#writing: bellamy blake

[lingeringscars]

@deathruined liked for a starter / pairing: bellamy & raven

"we shouldn't have needed the distress signal." he doesn't care how they figured out how to get the message through the signal blocker, or any of the technical stuff raven would and does care about. that's not his focus when raven runs through what he would need to get into and out of mount weather and how to disable the acid fog. all he can think about are his people in there, suffering. harper was taken. she may already be dead. who knows how long ago they recorded this message, how many more of their people may have been taken. "they're being drained," he runs his hands through his hair. if he had infiltrated like he had planned, then he wouldn't have been there for raven when finn was killed. that's the only thing stopping him from saying what he's been thinking, he should have been in there already. "how are you holding up?" he finally asks, checking the bandages from where she had been cut.

#hi <3 #deathruined #deathruined: raven #writing: bellamy blake

[forevermorepassionate]

Bellamy would be rough but Murphy would be mean

#The 100 #bellamy x reader #Bellamy Blake x reader #john murphy x reader #Murphy x reader #Murphy smut #Bellamy smut #bellamy blake #John Murphy #the 100 x reader #smut #drabble #fluff #female reader #smut fic #smut prompts #smut roleplay #smut writing

[notelcol]

In which John Murphy steps out of his comfort zone.

Trigger warning : blood, reference to violence.

No one asked for this one but it’s here anyway and vaguely edited 😈

(It came out a little longer than intended, I got ever so slightly carried away…)

When Murphy came back from the grounder prison camp, despite him being the bully of all the delinquents, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. What did Bellamy expect after exiling his once second in command? We should have seen this coming. The grounders would have been fools not to take Murphy for all the information he had. Blood was smeared all over him. You couldn’t tell where it was originating he had that many wounds. The image of his torture made you shudder. Even his fingernails had been ripped from his fingers. You looked away. Forgetting all the times you had needed to confront him to protect others, you made a choice.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked Clarke, the only person with medical experience.

“You can find someone to go with you to the path that leads to Mount Weather.” She said with a sigh. “The poison sumac there would be really helpful.” The tired blonde uttered her thanks, while you left to find Octavia. She would most certainly accompany you.

Murphy watched through one eye, since his other was tightly inflamed. He could not fathom why you would be willing to risk your life leaving camp, simply to acquire a calming herb to ease his plight. Especially because the last time you saw each other, you were fighting him to save a child. A child who murdered the chancellors son, and got him hung to within an inch of his own life. Murphy hated you for that, so why didn’t you? The child you were trying to save did die because of him after all. He was a black and white sort of man. One who never understood forgiveness. A person would come to blows once and that’s it, they are dead to him. He always stood by those very rules. Until you, who only fought him in the name of peace. Which is why risking yourself to help someone who truly needs it, came natural to you. Even if it meant giving a second chance to someone like Murphy.

Unfortunately none of the hundred felt the same way as you. After failing to find Octavia, you begun asking around camp for someone to go with you. When that also failed miserably, you decided to grab a gun and head out alone.

The expedition went as well as you could have hoped. You did not feel the many eyes of the forest on you for once. In fact, it was so calm outside of camp that it almost spooked you. You decided to grab extra of the plant while you were there, to save Clark and Fin a job. Finally, your bag was full and it was time to turn back. You realised that you were a little bit out of breath after a few steps. You must have been picking the flowers for longer than you thought.

The walk back to camp felt much more tiring, so your feet began to drag. You could feel the sweat dripping all over your body, particularly annoying you around your top lip. Huffing, you removed your coat and wiped away the sweat from your face with it. You moved to tie it around your waist, only to be hit by a wavering buzz. It sent your whole body spinning. You watched your coat drop to the floor and finally noticed the blood. All that blood, covering most of the garment. You were so dazed that you didn’t even notice you had fallen.

“Get. Up.” You growled to yourself. Sputtering thick crimson, you clawed at the mud. This must be biological warfare. Your symptoms too similar to Murphy’s to be a coincidence. This revelation only cemented your determination to get this poison sumac back to camp. If you had caught it, then others must have too. Your mind went round in loops while your arms refused to rest. Until you inevitably exhausted yourself and dropped your head to the forest floor.

Murphy was finally starting to feel better. The countless patients in the drop ship could not say the same. As he gave water to a quiet girl named Fox, the fabric around the drop ship door ruffled loudly. Miller came rushing in with you slumped in his arms, blood and dirt covered you to the point where you were almost unrecognisable. He watched as you were dropped into a hammock. A strange feeling, one he could not identify, filled his chest as your bag spilled open revealing the many poison sumac flowers you had brought back.

You awoke to the feeling of something cold and wet on your forehead. You groaned at the heaviness in your lungs, which only caused the blood to gurgle and spurt from your mouth. As you choked, your eyes shot open to be faced by Murphy. His eyes almost went as wide as your own as he quickly removed the cold cloth from your head and pushed you onto your side. Your breath shook in relief. Instantly oxygen came easier, and the blood drained away.

“Rest.” He spoke in a softer tone than you thought was even possible from Murphy. Of their own accord, your eyes fell closed once more. The blood was wiped from your face in a manner that felt more like caress, helping you drift away peacefully to your dreams.

For the first time in his life, Murphy had entered his personal grey area. Your undeserved kindness showed him the world through a lens other than his own rage and paranoia. He decided then and there that he would take care of you until you recovered. Allowing himself to believe it was getting even, when really it was something else entirely. It was simply another thing he had yet to understand.

#fluff #x reader #john murphy #the 100 #cw the 100 #the 100 x reader #grounders #angst with a happy ending #light angst #genshin fluff #john murphy x reader #hurt/comfort #caretaker #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #scifi #fanfic #writing

[who-needs-reality-anyways]

My Missing Piece

Modern AU | One-shot | 1.3 K | Fluff

Summary: What starts out as a normal Saturday in turns out to be much more than Clarke had ever expected it to be.

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10 years??? That makes me feel old even though I started the show after season 4. I will always be grateful for this fandom. You got me into writing and gave me an outlet for my feelings about what we all watched throughout the years since no one watched it with me.

I love you all, and happy ten years!!

#bellamy blake #bellarke #clarke griffin #the 100 #bellarke fic #tenyearsofthe100 #I never would have started writing without this fandom #I owe it all to you guys

[slyth-princess]

We Found Wonderland

(you and I got lost in it)

Ship: Bellarke

Chapters: 6/6 (complete)

Length: 24,153

Arkadia may be the most boring small town in America. At least as far as Bellamy is concerned. Like, do they really need to go that hard for Halloween every year?

So when Raven unleashes a curse turning their kitschy Halloween carnival into something much more sinister, it's up to him and his friends to save the day.

And if that means pairing up with his kid sister's best friend, who he absolutely finds annoying and not cute at all... well, he's sure it will all be fine.

Won't it?

Read more here!

Written as part of the Troped Horror Exchange

#bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellamy x clarke #clarke x bellamy #blarke #the 100 #Bellarke fanfic #bellarke fanfiction #troped horror exchange #my writing

[kinetic-elaboration]

Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside

Multi-pairing and gen: Octavia/Raven, Murphy/Raven, Jasper/Monty, Jasper/Octavia, Bellamy/Clarke Multi-chapter Rated M

Summary:

For many years, before being bought by adventurer, survivalist, and author Octavia Blake, the house at the edge of town sat empty…

On Halloween, eight old friends gather in a Victorian manor house for their annual reunion. As the night wears on and a heavy storm breaks, stories are shared, accusations are made, spirits are contacted, and secrets come to light. Before the clock strikes midnight, one of them will be dead.

