"People cut other people down for entertainment, amusement, out of jealousy, because of something broken inside them. Or for no reason at all. It’s just what they do, and you’re a target because you live your life loudly and boldly. You’re bright and joyful and so many people are cynical. They won’t understand you and they won’t understand me. But the only way they win is if your tears turn to stone and make you bitter like them. It’s okay to ask why. It’s okay to wonder how you could try so hard and still get stomped all over. Just don’t let them change you or stop you from singing or dancing around to your favorite song. (…) Every time someone picks on me, I’ll think of you in the hopes that every time someone picks on you, you’ll think of me… and how we have this thread that connects us. Let them keep living in the darkness and we’ll keep walking in the sunlight.
Bellarke AU| Bellamy and Clarke as pirates, with Bellamy as captain, and Clarke as hostage
"Welcome aboard, Princess."
He’s younger than she expected, but she doesn’t waste any time pondering that. “I demand parley.”
He tips his head and regards her with amusement. “And why would I grant you that?”
While they laugh she shoves against the lackey holding onto her ropes, disarming him with a swipe of her legs. She backs herself against the ship’s railing, hands still tied, but there’s a new pistol in them. She stands straighter, squaring her shoulders, tipping her chin upwards, mustering all the bravado she has in her. “Because you want them to follow you, and right now, they’re thinking only one of us is scared.”
He smiles and Clarke thinks his smile is more dangerous than the ropes around her hands and the guns aimed at her head. “Brave Princess.”