ouat s4 meme [1/1] Villain → The Snow Queen/Ingrid
Ingrid was an amazing villain, because she wasn’t bad in so many words. She was scared, misunderstood (just like Emma was/is), and just wanted a family (really, does it sound familiar?). And the best thing about her was, of course, the end of her arc. She made amends. She saved Storybrooke, gave Emma and Elsa her memories back, and was at peace with herself. It was beautiful.
andyousaidtruelovedidntexsist requested: “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” bellamy/clarke with bellamy as the faintee
A/N: I hope you like this one! I’m not sure if I’m completely satisfied with it, but I thought...what the hell, right? I loved the prompt for this one because I could totally see Bellamy fainting and Clarke being all snarky and sassy about it.
Rated: K
Also on [ao3] & [ff]
Bellamy’s head was pounding, and his eyes stung when he opened them. The light was too bright, the sounds around him too loud. There was something hovering over him, something golden, shiny, beautiful - but, admittedly, too close. He had to cross his eyes to focus, which hurt. He blinked a couple of times, only to realize it was a woman, and a beautiful woman at that. An angel. When he tried to smile, he winced. Ouch. No smiling for now. It hurt.
“Welcome back to the land of the living.” The woman snarked.
Bellamy couldn’t comprehend what was happening yet; his head was still too heavy, the pounding still too hard. There was something warm wrapped around him, and he had to admit he was lying pretty comfy. He could’ve fallen asleep again, if not for that nagging sensation in the back of his mind that he was forgetting something. He looked up at the angel in confusion. “What the hell happened?”
The angel snorted, quite unangel-like, and rolled her eyes. “You fainted...” she said matter-of-factly. “Straight into my arms, too. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
Bellamy couldn’t help but laugh, even as the subsiding pain flared up again and the memory came back to him. He’d been taking a stroll through the plaza, trying to clear his head, which had been aching then, too (stupid exams, stupid, stupid, stupid fucking master thesis) when suddenly the world had gone black before his eyes and he could feel his legs give out underneath him. “Well, I did make an impression, didn’t I?” he quipped, but his pink cheeks betrayed his shame. The angel laughed. “I’m sorry for intruding on your afternoon, I’m sure you have so much better stuff to do than this.” He waved vaguely at himself.
“Actually, it was a nice break. I was trying to clear my head from the exams, and you provided the ultimate distraction.”
Bellamy laughed, sitting up slowly, her steady hands helping him up. “Well, then we are on the same page on that one.”
She inspected him for a long time. “So why did you faint? If it wasn’t to grab my attention?”
He laughed again. “I don’t know. I had a headache and then I just went down.”
“How long’s it been since you ate and drank anything?” Her question left him stunned, as he tried to remember. His day had been a blur of history books, dates and names too complicated to remember and he wasn’t sure if he ate at all... Before he could say a word, she nodded, digging in her bag. “I see. Listen, if you want to get through your exams you have to keep your energy up. Studying doesn’t feel like you’re doing much, but it’ll dehydrate you faster than any sport.” She thrust a bottle of water in his hands and looked at him sternly until he drank everything.
(After which, he felt a lot better, but he wasn’t going to admit that in a hurry. Her company helped, too.)
“Thanks.” he said. Then, with her guidance, he stood up and sat down on the stones before the fountain. She joined him. “Guess it just slipped my mind.”
The woman smiled kindly at him. “Trust me, I’ve been there. Finals suck, huh?”
“Oh yeah.” he said, with no small amount of hate in his voice. He loved history, but the exams and essays he had to do were unreal. “So is this your final year?”
She shook her head, then nodded, making him chuckle in confusion. “Well, it is for my bachelor. But after this I’m going to get my Master’s degree, so not really.” Bellamy nodded. “What are you studying?”
“Ancient History, I’m doing my Master’s right now. You?”
“Art. And after this I’m going to Master in Liberal Arts and Sciences.”
“Cool.” he said. And then they sat a while, in silence.
He was even startled when she began talking again, so emerged was he in the peace of the water clattering behind him and the comfortable silence between them. “I was gonna grab a bite at Grounders. Wanna come?”
Bellamy’s face broke into an unbidden grin. “I would love that.”
She stood up immediately. “Well, come on then, nerd.”
