#octavia blake app

[wildfirehq]

CHARACTER NAME: Octavia Blake

CHARACTER FACECLAIM: Marie Avgeropoulos

CHARACTER AGE/DOB: 27. Feb 13th.

CHARACTER PRONOUNS/GENDER IDENTITY/SEXUALITY ETC: She/her, cis female, bisexual

CHARACTER FANDOM (if relevant): The 100

OC OR CANON: Canon

IF RELEVANT, PLEASE COMMENT ON ANY IMPORTANT CANON DIVERGENCES: na

WHERE THEY ARE CURRENTLY LOCATED & ANY IMPORTANT ALLIANCES OF NOTE: Alongside the Coalition. With her brother Bellamy, Clarke, etc.

IMPORTANT CHARACTER INFORMATION TO NOTE AND SHARE (this could be important headcanons for initial plotting, mini bios etc, supporting docs etc): Born in Washington DC, a younger sibling to Bellamy. Octavia’s mother struggled after her birth, though there was only so much O understood in her young age. Something that never faltered was her brothers protection and love for her. Their bond wasn’t just your typical brother/sister one. It was stronger. Octavia looked up to Bellamy. Sometimes his protectiveness got on her nerves and she lashed out - sassy and headstrong from birth. But she knew he cared about her, did everything he could and she was grateful. Her deep need to grow her independence often caused strife, feeling as if Bellamy viewed her still as that helpless child. She was working on it. Octavia remained by her brothers side throughout his creation of the Delinquents after Wildfire spread, vowing to stay with him to keep him safe.

ONE SONG THAT HAS YOUR CHARACTER VIBES: unstoppable by the score

ooc information:

NAME/ALIAS: Cheeto

AGE: 31

TRIGGERS: Clowns

[lovehermioneforever]

oc pride challenge 2025 : day two/june 2nd : lesbian oc

↳ featuring : nessa kom trikru (the 100 oc, octavia blake fanfic)

tag list : @nikosasaki , @arrthurpendragon ( let me know if you want to be added)

[mattsgirlxoxo]

Chaotic Butterflies - - - Bellamy Blake x reader

AN: currently 2am!my boyfriend is asleep and I was thinking about the lack of Bellamy smut on this app and how much I hate it SO im adding some myself! im a new writer so bare with me, sorry for any typos!

word count: 2.9k

WARNINGS - - -

smut,p in v, unprotected sex (do not try at home!), consensual sex, car sex, oral!male receiving, cream pie, rough sex, public ish

Y/NS POV:

its a cloudy day, making everyone working on Arkadia anxious in anticipation for the black rain. but lets talk about Jaha, he claims he knows of a bunker that could save us all. we all know what happened last time Jaha went off. "all security report to front gates" i hear from the com system, I look up confused from my spot in my bunk room before getting up, making sure to grab my guard jacket on the way out of the room.

as im closing the door, making sure to lock it, I turn around and bump into something or rather; someone , a specific someone. my bestfriend. Octavia Blake. "Jesus tavia thanks for the heart attack" I say rolling my eyes at her playfully. "oh shush it" she laughs out nudging me while catching up to walk beside me , "hey do you know what this is about?" I catch a voice saying to the left of me, I look over and see Clarke, my co-leader of the one hundred who landed first, along side bellamy too. speaking of bellamy, I haven't seen him at all today which is odd. not that were always together, were just close, like me and octavia are but a little different.

"no idea, you?" I say, looking past octavia to, speak to Clarke directly, she shakes her head and says, "im gonna go find my mom and figure out what this is I'll come find you guys after" Clarke says, running down the medical hall, going to find abby, who's most likely by my dads side.

looking down the hallway to my right I see bellamy walking swiftly down the hall towards us, he speeds up a bit to catch up with us before walking next to me, "heard what happened?" he asks us, making eye contact with me, before looking at his sister. shaking our heads, we look at him in, before asking in unison, "do you know? he smirks a bit before shaking his head saying "some ice nation grounder tried to get out and decided to try to hold raven hostage, she put him on the ground with a screw driver" he says chuckling to himself, Octavia looks at me unimpressed, before looking at her brother, "really, all this for one grounder and raven?" she asks , "hey don't look at me I didn't make the call?" he says laughing at her, his smile making my cheeks heat up a bit. I grin while shaking my head at the pair of them, "ill catch up with you guys later" octavia says before disappearing around the corner.

