I know I give Murphy a lot of shit (and I will keep so, because obvs reasons) but damn that scene in 316 when Emori stutters a crushed and broken “John?” and he flies across the room like jet rocket and sweeps her into his arms and hugs her desperately—
I’m very romantic about the idea that Clarke and Bellamy have essentially been reforged on earth as two people who share the same burdens and responsibilities, the same pain and same regrets and same hope.
One could say remade or reborn but I like reforged, because they were unique people on the Ark already, with their own tragedies already shaping them. They each begin the show with drama affecting their mindset. But landing together on Earth, joining their talent and strength… it reforged them. Adapt or die. Both of them were constantly tempered and shaped and altered by new drama since landing, in ways that often seem like only the other person can truly witness and understand. Bellamy and Clarke are larger than life characters, both starting out as prisoners and victims, then both reforged on Earth into stronger, braver versions of themselves.
After all, what things are forged?
Shields to protect.
Weapons to harm.
Tools to build.
Inner character to grow.
In many ways this applies to the entirety of the delinquents and the Sky People, but Clarke and Bellamy in particular went through it together. The same goals, the same hopes, the same regrets. Circumstances have made them into tragic heroes, and the connection they share is as deep as romance, as deep as friendship, as deep as family. In time it may become all of those things at once, but in 316 we have Clarke and Bellamy as they are now:
Trust and consent. Belief and care. A hand reaching out for a hand…and finding it, holding it, squeezing it tight.
this was new. It had started out as an innocent gaming night at Yoosung’s in
which both Seven and him would play some Mario Party, watch a movie if they
weren’t too tired already and then go to sleep.
Maybe Yoosung should’ve expected things
to go differently since it was Seven who
he was going to hang out with. Even though they’d done this plenty of times before,
hell, maybe it pretty much become a weekly thing for them because Seven already
had a few spare boxers over at his place and apparently a hidden stash of
Buddha chips that Yoosung had yet to find.
their game nights usually had a standard cycle in which Seven would arrive at
least an hour late, poke him everywhere until Yoosung would screech out for him
to stop, lounge on his bed before Yoosung would drag him away, and then they’d
game until one of them would fall asleep.
It didn’t matter that they were
boyfriends, or anything. Nope. Their relationship hadn’t changed at
for the occasional kiss, which would make Yoosung curl up and die.
instead of letting himself get pulled off the bed as usual, Seven had given a
harsh tug and Yoosung ended up landing on top of him with a rather loud
Sure, they had hugged a few
times, “manly hugs,” as Seven liked to call them, but this was hugging on
a whole new level. This was cuddling.
had re-positioned both of them so they were lying on their sides, facing each
other but his hand was on Yoosung’s side, his thumb gently massaging his
waist. It was probably one of the most intimate moments they had ever
experienced together and Yoosung was trying really hard not to melt under
Seven’s soft gaze.
hand on his waist felt really warm, even through his shirt, and Yoosung kind of
wanted it to stay there forever.
foreheads were almost pressed together and Yoosung closed his eyes to
enjoy this moment to the fullest.
you remember when you used to think you were straight?”
Yoosung opened his eyes and stared up at
his cheeky boyfriend, very offended. “Seven,
“Sorry, but we’re being very gay right
now and it just made me think of you constantly complaining that you’d never
had a girlfriend before and look
where we are!”
That bastard was so enjoying
this because he was wearing the biggest smirk and his eyes sparkled
mischievously behind his striped glasses and Yoosung was so done.
poke war ensued but Yoosung was easily overpowered by Seven grabbing both of
his wrists and tutting down at him. “You shouldn’t treat your boyfriend
like that. I’m hurt, Yoosungie.”
“You literally always poke
but I have special permission.”
“Just like I have special permission to
do…” Seven looked down at Yoosung’s exposed stomach due to their wriggling
and shifting and oh shit. “this.”
let go of him in an instant and practically glued his hands to Yoosung’s tummy,
scratching and scribbling and Yoosung arched his back in response.
A bark of laughter filled the air,
followed by more breathy heaps of laughter and yips as Seven tickled him
mercilessly. Yoosung slapped at his hands, rolled around, kicked his legs,
curled up, but nothing helped because Seven’s hands were too experienced. Right because
sometimes this was part of the cycle and Yoosung hated it.
was only a matter of seconds before Yoosung was completely stuck between his
own sheets and Seven’s body, his torso under attack of those menacing
Yoosung shrieked out in vain, throwing his head back because he was laughing so
hard but Seven completely ignored him and used this opportunity to blow a
raspberry on his now bare neck.
totally effective,” his boyfriend said in this dumb low voice and did it a few
more times until Yoosung almost headbutted him in the process. “I guess
I’ll be safer if I go for your knees.”
As if struck by lightening, Yoosung
jolted upwards and scrambled towards the edge of the bed. “No, no, no, no!”
course Seven was having none of that and grabbed one of his ankles, lazily
dragging him back until he could sit on his legs. Yoosung started pounding his
fists on Seven’s back when he felt the first few squeezes on his kneecaps because if they went to that spot—
“Seveeeeheeeeeen! No, pffff— Ah!
Let me go!”
“Poor little Yoosung is too ticklish for his own good,” Seven sang loudly to overpower his boyfriend’s whiny laughter as he scribbled his fingers all over the backs of his knees and thighs. “Also, your laugh is way too cute and I need to hear it at least twenty times a day, so would you be so kind to remind me to tickle you all the time?”
A squeal was all he got in response. “I totally agree. Mario Party can wait because tickling you is way more fun.”