“Nerd?” he said, offended and outraged, as he jumped up to catch up with her. “Excuse me, Princess, what makes you think I’m a nerd?”
She looked slightly affronted by the nickname, but didn’t immediately comment on it. “You study history. Of course you are.” She threw him a sly smirk. “But don’t worry, I’ve always had a thing for nerds.”
Bellamy just stood there for a moment, flabbergasted. She was a spitfire who could give O a run for her money – well, no. Nobody could do that. But she came pretty close. He caught up with her again, grinning slightly. “I’m Bellamy, by the way. Bellamy Blake.” he said, making sure to whisper it in her ear. To his satisfaction, he saw her shiver a bit.
But she didn’t back down. “Clarke.” she said. “Clarke Griffin.”
“Well, Clarke Griffin, why don’t you lead the way?”
With a grin, she did, and Bellamy followed her to the bar. He was thoroughly intrigued by this angel with fire in her veins and ached to find out everything there was to know about her.
(Little did he know, he would still be finding out stuff about her three years later, when she beat him to the punch, went down on one knee and asked him to marry her. He said ‘yes’, of course, but not before a lot of complaining about the ring he’d held in his pocket the entire night.
They giggled about that one for years after that. That’s when O declared them officially crazy.)
Summary: 'Hey, you took the last bar of chocolate and I need that so gimme'
A/N: Thus, after a very, very, very long writer's block, I am now back with my next one-shot for these two idiots. It's not my best by far but my muse needs to be broken in again and this is my way of doing it. I hope you enjoy!
Rated: K
Also on: [AO3] & [ff]
Eighteen hours into her twenty-four hour work shift, Clarke finally managed to grab a break that was longer than one minute. Bleary eyed and bone tired, Clarke made her way down to the small cafeteria, her stomach rumbling.
She was dying for some chocolate.
Apparently, periods and long work days don't go well together.
There weren't many people in the cafeteria, at this hour. Two exhausted nurses sitting at a table, eating a late dinner, a tall, dark-haired guy, standing indecisively in front of the snack stand and a stray patient nursing a midnight cup of tea.
The food lady nodded at her as she took her place beside the tall guy, scanning the shelves for her chocolate fill. There was one large chocolate bar left, so she reached for it, her stomach rumbling. Her fingers suddenly touched someone else's and she jumped. Tall, dark and handsome had reached for the same chocolate bar at the same time, and he was now gripping her fingers with an insufferable smirk on his face.
"I was going for the chocolate." His voice was deep, and Clarke was not going to lie and say it didn't do something to her tired and worn out body.
"Well, you can go for something else, because I'm a doctor and I can have you out of this hospital in seconds." she snapped, yanking her hand out of his grasp.
If the guy was fazed by her retort, he didn't show it. "Aww, come on, Doctor. Are you gonna kick out the only person my sister has while she's in surgery?"
"Not if that person lets me have the chocolate." She made a grab for it, but the man deflected her with a chuckle. "Sir, I don't wish to be rude...!"
Clarke blinked for a moment, and then scowled. "Don't quote Harry Potter at me. Now stand back, I need that chocolate."
He snatched it away before she could grab it, holding it above his head when she tried to take it from him. "Too bad you're not so tall, huh?"
"What are you, five?" she growled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Close. Twenty-five. How 'bout I make you a deal? We share this delicious piece of chocolate, and I'll buy you the last chocolate croissant I just saw." He smiled, holding out the bar as a peace offering.
Clarke scowled at him. This guy, honestly! But she agreed, shooting him icy glances as he made the purchase and led her promptly to a table. With her croissant and her half of the chocolate bar. "Where are you going?" she yelled after him as he took a seat by the window, placing the croissant in front of the seat across from him.
He smiled at her pleasantly, and beckoned her over. "Come sit with me for a moment. You can't very well eat this standing or tending to a patient."
Gritting her teeth, Clarke stamped over to the table (yes, she was being real mature about this). "Look, I appreciate you buying this for me. That's very kind of you. But I need to get back, my shift ends in six hours."
"And I'm sure they can do without you for a few minutes while you eat something." he said, gesturing for her to sit down.
Clarke sat.
Her entire body sang at the opportunity for rest, and her eyes closed out of their own volition. Clarke felt her stress level lower considerably as she sat there. She was sure she hadn't sat down since before her shift started. The guy didn't say anything, but when she opened her eyes again, he was watching her silently.
