#bellarke fics

[alphinias]

Just out of curiosity — do you have any bellarke fic you love or recommend? I know this sounds SO spoiled but there are so many and it is hard to filter 😅, i used to love the s2 canon divergence ones (after s4 i kinda did not like where the plot went), but kinda feel like I haven’t looked in a long time and there are so many that are based on further seasons

On the other hand i have read every single jiara fic in ao3 and cannot wait for MORE. I guess you get spoiled in some and really annoyed in others lmao.

Also i kinda always miss s1 or s2 spec fics because they are always so creative because of the POTENTIAL.

I know what you mean about it being so overwhelming you forget what you’ve even already read half the time. I’m trying to get better at saving my favorite fics because there have been so many times I regretted not doing that, but unfortunately my peak Bellarke reading was before I started doing this. Fortunately, I did make posts for some of the ones I loved (because apparently I did monthly fic recs for exactly two months) so I have a couple!

Here is list one, and here’s list two! Unfortunately most of these aren’t canon verse, but at the very least you could always check out the authors and see if they have something more to your taste. I always loved the S1 and S2 spec fics/canon compliant stuff too but apparently it wasn’t what I was reading during whatever Bellarke reading binge this was. But I think finding authors you like, checking out their other stuff and their bookmarks too, is often the best way to navigate fandoms that are huge (I say, as someone who doesn’t use the bookmarks feature but probably should so people can see my favs). This is probably my favorite Bellarke author or a contender at least.

With Jiara it’s different because we have a lot of fics now but also it helps when you grow with the fandom and are able to keep up more easily. Not that I’m not ridiculously behind now but I was up to date for a little while!

[who-needs-reality-anyways]

Here is a master list of the fics I am most proud of and hope people enjoyed.

May I Have This Dance - The people of Sanctum throw a ball welcoming everyone from Earth. Bellamy is concerned about dancing with Echo, so he asks Clarke for help. What could go wrong?

Picture Perfect - A cheesy, super short, college AU one shot. Clarke is doing some photography for an assignment and is surprised by a shirtless Bellamy.

Daddy’s Little Star - The father’s day fic that I reblog every year because I either forget about the day or don’t have time to write a new one. Bellamy gets worried about Clarke being home sick but comes home to the best surprise he could ever ask for.

Because of You - Bellamy discovers a beautiful blonde move into the apartment across the hall from his. He immediately knows that he wants to get to know her more. But, as friendly as she is, she doesn’t share much and acts different. The, when an ex-boyfriend, he starts to piece together the situation in front of him, and he will do anything he can to keep Clarke safe.

Once Again, Clarke Forgives Everyone (and everyone forgives her) - This one is pretty simple. After everything they all have been through, some well deserved apologies are shared once Josephine was killed from Clarke’s head.

Be Still And Know (That I’m With You) - This is one of my favorites. Clarke tries to move on with life after the defeat of the Primes, but no one seems to want her around. She does what she believes is best for everyone around her. (Trigger warning: this fic involves suicide. It is in the tags as well, but I just wanted to make it very clear.)

Winter Is Coming - The shortest fic I have written so far. Season 1 AU where Clarke is worried about winter and has an all day/night meeting about it with Bellamy.

Crazy on You - Another one of my favorites. Bellamy starts dating Echo to try and get past the fact that Clarke will never feel the way about him that he feels for her. When Echo starts acting weird, he doesn’t think much about it, but eventually it goes too far and him and his friends, including Clarke, need to figure out how to get rid of her.

In My Footsteps - Another season 1 AU where Bellamy and Clarke are idiots in love but they won’t admit it. Bellamy is always getting hurt, forcing Clarke to patch him up all the time. So Clarke decides to go with the hunting party to keep an eye on him.

May We Meet Again (A Season 7 fix-it) - So I had so much hope for this fic. It’s only halfway done, but I think after a while, especially right after the show ended, it felt like I was beating a dead horse. Maybe I could be persuaded to finish. I still have my outline. It starts right after the season 5 finale, and so far its been about getting Bellamy back, the way the show should have happened.

Getting You Home - After they defeated ALIE, Clarke realized she didnt have a proper place to call her own in Arkadia. She insisted she was fine with making a little tent outside to not bother anyone else, but Bellamy wasn’t having it. He helps her find her own room, but they soon discover that sharing one is what they both really want.

