#bellarkefanfiction

[cvldbones]

bet on it (bet on me)

or, the group starts a betting pool about how long it’ll take for our two favorite idiots to admit they’re in love. title from the critically acclaimed HSM 2 song.

Their group of friends never really needs an excuse to drink, although Dollar Beer Night at Gina’s bar is as good a reason as any. Clarke had been sucked into some charity auction for her mother’s hospital and dragged Bellamy along with her, so the rest of them were just killing time waiting for them to get back. (And getting very, very drunk in the meantime. Out of solidarity, of course.)

Later, that is the defense Raven will take, to explain how it all happened.

Plus, they are, for all intents and purposes, kidding.

“If Bellamy and Clarke were both single,” Monty says loudly, swinging his beer bottle around with a flourish as he speaks, “how long do you think it would take for them to finally get their heads out of their asses and start dating?”

Raven scoffs. “They’ve definitely both been single at some point since they’ve known each other. It’s been almost ten years.”

Miller taps his own beer against his chin in what appears to be deep consideration, and finally shrugs. “I don’t think so, actually. We met, what – your sophomore, our senior year? And that was in the middle of all that shit with Finn. And then there was – ”

“Gina for a while and then Clarke was with Lexa,” Jasper interrupts, bouncing from excitement. “And then Bellamy and Gina broke up but Clarke got back with Lexa, and then she was hooking up with Niylah. And now he’s with Echo.”

“And there’s definitely been some other randoms in between there,” Monty supplies cheerfully.

Raven slumps back against the booth a bit, considering. She and Miller have known the Bellamy-and-Clarke collective unit the longest, and the more she thinks about it – they’re right. The two of them have never been single as a unit. She wonders how she never noticed, all this time.

“So? How long do we think it would take, if they were both single?”

The words snap her back into reality, and Raven shakes her head a bit. “We putting money on this?” she asks lightheartedly.

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[enchntddrknss77]

All Kinds of Therapy - Chapter 1 Clarke & Octavia are from two different worlds but fit perfectly together. Bellamy is a Marine, brother to Octavia and royal pain in the ass...if you ask Clarke. He is independent, opinionated and stubborn, a mirror reflection of her personality. What happens when he get's injured and she's the only one who can help him? Will it bring them closer or drive them further apart?

[fauhnas]

Stay a While With Me

Both avoiding problems of their own, Clarke and Bellamy decide to go on a road trip.

Chapter 3

It's been over an hour since they sped off from their attempted trespassing. The mirth of their laughter still hangs warm in the air, mixing with the music still playing gently from the speakers. It's easy, comfortable.

Clarke glances over at Bellamy, his reflection blurry on the passenger side window-- a mirror forged in the darkness.

Her movement must catch his eye, because he turns towards her; the soft light of the dash illuminating his features. Against the pitch of the night sky on a lonely forgotten stretch of highway, Bellamy may as well be the only other person left on earth. 

He meets her gaze, fond.

"Hey," he says.

She can almost make out the smattering of freckles across his cheeks, the gentle flick of his dark lashes on his brow. But it's his mouth, curving into a smile she knows all too well, that hurts the most.

She doesn't know how she's going to leave him.

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(special thanks to @shialablunt​ for reminding this fic existed)

[silverlocsstuff]

Dividing Lines by Silverloc303

The Ark Camp and the 100 Camp don’t mix but then Bellamy Blake kidnaps Clarke Griffin to help his sister. It could be a beginning of a war except Clarke wasn’t kidnapped and she might not want to go back. AU.

[stealing-jasons-job]

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This is the brainchild of the wonderfully talented Sam (@burninghoneyatdusk), and I am so grateful for the opportunity to join in with fellow creators.

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[seriouslyobsessed]

Fanfiction Recommendations

Bellarke

•And Now You're Home By asroarke

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15456999#main

She didn’t try to muffle the sounds of her crying this time. It wasn’t like anyone was around to hear it, anyway. At least if she was loud, Clarke could drown out the silence for a few moments. She cried for her friends, the ones she had already lost and the ones that might have made it up to space. She cried for her mom and for Kane. She cried for the bodies she found in the valley when she first arrived. And she cried for herself.

