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Tug

Part two of the Sway series

This time I was inspired to write for the prompt word ‘Tug’ so I did cute dad!Bellamy with some smutty Bellarke!

Hope you like it! I’ll put the link in reblog!

Bellamy woke up with a start when he felt someone tugging him by the back of his shirt.

He grunted a little when he realized his knee was still throbbing, opened his eyes lazily and the first thing he saw was Clarke curled up on herself, asleep just by his side, which of course made him smile.

The dark circles under her eyes from her lack of sleep lately because their four-month-old daughter Cassie kept waking them up in the middle of the night, made him furrow his eyebrows, though.

He had almost forgotten about the reason why he woke up when he felt the tug again.

“Dada-” Gus’ tiny scared whisper made him roll over and find his four year old son staring up at him with his big beautiful brown eyes and the most worried expression on his face.

He looked adorable, dressed in his little space PJs that he and Miller had dug out from a bunker a few months back and his hair was a frizzled curly mess, similar to his. From the moment he was born, Clarke always said he was a spitting image of his dad but Bellamy often argued that Gus may look like him but he was all Clarke-soft, nurturing and sometimes very, very stubborn.

He was also cute as hell and he was using this to his advantage.

“What’s up, little wolf?” Bellamy asked using his nickname for Gus but keeping his voice low, so they wouldn’t wake Clarke.

“I had a nightmare. Can I sweep here with you, mama and Cassie?” Bellamy sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly.

This has been happening a lot lately and it was in a big way, Bellamy’s fault, partly because he hadn’t constructed the cabin the right way when he built it, not really leaving enough room for both a nursery and a toddler’s place (mostly because he wasn’t sure when they’d get there or how many kids they’d decide to have) and then again because when Gus came crawling to them like this in the middle of the night, begging to sleep between the two of them, Clarke always said no while Bellamy relented and picked him up, pleading her with big eyes as he lay the boy between them.

Of course, she had been right. Clarke was always right.

They’ve been trying to make Gus get used to sleeping on his own from the moment they found out Clarke was pregnant again.

In fact, they had tried to start training him even before that but he ultimately patted to their tiny bedroom and snuck up on his own sometimes, not even waiting for Bellamy to pick him up.

They’ve tried to talk to him lately and explain why he had to sleep in his own room, have his own space and be in his own bed but with Cassie’s arrival, things got even more complicated, again because they didn’t have enough space and had to keep the baby in the room with them, so they could easily pick her up and take care of her when needed.

That made Gus feel left out which broke Bellamy’s heart but he knew that the kid had to learn how to do certain things. It was tough for him because they were busy with Cassie too and he loved his little sister, but Bellamy was sure he must’ve also felt left behind.

It wasn’t easy and they were trying their best but if he had to be honest it was Clarke who stayed at home more with the kids than he was.

They had decided to split their time off work and after Cassie was old enough not to wake up through the night, that Bellamy would be the one staying at home while Clarke went back to her duties as a councilwoman and medic.

It’s what they did with Gus too and what they planned on now but this year had proven to be a lot harder-Clarke’s presence in the chambers was required a lot more than before as a new treaty was being drafted between the clans and they were trying to get more help from some of the grounders that didn’t totally hate them so they could survive the winter and have more food this time around.

She had to leave for Polis once when Cassie was just a few weeks old and then again for TonDC last month.

It killed her and he knew that but she was putting on a brave face.

He was the one who worked all day long for now though, mostly because they were desperate to catch enough game and dry the meat for the winter before the first snow came.

The weather was progressively getting worse but he would go out almost every day with his hunting group that included Miller, Monty, Monroe and occasionally Jasper. They were good at it but it wasn’t the only thing he had to take care of.

Kane had put him on guard duty too and he was also in charge of the wood stocking for the coming months which meant he was physically exhausted from either standing on his feet all day, running in the woods or bending his back chopping woods.

On top of that the knee he broke last winter was making its pain known the moment they got even a scent of chilly breeze and he had started limping around the house and having trouble getting his leg to work early in the morning or late at night.

Something, which again, Clarke hated.

He wasn’t doing enough to help her with the kids and he hated it. Seeing her torn between home and work was taking its toll on her, on top of that Cassie was a particularly loud crier, nothing like Gus as a kid, so that made everything harder.

To take at least a little bit of the burden off her shoulders, he had started bringing Gus to work with him when the kid had days off daycare or after he was done with it. He wanted to give his boy more attention, remembering how he felt left out when Octavia was born and refusing to believe the same thing would happen to his son too.

He loved bonding with Gus and Clarke always got a little calmer when she saw Gus laughing and running after his dad (even if she didn’t approve of all of his shenanigans). He let him ride his horse Hermy (short for Hermes) and come on guard duty with him. They went fishing a few times and built a snowman in the backyard.

Gus adored his dad and saw him as his hero as much as Bellamy didn’t feel like it at all, so every moment he spent with him was the most precious for the boy.

Now he looked at his son and the way he was cllutching on his plush rabbit that Bellamy made him himself, his thumb pushed in his mouth, sucking on it like he always did when he was nervous, his eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Gus, we’ve talked about this, son-” he spoke when he thre the blanket off of him and pushed himself up in a sitting position.

His knee creaked like an old door when he bend it and Bellamy winced but shook his head and looked back on Clarke, making sure she was still asleep.

“Come ‘ere-” he stood up and picked Gus in his arms with the boy immideately snuggling into his dad and resting his cheek on his shoulder “How about we make you some warm milk with herbs, huh?” Gus nodded but remained quiet as his dad took him out of the bedroom and brought him to the small kitchen.

He shook his head and scolded himself mentally when he looked at the cabin again-he hadn’t planned that thoroughly at all and it’d only get tougher when they have more kids, which they’ve talked about but couldn’t settle on four or five. (with Clarke being the one who wanted more than him and him worrying over her own well-being.)

The one thing they both could agree on was how much fun trying for a kid was. They got their horny periods where they simply wouldn’t stop fucking each other. Before Cassie came to be, Clarke joked he always came so hard, she could get pregnant with triplets while he blushed and hid in the crook of her neck.

The one thing that always made Gus calm down after a nightmare was some warm milk with herbs and honey, the way his mama used to make it for him since he was a baby. While he was growing up, Bellamy understood that he was still a kid and needed those soft moments to help him calm down. The last thing he wanted was for Gus to grow up as fast as he had.

When he turned the light on and started taking out the cups and products, their dog Ares, who was asleep in his bed in the corner, woke up with a tiny whimper and got up on his feet.

“It’s just us, big boy.” Bellamy let him know and Gus moved his head, peaking from behind his dad’s shoulder as he saw Ares trotting by.

They had a special connection, Ares and Gus. The half-wolf dog was attatched to the boy and curled up by his cradle since Gus was born. Gus played with him a lot and Bellamy knew that as long as Ares was there, nothing bad could happen to his son.

Now he licked Gus’ bare feet and Gus giggled after which he buried his head in Bellamy’s leg, letting him know he’s here.

“Dada, Ares limps like you.”

“That’s true, little wolf.”

“Dada, why do you always call me little wolf?”

“You know why, Gus.” Bellamy said softly as he stirred the milk while it was warming up and rocked the baby left and right, swaying him a bit just like he did with Clarke when she was pregnant for the first time, carrying that very same beautiful boy in her womb.

“Please tell Gus the story again.” Gus begged and looked at him with the same pleading eyes as before. Bellamy smilled and ruffled his hair before kissing it softly and focusing on the milk again.