The other seven will be left to wonder: who among them is the killer?

And then Halloween will begin again. And again and again, until the mystery is solved and the murder averted at last.

Written for Troped Time Loop 2023 Round 2 @troped-fanfic-challenge

Theme: Holiday (Halloween)

Tropes: Time Loop, Murder Mystery, Multiple POVs, Fake Dating, One Character is an Author

READ ON AO3.

#the 100 #octavia blake #raven reyes #john murphy #bellamy blake #jasper jordan #monty green #clarke griffin #lincoln the 100 #bellarke #jonty #octaven #murven #jactavia #mine #my writing #my moodboards #make a lot of money

[bellamyblake]

thebestofthe100 event: Remember the fallen

#thebestofthe100 #the100edit #bellamyblakeedit #bellaarke #the100daily #jasperjordanedit #montygreenedit #harpermcintyreedit #bellamy blake #monty green #jasper jordan #harper mcintyre #the delinquents #honestly making this made me cry a lot #i wanted to make more gifs for this event #but i started preparing for clarke week #and also i have been writing #my gifs

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

[fated] happenstance

a Bellarke, Soulmates AU for my 1.5k Follower Celebration | rated: T | oneshot, wc: 10.8k | tags: modern au, soulmarks, bed sharing

Clarke desperately needs to get away. Mainly to finish her series of paintings, but also to nurse the sting of a still aching break up. It’s not easy having a soulmark and dating someone without one, so needless to say it’s an ugly breakup and she just wants to get over it. When Octavia offers her family’s small cabin to her for the week, Clarke immediately jumps on it. 

Too bad Octavia forgot to run it by her older brother––who is also hiding out there to get his own work done after a bad breakup. 

But maybe fate has a hand in things more than either of them are prepared to accept.

READ HERE ON AO3

#bellarke #bellarke fic #bellarke au #the 100 #the 100 au #the 100 fic #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #kathryn celebrates 1.5k #my creations #kathryn writes #kathryn writes: the 100 #kathryn designs

[venturismcdonald]

if you wanted me

Summary:

Objectively, Bellamy knows he fucked up. Trust him. If he was Clarke, he wouldn't want to talk to him right now either. She probably heard the entire rant from Octavia, right before she decided to run away from him and to her boyfriend, claiming that Bellamy was stifling.

(or: the @bellarke-events gift for @bellamyblake featuring hurt!Bellamy, stubborn!Octavia and lover!Clarke.)

#ry writes #ry rambles #bellarke #bellamy blake #clarke griffin

[lingeringscars]

@terrifyingstories ❤️ / starter call / bellamy & lissa

he keeps telling himself to get it together, but he's never been good at ignoring his impulses. it's been beaten out of him through guardian training, and this is the most important job he could ever have, and still he finds himself speaking out of turn, altering the conversation, biting his tongue until it draws blood whenever a council member tries to decide whether his people get to live or die.

stand and don't be seen. that's his job. he's grown very good at being invisible, and yet he finds that this is something he can't just ignore, can't brush aside. the tears in rose's eyes linger in his mind, and he crosses the line that he'll never be able to uncross. he decides that, even though he knows he's overstepping, even though it could get called treason, he will tell the queen exactly what she needs to do. "talk to rose." it's a command. "you need to talk to rose."

#terrifyingstories #terrifyingstories: lissa #bellamy: i am committing treason by talking to you (ordering you around). lissa: i have been begging u to talk to me (play games with me) #writing: bellamy blake #happy birthday i miss them

[nevvdrinksteaa]

my blog contains 18+ content that may be uncomfortable or triggering, including but not limited to: smoking, drugs/alcohol, sex (m and f), dark themes, violence, yandre behavior, noncon, and overall attraction towards men that would most likely put me on some sort of watch list and more !

nev // 20 // she/her // bisexual // writer (sometimes) // chronically online // activist (politics are important !!)

REQUESTS: OPEN (ask/request anything, i promise i don't bite!)

some of the fandoms i'll write for include: rory culkin // criminal minds // five nights at freddy's // call of duty // the last of us // game of thrones // the 100 // you

i try incredibly hard to be inclusive to all body types, genders, and races. i try to be very descriptive with my tags so if i write anything too specific or uncomfortable, please let me know and i will fix it! i do unfortunately make all smut with f!reader in mind (i stick to what i know i’m sorry) but all fluff, angst, one-shots, etc. will never talk about gender! i want everyone and anyone to be able to read and enjoy my work. this is a safe space <3

** dividers by @cafekitsune **

indicators: ☆ smut ☆ ♡ fluff ♡ ☁︎ angst ☁︎ ★ asks ★

☆ history // charlie walker (3.1k)

☆ jack thurlow blurb (400)

♡ favors (pt i) // mike schmidt (1.7k)

☆ favors (pt ii) // mike schmidt (6k)

some of these works are subject to change, they are just quick ideas i think of and will more than likely change them as i go! please keep in mind i have a full time job and am currently taking night classes to get my emt certification, patience is greatly appreciated <3

☆ coffee shop next door // r!euronymous - euro is curious on why a girl like you would be willing to take a job next to his record store

☆ what if we had one? // spencer reid - you and spencer babysit henry for jj and will, something about seeing him with kids lights a fire in you

☆ through the window // charlie walker - you’re new in town and notice that you and your neighbor have a habit of watching each other through your bedroom windows * view small tease here! *

☆ partners in crime // spencer reid - you and spencer have been working together for years. when his apartment flooded and the inspector finds mold growth, he needs a place to stay.

☁︎♡ stuck // charlie walker - after deciding to drop out of college to pursue a different career, you find comfort in a long term friend after feeling lost

☆ baby girl // derek morgan - firefighter!au,, you needed to practice some recipes for your cooking class. after realizing you always make too much food, you start to deliver it to the firehouse, derek thanks you in more ways than one (heavily based on a simon riley fic i read, i cannot remember who wrote it so if anyone knows please lmk so i can tag them!!)

#masterlist #nev's masterlist #nev writes #nev’s brain #mike schmidt #rory culkin #spencer reid #derek morgan #jack thurlow #charlie walker #simon ghost riley #captain john price #bellamy blake #jasper jordan #josh hutcherson #pedro pascal #joel miller #joe goldberg #jon snow #oberyn martell #rodrick heffley

[notelcol]

Blood must have blood.

In which Anya Kom Trikru sends her lover to die.

Warnings : death, explosion

Anya, the leader of Trikru, was a powerful woman. She was also a passionate one. That was one of the many reasons you loved her. You had a special relationship with the warrior since you were children, she would rarely be seen without you near. When Anya decided to begin the attack on Skaikru, she chose you to lead the first wave. Normally she wouldn’t put you at risk in such a way but, with most of their enemies incapacitated by the disease they sent, she was certain this was a sure win.

Adrenaline shook your veins, like the wild vibration of leaves in a storm. Your feet bounced as you stood in a tree, watching over the forest. The coast was clear. You nodded to Tris, Anya’s young mentee. It was time to charge. A roar erupted from your chest and reverberated through the trees, letting everyone else know it was time. Jus dren jus daun.

Your feet hit the floor gracefully with Tris landing next to you. You steadied the girl as she stumbled, her height made the drop a little more intense. She pushed your hands away to save face in front of the older warriors, but gave you a small and grateful smile. The two of you led the charge, the jeers and roars from your brothers in arms got louder and louder as you reached the bridge. Once you crossed this, you would start encountering Skaikru. Your heart thundered in anticipation as you picked up your pace. You had gotten about a third of the way across the bridge when you spotted something. At first it looked like a grey dot, but as you approached you could tell it was a barrel of some sort. You stopped in your tracks when you looked past it and saw a Skaikru warrior, pointing their weapon at the out of place barrel. You realised this must be some kind of trap.