Our Life is My Dream - This one isn’t that old. Modern AU where Clarke and Bellamy have lived an entire lifetime together. They got to raise their kids, meet grandkids, and even a couple great granchildren. Now, with Clarke on her death bed, Bellamy shares a memory with their wonderful family.

Love Beyond the Lies - This fic also isn’t done, but it is MUCH closer than my other wip. Clarke lost her dad right before college. Now she is about to graduate and take over her dad’s part of the family business. She meets Bellamy, a sexy but somehow familiar man that rocks her world. As time goes on, tragedy strikes, and Clarke learns the truth about what really happened that night.

I was going to reblog each fic post, but this seemed a lot easier. This isn’t all of them, but they are the ones I like best and feel like putting out there again. Thank you to anyone who reads and especially to anyone who comments! I wouldn’t have kept writing if it weren’t for you guys.

[honestlydarkprincess]

writing patterns

tagged by @jeeyuns, @devirnis, @exhuastedpigeon mwah

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

we made it (knew that we would be alright) - buckley siblings, rated G “Not that I’m not happy to have lunch with you, Mads, but it was kind out of the blue, everything okay?” Buck asked, putting his drink down after taking a sip. They were waiting for their food at this cute little diner that they loved to come to together and Maddie had been nervously fidgeting for ten minutes now. Buck couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask.

send a flare up in the dark (and i'll come find you) - buddie, rated T “Why are we here, Natalia?” Buck grumbled, looking miserable as he took a big sip of his beer. He picked at the plate of fries that sat on the table between them, shoving one of them in his mouth with a sigh. “We could have just stayed in.”

whatever shall we do - buddie, rated T Buck was immediately suspicious when Eddie sat down across from him at the table in the loft and gave him a wide smile. “What do you want?”

race to the sun (rest when it's over) - buddie, rated E Buck knew that he shouldn’t taunt Eddie while they were fucking. Really, he did. But it just got Eddie so riled up when Buck was a brat that he couldn’t help himself.

i could be the one to make you fall (again and again) - bellarke, rated E Normally, hanging out with the Blake siblings would be a very good night for Clarke. It was her preferred way of spending an evening to be honest. She loved spending time with her best friend and her best friend’s older brother— who also happened to be her crush. Falling for her best friend’s brother was not something Clarke had intended to do and it was times like these that reminded Clarke of just why it was a bad idea.

new sensations, sweet temptations - thiam, rated E When Liam’s mom Jenna started dating his classmate Theo’s adoptive dad David, Liam hadn’t thought all that much about it. His mom hadn’t really dated since his father had died when he was a baby, so he hadn’t thought this would stick. He had been friendly enough when she had brought David home, even played nice with his son Theo. They didn’t get along all that well at school but there were never any problems. Not in high-school and not when they ended up at the same college. Not until Theo became a more concrete part of his life.

all in - hangster, rated E If you had told Rooster a week ago that he would be stumbling into his base housing with Hangman, making out against every surface Rooster could push him into, he would have called you a liar. As it was, he still couldn’t quite believe this was happening, even though Hangman’s tongue was currently in his mouth.

in the middle - buddie/natalia, rated E Eddie jogged up to Buck’s apartment, whistling absentmindedly as he played with his keys. They were planning to go out to a bar tonight for a couple of drinks and then come back to Buck’s for a movie. Eddie would admit that he didn’t really want to go out tonight, would much rather stay in and get all of Buck’s attention on him. But Buck was really excited to try this new bar and Eddie couldn’t say no to him.

help me to help myself - bellarke, rated E Agreeing to live with Bellamy was not, objectively, one of Clarke’s better ideas. Crushing on her college roommate’s older brother turned best friend? An even worse idea. They had been best friends for years now and the pining was getting a bit ridiculous.

make me crawl, make me beg, make me bleed - hannigram, rated E Hannibal let out a gasp as he was pressed against the filthy brick wall of the alleyway outside the night club. He could feel the beat of the music pulsing along the wall. The guy he had picked up took his gasp as one of pleasure, grinning in a way that he probably thought was seductive. But to Hannibal, it was sleazy. Ugly. Beneath him. Yet, this is the guy Will had chosen and since it was Will’s birthday, Hannibal had left the choice of mark up to Will.

