Bellarke Fic were Bellamy finds out when Clarke’s birthday is and makes her her a ring or bracelet or picks her a flower or something?? :) - cause she should still celebrate her birthday even if it’s the apocalypse :) THANKYOU
Wow, k, so I saved this ask in my drafts and now it won’t post which is super cute. Sorry, anon. Anyway, I wrote this fairly quickly? It was just fun to write lmao. ALSO ty @bcnightsquad for inspiring me with the drinking game vignette you sent <3
Fandom: The 100 Pairing: Bellarke Rating: G Words: 1,381
Bellamy shouldn’t have expected to beat Clarke at pong. He saw her obliterate everyone at every alcohol fueled game during their time at the Dropship, but for some reason he still agreed to play against her tonight. He’s not bad, and she’s had to down a few of her own cups thanks to him, but Clarke has hardly missed a shot. Before he knows it, Bellamy is chugging his last cup in defeat.
“You know,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “seeing as I’m a member of the guard, the legal drinking age is twenty one, and you’re only seventeen, I could arrest you right now if I wanted to.”
With a roll of her eyes, Clarke aims the browned, bent ping pong ball they used to play at Bellamy’s head. “First of all, age restrictions stopped being enforced the day one hundred kids were sent to Earth without adult supervision,” Clarke reminds him. It’s not a written rule but Bellamy supposes it’s true. Age is obsolete when all that matters is survival. “Second,” Clarke continues, “I’m eighteen.”
“Still not of age,” counters Bellamy. He tosses the ping pong ball back to her.
“Must we revisit my first point?”
Clarke’s age has never been something Bellamy focused on. She’s wiser than the oldest Arkadian and more mature than most adults. If her youthful features didn’t play a factor in Bellamy’s perception of her, he would assume she’s the most ancient person on the planet. It’s easy to forget that in reality, the only reason Clarke is on Earth at all is because she was just a kid.
And now she’s not.
Age isn’t important on the ground, birthdays even less so, but people are important. Clarke is important. Especially to Bellamy.
How could he have possibly missed her birthday?
“Since when have you been eighteen?” Bellamy asks.
Clarke shrugs, walking over to the other end of the table to stand with him. “Since Mount Weather, I think. Could have been before that. The council forgot to supply us with calendars.”
“Not that Priamfaya would spare me if I were still seventeen.”
“You’re literally turning a conversation about your birthday into a discussion about the end of the world.”
“My birthday was months ago, Bellamy.” Any humor Clarke wears slips from her face as she steps into his space. She stares him dead in the eyes when she says “the apocalypse is now.”
Trying for comfort, Bellamy slides his knuckles along the path between her elbow and shoulder. “You really know how to lighten the mood, Princess.”
Frowning, Clarke conks her head against his shoulder and rests it there. Into his sleeve she mumbles a halfhearted “shut up.”
what is the wedding bracelet thing about? in that last anon ask you answered? would you mind explaining, sorry to be a bother
ahere we go, i kinda wanna talk about this forever (definitely not a bother, anon!)
so, july 2014, Jay and Dan got married, and the entirety of one direction descended on the wedding. (except zayn, he was at a camp with perrie’s family, moving on)
liam was there with sophia (mr. and mrs. bond, anyone?)
niall was there playing some golf
and drinking some beer (as you do, when you are niall)
and then we have mr. harry styles, perfect little snowflake, getting his titties out, its a black tie posh wedding but i am cute, i dont care, my titties need air, dont you dare
just casually chatting to sophia about their boyfriends who are both in one direction, did you know?
