blake griffin fan fic

I don’t know how long it will take Octavia to return. BUT…


Bellamy and Clarke will be standing in the middle of camp, deep in discussion. The radio will crackle, and Clarke will hear someone say that a horse just came out of the woods. She’ll nonchalantly ask them to radio again when it reaches Arkadia. Bellamy will be suspicious, thinking it’s a rogue Grounder. They’ll argue how to proceed if it is. During a particularly heated moment, that radio will crackle again with a bewildered voice.

“Clarke? The horse is Helios…”

Bellamy’s eyes will go wide, and he’ll start running. He’ll run through the camp. He’ll run through the gate. He’ll run through the grasses that have yellowed from radiation. The horse will stop. The rider will awaken. And the people in Arkadia, squinting into the sun, will see a brother carrying his sister home.


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Cordially Invited

Originally posted by chloethegamer

Request:  “You are cordially invited to go fuck yourself.” Prompt with either Bellamy or Murphy (A/N: With Bellamy) 

Word Count: 1,336

There was something about that boy, something about the way he walked and acted that made you want to scream. He was so confident and thought so highly of himself. He was so…so…smug. Usually, you could ignore it and move about your everyday business without too much annoyance, but today…today was different. You had gone to bed in a bad mood, woken up in an even worse one, and now here you were- doing a job you didn’t really care for with people you didn’t really care for.

That was the thing though. You really did care about all these people, but just felt so out of place. The minute you all got to earth was the minute you tried to do everything you could to get away from the 100 and explore. You joined the hunting group, which was a fun job until you almost died from a poisoned arrow. After the accident, Bellamy wouldn’t let you go hunt anymore, so you did what you could around the perimeter of the fence. Bellamy had always tried to make you feel like you belonged, and you did when it was just you, him, and Octavia in a tiny bedroom built for two. The earth changed all of it for you and that wasn’t such a big deal, it was just what it was.

Today it wasn’t just “what it was”. It was your birthday- a day you never really cared for but Bellamy loved to celebrate for some weird reason. He always threw you birthday parties and snuck you presents he had stolen. One time on the Ark when rations were dangerously low, Bellamy had stolen enough ingredients from the kitchen to make a single cupcake and a makeshift candle. You had never felt so much love radiate off a person and have never felt that much love for someone else.

It has been weeks since you have had a decent conversation with Bellamy. You were sure he had forgotten your birthday. He barely glanced in your direction at breakfast and didn’t bother walking with you to your posts outside the gates, which was something he used to do. That was a trait you missed very much. God, that boy- with his perfect hair and perfect smile and freckles and perfect everything.

While Bellamy didn’t seem to want anything to do with you today, your best friends John and Clarke were throwing you a party. It was going to be a small gathering with some decent food, some music, and some of Monty’s famous moonshine. It was supposed to be a surprise but you found John and Monty whispering about details, and being the noisy person you are, you wouldn’t stop asking until they answered you.

Two hours had passed and you were getting more excited as the party neared. Nothing exciting was going on outside the gates today, so you were leaning against the fence playing tic-tac-toe in the dirt with Harper. You threw your stick down as you won for the third time in a row when Bellamy walked up to you and Harper.

“Harper, you can go on break if you want.” He said in his deep, raspy voice. She nodded and walked back into the camp, probably to get some food. He placed himself in Harper’s spot against the fence.

“What are you doing here? You don’t usually give breaks.” You asked, hoping it didn’t come out as pissed as you felt.

“I wanted to talk to you.” He replied as he stared at the side eye you were giving him. You gestured vaguely in the air as to say ‘and?’

“Today’s your birthday,” he paused, “So happy birthday.”

“Wow so you do remember. I thought you either forgot that was today or just forgot me in general.” You sarcastically snapped.

“Y/n, that’s not fair. You know how busy I’ve been-”

You interrupted, “That didn’t stop you on the Ark, Bellamy. You had a lot of responsibilities up there too.”

He continued, “You didn’t even invite me to your party tonight.”

You were crouched on the ground, digging your stick into the ground where you and Harper had been playing. However, now you were standing, facing your beautiful best friend (ex-best friend?).

You didn’t know whether you wanted to kiss him or yell at him. You went with the latter. “Oh that’s because you’ve been cordially invited to go fuck yourself.”