She didn’t hear the shuffling behind her this time. She was crying too loud to hear it. But she heard the quiet, “Are you hurt?” rumbling behind her in a deep voice, and it scared her so bad that she almost fell off the ledge and back into the water. But he stopped her from falling. His hand gripped around her wrist, pulling her back onto the ledge as she caught her breath.

Grounder!Bellamy AU where Clarke finds out she isn't the last person left on Earth.

•Do You Step In Line Or Release the Glitch? By LayALioness

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4458347#main

Clarke doesn't mean to become a revolutionary, and she doesn't mean to fall in love with a guard.

•Touch Me Once By jbsullivan17

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25167073#main

They were in the middle of an argument at lunch, entertaining the masses, when Principal Kane walked in and announced the valedictorian and salutatorian. It was the first time Clarke watched Bellamy concede to anything without fighting.

Or the one where your skin glows the first time you touch your soulmate.

•for those who live and die by astronomy By adelicatepeach

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13029219#main

clarke had exactly zero intention of finding an abandoned baby while they were trying to shut down the reactors, but here they are.

•you could bet your bottom dollar on it By meremennen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13300101#main

Canon divergent. Post Season 3. Let’s pretend The Big Burn (Praimfaya) doesn’t happen and anything else after defeating ALIE.

Outsider/Raven POV.

•and they burn like starlight By orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10957788#main

“So what’s this all about?” She asks, and he feels his cheeks heat against his own will. He pulls a section of her hair over, examining the honey-gold strands before folding it underneath his pinky.

“I’d rather not tell you until we get there.” He says roughly, and she frowns at him in the mirror. He shrugs, and she sticks her tongue out at him.

- or -

Bellamy Blake, a Trikru warrior, takes Clarke Griffin, a Skaikru healer, to a festival.

•A Ticket For a World Where We Belong By Chash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17086970#main

Clarke Griffin wakes up in an unfamiliar body, in an unfamiliar house, on Earth.

It's a lot to process.

•hits me at full speed (feel like i can’t breathe) By andthelightbulbclicks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22020799#main

As their village settles far away from the Sanctum community, Bellamy finally thinks that this can be their chance at peaceful lives. He slowly comes to realize, though, that Clarke and Madi may not be as okay as they have lead him, and everyone else, to believe.

(Or: three times Bellamy helps the Griffin girls cope, and one time they help him.)

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[robinswraith]

I don't really do fanfics. It makes me feel sad cuz I don't want fanfic bellarke, I want canon bellarke. But I thought I'd give it a shot :)

Dedicating this to all the angsty bellarkers like me lol

[danascullly]

The Mandoliner’s Song

a bellarke fanfiction by @the-most-beautiful-broom​ for @bellarkebigbang​

An estranged couple, an esteemed doctor, two cricket enthusiasts, an elderly woman, a soft-hearted man and a wandering artist all board the London-bound train in Bandrika, unaware of the ways in which their paths are about to cross. But when one of the passengers goes missing—and everyone else on board mysteriously denies any remembrance of her—Bellamy must race against odds and time to find his friend. The only person who believes his story is an insufferable blonde, who seems to have made it her personal mission to get under his skin (and maybe, in the process, into his heart).

I had such a great time making posters for such a cool concept, and for such a talented author! Thank you so much to @bellarkebigbang for setting up the event!

ao3 link in reblogs

[tandystys]

Summary:  Clarke accidentally sends Bellamy a Snapchat about wanting to fuck him.

[briefdreameclipsefriend]

Hey guys new chapter for can the monster be redeemed.

It's getting dark and the plot thickens.

