his eye, stood looking at Clarke’s back too.
“C-Clarke?” Monty said and like lightning the blonde was up and a gun had been pulled from her side, a gunshot ringing through the air. Monty had ducked just in time the bullet missing him by an inch. Clarke stood like a deer in headlights, eyes darting between Monty and Bellamy, the gun falling from her hand as she realised she’d almost killed Monty.
“Monty? B-Bellamy?” Clarke muttered in disbelief, hands shaking, she knew she was going crazy but her mind was playing a cruel game on her. She couldn’t tell if this was real or her imagination. Bellamy had his hands up and Monty had stumbled to his feet, they knew the others would’ve heard the gunshot.
“We’re back, Clarke...we--we made it. You’re alive.” Bellamy was still in shock his mind running, wanting to move but not wanting to scare Clarke any further, he gathered it was hard for her to believe when she’d been alone all this time. “You’re alive.” He repeated in happiness, his voice higher this time and a happy cry left his mouth.
Clarke watched his with watery eyes, it was the first time she’d felt tears in a year and a half, he was home. In seconds Clarke had tossed the radio aside, she didn’t need it anymore and she’d launched herself towards Bellamy. His arms were open and ready for the impact, he didn’t care about any part of his body that was injured from the crash right now, all he could focus on was the girl who had collided with him, his arms locking around her like a puzzle piece. Clarke cried into his shoulder, he’d lifted her off of the ground and she’d pulled away slightly, hands holding herself up on his shoulders and she kissed every inch of his face that she could get contact to until eventually after happy laughs their lips met, melting into a kiss that had been long awaited, Bellamy keeping her flush to his body never wanting to let her go Clarke’s tears ended up getting mixed with Bellamy’s dampening both of their faces but right now they didn’t care. They were alive, they were together, that was all they’d ever wanted.
Not even the crunch of leaves and footsteps pulled them away from their kiss, Monty had been stood with a smile while the others rushed to his side out of breath having heard the gunshot. But they followed his gaze to the pair and a smile formed on each of their faces, Clarke was ok. Raven was being carried by Murphy but she’d woken after all the noise, turning her head in his arms and wondering if this was a dream. Clarke was kissing Bellamy. It could only meant that they’d made it, she’d brought Bellamy back to Clarke, she’d done good.
@ferosa Here you go! The second part, it’s rather long though, but I hope you enjoy!!
Dany had done her best to keep her mind on the focus, becoming acquainted with Jon’s family, she’d need them to be allies to her and not people who’d want to fight her in the future; though she was almost positive that Jon wouldn’t allow that to happen. He’d talk sense into his siblings, Missandei was by her side as always, helping her choose the appropriate clothing for the dinner. Missandei was her closest friend and she had a remarkable taste when it came to outfits, she’d been the one to choose the winter clothing before she left to fly to save Jon and the others. Dany had been given one of spare chambers, an extra bed in there for Missandei, now Daenerys knew it was a bit odd to not have her own room and at the very least have a small one she was the queen of the seven kingdoms after all but she didn’t act offended when they showed her to her room when they’d arrived the night before. This was Jon’s home, he’d given her the final remaining beds which she assumed meant he’d kicked someone out of them just so that she had a room, she was grateful for his generosity.
“What is between you and this Jon Snow, your grace?” Missandei asked as she neatly braided Dany’s silver hair, she was always so gentle with her queens hair, she knew it meant a great deal to her. It not only represented the Targaryen within her, it was also one of the things she loved so dearly about herself. Her long white hair carried as much beauty as the snow outside the walls.
Dany stopped her reading for a moment, glancing up at Missandei through the mirror before them, “What do you mean?”
Missandei had a knowing smile on her face, she wasn’t blind to how much her queen had taken to the King in the North. “I mean you flew beyond the wall for the man, he must mean something to you.”
Daenerys didn’t reply straight away, she closed the books that balanced in her lap, her eyes meeting Missandei’s now. She could see that her friend was already onto her feelings that had developed for the King in the North.
“Nothing is going on, Missandei...it’s strictly political, there’s no time for all that even if I wanted.” Dany held her head high, she knew they shared little secrets about how they felt about the men around them but for whatever reason she couldn’t seem to tell Missandei about how she felt about Jon.
Missandei simply hummed making Dany arch a brow, but the brunette had already gone back to tend to braiding her queens hair. Dany was slightly thankful the conversation about Jon was over, it only made her anxious when they spoke of him, her stomach fluttering at the mere thought of being something more with him. Missandei spoke up once again, showing the conversation wasn’t over.
“If you don’t mind me asking, my queen. Why did you go down to his chambers earlier?” Dany felt as though she’d been caught out, no one questioned her with such confidence as Missandei - except maybe Tyrion - but the girl behind her looked determined to know and so Dany straightened her posture.