“It was the day your mama and I made you. We were down by the river washing clothes and trying to get cool because it was so hot when on the way back we heard some rustling in the bushes and-”

“You got scared!” Gus finished, after having heard the story a hundreth times but never getting rid of it.

“We did.” Bellamy confirmed and kissed his nose again, making him nuzzle in his chest even more.

“Dada, how did you and mama make me?” that question was a first, though and it made Bellamy blush hard and stumble with his words. Meanwhile Ares, as if feeling up his master’s confusion looked at him tilting his head as if he too wanted to ask “Yeah, master, how did you make the little rascal?”

“Well...uh...we just...loved each other a lot...so we uhh...kissed.”

“You kissed?” Gus asked confused “And mama got me in her belly?”

“Something like that, yeah.” Gus grew pale for a moment and pushed away from his dad, staring at him with new-found worry on his face. “What is it, kiddo?”

“Dada....I kisssed Janie at day care the other day too. Does this mean she got a baby in her belly?” Bellamy couldn’t help but laugh quietly at that and rub Gus’ back softly.

“It doesn’t work like this, Gus. You have to be older and...you have to really love each other and...hug a lot.”

“Oh...okay.” Gus said scratching the back of his head still quite confused “So nothing bad will happen to Janie because we kissed?”

“Not at all. Plus trust me, neither your mom and I nor Janie’s family are ready to become grandparents.” Gus smiled a little and sighed relieved “You never told me you kissed her, though?” he felt like Gus was hiding more stuff from them lately because he didn’t want to bother them and that made Bellamy and Clarke worry a lot.

They found out just last week that Dax’s kid Rex was bullying him and tripping him over when they were playing outside. He never said anything and they only found out cause they saw a big bruise on his forearm and made him talk to them.

“It’s more like...she kissed me.” Gus explains, sighing heavily as if he had the most complicated of love lives. “I didn’t really expect it.”

“Was it good? Did you like it?” Bellamy asks curiously as he finishes up making the milk and pours it in a small cup that was all Gus’ with a cute dog drawn on the outside-yet another one of Miller and his bunker rummaging adventures.

“It was nice. She’s very kind and I like playing with her and dwaling with her.”

“Drawing?” Gus nodded and watched his dad mix the honey and the herbs and stir it with the spoon.

“Keep the story up dada.” he reminded by patting Bellamy’s chest “You heawd the rustling and you went to check it out, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Your mom was a little annoyed with me for deviating from the road and possibly getting myself in danger-”

“Like you always do.” Gus said “Her words, not mine, dada.” Bellamy rolled his eyes but lifted him up in his arms and grabbed the cup, finally taking them to the table where he carefully sat on the chair and adjusting Gus in his lap before handing him the cup.

“But when I moved the leaves away I saw a little wolf with his left back leg, trapped in a snare-” Ares, upon realizing this story was about him, came closer and curled up by Bellamy’s feet, still rather sleepy. “He was crying and seemed hurt. There was blood on his back and thigh. When I tried to help him, he almost bit me-”

“But why dada?”

“Because he was scared. He didn’t want to hurt me, he just wanted to protect himself.”

“He didn’t know you yet?”

“That’s right. So I took out my knife and cut the snare. He cried out and wanted to run away but couldn’t walk, so I carefully stroked his head and let him sniffle me until he let me pick him up. Your mom came to check him out later and we wrapped him up and took care of him. Then we brought him home and he stayed with us forever.” Bellamy leans over and runs his fingers through Ares’ head as he remembered that day-he had been so tiny but now he was all grown up, at the peak of his youthful life and strength. He had recovered from his wounds but sometimes when he got too tired from running or was feeling sleepy, he limped the same way Bellamy did. It was yet another mutual trait they got.

“By the time you came out of your mama’s belly, Ares had grown up, so he became the big wolf and you, the-”

“Little wolf!” Gus finished excited and almost spilled his milk from enthusiasm.

“That’s right, my boy.” Bellamy touched his nose and kissed his head again. “My brave little wolf.”

“I’m not brave, dada...” Gus said at that and sipped on his milk “I can’t sweep alone and I should...cause I’m a big boy.”

“No-” Bellamy shook his head “That’s not the reason why your mama and I want you to be in your own bed. You can grow but you’ll always be our little boy-” he tickled under his cheek and pulled him up to his face “We just want you to have your own space, your peace. You know your sister’s still too young, she cries a lot and wakes you up when you’re with us. You need your rest and good sleep so you can grow and be healthy, okay?” Gus nodded and pressed his cheek against his dad’s chest “I know it’s hard and a lot has happened in the past few months with Cassie coming in our lives.” Gus shrugged “It probably makes you feel left out.”

“Not left out...just...different.” Gus says “It’s hard to expwain.”

“Try.” Bellamy begged by taking his little foot in his hand and rubbing it softly. The kid was getting sleepy again, he could tell by the way his eyelids were drooping, but he wasn’t there yet.

“I...don’t want you to get angwy, dada.” he said and peaked up at him briefly.

That made Bellamy wince a little, hating himself for making his kid think that he could ever get mad at him for something like this.

“Gus...listen to me, son. I never would get angry about the way you feel, okay?” Gus nodded but he wasn’t too sure so Bellamy kept rubbing his back softly “Talk to me, little wolf. Please.” Gus sighed but picked up his dad’s hand that was thrown over his middle and played with his fingers like he did when he was a baby.

“I just miss when mama you and I would go on walks on Sunday...I miss pwaying with the leaves in the backyard...and swinging. I love being with you, dada but I want us all together...mama, you, Cassie and I.”

Bellamy swallowed hard at that-it’s been through that lately they haven’t had time for their typical family Sunday days when they’d wake up early, make pancakes with Gus, play in the backyard or go on a walk in a field near camp. It’s just been too hard and on his days off, Clarke had gone to work while he stayed with the kids, so she could catch up on her stuff too.

“I know, son. I miss them too.”

“Reawwy?” Bellamy nodded.

“Your mom and I will make sure we have more Sundays like this again, okay? It’s just been a little more stressful lately with the winter coming and all the clans mama and I have to go see.”

“Is that why you work mow?” Bellamy swallowed hard again but nodded.

“Yes. There’s a lot to be done but mom and dad are trying hard, okay? And we appreciate how patient you’ve been with us.” he strokes his head again “We know it hasn’t been easy for you but you make us both very proud.”

“I do?”

“All the time, son.” Bellamy promised and kissed his forehead softly, watching as he got more drowsy “Now it’s time for bed, okay?” Gus whimpered a little and watched as his dad took away his now empty milk cup.

“But dada-”

“I’ll come with you and stay until you fall, okay?” Gus nodded and let his dad pick him up in his arms “You can do this, little wolf, I know you can. Come on, Ares will come with us too, right big wolf?” Ares immideately jumped on his feet, ready to be at service and followed the boys back to Gus’ room.

Gus trembled a little in his arms but calmed down when Bellamy put him down and moved up to his tiny bed that he had made himself last spring.

Ares curled up right under after licking Gus’ fingers, making sure the kid was fine.

“What was your nightmare about?” Bellamy asked when he tucked him in and swallowed down a groan from feeling his knee protest at the uncomfortable position he was in again.

“I was out at the market in Polis and couldn’t find you or mama.” Bellamy gripped his hand hard again and closed his eyes.

This had been a repeating dream of Gus’ ever since he truly did get lost last year once they visited Polis together.

It was a sunny warm day and Gus had been excited to go to the capital for the first time. Clarke was a little off because they had just found out she was pregnant with Cassie and was a little drowsy from the horseride there. She kept her hand on her little bump and her face was so pale that Bellamy had to put his hand on her waist and guide her through the place so she wouldn’t pass out.

