Hi love =) could you write part 2 of your 29-bellarke in which they've just married in secret and he has to leave again to war? I know it's a oneshot, but you're amazing and I loved, plus I'm panicking for the 2x11 promo and I need some happiness!
Hope this helps! Part One, if you missed it.
Some nights were better than others. Some nights Bellamy slept soundly, but othernights he could barely close his eyes before images of hell overtook him.
Tonight was one of those nights—a night where sleep seemedimpossible, a night where Bellamy would rather just stay awake than face hisdemons. He rolled to his side and lookedat Clarke, sprawled out across their bed on her stomach, sleeping peacefully. He was grateful she could sleep through histossing and turning, partly because at least one of them should get some restand partly because it meant she didn’t have to see the horrors Bellamy sawevery time he closed his eyes.
Moonlight bathed their plain flat in silver and once again,Bellamy couldn’t believe everything she’d given up. She had grown up in an estate that resembleda small castle, but here she lived, in a flat smaller than just her bedroom hadbeen. They’d used up her small inheritanceto buy the flat when he returned from the Front (her father left her a smallsum but everything else—the estate, the grounds, the silver, the artwork—she leftbehind when she married him, a gesture Bellamy still found staggering) and nowthey barely scraped by on Bellamy’s meager wages. It barely seemed to bother her, which Bellamyfound impossible and wonderful in equal measure.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled sleepily when she sawhim watching her. “Can’t sleep?” sheasked. Bellamy shrugged and Clarkepushed herself up on one elbow. “Comehere,” she ordered and Bellamy scooted closer. Clarke draped herself over him and his body slowly relaxed. She pressed a kiss to his jaw and rested herhead on the space between his shoulder and his chest, and as she drifted offBellamy knew that tonight, at least, he might be able to sleep.