just as bellamy, and I make it out the doors of arkadia , we spot my dad waving us over to where he was standing with Jaha, Clarke and monty. we share a look before walking over to them, "what's goin on?" I ask my dad looking at the 4 of the, bellamy a bit behind me.

before my dad could answer , Clarke says "I need you guys to take a separate rover and go with monty and Jaha to this bunker incase we suddenly get a huge amount of luck and it is actually there and has supplies" she says before continuing , "I know you both just got back from a 2 week scavenge with the hunting team, but I trust you both the most." she finishes, glancing between the two of us pleadingly.

as I step a bit forward to reply, bellamy puts his arm in front of me, and says "we will go" he says firmly to her, before looking down at me, his eyes stern. I cant focus with him looking at me like that. something in my stomach turns with his eyes seemingly so focused on me.

looking back at Clarke, I catch the last bit of her conversation with Monty and Jaha, before they take off. I look back up at bellamy to see him still staring at me. his cheeks brighten up and his eyes widen before turning away from me, and starting the rover next to us.

I get in the passenger seat while waiting for my dad to bring us our packs. glancing out the window I see my father walking towards the rover in the side view mirror, I roll down the window

"radio if anything happens, got it?” he says looking between the both of us, passing our packs through the window to me. "and hey, don't get your hopes up, its Jaha were talking about" he says before hitting the roof of the rover and walking away, looking back at bellamy I hear the end of his conversation with Clarke, "good luck, you'll need it." she says looking between us while chuckling a bit. "yeah, yeah" Bellamy says back before driving off the way Montys GPS system was telling us to go.

after about 10 minutes of comfortable silence bellamy speaks up, " do you think this bunker is real" he questions while glancing over at me, " honestly not really, I don't believe anything that comes out of Jaha's mouth after Ally" I sarcastically say, causing him to let out a burst of laughter

I smile at him, staring at his face, his eyes are entirely gorgeous. not realizing im still staring, he glances away from in front of him and at me, catching me staring. my eyes widen, i quickly look down at my lap, my entire face red after being caught looking at him. "like what you see princess" he laughs out, while reaching over to playfully squeeze my thigh with a smirk.

"please. your my best friends brother bellamy." I scoff out playfully, crossing my arms at him. "oh I see we're not best friends huh?"he says back acting hurt, "well we are but" I hesitated. "but what?" he says glancing away from the weather that's starting to worsen

"I-" I don't have a chance to finish my sentence, when it starts to thunder, making me flinch a bit, rain following almost immediately "ah shit," Bellamy curses out frustratedly, turning down an alternate dirt road trying to find coverage. I reach out to grab the radio, "rover one reporting back, can anyone read me?" I say into the radio waiting for a minute before repeating myself.

with the weather continuing to worsen, and the road getting muddier as the minutes go by, im still trying to make contact with arkadia. "y/n/n is that you?" the familiar voice of my dad sounds through the radio system in the rover, "yeah dad its me, we had to re route because of the weather, its getting really bad. what do y-" I don't have time to finish my sentence before the rover suddenly lurches forward, stuck in the mud.

"fuck!" bellamy lets out before trying to get the rover unstuck. "what's going on? y/n?" my dad says trying to understand the situation at hand , "the rovers stuck in the mud, were gonna have to go out and manually try" bellamy says, about to open his door when, "don't! don't open the door its black rain! it burns your skin" dad shouts through the radio.

slumping back in his seat bellamy sighs, "so its here." he says through the radio, all we get is static back

"Kane?" he says, repeating himself a few times before slamming down the radio, "dammit the signals lost from the weather, were stuck here" he says frustrated at the situation.

a half hour later of sitting in the rover together, silently stealing looks at each other from time to time, I speak up "how long do you think until the rain stops?" I say turning to him, wrapping my arms around myself feeling chilled. he turns his body to me, "no clue could be hours" he says with a bit of a groan leaning his head back against the seat but still looking at me" how is this man so attractive. I cant help but glance down at his lips a couple times, before looking back up at his eyes just to notice he caught me staring. again. "you really like what you see don't ya princess?" he says with low eyes staring right back at me

"you cold?" he says raising his arm, as if insisting that I move closer to him. "its okay ill be okay" I assure him before trying to find comfort in my seat, "shut up and come here" he says rolling his eyes at me, my face rosey, I look down at my lap and move closer to him. bellamy unexpectedly, wraps his arm around my shoulder pulling me even closer to him.

is this actually happening?