Kane and her mom had been with them and when Gus asked to go see the fire players Kane had taken him only to come running back ten minutes later, saying he lost Gus.

Bellamy got so scared, he thought he’d have a heart attack. He yelled at Kane even though it wasn’t his fault and both he and Clarke rushed in to try and find Gus.

They alerted the Polis guards but at the end it was Indra who had found Gus perked up on a nearby tree by the horse stables. He was trembling and scared, couldn’t stop crying and refused to let go of them for days after.

When they asked him why he went there he said there were so many people that he knew he had to get somewhere high so he could find them and that he chose the stables cause Hermy was there and he’d keep him safe.

Bellamy spent countless of nights awake after this. He simply couldn’t fall asleep knowing how stupid they had been to leave the kid out of their sight in such a crowded place. Clarke had taken it better even if she was shaken up too but she kept coming to him, finding him on the back porch, smoking his pipe and staring into their back yard garden.

“You can’t keep blaming yourself.” she had said one night “You also have to accept that sometimes bad things will happen to our kids and there won’t be much you can do.” Bellamy sighed, knowing she was right but refusing to accept it. It was really hard for him to watch Gus get hurt or sick. He constantly worried about Clarke and him and took it as his personal mission to try and be there for them, protect them or take away their pain.

Something that he ultimately almost always failed at.

“We’re here, kiddo.” Bellamy promised “And we’re not going anywhere.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Gus.” the kid nodded and his limbs got a little limp in his dad’s arms “Can you check...for monsters...in the closet, dada?” Bellamy smilled and kissed his head. “I think I heard some noise.”

“Of course I can.” he promised and got up to limp to his little wardrobe that had all his clothes, opening it up and pretending to be kicking something out of it, making Gus giggle from under the blankets. “Anywhere else, kiddo?”

“Undew the bed, dada.” Bellamy’s leg screamed when he kneeled down and creaked so hard again that even Ares heard it and looked at his master confused.

“It’s all clear, kiddo.” Bellamy promised and curled up with his son again until he dozed off “I love you, little wolf.”

“Love you too...da-da” he whispered back right before he fell asleep. Bellamy stayed there for a while, making sure that the boy was in deep sleep now before getting up and patting Ares’ head saying:

“You keep my boy safe, okay, Ares?” to which the dog replied with a good messy lick of his fingers.

Bellamy slowly trotted back to the bedroom and found Clarke still in the same position she was before-curled up on herself.

It made him smile how much she looked like Gus when she was like this and argued in his head with her notion that their son was a spitting image of him. He checked Cassie’s crib, finding the baby asleep as usually on her stomach and stroked her head a little before kneeling down to kiss her cheek.

Then he gently snuck in bed with her and placed his hand on Clarke's waist, gently pulling her closer again, hoping not to disturb her peaceful sleep.

Except it seemed he already had because she groaned in his arms and wrapped her own hand around his waist,

“Where were you?” he smilled.

She always knew when he left the bed.

“Gus needed me.”

“Couldn’t sleep again?” she opened her eyes and looked at him worriedly.

He cupped her cheek, thinking how much he loved her when she was so drowsy and sleepy, so adorably cute and beautiful.

“He’s okay now, though. We had a good talk.” he kissed her forehead as a way to calm her down, knowing how much she worried about Gus too.

“You did, huh?” Bellamy hummed and let her bury his head in the crook of her neck.

She threw her leg over his ass and pressed her full breasts to his rock hard chest. He moaned a little when he felt her there, holding her up fully wrapped around his body now and looked at her sheepishly.

“Clarke-” he let out desperately and she smilled when she moved up to kiss his lips.

They haven’t really had the time to be with each other much lately and whenever they fucked it wasn’t even in their bed-they would find ten minutes in her office or in the medbay storage or even on the backporch while Gus and Cassie were still asleep inside but they hadn’t really had any time to indulge in this.

He knew Clarke eyed him a lot when he came home from work and he took off his shirt to take a shower.

Her eyes lingered on his torso and fell to his crotch with desperate want. She had also noticed how he’d lick his lips and stare at her lovingly whenever she fed Cassie and her full breasts came out of their confinment which was one of his old plaid shirts.

The best they could do sometimes at night is for him to get his fingers in her on the living room couch and get her off while Gus was brushing his teeth or for him to stroke himself lazily in the middle of the night when she woke up to feed Cassie and rocked herself on the chair he made for her.

But it’s been a while since a proper middle-of-the-night bed fuck and it felt like this would be a good time for it.

Clarke snuck her hands under his shirt and let them roam over his back while pushing her crotch to his boxers.

His dick immideately reacted and he groaned when his fingers found the buttons of her shirt and started undoing them all the while he kissed her senseless and once he found her right breast and cupped it softly, she arched her back and moaned loudly in his mouth.

“Holy shit, princess.” he whispered when they pulled away breathless and his eyes fell down to her breasts “You look so stunning.”

“No, I don’t.” she huffed like he was saying the silliest thing in the world.

“Yes, you do.” he knew she had been insecure ever since giving birth to Gus.

She had gained some weight, then lost a lot really fast. It got so bad, she started passing out from not eating and hid it from him. One of those times it happened in the middle of the night when she got up to grab some water. He woke up from her body hitting the floor and immideately rushed her to her mom. They had a talk about it and she shared all her thoughts with him.

He held her in his arms and told her she was beautiful, promising to wake her up with this every morning until she believed it.

He still did that, even now, four years later. Without a fail that was the first thing he said to her when they both woke up. If she was away, he'd radio it. If he had to be up earlier, he wrote it on a note and left it by her pillow, so it'd be the first thing she saw.

It got better over time but he noticed she still had moments of relapse, usually early in the winter or when spring came. He’d see she barely ate and casually filled her plate with food and followed her around with a bottle of water when she was working too hard.

When she felt it was getting worse, she went to her mom on her own and they worked it through together but she had been mostly well in the past year.

Being pregnant with Cassie helped her overcome some of that even when he thought it may bring back the old demons. It hadn’t.

Clarke had been proud of gaining a little weight the more her belly grew but he had still caught her staring at the mirror lately and rubbing her tummy that albeit mostly flat, still had the cute curves that her body always did.

Her thights were heavier, fuller and so was her ass but he absolutely loved it all.

He tried hard to remind her of it.

He rolled her on her back and looked down at her, stroking her head as he smiled down at her and spread her legs with his other free hand. She gasped and moved up on the pillow the moment she arched her back.

He smiled and unbuttoned the shirt all the way down, pushing it aside and revealing her beautiful chest. She moved up and helped him take it off while he simply marvelled at her.

“I love it when you look at me like this.” she whispered.

“Like what?”

“As if you see me naked for the first time ever.” he smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

“That’s because every time I do, there’s something new about you. It’s familiar and unknown at the same time and I want to kiss every spot I haven’t, touch every place I didn’t before...love you in the best way I can.” he explained as he sucked on the skin between her neck and shoulder and dragged his hand over her chest, stopped at her tummy and softly rubbed it there.

“I don’t think you realize how amazing you are. Carrying both our children in you...being the most badass mother there is while running this camp...”

“I don’t do it all alone.” she buried her fingers in his curls and lift her legs up, locking them on his back “I got you too.” he huffed and shook his head like it was nothing but felt his dick grow harder and she moved up and down again on him a little, desperate for friction.

He grabbed the hem of her panties and gently lifted her up as he slid them down her legs and watched her kick them out of the bed.

