#bellarkeau

[bittyab18]

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Underage Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake & Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake & Octavia Blake, Clarke Griffin & Octavia Blake, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Octavia Blake & Lincoln, Brief Clarke/Lexa, Brief Bellamy/Echo, Clarke Griffin & Original Female Character(s), Bellamy Blake & Original Female Character(s), Octavia Blake & Original Male Character(s), Lincoln & Original Male Character(s), Bellarke - Relationship, linctavia, Jonty Friendship, Brief Bellamy/Gina, Brief Clarke/Niylah, Minor Monty/Harper, Minor Jasper/Maya - Relationship, Minor Murphy/Emori, Minor Miller/Bryan Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Lincoln, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, Lexa, Maya Vie, Original Male Character - Charlie Winter, Original Female Character - Asher Griffin Additional Tags: Single mom!Clarke, single dad!Bellamy, teen mom!Clarke, teen pregnancy au, Bellarke have a one night stand and then reconnect 5 years later, there will be brief Clexa and brief Becho, Bellamy's a manwhore, Clarke and Octavia become best friends, Clarke and Bellamy reconnect through Octavia, accidental pregnancy au Summary:

18 year old, high school senior, Clarke Griffin realizes that her life is about to change forever after she discovers that she's pregnant after a one night stand. Nearly five years later, Clarke meets a bubbly brunette at the preschool where she works and her daughter goes to school. Clarke and Octavia become the best of friends. Clarke gets the shock of her life when she realizes that Octavia's older brother is Clarke's one night stand from five years before.

[lizziebeth98]

The 100 x The Vampire Diaries 

A work in progress. First two Chapters done. I’ll begin posting when I’m done with the first 10. 

[bellarkeshoe]

Bellamy meets a deaf Clarke Griffin in a coffee shop where he just so happens to work.

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The first time he saw her was two weeks before school started. He was at Grounders, a small coffee shop, working his part time shift when she came in.

He didn't see her at first, seeing as she came in during the morning rush, but once it died down, he saw her.

She was in the corner booth, reading a book that seemed to captivate her. It was as if the busy morning rush hadn’t bothered her at all.

He saw her look up, as if she sensed him looking at her, and when he saw her beautiful ocean blue eyes, he didn’t think he could look away. She sat there, looking like a princess, bright blonde hair that shined like the sun that fell mid back length, with those eyes that made you not want to look away. She had pale flawless skin and a small mole above her lip, which curled up in a small smile as she caught him staring at her.

She turned back to her book, smile still on her face and what looked like a blush of pink on her cheeks.

He was brought back to reality at the sound of Miller behind him. “If you keep staring at her like a creep, she’s gonna leave and that will be bad for business.” He taunted with a knowing smirk.

“Shut up Miller, aren’t you meant to be flirting with Monty in the kitchen? We need more muffins while you are at it.” Bellamy states while he goes back to the customers at the counter waiting to order.

“If you want her number, you better go talk to her before she leaves.” He says before heading into the kitchen in the back.

Bellamy just ignores him and focused on the customers.

“Hello, welcome to Grounders, what can I get for you?” Bellamy said while grabbing a cup to write down the order.

He kept looking over to her table to make sure she was still there, and to his delight, she was.

He finished taking orders and headed over to the empty tables to clean them up.

Once he finished, the girl was still there, engrossed in her book. Since there were not many customers, and no one at the register, he decided to take his break.

He headed over to her table cautiously.

“Hi.” He said as he neared. She didn’t look up. Did she hear him coming? Maybe she was ignoring him, he was being creepy earlier.

“Umm… I’m Bellamy,” he started as he stood in front of the table. He seemed to have startled her because she jumped a little, eyes wide as she saw him in front of her.

She looked behind her, thinking he was talking to someone else, and frowned when she saw no one.

“Hi, I’m sorry if I scared you. I swear, I’m not a creep who likes to stare at random girls who walk in here.” He states and sees the confused look on her face.

Maybe she doesn’t understand him. Does she not speak English?

She motions with her hands, moving a finger from her ear to her chin. Oh. Oh…

It isn’t that she doesn’t understand him, it is that she can’t hear him. She’s deaf.