"Clarke." she said suddenly, startling him.
"What?"
"My name. It's Clarke."
"Uh, Bellamy."
She smiled at him, and then dug into her croissant, which tasted better than expected. She let out of soft moan; she'd needed that. The chocolate melted on her tongue, and she instantly felt better. "Thank you, by the way." Clarke muttered when she'd finished her final bite. "For buying me this."
"It's not a big deal." he - Bellamy - said with a lopsided grin. "So you're a doctor, huh?" Clarke nodded. "Intense. What do you do?"
"ER, mostly. I sometimes assist with surgeries." She looked up at him, contemplating. "Did you say your sister just had a surgery?"
Bellamy nodded. "Yeah. Appendicitis." Clarke drew in a breath, feeling for the poor woman. While not immediately fatal, appendicitis was extremely painful and the possible short-term consequences of the surgery were not very pleasant either. She should know, she'd had to endure it. "She should be out by now, but they won't let me near her while she's in recovery."
Standard procedure, Clarke knew, but Bellamy's jaw clenched in annoyance, and she felt for him. "I could call Recovery, ask if she came out okay?"
His eyes lit up instantly. "You could do that?"
Clarke shrugged. "Sure." She took the old in-hospital Nokia phone they'd all been issued and dialled Recovery. "What's her name?" she whispered quickly.
"Blake, Octavia Blake."
"Hi, it's Dr. Clarke Griffin, I'm wondering if you could tell me the status of a patient that should be there. Blake, Octavia?" Clarke listened for a minute before thanking the nurse. "She's gonna be just fine. Surgery went well, she's resting. She'll be moved within the hour, so you'll be able to visit her again."
Bellamy exhaled, looking relieved and instantly more relaxed. "Thank you."
"Not a problem."
They sat for a few minutes, in total silence, just enjoying the peace they now shared. Bellamy broke the chocolate bar in half, as promised, and handed her her share. After fifteen minutes of this, her pager went off, and she had to leave. "Thank you, Bellamy Blake. It's been a pleasure." she said, and before he could say anything else, she hurried off to the Dean of Medicine's office.
"Hi, Clarke." Dr. Griffin was sitting behind her desk, smiling sweetly. “How are you doing?”
“Tired, but okay. Was there something you needed?” Clarke said shortly. She had no patience or energy to be sweet to her mother today.
Abby looked pained for a moment, before she, too, slid into professional doctor mode. “Yeah, I got a patient and Doctor Jackson just went home with a bad case of the sniffles. Could you take over? It’s just aftercare and discharge, really.”
“Sure. Where is she?”
Abby handed her the file. “214.”
Clarke nodded, tucking the file under her arm and forcing a smile onto her face. “I’ll go to her now.”
“Take care of yourself, okay, honey?”
“Yeah, mom.” Clarke said, rolling her eyes. First chance she got, she’d leave this hospital. She loved her mother, but she couldn’t handle working under her. She’d experienced enough of that growing up.
She went to the second floor, and perused the file with little interest. Routine appendectomy, all went well, recovery is going good. She slid open the door to 214, and found a young woman sitting upright in bed. Her black hair was messy from lying down, and her blue eyes were clear and full of fire. “I AM NOT LYING DOWN AGAIN, BELL, I’VE DONE ENOUGH OF THAT!” she yelled.
Clarke raised her brows and looked over to where the woman was looking. A very familiar face was glaring back, eyes fierce but face tired, and Clarke suppressed a giggle. She turned over the file to read the patient’s name. Octavia Blake.
Coincidence, I think not, Clarke mused as Bellamy yelled back, “YOU JUST GOT OUT OF SURGERY LESS THAN AN HOUR AGO, O! YOU ARE LYING DOWN IF IT KILLS ME!”
Clarke cleared her throat, a smile playing on her lips that she couldn’t fight back. Both Miss Blake and Bellamy turned, startled. “Miss Blake, I’m Dr. Griffin, and I’m filling in for Dr. Jackson.”
Bellamy raised his brows in surprise, but Octavia just huffed. “Can you tell my idiot brother that I’m fine?”