“TRIS!!” You screamed at the girl but she could not hear you over the chanting. Jus drein jus daun.

The others had begun to overtake you not hearing your frantic orders to stop. You pushed them all out of the way, trying to reach Tris. You couldn’t let her be the one to trigger whatever trap Skaikru had laid. Finally you managed to catch the girls wrist but, it was too late. You shielded young Tris with your body as the barrel exploded. The air turned red as flames ravaged your skin and blew the pair of you to the ground beneath the bridge. You heaved in a breath and time stopped. The bricks that were once a bridge, had been flung to the sky. It was as if they were floating up there, never to come down. If only that were true. Suddenly, the suspension was over and gravity brought the bridge back to the ground. Your breath released, in a shaky erratic manner. In an instant your vision faded black with rubble choking your lungs and the echoes still ringing. Jus drein jus daun.

Anya screamed like a banshee as she threw her arms down onto a table, breaking it in two. She had been told how your body was found. Burned and buried under tonnes of rubble, holding a barely alive Tris beneath you. Half of her died with you. All she had to hold on to was the hope, that your final wish came true, that Tris would live. When that too failed, her heart finally broke. The chanting that comfortingly carried you to your grave, would forever live in the place of Anya’s heart.

Jus drein jus daun.

#the 100 #the 100 x reader #x reader #anya kom trikru #angst #sad ending #tw death #cw the 100 #scifi #heda leksa #heda lexa #commander lexa #raven reyes #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #lincoln kom trikru #trigedasleng #skaikru #writing

[who-needs-reality-anyways]

Is It a Date?

Clarke exits the library with a huff. Two ten page papers due in the next week. Plus homework from her other classes, and her campus job. How do her friends ever find time to have a social life?

Coffee in hand and heavy bookbag slung onto her shoulders, she crosses the parking lot into a large courtyard. The smell of the lilac trees drift into her nose, making her smile. She has always loved lilacs.

Clarke makes her way to the center of the courtyard where her favorite tree is located. She calls it her study tree because everyday at this time she sits at the base and does her schoolwork. The only time she works at home is if the weather isn’t good or some other special circumstance.

She found it at the beginning of first semester and fell in love immediately. It has a curve in its side that fits her body perfectly. A large, flat root sits high enough to put her notebook on and comfortably write or use her computer. There are even a couple smaller roots that split and then join back together that she uses as a cup holder. Its as if this tree was specifically molded for studying and no one has taken advantage of it. She halfway believes her good grades come from this tree.

As Clarke gets closer, though, she sees a problem. Someone is already sitting at her tree! She feels like the three bears coming home to find Goldilocks sleeping their beds.

She keeps walking so she can see if it’s one of her friends or at least someone she knows, but as she gets closer, she sees it is a guy she has never met. Clarke seriously contemplates asking him what he is doing, but it’s not like she has any actual right to this tree.

Instead, she stops and… watches. He is very attractive. Dark, curly hair, olive skin, sitting back comfortably against the trunk. She could probably watch him for a long time if it wasn’t so creepy. As she is about to turn around and walk away, he lifts his head.

“Can I help you with something?” he asks in deep voice.

Clarke hopes she is still far away enough that he doesn’t notice the blush rising up her neck. “Um, no. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”

“Are you sure?” The strange boy smirks, making his freckles dance and a teasing glint in his gorgeous brown eyes. “You’ve been standing there for a couple minutes.”

“It’s nothing, just that…um…” Clarke doesn’t want to be rude and say it’s her tree, but she has to say something. “I usually study in that spot, but I have an apartment. I can go home today.”

“No way,” he says, gathering his things and standing up. “I can go. I wouldn’t want to impede your education.”

“No, you don’t have to leave! Honestly it’s fine, I was just curious who was here. I’ve never seen you around before.”

“I just transferred here this semester. My name is Bellamy.”

“Clarke.” They shake hands, but, strangely, neither are eager to let go.

“Well, hello Clarke.” Bellamy holds his other arm towards the tree. “It’s all yours. It was nice to meet you.”

Without another word, Bellamy walks away, and Clarke suddenly wishes he would come back. She didn’t intend to kick him out. Then she curses herself for acting like an idiot. She also wishes she was brave enough to ask for his number. He is stunning and very kind. Now who knows how long until she sees him again.

Well, there isn’t much else to do but study. Clarke positions herself into the familiar groove and gets everything she needs from her bag. Although, after a half hour she is still finding it hard to concentrate. Bellamy…

The next day, she exits the library and heads towards her spot once again. She doesn’t even bother denying the hope she feels that Bellamy is sitting there again. This time she will do things right.

Except as Clarke gets closer, she can tell the spot is empty. Her chest deflates just a little. She really thought he would come back. Maybe it was just her that felt a little connection yesterday? Oh well, she messed up a possible romance, what else is new?

When Clarke arrives, though, she notices something sitting on the root she uses as a table. Its a paper plate of chocolate chip cookies. She crouches down to get a better look and sees the note stuck to the plastic wrap. “What the…”

Sorry for taking your study spot yesterday. Hopefully I can make it up to you with dinner?

Is he asking her out? It sure seems like it, but how is she supposed to answer him? He didn’t leave any way of contacting him.

Unless…

Clarke squints her eyes and slowly walks around the large tree. There on the other side is Bellamy leaning against the bark.

“So, is it a date?” he asks, showing off his beautiful smile.

She grins back at him, completely lost in the cheesiness of the situation. This only ever happens in rom-coms. There is no way it’s actually happening to her.

But he is right in front of her, asking to take her on a date by way of cookie platter. How can she refuse?

“It’s a date.” Then she adds with a smirk, “But only after I’m done studying. Can’t let this spot got to waste on such a beautiful day.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he replies.

Clarke sits down against the trunk and Bellamy situates himself across from her. It seems her grades aren’t the only good thing that has come from this tree.

#bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke #the 100 #bellarke fic #how is it i can’t write 200 words for my WIP #but i can spit this out in 1.5 hours when I should be sleeping #well its not good but the idea popped in my head so i just did it #maybe you’ll enjoy

[vivitalks]

"I'm leaving," Clarke says one day. She stares through the gaps in the fence to the grass and trees beyond. “For real this time. I can’t stay here, and I can’t come back.” Bellamy stands like a sentry at her shoulder. “I understand.” And she knows he does. Maybe that’s why this time, she turns to him and says, “Come with me.”

post-s3 canon divergent bellarke for your soul

#clarke griffin #bellamy blake #bellarke #bellarke fic #the 100 #the 100 fic #fic #my fic #my writing #gay fear!!! #this is so long and i spent so much time on the formatting #okay it's not that long #but it's long for me #definitely the longest thing ive written in recent memory #and especially in such a short time #thank you nanowrimo for getting me to finish it honestly #stuff #anyone else think these two should kiss? lmao

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 3: Bellarke, Adoration

Bellamy/Clarke, from the same verse as Make a Lot of Money and Feel Dead Inside

For the prompt "adoration" from my July Break Bingo 2023 bingo card

~1360 words, written in about 40 minutes

*

In the early pre-dawn hours, Clarke stalks through Bellamy's apartment, stealing her fingers across his possessions like a burglar. This is how she will come to learn him again. The small, square rooms are shadowed in soft grays, only the hints of sunbeams filtering through the curtains, dust motes in the widest and strongest of them. The fake-wood floors are smooth and cool beneath her bare feet. She examines the cracks in the spine of the paperback on his coffee table, something science fiction from a library book sale, the call number crossed out on the bottom; she smells the coffee mug left sitting next to it, completely empty, stained on the inside from repeated use. She looks for dust on the flat, shiny leaves of the only plant. She picks up the sweater lying over the back of the sofa, scrunches up the heavy, cabled fabric in her hands, presses it against her face and holds it there.