tagging: @bigfootsmom, @usersiren, @morganofthefairies, @swiftietartt, @princessfbi, @loserdiaz, @monsterrae1, @giddyupbuck, @father-salmon, @underwater-ninja-13, @hoodie-buck, @spagheddiediaz, @malewifediaz, @eddiiediaz, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @spotsandsocks, @hippolotamus, @wikiangela, @theotherbuckley, @watchyourbuck, @fortheloveofbuddie, @buck-coded, @daffi-990, @911onabc, @arthursdent, @disasterbuckdiaz, and @maygrantgf

[okmcintyre]

Masterlist #2 Bellarke Fanfiction Recs

It's been a couple more years & I'm very happy to report there's been ✨lots✨ more amazing fics shared in our corner of fandom. Y'all know the drill: linking older modern!au recs, the dropship/delinquent-only stories list, a few canonverse recs and of course the OG Masterlist from 2020.

Feel free to add your faves! 💛

Canonverse unless noted otherwise, + fics of of all ratings, so keep your eyes peeled!

Good Days and Bad Days by tiredwetdog 

where have you wandered, my only child? by carrieevew

Little steps by bellofthetolppl

With you in my arms (everything feels alright) by orphan_account 

so this is how rumors get started by ChronicTonsillitis

Bellamy Blake needs to touch some grass by b00mgh

Weathering the Storm by PenguinofProse

Hold on to me (I'm a little unsteady) by TheWordsInMyHead

take a running start by glowinghorizons

the whole world stops by whatspastisprologue

so this is how rumors get started by ChronicTonsillitis

Show Me What I'm Looking For by bitscrawford

What We Built by elle_stone

Can't Find Paradise On The Ground by icantloseyoutoo

It Doesn't End Here by immortalpramheda

You Make it Real by PnclSktch

i'm on my knees, your faith in shreds by stoneage_woman

the radio is playing your favourite song (open the door) by theinvisibledisaster

Hold me still by bellofthetolppl

a kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear by troubledpancakes

one less day to be alone by glowinghorizons 

A Short Story About Love by twosuns

must've been some kind of kiss (grounder!au) by carrieevew

Don't Look Back, You're Not Going That Way (viking!au) by andsowemeetagain

And Now You're Home (praimfaya!au) by asroarke

When the Sky Meets the Ground (grounder!au) by Peggysousfan

No Man is an Island, Entire of Itself (hanahaki!au) by MyHeartOfHearts

Walk the Line (doctor/criminal!au) by TheWordsInMyHead

The Other Half of my Soul (soulmate!au) by ZouWrites 

Lone Wolf (nightblood!au) by Peggysousfan

May the Waves Bring You Home (modern!au) by RogueTwelve

The Best Man (bellmillerbffs!au) by PenguinofProse

Mirror Mirror On the Wall (soulmates!au) by SPNOUAT

If My Wishes Came True (modern!au) by bookwormforalways

so I stayed in the darkness with you (soulmates!au) by burninghoneyatdusk

Pieces of Us (modern!au) by daenoora

i think i should go (you said maybe don't) (modern!au) by blaketrash

Only Fools Rush In (modern!au with a twist) by onlyherefor1

Black Out Days (apocalypsey!au) by TotalBellarkeTrash

(do you remember?) dancing in stilettoes in the snow (modern!au) by carrieevew

Share Your Address (modern!au) by useyourtelescope

Better Than Revenge (B/C/L!au) by Excuseyouclarke 

Your words on my skin (soulmate!au) by not_a_total_basket_case

Better with you. (artclass!au) by Luminouswriter 

I Thought The Worst Was Behind Us (modern!au) by onlyherefor1

proposal interruptus (modern!au) by carrieevew

One Way to Find Out (clurphybffs!au) by Silverloc

bet on it (bet on me) (modern!au) by griffenly

The House Guest (modern!au) by Shippershape

After Me Comes The Flood (modern!au) by theinvisibledisaster

I Found Peace in Your Violence (modern!dystopiaish!au) by eyessharpweaponshot

Take Care of Me (And My Heart) (modern!au) by QueenoftheWallflowers 

And in Other News... (news!au) by Jeanie205

love enough to fill me up (domestic!au) by jackiefreckles

Fading Out (soulmates!au) by PenguinofProse

[fated] happenstance (soulmates!au) by she_who_the_river_could_not_hold

The Dying of the Light (wartime!au) by starsonfire

Bellarke The 100 Instagram AU (socialmedia!au) by OhLenaLena

I Don't Want to Dream About You (modern!au) by Dayo488

Too Aware of Where Your Lips Have Been (modern!au) by MissMR

When Bellamy Met Clarke (whenharrymetsally!au) by onlyherefor1

Submarine Man (modern!au) by twosuns