Hope you enjoy

If you like it drop a comment and share the love ink below

Xoxo

[cvldbones]

the (dorm) where it happens

Bellamy knows, deep down, that he could say no and Marcus would be fine with it. Clarke would probably be grateful, honestly. There is literally no reason for him to sabotage his own senior year by partnering with his nemesis.

He has no idea why he does it. A moment of temporary insanity, perhaps.

(Or: Bellamy & Clarke are assigned as head RAs for the same dorm.)

If someone had asked Bellamy, five years ago, he definitely would not have said that a dorm room, of all things, would be making him emotional. They are sort of this global representation of college in the abstract, but not in any kind of poignant or sentimental way. He would have thought the quad or his cap and gown or, hell, maybe even his last day in a classroom would be making him choked up.

As it stands, he’s the head RA of his hall this year, and so he’s the very first one to move in. Standing in the sparse room – bigger than any of the rooms he’s had before, probably than any room he’s ever had, if he’s being honest – there’s something weighty about it all. This year, he’s going to be the first person in his family to graduate from college.

The first. It makes something warm swell in his chest.

When his mom had died, five years ago, and he’d deferred… it had felt impossible. The deferral just seemed like postponing the inevitable. But then Octavia’s aunt had shown up, out of nowhere, frantic and kind and actually wanting to help. He still almost hadn’t gone, when the year was up, had told her he could stay and help, because O was twelve and broody and all things angst. Becca had actually sat him down, eyes serious, and said, “Don’t be a martyr.” And then, after a minute: “I’m going to take care of her.”

And, miraculously, he believed her.

It hadn’t been easy, by any means. They were more comfortable, for sure, but definitely not wealthy. While Becca could make sure O was supported, she wasn’t technically responsible for Bellamy, and he didn’t necessarily want it that way. So he’d applied for the RA job as soon as he’d seen the posting his first year – he knew it meant they’d cover his housing sophomore year, they’d pay him, and there was a small supplement for meals, too. It was a hell of a deal, on top of the financial aid he’d been given.

Plus, he knew he needed a change. RAs got their own rooms, and his first year roommate, Murphy (who went by last name only), was fine, but also gave off the vague aura of having committed various crimes at some point in his life. Which, you know, was never the most comforting of vibes. And because of his strange, makeshift gap year, Bellamy struggled to feel connected on campus, to find his people the way the everyone had promised he would as he’d wandered around campus during Welcome Week.

And even though he’d applied for the financial (and personal) perks, Bellamy ended up really liking the whole RA thing. O told him it was because he was born a thirty-year-old dad, which may have been slightly true, but it was nice to get involved on campus and feel like he had responsibilities outside of just class and parties. He actually even made friends, and so he reapplied junior year too, and when the applications for head RA came around, he figured he’d give it a shot.

So, now, as a senior, being an RA is sort of Bellamy’s thing. And it feels… final, somehow.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters under his breath, shaking his head. He really needs to pull himself together.

He tosses his duffel bag on the bed – a queen this year, which is even better – and opens the window to let the remnants of the summer air filter through. Dusk is settling outside, and he knows he needs to start thinking about ordering something for dinner, since the dining halls won’t open for another couple of days until full RA training starts. There’s a full kitchen on the first floor, but it’s getting late and he’s already feeling drained from the drive into town.

His thoughts are interrupted by a light knock on the doorframe, and he jumps slightly at the noise. When his gaze lifts, Bellamy smiles at his supervisor. “Hey, Marcus.”

“Hi, Bellamy. You getting settled in okay?”

“Yeah, I just got in about a half hour ago. Probably going to take tomorrow to unpack before training starts on Monday.”

“Good, good.” Marcus Kane pauses, hesitant, and that’s when Bellamy realizes there’s someone else standing next to him. His eyes flit downwards, catching on the blonde waves, and he feels his stomach drop. Marcus clears his throat. “So, Bellamy, I believe you know Clarke Griffin?”

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[chimchxmni]

If you’re a Bellarker and you aren’t reading this fanfiction PLEASE DO ITS SO SO GOOD! If you do read it, dm me cuz I wanna chat about how fabulous it is and how Bellarke has ruined at least my life (in the best way.)