You stomped away, leaving your post. He was so irritating and selfish to think you would ask him to join you on the only day you ever felt special. He’s done nothing but make you feel like shit the whole time you’ve been on Earth, and here he was making today about him. You headed to the engineering tent to hang out with Raven, and didn’t leave until it was time to get ready for your party.

The party consisted of Clarke, Monty, Jasper, Raven, Harper, Miller, Octavia, Murphy, and you. Kane and Abby joined for the dinner portion and then left so the partying could begin. You were on your third cup of moonshine and fruit juice mix when he showed up. You were facing the fire, laughing with Murphy about some sarcastic comment he made. You were dangerously close to kissing him too, as Monty’s moonshine brought out the side of you that made you want to make out with everyone.

Bellamy tapped your arm and you turned to face him. “I’m not leaving here Bellamy Blake. I am having fun and you are not going to take that away from me.” You grabbed Murphy’s arm and draped it over your shoulder for dramatic effect.

He laughed, “I’m not here to take away your fun. I just wanna talk.”

You took a swig of your drink and sighed, “Ugh, fine. Help me up.”

Bellamy took your hand and pulled you to a standing position. He put his arm around your waist and lead you to a bench just far enough that the others couldn’t hear your conversation. You downed your drink and turned to him.

“Wh-what do you want Bellamy?” You asked as you tilted your head back to lean against the tree behind you. You had definitely drunk more than you should have, but damn did you feel like you deserved it.

“I’m sorry about earlier. You’re right, I’ve been neglecting you. You’re my best friend and I failed you.” He said with such sincerity that you wished you hadn’t had all those drinks so you could have an actual conversation with him.

But drunk Y/n came out instead, struggling to speak coherently. “You are very right my friend but you know what, it’s okay because you’re cute. I’m mad at you because you’re cute and my friend and I love you. I wish we were back on the Ark sometimes. I mean, despite a sister that you couldn’t tell anyone about, life was so much easier up there.”

“I agree.” He said with a smile.

“I know things have been hard on you but you know what? You handle all of this…shit better than anyone else, so I forgive you for forgetting me for that reason alone.”

He laughed happily. “I just hope Sober Y/n feels the same way. How about we get you to bed?”

“Your bed?”

“If you want.”

“As long as you’re the big spoon I don’t care where we go.”

He wrapped his arm around your waist again and coaxed you to his tent. He handed you one of his clean shirts to put on instead of your alcohol stained one. You took the shirt off without care or warning, put the clean one on, kicked off your shoes, and climbed into Bellamy’s ultra soft and comfy bed. He climbed in next to you and placed a kiss on your cheek. He curled his arm around your stomach and cuddled up next to you as you instantly fell asleep in his arms, knowing you were going to regret all of this tomorrow morning.

(A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one! I hope you enjoy!)

Only a Flicker

Fandom: The 100

One-shot

Summary:  Clarke knew the symptoms of radiation sickness: vomiting, fatigue, loss of appetite, fever, and if the fever is bad enough, hallucinations. She just never expected to experience that symptom firsthand.

Read it here: Ao3 // fanfiction


Clarke woke with a gasp, eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling above her. She lay there, for a moment, trying to remember what woke her up, before she realized what she was looking at. Above her, the ceiling was not the metal of the ark she was so used to, or even the open sky, but a light-colored plaster.

Sitting up so quickly she could almost feel her brain rattle in her skull, she took in the room around her with a panicked gaze. The walls were also plaster, one of them hosting a wooden door with a shiny knob, the other with several curtain-covered windows, soft sunlight filtering in through the thin fabric. The floor was covered in a strangely-textured fabric, akin to grass—carpet? Wooden furniture was placed carefully around the room, decorated with photos in frames, and with drawers and doors half open to reveal soft, clean clothes spilling out. The closest Clarke had ever been to being in a room like this was when she was trapped in Mount Weather, but even then, her hospital room hadn’t been nearly so… homey.