He giggled like Gus did sometimes and Clarke found her heart filling with love for her beautiful man.

She pulled at his boxers too and felt the excitement of having him in her so soon yet again as if it was the first time they were doing it.

He let her hands roam over his ass like he knew she liked to do and paid attention to her breasts in the meantime, sucking off her nipples and feeling some of her milk come out.

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay, I’m quite full anyway.” she promised “Plus, it’s kind of sexy.” he blushed again and followed her eyes as they fell down to his hard dick that was now away from its confinments.

Her hands slipped to take his dick and he gasped the moment she wrapped her fingers around him, closing his eyes and grunting at his inability to prevent himself from pushing in her hand a little. She smiled too and stroked him a few times while he spread her legs wider and allowed her to guide him in.

Coming into her felt new every time. She was so good and warm, like coming home after a long day of work.

He stilled inside her for a bit and allowed them to have this minute in which they both gasped in each other’s faces and tried to catch their breaths.

“Fucking...awesome...every time.” he whispered and she laughed out while his hands moved to his shoulders and he adjusted her hips up on his back.

“I feel like you get bigger with the years.” she whispered and he blushed.

“I doubt that’s anatomically proven, princess.” he laughs as he pulls away and then comes back in with a rather sharp jolt. She gasps and he covers her mouth with his big hand “Shh, we don’t want to wake Cassie up.”

Clarke opens her eyes widely and stares up at him. He expects her to mumble something but instead he feels her tongue against his fingers and that makes him hiss.

God, his princess was kinky.

When he tried to move his hand away she stopped him and put it right back there, showing him she loved this while urging him to keep fucking her by digging her heels in his butt.

He moved in and out really fast at first, almost pounding into her, pushing her back to the wooden bedboard and removing all pillows away, throwing them on the floor. She had a really hard time keeping her gasps quiet but his hand helped and then...he slowed down because he realized they weren’t really in a rush.

Clarke took his middle finger into her mouth and sucked on him while he softly pushed in and out of her. She came calling his name then for the first time and he beamed when he saw her so happy.

When he tried to pull away, though, she wouldn’t let him. Instead she rolled them over and rode him, coming for the second time just minutes after.

He was gasping at the sight of her and when he was on the verge of his own orgasm, she rolled off of him after being on top and surprisingly fell on her left side and pushed her back and beautiful round butt into him.

“Princess?”

“Fuck me sideways.” she said and he almost came at the words alone.

“Clarke...are you sure, you came already.”

“But you haven’t and I know why.” she scolded as she looked up over his shoulder “You don’t think you deserve to. You’re so silly.”

“Clarke-” she huffed as if annoyed with him and reached her hand out, taking his dick in her fingers and tugging it a little. He gasped so loudly they both heard Cassie move in her crib and Clarke gave him another serious look.

They remained quiet for a minute, just to make sure Cassie wasn’t waking up and Bellamy couldn’t stop staring at his dick in Clarke’s hand as awful as that must’ve sounded.

“If you wake up the baby before you’ve come, I’m going to kill you.” he chuckled and carefully moved over to her, spreading her legs again and using his fingers to touch her first.

It was incredible how wet she still was despite coming twice already. He kissed her shoulder as he gently pushed into her and felt her body relax into his embrace.

“You’re right, you know?” he whispered into her ear as he started moving in and out of her again “I don’t deserve you.”

She took his hand and moved it from her stomach to her breast, asking him to cup her there again. She didn’t say anything back which he thought was a good sign that she for once agreed with him and when he finally came inside of her, feeling his cum fill her whole and almost coming again at the image of it, he gasped out and then carefully slipped out of her.

She moaned loudly too and let go of his hand which she had moved to her mouth to use as a way to silence herself, before rolling over and pressing herself to his side.

She threw her leg over his thigh and he felt her wetness spread over the skin there which almost made him hard again.

He was surprised when she cupped his cheek and turned his head to her.

“You know how every morning you tell me I’m beautiful, right?” he nodded and kissed the crease between her forehead. “It means the world to me even when I can’t show it or say anything back or even believe it. It’s the same thing as you massaging my head after a long day or putting a glass of water for me after I feed Cassie because you know I get thristy or kissing my forehead before you leave for work.” he smiles at that and stares into her deep blue eyes “It’s your heart, Bellamy.” her fingers slip to his chest and he swallows hard at that, feeling his eyes fill with tears “It’s so big.”

“Clarke-”

“It is and it scares me sometimes but it also gets me angry. I don’t want you to ever think you don’t deserve having me or Gus and Cassie in your life because you do and we’re lucky to have you and I’ll never get tired of saying it the same way you never get tired of telling me how beautiful I am, okay?”

He smiles and picks up her left hand, threading his fingers over her knuckles and taking out her ring finger on the side of which they both had small tattoos they did when they got married by the river a little before Gus was born.

Hers was a crescent moon with tiny stars. His was the sun above tiny ocean waves.

He kissed her moon and pulled her close.

“I love you, Clarke Griffin.” she found his hand and kissed the sun too as she snuggled further into his chest.

“I love you too, Bellamy Blake.”

They fell asleep and when half an hour later they were waken up by Cassie who was wailing like she had never been fed in her life, Bellamy watched Clarke get up and pick their daughter up as she came back to bed and nursed her gently.

He rest his head over her stomach and looked at her, thinking how he’s the happiest person in the universe or any other that could exist out there.

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“Who is it?” he asks feeling Gus tremble in his arms and whimper a little. Poor kid was terrified of anyone coming to their door who wasn’t his grandma or any of his friends from school.

“Bellamy, it’s Harper!” he hears his friend’s voice and exhales a little, bowing his head down for a second “Please, open up!”

“It’s okay, kid.” he whispers in Gus’ ear as he rubs his back up and down with his big hand “Just Jordan’s mom, it’s fine.” the boy doesn’t relax until Bellamy pulls the door open and he carefully peaks at it, finding indeed, his friend’s mom there, looking up at Bellamy with the most worried expression on her face.

“Hey, Harper, what’s going on?” their friend looked flustered, hands shaky and eyes wide with fear.

“Is Clarke home?” she looked around but Bellamy was too broad for her to actually glance in the room “Can I come in?”

“Of course, sorry, we were just having dinner.” he apologizes as he moves away and lets her in, Clarke was already up on her feet and rushing to them.

“What’s up? Are you okay?” Clarke asked right away as Harper reaches for her with trembling hands that Clarke takes in and squeezes hard “Is it Jordan? Does his hand hurt?”

“We uh...we need your help.” she says and only now does Bellamy notice that some of her shirt sleeve was painted with a deep dark red. Someone had been bleeding. Bellamy looks at Aurora and motions for her to come and pick Gus up which she does and the kid surprisingly pulls away without much fuss, probably being too scared of even finding Harper at the door, knowing something is wrong without having to hear everything. He still clenches his arms around Bellamy but he whispers in his ears that he has to go with grandma for a moment and he’s thankfully too tired and sleepy after eating to fight him. “Our neighbor, mister Lemkin, he was involved in fixing the engine the other day, he’s one of the few mechanics from Farm.” she explains and Bellamy nods, he thinks he’s heard the name and if he’s right it was a man a little older than with bright red hair and kind eyes.

“Doesn’t he have a girl?”