[fauhnas]

Clarke and Bellamy get a little too close to the anomaly

set during 6x10 | 2390 words | canon-divergence

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"Do you feel that?" Clarke asks as tingling sensation begins to play behind her eyes, filling her head with fuzz.

"We're sharing a body, even if you're seeing me outside of it," Josephine snaps. "Of course I can feel it."

Clarke had crashed the motorcycle over a mile back, ditching its mangled parts on the forest floor. The woods around her blur and soften and she has to stop her determined steps for a moment to steady her vision. Everything around them seems to take on a strange green tint. Clarke forces herself to take a deep breath through her nose.

"We must be getting worse," she says, exhaling. Despite her blurred vision, Clarke can see Josephine rolling her eyes.

"That isn't what this is. We're still dying though, so don’t get your hopes up."

Clarke does her best to muster up a glare. "If this isn’t my brain failing on us, then what the hell is it?"

"The anomaly produces hallucinogens." Josephine says. "But don't get too excited. They're not the fun kind."

"What do you mean?"

Before Josephine can answer her, a figure appears out of the green.

It flickers, like it can't decide what form to take. For a moment, it’s a man unfamiliar to her and in the next, it's Bellamy. Clarke gasps quietly, but before she can begin to process his expressionless gaze, the figure is changing again. A new man appears, and this time he isn’t looking at Clarke.

"Huh. One brain, one hallucination. It's supposed to show you your biggest hope or your biggest regret." Josephine turns back to look at Clarke, hiding her pain with a smirk. "This one's mine, so I guess we know who's really in charge." It comes off as a gloat, but Clarke can sense her anticipation. "I should have known yours would look like Bellamy. You should have seen the look on his face in the cave, when he said he wouldn’t let you die. Pathetic, really."

The mirage of the man saves Clarke from having to respond.

"Is that what it was when I said the same thing to you?"

"Stop looking at him, Clarke," Josephine snaps. "I would answer, but you're a hallucination and we really don’t have time for this." She starts walking briskly into the trees, Clarke follows despite her fatigue.

"Gabriel?" she asks.

"Ding ding ding, we have a winner. You really are smarter than you look."

Gabriel flickers in front of them, and Josephine lets out an aggravated huff as Clarke studies him. He's tall, with tension trapped in his shoulders that hasn't yet hit his soft brown eyes.

"I could have loved you forever," he says.

Josephine directs her words to Clarke. “Well, now he's trying to kill me, and I'm apparently just going to walk in and let him do it."

Clarke doesn’t say anything. This feels too personal, an even deeper intrusion than the moments she had seen in Josephine's mind space. It's too messy, unable to be categorized and filed away on a shelf. Clarke hates that it feels familiar.

He flickers again, keeping up with their march. Josephine's eyes remain fixed ahead of her. Clarke tries her best to do that same.

"You could have come with me, Josephine. It could have been just us. We could have grown old together."

Finally, she turns towards him. "We could have done that hundreds of times in Sanctum. You made me like this and then you left," she says. "We could have been gods together."

"I never wanted to be a god," Gabriel says softly. "I just wanted you."

Josephine shakes her head. "Whatever you do, don’t walk us into the giant green cloud," she says to Clarke. "Later, hot stuff."

Clarke and Gabriel speak together, "Josephine-" but she's already gone, disappearing into the mind drive.

Once she's out of sight, Gabriel fades away, replaced by another.

--

Bellamy strides quickly through the woods, desperate to find Clarke. The day has begun to fade, the strange lights of the moon's sunset filtering through the trees. Leaves crunch under his boots, the endless sound of it creating a buzz between his ears, louder and louder as her walks. He pushes forward, wishing for a radio, anything to contact her with, to make she's safely with Gabriel.

The sunset tints the world green as the sensational sound in his head covers him, still there, but no longer discernible.  Somewhere deep in the confines of his mind it reminds him of jobi nuts.

