BELLAMY: Don’t freak out.
CLARKE: that sentence is always guaranteed to freak me out fyi
CLARKE: why am i not freaking?
BELLAMY: I didn’t get a cat.
CLARKE: you seem to be under the impression that a pet cat is necessary for my happiness. the cat was your idea, i don’t care if you don’t get one. although i did come up with some truly awesome cat names while you were gone.
BELLAMY: I got a dog instead.
BELLAMY: I got a dog. A puppy actually. She’s cute. What were the cat names?
CLARKE: bellamy you were supposed to get a cat.
BELLAMY: Sorry, can’t text and drive. See you in a bit!
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21 Jan 2018
Apparently there's a wolf in the area.
Everyone's seen it, and everyone knows that it's under a curse.
And everyone knows that if it's under a curse, it's bound to show up at Clarke's doorstep.
Bookmarked by LoVeFoReVa
21 Jan 2018
“Clarke Griffin,” Bellamy grins, “Did you streak naked down the street once, for Truth or Dare?”
“I was thirteen, and in my underwear,” she says primly, and he laughs loud enough to shake her, where she’s pressed up against his chest. His hand is warm on the space where her hip meets her thigh, and he slides his thumb under her shirt, to stroke at the skin there.
“Alright, I’ll bite,” he decides, setting his beer down again so she’ll know he’s serious. “Truth or Dare?”
Clarke pretends to think about it for a moment, even though she always picks the same thing. “Dare.”
Bellamy grins, delighted, like that’s what he’d been planning for all along. He’ll probably just have her streak naked down the street, because once again, the dares are always expected.
But instead he says “I dare you to kiss me.”
The next morning, Clarke hexed Bellamy so his hands kept dripping blue ink everywhere, smearing it on everything that he touched, like a leaky pen. She’d nearly forgotten about it by the afternoon, but then suddenly someone was grabbing hold of her feet, and Clarke glanced down, shocked, to find Bellamy smearing his leaky blue hands all over her nice white sneakers.
“What are you doing?” she asked, unable to look away as he ruined her shoes. They hadn’t actually touched each other since that first day, when she’d shoved him. She couldn’t believe he was resorting to--Muggle tactics!
“Just practicing some art,” he grinned cheerily up at her, and then strode away as if nothing had just happened. He was whistling.
It took her another hour to realize that he’d charmed her shoes to be glued to her feet, so she had to wear them to the shower, and even to bed. The spell had worn off by the morning, but the blue was still there, dried in a pattern that sort of resembled ivy vines one way and bird feathers the next. Clarke decided she liked the way they looked, and would keep them.
A Marauders AU
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
02 Apr 2017
She finds Bellamy back on that floral couch. They’d moved it into the screened room for the winter, and then back out again once the days grew long and warm. It was becoming another tradition, apparently.
And so was this; him smoking on the sofa, her head on his shoulder, voices low in the early morning while everyone else was asleep and the world felt like it belonged to them, just for the moment.
“Someone had fun,” he teases, flicking at a spot on her neck. Clarke reaches up to feel the tender skin; Glass must have given her a hickey while they were getting carried away.
She flushes, but he’s looking back at the sunrise. “I always have fun,” she reminds him, and he groans.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“This is my favorite part, though,” Clarke says, curling up a little more against him so he’ll put his arm around her for warmth. She’s still kind of drunk, so she’s not sure if she’s making sense, but she trusts that he’ll get it. Bellamy always seems to understand what she means. “Just--us. It’s my favorite.”
Bellamy stubs out his cigarette and leans back against her. “Mine too.”