First off love your writing on AO3! I know you occasionally take prompts -Just heard the Ed Sheeran song Perfect and I think it would be great inspiration for a bellarke reunion fic if you're interested. Either way- have a great week!
First off thank you bc that’s very kind of you! Secondly, nobody @ me i know this is not even remotely plausible for how s5 will go I AM AWARE but i’m going to do what i want
“Stay sharp,” Bellamy mutters, wishing he had a rifle in his hands.
Murphy snorts, a sound that makes everyone else flinch.
“Less than ten hours on the ground and he’s already picked up his favorite catchphrase.”
Bellamy shoots him a look, more for the volume than the teasing.
“I guess that means we’re really back,” Harper agrees, giving the others a grin.
A chorus of whoops interrupts whatever clever retort sits poised on the tip of Raven’s tongue. They’d been making good time, moving through the sparse forest in the general direction they thought the bunker might lie, and getting pretty close over the course of the day. To their surprise, not long after nightfall, the raucous sounds of a party had begun to reach their ears. Sounds Bellamy hasn’t heard since that first week on earth, when the delinquents at the dropship had done… well, whatever the hell they wanted.
Octavia, he’d thought instantly, and then every long-buried instinct from six years ago rebelled against the thought. It would be too simple for him to get to reunite with his sister on his first day back on earth. He can’t trust it, not when easy is a concept life on the ground is unfamiliar with.
Of course they were going to check it out, but he wasn’t getting his hopes up. If it is O, he’ll be overwhelmingly glad. If it’s not, he’ll maybe have avoided being devastated. Or so he tells himself.
A drum pounds low and steady, rattling their bones as they draw closer to the source of the noise. Music. Who would have thought? He half expects it to be something he recognizes, rigged up by an ex-Arker, but it doesn’t seem to be a recording. One rhythm blends into another, different tones and timbres nearly, but not quite, drowning out the chatter of a crowd, delighted exclamations and unbridled laughter.
“Not exactly hiding, are they?” Echo whispers. Bellamy would admonish her for making noise, but they’re close enough now that the sound of drums gives them cover.
“Who else would be around to hear them?” Emori points out. “Until a few hours ago, they were literally the only people alive in this part of the earth.”
“So let’s go meet the neighbors,” says Bellamy, crossing the rest of the distance toward the noise and flickering firelight until he can see the clearing through a gap in the trees.