Rebel King

Hearing the words leave Bellamy’s mouth brought Clarke physical pain. She simply shook her head, deciding not to allow him to say something like that and just get away with it. She looked up at him with an intense look, gingerly laying one of her hands over the top of his thigh. “Bellamy, stop,” she told him, tone serious. “I couldn’t have done this without you. Any of it. None of us could. Mankind would not have survived without you, Bellamy.” At this point, she felt tears begin to sting at her eyes, making them glossy just at the thought of him dying on the Ark. “Don’t let your mistakes haunt you forever, Bell. You deserve way more than that.” She shook her head, removing her hand from his leg as she laid it in her own lap with a sigh. 

She used the back of her hand to wipe at her eyes, nodding as she calmed down once again. She didn’t want to fight or yell at him, she just wanted him to know how much he meant to her. And maybe he didn’t know the full extent of it yet, but that would come in time, knowing Clarke. When he brought up the fact she hated him, it lightened the mood enough for Clarke to gently nudge him with her shoulder. “You were kind of a dick at first,” she admitted with a shrug, but laid her head on his shoulder in an attempt to let him know that clearly she didn’t think that anymore. Then she began to think about the six years she spent alone, and her eyes fell shut. The tears were back, and she was digging her teeth into her lower lip in order to keep herself from letting him know she was crying. “I radioed you everyday. Unfalteringly. It helped me stay sane, you know? I was alone. I had Madi, but I felt lost without you. Eventually I figured things out and it worked, but there was a long time in the beginning where I almost just gave up. But all I’d have to do was look at this,” She slid her hand into her pocket, pulling out a small, folded up piece of white paper. After unfolding it, it was revealed that it was her drawing of him, and with a sniff she continued. “and I remembered what I was living for.” Her gaze returned to his again, though there was something different in her expression this time. Vulnerability. Her eyes lingered on his lips for a moment longer than they shouldn’t have, causing her own tongue to jut out and swipe across hers. “The drawing didn’t do the real thing justice.” And now she couldn’t take her eyes off him, and as her heart began to beat faster, so loud she swore he could hear it, her brain was suddenly shut off. And the next thing she knew, her hand was on the side of his neck, and her foreheads were pressed against each other. It was then she froze, lips slightly parted as her breathing as heavy and she simply gazed into his eyes.

With the hearten words leaving Clarke, Bellamy turned away from her for a brief moment, as a breath of air left his lips.“ Clarke, you don’t give yourself enough credit.” The words weighed heavily in his voice. “ You don’t  need me. You're the true leader.” When Bellamy and Clarke first became co-leaders, he often accused her of not being strong enough to make hard decisions, when in reality she was better at that than Bellamy. People had died because he had failed to make tough decisions, and their deaths would forever be on him. He’d never forgive himself for those three hundred and Lincoln that died because of him. Before a further remark could be exchanged, Bellamy felt Clarke place her hands on his thigh.  Feeling the touch of her skin brushing against his brought jitters through his veins. The male nipped at his bottom lip before swallowing thickly. His dark hues shifted down as he glanced at the tip of Clarke’s fingers. The crook of Bellamy’s mouth twisted as he heard Clarke procced with further words. Bellamy shifted his gaze back up as his hues lingered on her, almost forgetting that nightfall was coming.

As the two reminisced about their past, another smirk formed between both corners of Bellamy’s lips. “I guess I was, but you were no walk in the park, princess.”  An almost laugh fell from Bellamy. The two had gone at each other throats for weeks until they decided it was best to try to work together, and now Bellamy really could not function properly without her. When he left her, it was like half of himself died in Primfaya. Though he’d never really admitted it out loud, it was easy to see that Bellamy relied heavily on Clarke, she made him complete. He had never cared for another other than his sister, the way he did for Clarke. They had come a long way from landing on the ground but somehow made it. As Clarke placed her head on his shoulder, Bellamy leaned his head on top of hers, glancing at the water sitting in front of him, while trying to memorize the view because he was certain this peace would not last forever, it never did. The following remark from Clarke threw Bellamy by surprise. The male pulled his head away, as his thick eyebrows scrunched with an expression of confusion across his features. “ You radioed me?” Bellamy’s tone was soft. The dark hues began to fill themselves with moisture. “ I didn’t get anything Clarke. I thought I lost you.” His voice cracked. “ I didn’t want to leave you, but I knew I had to.” As their eyes met again, Bellamy's lingering gaze fell down to Clarke’ lips briefly, before averting away quickly. Suddenly he felt Clarke place her hand on the side of his neck and languidly turned back to her. Their foreheads touched gently as Bellamy’s eyes locked with Clarke’s, feeling the tension proceed to rise between them. “Clarke.”