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The Beginning (Chapter 1)

The annoying and loud barking from my neighbor’s dog woke me up. I told her yesterday that she had to do something about her dogs barking. I barely ever get to sleep because I work such long hours, and then when I do get to sleep I always get woken up. Well, since I am up I might as well go on my daily run along the beach. I slowly get out of bed and throw on my new lululemon leggings and workout top. Then, I brush my teeth and throw my hair up in a high ponytail. On my way out I grab my headphones and iPod and then I am off. My usual run consists of me exiting my private home area, then along the beach, and then I stop and get a Jamba Juice; but today was not going to be just another one of my daily runs. As I am running along the beach my favorite song comes on so I get out my iPod to turn up the volume. While I turning up the volume on my iPod this I am looking down so I don’t really notice the people around me… and then bam! I look up and I realize that I had just run straight into this very tall and muscular guy. I take out my headphones and look up at him because he is so tall. “Oh my gosh I am so sorry! Are you okay? “Ya I am fine, don’t worry about it” He responds. Dang he has a super nice voice and I have got to say he is also pretty handsome. “Oh okay good! Sorry again…” I say apologetically. “Its really fine! No worries.” He replies. “Ok well, see you around!” and I start my run again. As I start jogging away I feel someone tap my back…I turn around and it’s the guy again. “Hello” I say a little surprised and confused. “Hi, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to go get a smoothie or something? I saw that you were running maybe you want to take a break?” wait what… did this guy just really ask me out? “Ya sure! A smoothie sounds good!” I say to him. “Ok cool! I’m Blake by the way,” he said as he stretched his hand out to shake mine. “I’m Addison,” I say as I shake his hand. As I look at him I think to myself that he looks super familiar… but how? 

Turf Burns, Love Kills 


Word Count: 20k 

Status: chapters 4/? 

Summary: 

Clarke came to Polis Uni to get away from her family. When her new roommate happens to be captain of the soccer team she is trying out for it makes for a few messy situations.

 or 

the Clexa college soccer AU

Jealous

Originally posted by fluffydare

Request:  An imagine where Bellamy is jealous because reader has been spending a lot of time with a really buff and attractive grounder? Pleeaasee?

Word Count: 1,263 

          Ever since the 100 came to Earth, you were completely uninterested in staying with these people. For your whole life, you’ve been trapped with the same people, so it seemed completely understandable that you wanted to get away from them. However, with no clear knowledge on what the Earth’s surface held, you stayed with the 100 until you were sure it was safe. Then after all the disputes with the Grounders, you definitely didn’t want to leave. But then you met him.

           He introduced himself as Jacks. He was well over six feet, made of solid muscle, had long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smile that could light up whatever darkness surrounded you. He was hilariously different, in a way that made you even more intrigued. And though he was this big, buff Grounder, he had such a soft side it almost made you sick.

           As the 100 and the Grounders became closer and tightened the relationship, more of the Grounders “assimilated” into the 100 community. They helped with jobs, learned the 100’s ways of life, and taught your people how to survive. Jacks became a larger part of your life because of this. He seemed to be the only constant in your life since the Ark.

           On the Ark, Bellamy was your constant. He was always there for you, even when he had more important things to take care of (like his illegal sister). He made you laugh when all you wanted to do was cry; you know, things that made you question how you met such an amazing person. But then the Earth happened. He started sleeping around and assumed a leadership position that no one asked him to take. His need to be a leader and his need to have a different girl every night were the two main reasons you both grew apart. You still wished you could tell him all your problems and you wished you could actually know what was going on in that brain of his, but you couldn’t ask. You couldn’t allow yourself to get hurt anymore by him.

           Putting that aside, you tried to focus on the day ahead of you. You would go to breakfast, go to work in the Med. Tent, lunch, work, dinner, and then a “date”. You called it that because it was as close to a real date as you could get on Earth. Jacks hadn’t told you what you were doing yet, but you were sure it was going to be amazing.          

           After breakfast and about 3 hours of cleaning up cuts and scrapes on the 100 and the Grounders, a very familiar face appeared. It was Bellamy, his arm wrapped in a makeshift sling that barely covered his blood soaked shirt.

           “What happened to you?” You asked, a lot harsher than you meant to. You pointed to the bed for him to get up on so you could exam him. He winced as he moved.

           “Hunting accident. Damn thing put up a fight.” He hissed through his teeth, not with anger but with pain. You unwrapped the sling and gasped; the animal, if it bit any harder, it would have clipped some bone.