In the silence all around her, she can hear the tiniest disruptive sounds. The traffic on the street below. The sound of a door closing somewhere in the hall, the click of a lock. If she listens hard enough and holds her breath, she can hear her own heart beating at all of her pulse points. Last night, he kissed them one by one. Her wrists, her neck. He counted each of her ribs. She'd come back to him for this alone, because no one else has ever been so thorough and so patient with her. No one else has ever catalogued every detail of her like Bellamy has, like he's memorizing her, like he's obsessed with her.

She slips on quiet feet into the kitchen. The tile makes her shiver. She's in one of Bellamy's t-shirts and her own underwear from last night that she picked up off the floor, and goosebumps pinch and form down the bare skin of her arms like small pebbles. In the drawer, she counts the knives and the forks and the spoons. Extra plasticware from take-out arranged neatly to the side. Only two mugs and a plate and a fork in the sink, a few more dishes left out drying on the rack. He's become neat. Not that he was ever the worst—but she remembers sneaking into his room in eighth grade, finding piles of laundry on the dull brown carpet and a tower of CDs leaning so precariously, she'd thought she might breathe wrong and send them toppling. A notebook sitting on his desk that might have been math homework or a diary. She'd imagined it was the latter, and if she'd had another moment in the room, she would have opened it. By the time she graduated high school, he was letting her read all his stuff. Those were the days they'd had no secrets from each other.

She leans back against his refrigerator. She's already counted every item inside it. She's imagined him eating strawberries and leftover fried rice and putting creamer in his coffee and she's tried to taste those same tastes on her tongue—what if she could become him? Last night at dinner he'd been quiet and polite, steady like it was a first date and she was someone he wanted to impress. His hair was cut short so, if she didn't know him so well, she wouldn't know that it curled when it grew. He talked about going back to school, asked her questions about the things she'd already told him in their emails back and forth, said on three separate occasions how good it was to see her again. I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.

So polite and formal. The soap in his shower smells like pine, his hand soap like nothing at all. His toothbrush looks new, the bristles on it stiff and barely faded. In his medicine cabinet, ibuprofen and floss. He's responsible. Last night he asked her if she wanted to spend the night before he made any assumptions at all. In high school, he had her hand up her shirt the very first time they kissed.

She'd had a crush on him since the sixth grade. Since she was eleven years old, and he was thirteen. Octavia knew—Clarke told her or she'd guessed, doesn't matter anymore which—maybe it was so obvious that only Bellamy himself could never have figured it out. That was one of the periods where he hung out with them less. Octavia said he was dating a girl in his grade and that had seemed somehow inevitable and impossible both. Bellamy, with a life outside of their friendship; Bellamy falling for someone who wasn't her, when he was supposed to fall for her and be forever with her.

The summer after graduation, he'd driven them all the way out to the next town over, like they were running away, rented a hotel room and told her, You're going to find someone so much better than me. Sounded angry when he said it. He'd been angry often then. Not picking fights but letting her pick them, while he moped around feeling so sorry for himself, and always on a hair trigger—jumpy when she touched him. She asked him if he wanted his jacket back and he said not a fucking chance. He said you're going to be better than all of us and then that he didn't want to talk anymore and then he spent what must have been an hour with his head between her legs.

That's how she remembers it now. Jump cuts and haze and how terrified she had been.

Now he's so upstanding. She's a burnout. And she can't tell him for the same reason he didn't tell her about all of his ancillary jobs back then, cause he had some sort of idea that there existed anything in the world she'd judge him for. Maybe the secrets are where the anger was coming from. By her own logic, she should tell him everything. But he looks at her like she's a goddess.

She catalogues the books on his shelf, the neat stack of notebooks on the bottom one, the photographs in rectangular brown frames on his desk.

If she takes in enough details she'll know him again, she'll know him, she'll take in everything there is to know and she'll have him and he'll always be hers—she'll own him as in blackmail and as in possession and as in true love. What can she do to prove it? Where can she worship? What could she destroy so that he understands her true devotion?

The thoughts, in their circular patterns, drive her mad.

In the small, square bedroom, with its single window and its bed right in the center, and their clothes still scattered on the floor, she pauses for a moment, feeling the way her breath hitches in her throat. Bellamy is sleeping on his back, one of his arms flailed across the mattress, one of his legs bent at the knee. She wets her lips. She stalks closer on her bare feet.

She climbs up over the foot of the bed.

She climbs over him and hovers above his chest.

His freckles are just the same. The ridge of his eyebrows, the shape of his nose and mouth. The delicacy of his eyelids, closed in sleep. No one else has ever understood him like this, and no one else ever could, all the way down to the worst of him—not like her, because she was there. And even if someone could, or if he wanted to trade understanding for calm placidity, for ease—even then, no one else could ever adore him like this. She adores him. She is bound to worship and adoration. She loves all the parts of him he fears and abhors in himself—and she believes of him what he once said of her: you'll be the best of all of us. He already is.

He'd never believe her. Those are the best kept secrets: the ones that would never be believed.

She leans down and kisses the soft spaces beneath his eyes, and waits for him to stir.

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #mine #my writing #the year 2024 #2024: free write #july break bingo #make a lot of money #i'm not completely sure i got what i wanted to from this... like the use of the prompt..but i also dont care #writing's not going well rn so this is what i've got

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Part 41 of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth, @blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I unfortunately can’t tag everyone as some new Tumblr rule forbids me to do so! Sorry!)

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“Who is it?” he asks feeling Gus tremble in his arms and whimper a little. Poor kid was terrified of anyone coming to their door who wasn’t his grandma or any of his friends from school.

“Bellamy, it’s Harper!” he hears his friend’s voice and exhales a little, bowing his head down for a second “Please, open up!” 

“It’s okay, kid.” he whispers in Gus’ ear as he rubs his back up and down with his big hand “Just Jordan’s mom, it’s fine.” the boy doesn’t relax until Bellamy pulls the door open and he carefully peaks at it, finding indeed, his friend’s mom there, looking up at Bellamy with the most worried expression on her face. 

“Hey, Harper, what’s going on?” their friend looked flustered, hands shaky and eyes wide with fear.

“Is Clarke home?” she looked around but Bellamy was too broad for her to actually glance in the room “Can I come in?”

“Of course, sorry, we were just having dinner.” he apologizes as he moves away and lets her in, Clarke was already up on her feet and rushing to them.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Clarke asked right away as Harper reaches for her with trembling hands that Clarke takes in and squeezes hard “Is it Jordan? Does his hand hurt?”

“We uh...we need your help.” she says and only now does Bellamy notice that some of her shirt sleeve was painted with a deep dark red. Someone had been bleeding. Bellamy looks at Aurora and motions for her to come and pick Gus up which she does and the kid surprisingly pulls away without much fuss, probably being too scared of even finding Harper at the door, knowing something is wrong without having to hear everything. He still clenches his arms around Bellamy but he whispers in his ears that he has to go with grandma for a moment and he’s thankfully too tired and sleepy after eating to fight him. “Our neighbor, mister Lemkin, he was involved in fixing the engine the other day, he’s one of the few mechanics from Farm.” she explains and Bellamy nods, he thinks he’s heard the name and if he’s right it was a man a little older than with bright red hair and kind eyes.

“Doesn’t he have a girl?”

