3. Any kinks they clash on?

Clarke realizes she likes it kind of rough. Not just the bed shaking, hard fucking that they’ve gotten really good at, but she likes the feeling of Bellamy holding her down, matching her strength with his, his hoarse laugh when she playfully twists free and he bears her back down into the mattress. Her mind wanders down darker lanes of fantasy she’s never tried but is curious too. Her fingers are drawn to the rope that they tie of sacks of grain with, mend fences with, and she wonders what it would be like for Bellamy to tie her wrists with this, immobilize her so he can fuck her however he wants and all she could do would be to stay still and present for it, giving and taking in a wonderful, inescapable way. 

She tells Bellamy, finally, what she wants, and she sees it on his face how far from into it he is. The thing is, he has no issue being a little rough with her, he knows she’s strong enough to take it, and both of them like the finger shaped bruises that map across both their bodies. But when she offers him the soft rope, Bellamy baulks.

She gets it, she thinks, even as she tries to quell the disappointment. They’ve each witness the other battered and beaten and restrained in violence so many times before. For Clarke, it would freeing to trust Bellamy to tie her up and be good to her. For Bellamy, it comes too close to the dark, dangerous parts of himself that he still can’t quite reckon. He knows he’d never hurt her, that realistically, it could be fun. But every time he thinks of it, he sees Clarke, younger, more vulnerable in ways neither of them knew back them, with rope and chain and even cuff marks biting into her skin. 

9. Quickest turn ons? Immediate turn offs?

It’s funny, that as much as they themselves are somewhat two sides of the same coin, the head to the others heart and the heart to the other’s head, the physical side of their relationship holds oddly similar dualities. Words get them hot. The sounds they make, even when they have to muffled and mindful of Madi in the next room, it drives them both crazy. “Fuck, look at you,” and “god, just- just- like that with your tongue,” and “Getting close? No come on, you can take a little more” and “oh my fucking god Bellamy,” -- sometimes Clarke thinks they could take each other off with minimal touching, and half of her is curious to try.

It’s silence that turns them off. Or more than that, non responsiveness. It’s never really intended to happen, but sometimes, given what they’ve been through, memories surface at inconvenient times. They’re not always bad, but certain touches conjure old lovers, a oddly phrased comment or subtle movement can make de ja vu damaging. There’s nothing worse than realizing you’re fucking someone who has suddenly, unintentionally checked out. It’s happened to both of them, and the deep, gut wrenching guilt and horror of it usually kills whatever vibe they’ve got going that night. 

the scene where clarke is looking up and the camera goes up to the sky and bellamy is looking down at earth out the window. OKKKKKK

A|N: Prompt is a little tweaked, but I hope you like it! x

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Clarke’s new neighbor is… a bit of a mystery, to say to least.

He’s moved in for close to a month now, and other than the Blake carved on his mailbox, she knows next to nothing about him. But from what she can tell, he seems to be kind of a grump— blasting NPR at all hours of the night, only emerging from his house from time to time to retrieve packages and clear his garbage. Plus, there’s an actual sign on his lawn that says ‘no solicitors’, like he’s some sort of modern day scrooge or something, which she’s pretty sure is an indicator of his massive assholishness.

So yeah, she’ll admit that it’s a little unexpected to catch him jumping into a pile of leaves one fine Tuesday.

It happens out of nowhere, really— one minute he’s raking leaves, his dog pacing the length of the fence— and the next minute he’s just buried in them, reddish gold leaves fluttering everywhere and drifting into her yard.

If she didn’t know any better, she would have assumed that he slipped or something, but there’s this huge, wide grin on his face; striking in a way that makes her lift her head from her sketchpad. It changes his face entirely, makes him look boyish, almost, and objectively, she’ll admit that her new neighbor is unreasonably attractive.

Still, she doesn’t even realize that she’s staring until he’s looking right at her— brow cocked and a frown twisting at his lips.

It’s an effort to keep a straight face, considering how his ears are flushed red, hands planted on his hips as if to convey his indignation at her having witnessed his moment of fun. Relenting, she waves, shooting him a cheery smile, “You okay there?”