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[aamelinerose]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 :: 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/413713994-%F0%9D%90%82%F0%9D%90%A5%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%9E-%F0%9D%90%89%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%AD-%F0%9D%90%88%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%A7%27%F0%9D%90%AD-%F0%9D%90%82%F0%9D%90%A5%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AC%F0%9D%90%9E-%F0%9D%90%84%F0%9D%90%A7%F0%9D%90%A8%F0%9D%90%AE%F0%9D%90%A0%F0%9D%90%A1-%F0%9D%90%81%F0%9D%90%9E%F0%9D%90%A5%F0%9D%90%A5%F0%9D%90%9A%F0%9D%90%AB%F0%9D%90%A4%F0%9D%90%9E?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=meliesecho This is for the fight for love, not just love itself. And for all of those lovesick sweethearts who watched the 100 clawing at the screen for Bellarke. "For over a decade, our planet has been forced to live with an unsuspected enemy. An enemy forged by those who dreamt of the day the world would come to an end. Infections spread like madness, creating a hostile conversion of life itself, and mankind was purged on the battlefield against a new creation. One that left Earth inhabited by a disease so taunt and deadly that, even ten years later, people were still forced to pick up the pieces of a damaged society. A broken, hollow shell of what once was. The shell of human life."

[thatfuckinbellarke]

can anyone help me find this bellarke fanfic

i can’t remember what it’s called and it’s driving me crazy. basically clarke crosses into another realm and at first she’s with Finn in the spring clan i think and they’re all faeries or fae and have special powers and then she has to save all the fae from some evil woman and bellamy helps her through trials and makes a deal that she has to visit him and she dies but all the fae bring her back to life so she has powers and there’s a huge battle near the end between the spring side and bellamy’s side (which i think is like the night side) and he has WINGS??? that ring a bell to someone? anyone? help me i’m going crazy

[blissfulbellarke]

❥Paper Cut [AU]

Clarke was sitting on the couch in her boyfriend Bellamy's apartment. She was currently drawing a statue of Zeus because of Bellamy's love for Greek mythology. She thought he needed some more artwork in his apartment so Clarke figured she could draw him some. Bellamy always loved to admire her artwork.

Clarke finished the drawing of Zeus so she got up to grab another piece of paper so she could draw a statue of Poseidon next. She walked over to the table where her paper was and tried to grab another sheet. The pages were sticking together and Clarke was failing at separating them.

Finally, after about 5 minutes of fighting with the paper, Clarke managed to get one sheet of paper. She was holding the paper in her hand. She looked down at her finger and realized it was bleeding. It wasn't bleeding very bad. It was only a paper cut but it was sort of deep for a paper cut.

"Bellamy!" Clarke yelled from the couch. "Can you bring me a bandaid?"

"What did you do?" He yelled back. Bellamy was sitting in a room he called his office getting some work done for his job.

"I cut my finger! Now will you bring me the bandaid!" Clarke called back to him.

"Okay!" He yelled.

One thing Clarke didn't know was the fun Bellamy was about to have with this. Bellamy loved to joke around with Clarke and lightly annoy her sometimes. He got up from his desk and started heading to the room that Clarke was in.

"Weee ooooo weeee oooo!" Bellamy said, imitating an ambulance as he came running down the hallway.

"Bellamy....what are you doing?" Clarke asked with a small grin.

"Weeeee ooooo weeee ooooo!" Bellamy repeated. He reached her at the couch now.

"Bellamy-" Clarke said.

"Hello m'am. Your ambulance has arrived. Now I'd like to assess your injury." Bellamy told her.

"Bell, it's just a paper cut." She said.

"No no no. It looks pretty serious. I'm going to have to take you to the hospital." Bellamy said. Clarke could tell he was fighting back a grin.

Clarke knew what he meant. He turned around and she jumped on his back. At this point, she was grinning really widely and almost laughing at his adorableness.

"Weeee ooooo weeee oooo" Bellamy yelled all the way down the hallway until they got to the bathroom. He set her down on the counter and grabbed a bandaid from a nearby cabinet. Bellamy washed her finger off with water and then he wrapped the bandaid around it.

"Thank you." Clarke said with a laugh.

"You are very welcome m'am." Bellamy replied as he did one final look at her finger.

"It's great having a personal hospital service!" Clarke said to him as she got off the counter. She walked back to the couch and continued drawing and Doctor Bellamy went back to his office and started working again. Clarke now knew she had yet another reason to add to the list of why she loved Bellamy Blake.

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AUTHORS NOTE: this is my first Bellarke oneshot I've ever written so ummmm it's probably terrible but like I tried. :)

-L

[thatfuckinbellarke]

Enjoy some tipsy Clarke and Bell being a good boyfriend in this fluff filled shit pile of Bellarke. 