           “I don’t know how you’re still conscious. Its teeth almost hit bone.” He sighed in response. His lack of response made you feel the need to stop talking, but you couldn’t seem to shut up.

           “This is gonna hurt, but that’s what you get when you’re reckless, I guess.”

           “What’s that supposed to mean?” He seethed.

           “Bellamy, not a day goes by that these walls of this tent don’t see you. I am, however, surprised you came to see me and not Clarke.”

           “Clarke was busy.” He replied. He was avoiding eye contact, which hurt you almost as much as the words he was saying. He’s never been this mean before.

           “Then you can wait.” You threw down the tools in your hands onto the tray next to him. ‘First time talking in months, and he’s an even bigger asshole than before…’ You thought.

           You pushed the flap of the tent to the side and stomped outside. You headed to your tent to tell Jacks about it. You didn’t know why you felt the urge to tell Jacks about it. Maybe because it would make Bellamy jealous, and even then you didn’t know why you wanted to make him jealous. You were just so pissed at him that you wanted to make him feel something at least remotely similar to what you were feeling.

           “I mean the nerve of him! Best friends our entire lives and then as soon as we get here, he stops talking to me. And then after months of not speaking, he treats me like shit! He treats the Grounders better than me! No offense…” You ranted to Jacks. He sat listening patiently, and laughed slightly at the last bit.

           “Y/n, he misses you. I mean, you stopped talking to him too.” He replied and you stopped your pacing. You’ve never thought about it like that before. You were just so set on hating him that you hadn’t thought of the damage you had caused.

           “I hate that you’re right.” You sat down next to him.

           “You should go talk to him. If you don’t you’re just going to hate him and yourself even more.” You nodded and reluctantly got up. Your steps were less determined than before.

           Bellamy was still in the med tent, sitting on the bed and trying to stitch himself up. “You’re gonna get an infection if you do it like that.” He peered up at you through his long, untamed hair and then threw down the needle and thread. You picked the needle up and began to work. Neither of you wanted to say anything but wanted to say everything at the same time.

           After about ten minutes of awkward silence, Bellamy finally spoke up. “Look Y/n, I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted.”

           “Bell, it’s not just about earlier, and you know that.” You whispered. You couldn’t find the courage to speak any louder.

           “Yeah I know, but I thought I’d start by apologizing there.”

           “Why did you stop talking to me? Why did everything change when we got to Earth?”

           He shrugged and avoided eye contact. You finished wrapping the bandage around his arm before taking a seat next to him on the bed.

           “Something about the ground has changed us, I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve got my new job and you’ve got that new boyfriend of yours…”

           “Jacks? Bellamy….” You paused and chuckled, “Wait, are you jealous?”

           “Because I care about you! As soon as we got here, you did all you could to get away from me.” He was getting louder.

           “That’s not true. You left me too. You decided to become a leader, decided to put yourself on the line every day, and it drove me crazy worrying about you all the time, so I tried distancing myself.”

           “I didn’t know you felt like that.” He paused. “I guess we’re both in the wrong then. Y/n, I’m sorry.”

           “I love you, Bell. You know that right?” You said.

           “Yeah I do.” He got up from the bed and wrapped his big, warm arms around you. He placed a kiss on the top of your head. You melted into the kiss and hug, remembering how much you missed these little moments with him. You had your best friend back and the smile on your lips couldn’t seem to go away for a while.

I wanna raise you to be like her by bowling for nerds

The 100 | Bellarke - Bellamy Blake x Clarke Griffin | 15k

Summary: “They are my kids, Clarke,” he tells her. “They may get adopted and leave, but they’re mine, and I love them all.” Clarke watches him for a moment longer, and meets his eyes. Maybe she sees that he’s telling the truth, maybe she’s surprised, but she looks to her mug.

“Not a lot of people say that,” she responds.

*

Bellamy was just trying to take care of his sister - but somewhere along the way he bought a building and started his own orphanage. Now he has a house full of kids, running around, getting into trouble, and wanting good homes. Obviously, Bellamy finds himself loving each one of them like his own life.

AO3

Final expression of love for Lana (@marauders-groupie) for creating this and the other two aesthetics, it means a lot Iand I love her.