“Clarke? What about her? We work well together, she’s a good leader.  I owe her everything for staying on the ground. I should have waited.I’d do anything for her, to  protect her as long as I have air in my lungs. I need her,”

“That we’re somehow not in 2155 anymore.No, I take that back, seeing O and Clarke alive”

Standing at the edge of the water, Bellamy placed his feet in the wet soil, while glancing at the lake in front of him. His dark chocolate colored hues watched the brisk ripples in the water. Though it was a pleasant view, his mind was elsewhere.Bellamy could feel the rapid breeze blowing against his cheek. He pulled his dark jacket on, followed but popping down on the wet soil. His lips pursed, followed by an exhausted exhale of air leaving his throat. With his hands folded together, Bellamy’s thumb brushed itself lightly against his index fingers. Hearing someone near him, Bellamy’s eyes shifted up to the other.“I’d rather be alone”. His voice was thick.Though his sister had been found, Bellamy still had guilt over the notion that once again he had been unable to protect her. 

Octavia took off to where she heard his voice coming from. “Bell!” She called, spotting him walking out of the forest, she jumped on him, wrapping her arms around him with tears in her eyes and she squeezed him.

As Bellamy felt his sister’s arms wrap around him, his dark brown hues filled with moisture that began streaming down his cheeks. A sound breath of air slipped from his lips, as he his hand rested on the back of Octavia’s head, burying his chin into her neck. “ It’s okay, Your safe now.” The words fell from his mouth in almost a winded tone. He inhaled a large gasp of air. The two just stood there for a long moment, no words were exchanged, they didn't need to be. He couldn’t lose his sister, not again. Six years he had waited to be reunited, only to lose her a month later. Finally, Bellamy pulled her away from his embrace, placing his hands on cheeks. The male looked at Octavia with his bloodshot red eyes. “Don’t evet scare me like that again” His words were faint and choppy, but a sense of relief filled his body, knowing that she was alive “ Come on I’ll take you home.”

Clarke was admittedly thrown by the intimacy shared between them, just as she always was. Seeing the relief in his face after she told him his sister was face caused her stomach to bubble up with a feeling she could only describe as the one Bellamy gave her. Although all she did was tell him Octavia was okay, being the one to be able to deliver the news to him gave her an overwhelming sense of pride. If anyone was going to calm Bellamy down, make him happy, she wanted it to be her. All these thoughts weren’t new to her, but she simple hadn’t had the time to acknowledge them until now. The way he looked at her made her weak at the knees and, wait- Did he just look at her lips? Her cheeks flushed a light, barely-noticeable shade of pink as she tried to replay the moment in her head to decide whether she had imagine it or not. But she was quickly torn from her thoughts when he picked up her hand, and it was as if she lost feeling in her arm entirely. Where their skin connected lit hers up like a spark, and she looked down towards the ground in order to hide the borderline-goofy smile that was beginning to form on her lips. She simply nodded, glancing up at him momentarily in order to let him know she heard and understood him.

Just as she felt his rough thumb brush against her hand, he was pulling away, and she almost frowned. It was too short of a connection for her. All these thoughts and feelings rushing through her mind made her light-headed, and she wasn’t sure what to do with them. It reminded her of when they first landed and she had originally began to lead with Finn. And that’s when she knew. She suddenly was completely aware of how she felt, but there was still the doubt that he felt the same. Bellamy was a man of few words, and even less than that, a man of few expressions at all. She liked what they had right now, and instead of feeling comfortable with him, she began to worry that her new-found feelings would simply mess up the closeness they’d attained. She finally let out a short breath, sitting down on a nearby log as she gazed up at the sunset. It reminded her of her drawings in the cell. How she’d longed for reds and oranges and pinks and purples to be able to color her drawings, but all she’d been given was a gray pencil. But here it was, right in front of her, and she didn’t even have to make it herself. 

