Marlene's leg will not stop shaking. She's terrified, and it's ridiculous to be terrified of a piece of paper, be she is. She can't help it.

Love isn't easy. Never has been, never will be. And besides, where would the fun be if it was simple? Rated M to be safe.

Poets don't normally write for the enjoyment of others. Just themselves. (AU in which Bellamy and Clarke are in the same poetry course.) (Oh, and this was my english paper. I wrote Bellarke fanfiction for my english paper.)

One who is sentenced to death can never be trusted, for they have nothing to lose.

The pevensie's were always close, and protective of each other and their people. They would do anything for anyone they care about.

They weren't supposed to be gone long. A few days, at most. No one expected they would stay out longer. But they did.

Winning a battle should be a joyous occasion, but not this time.

She promised them no more sleeves. After Wells died, Clarke wasn't sure how to cope. She found a way, but Bellamy made her promise not to do it again. And she kept her promise. Until she found out the her mom murdered her father. (TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self harm.)

He had been an asshole. She didn't expect anything less, though this was Bellamy Blake after all.

He was hard headed, stupid, impulsive. When he was pissed, nothing else mattered. She knew that, way more than most. That didn't stop her from getting hurt, though.