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

every couple of years I remember that julie plec made a character tell another character that “he was your first love, I intend to be your last” and then just fucked me personally over forever?? by not having them end up together?? ever??

[alannacouture]

Clarke, Bellamy, and their friends have started building new lives on Sanctum, quickly becoming part of the new community that’s forming. A surprise awaits everyone, though, when an old tradition from Sanctum, Valentine’s Day, suddenly becomes the only thing anyone can talk about. Clarke, still struggling with the after effects of her mind and body being stolen, doesn’t much care about this new holiday, but Madi is determined that her mom has a wonderful Valentine’s Day (and will find Clarke a Valentine herself if she’s not going to do it). Clarke might not be ready for Sanctum’s huge Valentine’s Day celebration, but Madi and Bellamy are determined to make it a night she never forgets…

Full disclosure: I’m suffering from the worst writer’s block right now, so this was written in about three hours and I don’t know if I like it. But it’s a holiday and I was hoping writing this would motivate me to start working on all my WIPs (I’m still working on a sequel for “i’ve got you for that”, a prompt from a reader on Ao3, and about six other projects I really want to finish). So please come check this out and leave me some positive reinforcement so I’ll actually start writing my other works. Happy Valentine’s Day, fellow Bellarkers! ❤️❤️❤️

[cvldbones]

you were never not mine

Summary:

Everyone they meet assumes that Bellamy and Clarke are dating. And, really - they're not.

There are so many things she does not understand about Clarke at sixteen. It feels like overnight her daughter turned into someone new, someone she didn’t understand, and Abby woke up in this new version of her life without an instruction manual.

So, yes, there are so many days that Abby Griffin feels a bit adrift, when it comes to parenting this new version of Clarke.

Until she meets Bellamy Blake.

Clarke joined the debate team when she started high school, at Abby’s probing; she needed extracurriculars for her college applications, and her daughter’s stubbornness was a weapon she could wield very effectively in a debate setting. Bellamy was an older student, a junior to Clarke’s freshman, and Abby had met his mother a handful of times through her clinic’s doors. So that first year, his name features in her stories just like her other friends, and Abby thinks little of it.

Her daughter’s sophomore year, though, something changes. Clarke is partnered with Bellamy for their debates that year, and the two of them seem to have become the de facto leaders of the small group. He starts showing up around their house, staying for dinners, picking Clarke up on the weekends for non-debate things. When Clarke talks about him, her voice has gone warm, rather than tinged with irritation as it had been.

Abby Griffin may not understand her daughter as well anymore, but she remembers being sixteen, too.

Read more on AO3!

[truthofherdreams]

children of the apocalypse (4)

Later that day, Clarke is cleaning Wells’ wound – the scarring is pretty bad but at least he seems to be recovering quickly – when Sterling enters the dropship. He squints at the semi-darkness of the interior before his eyes fall on Clarke and, with a nod to himself, he walks toward her.

Clarke puts the bandages aside and turns around to face him with a raised eyebrow. He looks young, and shy, and Clarke wonders what someone such as him could have possibly done to be thrown into the Sky Box.

“Bellamy is asking if you want your own tent, or if you prefer to stay in the dropship,” he tells her.

Only then does Clarke notice Sterling is holding a pillow and a blanket. For her. Because she’s in charge alongside Bellamy now, so she deserves nice things. The thought alone annoys her more than it should. They all deserve a blanket and a pillow for the night, but only a few privileged ones actually do have access to the luxury – all of them handpicked by Bellamy, of course. Clarke has to try hard not to roll her eyes at the poor boy in front of her. He’s only the messenger, she reminds herself.