I look down at his hand wrapped around me, his other resting on his lap, near my thighs. finally deciding to look at him, I look up to see he's already looking at me. my eyes widen, but I don't break the eye contact. im tired of avoiding this. "I need to tell you something y/n/n" he starts , before I can reply he continues saying, "I want you. I have since we landed in the drop ship. before all of this." he says seriously, looking into my eyes hoping I return the feelings. I feel my eyes widen, my face getting red as I register what he said.

"you want me?"

I ask him, my eyes flickering between his eyes and lips subconsciously. his other hand drifts only my thigh, causing me to look down at it, his hand making its way up my leg, and my arm up to my face to wrap his hand around my neck softly, "yeah I fucking want you y/n so bad." bellamy whispers moving his face lower towards mine. his lips just mere inches from mine.

unable to handle the tension thats getting stronger every second passing, I connect our lips in a fit of confidence. responding to me immediately, he kisses me back, tightening his hand that's around my throat lightly, his other moving towards my waist. attempting to pull me closer, I end up in his lap, our lips never leaving each others.

all of a sudden the rover felt like it was on fire. the kiss was broke when I pulled away for air. his hands make their way up to my face, forcing me to look at him. "are you sure you want this ? there's no turning back, your mine." he says to me, looking into my eyes, looking like he's desperately trying to hold himself back until he's reassured I want this just as much as he does. "I already am yours bell. I want this, I want you. " I say to him before reconnecting our lips, he breaks the kiss moving his lips down my jaw line.

Bellamys hands make their way to the hem of my shirt, looking up at me as if wanting confirmation that this was okay, I nod my head at him, the anticipation getting to me. he pulls my shirt up and off my head before pulling me into the back of the rover with him.

I push him onto the seat, climbing back into his lap, trying to pull his shirt off too. our lips reconnect as soon as the shirt is off, my hips slightly rubbing against his growing bulge. "fuuuuck" he lightly groans out grabbing onto my hips pulling me against him over and over again. my hands run down his muscular stomach. feeling every ridge, every muscle. looking up at his face, his mouth is slightly open, sucked into the feeling we were bringing eachother.

while one of his hands goes down towards my ass to guide me better, his other makes its way to the back of my head shoving me into a passionate, rough, heavy make out. my hands on his shoulders, I force myself off his lap onto the metal floor of the rover, kneeling in front of him. he looks at me as if asking you sure? , nodding my head at him, I stare into his eyes while unzipping the zipper of his jeans.

he lifts his hips up to help get his pants down, I grab his boxers as well.

hes naked.

looking up into his eyes, I wrap my hand around his thick long cock, licking the tip of it slightly to get a reaction out of him. his hands tighten there grip on my hair, "don't tease." he says in a rough tone, his eyes lustfully glaring down at me. giggling I spit on his cock, mixing his pre cum and my saliva down his hard cock with my hand, his hips stuttering as a response. I bring my mouth around the head of his cock, slowly letting more into my mouth until I couldn't fit anymore.

I couldn't fit his whole cock in my mouth, my right hand around the base of his cock, my left hand gripping his thigh to stabilize myself. "fuuuuckk just like that baby, just like that" he groans out feeling my warm, warm mouth around him.

I moan out around his thick cock, his hips jerking up into my mouth making me gag on his dick. he moans out from the vibrations, "shit baby im gonna cum all down your fuckin throat" he grunts out starting to thrust his hips up into my mouth, ignoring my gagging. his hips stutter before he moans out, spilling his seed all down my throat for me to swallow for him.

looking up at him I swallow his seed and stick my tongue out to show him, catching his breath he says, "good fuckin girl such a good fuckin girl for me y/n/n" he says pushing my sweaty hair out of my face. he pulls me back up into his lap, before laying me down on the floor of the rover, yanking my jeans and panties down.

yelping out in shock turns into moans as his fingers find my core, slipping up and down my cunt, circling my clit making me buck my hips up into his hand. biting my lip, I look up at him " please fuck me I need you bell." I say looking into his eyes. "shit baby" he says reaching behind me to pull my bra off, "usually im down for more foreplay , but I need to be inside you princess" he says grinning down at me,

smiling shyly at him, I nod , reaching down to wrap my hand tightly around his cock stroking him. his hips leaning into my hand a bit, "fuuuckkkk" he says, his hands coming up to push my legs up against my chest. he leans down to kiss me, while replacing my hand with his and positioning his tip against my entrance.