Clarke’s mother’s dinner parties were always a bit of a drag, even with Bellamy there for her to make fun of the guests with. Her feet always started to ache halfway through and pantyhose she wore liked to ride up in uncomfortable places. However, she endured it, because that’s what Clarke always does for her mom. She puts up with the hardships for the good times, no matter how far and between they are. It’s not hard to stand and chat with her mother’s friends about college and what she’s been up to. It’s not hard to stand by Bellamy and watch him charm the older, single women dressed in soft gowns that are rather extravagant for a simple dinner party.

However, it is rather mind numbingly boring. Which is why, when Bellamy slides up beside her and puts a hand on her waist, leaning in to whisper a playful, “Wanna get out of here?”, she nods and grabs his hand, letting him lead her past the guests and her mother who is far too absorbed in chatting up a politician to notice their hasty departure.

They head to his car, giggling like they’d just gotten away with something. In a small way, they had. She was sure that she’d get a text from her mother the next morning telling her it was rude to leave without saying good bye. However, that was going to be tomorrow and right now, it was tonight and she got to go home with the most handsome man she’d ever met.

One of his hands held onto hers as he drove them out of the city, the other hand resting comfortably on top of the steering wheel. They take some back roads, letting the windows stay rolled down so that the warm night air can skim along their bodies and tangle in their hair. The clusters of buildings fall away to suburbs and, eventually, only trees line the road they’re traveling on.

The air takes on a certain freshness and Clarke drinks it in greedily, having missed it during the short hours they were away. In the early stages of their relationship, when they’d just been friends that mercilessly argued, Bellamy had told her that fresh air would do her some good, help her get that stick out of her ass. He’d been right, to be quite frank.

Being in the city always brought a certain tension into her shoulders, one that sat there and pressed a weight onto her that made her feel like Atlas, holding up the sky. It wasn’t that she didn’t have good memories there. In fact, some of her best ones had been born there; her father taking her ice skating for the first time, going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art with her family and being awestruck by all the amazing art, ducking in and out of pubs with Wells on her twenty first birthday.

Then there were the bad memories, ones like her father falling ill and spending his final months in a hospital bed, her mother’s already small amount of warmth burning out at her father’s funeral, and several nights spent staring up at the white ceiling of her bedroom and feeling like she’s being smothered with loneliness, an aching deep inside her bones.

Getting out of the city meant getting away from the areas tainted by her father’s memory. It had felt strange to look up at a beautiful sunset shining over trees rather than buildings and not feel heavy inside. She had Bellamy to thank, really. If he hadn’t introduced her to the lifestyle, she’d still be hidden away in the grey buildings, enduring long, painfully sleepless nights and feeling a certain darkness gnaw at her insides.

She remembered one of the first times that she’d come to his ranch. She’d gone under the illusion that their friends were all meeting there for a picnic, and Bellamy had gotten everything ready, similarly fooled. Upon her arriving by herself and seeing no cars and Bellamy asking where everyone was, they’d both realized it was a set up, one to force them to spend some time together that didn’t involve them arguing and spitting obscenities at each other.

It had been awkward at first, him snapping at her to take her shoes off before getting on the picnic blanket and her grousing that his mashed potatoes were a bit too lumpy for her taste. Then, eventually, the peacefulness had gotten to her and she ended up laughing at one of his snarky remarks and the surprised grin that had overtaken his face had struck her as charming.

Bellamy’s truck slows as they pull into the gravel driveway and his English Sheepdog, Apollo, comes leaping at their doors, barking excitedly at the sight of them. She sticks her arm out the window and pats at him as well as she can with the awkward angle before pulling her arm back in. They park in front of his cottage and he gets up, coming around to open her door and help her out of the truck.

That was one of the qualities that had surprised her about Bellamy, to be quite honest. He looks so gruff and rough around the edges, doesn’t seem like the type to be so chivalrous, but that’s all he’s been in the time she’s known him, though that chivalry hadn’t been directed at her until later on in their friendship. He liked getting the door for whoever he was with, he liked to offer his coat when it was obvious his companions were getting cold, etc. That was just what Bellamy did for his friends. He cared for them.

As he’s unlocking the front door, Clarke yanks off her heels and sighs at the feeling of the cool concrete under her bare feet. Then, they shuffle inside and she latches onto Bellamy, helping him slide his coat off and grabbing his beanie on both sides so she can drag him to her and place a soft, semi-sloppy kiss on his lips. He laughs at her affection and pulls her coat off her, sliding his warm hands over the curve of her waist afterwards.