Then she heard his voice again, and the signature wrinkle between her eyebrows was on full display as she simply looked at him, hesitating before she answered. She returned her eyes to the sunset, shaking her head before she finally spoke. “Yeah,” she started, looking down to the ground as she picked up a stick and began to absentmindedly trace shapes in the dirt. “but it’s not good things. I mean, we wouldn’t have been able to survive. We would have all run out of oxygen thinking that the Earth wasn’t survivable. I would’ve gotten reviewed a few days later, and I would’ve gotten floated.” There was something else she wanted to say. And before she could even convince herself not to, the words were leaving her mouth. “And I wouldn’t have met you,” she spoke, voice soft as she turned back to look at him, the smallest hint of a smile on her face. “That would’ve been a bigger tragedy than losing my ability to breathe.” The second part was a bit quieter, almost a mumble as she turned back to her dirt drawings, mentally cursing herself for saying anything at all.

As Clarke took a seat on a log that sat only a few feet away from them, Bellamy perched his body down next to her, with his leg lightly brushing against hers. For a moment his glance remained on the water, noticing the unique colors from the sunset. The view made it easy to forget everything that had happened, the people that they had to become. Who even knew who he was anymore. The temperature of the air had begun to drop at a more rapid pace, leaving the hairs on his skin to lift. “I know. Just sometimes I think about it. That maybe I should have just stayed on the ark.” The words left the brim of Bellamy’s mouth in a guilt-stricken tone. “Died with it.” He mumbled softly. Truth be told Bellamy wasn’t supposed to be on Earth, that was until he tried to assassinate Chancellor Jaha in order to protect Octavia. People had died because of him when he destroyed the radio, in order to save his own ass. Those thoughts still hung at him six years later. Upon hearing the next remark leave Clarke’s lips, Bellamy’s hues veered down briefly, glancing at her with another gaze. The left crook of his mouth curled into almost a timid smile. His gaze didn’t move, instead, it just lingered on her a long moment before averting his eyes away embarrassingly. “You too.” The words were short and soft, as Bellamy placed the palm of his hand on the side of his neck, brushing it anxiously.

After a moment passed, Bellamy returned his gaze to Clarke, with his muted smile stretching further across his lips. “Hey, remember you hated me.” The right corner of Bellamy’s lip quirked in attempt to make a bad joke. “But yea I don’t like thinking about what if we never met.” The words slid from his lips in a heavy tone. “Six years without you wasn’t easy,” His response was quiet, as his thick eyebrows scrunched with grief filling his hues. “Everyday I’d wake up and tell myself you were still here, until I looked on the ship and you weren’t. ” His tone was despairing.Bellamy and Clarke had always had a much more complicated relationship than one would perceive. If it weren’t for them at war constantly, who knows what could have happened, but he never had time consider anything else other than being co-leaders together.  He had to protect his people and then there was Lexa, self-explanatory. Seeing Clarke with her hadn’t been easy, it was much more difficult than her with Finn, especially after everything Lexa had done to their people, but Clarke still left him for her. Though Bellamy had forgiven her a long time ago, that memory still tugged at him, knowing he wasn’t enough, and probably never would be, so he’d just continue to love her in silence.

Clarke let a small, breathy laugh to fall from her lips as she stood next to him, hands still shoved in her pockets as she stared at the body of water ahead of them. She sighed, a relaxed smile on her face as she simply took the scenery in. Ever since they landed, she hadn’t really stopped to take in just how beautiful Earth really was. From the moment her feet touched the ground, there was always a task. Always something or someone she had to find, something that had to be done. There was no time to stop and smell the roses. But now that everyone was safe and everything was okay for the time being, all she had was time. And she couldn’t think of anyone she’d rather spend it with than Bellamy. 

His next words caused her eyebrows to knit together as she looked up at him. She could see the pain in his eyes, feel the hurt in his voice. She wished there was something she could do, something she could say to him to take all the guilt and worry away. But his sister was all he had for so long and she knew that. She just wanted him to stop blaming himself for things that were out of his control. “She’s safe, Bell,” she told him, turning her much smaller frame to face his completely. “They’re all back. I was just with her, actually. She was looking for you. I can go get her, if you want,” she suggested, knowing that Bellamy would want to see her with his own eyes. There was a twinge of disappointment shown in Clarke’s features, though. She missed him. She missed just talking to him. Just being with him. She wanted to just sit and talk to him under the setting sun, but that was selfish. He’d always choose his sister over Clarke, and rightfully so. It wasn’t something that upset her. She understood. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a little jealous if he didn’t have time for her. She’d never say anything, so where was the harm? But, she made no moves to leave unless he’d ask her to. “You guys both deserve a drink, actually.” 