“Yes, Reese...she’s a little older than Jordan and Gus.” Harper explains frantically.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He hurt his leg while you guys were trying to fix the engine, more like...his foot really, he got it stuck inbetween some metal while they were putting back the parts together so he got a bad cut and I think some of it is broken too.” she blurts out and Clarke nods seriously “I didn’t know who else to ask for help. The nurses’ station doesn’t work this late and I have no way of getting him there anyway. Reese has been staying with us most of the time but she’s worried and doesn’t know how to help her dad.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Clarke jumps in action right away, making Bellamy’s heart go crazy “I have bandages but we’ll need moonshine.”

“I have two bottles at home as well as cotton swabs and some of the Factory miracle rub if it’ll help with anything.”

“Clarke-” Bellamy tries intervening, this was happening too fast “Wait a second here-” Harper looks at him confused and Clarke sends daggers his way like she did only when she was very angry “You can’t just...you can’t just go there, you have no ID, just papers.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t be. If someone catches you practicing medicine when you’re clearly forbidden from doing so, you’ll be floated!” he raises his voice a little and takes her hand, squeezing it tightly, trying to prove a point.”And if a guard stops you, they can lock you up for not having a clearly defined citizenship and keep you there for weeks just out of spite!”

“Bellamy-”

“It’s dangerous!”

“I know it is, but I won’t leave this man out there to die when I can help him!” she keeps her eyes on him determined “We talked about this once.”

“Yes, we did and I disagreed!”

“And I told you you don’t have the right to when you clearly risk your life for us all without even letting me know what you’re doing!” Clarke raises her voice making his jaw drop a little before he painfully clenches it again and bites back his words so as not to completely blow up in front of their friend and Gus who was talking quietly to his grandma behind their backs, probably worried as hell already.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to argue because of me I just-” Harper adds but Clarke raises her hand.

“No, don’t be. I am coming and Bellamy can’t stop me.” she insists and he huffs frustrated but squeezes her wrist a little harder, trying to make an emphasis.

“Clarke-”

“You won’t win this one, Bellamy.” she cuts him off “I-”

“Will you let me speak?” he cuts her off surprising her with the softness and defeat in his voice “I won’t fight you.” he relents “We’ll go help them but I’m coming with you.” she opens her mouth to disagree but he shakes his head “If you get stopped, I can intervene, I can help, okay?” her shoulders sag.

“Okay.” in truth she didn’t want him to come, not with the way he was barely walking after work or with how he was still coughing-he needed the rest, she knew it but there was no changing his mind just like there was nothing to be done about her decision to go to Farm. 

“Grab your things and let’s go.” he nods at her but avoids Harper’s look. He understood why she was doing this, she only ever wanted to help and she must’ve been trying for a while considering she shadowed Clarke and helped her before when she and Jackson were working the clinic in Factory. 

While Clarke gets ready, he goes to his mom and Gus and explains the kid what’s happening. He seems to understand that they’re going to help but he’s still a little scared. Bellamy promises they won’t be long and Gus wraps his arms tightly around his dad letting him hold him for a moment before they separate. Aurora tells them to be carefully as she sends them off the door, clearly worried about the whole thing as much as Bellamy was which warmed Clarke’s heart but she knew she had to focus on the task at hand.

Bellamy walked side by side with them at first but then went ahead to scout the hallways for guards and wheather or not they could present a treat. He had his crutch on because Aurora had basically shoved it in his hand before he left and though he had tried to protest about it, Clarke could see he leaned heavily into it as he made his way forward. 

Harper held Clarke’s hand as she too remained alert while explaining everything she knew about mister Lemkin and his condition but also added that Monty himself got a bad cut at work today that she’d like Clarke to check if she could and Jordan’s wrist was healing but the frostbite on his fingers and face worried her a little.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out, I promise.” Clarke assured her and Bellamy heard it too because he threw his head back and she could see the anger in his eyes. Their argument was far from over and she was well-aware that once they came back home, Bellamy would raise the issue of her risking her life again.

There was no official border patrol between Factory and Farm as of lately despite guards lingering by the gates and stopping people at random to ask them where they were going and why. Too many people had families in both stations and the line of those crossing was quite big. After the bombings the control had tightened but now things were back to being somewhat a little looser when it came to the migration of people in those three stations. Still, Bellamy knew that if he didn’t swipe his card on his hallway machine before ten am, they’d come looking for him, possibly Clarke too and escort them out of Farm.

People had to be back to their own homes by curfew-if they weren’t they could be locked up and questioned for a few days, probably punished by taking ration points from them but that wasn’t something Bellamy ever wanted to happen, most of all because he was scared for Clarke. 

When they approached Farm station’s main entrance that was marked by a sign on the door painted green and some plants, mostly wheat and algae drawn on the side, one of the guards measured them with a look before they even got there and Bellamy tensed. 

He waited the girls up and when Clarke was by his side he took her hand and squeezed it hard.

“Play along and don’t talk-” he whispers in her ear “He’ll figure out your Alpha accent and catch us, okay?” Clarke nodded but kept her determined look staring ahead at the guard who was about their age. Harper sensed the tension but instead of panicking, she simply smiled when the guard stood their way.

“IDs please.” his voice was very child-like and he tried to look tough but it seemed as if he hated stopping them-it wasn’t annoyance per se but he didn’t hold the enjoyment or grudge more guards did when they stopped Factory and Farm folks for a random check up.

Bellamy steps before Clarke and passes his ID over.

“Me and my wife are just visitng our friend from Farm here.” he explains and Harper hands over hers too which he waves off when he sees it’s from the station they’re crossing to. Clarke tenses next to him and he isn’t sure if it’s because of their fake marriage or the guard himself and the rifle hanging on his left side. 

He scans Bellamy’s ID but his eyes trail on Clarke for a moment.

“And yours, ma’am?” he prods as he returns Bellamy’s card and raises an eyebrow in quiet suspicion.

Bellamy could feel the sweat trailing down his back but he steps closer before her.

“She forgot it at home actually, it was my bad, I kind of rushed her.” he says and the guard opens up his mouth to say something but Bellamy reaches for his inner pocket and pulls out his red Level 11 pass card handing it over to the guard who’s mouth hangs a little upon seeing it. Surely Bellamy with his cane and his old uniform, his ruffled hair and his tired eyes didn’t seem like a top mechanic working on a secret level but the pass was there-with his name and picture and nobody could dispute it or call it fake.

“You can surely make an excuse for a silly man like me who got his wife in trouble, right?” at the sight of the card the guard tenses, he looks back at Bellamy and the girls, doesn’t even scan it and quickly pushes it back to Bellamy’s hand.

“Go ahead.” he gestures for the entrance “But don’t let it happen again, okay?” Bellamy nods with the most fake apologetic look he can muster “And don’t wave that off around anywhere or you may get suspended, mechanic.” he warns.

“I’m sorry, guardsman, I just-” the men waves them off and lets them through.

“Come on, get out of here.” he urges them as if Bellamy was suddenly carrying some diesase he could contract him with just for working at level 11. Bellamy didn’t miss the way he uttered the words “Factory scum” as they passed by and he has to squeeze his eyes shut not to react as he leaned heavily on his cane. 

He feels Clarke’s hand sneak between his fingers and squeeze them tightly but she waits until they’re out of the guard’s earshot to give him a look and whisper.

“Thank you.” she knew how much that cost him, she knew that the psychological strain of putting himself between her and the guard was devastating and would probably give him nightmares tonight. He already shook hard, just after a minute-long interraction and it was understandable-he has been beaten by the wolves as they called them so many times he was marked for life.