“Bellamy wants you to be comfy,” Wells sing-songs.

Mental note: add more alcohol to his wound. 

To fight back the infection, obviously.

continue reading on ao3

[bellamyblake]

Fine by dusk

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Smut, Angst, A/busive Relationships, veteran Bellamy working construction, Nurse Clarke;

Words: 15,415

Bellamy and his contruction crew are hired to fix the Griffin manor's back porch and garden. Clarke's stuck in an abusive marriage with Finn who's dream is to have the perfect family life so he could rise through the ranks, become mayor, then perhaps even senator and he doesn't care what he has to do to get it. Meanwhile Clarke feel sad and uncertain of what is even happening to her anymore. That is until she lays eyes on Bellamy Blake.

Bellarke Christmas exchange, written for @dark-scape

"I love it." she admitted "Used to want to go to art school."

"Why didn't you?" she shrugged and looked down at their hands that were so close to each other that all she wanted to do was take his fingers in hers and never let go of them.

"I don't know...mom wanted me to go to medschool and I did grow to love being a nurse."

"But your true passion is drawing?" she hummed and he picked up her chin with his hand, putting their faces really close to each other again. "You should keep up with it."

"I only started drawing again recently." she didn't tell him it had all to do with him but judging by the cocky smile he got on his face, he read right through her.

"Oh yeah? Was there any reason why?"

"I got inspired again." she admitted and decided to tease him as she pushed closer and now their noses touched while her hand reached over to his middle where she put the stethoscope earlier. He reached to put his beer aside and take his leg off the table too, coming in even closer to her. Two could play this game and she was intent to show him that.

"By what?" he asked and she smiled as she snuck her hand under his shirt for a brief moment and grazing his ribs with her nails. His stomach jumped, so did his dick in his pants that were getting really thight for him.

"I have no idea." she said innocently as she pulled away and made his breath hitch again. "What about you? Any passions?" she picked up the plates from the table and went to the sink where she threw away whatever was left in them and turned the water on. Bellamy wasn't stupid-he understood the signs clearly, she wanted this as much as he did and they were simply fooling around right now, playing their game.

He got on his feet and limped to the counter where he leaned on it from behind and trapped her so that she couldn't move. He leaned into her ear and whispered.

"War. I've always been good at it." he admitted. Her breath hitched and she dropped the plate she was holding as the water kept beating on it. When he pushed a bit harder from behind her, rubbing his half-hard dick against her butt, she gasped and he reached to tuck a strand of hair fallen on her cheek, behind her ear. "That and...history. Writing. I like that."

"So you're a writer?"

"Used to be. Overtime I just got better at holding a rifle as I said. Some people may find it to be fucked up but..." he let his hand fall to her side and he quickly snuck it under her arm, so he'd be able to cup her breasto over her thin shirt and make her move on her toes and press hard against his body.

"It isn't." she looked back at him and he smiled at her as he looked down on her. With his good hand he reached out and turned the tap off, then he placed it on her lower stomach, close to her crotch and pushed her harder against his body, rubbing his dick up and down her crack a little without breaking eye-contact with her. "Maybe you should pick it up again." she offered, gasping for it. Her hand flew to his wrist, desperate to hold onto something and he just smiled devilishly again. She hadn't felt that hot and aroused in...maybe ever, she was already pathetically dripping in her panties, so bad, she just wanted to touch herself and his cock pressing against the crack of her ass made it worse despite the fact that it was all happening with their clothes on.

"I don't know...I found a new hobby lately. I think you and I share it." he whispered as his other hand worked to find her nipple and pinch it between his fingers while his other hand went lower to cup her crotch through her jeans. She wasn't sure if he could feel the wetness there already but his eyes widened a little which meant he probably could.

"What's that?"

"Undressing at the window every night and making me go crazy about you." he whispered before he finally leaned down and kissed her.

Clarke lost any ground she had and almost collapsed in his arms-this felt like nothing she's ever done. His lips were so soft against hers and his tongue didn't just move uncomfortably in her mouth, desperate to do something like Finn's did, no...he just kissed her slowly, wanted to become one with her and allowed her the chance to also take charge if she wanted, which she did.

[superficialseer]

HEMLOCK & HOLLY one-shot | complete | 4.2k.

