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Head and the Heart- Bellarke

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Edit: This didn't age well, either.

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Traveling through the anomaly isn't how Clarke thought her morning would go. Getting restrained and thrown intro a cell isn't how she thought it would end up.

But she'd do anything to find Bellamy.

She sits on the cold floor, her head in her hands. She can't lose Bellamy. She can't lose anyone else she loves.

Loves.

She loves Bellamy.

She's known it for a long time, but she's tried to suppress it through half assed relationships with people she barely knew. And when he came back down to Earth for her, he was in another's arms. There wasn't a moment that it didn't rip her heart out of her chest. Every time him and Echo shared a look, she wanted to cry. Every time they kissed, she wanted to punch something. But really, none of it matters now. As long as Clarke can get him home safe, he can be with whomever he wants.

His happiness means so much more to her than her own ever will. It always has, and it always will.

A clang from outside the room causes her to look up. She stands, ready to compromise for her friends' safety and a fight if it comes to that.

But who walks through the door is the last person she thought she'd see.

"Bellamy?" Clarke whispers. It has to be a trick. He's clean shaven. He's wearing a tan tshirt and faded jeans. His hair is the messy mop of curls she'd grown to love ever since the day they went to that stupid bunker and ate those stupid nuts.

"Clarke?" He asks, his voice just as soft. She tries to keep her tears at bay in case it's a tactic to gauge any weaknesses she has.

And God knows Bellamy Blake is her ultimate weakness.

"Are you real?" Bellamy nods, stepping closer to him.

"I'm here, Clarke," Bellamy assures. Clarke steps forward reaching her hands out to touch him. He lets her, not wanting to scare her. Her hands stroke his smooth face, looking for any sort of falseness. A tear finally falls when she finds nothing.

It's Bellamy.

Bellamy wastes no time pulling her to him. He holds her tight while she breaks. She falls apart, finally in the man she loves' arms.

"It's okay, Clarke. Shh," he soothes. His heart shatters at the obvious amount of pain she's been through while he was gone.

"I couldn't do it. I lost it without you there, Bellamy," she cries into his chest. His arms tighten around her and he lays his chin on her head.

"I'm here now, Princess. You don't have to do it alone anymore. We'll do it together, like we always have." His words bring her some sort of peace that she hadn't felt since her mother died. She reluctantly pulls away to look up at him. Her eyes scan his face and she smiles a little bit.

"You look like my Bellamy," she whispers. Bellamy's heart leaps.

Is it possible? He thinks.

Bellamy cups her face in his hands and leans in a little, giving her time to pull away. Clarke's heart is beating out of her chest.

Is it possible? She wonders.

Without another moment wasted, she presses her lips to his.

All of the emotion, the longing to be in each other's arms held at bay by a small thread for the past one hundred and thirty years comes crashing down around them like a tidal wave.

Their hands roam each other's bodies, trying to memorize every inch as fast as possible. They pull each other impossibly closer, never wanting to lose contact now that they've got it.

They've got each other.

They pull away, gasping for breath. She smile, their foreheads resting against the other.

"I've always been your Bellamy, Clarke." Clarke pulls him down for another soft kiss.

"Head and the heart?" Clarke whispers. Bellamy lets out a breathless laugh. He finally has her. He has his princess.

"Head and the heart."

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We've come a long way from when we started

We ran away, came back to what we call home

— Shadows by The Head and the Heart —