Knight in Shining Armor

For some reason I really like the idea of Bellamy being the owner of
A bar??? Also really feeling the one-shots lately,
But I appreciate any and all feedback ya’ll give!
Do you like it? Why or why not?

It’s 2 in the morning and Clarke is on the subway heading home after an extremely long day at the hospital. Being the on call resident in a trauma hospital is a grueling job. She leans against the window and vaguely sends out a silent prayer that no one puked on this window today. To be honest though, she’s so tired she doesn’t even care. If someone did puke on this window it wouldn’t be the worst bodily fluid she’d had on her all day.

“Hey baby, long day?” A thick voice drawls out across the aisle, Clarke sits up quickly and her eyes land on a thick man with a beard sitting much closer to her than she felt comfortable. It is only her, this man, and a sleeping form at the other end in the car. “I bet I could help take the edge off,” he slurs out, clearly drunk. Clarke’s back is rigid and her fight or flight instincts are kicking in as she moves to grab the mace in her pocket. Closing her eyes in disbelief she wraps her fingers around the only thing in her pocket; her apartment keys. Turns out she left the mace either at the hospital in her locker or sitting on the small table that she empties her pockets onto every night by her front door. She clenches her hand around the key as the man stands up and moves towards her as the car shudders to a halt. If push comes to shove she’s sure she can at least gouge an eye out with her key.

“Why don’t we get off here and I show you a good time.”

“No thank you,” she answers tartly, her voice sounding much stronger than she feels. Her heart is beating so hard she’s surprised it hasn’t leapt out of her throat.

“That isn’t very polite,” the man drawls out, taking the seat opposite her and leering over at her. Despite herself she can’t help but stare defiantly back at him.

“I’m not a very polite person,” she fires back at him; her voice shakes and the man smiles threateningly at her. The train comes to a stop and with a glance out the window she reads the signs. She’s still far from her stop but she stands anyways, deciding maybe she’ll just wait for the next train instead of sitting on this one with this creepy man. But as she moves to step around him he reaches out and grabs her wrist.

“I’m not done talking, sweetheart.” She tries to yank her arm away in vain and when the man only tightens his grip she swings out with her right hand and, with the keys still gripped tightly in between her fingers, she catches him across the cheek. He lets out a loud, angry roar and shoves her away from him and into the wall behind her. She is vaguely aware of the pain in both her knuckles and in her shoulder blade as the man advances on her, holding her up against the car wall. She feels the train lurch forward as it begins moving again and when she looks back to the end of the car she notices the other person that had been sleeping is gone. Angry tears sprang to her eyes as she blames them for not helping her out in this situation. “I said,” he drawls out slowly, his face is mere centimeters from hers and the alcohol on his breath is so heavy it makes her head spin. “I’m not done talking.”

“I think the lady is done talking to you,” a voice replies coolly directly behind Clarke’s adversary. “You should probably let go of her.” The large man releases Clarke and turns around. Much to her relief, Clarke realizes that the person that had been sleeping at the other end had not, in fact, left her. He was standing against a pole, glancing nonchalantly over at the pair.

“You should probably mind your own business,” the man puffs out his chest and steps towards the younger dark haired guy still leaning against the pole very composed and at ease.

“I will only ask nicely one more time. Leave her alone and go sit down,” though he is speaking in a calm manner Clarke can still hear an edge to his voice. Clarke’s attacker, however, seems to miss this and laughs loudly as he takes another step towards him.

The next scene unfolds so quickly that Clarke barely has time to register what is happening before the drunk man is lying face down in the car with blood pouring from his nose and lip. She looks to the dark haired guy standing over the drunk and blinks, amazed.

“Thank you,” she breathes. The guy nods at her, his chest heaving as he steps towards her. “Your face…” She says vaguely, pointing at his reddening cheek and split lip.

“My face,” he says slowly. “Is fine. Are you okay?” He asks, reaching out and grabbing her hand. She recoils and, unlike the drunk, he releases her hand and raises his own. “Hey, just wanna see if you broke it.” He holds his hand out expectantly and after a short beat she places her own back in his. “Does it hurt if I touch here?” Yes, she winces and he moves his fingers tenderly up her hand and finally says in conclusion, “I don’t think it’s broken. You should probably see a doctor just in case though.”