“You could win an award when it comes to making my life so hard,” Bellamy complains, the hard line of his shoulder bearing uncomfortably into her belly as he makes to carry her down the hallway, “I literally do not understand. You hire me to help you balance out your magic, but you also do everything in your power to make everything harder on yourself. Which also means making everything harder on me.” “It’s not my fault,” Clarke groans, blanket-wrapped feet slung awkwardly atop the air, precariously missing accidentally kicking down the atrocious amount of artwork lining the hallway, “Christmas is my busiest season- I can’t not work.” Bellamy sighs, the rattling breath of passive frustration slipping into the soft muscle of her own belly, the uncomfortable position slung atop his shoulders cutting into the narrow expanse of her diaphragm. “You don’t have to not work, you just have to sleep. For once.”

my @bellarke-eventss gift for @carrieeve

witchcraft au | modern setting | getting together.

ao3 link | fic song | twitter.

[heartbellamy]

why don't we rewrite the stars? (and maybe the world could be ours)

bellarke | rated t | canon divergence | fix-it fic & stargazing

"Right now?" "Why wait?" She responds with a shrug. "We've waited long enough?" He asks, and it feels like a weighted question, like it's about so much more than stories in the sky. "We've waited long enough," she agrees, a faint smile that lifts the corners of her mouth. And so, for perhaps the first time in their relationship, Bellamy and Clarke stop waiting. And instead of looking back at everything they lost, they look towards the sky, at everything that's still to come. (And if Bellamy spends just as much time watching Clarke's smile as he does watching the constellations in the sky, well, who could blame him when she looks like that, shining brighter than the moon and all the stars combined.) Or, Bellamy and Clarke healing underneath the stars. (Special guest featuring Happy!Clarke and Pining!Bellamy.)

One-shot, 8k. Link in reblog!

[who-needs-reality-anyways]

Heavy Lie the Heads

Summary: Clarke and Bellamy help each other through the aftermath of killing Dax.

——

Here is a tiny, tiny fic based off @bellamyblake’s head canon post! I loved the idea and really wanted to write it, so here is what I came up with. Hope it lived up to what she had in mind!

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

scrosciare [a bellarke ficlet]

scrosciare - the action of rain pouring down or of waves hitting rocks and cliffs [from this prompt list] Clarke-centric, implied Bellarke | setting: season 3 inspired canon divergent, if the plot had simply been a survival story and Arkadia was a settlement just like the others | wc: ~900

The water churning below the cliffs echoed the anxiety that’d taken deep root in Clarke’s body. Crashing violently, upheaving, tumultuous. It was life on Earth personified in her and expressed in the waves below. She watched it in a daze. Hypnotized by the swirling, angry blue below. When Octavia had said the color of it reminded her of Clarke’s eyes, it hadn’t quite felt like a compliment.

She had to keep telling herself that they were doing the right thing, that Floukru coming to help them was not the destined disaster that Luna so clearly believed it to be.

Maybe she was right.

But the war against Azgeda was impending and Arkadia, while comfortably established as a settlement on the ground now, wasn’t prepared to fight. Trikru was of assistance but they needed more. Reluctant or not, the numbers spoke for themselves and alliances had to be made, no matter the feelings on either side.

A spray of saltwater speckled Clarke’s face as one of the bigger waves crashed against the wall of rock below. As much as she missed the woods surrounding Arkadia, the trees she’d come to covet, she couldn’t deny the pull of the ocean. The ground had always been a mystery, but water was something else entirely. Rain had been startling but welcome. Lakes and rivers a source of resources. But the ocean––she’d never imagined something like this. Angry, powerful. A source all of its own. How Luna and her people had come to connect with it baffled her; it left her intimidated if she was honest. Clarke had felt a lot of fear since reaching the ground, but this seemingly bottomless body of water was unsettling in ways she struggled to describe.

“Don’t fall in,” voiced someone behind her. Teasing, but not.

“I won’t,” she answered Bellamy, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth despite it all.

He carefully emerged into the corner of her vision and she took the moment to steal a long glance at him. The dampness of the air had flattened his curls down, though they fought valiantly to return to form. Despite his good-hearted warning, she couldn’t miss the grimness etched into the squint of his gaze. The firmness of his jaw, clenched in that sort of way it had been for a while. A detail she never missed. Impending war did that to people. Especially the more his status eclipsed those previously in the command in the armies and his sister continued to pull away.