we both gasp out at the feeling of his hard cock stretching out my tight pussy. "oh my god" I moan out gripping his shoulders "fuck princess your so fuckin tight this pussy is mine" he groans out pulling out, pushing right back into me, starting to steadily move his hips starting a rhythm. "oh fuck bell your so deep oh my god" I moan out my hand moves up to grip his hair, his head leaning against my neck to muffle his own moans of pleasure. "this pussy is mine your mine y/n/n” he says lifting his head up, his hand coming around my neck, tighty holding my neck while making eye contact with me "say it" he demands tightening his hold on my throat, I whimper at his grip, "yes fuck! im yours bell all yours all yours pussys yours" I moan out over and over again, losing control of all senses.

his hands moving from holding my knees to my chest, to holding my ass so he can pound into me even harder, with his hips slamming into mine, my moans get louder each thrust. "oh bellamy! im gonna fucking come oh my god your gonna make me cum" I scream out my nails scratching down his back, moaning out his name over and over like its the only thing my brain knows.

feeling my cunt clench around him, his hips stutter slightly "ah fuck baby come on my cock cmon good girl come for me" he moans out continuing to pound his cock into my leaking pussy. his approval is all I needed to let go " fuck! oh fuck! im cumming im fucking cumming! oh bellamy!" I scream out gripping his shoulders with all my strength, my eyes roll back while my legs profusely shake around his hips, "oh fuck good fucking girl your gonna make me cum gonna fill this tight pussy all the way up" he says looking down at my cunt sucking his cock right in like I was meant for him, like he was meant to be inside of me. "fuck take it take it" he loudly groans out shooting his load into my pussy, making me shutter with pleasure, both of our legs shaking, heavy breathing is the only thing that can be heard, besides the sound of the down pour outside the rover. Bellamy rolls off me, leans up into the front seats to grab one of the packs, grabbing a cloth to clean me; both, of us up. "your mine now" he says to me after wiping up the mess between my legs

leaning up to his level, I wrap my arms around his neck, his arms coming around my waist to hold me tight against him. "no other way id want it to be" I mutter into his ear with a smile, "we may wanna get dressed" I say pulling back to look at him, he looks at me with a bright smile, letting out a laugh.

[clexa-ao3-fic-feed]

The lucky one by amberalyson

The lucky one Read the post here! by amberalyson When high school cheerleader Clarke connects anonymously with Lexa on a app, she never imagines she's talking to a celebrity. Unbeknownst to Clarke, Lexa is actually Alexandra Woods, a famous actress. As they bond over phone calls and messages, their connection deepens. The truth is revealed, and Clarke is shocked to discover Lexa's real identity. Join Clarke and Lexa on an emotional journey of love, courage, and self-discovery in this heartwarming tale that proves love truly knows no bounds. Words: 670, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The 100 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes (The 100), Finn Collins, Harper McIntyre, Anya (The 100), Lincoln (The 100), Jasper Jordan Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa Additional Tags: AI-Generated Text, Love, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Title from a Taylor Swift Song via AO3 works tagged 'Clarke Griffin/Lexa' https://ift.tt/3bBCZRz July 06, 2024 at 02:27PM

[warrier-queann]

Favorite Character Quotes (7/?): Indra kom Trikru

Be careful of the dark Octavia, to easy to lose your way

I love you. Does that make me weak?

I'll ask you again, what do you want from me?

Don't smile at me Kane what do you want?

How about a slow one right now? (Death)

[orbitganymede]

prompt list

- characters: bellamy blake, peter parker, tom holland, harrison osterfield, bob morley, calum hood, luke hemmings, wanda maximoff, john murphy, pietro maximoff, octavia blake

“forget it asshole”

“stay with me”

“i love you”

“i loved you”

“you promised”

“im sorry”

“i thought i lost you”

“kill me”

“goodbye”

“please wake up”

“why are you lying to me”

"do you even still love me"

"im falling apart"

"oh you're jealous"

"kiss me"

"i think im in love with you"

"maybe in another world"

"don't say that"

"I can't exist in a world without you"

"how do you think this ends"

"i'd do anything for you"

"soulmate"

"i risked my life for you"

"you deserve better"

"i would have done anything for you"

"you promised"

"i don't care"

"kiss me again"

"we're done"

"come home"

send some in (make sure to specify which character and app. how long) and i'll write them ASAP! also lemme know if i should do the rewrite i've been dying to do

[oh-obrien]

Paper Houses {1.0}

Pairings: Bellamy Blake (AU) X Original Female Character

Warnings: Mentions of Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use

Word Count: 5,502 (a little shorter to kick off here).

