Hello i wrote an ending that we actually deserved with bellamy closure. This is my first time writing fic for this ship so hope i did them justice. Enjoy đ¤
When Clarke arrives at Sanctum, sheâs greeted only by Picasso. She rummages through the palace, the farmhouse, looking for any signs of human life. She knows she wonât find anyâ there was never any person who even came close to committing as many atrocities as Clarke has. And to those who come close, well, theyâre already dead.
She finally gives up and goes back to the throne room. She slumps against the wall, sinking to the floor with Picasso at her side. Her eyes follow the ground to the spot she was last time she was on the planet, and a pang aches in her chest.
The blood is gone. Sheâs assuming they took him to Nakara. She heard that the planet was a graveyardâ Gabriel had mentioned it in passing.
âPicasso, stay. Iâll be right back,â she scratches the dog behind the ears and puts on the helmet. She takes a deep breath and punches in the code for the ice planet.
Nothing much has changed since she last left Nakara. The cold air bites at her cheeks immediately when she takes her helmet off, but it doesnât bother her. She wonât be long.
âBellamy, if youâre somewhere on this planet, if you can hear meâŚâ she starts, feeling a lump unwillingly form at the back of her throat. âYou were right about transcendence⌠You just wanted peaceâ Iâm glad everyone got that, and I hope you did, too.â
She bites the inside of her cheek, letting her tears fall into the fresh snow. âI killed you. I killed you and you didnât deserve that. You saved me from deathâ brought me back to lifeâ and thatâs how I repaid you. I understand why I failed the test. But youâ you would have passed it. I know you would have.â
âI donât deserve forgiveness. I know that. Even if you can somehow hear me, I want you to know Iâm not asking for forgiveness. Iâm just here to say Iâm sorry. Iâm paying the price for it now, arenât I? The only human left in the universe,â she laughs bitterly. âThereâs part of me that wishes we ran away when you asked me to. Maybe we would have been incinerated by Praimfaiya, but I know we wouldâve been happy. We couldâve been so happy, Bell,â her lip quivers as she shakes her head. âBut I donât regret anything. I wouldnât have met Madi.â
âYou know, I donât think I ever told you just how much I loved you. Finn knew, Lexa knew⌠But you? God, Bell. I loved you so much. And you never knew. Thatâs one of my biggest mistakesâ never letting you just how much I loved you.â
Sheâs unsure if sheâs shivering due to the cold, or if itâs just her body responding to the raw emotions pulsing through her blood. She kneels to the ground, letting her fingers brush the snow.
The last of her tears fall as she takes one deep breath.
âIn peace, may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again.â
Picassoâs gold fur disappears down the ravine, out of sight from Clarke. Earth is green and lush again, free to breathe without the threat of human corruption.
She follows the brief flashes of gold through the forest until it clears, revealing the shoreline of a vast lake. The air is clean, water is clear, and she can even hear the singing of birds in the distance.
The first to hug her is Raven, then Murphy. One by one, she embraces them, tears threatening her eyes.
âBut you transcended,â Clarke says in disbelief, tears threatening her eyes.
âThey told us transcendence is a choice, Clarke,â Raven says, holding her hands firmly. âAnd we chose to live.â
She gives her a shaky smile before they finally envelop her in a group hug, and, god, sheâs so relieved that she isnât alone. Not again.
But even though she feels the love from her friends, itâs bittersweet. Thereâs no hope for humanity. Life is supposed to be more than survival, but she canât help but wonder if thatâs true when every person sheâs ever loved is no longer in her reach. For the first time, sheâs not sure what to live for. Her friends share different bonds to each other than she ever had. Different types of connections. Familial, romantic. Thereâs a piece of her missing without Bellamy, without Madi. All that was left of her familyâ gone, because of her.
âI know you never felt like we were family, but we are now,â Murphy whispers low in her ear. She doesnât know how he knows exactly what sheâs thinking, but she accepts it. âWeâre all weâve got to live for now, Clarke. Humanity be damned.â
She lets out a weak laugh, ignoring the ache in her chest. âThanks, cockroach.â
Her friends release her from the hug, a mess of limbs untangling in her periphery, except for Octavia, who lingers by her side.
âMadiâs not in pain anymore. She wanted to stay⌠She likes the peace,â Octavia reassures her, rubbing her back lovingly. âShe was the key to transcendence and she made her choice. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you, Clarke.â
Clarke nods, devastated, but she understands. âThank youâ for everything, Octavia.â
âYou know, I didnât see Bellamy there,â Octavia says, eyes dropping to the ground. âHe was right about everything. It doesnât seem fair that he never got to transcend,â her tone is wistful, somber. âI just hope that heâs proud of me, wherever he is.â
Clarke hugs her again, this time longer, feeling the weight of her friendâs words fall on her shoulders. She makes a mental note to take Octavia to Nakara to say a proper goodbye just like she had. Then, they can make a proper memorial.
She can accept Madiâs choice, knowing that sheâs happy, but she never gave Bellamy the opportunity, and thatâs something she has to live with forever. She knows one day sheâs going to have to stop the guilt from consuming her, but she has the rest of her life to learn.
When they part, she sees a speck in the distance coming towards them from the horizon. Her first instinct is to draw her gun, but she doesnât have one.
Instead, she squints her eyes and looks on, until finally the object comes into focus, and suddenly, her knees buckle, voice caught in her throat.
Her legs carry her forward until finally she sees himâ all of him, clean shaven, curls wild atop his head, pretty freckles like stars on his skin, brown eyes warm and beautiful. This doesnât feel real.
In his arms, she heaves a sob, trying to catch her breath like her lungs are fighting for air. He tightens his hold on her, letting her cry into the crook of his neck. She has so many questions, but for now, she decides at this moment that she wants to stay in his embrace forever, even if he isnât real.
âYouâre not real, are you?â she sobs, burying her face into his skin.
For what feels like forever, he just holds her, gently rocking her against his body. He breaks apart eventually, wiping her tears with the pads of his thumbs. âLook at me, Clarke.â
The warmth in his eyes confuses her. She wants to confess everythingâ everything she said on Nakara, every damn thing she radioâd him for six years. Like time is running out.
âItâs okay, I forgive you,â he whispers.
âI donât understand, Bellamy,â she shakes her head, âI donât deserve forgiveness, especially from you.â
âI have every right in the world to be mad at you,â he admits. âBut I choose forgiveness. I choose you, Clarke.â
This time, she musters a smile of relief, tears streaming down her cheeks as she throws her arms around his neck.
She inhales his smell, and her heart aches. She canât remember the last time she felt this happy, and she's desperate to cling onto this feeling for as long as she can. âPlease let this be real. I love you, Bell, I canât let you go again.â
His lips meet her temple, and his voice, deep and full of trust, promises her one thing.
âIâm not going anywhere. Canât get rid of me that easily, not this time.â
She can feel the quirk of his smile press against her skin, and for the first time in a long time, she starts to feel like everythingâs going to be alright.
Behind them, Octaviaâs voice breaks up their reunion, and Clarkeâs heart soars because that means Bellamy really is real.