Bellarke One Shots Book 2

81) Amor Vincit Omnia

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By:iridescentlovej

Clarke doesn't really understand this Earth holiday all that well.

Apparently, there was a lot of popularity surrounding it a hundred years ago. She thinks she heard someone the other day saying that it was hyped up because people could make money off of selling corny love cards and flowers and chocolate, and a shitload of other things that Clarke thinks are a waste of time to begin with.

Who needs a holiday for love right now, anyway? All that time and energy and resources could go into something else, like building the new cabins or tilling the land to grow more food or stocking up on medicine. Certainly not into loving someone with curly dark hair and freckles and the most stubborn, overprotective personality known to mankind. Nope.

So when she walks into the mess hall for breakfast, and finds that the cooks have made everything, even the fucking sandwiches, heart-shaped, she turns around and walks back out. She's having none of that.

Octavia stops her on her way out the door. "Hey, what are you doing? I just saw you walk in, and you need to eat breakfast. What have me and Bellamy been telling you for the past month?"

"Eat your breakfast, princess, people need you and we can't have you being unhealthy, blah blah blah," she grumbles, mocking Bellamy's deep voice. The idiot was such a mother hen.

"That's right," the younger Blake chirps. "So, turn around, eat the damn food, and then you can be on your way." She pushes her backward into the mess hall, her hands going to Clarke's shoulders. Clarke tries to resist, but she's easily dragged in.

"How the hell did you get so strong?" she asks, astonished.

"I ate my breakfast." Octavia guides her to a table, with Jasper and Raven sat eating on it.

Octavia pushes down on Clarke's shoulders, forcing her to plop her butt next to Raven on the bench. Then she leaves a second after, dashing off to the line of people waiting for food.

"Good morning," Jasper greets her. He watches Octavia saunter off, amused. "You can just feel the love in the air, can't you?" Clarke snorts.

"Happy Valentine's Day, babe," Raven says sarcastically, stabbing her heart-shaped loaf of bread with her fork with a bit of force. "You'll be my galentine, right?"

"Um, okay." Clarke scratches her head. "What's that?"

"I read about it somewhere. Galentine's Day is basically the day where ladies celebrate friendship love together. No relationships are allowed to be celebrated." Raven chews thoughtfully, poking at her meat with her fork. "Also, there's a lot of alcohol involved."

"Sounds like my type of party," Clarke remarks.

A second later, a plate full of heart-shaped food is thrust into her face. "Eat, or I'm having Bellamy scold you," Octavia threatens.

Clarke hesitates before taking a small part of the bread on her plate. "Speaking of Bellamy, where is he?"

"Out hunting with Miller and the others. The hunting party left at dawn, so they should be back very soon," she informs her, the threat in her voice still evident.

Translation: Don't try anything while he's gone, or I'm having him hunt you down instead of our next dinner.

Octavia sashays away before Clarke can reply. "Happy Valentine's Day!" she yells with her back turned.

Clarke curses the Blakes' need to take care of people as she reluctantly dives into her meal, mumbling quietly. Can't they see that she can take care of herself just fine?