“Yes, Reese...she’s a little older than Jordan and Gus.” Harper explains frantically.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“He hurt his leg while you guys were trying to fix the engine, more like...his foot really, he got it stuck inbetween some metal while they were putting back the parts together so he got a bad cut and I think some of it is broken too.” she blurts out and Clarke nods seriously “I didn’t know who else to ask for help. The nurses’ station doesn’t work this late and I have no way of getting him there anyway. Reese has been staying with us most of the time but she’s worried and doesn’t know how to help her dad.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” Clarke jumps in action right away, making Bellamy’s heart go crazy “I have bandages but we’ll need moonshine.”

“I have two bottles at home as well as cotton swabs and some of the Factory miracle rub if it’ll help with anything.”

“Clarke-” Bellamy tries intervening, this was happening too fast “Wait a second here-” Harper looks at him confused and Clarke sends daggers his way like she did only when she was very angry “You can’t just...you can’t just go there, you have no ID, just papers.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t be. If someone catches you practicing medicine when you’re clearly forbidden from doing so, you’ll be floated!” he raises his voice a little and takes her hand, squeezing it tightly, trying to prove a point.”And if a guard stops you, they can lock you up for not having a clearly defined citizenship and keep you there for weeks just out of spite!”

“Bellamy-”

“It’s dangerous!”

“I know it is, but I won’t leave this man out there to die when I can help him!” she keeps her eyes on him determined “We talked about this once.”

“Yes, we did and I disagreed!”

“And I told you you don’t have the right to when you clearly risk your life for us all without even letting me know what you’re doing!” Clarke raises her voice making his jaw drop a little before he painfully clenches it again and bites back his words so as not to completely blow up in front of their friend and Gus who was talking quietly to his grandma behind their backs, probably worried as hell already.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I don’t want you to argue because of me I just-” Harper adds but Clarke raises her hand.

“No, don’t be. I am coming and Bellamy can’t stop me.” she insists and he huffs frustrated but squeezes her wrist a little harder, trying to make an emphasis.

“Clarke-”

“You won’t win this one, Bellamy.” she cuts him off “I-”

“Will you let me speak?” he cuts her off surprising her with the softness and defeat in his voice “I won’t fight you.” he relents “We’ll go help them but I’m coming with you.” she opens her mouth to disagree but he shakes his head “If you get stopped, I can intervene, I can help, okay?” her shoulders sag.

“Okay.” in truth she didn’t want him to come, not with the way he was barely walking after work or with how he was still coughing-he needed the rest, she knew it but there was no changing his mind just like there was nothing to be done about her decision to go to Farm.

“Grab your things and let’s go.” he nods at her but avoids Harper’s look. He understood why she was doing this, she only ever wanted to help and she must’ve been trying for a while considering she shadowed Clarke and helped her before when she and Jackson were working the clinic in Factory.

While Clarke gets ready, he goes to his mom and Gus and explains the kid what’s happening. He seems to understand that they’re going to help but he’s still a little scared. Bellamy promises they won’t be long and Gus wraps his arms tightly around his dad letting him hold him for a moment before they separate. Aurora tells them to be carefully as she sends them off the door, clearly worried about the whole thing as much as Bellamy was which warmed Clarke’s heart but she knew she had to focus on the task at hand.

Bellamy walked side by side with them at first but then went ahead to scout the hallways for guards and wheather or not they could present a treat. He had his crutch on because Aurora had basically shoved it in his hand before he left and though he had tried to protest about it, Clarke could see he leaned heavily into it as he made his way forward.

Harper held Clarke’s hand as she too remained alert while explaining everything she knew about mister Lemkin and his condition but also added that Monty himself got a bad cut at work today that she’d like Clarke to check if she could and Jordan’s wrist was healing but the frostbite on his fingers and face worried her a little.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out, I promise.” Clarke assured her and Bellamy heard it too because he threw his head back and she could see the anger in his eyes. Their argument was far from over and she was well-aware that once they came back home, Bellamy would raise the issue of her risking her life again.

There was no official border patrol between Factory and Farm as of lately despite guards lingering by the gates and stopping people at random to ask them where they were going and why. Too many people had families in both stations and the line of those crossing was quite big. After the bombings the control had tightened but now things were back to being somewhat a little looser when it came to the migration of people in those three stations. Still, Bellamy knew that if he didn’t swipe his card on his hallway machine before ten am, they’d come looking for him, possibly Clarke too and escort them out of Farm.

People had to be back to their own homes by curfew-if they weren’t they could be locked up and questioned for a few days, probably punished by taking ration points from them but that wasn’t something Bellamy ever wanted to happen, most of all because he was scared for Clarke.

When they approached Farm station’s main entrance that was marked by a sign on the door painted green and some plants, mostly wheat and algae drawn on the side, one of the guards measured them with a look before they even got there and Bellamy tensed.

He waited the girls up and when Clarke was by his side he took her hand and squeezed it hard.

“Play along and don’t talk-” he whispers in her ear “He’ll figure out your Alpha accent and catch us, okay?” Clarke nodded but kept her determined look staring ahead at the guard who was about their age. Harper sensed the tension but instead of panicking, she simply smiled when the guard stood their way.

“IDs please.” his voice was very child-like and he tried to look tough but it seemed as if he hated stopping them-it wasn’t annoyance per se but he didn’t hold the enjoyment or grudge more guards did when they stopped Factory and Farm folks for a random check up.

Bellamy steps before Clarke and passes his ID over.

“Me and my wife are just visitng our friend from Farm here.” he explains and Harper hands over hers too which he waves off when he sees it’s from the station they’re crossing to. Clarke tenses next to him and he isn’t sure if it’s because of their fake marriage or the guard himself and the rifle hanging on his left side.

He scans Bellamy’s ID but his eyes trail on Clarke for a moment.

“And yours, ma’am?” he prods as he returns Bellamy’s card and raises an eyebrow in quiet suspicion.

Bellamy could feel the sweat trailing down his back but he steps closer before her.

“She forgot it at home actually, it was my bad, I kind of rushed her.” he says and the guard opens up his mouth to say something but Bellamy reaches for his inner pocket and pulls out his red Level 11 pass card handing it over to the guard who’s mouth hangs a little upon seeing it. Surely Bellamy with his cane and his old uniform, his ruffled hair and his tired eyes didn’t seem like a top mechanic working on a secret level but the pass was there-with his name and picture and nobody could dispute it or call it fake.

“You can surely make an excuse for a silly man like me who got his wife in trouble, right?” at the sight of the card the guard tenses, he looks back at Bellamy and the girls, doesn’t even scan it and quickly pushes it back to Bellamy’s hand.

“Go ahead.” he gestures for the entrance “But don’t let it happen again, okay?” Bellamy nods with the most fake apologetic look he can muster “And don’t wave that off around anywhere or you may get suspended, mechanic.” he warns.

“I’m sorry, guardsman, I just-” the men waves them off and lets them through.

“Come on, get out of here.” he urges them as if Bellamy was suddenly carrying some diesase he could contract him with just for working at level 11. Bellamy didn’t miss the way he uttered the words “Factory scum” as they passed by and he has to squeeze his eyes shut not to react as he leaned heavily on his cane.

He feels Clarke’s hand sneak between his fingers and squeeze them tightly but she waits until they’re out of the guard’s earshot to give him a look and whisper.

“Thank you.” she knew how much that cost him, she knew that the psychological strain of putting himself between her and the guard was devastating and would probably give him nightmares tonight. He already shook hard, just after a minute-long interraction and it was understandable-he has been beaten by the wolves as they called them so many times he was marked for life.

When they passed away, long enough to be out of earshot, Bellamy stopped and leaned on the wall, closing his eyes briefly and letting Clarke and Harper pass by him. On the outside it’d look like he was just taking a second to relax his leg, since they’ve been walking pretty fast, trying to get to Farm as quickly as possible, but Clarke knew this was something else.