Clarke bit her lip as two identical, penetrating looks came at her from both side of the room. “Unfortunately, I have to agree with your brother, Miss Blake. You have just come out of surgery and it really is best if you rest for a while.”
Octavia looked betrayed, but laid down anyway. Bellamy looked grateful, and took his place by his sister’s bedside. “Fine. When can I go home?”
“Well, if everything goes well, we can discharge you by tomorrow morning.” Clarke went over, smiling at Bellamy for a moment, who looked at her with this smug grin that she would love to smack off his face. Or maybe kiss. Either one was fine. “Can I check your bandages, Miss Blake?”
“Just call me Octavia.” Octavia lifted her shirt, and winced a little when she had to lift up her butt to do it. Clarke inspected it for a moment, but there was no blood seeping through, and the skin around it looked fine. “If it looks like this in a couple of hours, you’ll be just fine.” She looked up to see Octavia looking at her pensively, chewing on her bottom lip. “What?”
“Bellamy, is this the cute blonde doctor you were talking about just now?”
Clarke looked up at Bellamy, who had gone beet red in .2 seconds, and raised her eyebrows. “You talked about me?”
“Y-yeah, I mean, sure. We had a...nice time? Right?”
“S-sure.” Clarke said.
Octavia narrowed her eyes at both of them. “Did you kiss him yet?” she asked Clarke then.
Bellamy seemed to choke, and Clarke dropped the antibiotics she’d been preparing for Octavia. “Sorry, what?”
Octavia rolled her eyes as if Clarke was missing some Very Important Detail. “Like, obviously, you like him because you haven’t stopped smiling since you entered the room, and he likes you because he hasn’t stopped talking about you since he came into the room. Except to yell at me. But that’s nothing new.”
Clarke stared at the woman, dumbstruck and surprised. She had only ever met one person who was this shameless about relationships with people she’d never met before, and that was Raven. Clarke always thought she was unique in that respect. “Eh, okay. Well, if you need anything, just press this button and a nurse will see you get it. If you experience any pain, nausea or headache, press the button, too. No matter what you think. We can’t take any risks.”
Octavia settled against the pillows with a self-satisfied smirk, and nodded. “Sure. See you later, doc.”
“Have a good night.”
Clarke quickly left the room, her cheeks burning hot. Okay, so she’d liked Bellamy, liked looking at him, but his sister had jumped to conclusions frighteningly fast. Was she that transparent? “Clarke, wait up!” She turned to see Bellamy emerge out of Octavia’s room, his face still red as he jogged up to her. “I’m sorry about my sister, she really knows no shame.”
“It’s fine.” she said.
“But...she wasn’t wrong.” Bellamy said, with a sort of insecure, half-smile on his face. “I’d like to take you out to dinner sometime. If you want to?”
Clarke had to suppress a victorious smile. She tugged a stray lock of hair behind her ear and nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Bellamy’s grin was almost blinding, his face flooded with relief. “Cool. So, eh, tomorrow?”
Clarke laughed. “Patience, grasshopper.” she said with a mischievous smile. “I still have a shift tomorrow, and after that I want to sleep for two days. How about this weekend?”
Bellamy grinned. “Okay.”
Clarke stepped closer, slipping her hand in the pocket she knew held his phone. His sharp intake of breath was very pleasing as she stepped back, taking his phone with her. “This is my number.” she said, putting it in his contacts as she spoke, smiling all the time. “Call me on Friday, okay? We can make some plans.”
“You got it, Princess.”
Clarke raised her brows at him, the nickname sudden and surprising. “What?”
“Griffin.” he said, indicating her name tag. Your mom’s the Dean of Medicine, is she not?”
Clarke sighed. “Yeah, she is.”
“Well, then you’re the hospital’s Princess.” he explained with a smirk. Clarke just rolled her eyes and smacked him. “Thank you, Clarke. I mean it. My sister is everything to me. Now that you’re her Doctor, I can rest easy, knowing she’ll be okay.”
Clarke smiled. “See you, Bellamy.” she said, turning around and moving away.
“I’ll call you Friday.” he called after her.
Clarke turned once more with a smile. “I’ll be waiting by the phone all day!”
Bellamy laughed, and then disappeared into Octavia’s room again.
Clarke made her way down to the ER with a grin on her face that wouldn’t go away for the entirety of her shift.