Out of the trees, a figure appears, blonde hair glowing in the green light.

Disoriented, he steps toward her. "Clarke?"

"Bellamy. You're here."

He doesn't realize he's been holding his breath until he releases it. It's really her. Josephine is still gone, at least for now. Taking another step forward, he stumbles slightly, an odd sensation prickling at the back of his neck.

"Something's wrong with this place. We have to get out of here. We need to find Gabriel." He tries to turn around, walk the other way, but she's right behind him, grabbing his hand.

He turns to her, finally looking into her eyes. They're sad, the little crease between her brows prominent. He tilts his head toward the open forest, in a 'come on, let's go' motion. She doesn't budge, instead rubbing a soothing thumb in circles on the back of his hand.

"It doesn't matter. Just listen to me, okay. Just stop," Clarke says. "You can’t save me."

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't save me. The barriers between the mind drive and my brain are wearing down. Even if I get to Gabriel, he won't be able to undo the damage. There's nothing left you can do for me. It's too late."  

He shakes his head. They have to do something, to at least let Gabriel try. "Clarke, you're not making any sense. We need to go."

Unsure if he's being fueled by fear or determination, he squeezes her hand, ready to carry her to Gabriel on his back if he has to. Clarke's eyes grow wild as he begins to pull, and for a moment, he's expecting her to fight him.

Instead, she collapses onto the ground, spasming as black blood falls from her nose.

He's down beside her in an instant, rolling her on her side. "C'mon Clarke. You're okay. You have to keep fighting. Please."

As she shakes, he sits in the dirt, nothing to do but rock back and forth beside her. He had lost her so many times already, hadn't tried hard enough to save her or protect her. He can't make that mistake again. He won't.

The seizure lasts longer than it had when she was Josephine, finally stopping when Bellamy thinks he might just be on the precipice of losing his mind. He helps her up, guiding her to where she can momentarily slump against a tree. His hand strokes her arm as she looks at him, face exhausted and blood stained. She feels different than she should, the body colder, muscles less solid.

"I told you," she whispers, "it's too late."

--

"Bellamy?" His name slips out of Clarke's mouth before she can stop it. She wishes she could take it back, avoid acknowledging this hard-expressioned apparition’s connection to her friend.

"So am I your biggest regret, or your biggest hope?" he asks.

She stares at him for a few long moments, unable to help herself, before -  "you’re not really here."

"Does it matter?"

She steels herself, takes a deep breath through her nose. The smell of the leaves and the air are so different, yet so similar to earth. In a sick way the smell reminds her of him, makes the imposter seem more real.

"I need to find Gabriel. A hallucination can’t help me do that," she says.

"Right," he scoffs, "because people only matter to you when they're useful."

"That's not true."

"You called me every day for six years and then left me to die in the fighting pits. You needed me, and then you didn’t. Simple as that."

He forgave you for that, she reminds herself. The memory does stop the regret from pooling like blood in her chest, suffocating her ever so slowly. Rather than responding, she starts walking again. He isn’t real. His words shouldn't mean anything.

Bellamy stays beside he as she walks. She does her best to ignore how real he seems. How easy it would be to reach out and touch him, even just for a moment. It could be her last chance if she doesn’t find Gabriel soon.

Once she's resolute in her silence, he speaks again, filling the quiet of the woods. "The real question is; why do you feel so guilty? You've killed hundreds of people. What makes me any different from them?"

"You didn't die," she snaps.

"All the more reason you should be seeing them, not me." He stops in front of her, forcing her to look at him. "Why am I so important to you Clarke? Why is it so important for me to forgive you?"

--

In the green glow of the sunset Clarke reaches out to him, still leading against the tree, running her fingers down his arm. "I'm as good as dead already, Bellamy." Before he can refute her, she continues. "Why do you care anyway? You left me to die in Priamfya. Six years is a long time. You already know how to live without me."