“I wanted him to teach me to use a sword for the battle.”
Missandei stopped then at her words, she hadn’t known her queen was planning on fighting amongst the war rather than in the skies with her remaining children. It was a huge risk. Even with the amount of men they had, people would die, many of them and Missandei was already worried sick for her love, but to worry for her queens life too...it was a lot.
“B-but you can’t, your grace, you mustn’t.” Missandei was quick to finish the braid, her hair was perfect, braided in such a way that it was fit for the finest dinner in all of the lands. But Dany got to her feet at Missandei’s disapproval.
“I can and I will. I will fight for my people otherwise whats the point in them being loyal to me,” Dany wasn’t a fan of arguing, especially not with her friend, but she knew her duties. “Jon gave me a lesson earlier and we will continue to train until the war is here.”
Missandei looked as though she was going to cry, something that seemed to effect Dany too, Missandei was her best friend. “Please Daenerys...we need you...”
“That is why I’m going out to fight, my dragons will watch over me and so will my soldiers. This discussion is over, Missandei. We’re going to be late to dinner.”
Dany ended the conversation there, giving Missandei a stern look before giving herself a once-over in the mirror then tugging down her winter coat which had shifted upwards from when she was sat down. Dany looked to Missandei who was watching the floor which the expression of a kicked puppy.
“I requested earlier that you get a place at the dinner table, slip into the outfit in the wardrobe and come down afterwards.” With that Dany slipped out the door into the icy air.
Her two soldiers walked closely beside her on either side as she headed to where Jon had showed her they’d be having dinner, she’d grown up in the hot weather, so used to the sun whereas Jon had grown up with the snow, living his life in the cold. They were from almost completely opposite worlds yet somehow they got along perfectly, though they clashed every now and then. When Dany entered the room all eyes turned to her; she was late. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment as she apologised.
“You must forgive me for being late, I was attending to a personal matter with Missandei. She shall be down soon.” Dany spoke, the Stark siblings were sat around the table before her, the two sisters sat opposite one another, Bran beside Arya. Ser Davos was to Jon’s left where Jon was seated at the head of the table, Tyrion had sat beside Sansa already downing a glass of wine, Jorah was beside him left to where Dany would sit at the opposite seat of the table to Jon. There was a space remaining beside her on her left for Missandei.
Jon stood from his seat, a smile on his lips, small but it could been seen by all on the table. Jon made his way around the table to hold out Daenerys’s chair for her, she gave him a sweet smile as she took a seat.
“Nonsense, my queen. We arrived at little early, you’re just on time.” Dany knew he was lying to make her feel better but she didn’t point it out. Jon headed back to his seat, giving a nod to a guard at the door and the man opened the door, people pouring in to place their dishes and food onto the long table. “You look wonderful this evening.”
Daenerys felt her cheeks heat up once more, “Thank you.”
Eyes flickered between the two as they gave each other shy smiles and dreamy stares before Tyrion cut in, he’d already had too much to drink meaning he’d let his mouth run.
“Was this worth losing one of your children?” The attention shifted and the atmosphere turned cold fast, Dany was still grieving for her lost child and he’d hit her right in the heart with the question. Everyone else had stopped eating, they’d all heard about Daenerys act, she’d saved Jon and the others but lost one of her children doing so.
“Tyrion how dar--” Jorah spoke his voice sharp and full of rage for his queen but she cut him off holding up a hand.
“It’s fine, Jorah.” She told him although Jon could see even from the far end of the table he’d hurt her. “It was worth it, because now we know the threat is real and together we can fight it, I think you should slow down on the wine Tyrion.”
Tyrion knew to keep quiet now he’d got an answer, Missandei had slipped into the room halfway through the conversation, taking her seat quickly beside Dany. Even she could feel the tension in the room. Arya was next to speak up, looking to Daenerys after taking a bite out of the chicken.
“So your dragons, their the last in the world, you could burn down kingdoms with just one of them...you could take back your throne, but you haven’t. Why?” The girl asked curiosity over her expression. Dany was used to this question, almost everyone she crossed paths with asked it, the only person she hadn’t had ask her it was Jon, he’d understood why she hadn’t taken the throne back with her dragons.
“I don’t want to kill hundreds of innocent people, it would be unnecessary. I want to help the people, not kill them.”
Arya turned back to her food, “If I had dragons I’d burn Cersei Lannister to a crisp.”
The queen smiled at that, she disliked the woman too, she was deceitful and cruel but she simply wanted to talk to her, politely ask her to hand it over and if that didn’t work then she’d use her dragons as a threat. Jon smiled, he agreed with her method, if he had dragons he’d do the exact same thing; killing the innocent would not be an advantage. It would simply make them no better than any other leader.
