Tag: bellarke

kay-emm-gee:

the way our horizons meet

Pairing: Bellamy Blake / Clarke Griffin
Summary: She tried every day to make contact. Storms raged. Nothing grew. Her days stretched listlessly into one another. Still, Clarke radioed.She was still breathing, so she still had hope. { a post-s4 time jump bellarke au || wc: 6.3k }
a/n: It may have taken me almost a year @royalblakes, but I did indeed write your fic prize for my giveaway! This was such a fun rollercoaster to write, and thanks for the great prompt of a s4/5 au based on this gifset. I hope you enjoy ❤ 

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Clarke looked up at billowing clouds that swirled across the sepia sky, and she breathed deeply. It was a miracle to her, just breathing. It was a miracle that she was here, outside, inhaling and exhaling, without choking on blood.

It had taken four months, but the radiation levels were finally low enough for her to leave Becca’s lab. She couldn’t stay out for long, and she needed time in between trips to recover, but she wasn’t a prisoner anymore.

Thunder rumbled menacingly in the distance. Despite her newfound freedom, the ground was as dangerous as ever. She glanced at the flashes of light on the horizon. The storm would move in soon. She didn’t have much time.

Turning the radio’s microphone over in her hand, she swallowed. Now or never.

“Come in, Ark Station.”

She released the button, then pressed down again immediately.

“This is—this is Clarke. I’m alive. I’m on the ground.”

Release.

She breathed.

Press.

“Ark Station, come in.”

“This is Clarke Griffin. I survived Praimfaya. Come in, Ark Station.”

Release.

She waited until four sets of thunderclaps had echoed off the surrounding mountains.

Press.

“Answer me, Bellamy,” she whispered. “Please.”

Release.

Clarke stood there, waiting and waiting, until her skin began to prickle. Blinking, she glanced up. The clouds were now a dull gray-brown and dropping rain. Quickly, she shoved the radio into her pack and ran for cover.

* * *

She tried every day to make contact. Storms raged. Nothing grew. Her days stretched listlessly into one another. Still, Clarke radioed.

She was still breathing, so she still had hope.

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