A second part of sorts to snap // part of the settle down ‘verse. NSFW post-s5 Bellarke delightfulness, because turns out I can write these babes now that they’re older and differently complicated.
She can’t feel anything for him. She can’t. But she can take.
Clarke doesn’t think of herself as that kind of woman, whatever that phrase even means right now. Right now, three days after a boundary was crossed, three days after she crashed into someone for the first time in so damned long… and oh, she had to pick that someone, because she’s so very good at setting herself on fire as prettily as possible.
She’s not the first woman to fuck her co-leader. If humanity survives on this second-chance planet, she highly doubts she’ll be the last. But the utter cliché-ness of the situation just makes it worse.
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