When they passed away, long enough to be out of earshot, Bellamy stopped and leaned on the wall, closing his eyes briefly and letting Clarke and Harper pass by him. On the outside it’d look like he was just taking a second to relax his leg, since they’ve been walking pretty fast, trying to get to Farm as quickly as possible, but Clarke knew this was something else.

She gave Harper a look and whispered for her to go on, that she’ll need a second before she returned back to Bellamy.

“Hey-” she calls out to him but he doesn’t open his eyes right away, instead he just shakes his head a little and she notices the way his breathing is too fast and shallow, like when he was panicking. His hands shook and the one gripping the crutch was treatening to actually drop it, so she reached out and stedied him.

When he couldn’t stand on his own, she’d be there to help him. She wouldn’t let him fall. Just like he wouldn’t let her get blown up by that bomb-after all, she was the reason he was here in the first place...she was the reason that he would never be the same man again.

“Bellamy, look at me.” she commands as she picks up his chin and forces him to look at her. 

He does and for a moment she almost wishes he hadn’t-there was so much pain in his eyes, so much fear and anxiety that she feels like something kicked her in the stomach and made her fall on the ground herself.

She even feels herseslf physically sway and he notices it, because he reaches with his other, free hand for hers and grips it tightly making her heart skip a few beats-that was her Bellamy, he’d always put everyone else before him even when he was barely breathing. 

Clarke quickly gets a grip of herself though and shakes all her bad thoughts away, forcing herself to be strong for him. God, they were both so fucked up sometimes it was unreal how that many things happened to them and him most of all in such a short span of just a few months and they were still standing.

“You’re okay.” she tells him but he’s too stunned and scared to say something back-she could see something else was plaguing him, something he hasn’t talked to her about, something he hasn’t shared. Maybe it had to do with that pass he waved at the guard...but no, he had met with other guards before and he had held his ground-something made him scared this time...something shook him harder ”You’re okay, Bellamy, please just look at me-” she lets his hands go and instead cups his face, digging her nails in his skin a little and staring into his eyes with determination now. 

“Clarke-”

“Listen to me-you’re okay, nothing happened, we’re fine and we will be fine, alright?” he stares into her with such vulnerability that it just breaks her heart “That guard won’t hurt you. I won’t let him.” Bellamy nods a little “I won’t let him hurt you, do you hear me, Bell?” she repeats “Do you understand?” he nods again still shaking and she smiles a little.

“Take a breath now...deep breaths...just like this, yes, good job! Let’s breathe together for a moment, okay? We can take a minute, we’re not in a rush.” technically that wasn’t true-they were indeed in a rush and when she quickly turned around and found Harper standing at the end of the hallway, looking around impatiently, she knew they had to hurry but Bellamy was her family, he always came first, so she had to help him before she could treat anyone else-otherwise her mind wouldn’t even be where it should be. 

“That’s right, you’re doing great.” she assures when his breathing goes back to normal slowly and she pushes his head to her chest, making him lean in a little but desperate to hold him in a tight, short hug, knowing how much he needed it right now. 

When he wraps his arm back around her waist-that’s how she knows he’s back to her, that he’s okay now and his lips find her neck, give her a small sweet peck that makes everything in her body on fire-god, the effect he had on her- before whispering “Thank you, princess.”

She pulls away and he tries to brush the tears from his face with the back of his sweater but she cleans them up with her thumbs instead and moves up to kiss his lips quickly, despite knowing that everyone passing by and Harper, most of all, was watching them, but not giving a damn about it. 

When she falls back on her heels, her arms wrap around his neck and she looks at him seriously.

“We have a lot to talk about when we go back home.” he nods as he swallows hard and shakes his head, trying to chase away the demons. 

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” she cuts him off “You just had a full blow panic attack in the middle of Farm station’s hallway.” he bows his head down to the ground as if in shame “No, don’t hide, I don’t want you to be ashamed-” she picks his head by the chin again and gives him a softer look “I just want you to talk to me.”

He leans his head down and rubs his nose against hers, then kisses her cheek and pulls back.

“I promise that I’m fine...it was just...I don’t know what it was, but I’m okay.” she can see him going back to his strong and serious bravado that he tries to emphasize by straightening himself up a little and taking a deeper breath “We should go. Those people there need you.” he insists and Clarke opens her mouth to fight him but he shakes his head and squeezes her hand tightly again.

“It’s okay, Clarke.” he insists but she doesn’t believe him for a second.

Yet, they don’t really have a choice-they do need to move and when Clarke turns around he finds Harper has approached them and was about to urge them to keep going again.

“We really need to-” she says and Clarke nods.

“I know...I know, let’s go.” they start moving again and Bellamy follows as swiftly as he can but when they take another turn, he tells them to stop and insists he’s the one to lead before them in case they meet other guards that may cause them problems which Clarke definitely isn’t happy about but can’t really argue with since she had absolutely no documents or IDs and could end up in a cell in case someone decided to blow this out of proportions.

Let’s also not forget the fact that she was about to give illegal medical help.

When they make it to Tor Lemkin’s place, Harper nods in a particular code way before a girl, no older than maybe ten opens up. She had beautiful long brown hair, pale face and big green eyes and was dressed in what looked like her PJs. 

“Harper!” she throws herself in her friend “You brought help.”

“Of course I did, kiddo. I promised, didn’t I?” they all look up and find her dad sprayed on the couch, his leg propped up on a pillow with a very haphazard bandage on the wound under his knee. The whole thing was bad, even Bellamy could tell, considering how blue and bruised his skin on top of being way too swollen and red. Tor glances up at him and despite what is probably the fever raging in his body he recognizes him.

“Bellamy Blake?”

“Hey, Tor.” he greets him when they make it in and Harper introduces Clarke to both Reese and Tor.

Bellamy can remember seeing the man working on Level 1 and sometimes 4 where most of the cooling systems were but he hasn’t talked much to him. Most workers in Factory knew each other by face or where they worked and if not their jackets always denoted that too in case someone need to find a mechanic from another level for help. Bellamy could see Tor’s one now, hanging on the chair by the couch-the wrench patch on his left arm as well as the numbers one and four and a small snowflake patch under them which described everything there was to his job. Bellamy’s one still showed he worked on Level 2 as a mechanic since officially Level 11 was closed after the fire and no one was suppsoed to know something was happening there.

Tor and him exchange a few words while Clarke and Harper get to work on his leg-it turned out he really did get hurt the other day during the engine fixing-his leg got stuck between two big metal patches and they had to basically drag him away to keep him from forever being stuck there which is how he got his wound.

When Clarke unwraps it, she finds it’s oozing yellow and upon touching his forehead and finding it burning and taking his temperature, she’s worried about blood poisoning.

“I’ll clean the wound and dig out all the infected flesh but we’ll need to find some antibiotis or at least...something to prevent a sepsis.” she tells him and Harper, surprisingly then, chimes in.

“We’ll figure out a way.” she tells Clarke and Bellamy cocks an eyebrow “I know a guy who can maybe help.”

“Harper, it’s dangerous.” Tor warns her carefully “I don’t want you risking your life or Monty’s for me.”

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” Harper rubs her hand over his foreharm while Reese peeks behind the two girls with worry and curiosity “Clarke and Bellamy will help me.” Bellamy wants to snap and tell her not to involve Clarke in this but he knows better than to start a fight here so instead he grips Reese’s shoulder and brings her attention to him. 

“How about you and I go outside and play for a bit, kiddo?” he suggests and glances at Clarke telling her that this was also him keeping watch and making sure nobody finds them but also trying to take the kid away from the room knowing that Tor will probably have a hard time keeping his screams while they cleaned the infection. 