He blinks over at her, the corners of his lips lifting slightly. “Yeah,” he says finally, clearing at his throat. “I, uh. Slipped. Cerberus got in the way.”

i hate to be THAT PERSON but will there be some bellarke? not that i wouldn't read otherwise because your becho stuff is an enjoyable read too! i just want to know what i'm getting into lol

AHHHHHH thank you so much!  It’s always so nice to hear when people liked it! I hope you like Bewitching Desire, because Linnea/Jack was a serious labor of love for me (and I have a soft spot for Linnea, as difficult as she may be.)

For those who are wondering, you can find links to my original stuff here, and if you’re so inclined, you can leave a review on amazon or goodreads, which is the best way to get the word out!

In response to this gifset, @bellsqueen said “The first set from season 1 is Clarke telling Bellamy that she knows he's a good person, so act like it. ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Then the second one from s4 also mentions that everything stupid he did was for Octavia but the context and the delivery is so much more romantic. And I can’t get over how Clarke is like, telling Bellamy how big his heart is and it’s clear that she loves that about him and I have to lay down ok.”

And I’m over here flailing because YES, BABE, YES. THAT’S WONDERFUL. It’s interesting that they keep returning to that too, from s1 to now. They put a lot of effort this season into callbacks, and when they went for this call back, they picked this particular aspect of Bellamy to say, this is what Clarke admires about him. She sees that he loves others, gets his strength from loving others, and that’s what defines him in her eyes. Even when she warns him that it’s not always enough, that he needs to be logical too, she still touches his chest reverentially while her gaze goes soft.

I think one could point to a subtle difference too, that Bellamy sees this quality in himself as being defining as well. But when he reflects on his actions, he thinks he’s driven by responsibility and by being a protector.  Clarke looks at that same quality and sees him as being driven by love, by his heart.  As much as I chafe sometimes about how we the fandom lean too much into this head/heart analogy about Bellarke, and make it cover TOO much of their character… I do think it’s kind of lovely when you look at it as a meta-expression of how they see each other in terms of love. Not as a simplified explanation of what they’re talented at, but it being what they admire in each other.  

If “I got you for that” is Bellamy saying he admires the opposite in Clarke, even leans on it… I think he sees her ‘head’ decisions as not intellect but wisdom.  And I need to watch the finale again but I'm gonna make a light connection there with what he tells Octavia about Prometheus: stealing fire (invention, thought, wisdom) from the gods. He used that metaphor for Octavia, when there were honestly more fitting myths he could have used. But THAT is what they had Bellamy mention this episode. That’s telling us as much about Bellamy’s perspective as his sister’s, and introducing that subtextual imagery of Prometheus into the episode. And as Praimfaya descends, who is the lone human that climbs into the sky, sends a message, and suffers physical torment so that others can live and prosper? ...Clarke fucking Griffin. So yeah... If using one’s head means freedom and success to Bellamy--if that’s the ultimate service one can do for one’s community--then that ties really neatly into why he’s put so much faith in Clarke’s capacity for judgment over the last 4 seasons.

He believes, in most situations, that she sees clearly and tries to make the best call. Even when the cost is high. He trusts her to do that in times when he trusts no one else (s2 finale, s3 finale, 403).  And Clarke has lived up to that, sacrificing herself over and over again, unfailingly chasing the best way to save others, to do the right thing. Clarke, meanwhile, trusts that whenever Bellamy acts, his intentions are driven by his heart. She sees into his core and she knows his strength draws from a source of love and hope. His motives are clear as crystal to her. She gets him. They both carry these shining torches of faith for each other, a faith that is so monumental it’s driven the story season after season. Up through the end of the world. And when one of them stumbles, fails, doesn’t live up to their best self because of grief, anger, arrogance, or heartache... that faith never wavers. The other reaches out for them and folds them into their arms and still cares, still believes. Clarke and Bellamy negotiate each other back from the edge, because they each believe so powerfully in the other person’s inherent goodness.  And they see each other as working toward goodness in a way that they, respectively, admire and aspire to.

This is why I’m like... so fucking nuts over bellarke as an evolving relationship, and why my expectations for them are so high, no matter how long it takes. 

i feel like she introduced herself in the cages with bellamy?