"I can’t," he bites out.

"Can't what?"

He clenches his jaw as the memories he so carefully packed away begin to break loose, snapping their bindings, clawing to the surface. It's like he's back on the ark, surrounded by the cold, empty metal of the ring, just beyond it the cold, empty vastness of space. It's like hearing her voice warped into something high pitched and singeing, the sound of it burning him from the inside out. All of it the pain of where she should be.  

"I can’t lose you again, okay?" He clears his throat. "Now let's go."

"Yes you can. You said it yourself, you don’t need me anymore."

"That wasn't me taking." He tries to quell the desperation in his voice. "You know that."

"It doesn’t change what you said."

He pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers, breathing through the strange stupor still covering him, clogging his senses. "I don’t know what Josephine is doing to your head, but I'm getting you to Gabriel. So you can either start walking or I can make you, because I'm not leaving you again."

--

"I need you, okay? Is that what you want to hear?" Clarke asks.

"You left me behind to die. We can’t go back to when it was just the two of us pulling the strings, running things. It's too late. I have a new family now, I have Echo," he says. "And yet you still need me, someone to share the burden, who understands the pain. What would have happened to all that, if you had let me die, or if I never forgive you? How would you live with yourself?"

She swallows down the lump in her throat, trying to keep her voice from shaking. "I could hear you talking to Josephine. I know you still care."

He keeps talking, unbothered by her desperate observation.

"But it's not just the shared experiences is it? Even after six years, you couldn't let me go."

"You’re my best friend."

He gazes at her with eyes that know her all too well. "You’re in love with me, Clarke. You have been for a long time."

She looks back at him for a long time before letting her eyes meet the ground. She watches her own feet as she drags them, slowly staggering forward.

"I need to find Gabriel," she says.

--

"Are you even listening? You can't save me this time, Bellamy. You have to let me go," her voice is weak, but still insistent.

He runs a hand down his face. "I already told you I can't do that."

"Why not?"

He just stares at her, his own lethargy mixing with the glowing green. It all feels like a dream. He's not entirely convinced that it's not.

"Because I love you."

She barely reacts, the same sadness lingering in her eyes, haunted. "Love can't save people, Bellamy. We know that better than most."

--

Clarke turns away from her hallucination, determined to ignore what he's told her. He's not really Bellamy. All that matters is finding Gabriel.

In the distance, a new figure arises, just far enough away that his features are blurred.  Somewhere in the periphery her anomaly-induced Bellamy still flickers, but his grasp on her has faded.

The distant figure gesticulates into the darkness, surrounded by nothing and no one. Increasing the pace of her hobbling, she moves closer to him until finally, she can make out his words.

"I won’t let you give up," he says, his voice breaking.

This is the Bellamy she knows: softer, less angry, yet still fighting for someone he loves. Her hallucination had paled in comparison.

"Bellamy," she calls out to him, voice weak.

"Clarke?" The crease between his brows deepens, his arms drop to his sides.

"Whatever you’re seeing, it's not real. The anomaly causes hallucinations." Before she can drag herself any closer he's running to her, taking her in his arms, pupils blown wide from inhaling whatever's in the air.

"You're alive," he says, caressing the side of her face. He studies her, eyes wandering across her face, roaming over her eyes, cheeks, lips. He shakes his head, letting his hand drop from her face to her side, wrapping around her fingers. "We need to get to Gabriel."

As she nods, the world goes black around the edges, she can feel her body go limp into Bellamy's arms.

In the distance, she hears his voice calling her name. I'm sorry, she wants to say as she sinks. You were right.

Before she slips fully into darkness she swears she hears the faint roar of an engine, and a voice saying "help me move her, we need to get her to where we can operate."

[bisexualbellamyblake]

Feeling Depressed™ about Blarke post-509? Drown your sorrows in fic instead!

Here’s some fluffy light hearted fic for anyone who needs it!