“I am a doctor,” she says dumbly, pointing at her scrubs. He smiles gently at her and nods.

“Right,” the train comes to a halt and, taking her by the elbow he steers her towards the door.

“This isn’t my stop,” she points out nervously, following him off the car.

“I just assume it’s best if we’re not found in the same car as him, he’ll be up soon anyhow I’m sure.” The car door’s slide shut behind her and before she can protest the train is pulling quickly away from them. “Do you have a friend you could call to come pick you up?”

“I don’t… I don’t have my cell phone,” she answers quickly. Up until tonight she’s never had a reason to take it to work with her. For starters they’re not supposed to have their phones on them at work and besides that the only person she’d need to contact would be her roommate and again, she’s never had a reason to do so. He hands her his phone silently and she quickly dials out Raven’s number.

The phone rings five times and then her voicemail picks up. Instead of leaving a message, Clarke hangs the phone up and hands it back to its owner.

“It’s okay; I can just walk home from here.” She glances up at the street signs and notes that she’s really only about twenty minutes from her street.

“Yeah right,” he snorts. “I can walk you home.”

“That’s really not–”

“Look this will just save us both a lot of time if you don’t argue.” She can’t help it, she smiles.

“Fine,” and she heads off towards her building.

“I’m Bellamy, by the way. And sorry I didn’t step in earlier. It was a long night at the bar.” He runs his hand through his unkempt curls and smiles wearily down at her.

“No, I appreciate what you did.. I’m Clarke,” she says. Silence falls around them and as they near her street the wind picks up significantly; turning the decent night into a chilly one. “So you’re a bartender?” She asks, pulling her jacket collar further up her neck.

“Yep, I own the bar, actually. It’s just a few miles from here, actually.”

“The Rabbit Hole?” He smiles and nods.

“That’s the one.” They come to a stop in front of Clarke’s building and she stops and stares up at him awkwardly.

“Well, this is me. Thanks again, for knocking that guy out. And walking me home.”

“Not a problem.” Clarke nods and glances back up at her apartment building.

“You know, if it isn’t too late for you, I have some coffee upstairs I can make for you; as a thank you.” Bellamy grins at her.

“That really does sound great, but I’m afraid if I don’t turn up at home sometime soon my sister might send out a search party for me. Some other time though?” Clarke nods. “Wonderful. And since you don’t have your phone on you, because you’re a crazy person, here’s my number.” And he takes out a pen from his pocket and jots his number down on the inside of Clarke’s forearm. With a wink and a quick, “Good night, Dr. Clarke,” Bellamy disappears into the dark, leaving Clarke staring after him with a giddy feeling in her chest.

radioactive

The 100 | Bellamy Blake x Clarke Griffin | multi-chapter

AO3

Summary: They came from space. There was an empty vastness that surrounded them their entire lives; glistening stars and a sun that they had to shield their eyes from. They were delinquents, holed up in a Sky Box prison, sitting side by side and waiting for their retrial – waiting to find out if they would die or be left to join the stars, out in the distance.

It was their unique combination of solar radiation in space, and the nuclear radiation still swarming around Earth after the war, ninety-seven years beforehand, that would change them.

But they didn’t know that yet.

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Inspired @rashaka‘s post: “AU: When the 100 land on the surface, the radiation has an unpredicted side effect on some of the group…superpowers.”

Chapter 1 (Blake Griffin fanfic)

Hi guys! Here’s the new fanfic I’m working on, this is only a snippet of chapter 1. I’ll post the rest depending on if people actually like the story. It’s 2am so I didn’t have time to proof read so sorry for any mistakes! Feedback would be greatly appreciated! Xx



As I was walking towards table 7 I could’ve sworn that my heart stopped beating for a second, were Blake Griffin and Deandre Jordan actually here or am I just seeings things?
“Stop being so stupid” I thought to my self, “ofcourse their here!”
With every step I took my heart rate increased and the palms of my hands were getting so sweaty that I had to continually wipe my hands on my pants. “Why did I pick today out of all seven days not to wear makeup?!” I thought. Deandre AND Blake are going to see me looking like a character straight out of the movie ‘Rise Of The Planet Of Apes’ “great” I thought to myself “just great.” As I was thinking of all the things that could possibly go wrong I was interrupted by a extremely deep and sexy voice belonging to none other than Blake Griffin. “Excuse me” Blake said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, when I snapped back into reality I just realized that I almost walked right past their table! What the hell was wrong with me!? I turned around to face their table, my face was strawberry red by now! “Hello, welcome to Dan Tana’s home to the finest Italian cuisine! My name is Bianca, what would you guys like to eat today?” Blake cleared his throat and said “You look so damn familiar, do I know you?” I sighed and looked blake straight in the eyes and asked him “ Do you watch porn?”

