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In the trailer it looks like Bellamy’s gotten better at hand to hand combat, so it makes me think about all the time he spent training with Echo on the ark, right???

I AM SO PYSCHED FOR THIS I HOPE WE GET SOME SEXY FLASHBACKS OF BELLAMY AND ECHO SPARRING WHILE WEARING VERY LITTLE CLOTHES AND IT ENDS IN SMOOCHES.

[badnovels]

Christopher Pike's Gimme A Kiss seriously SPOKE to my middle school self. Was just thinking about it the other day!

It’s interesting how things from his books just sneak up on me at weird times even years later, which says something about his writing.

[hawthornewhisperer]

Can we talk for a second about how there will be a moment where Bellamy will find out that Clarke is not dead. That she's been alive for 6 years and trying to get in touch with him??? I have so many feelings. (I really hope we aren't robbed of that on screen moment because JUST IMAGINE HIS FACE.)

God, there are just SO MANY WAYS I could see him finding out and all of them would absolutely gut me.

- The Spacekru are in contact with the miners (either friendly or have been captured by them) and Bellamy overhears them talking about a blonde woman on the ground.  He and Raven share a look that is half horrified (because they left her behind) and half elated (because she’s alive.)

- Held prisoner by the miners and brought down to the ground, Bellamy is tied to a tree and then Clarke emerges to set them all free in an homage to the cave scene with Roan, like that ficlet I wrote a few weeks ago that I’m too lazy to find and link to right now.  We’d get a soft smile of disbelief, followed by about six different intense emotions as Bellamy tries to process what is happening.

-The Spacekru lands far from where Clarke and Madi are camping and starts walking towards the bunker to search for survivors.  Bellamy stumbles across Madi in the woods and she looks at him and goes “You must be Bellamy.  Clarke’s been looking for you,” and Bellamy has a fucking heart attack.

-After an attack on the Ark Spacekru follows the miners down.  Bellamy raises his rifle to take out a sniper he’s sure is positioned on the ridge and then notices her hair.  He lowers his gun and wonders if he’s hallucinating, but when he looks again she’s there.  He takes off at a run without a second thought.

- The ship lands peacefully.  They walk out into the sunlight and then there’s a blur of blonde hair and then she’s hugging him and it’s like the look of surprise and delight and confusion and awe we got in 205, just times a million.

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Zip me, please, for whatever characters you please.

A little more in my WWII resistance AU.

Clarke reached for her revolver when she heard the hammering on the alley door.  Generally the Gestapo didn’t knock, but that sort of pounding rarely meant something good.  The bar was silent and empty as she tiptoed towards the back hallway.  She kept the gun behind her back and opened the door a crack to see Bellamy’s ashen face looking wildly around.

Without thinking she stepped back and pulled him in, slamming the door behind him.  He had his hand pressed to his side, covered in dark red blood.  “They didn’t follow me,” he gasped and leaned heavily back against the door.

Clarke flipped the lock and peeled his hand away from his side.  “Were you shot?”

 “Grazed,” he said through gritted teeth.  “I didn’t know where else to go.”

 “You did the right thing,” she assured him and helped him into the back room.  He settled onto a pallet with a grimace.  She opened the trap door and pulled out a small med kit.  She handed him a bottle of whiskey and grabbed a cheap merlot off the shelf.

 “What’s that for?” he asked as she dumped the bottle out over the trail of blood.  Dark red liquid splattered everywhere, pooling on the floor.  

“Cover,” she explained.  “It’s hard to explain blood on the floor back here, but spilled wine makes sense.  It’s not perfect, but if they don’t look too hard it should work.  That whiskey is for you to drink, by the way.”

 Bellamy lifted it with a shaking hand and took a gulp.  “How bad is this going to hurt?”

 “Probably about as much as getting shot.”  Clarke started slipping his buttons through their holes and eased the shirt down his shoulders.  

 “Buy me a drink first why don’t you,” he laughed wryly. His white undershirt was soaked with blood, but when he peeled it off she found the wound was shallower than she’d feared, simply long and bleeding something fierce.  The rest of his skin was smooth and unmarked, save for another scar across his shoulder.  Some distant part of her brain wondered if they would ever have time to themselves without this war, time where she could touch his chest softly. 