“It’s no wonder you and our brother get along.” Sansa added, shooting Dany a smile, the queen returning it. “This war is going to take everything out of us, we’re grateful to have your alliance, we’ll stand a chance against them with your help.”
“And once the war is over Daenerys shall take the iron throne and her rightful place over the seven kingdoms.” Tyrion announced, although they already knew the plans.
“I’m going to fight in this war too, Tyrion.” Dany told him, the dwarf almost choking on his wine, head snapping in her direction just as Missandei’s had. The woman.
“Like hell you are, I am your hand and I oppose to this, you’re to be queen, you won’t be a queen if you’re killed in battle.” Tyrion was furious with her decision and he could see it. Arya was listening now, intrigued by the queen now, the woman wanting to fight in the war to come made her realise how great the mother of dragons really was. “You’ll stay in Dragonstone, away from all this.”
Dany opened her mouth to argue back but Jon stepped in, she and Tyrion always bickered, but she knew he was right, it was a risk but she was going to take it.
“Dany is the queen, it is her decision if she fights.”
Tyrion slammed his glass on the table in fury, startling Sansa who was sat between the spat. Tyrion pointed at Jon with anger. “You don’t get a word in this, you’re most likely the one who put this deranged idea in her head!”
Jon frowned, he’d always had a bad temper but he could see that Tyrion was acting ridiculous about the whole thing. “She makes her own decisions and I think it’s incredible that she’s fighting with her people, she’s showing them how much she cares.”
Daenerys looked at Jon with a slight smile before hearing Tyrion cut in again, someone really should have restricted the amount he could drink. His words slurred now, “I should have never convinced her to invite you to Dragonstone, since then she’s made stupid decisions that have almost gotten her killed!”
“None of this is Jon’s fault!” Dany cut in, she wasn’t going to allow Tyrion to blame Jon for her actions and she knew soon enough he’d blame Jon for Viserions death; she already knew how sorry Jon was and she didn’t need him apologising anymore. “I order you to return to your chambers. Now.”
Tyrion glared furiously at the pair of them, the two had both stood to their feet, in a way they looked like two parents scolding their child. The whole table had fallen silent as Tyrion climbed down from his chair grumbling on his way out, the guards pushing open the door for him. Jon met Daenerys cold blue eyes, the pair of them trying to keep their anger to a minimum, she felt awful, she should have told Tyrion alone rather than at the table.
“I apologise for his behaviour...he’s had too much to drink.” The queen sighed as she sat back down in her seat, everyone at the table had been quiet, not knowing quite what to say. Jon shook his head, sitting back down himself.
“It isn’t your fault, he just worries for his leader.”
“You can fight?” Arya chirped up, a hint of excitement in her voice. Daenerys looked to her, glad she didn’t seem phased by the arguing.
“Well...not yet, but I’ve asked Jon to teach me.” Dany said, Arya turned to her brother whose cheeks had blushed red, swallowing a carrot he’d just put in his mouth.
“You’re teaching the queen?”
Jon shrugged, “I’m good with a sword and Daenerys is a fast learner. Soon she’d be able to fight as well as any other soldier.” Jon grinned over at Dany, the womans eyes sparkled as he spoke of her so happily to his younger sister. “She’ll be by my side when we step into this battle, it’ll give her more protection and I believe we work rather well together.”
Ser Davos glanced between the pair as they undressed each other with their eyes, he’d seen it many times since the pair had met, rivals at first then allies and he could see that there was something more hanging in the air. He recalled Daenerys waiting for a sign of him on the balcony in freezing temperatures, her dragons sweeping the skies for a sign on him. The way she waited by his side until he woke days later, only leaving his side to rest shortly. The love radiated off of them when they were around one another but he knew the two were both trying to focus on surviving first. Davos watched as Daenerys smiled softly to him, her eyes full of care, he saw Jorah’s jealousy beside her and then he saw Jon looking at her in awe. He could see all of them around him saw it, the sexual tension through the roof just by the gazes.
“Fire and Ice.” Missandei spoke up, bringing all their attention to her. She hadn’t spoke all through the dinner but she looked between Jon and Daenerys now, her queen looking at her with furrowed eyebrows unsure what she meant. Missandei continued. “A Queen and a King...you’re fire and ice, deadly and dangerous when it’s needed yet soft and beautiful, one of you lived in the heat...the fire, another in the cold...the ice. You’re opposites but you work together because you’re equals, that’s why together you’re better.”
They all listened to the womans explanation, they all agreed with her words. Daenerys stared at her friend, she wondered how long the woman had been keeping those words in, they were wise and true. But Missandei didn’t linger on it, she turned back to her food as though she’d never said anything. Dany’s gaze moved to Jon and she smiled, they were better together, that’s why together they’d beat this war and they’d take the kingoms back and Dany was sure that Jon would be by her side for longer than just through the battle.
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