They end up in the bathroom with a bottle of wine. Clarke has her feet soaking in the shallow water in the tub and Bellamy is perched on the edge of it with her, his feet placed on the tile and still covered with socks.

As they drain the bottle, the two of them chuckle at a few of the odd guests that had shown up at her mother’s party. Bellamy tells the tale of the woman with a dachshund in her purse and how she’d fed it an entire plate of cheese and crackers. Clarke mentions the older man that had gotten rather tipsy and complimented the size of his boss’s wife’s breasts right in front of them.

He decides that she’s had enough wine when she nearly topples into the bath while reaching for the bottle.

“Alright, sweetheart, let’s get you to bed,” he tells her, rising up easily since he had drank considerably less than her, offering a hand to her.

She accepts it and steps over the edge of the tub with a bit of difficulty, Bellamy being there to grip her waist and assist. “You’re such a good helper, Bell,” she giggles, as he leads her to this bedroom.

“Thank you, Princess,” he answers her, a fond smile bringing up the corners of his mouth. “Sit here, I’ll get you some pajamas.” He lowers her onto the edge of the bed.

Standing up seconds after he’s gone, Clarke grabs the edge of her dress and goes to pull it up and over her head, but ends up getting stuck halfway through and topples onto the bed, dissolving into a fit of laughter.

“You’re something else,” she can hear Bellamy say as he grabs one of her ankles and drags her closer, helping her out of the dress.

“It was so dark in there,” she tells him, once they’ve got her dress off and all he can do is laugh as he passes her one of his t shirts to sleep in.

She smiles at him and accepts it, pressing the fabric to her nose rather than pulling it over her head. The scent of his cologne penetrates her drunken haze and she revels in it for a moment. The mix of fresh pine and his aftershave makes her feel like she’s at home.

After she’s slipped on his shirt and they’re tucked away in his bed, she shuffles closer to him and presses a kiss to his shoulder, then his neck. He shifts and rests a hand on her hip, stopping her for a moment.

“Whatcha want, Princess?” he murmurs, his voice sounding just a tinge sleepy, his eyes blinking at her lazily.

“You,” she whispers back, a small smile on her face.

He grins at that, leaning forward and pressing a full kiss to her lips, his arm wrapping around her so their bodies press together for a moment, but then he pulls away and a pathetic whine is drawn from her.

“In the morning, when you’re sober,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her nose.

She opens her mouth to protest, but even when she’s this tipsy, there’s no point in trying to get him to budge. Bellamy hasn’t ever agreed to having sex with her once she’s past a few sips of wine. He’s explained it to her before, that even though they’re together, something just doesn’t quite feel right about sleeping with her when she’s not one hundred percent aware. Besides, there’s plenty of time for that when she’s sober.

So, she simply nods and then rests her head on his chest, before shifting and nuzzling under his chin until he drapes an arm around her and gives her a gentle squeeze.

“Good night, Bell,” she whispers softly, pressing a chaste kiss to his bare chest.

He hums and she feels his lips brush her hair. “Night, Princess. I love you.”

Glowing slightly, she snuggles a little closer, though there isn’t any space between them, at all, and responds, “I love you too.”

[thatfuckinbellarke]

“That’s a castle, Clarke.”

      Clarke’s tree house was one of her prized possessions, seeing as she had built it with her parents. It had taken them half the summer to make and once it was finally done, Clarke hadn’t even wanted to go in it for a bit. It was too amazing, she wanted to leave it alone. Let it settle in the backyard and become part of the scenery before she climbed up into it. Also, she was waiting for Bellamy to get back from summer baseball camp so they could go up together. 

     She had to wait a week after it was done being built for him to return, which wasn’t too bad. Clarke had a lot of patience for a twelve year-old. Instead of sitting around and waiting, she hung out with the rest of her friends. They went swimming at the lake, had a movie night at Monty’s house and his parents made them some really yummy Korean barbecue. Clarke’s favorite had been the bulgogi (thin, marinated slices of beef or pork grilled on a barbecue or stir-fried in a pan). She thinks Bellamy would’ve liked it most, too. 

       The day that he came back, they were all hanging out in her front yard, since she lived on the same street as Bellamy. Everyone was excited to see him, seeing as they always spent the summer together. All of them. They were like a family of their own, seeing as most of them (Clarke, Bellamy, Monty, and Jasper) had lived in Northfield ever since they were born, while the rest of them (Miller and Raven) had joined the group over time. They were all around the same age, Bellamy and Miller being the oldest (thirteen and fourteen years-old), while Jasper and Monty were the youngest (twelve years-old). 