Reese looks at her dad for approval and he nods.

“Go on dear, Bellamy’s a great story teller, maybe he can tell you something I haven’t yet, right?” Bellamy nods and leans down a little to Reese.

“Have you heard about the myth of Europa and Zeus?” Reese shakes her head “It’s my son’s favorite, maybe you’d like it too, huh?” Reese glances again at her dad and he waves his hand at her, begging her to come closer. When she does, she hugs him tightly and he whispers something in her ear that Bellamy doesn’t catch apart from the words- “you gotta be brave now, little warrior” before letting go of Reese and allowing her to follow Bellamy. Before they leave, though she runs back to her dad, takes off her pink hair pin and puts it in her dad’s big palm. Tor immideately wraps his fingers around it and lets Reese kiss his forehead as she slowly walks back to Bellamy.

“We’ll be at the end of the hallway by the benches and the swings, okay?” he tells Clarke and Harper as he takes the girl outside.

Reese is very smart and headstrong-she’s a badass kid and asks Bellamy lots of questions while he tells her more than one story. She makes him smile and provokes him but in a good way. Half an hour in and she’s already fighting about Europa and how she should’ve kicked Zeus’ butt which makes Bellamy laugh though he agrees with it too.

But when Bellamy’s done telling his stories and suggests Reese go to the swings for a bit, she shakes her head and just rests her back against the metal bench, leaning a little closer into Bellamy. 

“Do you think that....do you think that my dad will die?” she asks after a moment which Bellamy spent staring around for every figure that wore a guard uniform and kept glancing at the clock on the other side of the wall, desperate to make out the numbers and knowing they had less than half an hour to leave the station before they had to go back to Factory. 

“No, of course not.” Bellamy opposes and Reese gives him a look of disbelief.

“How do you know?”

“Because Clarke’s the best doctor there is.” he promises but the girl still doesn’t seem convinced “I’m the living proof of that, you know?” now that catches the kid’s interest.

“How come?” she asks curiously and crosses her arms over her chest as if preparing for a fight with Bellamy but willing to give him a shot and hear him out.

“I got hurt in the bombings. That’s why I use a crutch.” Reese looks down on him and then back up, her features softer now “I was very sick after, had fever like your dad, they weren’t sure I’ll make it or even walk but...Clarke did it.” 

“Really?” Bellamy nods with a small smile himself, wrapping an arm around Reese and tugging her close.

“She brought me back on my feet and she will do the same thing with your dad, I promise you.” Reese sighs and leans a little into his side, a clear sign that she now trusted him but something was still bothering her. “What is it, kiddo?” he asks softly, stroking her head like he did with Gus. 

“I just...there’s nothing I can do to help him.” Reese admits finally “I feel useless.” Bellamy’s heart breaks at that and he has to take a minute to squeeze his eyes shut before he takes a deep breath, tightens his grip around Reese’s arm and forces himself to be strong. 

“Of course you’re not useless!” Bellamy opposes her feverntly “Your dad doesn’t need you to do things for him, he just needs to know you’re there and you love him.”

“But he can’t walk...and I...I want to give him food and help him sit up but he won’t let me.” Reese protests softly “He wants to do everything himself.”

“That’s because he doesn’t want to burden you, sweetheart.” Bellamy insists feeling like he was having a conversation with Gus years from now right at this moment.

Was his son feeling the same way?

Sure, he was younger and he didn’t understand the extents of his injuries or what it meant for Bellamy to work with his body wrecked like this but it was enough that he saw him in pain.

And his son, despite his young age, always the selfless one, always wanting to help, to give...

Bellamy couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him when he got Reese’s age. In fact, he didn’t even want to think about it. It was awful enough now when Gus was so little yet so anxious and worried about everything conscerning his father, so for him to grow up and have a better grip of their reality would make everything all the more harder. 

“He thinks he always has to be strong but he doesn’t.” Reese continues, breaking Bellamy out of his thoughts and back to reality “He can be weak...he can let me help.”

“You’re just a child. He doesn’t want you to have to grow up faster than you need to, Reese.”

“Why are you defending him?” she suddenly snaps, angry at his words and behavior, like he wanted to lecture her instead of actually bring her comofrt and Bellamy realizes he may have done just that.

“I’m sorry.” Bellamy raises his hands in defence and lets go of her “I wasn’t trying to make it worse for you, I just wanted you to understand.” Reese keeps glaring at him, though, unhappy about the situation as much as Bellamy was trying to explain himself. “I have a son too and he worries just like you do.”

“So then you get it.”

“Of course I do but I also wanted to give you my perspective of things...because it’s the same as your father’s.” at that Reese’s shoulders sag and she bows her head down, thinking over Bellamy’s words as she fidgets with her fingers, twisting her thumb around between her index and middle ones.”He just loves you too much.”

“I love him too.” Reese admits softly “Ever since mama died it’s just been me and him.” Bellamy swallows hard at the horrible comparison between their family and his-he remembers vaguely that Tor’s wife died a few years after she gave birth to Reese from the flu going around at the station during that time which was pretty awful. He had gotten sick then too but that was before he even met Gina. He remembers his mom being worried about him and forcing him not to go to work so he could get better. 

“He’s my hero.” she adds “But he doesn’t know that...he doesn’t have to be one all the time.” Bellamy’s eyes fill with tears at that and he leans closer to Reese.

“Come here, kid” he opens his arms for her and she throws herself in his embrace, letting him give her a warm hug for the first time today. Even though they met barely an hour ago, kids were awesome like that as they were pure and unafraid to meet people and make them their best friends in minutes. Plus Bellamy was warm and kind and he was honest with her, which is what Reese loved the most. 

“Do you think we should go back and check on them?” Bellamy suggests and Reese nods after finally pulling away. When Bellamy has a hard time standing up, she grabs his hand and despite her age and size, she actually does manage to help him get stable on his feet.

By the time they come back to their place, though Tor tells them that Clarke’s been called down the hallway by another woman and Bellamy feels his face burn with uncontrolled anger.

This was all so fucking risky-they had barely twenty minutes left before they had to cross back to Factory, if she was going to risk her life like this, he wasn’t sure how many times he could pull out the Level 11 ID card trick and hope it works.

It certainly won’t hold on forever.

He tries to control his breathing and swallow down his pain but the more he stays up, the more the pain in his back increases and when he finds Clarke at the end of the same hallway as Tor’s appartment, she’s fixing a girl’s broken leg and a dislocated shoulder that her mom got after helping fix the Factory engine too. 

He calls her out and gestures at the clock above her patient’s bed which makes Clarke grit her teeth and give him a curt nod as she whispered “Five minutes”. He rolls his eyes and closes the door but leaves it ajar as he kept guard. Harper was in there with her, calming down the girl with the broken leg and he rested his back on the metal wall, listening her talk to them, instructing them not to move too much and then daring, actually fucking daring to promise them she’ll be back in a few days to check how they’re healing. 

She comes out of there exactly five minutes before curfew and he’s furious with her but he doesn’t show it in any other way than clenching his jaw and gripping his crutch tightly, trying to keep himself from passing out in the middle of the damn hallway when he was out there to protect her.

“Thank you, Clarke.” Harper says when they start walking back to the gates “What you did for them...it’s nothing short of a miracle for those people.” Clarke shook her head clearly unhappy with herself.

“That’s nothing. I need real bandages, moonshine, antiseptic, medicine...antibiotics.” she clenched her jaw and let Bellamy walk before them, keeping an eye on the guards but she didn’t miss how rigid his posture was or his glistening with anger looks he was throwing her way-he was mad and partly, he was right to be mad, she should’ve finished earlier but the mother and the little girl...they needed her.