“Well, you’re standing pretty damn close to the edge. Can’t blame a guy for getting nervous,” he said, eyes finally flicking to her. Catching her in the act of staring.

Clarke quickly looked away. “I imagine some people wouldn’t mind.”

Biting anger, lashing against nothing. Maybe she was the ocean. Did that make Bellamy her rock, her cliff that she raged against?

“Hey,” he said quietly, startling her as he carefully reached out and touched her. He’d been doing that more since he’d admitted his anger to her. Since she’d initiated a hug that still lived in her skin. Maybe he was the waves, leaving imprints behind and shaping her forever. 

“We’re going to get through this. Together,” Bellamy continued. “And we––” (here a deep breath) “––I would definitely mind if you fell in. If you want to see the ocean more, we can come back some day after all of this. Maybe one day there will be trade routes and someone will have to keep relations good between everyone. Maybe there will be towns here again, like it used to be back before the bombs. We can come back then and actually explore it all, but in order for that to happen that means you’re not allowed to fall, or jump, into the ocean.”

It was an image of a future that made tears prick at her eyes. Would she see the ocean differently if they were no longer at war? Could it instead be a source of respite, villages dotting the horizon and people walking alongside the ocean? 

Could it be her and Bellamy… guns and strategy left behind alongside the weight of humanity?

It took a few hurried blinking away of tears to realize that he had gently pulled her further away from the cliff's edge, only then registering that she really had been standing frighteningly close to the soaring cliffside and ocean below.

Bellamy’s hand was warm against her arm, his solid presence a comfort she hadn’t realized she’d needed so soon already. Not long had passed since their recent embrace before going to meet Luna, but she feared she was craving more than before. She’d been introduced to his touch, as well as the ocean in a short span of time. And like the rocks below, knew she’d be forever changed by it.   

“Thank you,” Clarke said quietly, quickly wiping at her eyes as she turned to face Bellamy. When he looked at her curiously, she gave him her own watery smile. “For forgiving me. For all of it, really. I’m not sure I deserve it.”

“You needed it, it’s yours. I’ll always give that to you,” he answered, voice rough yet soft. 

They fell into amiable silence, a quiet filled with promise. His hand still lingering on her arm as they turned to both gaze out at the crashing waves, filling the quiet with the suddenly comforting, repetitive churn of the water below. 

Being like the ocean didn’t have to be a bad thing. They’d simply need its resolve so that one day their futures could intertwine again.

[okmcintyre]

IF WE'RE HERE (FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES) by twosuns | Written for #bellarkegifts2023, prompt of: "PTSD/nightmares/injuries... any of that sweet sweet angst". Bellamy + Clarke + stuck on a planet together. Neither are thrilled.

“You never told me any of that.” He hears coming out of his mouth, looking to Clarke again. Her eyes stay fixed on the fire as she answers: “... you didn't deserve that hanging over you” She says surprisingly soft, maybe without meaning to. After a beat, she adds: with a cold edge to her voice: “But I suppose care less about that now."

[buckttommy]

what was The 100's best era and why was it the dropship.

[alannacouture]

I’m still hanging out in The 100 universe! This time, it’s a S5 ending fix-it (sorta…). Guess who wakes up on Eligius early, with nothing but time and some serious issues they need to work through? We’re basically dealing with the aftermath of S5 and where the hell Bellamy & Clarke go now. (C’mon, they have years alone together on an empty ship. Sexy time shenanigans and more than a few adorable consequences of their actions will be happening. I can’t help that I’m Bellarke Baby Trash, okay?)

I tried something a little different with this story. The first half is written from Bellamy’s POV. The second half is video logs like Monty made chronicling their time onboard & how their lives change during the years they’re awake (again, adorable consequences of sexy times…). I am begging, pleading, asking with all my heart, that you leave comments or kudos so I know people are still hanging out in the fandom, reading whatever work is out there. I’ll appreciate you to no end if you take the time to just comment with an emoji! 🚀💖✨

PS A Sequel for I’ve got you for that is in the works!!!