i dont know if this funnier because of the poster’s url or in spite of it
the jay-dan wedding is important in the larry fandom because of the timing, it was in the middle of the louis-and-harry-hate-each-other-larries-ruined-their-friendship phase of PR, oh but look who jay was introducing to everyone nearest and dearest
i kind of love their relationship (oooh daisy and pheobe in the foreground being so beautiful)
and this beautiful moment nearly five years in the making:
this is louis’ grandad, jay’s father
they have met before, anne too
and grandpa has always loved louis’ boyfriend platonic bandmate bro pal
they’re exclusive members of the ‘cheer-on-louis-tomlinson-playing-football’ club
so this is extra extra beautiful, that while evryone else got smiles,harry got hugs
the rest of the tomlinsons contributed too; this is lottie sharing a photo of her “hair” (and her brother’s “harry”, but whatever)
the tomlinsons wouldnt know subtle if it hit them in the face, but i will move on to the wrist band
so all the wedding guests were apparently required to wear this wrist band, preumably for security reasons
and even after the wedding was over, harry kept his on for days
we get it harry, it is important to you, that wedding was important to you
antis ask, “was it? maybe he just couldnt be bothered to take it off, maybe he couldnt find scissors to shear it off.”
you see, in september 2014, louis plays a charity football match in the UK, and after the newly instigated larry talk since the wedding, harry needs to be seen away, NOT AT THE FOOTBALL MATCH.
sure enough, the day before the match, harry is mobbed at LAX (which celebrity goes through airports without security? i swear i want to have words with his management team)
and what is on his bag? the frayed wedding wrist band from jay’s wedding
let it sink in that - in the middle of concert, harry ran backstage to pull off the fraying wrist band and keep it safe, so that he can pull it out and tie it VISIBLY to his bag later - let that sink in for a little bit, go on, we have time.
She starts at his voice, and the moment she turns to face him, her eyes lock on the watch that he extends to her. She huffs out a shaky breath, and a smile spreads across her face wider than any he’s ever seen from her. He tries not to wonder why the sight of it and the knowledge that he put it there makes his stomach flip.
Two times Bellamy returns Clarke’s father’s watch to her, and one time he doesn’t.
The first time he
notices it, Bellamy is kneeling over a sorry looking pile of wood, vigorously
moving his hands back and forth over a stick in a futile attempt to start a
fire. He’s been at the task for nearly an hour, his palms rubbed raw and
colored an angry red, and he can feel frustration pooling at the pit of his
stomach. He swears under his breath when the twig snaps against the wood
beneath it yet again, and he reaches for a new one.
He doesn’t look up
when she kneels next to him.
says, and he bristles at the amount of pity she’s able to fit into one
“I don’t want your
He hears her sigh,
his eyes never leaving the spot where wood meets wood, rubbing even faster in
the hopes that smoke will appear. It doesn’t.
“That stuff is too
damp,” she says. “It’ll take a few more days before we stop feeling the effects
of that rain storm.”
He doesn’t answer,
hands working ever harder and making his shoulders burn with the effort. It’s
been a long day, and he can feel the chill in the air that warns of the coming
winter. He knows that if they don’t find better shelter, better blankets, more
plentiful food sources, if he can’t figure
out how to make a goddamn fire, surviving the Grounders won’t matter.
They’ll freeze to death before the Ark ever has a chance to make it to the
Clarke places a
hand softly over one of his, finally bringing it to a stop.
The glint of
sunshine off its glass is what brings his attention to it, reflecting a patch
of light onto his own dark skin just next to it. The watch is loose on her
wrist, allowing it to slide a bit further down the fair skin of her arm until
it catches just above a small freckle that peeks out from beneath her
shirtsleeve. Though the fabric of the band is frayed and the glass is cracked,
it’s still more luxurious than anything his family would have dreamed of
affording on the Ark.
He snaps at her
before he can stop himself.
“A Princess should
always have her jewels.”
Her head whips up
at the comment, eyes wide. The hurt he finds in her gaze sends a pang of guilt
through his gut, but the look is gone as quickly as it appears when she turns
her stare back to the char mark on the wood in front of them. Bellamy swallows
his apology, an awkward silence filling the space between them. He’s not sure
how long it lasts, maybe two minutes, maybe thirty, before Clarke speaks again.