[She’s safe, Bell]-When Bellamy heard the claim leave Clarke’s lips, he was filled with relief. The saddened expression of his gestures quickly turned into a smile, as a sound breath of air slipped from his lips. “She’s okay?” Bellamy repeated in almost a winded tone. “ Yea, I want to see her.” The words escaped the brim of his mouth almost immediately, as his dark hues fell on her with a lingering gaze. He saunters his feet closer to Clarke as his glance shifts down to her lips for a brief moment before his eyes meet Clarke’s once more. Tension begins to rise between their longing and yearning gazes. Moments like these, when Bellamy looks at her, he almost forgets his surroundings and for a moment pictures how things would be different if the two weren’t constantly trying to survive.Salem was different, or so he had thought until Octavia went missing. Though Salem wasn't entirely safe, they weren’t at war anymore and for that Bellamy was grateful. From the moment the rebels landed on earth, their youth was taken from them, and turned into soldiers. With moments passing, Bellamy elongates his right hand forward, taking Clarke’s from her pocket. His fingers slowly intertwine in between hers. “We don't have to go right now, but I want to see her.” He said in a thick tone before turning his glance back to the brisk water. 

Silence once again filled the space between them. As  Bellamy stood still, gandering at the water, his thumb brushed against her fingers lightly before pulling his hand away. The thick wind began to pick up. He knew they would soon have to go before it got too cold. The male slid his hand into his pant pocket, as the soft smile that was stretched between both of his lips faded slightly. With moments passing, the sun began to set. The view was quite appealing, much like what he had read in the books on the Ark so many years ago. There had certainly been a numerous amount of sunsets since they arrived on the ground but Bellamy never had time to notice; he was always trying to protect his sister, his people or leading with Clarke. Moments like this were essentially non-existent. “Do you ever think about what your life would be like if we never came to the ground?” Bellamy asked in a deep and quiet voice while keeping his glance on the water. 

elena was getting beyond desperate to find stefan. he needed to feed on animal blood, and he needed to do it soon. he was still confused about who he was, and he probably wouldn’t remember being a ripper. she went to ask the young man in front of her, but he snapped. she was determined though and didn’t let his brash tone stop her ❝i’m sorry i’m looking for my bo.. my friend stefan❞ calling stefan her boyfriend almost came out without her thinking about it. truth is, he wasn’t. they hadn’t been a thing for years. last she knew he liked caroline. still ever since she woke up from her coma, she didn’t know what to think or feel. when she went under, she was so sure she was in love with damon, but when she awoke, it was different. she still cared for damon, but something was different. she was different. it was as if she had a sense of clarity ❝i don’t mean to bother you, i’m very sorry, i’m just worried. he’s um.. sick..❞ it wasn’t a total lie, but it wasn’t a complete truth either 

As someone spoke, Bellamy halted his feet and turned his gaze towards the female with his eyebrows scrunched. “Not to be a dick, but everyone is looking for someone” The words left Bellamy in a starched tone as the emphasis on his words were impatient.He quickly turned away from her, swinging his arms forward while trudging his feet ahead, looking around for any sign of  Octavia. This Earth had seemed different, more peaceful and perhaps that is where he made his mistake, not keeping his eyes on Octavia as much as he should. Octavia had always been a survivor, protecting her was still on him, he had promised his mother that, especially after she got floated.Both brims of his mouth coiled into an oval, as an exasperated breath of air slipped from his lips. He had already lost Clarke and a lot of his people, he wasn’t about to lose his sister again, she was all he had left. Six years the two most important people in his life were gone. Bellamy still has guilt over leaving Clarke on the ground and even leaving Octavia, even though she had the safety of the bunker, but somehow Octavia and Bellamy had been reunited in Salem after Primfaya, he wasn’t going to lose his sister again. He paused for a moment as he once again halted his feet and turned to the other, while crossing his arms over his chest, “If you want to come with me and maybe we can find whoever you're looking for too, that’s fine. Just don’t slow me down. I have to find my sister” The words fell from his lips in a tone of determination, as Bellamy quirked his neck to the side.