IS EVERYONE IN HERE STILL BREATHING
OH MY STARS WHAT WAS THAT EPISODE. I'M NEVER GONNA BE OK AGAIN
ok. So i wrote this before 2x16. but really, it can happen anytime on the series (just like my other oneshots for now). But this one is a two shot It didn't turn out the way i wanted it but I decided to publish it anyway
So, enjoy another kissing trope. This is the 3rd one of the series (which, for now, are all on different universes)
"Bellamy Blake is dead."
Her heart stops.
Clarke thinks it's so funny how after falling from the sky, fighting a thousand wars, killing hundreds of people and being beaten down over and over, those four words are what it took to collapse her from inside out.
No.
She doesn't know if she said the word out loud or if it was just her brain screaming at her. Then the young leader realizes her friends were the one saying it.
"No," Jasper's eyes are watery. Monty whispers it, raising a hand to cover his mouth. Miller hisses, shaking his head and Raven snarls, gritting her teeth.
It was an easy mission.
They were about to win the war, but the last enemy-grounders left were especially vicious, incredibly blood thirsty. Raven made one spare bomb and Bellamy suggested they'd use it to attack the hut where the enemies were keeping their weapons.
It seemed a reasonable plan and, besides, they had more than enough people battling on the field. Attacking their weaponries would speed up their long awaited victory.
So, she sent Bellamy to the secret hut somewhere in the woods where Octavia saw they had a secret stash of swords, spears and bows. He was supposed to stand by the bushes near the cot, throw the bomb at it and run. Simple, stress-free.
Now everyone watched as flames and smoke invaded their vision, destroying miles of forest and field.
"I wasn't too far away when I saw it, " Kane continued as if reading her mind," I think they missed the target, the explosion was," his eyes widened at the memory, just like everyone else's, because that explosion? It was loud, hot, scary. "It was immense. They must had been stocking more than just spears there, maybe they found one of our bombs or some bullet powder and they didn't know what to do with it, I… " he trailed off, taking a deep breath.
"He could've found cover, Marcus." Abby commented as the kids stood quiet.
The man looked at her hesitantly, shaking his head almost unnoticeably, "From where I stood, there was nothing but-"his voice caught in his throat when he looked at the others, when his eyes found her.
Clarke felt numb. She felt crazy, trying to understand how, why. It didn't make sense. Bellamy couldn't just die like that, not even putting up a fight, not even saying goodbye. Someone so loud, filled with energy and strength; someone so stubborn, dead.
The girl turned around sharply, startling the others.
"Clarke, where are you going?" her mom asked in alarm.
"I'm gonna look for him," she answered sharply, eyeing the dense smoke that came from the accident site.
Someone grabbed her wrist, "Clarke, Look at that place." Raven whispered, but she yanked her arm away.
"I'll be fine. For all we know Bellamy is somewhere hiding and he might need our help." She explained, not turning around to face them.
As she resumed marching, Monty seized her upper arm, but she shook him away. Her feet moved more rapidly.
"Clarke, I know you don't want to believe me but it's not safe for anyone to go there." Kane nearly shouted but she ignore him as she walked faster until someone grabbed her from behind.
"You're gonna get yourself killed!" Miller yelled, watching the flames that had just slaughtered his best friend. From where they stood, they could feel the heat of the fire on their skin already.
But the blonde didn't mind, she twisted and squirmed, trying to get rid of his grip.
"Let me go." she asked but he didn't budge, "Miller, Let me go!" she yelled struggling in his arms, "Bellamy is out there!"
She managed to elbow his stomach and free herself of his hold. Clarke started running, feeling panic rising on her chest as her heart hammered.
But then Jasper and Monty were on her side, grabbing her waist and arms, pulling her back.
"We can't lose you too, "Jasper cried loudly.
"Come on, it's suicide" Monty pleaded," Bellamy wouldn't-"
"Bellamy wouldn't abandon any of us there, "she bawled as she tried to step on their feet or push them. Anything to be let go, really. "I need to findhim, I need to help him," her voice wavered as tears welled in her eyes without her consent.
( Why was she crying? There was no reason to cry.
Bellamy was alive, he had to be.
She just needed her to find him. )
Clarke wriggled and grunted and the two boys could barely hold her, her strength seemed to be out of that world in that moment. Kane and Abby ran to help them to hold her down.
"Let me go!" her shrill scream reverberated through the devastated war field, catching attention of grounders and arkers.
"Honey, you need to-"Abby's tone was slow and patronizing
"NO-" she struggled to fight all those hands around her as her vision blurred with tears, "Bellamy needs me-" she whimpered.
And the girl just wanted to explain, to point out how they were wrong. How there was no way that Bellamy Blake was dead, that Bellamy Blake had left her. But her chest was tight and suffocating, tears drowned her as much as the force of 4 people immobilising her.
Everything was going black.
That was when she saw it.
One dark dot moving in the middle of all the greyness and yellow.
Her body suddenly went still and the people grasping her sighed in relief, oblivious to her reasons.
Her sight was still blurry from the tears, but she'd recognize that silhouette anywhere.
"Bellamy?" she whispered, blinking to clear her vision.
The others shifted to look at whatever caught her attention and their moment of distraction was all she needed. Because soon the girl was running faster than she ever had.
She moved her legs frantically, taking deep breaths and ignoring the grime and smoke filling her lungs. It felt like an eternal skip of beat, just watching all the green and grey passing her by as her eyes kept solely focusing on that figure ahead of her.
That was, until his face came into focus.
(Then her feelings came crashing down on her.)
"Bellamy!" she screamed and he looked up at her. He was covered in sweat and soot, but he was so alive.
Clarke was racing towards him when his eyes widened, "Clarke?" His voice broke right before she jumped on him.
The girl wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her arms around his neck. He didn't hesitate to hold her just as tightly.
Bellamy was about to say something when she kissed his cheek, taking in the salty and ashy taste of his skin.
Then her lips moved to his jaw, then right below his ear, his neck, his other cheek, the other side of his jaw-
He inhaled uneven and harsh. Her smell, her panting, all those touches and little smooching noises filling him and driving him insane.
He kissed her forehead, letting his top lip linger on her skin as breathed against it. The gesture stilled her, Clarke felt her lids closing as she sighed. They stood like that for a moment
It was rather peaceful, staying like that. On the back of their minds they still could feel the heat of the fire he'd just escaped from, hear the noises of an ending battle, and smell iron, grass and smoke in the air. But, most of all, they felt each other's chest raising and falling, his hands splayed across her back, her hands in his hair.
Bellamy hummed softly before kissing her temple, and Clarke finally unhooked her legs from his waist.
When they faced each other again, Bellamy smiled fondly at her.
"I thought you were dead, "she croaked.
He frowned slightly before wiping away her tears with his thumbs. His hands stayed on her face, cupping her cheeks.
"Me too." He whispered, taking a deep breath. "It's a good thing I found the reaper tunnels" He explained with a small chuckle and she placed a hand on top of his.
"It is." She smiled broadly, leaning her head against his hand.
"Oy, you guys?" they heard jasper screaming, snapping them out of their little bubble. When they turned their heads to the rest of the group's direction, he continued," Can you stop melting over each other for a half a sec and bring Bellamy over here so we can hug him too?"
So that was the "Anywhere but the Lips" trope
Chapter 2 is nearly ready! (and chapter 2 is the fluff master, I'm embarrassed by it)
I just need to edit it, then... more corny stuff to come!