stars, hide your fires
*me, coming out of the woodwork that is writer’s block* here have some ‘bellamy gets a make over and a happy ending’ fic
wc: 4 680
rated e | read on ao3
Clarke manages to last a grand total of three days before cracking.
“Alright that’s enough,” she says, slamming her book down with more force than necessary.
Bellamy just looks up, startled at her outburst, and blinks owlishly. “What’s enough?” he asks.
“You’ll see,” she mutters, grabbing his book and tossing it in the corner with hers. She ignores his soft cry of outrage and yanks him up, pulling him behind her.
It’s not a surprise that he’s changed in the past six years– they’ve all changed, whether it be appearance wise or personality, and Clarke had been ready for it. She’s changed too, using her time on earth to face some very harsh truths and learn how to finally be honest with herself.
But while she braced herself to come face to face with the people she once knew, it was Bellamy’s changed that stuck with her the most.
Personality wise he was mostly the same, still good at giving rousing speeches and wielding a rifle like it was just an extension of his arm, but he’s simmered down a bit, stopped being so impulsive and hot headed.
That’s not what was bothering her though.
No, it was the physical changes.
More specifically, his hair and the pathetic excuse for a beard he grew.
Clarke has grown enough over the past few years to admit that one of her favourite Bellamy Blake features was his mass of rumpled curls, the eternal bed hair that graced the top of his head, just another one of those things that painted him as the past rebel king.
(And okay, yeah, it was kinda hot, especially when paired with the rakish grin that comes out to play when he wants to get things done his way.)
“Seriously?” he huffs when she shoulders open the door to the bathroom inside the bunker.
“I’m surprised you can still see with all that hair in your eyes,” she grumbles, letting the door fall shut behind them. “You need a haircut.”