#commandeurlexa

1. Bellamy is a PHD candidate for World History teaching a class at NYU, where Clarke is a an art student after switching her major from pre-med, much to the exasperation of her mother.

2. It’s the last semester of her senior year and she realizes that she needs another humanities class to graudate, so she signs up for Bellamy’s Roman history class because it’s the only one that fits her schedule.

3. At first Clarke finds the class very boring, but Bellamy is a great teacher and she actually begins to like the class and excel in it. She contributes a lot to class discussions and they develop a good rapport with each other. 

4. There is a bit of flirtation between them whenever she stays after class to ask him a question, or goes to his office hours or when they bump into each other on campus. All that flirtation later turns into a heated kiss in his office that leaves them both feeling very awkward and ashamed. They avoid each other for the rest of the semester. 

5. It’s not until after Clarke has graduated that Bellamy finally approaches her and asks her out on a real date, since she’s no longer his student and he’s no longer her professor. They go out to dinner and to the Met and end the night with a little more than kissing.

“Maybe,” Clarke mused as she lightly ran her fingers up and down over her swollen belly over her baggy t-shirt. 

“You’re 24 weeks now, so the baby should be able to hear us. And all the books and websites say that talking to the baby really helps the parents bond with it and stimulate movement and...”

Clarke had to laugh at her husband. The day after she had told him that she was pregnant, Bellamy had come home with a hoard of pregnancy and parenting books, and had been reading them nonstop. It was adorable. “Bellamy I know. I’ve read the books too.”

He flicked her foot as revenge for laughing him as he flopped down onto the couch besides her, but then lifted her feet up and deposited them in his lap. “Do you really think she can hear us?”

“Of course she can. And she’s going to be a genius.” Clarke reached over and picked up Bellamy’s favorite worn copy of Greek myths from the coffee table. “Come on, you read to her.”

He had always been the better story teller anyway, and he smiled as he took the book from her. Clarke scooted closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. Bellamy’s hand went right to her belly and began to gently rub back and forth. 

“Hey Rory...it’s your dad. I’m gonna read tell you one of my favorite stories. It’s about Persephone, the goddess of Spring and the Queen of the Underworld...”

And a smile came to Clarke’s lips as she heard his rough and low voice become so soft as he began to read to their baby. Her eyes slowly began to slip closed, and Clarke was lulled into a deep sleep by the sound of Bellamy’s voice. 

Who is a night owl: Sage. If the moon is up then she’s up.

Who is a morning person: Alaric and he has to drag Sage out of bed

Are they cuddlers: All day every day.

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: It goes back and forth.

What is their favourite sleeping position: Alaric on his back with Sage sprawled on top of him.

Who steals all the blankets: Sage. She’s a blanket hog.

What they wear to bed: Sage wears just a big t-shirt and Alaric just his boxers, with a t-shirt if it’s cold.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: Alaric, though he wishes that maybe Sage didn’t steal so many of them.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation: Alaric.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: Alaric.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: Sage and she still feels guilty about the black eye.

Who can’t keep their hands to themself: Sage.

Mix tape;

Bad by the Cab

Love Lies by Khalid & Normani

Pillowtalk by Zayn

Stay by Rhianna 

If I Never See Your Face Again by Maroon 5

Send me a “Unrequited” and I’ll write a drabble about one character longing for the other

The internet was a deep dark Alice in Wonderland hole that Audrey had fallen into and couldn’t get out off. 

She knew that spending her Friday night googling Stefan was extremely unhealthy. He had lied to her, deceived her, and made her a laughing stock across the world. She had fallen for someone that she truly hadn’t known at all. So why was she doing this to herself? 

The more she read, the more Audrey wondered how the hell she could have been so blind. Luxembourg may have been a small, often looked over country, but Google had no limits. She looked at pictures of him, both paparazzi and official Royal family portraits, read articles and his Wikipedia page, and even researched his family history. No wonder he had told her that he didn’t have any social media accounts when they had first met. They would have all linked back to the truth about him about being a fucking Prince.

“Shit,” Audrey mumbled as she wiped away tears that had started welling up in her eyes. She had to stop this. But before she slammed her laptop closed, a picture caught her eye. 

