Happy Birthday @enoughtotemptme! Keeping the tradition alive, here is your birthday ficlet. Remember when I said not canon? Woops. Future fic/au/etc. - you know the drill. Happy birthday love! <3
When Bellamy winces for the third time in as many minutes, Clarke decides she’s had enough.
“Alright, get up.” Ignoring his protests, she rounds the fire and pulls him into a seated position, trying to shove the jacket off his shoulders. He does nothing to help, just sitting there and giving her an infuriating smirk.
“Y’know princess, if I’d known you wanted to—”
“Shut up,” she warns through gritted teeth. “You need to let me look at your arm. Right. Now.”
The smirk disappears. “Clarke, it’s a scratch—”
“A scratch that won’t let you sleep.” She glares at him, and he glares right back. After fifteen very unproductive seconds, Clarke reaches further down and digs her thumb into his forearm. Bellamy swears, loudly.
She folds her ams. “Jacket off.”
Still glaring, he shrugs his arm out, but she doesn’t miss the beads of sweat that trickle from his forehead. He thrusts his arm in her direction.
“Bellamy…” she shakes her head as she takes in the swelling. Just a scratch, indeed. Sighing, she looks at him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Bellamy,” Clarke tilts her head, trying to catch his eye. “You are important. Therefore this is important. Okay?”
He makes a soft sound; it could be a laugh, but it’s too rueful for that. When Bellamy looks up, there’s such a stark sadness on his face that Clarke almost forgets about his arm. “Why do you always do that?” He asks.
“Why do you always say everything except what you actually mean?”
Taken aback, she just stares. “I…”
Bellamy shakes his head and looks off into the trees. “Nevermind.”
“No, Bellamy, I—”
“Nevermind,” he says again, still holding his arm out.
In silence, she treats the infected wound and binds it carefully, forcing herself to pay attention to the work in front of her and not his words ringing in her mind. Was she really guilty of shielding herself that much when it came to him?
“Well, I have a strong sense of myself. That gives me a sense of security, you know? If I define myself by things that are always changing, like the public’s opinion or what I’m doing, there’s no stability in that.”
It’s my birthday today so here are some birthday headcanons
Ruby wants to have fun and adventure for her birthday so Yang organises a scavenger hunt for her every year. It ends with a campfire, marshmallows and stories of adventures.
Weiss invites her friends for dinner. Something fancy she ordered. Good food, good conversations. Laughter and warm words.
Yang throws a big party. A long summer night in her backyard, barbecue and sweet lemonade.
Blake doesn’t want anything big, maybe invites her closest friends for tea and cake. An afternoon shared with the people she loves most.
Mercury never even wanted to celebrate his birthday, he has no positive memory of that day and he couldn’t care less. Emerald got him a cake anyway. A small one. The nicest thing anyone had ever done for him.