11 Works in BFF February Flash Fic Contest
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fic collection originally posted on tumblr
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Hot and heavy, his palms rest on her hips as he pushes her into the metal wall of his room. Clarke hadn’t come here for this. She had come here to yell at him, for him to yell at her, to break this tension pulling taut between them like a twisted string since she had returned.
{ Bellarke Fanfiction Contest: February 2016 // prompt: hands }
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Young Clarke, the one who had solar flares and supernovas at the tips of her fingers, whose clothes were always covered in charcoal or paint or ink, she couldn’t imagine how someone could live and not see.
“They do see, Clarke. Some people just see with their hands.”
And Clarke never really knew what that meant. Until Bellamy.
[Winner of the February Bellarkefanfiction Flash Fic Contest]
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Hands that heal. Hands that hurt.
Before coming to Earth, Clarke had never thought they could be one in the same.
(Written for Bellarke Fanfiction's February Flash Fic | Prompt: Hands)
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Bellamy knows a lot about myths, but he almost had forgotten about the Hecatonchires until he met Clarke...and after that, that was all he thought of when he saw her.
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Two moments in time where Bellamy Blake learns something about himself from holding Clarke's hands.
(Written for Bellarke Fanfiction's February Flash Fic; prompt: hands.)
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"The conductor must breathe life into the score. It is you and you alone who must expose it to the understanding, reveal the hidden jewel to the sun at the most flattering angles."-- Charles Munch
or, the one where Bellamy Blake conducts and Clarke Griffin would follow him in more ways than one.
(Written for Bellarke Fanfiction's February Flash Fic; prompt: hands.)
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Bellamy doesn’t realize he’s in love with Clarke Griffin for an embarrassingly long time.
(Written for Bellarke Fanfiction's February Flash Fic; prompt: hands.)
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“This isn’t fair,” she hears, and her hands still in the dirt. There are still seedlings to be planted and weeds to be pulled, still good, helpful things she should be doing, but instead she looks up at Bellamy.
(Written for Bellarke Fanfiction's February Flash Fic; prompt: hands.)
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“She will always put her people first.” He speaks slowly, deliberately. “You should come home to yours.”
His fingers flex with the longing to reach for her hand, to cross the space between them, to hold and keep her. His eyes, instead, hold tightly to hers, speaking, silently shouting what he’s said before, what he’s afraid to say.
Please. Clarke. Please.
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Clarke finds magic at ten years old.
Bellamy is the only person her magic has ever found.
Series
- Part 2 of the same old dream