She gave Harper a look and whispered for her to go on, that she’ll need a second before she returned back to Bellamy.

“Hey-” she calls out to him but he doesn’t open his eyes right away, instead he just shakes his head a little and she notices the way his breathing is too fast and shallow, like when he was panicking. His hands shook and the one gripping the crutch was treatening to actually drop it, so she reached out and stedied him.

When he couldn’t stand on his own, she’d be there to help him. She wouldn’t let him fall. Just like he wouldn’t let her get blown up by that bomb-after all, she was the reason he was here in the first place...she was the reason that he would never be the same man again.

“Bellamy, look at me.” she commands as she picks up his chin and forces him to look at her.

He does and for a moment she almost wishes he hadn’t-there was so much pain in his eyes, so much fear and anxiety that she feels like something kicked her in the stomach and made her fall on the ground herself.

She even feels herseslf physically sway and he notices it, because he reaches with his other, free hand for hers and grips it tightly making her heart skip a few beats-that was her Bellamy, he’d always put everyone else before him even when he was barely breathing.

Clarke quickly gets a grip of herself though and shakes all her bad thoughts away, forcing herself to be strong for him. God, they were both so fucked up sometimes it was unreal how that many things happened to them and him most of all in such a short span of just a few months and they were still standing.

“You’re okay.” she tells him but he’s too stunned and scared to say something back-she could see something else was plaguing him, something he hasn’t talked to her about, something he hasn’t shared. Maybe it had to do with that pass he waved at the guard...but no, he had met with other guards before and he had held his ground-something made him scared this time...something shook him harder ”You’re okay, Bellamy, please just look at me-” she lets his hands go and instead cups his face, digging her nails in his skin a little and staring into his eyes with determination now.

“Clarke-”

“Listen to me-you’re okay, nothing happened, we’re fine and we will be fine, alright?” he stares into her with such vulnerability that it just breaks her heart “That guard won’t hurt you. I won’t let him.” Bellamy nods a little “I won’t let him hurt you, do you hear me, Bell?” she repeats “Do you understand?” he nods again still shaking and she smiles a little.

“Take a breath now...deep breaths...just like this, yes, good job! Let’s breathe together for a moment, okay? We can take a minute, we’re not in a rush.” technically that wasn’t true-they were indeed in a rush and when she quickly turned around and found Harper standing at the end of the hallway, looking around impatiently, she knew they had to hurry but Bellamy was her family, he always came first, so she had to help him before she could treat anyone else-otherwise her mind wouldn’t even be where it should be.

“That’s right, you’re doing great.” she assures when his breathing goes back to normal slowly and she pushes his head to her chest, making him lean in a little but desperate to hold him in a tight, short hug, knowing how much he needed it right now.

When he wraps his arm back around her waist-that’s how she knows he’s back to her, that he’s okay now and his lips find her neck, give her a small sweet peck that makes everything in her body on fire-god, the effect he had on her- before whispering “Thank you, princess.”

She pulls away and he tries to brush the tears from his face with the back of his sweater but she cleans them up with her thumbs instead and moves up to kiss his lips quickly, despite knowing that everyone passing by and Harper, most of all, was watching them, but not giving a damn about it.

When she falls back on her heels, her arms wrap around his neck and she looks at him seriously.

“We have a lot to talk about when we go back home.” he nods as he swallows hard and shakes his head, trying to chase away the demons.

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” she cuts him off “You just had a full blow panic attack in the middle of Farm station’s hallway.” he bows his head down to the ground as if in shame “No, don’t hide, I don’t want you to be ashamed-” she picks his head by the chin again and gives him a softer look “I just want you to talk to me.”

He leans his head down and rubs his nose against hers, then kisses her cheek and pulls back.

“I promise that I’m fine...it was just...I don’t know what it was, but I’m okay.” she can see him going back to his strong and serious bravado that he tries to emphasize by straightening himself up a little and taking a deeper breath “We should go. Those people there need you.” he insists and Clarke opens her mouth to fight him but he shakes his head and squeezes her hand tightly again.

“It’s okay, Clarke.” he insists but she doesn’t believe him for a second.

Yet, they don’t really have a choice-they do need to move and when Clarke turns around he finds Harper has approached them and was about to urge them to keep going again.

“We really need to-” she says and Clarke nods.

“I know...I know, let’s go.” they start moving again and Bellamy follows as swiftly as he can but when they take another turn, he tells them to stop and insists he’s the one to lead before them in case they meet other guards that may cause them problems which Clarke definitely isn’t happy about but can’t really argue with since she had absolutely no documents or IDs and could end up in a cell in case someone decided to blow this out of proportions.

Let’s also not forget the fact that she was about to give illegal medical help.

When they make it to Tor Lemkin’s place, Harper nods in a particular code way before a girl, no older than maybe ten opens up. She had beautiful long brown hair, pale face and big green eyes and was dressed in what looked like her PJs.

“Harper!” she throws herself in her friend “You brought help.”

“Of course I did, kiddo. I promised, didn’t I?” they all look up and find her dad sprayed on the couch, his leg propped up on a pillow with a very haphazard bandage on the wound under his knee. The whole thing was bad, even Bellamy could tell, considering how blue and bruised his skin on top of being way too swollen and red. Tor glances up at him and despite what is probably the fever raging in his body he recognizes him.

“Bellamy Blake?”

“Hey, Tor.” he greets him when they make it in and Harper introduces Clarke to both Reese and Tor.

Bellamy can remember seeing the man working on Level 1 and sometimes 4 where most of the cooling systems were but he hasn’t talked much to him. Most workers in Factory knew each other by face or where they worked and if not their jackets always denoted that too in case someone need to find a mechanic from another level for help. Bellamy could see Tor’s one now, hanging on the chair by the couch-the wrench patch on his left arm as well as the numbers one and four and a small snowflake patch under them which described everything there was to his job. Bellamy’s one still showed he worked on Level 2 as a mechanic since officially Level 11 was closed after the fire and no one was suppsoed to know something was happening there.

Tor and him exchange a few words while Clarke and Harper get to work on his leg-it turned out he really did get hurt the other day during the engine fixing-his leg got stuck between two big metal patches and they had to basically drag him away to keep him from forever being stuck there which is how he got his wound.

When Clarke unwraps it, she finds it’s oozing yellow and upon touching his forehead and finding it burning and taking his temperature, she’s worried about blood poisoning.

“I’ll clean the wound and dig out all the infected flesh but we’ll need to find some antibiotis or at least...something to prevent a sepsis.” she tells him and Harper, surprisingly then, chimes in.

“We’ll figure out a way.” she tells Clarke and Bellamy cocks an eyebrow “I know a guy who can maybe help.”

“Harper, it’s dangerous.” Tor warns her carefully “I don’t want you risking your life or Monty’s for me.”

“I’ll be okay, I promise.” Harper rubs her hand over his foreharm while Reese peeks behind the two girls with worry and curiosity “Clarke and Bellamy will help me.” Bellamy wants to snap and tell her not to involve Clarke in this but he knows better than to start a fight here so instead he grips Reese’s shoulder and brings her attention to him.

“How about you and I go outside and play for a bit, kiddo?” he suggests and glances at Clarke telling her that this was also him keeping watch and making sure nobody finds them but also trying to take the kid away from the room knowing that Tor will probably have a hard time keeping his screams while they cleaned the infection.

Reese looks at her dad for approval and he nods.

“Go on dear, Bellamy’s a great story teller, maybe he can tell you something I haven’t yet, right?” Bellamy nods and leans down a little to Reese.