So many people have heard of the doctor who fought the system and opened up a clinic in Factory-to many she was a savior and Clarke had only realized her popularity amongst those less fortunate today with Harper, Tor and this woman. Her friend had mentioned there were others who have asked for her, some who believed the Factory clinic was still running but that the guards refused them to pass so they wouldn’t be helped, third believed it was secretly operating but only for certain folks and fourth simply begged for her help.

There were many more that needed her. Harper mentioned at least a dozen more cases, most of them severe-broken bones, open wounds or bad cases of the flu going around this time of the year agian. 

Bellamy was listening carefully to everything they talked about and every now and then he’d look back and she swore that if they had the time for it, he’d have stopped and started yelling at her for being an idiot about half an hour ago. 

He was clearly unhappy about this but she wasn’t the only one who did dumb things-whatever this ID he showed to the guard meant, it couldn’t be good, not if they let him be so easy and she wondered what kind of mess he managed to get himself into.

“Do you think we can see each other again tomorrow or...the day after?” Harper asked once they reached the gates. There were only two guards and they were talking between each other, holding some sort of satchel and inspecting its content-probably something they had confiscated from a poor Farm or Factory person, which didn’t matter to Bellamy as long as it kept their attention away from the three of them. 

He’s about to open up his mouth and argue when he sees Clarke’s hands wrap around Harpers and squeeze them tightly.

“Of course.” she states and he feels his heart fall to his feet. Goddammit that stupid self-sacrificial princess of his “Tomorrow.”

“I can come get you after I’m done with work.” Harper says “That way we’ll have more time.”

“No!” Bellamy cuts off coming a little closer to Clarke, stepping before her and facing Harper “This is dangerous! She was almost floated barely a month ago, do you want to sign her death sentence!”

“Bellamy-” Clarke stepped up glancing at him and furrowing her eyebrows “We talked about this! I’m doing it!”

“Only over my death body are you crossing the stations twice a day without proper documents!”

“I can get her another fake ID.” Harper joins in, clearly as stubborn about this as Clarke was and he shoots her another angry glance-what the fuck was wrong with Harper? She was supposed to be on his side. He knew how much he already cared about Clarke and she was willing to risk her life for this?

“It’s too risky-they can catch her.” Clarke takes him by the elbow and squeezes it tight trying to bring his attention to her but he wouldn’t budge-he kept staring at Harper with the angriest of looks but the woman seemed unafected-she was just as stubborn as Clarke was and she only jut her chin up at Bellamy in a quiet way of trying to say “Fuck you!”

“We don’t have time for this now!” Clarke urged when the warning sirens started going off, reminding people that they had two minutes to cross back to their stations “We need to go, Bellamy!” she started pushing him and she must’ve applied a little too much pressure or he was simply that tired that he swayed hard on his feet and when he did he collided right into the arms of one of the two guards that was back by the gates, checking the few passengers that had lined up.

“Hey, watch out, you cripple!” he scoffed at him and Bellamy grit his teeth as Clarke pushed him back and tried to steady him on his feet again. “Come on, line up and give me your IDs” he yelled as he started moving over the right side where the button to open the doors was. 

“I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy scoffed and Clarke gripped his elbow tightly. Usually he was good at keeping his cool around the guards, well...most of the time but the events from this night and all the arguing with Harper who was now about to leave as Clarke gave her one last reassuring nod and whispered that “They’ll talk again tomorrow”, was sending him on edge.

Unfortunately the guard heard him talking back and turned around.

“What was that you said?” he asked, stopping a few feet from them but not coming closer-he was trying to treaten them with his angry look and his hand on the gun in his holster.

Clarke felt herself freeze at that and she begged the universe that Bellamy would come back to his senses but when she glanced up, she found him still staring at the guard like he was about ready to use his crutch on him and kick his butt.

Which she knew in normal cirucmstances he could probably do, but not right now and not like this-if they were caught and locked up, they’d end up at the very least punished and Clarke surely floated especially if they looked into the reasons why she was in Farm or the lack of proper legal documents on her. 

“I said I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy bit back and Clarke felt a rush of fear run down her spine. The guard walked to them and this time it was her who stood up before Bellamy and raised her hand, trying to remember to sound as Factory station like as she could-she had been practicing the accent for a few weeks now but she knew she hadn’t mastered it perfectly.

“Please forgive my husband, guardsman-” her eyes looked for the name tag on the left of his chest  “O’Conner” she gave him the smile of a sincere but worried wife and did her best to appeal sweet and quiet as any Factory girl should be when she had a meeting with a so-called wolf “He’s cranky because he forgot our anniversary and I gave him a speech about it.” the guard pulls back a little but his eyes don’t leave Bellamy who’s as tense as before and still looks like he’s about to tear the guard apart. His hand was now wrapped around Clarke’s wrist, ready to pull her back the moment he felt like she was in immideate danger. 

“Is that so, cripple?” Clarke winced at that and felt Bellamy push from behind her, ready to fight again which of course, in turn only made the guard smile smugly. He took another step closer and reached out for Clarke’s chin, picking it up but staring still right ahead in Bellamy’s eyes “Perhaps I can make up for you, give your little Factory slut the time of her life?”

Now that send Bellamy off and he pulled Clarke away and stepped forward ready to use his crutch on the guard, but he was faster, he took it in, tore it off Bellamy’s hands and with one swift move of his hands, pressed it to his knee and used his force to break it in two and toss it away.

Bellamy let go of Clarke’s hand and tried to swing at him with his fist but again, as before, the guard was faster-he punched him in the face and then used his knee to kick him in the stomach. Bellamy swayed violently and almost hit the ground as Clarke screamed and tried to break them. The rest of the people around looked at the scene unfolding before them but they definitely weren’t surprised-it was as if this has happened a thousand times before and they were so numb to the violence and brutality the guards used on them that they simply moved away from the commotion and looked around like scared but impartial to the world animals.

“Please-” Clarke rose one of her hands again as she leaned over to grab Bellamy’s elbow and keep him up with the other “We’re sorry, just let us pass.” Bellamy looked up from under his curls angrily and just as Clarke was pretty sure he was about to provoke the guard, he got called by the other boy who had been passing some of the passengers through while the argument unfolded and O’Conner clenched his jaw unhappy that he was interrupted.

“Hey! I need some help over here! This one’s drunk!” the boy yelled and Clarke noticed he was supporting an elderly man from Factory who looked much worse for wear than her and Bellamy and someone who would definitely give them trouble unless they dealt with him right now. 

He had taken out his baton, ready to use it on either one of them but now he gripped it, looked at Clarke and simply sighed angrily.

“Go on, I’ll deal with you some other time.” he gestured at them to pass through without even asking for an ID which Clarke welcomed as a silent blessing right now. It wasn’t too unusual, though-it was clear that those who waited to pass between stations at the last possible minutes were either drunks like the elderly man who came to Farm for cheap alcohol or folks like her and Bellamy probably visiting relatives before coming home for the night. Clarke noticed that he still looked at the insignia on Bellamy’s sleeve, the wrench patch and the Factory section number so he probably decided this, his poor state and both their clothes and outlook left no room for doubt.

She almost laughed at the irony of it all-this entire time, all she’s ever wanted was to leave Alpha, to be something better than what they taught her there, to help others and not just the few selected by the chancellor and she had finally done it-she was dressed in the old dress Aurora got her, had the Factory simple three-strand plaid, no make up of any sort, her shoes were Bellamy’s old ones and she looked so tired she could probably pass out if the guard had so much as simply pushed her back.

She was no longer an Alpha princess.

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