        The weather was pretty terrible, so much humidity that Clarke could practically drink the air, and there was little to no breeze, so all she could feel was the sun beating down on the back of her neck and shoulders. All of her friends were pretty sun kissed, all of them having experienced at least one bad sun burn this summer. 

         They were kicking a soccer ball around lazily to pass the time, barely putting in any force when they kicked it to each other. Monty passed the ball to Clarke and she caught it under her foot, rolling it around half halfheartedly. Then, she heard the sound of a car coming down the road. Everyone perked up and ran to the front of her yard, looking for the car. It was Bellamy’s mom’s station wagon. They all shouted in excitement and ran out into the road, waving and jumping around. The car came to a stop and Bellamy came barreling out of the backseat, laughing at the sight of all his friends excited to see him. 

       Everyone circled around him, throwing their arms around each other and smothering him in a group hug, knocking his baseball cap to the ground. 

       “It’s so great to have you back!” Raven said, playfully punching his shoulder. Bellamy returned the gesture and grinned at her before turning and looking at everyone else. 

        “Glad I was missed,” he stated, a wide grin on his face that he couldn’t seem to relax. He bent down and grabbed his baseball hat, slapping it on backwards. 

         His mom playfully honked her horn and rolled her window down, “Bell, just make sure to be home for dinner, okay? Your sister has missed you like crazy.” 

          He saluted her and they all moved out of her way, but she stayed where she was, raising her eyebrows at Bellamy. “Not gonna kiss me goodbye, son?”

        There was an eruption of whistles and kissy noises as Bellamy jogged over to the car and kissed his mom’s cheek, then patted the end of the car as she drove off. He was blushing slightly as he walked back to everyone, rolling his eyes as the boys asked if they could kiss his mom next. 

         “Shove it, guys,” he grumbled, swiping his bottom lip with his thumb and crossing his arms over his chest, trying to appear gruff looking. 

         Monty turned to Clarke. 

       “Now that he’s back, can we go in the tree house?” 

       At that question, Bellamy’s face lit up with excitement, and he grinned at her. “You finished building the tree house? Well, let’s see it, Griffin.” 

     She held her hands up in surrender, laughing slightly. “Alright, we can go guys, it’s in the back.”

     They all raced to the backyard, whooping with enthusiasm. 

    Clarke got to climb the stairs first, because it was her tree house. Then Raven shoved past the boys, because ladies first. Bellamy and Miller made their way up next, because seniority. Then, finally, Jasper and Monty scrambled up the stairs and headed inside. 

    The interior was barren; Clarke wasn’t sure what to put in there, yet. She knew they all probably needed a place to sit, so maybe a couch? And they’d need books to read, with plenty of variety. Comic books for Monty and Jasper, mythology books for Bellamy, mystery novels for Miller, and adventure books for Raven and Clarke. 

     All of them took a seat on the floor, resting their hands on the perfectly sanded wood and looking around. The windows weren’t just holes in the wood, there was glass that would protect the inside from rain and snow. 

   “This is so cool, Clarke. This is probably the coolest thing since Cindy Temple had that bounce house at her birthday party, last month,” Raven said, taking it all in. 

   “A bounce house? Lame,” Miller commented, shaking his head. 

   Raven made a face at him and kicked his thigh with the heel of her sneaker. 

   “This beats the Foosball table in Monty’s basement,” Jasper said, which earned an offended scoff from his best friend, followed by a small sound of disgruntled agreement. 

    The group of friends spent the rest of the afternoon in the tree house, talking about all the possibilities of the place. They could drag a TV in and watch movies on it, they could build a blanket fort on Halloween and tell scary stories. They could hide there when they didn’t want to stop being together, hang a sign on the front that said ‘No Parents Allowed’, as if that would keep them out. 

   Eventually, the group began to deteriorate, as each of them had to go home. Raven left first, because she had to go home and call her dad and tell him about her day. Then Monty and Jasper left, going to have dinner at Monty’s house. Once Miller bid goodbye, there was just Bellamy and Clarke left. 

    They sat side by side across from the door that lead to the small deck her parents had made. The door was open, so they could see the sun setting in the distance. Clarke leaned her shoulder against Bellamy’s and blew out a sigh. 

      “Something wrong?” He glanced down at her quizzically, cocking a brow. 

      She shrugged and kept her gaze forward. “I’m worried about school, I guess. You and Miller are going to be in High School and the rest of us are still stuck in Junior High.” It was surprising the group still hung out like they did, but it was just because they lived around each other. Clarke had played with Bellamy when she was just barely three and he was five, he’d come over with his little sister, Octavia, when she came to play and they would all spend time together. 