“Have you heard about the myth of Europa and Zeus?” Reese shakes her head “It’s my son’s favorite, maybe you’d like it too, huh?” Reese glances again at her dad and he waves his hand at her, begging her to come closer. When she does, she hugs him tightly and he whispers something in her ear that Bellamy doesn’t catch apart from the words- “you gotta be brave now, little warrior” before letting go of Reese and allowing her to follow Bellamy. Before they leave, though she runs back to her dad, takes off her pink hair pin and puts it in her dad’s big palm. Tor immideately wraps his fingers around it and lets Reese kiss his forehead as she slowly walks back to Bellamy.

“We’ll be at the end of the hallway by the benches and the swings, okay?” he tells Clarke and Harper as he takes the girl outside.

Reese is very smart and headstrong-she’s a badass kid and asks Bellamy lots of questions while he tells her more than one story. She makes him smile and provokes him but in a good way. Half an hour in and she’s already fighting about Europa and how she should’ve kicked Zeus’ butt which makes Bellamy laugh though he agrees with it too.

But when Bellamy’s done telling his stories and suggests Reese go to the swings for a bit, she shakes her head and just rests her back against the metal bench, leaning a little closer into Bellamy.

“Do you think that....do you think that my dad will die?” she asks after a moment which Bellamy spent staring around for every figure that wore a guard uniform and kept glancing at the clock on the other side of the wall, desperate to make out the numbers and knowing they had less than half an hour to leave the station before they had to go back to Factory.

“No, of course not.” Bellamy opposes and Reese gives him a look of disbelief.

“How do you know?”

“Because Clarke’s the best doctor there is.” he promises but the girl still doesn’t seem convinced “I’m the living proof of that, you know?” now that catches the kid’s interest.

“How come?” she asks curiously and crosses her arms over her chest as if preparing for a fight with Bellamy but willing to give him a shot and hear him out.

“I got hurt in the bombings. That’s why I use a crutch.” Reese looks down on him and then back up, her features softer now “I was very sick after, had fever like your dad, they weren’t sure I’ll make it or even walk but...Clarke did it.”

“Really?” Bellamy nods with a small smile himself, wrapping an arm around Reese and tugging her close.

“She brought me back on my feet and she will do the same thing with your dad, I promise you.” Reese sighs and leans a little into his side, a clear sign that she now trusted him but something was still bothering her. “What is it, kiddo?” he asks softly, stroking her head like he did with Gus.

“I just...there’s nothing I can do to help him.” Reese admits finally “I feel useless.” Bellamy’s heart breaks at that and he has to take a minute to squeeze his eyes shut before he takes a deep breath, tightens his grip around Reese’s arm and forces himself to be strong.

“Of course you’re not useless!” Bellamy opposes her feverntly “Your dad doesn’t need you to do things for him, he just needs to know you’re there and you love him.”

“But he can’t walk...and I...I want to give him food and help him sit up but he won’t let me.” Reese protests softly “He wants to do everything himself.”

“That’s because he doesn’t want to burden you, sweetheart.” Bellamy insists feeling like he was having a conversation with Gus years from now right at this moment.

Was his son feeling the same way?

Sure, he was younger and he didn’t understand the extents of his injuries or what it meant for Bellamy to work with his body wrecked like this but it was enough that he saw him in pain.

And his son, despite his young age, always the selfless one, always wanting to help, to give...

Bellamy couldn’t imagine what it would be like for him when he got Reese’s age. In fact, he didn’t even want to think about it. It was awful enough now when Gus was so little yet so anxious and worried about everything conscerning his father, so for him to grow up and have a better grip of their reality would make everything all the more harder.

“He thinks he always has to be strong but he doesn’t.” Reese continues, breaking Bellamy out of his thoughts and back to reality “He can be weak...he can let me help.”

“You’re just a child. He doesn’t want you to have to grow up faster than you need to, Reese.”

“Why are you defending him?” she suddenly snaps, angry at his words and behavior, like he wanted to lecture her instead of actually bring her comofrt and Bellamy realizes he may have done just that.

“I’m sorry.” Bellamy raises his hands in defence and lets go of her “I wasn’t trying to make it worse for you, I just wanted you to understand.” Reese keeps glaring at him, though, unhappy about the situation as much as Bellamy was trying to explain himself. “I have a son too and he worries just like you do.”

“So then you get it.”

“Of course I do but I also wanted to give you my perspective of things...because it’s the same as your father’s.” at that Reese’s shoulders sag and she bows her head down, thinking over Bellamy’s words as she fidgets with her fingers, twisting her thumb around between her index and middle ones.”He just loves you too much.”

“I love him too.” Reese admits softly “Ever since mama died it’s just been me and him.” Bellamy swallows hard at the horrible comparison between their family and his-he remembers vaguely that Tor’s wife died a few years after she gave birth to Reese from the flu going around at the station during that time which was pretty awful. He had gotten sick then too but that was before he even met Gina. He remembers his mom being worried about him and forcing him not to go to work so he could get better.

“He’s my hero.” she adds “But he doesn’t know that...he doesn’t have to be one all the time.” Bellamy’s eyes fill with tears at that and he leans closer to Reese.

“Come here, kid” he opens his arms for her and she throws herself in his embrace, letting him give her a warm hug for the first time today. Even though they met barely an hour ago, kids were awesome like that as they were pure and unafraid to meet people and make them their best friends in minutes. Plus Bellamy was warm and kind and he was honest with her, which is what Reese loved the most.

“Do you think we should go back and check on them?” Bellamy suggests and Reese nods after finally pulling away. When Bellamy has a hard time standing up, she grabs his hand and despite her age and size, she actually does manage to help him get stable on his feet.

By the time they come back to their place, though Tor tells them that Clarke’s been called down the hallway by another woman and Bellamy feels his face burn with uncontrolled anger.

This was all so fucking risky-they had barely twenty minutes left before they had to cross back to Factory, if she was going to risk her life like this, he wasn’t sure how many times he could pull out the Level 11 ID card trick and hope it works.

It certainly won’t hold on forever.

He tries to control his breathing and swallow down his pain but the more he stays up, the more the pain in his back increases and when he finds Clarke at the end of the same hallway as Tor’s appartment, she’s fixing a girl’s broken leg and a dislocated shoulder that her mom got after helping fix the Factory engine too.

He calls her out and gestures at the clock above her patient’s bed which makes Clarke grit her teeth and give him a curt nod as she whispered “Five minutes”. He rolls his eyes and closes the door but leaves it ajar as he kept guard. Harper was in there with her, calming down the girl with the broken leg and he rested his back on the metal wall, listening her talk to them, instructing them not to move too much and then daring, actually fucking daring to promise them she’ll be back in a few days to check how they’re healing.

She comes out of there exactly five minutes before curfew and he’s furious with her but he doesn’t show it in any other way than clenching his jaw and gripping his crutch tightly, trying to keep himself from passing out in the middle of the damn hallway when he was out there to protect her.

“Thank you, Clarke.” Harper says when they start walking back to the gates “What you did for them...it’s nothing short of a miracle for those people.” Clarke shook her head clearly unhappy with herself.

“That’s nothing. I need real bandages, moonshine, antiseptic, medicine...antibiotics.” she clenched her jaw and let Bellamy walk before them, keeping an eye on the guards but she didn’t miss how rigid his posture was or his glistening with anger looks he was throwing her way-he was mad and partly, he was right to be mad, she should’ve finished earlier but the mother and the little girl...they needed her.

