- The 100 (TV) (5)
To be honest, she likes his apartment better now that she sort of… belongs here. A little while after they actually became friends, after Octavia threw her hands up and quit trying to force them to be civil to each other and it just happened naturally, Clarke kind of insinuated herself on his place. She left a set of pajamas in his second bedroom, just in case she didn’t want to take the subway all the way back to her apartment late at night. More often than not, she’ll come bursting through the door with bags of groceries tucked under her arm and a crazy story about med school in her back pocket. They spend more of their time together on his couch than they do apart, at this point. It’s routine, at this point.
Clarke tries not to examine their friendship too closely. Tries not to let Octavia’s gentle prodding and Raven’s pointed looks color her interactions with Bellamy. Because what they have here—right here, in this moment, getting drunk and bickering with each other about something stupid—is simple, uncomplicated. And she’d like to keep it that way.
[prompt: we drunk-kissed but you forgot about it and i don’t know how to act around you anymore wtf]
“Come here for a sec,” Jasper says, beckoning to her. She’s hovering uncertainly at a safe distance, and Bellamy almost, almost tells her to beat a hasty retreat, but it’s too late for that. “We’re playing Slap or Kiss. Wanna join?”
He swears that her eyes flicker for a brief moment to Finn, to Raven, before something flashes across Clarke’s face and she shakes her head.
“Um, I think I should probably—get back to the dropship.”
Octavia sighs. “You’re no fun,” she complains. “You and Bell.”
Bellamy feels her eyes on him, and he meets her gaze with a hooded stare. She studies him with a raised eyebrow, her face unreadable. Then Clarke turns back to the group.
“Hey, I’m fun,” she retorts. “I can be fun.”
“Prove it, then,” Jasper taunts.
She hesitates, and then casts another dubious glance at Bellamy, who’s still standing with his arms crossed defensively over his chest. He quirks an eyebrow at her in return.
“Fine, I’ll play,” she says, conceding, and then nods at Bellamy. “But only if he plays, too.”
[or, Bellamy gets roped into playing Slap or Kiss with the delinquents, and he's not happy about it.]
Clarke settles in beside him, her shoulder barely brushing his side. He feels her presence, senses it more than anything else. His body is attuned to hers, but it’s more like muscle memory than a conscious effort.
It’s a faint reminder of the way things used to be. The two of them, shoulders hunched against the wind at their backs. A team. A unit.
He’s forgotten what it’s like to have her hovering at his side. Not a comfort, but a constant. A given. He took it for granted and only realized it after she left.
[set in 3x13 canonverse; a short character study of Bellamy Blake]
She’s surprised by the softness of his features. The warm contours of his face, and the chestnut hue of his eyes. The way he clenches his jaw when he holds himself back from yelling at her.
No, he’s not fit for the Guard. So why is he there?
“You know, I might ask you the same question,” he responds after a beat. “About why you’re in here. You don’t seem like the hardened criminal type."
“I could be,” she says, and the corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly.
“I don’t think so.”
Clarke bites her lip. “Well, you don’t really know me, then.”
Bellamy hums in agreement, his eyes lazily traveling the room, her charcoal drawings. She follows the path of his gaze until it settles on her. And suddenly, she’s finding it a chore to breathe.
“I’ve got people I care about,” he says softly. “People I need to protect.”
And she wonders what he means, although she also understands completely.
“So did I,” she tells him.
[AU where Clarke is sent to the Sky Box for treason, and Bellamy is her guard.]
Still, it’s nice to have Bellamy here. He’s her one of her best friends, probably her best friend, and even though he’s always grumbling about something under his breath, he’s always been the nurturing type. Probably something to do with how he basically raised Octavia from the time they were kids, and he hasn’t been able to shake the habit of taking care of people he cares about.
He’s her best friend, and she’s a little bit in love with him, if she’s being honest. Has been, for a few years now, and she’s pretty sure that he thinks of her as a little sister. The fact that he dropped everything to nurse her back to health pretty much confirms that—Clarke knows he’d do nothing less for Octavia, who obviously put him up to this whole thing.
[AU where Clarke is sick before the holidays and Bellamy takes care of her.]
After the cell phone debacle.
“I would pick up the pace if I were you. Wouldn’t want to fall behind and lose your crown now, right princess?”
“I’d sooner lock myself in this barn and set it on fire,” she manages, keeping her tone saccharine sweet before flipping him off.
His grin widens at that, reaching over to drum his fingers against the best sales trophy (the one with her name on it) before striding off, whistling nonchalantly.
Or; the one where Clarke acquires a Christmas job, some neat gift wrapping skills, and feelings for her annoyingly competitive co-worker.
[Written for bellarke secret santa 2015]
She readied her hand for another yank at her hair, her patience wearing very thin- and then a large, warm hand closed over hers and she looked up, startled. Bellamy stared at her calmly. “Let me.”
She must have been wearing a rather dubious look on her face, because he chuckled suddenly. “You seem to forget I was my sister’s only friend when she was growing up. I know how to brush hair, Princess.”
(Bellamy brushes Clarke's hair one morning because surprisingly, he's good with that kind of thing. Takes place in Season 1 canon. One shot.)
Clarke starts noticing things about Bellamy, and then she can't stop noticing things about Bellamy.
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Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
17 Feb 2016
It’s one thing to have a crush on your best friend’s hot older brother. It’s another thing to have a crush on your best friend’s brother who is also your TA and your tutor. For lack of a better description, Clarke Griffin is royally screwed.
(Written for Bellarke Secret Valentines 2016)
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