HEY GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING!
SERIOUSLY I THINK BOTH BELLARKE AND CLEXA SHIPPERS WOULD LIKE THIS~
p.s please read tags once finished :D
- a shipper who’s over fandom wars
Clarke stood nervously in front of the two people who have made her become a better version of herself: both a mirror of everything she wished to be; both looking at her with hope and bravery; both awaiting their hearts broken.
“A decision must be made,” Lexa spoke, giving Clarke a sharp nod. “Who have you chosen to take as your heart?”
Clarke shook her head. “Lexa, you can’t do this to me. This isn’t fair!”
“Whatever you want,” Bellamy said, shifting on his feet. Lexa glanced his way, her jaw locked into place. “You don’t have to say anything for me to walk away.”
“No,” Clarke said, stubbornly. “No, I don’t want you to walk away.”
Lexa jerked, her head tilted low, a broken smile on her decomposed expression. “Then it’s decided.”
Clarke’s heart twisted in pain at the woman who’s taught her that life isn’t made for easy decisions, and that sometimes it’s sacrifice that leads to a better life, a better future.
She reached out, held Lexa between her hands, and kissed her. Just a gentle press of molding soft, pink lips together. The back of Clarke’s throat tightened and tears of happiness build its way to her eyes. Lexa grasped the back of Clarke’s neck and pulled her ferociously against her, still gentle and delicate, as if any moment she would be gone and leave Lexa with a bitter reminder that love will forever be weakness. Before Clarke could get lost in the sensations, Clarke gently released them both, but they remained close; Lexa just as breathless as Clarke.
“I need you to trust me,” she whispered, letting her hands drop to Lexa’s waist. “Do you trust me?”
With a firm nod, Lexa said, “I do.”
She dashed off to Bellamy’s almost disappeared figure, her blood pounding in her veins at the realization she might miss him. But if it’s one thing Bellamy had taught her, hope was just as powerful as the bond they both shared.
“Bellamy,” she called. “Bellamy, stop!”
What was it about her types always walking away from her?
“I have a five-hour walk back to camp, I rather not be disturbed.” His voice was thck with emotion.
“I love Lexa,” she said, calmly. She was so close to him, she could feel the heat of his skin. “And I love you.”
“You can’t have it both ways, princess.”
Clarke frowned. “I can.” She turned him around. “I will.”
Kissing Lexa was kissing rose petals drenched in rain, a promise to always be gentle and sweet. Kissing Bellamy was kissing in a dessert; dry, scratchy, breathless. He held her in his strong, capable arms, possessed over, and unstoppable to command. She didn’t want to let go, didn’t want to hold herself up any longer. His mouth moved from her lips to her cheek and down her jaw. They stood there, in each other’s embrace. Neither wanted to let go.
“I love you,” she said, and felt him sigh on her neck. “I love Lexa. I love you both. Please, don’t make me choose. I need you both. I need you.”
“This is going to be hard,” Bellamy said, and released her.
She laced her fingers with his. “It doesn’t have to be.”
The blonde smiled and reached out to take Lexa’s hand in hers. “I thought I asked you to wait,” she said to Lexa.
She held her head high. “If we’re doing this, all of us--” she motioned to Bellamy, who raised a brow at her in question, “then I rather be on equal footing. No more waiting. Only near.”
“Good,” Clarke said, looking between the two loves of her life. “No more wars. We’re all in this together.”
Bellamy nodded. “Together.”
Lexa smiled. “A truce for a lifetime.”