So many people have heard of the doctor who fought the system and opened up a clinic in Factory-to many she was a savior and Clarke had only realized her popularity amongst those less fortunate today with Harper, Tor and this woman. Her friend had mentioned there were others who have asked for her, some who believed the Factory clinic was still running but that the guards refused them to pass so they wouldn’t be helped, third believed it was secretly operating but only for certain folks and fourth simply begged for her help.

There were many more that needed her. Harper mentioned at least a dozen more cases, most of them severe-broken bones, open wounds or bad cases of the flu going around this time of the year agian.

Bellamy was listening carefully to everything they talked about and every now and then he’d look back and she swore that if they had the time for it, he’d have stopped and started yelling at her for being an idiot about half an hour ago.

He was clearly unhappy about this but she wasn’t the only one who did dumb things-whatever this ID he showed to the guard meant, it couldn’t be good, not if they let him be so easy and she wondered what kind of mess he managed to get himself into.

“Do you think we can see each other again tomorrow or...the day after?” Harper asked once they reached the gates. There were only two guards and they were talking between each other, holding some sort of satchel and inspecting its content-probably something they had confiscated from a poor Farm or Factory person, which didn’t matter to Bellamy as long as it kept their attention away from the three of them.

He’s about to open up his mouth and argue when he sees Clarke’s hands wrap around Harpers and squeeze them tightly.

“Of course.” she states and he feels his heart fall to his feet. Goddammit that stupid self-sacrificial princess of his “Tomorrow.”

“I can come get you after I’m done with work.” Harper says “That way we’ll have more time.”

“No!” Bellamy cuts off coming a little closer to Clarke, stepping before her and facing Harper “This is dangerous! She was almost floated barely a month ago, do you want to sign her death sentence!”

“Bellamy-” Clarke stepped up glancing at him and furrowing her eyebrows “We talked about this! I’m doing it!”

“Only over my death body are you crossing the stations twice a day without proper documents!”

“I can get her another fake ID.” Harper joins in, clearly as stubborn about this as Clarke was and he shoots her another angry glance-what the fuck was wrong with Harper? She was supposed to be on his side. He knew how much he already cared about Clarke and she was willing to risk her life for this?

“It’s too risky-they can catch her.” Clarke takes him by the elbow and squeezes it tight trying to bring his attention to her but he wouldn’t budge-he kept staring at Harper with the angriest of looks but the woman seemed unafected-she was just as stubborn as Clarke was and she only jut her chin up at Bellamy in a quiet way of trying to say “Fuck you!”

“We don’t have time for this now!” Clarke urged when the warning sirens started going off, reminding people that they had two minutes to cross back to their stations “We need to go, Bellamy!” she started pushing him and she must’ve applied a little too much pressure or he was simply that tired that he swayed hard on his feet and when he did he collided right into the arms of one of the two guards that was back by the gates, checking the few passengers that had lined up.

“Hey, watch out, you cripple!” he scoffed at him and Bellamy grit his teeth as Clarke pushed him back and tried to steady him on his feet again. “Come on, line up and give me your IDs” he yelled as he started moving over the right side where the button to open the doors was.

“I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy scoffed and Clarke gripped his elbow tightly. Usually he was good at keeping his cool around the guards, well...most of the time but the events from this night and all the arguing with Harper who was now about to leave as Clarke gave her one last reassuring nod and whispered that “They’ll talk again tomorrow”, was sending him on edge.

Unfortunately the guard heard him talking back and turned around.

“What was that you said?” he asked, stopping a few feet from them but not coming closer-he was trying to treaten them with his angry look and his hand on the gun in his holster.

Clarke felt herself freeze at that and she begged the universe that Bellamy would come back to his senses but when she glanced up, she found him still staring at the guard like he was about ready to use his crutch on him and kick his butt.

Which she knew in normal cirucmstances he could probably do, but not right now and not like this-if they were caught and locked up, they’d end up at the very least punished and Clarke surely floated especially if they looked into the reasons why she was in Farm or the lack of proper legal documents on her.

“I said I’m not a cripple!” Bellamy bit back and Clarke felt a rush of fear run down her spine. The guard walked to them and this time it was her who stood up before Bellamy and raised her hand, trying to remember to sound as Factory station like as she could-she had been practicing the accent for a few weeks now but she knew she hadn’t mastered it perfectly.

“Please forgive my husband, guardsman-” her eyes looked for the name tag on the left of his chest “O’Conner” she gave him the smile of a sincere but worried wife and did her best to appeal sweet and quiet as any Factory girl should be when she had a meeting with a so-called wolf “He’s cranky because he forgot our anniversary and I gave him a speech about it.” the guard pulls back a little but his eyes don’t leave Bellamy who’s as tense as before and still looks like he’s about to tear the guard apart. His hand was now wrapped around Clarke’s wrist, ready to pull her back the moment he felt like she was in immideate danger.

“Is that so, cripple?” Clarke winced at that and felt Bellamy push from behind her, ready to fight again which of course, in turn only made the guard smile smugly. He took another step closer and reached out for Clarke’s chin, picking it up but staring still right ahead in Bellamy’s eyes “Perhaps I can make up for you, give your little Factory slut the time of her life?”

Now that send Bellamy off and he pulled Clarke away and stepped forward ready to use his crutch on the guard, but he was faster, he took it in, tore it off Bellamy’s hands and with one swift move of his hands, pressed it to his knee and used his force to break it in two and toss it away.

Bellamy let go of Clarke’s hand and tried to swing at him with his fist but again, as before, the guard was faster-he punched him in the face and then used his knee to kick him in the stomach. Bellamy swayed violently and almost hit the ground as Clarke screamed and tried to break them. The rest of the people around looked at the scene unfolding before them but they definitely weren’t surprised-it was as if this has happened a thousand times before and they were so numb to the violence and brutality the guards used on them that they simply moved away from the commotion and looked around like scared but impartial to the world animals.

“Please-” Clarke rose one of her hands again as she leaned over to grab Bellamy’s elbow and keep him up with the other “We’re sorry, just let us pass.” Bellamy looked up from under his curls angrily and just as Clarke was pretty sure he was about to provoke the guard, he got called by the other boy who had been passing some of the passengers through while the argument unfolded and O’Conner clenched his jaw unhappy that he was interrupted.

“Hey! I need some help over here! This one’s drunk!” the boy yelled and Clarke noticed he was supporting an elderly man from Factory who looked much worse for wear than her and Bellamy and someone who would definitely give them trouble unless they dealt with him right now.

He had taken out his baton, ready to use it on either one of them but now he gripped it, looked at Clarke and simply sighed angrily.

“Go on, I’ll deal with you some other time.” he gestured at them to pass through without even asking for an ID which Clarke welcomed as a silent blessing right now. It wasn’t too unusual, though-it was clear that those who waited to pass between stations at the last possible minutes were either drunks like the elderly man who came to Farm for cheap alcohol or folks like her and Bellamy probably visiting relatives before coming home for the night. Clarke noticed that he still looked at the insignia on Bellamy’s sleeve, the wrench patch and the Factory section number so he probably decided this, his poor state and both their clothes and outlook left no room for doubt.

She almost laughed at the irony of it all-this entire time, all she’s ever wanted was to leave Alpha, to be something better than what they taught her there, to help others and not just the few selected by the chancellor and she had finally done it-she was dressed in the old dress Aurora got her, had the Factory simple three-strand plaid, no make up of any sort, her shoes were Bellamy’s old ones and she looked so tired she could probably pass out if the guard had so much as simply pushed her back.

She was no longer an Alpha princess.

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