When I first met her I could see the ember crackle in her eyes,
I could sense that she was strong
No, I knew she was strong
She was more than strong, she was  audacious; and it was intimidating
I could see all that passion raging inside of her, but was hiding behind the curtain of demure.

After her quiet nature slowly started to peel away like scraping dried oil paint on a pallet ,
I saw that she was stubborn, and would take a stand for what she believed in
She stood up to me, and everyone else who tried to put her fire out with the rushing water of doubt and anger
I admired that,
I admired and respected that she could hold her own
But god, did that drive me crazy.

Things were slowly shifting between her and I with time,
I could still feel the stiffening tension between us,
We would clash like ocean waves on a stormy night,
We would clench our jaws and balled our fists at each other in frustration,
We would sometimes howl at each other like angry power hungry wolves,
But at the end of the night as I laid awake in bed
I still could see that she was courageous, and I respected that 

As several beating hot days and chilled nights went by things started to change
No, we started to change,
I could feel the storm that constantly went on between us
Turn into the first day of spring, infused with harmonic energy
Soon the dirt and grim began to dissolve, and revealed her true beauty

She was very beautiful on the outside with her hair the color of sunshine, and her smile gentle as a doe
But what made her beautiful was her powerful leadership skills,
How she would put all her energy into healing with her bare hands,
And with those healing hands, she would create her own universe with her gift of art
The way she carries herself in a serious matter, but under her ice she is warm as a summer, with a heart soft as cashmere.
She was the princess of intelligence and hope,  
The daughter of Athena

Then one day she began to slip through my fingers like sand,
The shadows began to engulf her 
A evil beast was trying her claw away from the inside,
It tried to rip her apart from the inside out,
There was a never ending storm raging inside her chest,
Her eyes grew lifeless like drooping sunflowers begging for water,
Her face looked like the grey skies on a rainy day,
I was loosing her,
I was loosing my princess,

She started to grow fragile with glass bones, and salty eyes
The flesh ripping beast was so close to eating her away,
With every guilt filled sob that escaped her lips, her ribs would crack and her heart would swell
She was so exhausted and I could tell she wanted to lay down in the grass and all into a slumber for 1,000 years,
She was now the Queen of Saturn,
But I could still see that ember she had the first day I met her,
The fire was small as the flicker on a candle, but it was still there
It was my job to keep her fire lit

I did everything I could to make her feel less alone,
I would brush her cascading golden strands out of her face and smile,
I stood by her side no matter what, lacing my fingers with hers in support
I would look into her flickering sea foam colored eyes stained blood shot from crying, and tell her that I forgive her
Despite her trials and errors, I will always forgive her
Because she has done that for me
She has been there for me in the times where I hid in the shadows

After that I really did loose her
I will never forget the loss I felt that evening 
It felt like my stomach was free falling as she planted a lingering kiss on my cheek
Her kiss was sweet as rose nectar, but I could feel her lips lightly trembling with intense sadness
She murmured softly “ May we meet again ” her voice sounding like a mellifluous lullaby

I wanted to stop her, I wanted to beg for her to stay with me,
Not just with me, but with us; her people
The people she raised into brave fighters, and loyal soldiers.
But she was her own woman, she was an independent soul,
As someone who deeply cares about her I let her go,
If you truly love something set it free, if it comes back to you its meant to be yours,
I got to see her glowing radiance one last time before she turned her back to me, 
Then she disappeared into the dark forest as her silhouette vanished
I don’t know when I’ll see her again, or if I will ever see her again
But what I do know, is that I lost my princess that day

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Bellamy Blake on Clarke Griffin

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