Time where he wouldn’t be bleeding profusely all over a pallet in her storeroom.

 “I’ll have to stitch this, so now’s the time for that drink,” she said and watched his throat muscles bob up and down as he swallowed.  She took the whiskey and poured it on a clean rag and then handed it back.  Bellamy hissed as she swabbed the blood away and took another drink.

 She pulled a candle stub from a higher shelf and lit it, holding the needle above the flame to sterilize it.  “Ready?” she asked him.

 “Not really,” he admitted, but he met her gaze evenly.  He jerked his chin and she began.

 By the time she finished, Bellamy was drunk.  His eyes were glassy and he didn’t seem to realize he had dried blood on his hand when he raised it up, gently brushing her cheek. Clarke smiled at him like he was just another partner in the Resistance even as her heart tumbled inside her chest.   “My apartment’s upstairs— you can sleep on the couch tonight,” she said briskly.

 Bellamy’s eyes dropped to her lips.  “Thanks for patching me up, princess,” he slurred.

 “Try not to get shot next time,” she chided, because they were fighting a war and she couldn’t lose sight of that.  

 But then she reached out and brushed his hair back from his forehead and knew she was already lost.

[hawthornewhisperer]

You're obviously my fave writer because I literately followed you down the rabbit hole into a new fandom and I love everything you've written but The Price of Peace is probably one of my absolute favorites because arranged marriage YEEEESSSS.

I give thanks every day for the times the show decides to put Bellamy in grounder gear because he is Peak Hot when dressed like that.

(also xoxo I love you so much thank you for letting me drag you from fandom to fandom)

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Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did -if you're still doing prompts

For you, anything.  ;)

This should hurt more.

That was the first thought that crossed Gina’s mind when she saw Bellamy walking up ahead, Clarke tucked into his side.

She’d known what she was getting into when she started dating him, or so she thought.  Bellamy had been upfront with her from the start; I fell in love with my best friend but she loves someone else, he had told her when she asked why he was on a dating site.  Her friends said it was a red flag— and it was— but Gina decided she liked him anyway.  She appreciated his honesty and besides, Clarke had moved to Baltimore to live with her girlfriend.  Bellamy was worth the risk, she figured.

Her yoga mat thumped softly against her hip and half a block ahead, Clarke laughed at something Bellamy said and then he laughed in return.

They’d made a good run of it, all things considered.  It was casual at first but it quickly became clear to her that he wasn’t really capable of casual, and in under three months he was practically living at her place.  And his feelings for her were genuine— she knew that, and she still didn’t doubt it.  He cared about her and she cared about him— maybe even loved him— but he couldn’t make it to that next step, no matter how hard he tried.  And god, did he try.

But she knew it was over even before Clarke moved back from Baltimore, single and in need of her best friend.  They were trying to make it into something they weren’t, and she was already trying to figure out a way to walk away when Clarke stopped by to say hello.  Bellamy had never told Clarke how he felt, but Gina took one look at the look on Clarke’s face and knew that their story wasn’t over yet.

She didn’t leave him because she didn’t want to come between their epic love.  And she didn’t leave with a smile on her lips and wishing him the best.  She’d left in anger and frustration, because he wanted to love her and he couldn’t, and that fucking sucked.  She’d spent months cursing him and getting drunk with her friends, plotting his inevitable downfall.

She left him because she deserved better, dammit.

And now there he was, in her line of vision for the first time in a year.  And Clarke was with him, and yet her heart didn’t twist or sink or any other cliche.  Next to her, Luna followed her gaze and twined their fingers together.  “That’s them, isn’t it?” she murmured.

“Yeah.”

“You okay?”  Luna’s face was nothing but concern, and Gina’s heart felt soft and mushy.

“I’m fine,” she said, and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend’s temple.

And she was.

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💖

Somehow I missed this and I’m really sorry about that.

But you are a gem of a friend with a beautiful daughter and a lovely sense of humor.

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Just saw that "Pitch" got cancelled. R.I.P. I don't know why I bothered to get invested in FOX shows these days.

I KNOWWWWWW Pitch was so good I shall forever mourn its passing.