It linked to an article that after being translated into English read ‘Prince of Luxembourg returns home after study abroad experience in America.’ A quick scan of the article showed her that thankfully her name wasn’t mentioned. But the picture had caught Audrey’s eye because in it Stefan looked....sad. 

Audrey couldn’t help but wonder if he missed her. Did he regret lying to her, and what had happened between them? The texts and calls and flowers she had gotten from him before he had gone back to Luxembourg had said that maybe he did but she had ignored them all. Could things have been different if she hadn’t deleted all his messages before even reading a word? 

If she had to admit to herself though....she missed him. Audrey missed her friend. She missed morning coffees, studying together, and going to parties but then only hanging with each other. She missed his big, wide smile, and his stupid jokes, and the way he laughed. She missed how clueless he could be when it came to American culture, but then how academically intelligent he was. She missed his accent and the way his hair was all over the place in the morning. And sometimes, when she was alone in bed at night, she missed having him beside her, his warm hands under her shirt and his lips brushing against her neck. 

“Fuck you,” she cursed at him, even though he was thousands of miles away. Fuck you for breaking my heart, Audrey thought but even as she did she was reaching for her cell phone. Maybe if she just heard his voice...

No, no, no bad idea Audrey, she remembered and then finally closed her laptop and tossed her phone away.  She would hold onto her anger for another day.

“There is no such thing as an A for effort,” Audrey growled as she slammed her Luxembourgish phrasebook shut, “A for effort is code for failing.”

The look that Stefan gave her made Audrey want to throw the book right at his face. “Babe it’s not a big deal. It’s fine that you don’t speak Luxembourgish.” 

“No it’s not!” Audrey argued back and then let out a long sigh as she ran her her hands over her face and through her hair in exasperation. “You are the Prince of Luxembourg. I am your fiancee. Luxembourgish is what your people speak and it is the official language of the royal family, which next year I will be a part of. And I am tired of all of the fucking tabloids giving me a hard time for only speaking English. So yes Stefan it is a big deal.”

He was a smart to not try and argue with her further, and only threw his hands in defeat. “Okay, okay. I get it, it’s important to you that you learn it. But be patient Audrey. You’ll get it and be amazing at it, just like you are at everything you do. Just give it time.”

Stefan was being completely charming, and as usual it worked on her so a little smile graced her lips. “Fine I guess you’re right.”

“Good. Okay now repeat this after me. Ech hunn dech gär.” 

“Ech hunn dech gär,” Audrey echoed, internally wincing at her butchered pronounciation, “What does that mean?” 

He only smiled and leaned in to softly kiss her. “Ech hunn dech gär means I love you.”  

Now Audrey couldn’t help but giggle and reached up so that she could kiss him again. “Well then ech hunn dech gär too.”

who is the better dancer? - Maeve for sure

who likes the outdoors more and who likes the indoors more? - Will is more of a city guy but Maeve loves retreating out into the country

who’s a cat person and who’s a dog person? - Maeve loves her cat maybe a tad more than she loves him and Will wants a dog

who’s more social? - Maeve

who makes the bed every morning? - Like Maeve would leave for work without doing it

who likes to keep the house cold and who likes to keep the house warm? - Maeve prefers it warm and Will doesn’t mind a little chill

who takes longer getting ready? - Maeve always 

likes scary movies and who likes funny ones? - Will doesn’t mind scary movies, but Maeve prefers romances 

who screams when they see a bug and who ends up killing it? - Neither scream but Maeve makes Will take it outside

who is more technology challenged? - Maeve

who would be more likely to burn something in the oven? - Will and he’s not allowed in the kitchen

talks in their sleep? - Maeve 

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? - Will when he’s late for his shift

who likes getting dressed up more? - Maeve loves putting on her dresses or gowns instead of her scrubs

who’s better at tying ties? - Maeve from years of practice 

who recorded the answering machine message on the house phone? - Maeve

who’s better at planning romantic things? - Maeve but Will can surprise her every now and then and sweep her off her feet

who takes up more space in the closet? - Maeve 100000% 

who has more of a sweet tooth? - Maeve

who drinks more often? - Will

who is most likely to laugh during a serious situation? - Neither