Anonymous said: are you taking prompts? i have this one if u are, if not im sorry for sending! "Sometimes I steal flowers from your garden on my way to the cemetery, but today you've caught me and have demanded to come with me to make sure the "girl is pretty enough to warrant flower theft" and I'm trying to figure out how to break it to you that we're on our way to a graveyard" AU (preferably w/ clarke doing the stealing and bellamy the demanding) :-)


Bellamy didn't even really notice the flowers disappearing until Octavia pointed it out to him. Fairly rudely to boot too.

"Bell where are all the bluebells I gave you to plant in honor of mom? I could have sworn I even gave you instructions clear enough that even Jasper couldn't have killed them. I wanted to be able to take a few to the mom's grave in a couple weeks. Did you seriously kill them? Or did you give them all away to pretty girls at your job?" Octavia asked in lieu of a greeting as she entered their family home that Bellamy had inherited and decided to slowly renovate to fit his own lifestyle.

"What are you talking about O? I've been taking care of them. They are right out front where you told me would be best." Bellamy replied.

"Well that's bull. I gave you enough seeds so that you would have a good couple dozen flowers. Right now there are maybe ten or twelve at most."

Bellamy was dumbfounded. He could have sworn he had like twenty when he went out to water them a couple weeks ago. With all the rain he hadn't needed to water them as much so maybe it was actually a lot farther away that he checked on them. But that still didn't explain the decreasing number. He figured he'd just plant some more to appease Octavia and just take the ones that were already bloomed when they visited their mom's grave next weekend.

"Relax O; I'll take care of it. I'll get some more seeds and keep an extra careful eye on these until next weakened. I promise." Bellamy appeased his sister, making a mental note to head to the home and garden store after Octavia left.

Octavia nodded, "Alright. I will hold you too that. I just know Mom always loved those bluebells and I wanted to put some n her grave."

Bellamy pulled his sister into a hug and nodded, "I know. I want to put them there too. Come on, I believe you are here for lunch not to lecture me about flowers."

The next few days passed without any incident and Bellamy made sure that when he was home during the day, he would have a window open near the front of the house so he could at least keep an ear open in case he heard anything suspicious. He finally discovered the answer to the mystery of the missing bluebells one afternoon when he was washing his dishes. Bellamy had just put up one of his coffee mugs when the distinct sound of a spade digging up earth and heavy breathing of effort reached his ears through the open window in his sitting room.

Bellamy was through the front door in a flash, just in time to catch the thief red handed or in this case blue handed.

"Those aren't yours. So I don't know what you're thinking taking those when there are plenty of perfectly good flower markets in this part of town where you could buy yourself some pretty flowers." Bellamy spoke coldly, looking down at the blonde who was crouched in front of his flower bed from his front porch. He was soon met with deep blue eyes and a sheepish grin on her face.

"Oh, um sorry. I... uh. It's hard to explain." The blonde stuttered and looked around, as if hoping an excuse would pop out of the flowers for her.

"Well are you going to tell me why you've been stealing my flowers or am I just going to have to follow you to your date to see if he or she is even worthy of them. Especially considering that they were intended for my mother."

"I'm sorry. It's not..."

"It's not like that? Oh really. Well go on, I'll be right behind you to wherever it is you're taking my bluebells."

Bellamy watched the blonde look down and gathers her tools into a tote bag she had with her as well as wrapping a string around the few flowers she had already pulled up into a bundle. The blonde stood, avoiding Bellamy's eyes and started departing. He gave her a thirty second head start and began following her, hoping it was close. Even if it was a sunny day, Bellamy wasn't in the greatest shoes to be traipsing all over town.

After walking bout five to ten minutes or so, Bellamy decided to break the silence. "So do I get a name from the blonde thief or will I have to ask your date when I meet them as well?"

"I show mine when you show yours," came quickly with a smirk that Bellamy saw cross her face.

"I'm Bellamy, Bellamy Blake. Owner of the house and garden from which you stole bluebells."

"I'm Clarke Griffin. And I apologized and was going to explain but instead you insisted on joining me. So I'll just let the destination explain for me. As a matter of fact, we're here. Figure it out yet?"

Bellamy looked away from Clarke and towards the familiar gate and arch that marked the Arcadia Slope Cemetery. Oh. Before Bellamy got a chance to say anything, Clarke was through the gate and walking down a path to the right. He let her go for a few minutes to give her some privacy, still letting her situation sink in.

After a bit, Bellamy followed down the same path to where he saw Clarke kneeling in front of a gravestone where she had laid the flowers and was quietly speaking to the grave. He observed the name Wells Jaha as well as the year 1993-2010 and Beloved Son and Friend. There were some other flowers on the grave as well.

"His name was Wells and he was my best friend in the entire world. Two days before our senior year of high school, Wells got into a car accident and was killed on impact. Today marks 5 years since I last saw him. I'm sorry about taking your flowers. I've been visiting every week for the past month and I saw your bluebells. They were his mom's favorites and became his favorite as well." Clarke explained when Bellamy stood behind her. "I was going to somehow pay you back or plant some new ones but I kept forgetting new seeds or didn't know how to explain with the money."

"Clarke, it's okay. I'm sorry about Wells. And I'm sorry about how I treated you when I first found out." Bellamy assured. "Actually I get it. Those flowers were in honor of my mother. My sister had me plant them a couple months ago, so that in a couple weeks we could take them here to my mother's grave. She died of cancer a few years ago. It was wrong of me to snap at you without knowing the situation."

Bellamy watched as Clarke stood, touched the headstone once and turned to him. "Where's her gravestone?" was all she said.

"Just over the way."

"Can I see? ... I know that's a bit forward of me. But I thought maybe your mom deserves at least some of her flowers." Clarke stammered looking at the ground and bringing a couple of the bluebells form behind her back, twiddling with them.

Chuckling, Bellamy grinned and nodded, "Yeah, she'd like that. Though she'll wonder who the mesmerizing blonde is next to me," Clarke blushed and looked away as Bellamy spoke. "Actually I want to know who she is too. Maybe you can help me plant some more bluebells after we take some to her. Then you can take as many as you want for Wells."

"I'd like that. A lot."

A/n: THoughts? Want a second part? Reviews help fuel my muse. And she's finnicky one.