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  1. Rec 68

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    He hadn’t known much about Clarke Griffin before taking the assignment. For what he’s getting paid, he doesn’t even think to look much into her. Figures he’ll just be trailing some overachieving teenager around a castle, hopes there’s someone halfway attractive employee on the grounds for an occasional fuck. Maybe once in a while he’ll have to throw a few punches or empty a clip into someone’s chest, but it’s nothing he’s not used to. Overall, he’s expecting this to be another run of the mill assignment.

    He could not have been more wrong.

     

    prompt: Actual princess Clarke and bodyguard Bellamy. Clarke hates having a bodyguard, so she gives him hell. Teases him at first, tries to get a reaction. then, knowing he has to be with her at all times she starts undressing in front of him, and then masturbating. Finally, he snaps.

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    01 Feb 2019

  2. Rec *

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    Clarke loves her boyfriend, honestly. She just can't seem to stop cheating on him with Bellamy Blake.

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    16 Dec 2018

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    The ceremony is surreal, like an out of body experience. She walks up a makeshift aisle, the crowd parting to watch her, to take her measure. She’s aware a priest of some sort says words that hush the crowd, but she can’t understand them. She throws a glance over her shoulder, where her mother is bleary eyed but stone faced. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly but she doesn’t interrupt or object. She knows their survival hinges on this.

    She turns back to the priest, barely glancing at the man next to her, but his presence feels overwhelming. His breathing is even, he doesn’t fidget like she suddenly realises she is. He smells a bit spicy, a little heavy. Foreign. She nearly jumps when he shifts on his feet and brushes against her arm, the heat of him searing her skin.

    Her eyes are firmly fixed ahead as the priest starts proceedings, as he chants prayers that she can’t decipher. She can only pick out certain words, and they all make her blood still in her veins. Death, fight, blood. If there is a word for love in trigedasleng she doesn't know it.

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