     Her whole childhood was spent being best friends with Bellamy and everyone else. She didn’t know what she’d do if everything changed. 

      “We’re all still going to hang out, don’t worry. Especially now that you have this kick ass tree house,” he told her, patting her leg reassuringly. 

     “Please don’t say bad words in my new tree house, Bell,” she chastised him, looking up at his face. He had grown a bit since May, she used to be as tall as him. 

     “Ass,” he repeated, grinning at her childishly. 

   She punched his thigh, but he didn’t even flinch. Bell never did. He was probably the toughest boy she knew. And the nicest. 

    “Really though, you and Miller don’t feel like losers for hanging out with fourth graders?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows and crossing her arms. 

    “Nah, you guys are cool. Well- Sort of. Uh, nevermind, there’s nothing cool about our friends. But we all get along really well, so who cares if someone thinks we’re uncool for hanging out with you guys.” 

   “So someone thinks you’re lame for hanging out with us?” Clarke pushed, frowning. 

     “No, Clarke, I was just saying,” he told her, huffing at her. “I like being your friend.” 

     She noticed that he said ‘your friend’ instead of ‘your guys’ friend’. That meant he was just talking about her. A small smile flit across her face and she reached out and touched his hand for a second. 

     “I like being your friend, too.” And it wasn’t just because she felt really cool having older friends. 

      He flipped his hand over and curled his fingers around hers, not letting her pull away. She didn’t. It was warm in the tree house and their hands got a bit sweaty from being pressed together, but they didn’t care.

    After a bit, Bellamy stirred and then became startled, letting go of her and scrambling to his feet in a frenzy. “Crap! I have to get home for dinner.” 

   Clarke laughed slightly at the fact that he was late, simply because it was typical Bellamy. He wasn’t on time to things very often, except baseball practice. 

    They headed down from the tree house as Bellamy rambled about how his mom was probably going to kick his ass and feed him a bar of soap for dinner, and Clarke chided him for his language again.   

    Once they were at the bottom, Bellamy paused and looked back at the tree house, then his eyes landed on Clarke and he smiled slightly. 

    “What?” she murmured, befuddled by his sudden silence. 

   “That’s a castle, Clarke. You and your parents built a castle,” he told her, placing his hands on his hips and shaking his head. “And we’re all part of the Royal Court.” 

    “Really? Who’s the King?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at him. 

   His smile turned into a smirk and he shrugged, answering, “There is no King. And there isn’t a Queen either. Just a Princess.” His head tilted towards her and she felt her cheeks warm. “You’re the Princess, Clarke.” 

    “What does that make you, Bell?”

    “Maybe it makes me a Knight,” he told her, puffing his chest out slightly and lifting his chin. 

   “Knights are supposed to save Princesses, Bellamy. You haven’t saved me from anything, so you can’t be a Knight,” she told him, pulling info from all the stories she had read throughout her childhood.

          Bellamy would need to go on a quest and slay a dragon to become a Knight. She didn’t know if there were any in Minnesota, but there was probably some in Iceland. She’d have to get him there, if he wanted to be a Knight. 

   “You don’t need saving ever, though. You save yourself, Clarke. You don’t ever need a Knight, those are for weak Princesses. Like Monty.” He nudged her shoulder playfully. 

    She smiled at what he said, it made her feel strong. Pushing him back, she started walking towards the front yard. The streetlights had just come on, signaling that it was officially night time. 

     “Bell, you gotta go, your mom is gonna be really mad. What if she doesn’t let you come back over?” She complained, looking at him over her shoulder. 

    “Admit that I’m a Knight, then I’ll leave,” he told her, crossing his arms over his chest and planting his feet stubbornly. 

  “Fine, you’re a Knight,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes at him and trying to keep herself from smiling at his antics. 

   He grinned at her and finally began to leave, stopping to give her a hug. Right before he fully pulled away, he hesitated before quickly kissing her cheek and whispering, “Bye Princess.”

  Then he took off running, leaving her there in her front yard, stunned. She stared after him in shock, her mouth was agape. Clarke heard the front door open and her mom called out to her, telling her to come inside and eat. It took her a moment to regain control of her limbs, but she eventually ran inside. 

   Later that night, she laid in bed and thought about what Bellamy had said, how she didn’t need a Knight. She could save herself. A smile captured her lips and she covered her face with her hands, giggling slightly. He was right.