This was written for the Bellarke Fanfiction Tumblr blog's September Flash Fic contest. This contest includes writing a fanfic that is Bellarke centric, less than 300 words, and focused on the month's theme. September's theme was soccer.
For those of you that don't know, recently, the Whitecaps held a soccer game for celebrities. From The 100, there were multiple actors that participated - including Bob (the guy who portrays Bellamy). If you haven't seen pictures - go check them out! They're all over Twitter. So, thanks to this match, soccer AUs have been very popular.
This story will be a multi-chapter fic. Each chapter is a drabble, not connected to the previous ones. Therefore, you can read one chapter, every second chapter, or every single chapter. Each chapter will be different - a different setting, a different time-period, a different plot.
The first chapter is a modern AU.
Enjoy.
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"Hey, champ."
Bellamy jumped, her voice breaking the silence. His focus faltered and his foot missed the centre of his target, sending the ball spinning to the side – nowhere near the net.
He growled and turned towards where the voice came from. He already knew who it was, due to her infamous psyching out tactics and bad timing.
Clarke Griffin.
"Hey, princess," he replied, a smile spreading on his face as her eyes narrowed. Damn, she really hated that name. All the more reason to use it. They were on rival teams, after all. Sure, it was just beer league, but there was something beyond satisfying when his co-ed team crushed hers.
Ever since their first game, they had a captain versus captain thing going.
He hated that he loved it.
"Nice shot," she replied sarcastically. "That is, if you were aiming for that bag of sweaty socks over there."
"Like you could do better." Clarke scoffed and stalked confidently over to the bag of soccer balls. She snatched one out and booted it across the field. It flew into into the net easily.
Bellamy felt his jaw drop.
Clarke turned back towards the gawking boy and sent him a wink.
"Try to keep up, huh? I don't wanna embarrass you on the field tomorrow."
"Screw off," he muttered. Clarke rolled her eyes. Without warning, she reached up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
He tensed up as her lips grazed his skin. She pulled back and, without another word, turned to leave.
"Have a good night, Blake!" She sent a wave over her head.
Bellamy stood there, too shocked to move.
Was this another one of her psyching out tactics?
The corners of his lips twitched into a smile.
God, he hoped it wasn't.