Drinking for Two - Kacka

baseball is pretty good, too - nicolesoul

Doesn't Look a Thing Like Jesus - amihanicole

Mind the Neighbors - TracyLorde

I must be dreaming (or we're on to something) - goldenheadfreckledheart

and your enemies closer - Kacka

That's What You Think, Captain Cocky - Chash

who put it there? - bilexualclarke (ohalaskayoung)

Baby you're a work of art - queenofchildren

If You Do It Right, It Is Sublime - Chash

tagging the people who wanted it: @octannibal-blake​ @cllarkegriffin​ @lost---focus​ @traitorwhoyoulove​ @thefangirlingbarista​  @starboybellamy​ @behonestwithmyself​ 

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Isla’s 2018 fic recs [2/3]

Continuing on from part 1 of my fic recs of 2018, here’s my list for these past few months.  This list might end up being shorter than the other one bc life got hectic with exams and summer and I’ve not had as much time to read fics.  That being said, the ones I’ve had time to read have all been amazing <3.  As always, there are so many wonderful fics out there so this really isn’t a definitive list.

Slow it Down by monroeslittle

Rated: M  |  Chapters: 1  |   Words: ~20k

Bellamy is a blue-collar worker, Clarke is rich.  Accidental pregnancy after a one night stand.

Okay, I’m pretty sure everyone’s read this one at some point, but I was rereading it recently and I’d forgotten how much I adored it.

How You Stay Alive by LaughingSenselessly

Rated: M  |  Chapters: 3  |   Words: ~90k

Reincarnation AU. Nine lifetimes where Clarke and Bellamy meet again, and again, and again.

I enjoyed this fic so so much.  So beautifully written and the story was wonderful.

And Now You’re Home by asroarke

Rated: M  |  Chapters: 1  |   Words: ~24k

Grounder!Bellamy fic set during the 5 year time jump.

Is it even a fic rec list if I don’t include Alex?  This fic was so nice to read, I think it did such a wonderful job of exploring Clarke’s isolation and what finding out she wasn’t alone did to that.

Guy in Your MFA by betts 

Rated: E  |  Chapters: 13  |   Words: ~43k

Clarke, failing to get into med school, accepts an offer into a creative writing MFA instead. So far so good, except there’s this writer in the program everyone keeps talking about like he’s some kind of prose god. When she meets him, she assumes he’s going to be a pretentious asshole. She’s ready to hate him. She wants to hate him.  I had to steal the actual desc for this one bc I could not do it justice.

This fic isn’t my usual jam, but oh boy I loved it!  Wonderfully written with a interesting plot.

Don’t Wake Me, I’m Not Dreaming by grumpybell

Rated: M  |  Chapters: 3  |   Words: ~56k

Clarke can visit other people’s dreams and Bellamy is a special case.

Erin has done it again.  This fic is just as beautiful as all the other fics I’ve come to love from her.  The story idea is one I’ve never read before, and I thoroughly enjoyed it!

when there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire by  theoneinquisitor

Rated: M  |  Chapters: 6/? (WIP)  |   Words: ~28k

Illegal Boxer!Bellamy and Nurse!Clarke, what more could an angst-loving blorke want?

Don't Get Too Close (It's Dark Inside) by  wanheda_two_heda

Rated: M  |  Chapters: 7/? (WIP)  |   Words: ~20k

Also featuring Boxer!Bellamy, Clarke gets more than she bargained for when she matches with Bellamy Blake on tinder.

If I ever wind up in some weird underground boxing club, I’m wholeheartedly blaming Liz and P for hooking me onto boxer!Bellamy with their wonderful writing.  For real though, these fics are both amazing and I wish we had more boxing fics because now I’m hooked.

As I said at the start, there are so many more fics out there that I’ve not had time to read, feel free to add on to this or to send me recs whenever! <3

@bellarkefanfiction, @wellsjahasghost, @asroarke, @bettsfic, @grumpybell, @octannibal-blake, @youleftme-clarke <3

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letters to home #4

fully inspired by this tweet

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