Author’s Note: This one is going to be a fun ride, and I’m really excited for the story I have planned. Each section will be a mix between the present and either the past or the future, time changes will usually be pretty clear and they try to help support the plot throughout the entire story. It’s more of a college-esqu AU but you’ll see what happens. Also the title is inspired by Niall Horan’s song Paper Houses which is one of my all time favorites of his and that should be a little hint for some of the plot.

“Some guy on tinder last night slid into my DM’s!” Aisling yelled over the music that had been turned up so loud it felt like the bass had begun to make her teeth vibrate. The playlist that had been on most of the night had a mix of the friend’s favorite songs on it, everyone contributing their top ten favorite songs to be added. Aisling would have turned the music down if her dad's property didn’t have ten acres, she felt more than comfortable with the fact that none of their ‘neighbors’ would be disturbed by her friends. “Yeah! And he goes, ‘oh you’re that bitchy girl on the Arkadia lacrosse team all the boys talk about,’ I was absolutely dying!”

Harper laughed before giving Aisling a questioning look. “Isn’t that what Tinder is for?” She asked with a confused tilt to her voice, “sliding into people’s DM’s?” Aisling found it amusing sometimes how easy it had been for Harper and Monty to find each other; they were each other's first loves, and everyone believed they’d be in it for the long run. Their two-year anniversary had just passed, and the couple seemed happier than ever. 

“Aisling is too busy pining after Bellamy to actually use dating apps the right way,” Clarke waved off Aisling’s warning glare as she finished taking a drink out of the bottle in her hand. “Everyone here knows you’re in love with Bellamy, don’t act so surprised.” Clarke hiccupped and laughed before continuing, “and you say that like this entire island doesn’t revolve around lacrosse and everyone doesn’t know you as ‘that bitchy girl on Arkadia’s lacrosse team’, who even was it?”

“Probably Finn!” Raven announced loudly before she and Clarke both started laughing again, both clearly well past tipsy and on their way to drunk. “Why doesn’t your dad go out of town every weekend? This is awesome!” Having the two girls hungover at playoffs tomorrow would be an absolute treat for the rest of the friend group, that is if they weren’t all hungover the next morning.  

Aisling just shook her head while she stood up, stretching afterwards, her spine cracking in that sickly satisfying way when she turned to the left. “My dad doesn’t have an away game every weekend, ask the AEC if they can switch his schedule to no home games.” She set her water down on the table before turning around. “Actually don’t,” she corrected herself after realizing she wouldn’t put it past Raven and Clarke to actually email God knows who at the America East Conference and ask to have Stony Brook’s football season shifted to all away games while they were drunk. 

Aisling took Raven and Clarke falling into a very animated conversation about how much they dislike their shared ex as her cue to leave. Slipping her feet back into her flip flops, she made her way up the stairs of her home’s large patio and grabbed her half-drunk bottle of Gatorade off the wooden railing after she reached the top. “How’s not drinking going?” Octavia asked while they both looked out into Aisling’s backyard, filled with their friends who were all probably at least tipsy. 

The lights her father had installed into the yard when she had been younger lit up the area and the pool sat illuminated in the background. The early Long Island summer air still had a chill to it, enough of one that Aisling slipped on a hoodie when she had gone inside to order dinner earlier. They were waiting for Octavia’s older brother, Bellamy, and their friend, John Murphy, to get back from picking up the group’s excessively large order from The Dead Zone.

Leaning over the wooden railing of her deck, a bottle of red Gatorade in her hand, Aisling just laughed, her shoulders shaking slightly. “I can’t believe we’re the ones who have playoffs tomorrow and we’re babysitting our drunk friends. Like I at least wanted to take a couple shots of something,” she scrunched her nose up when the strong smell of marijuana washed over her. “I said no weed Jasper! Monty too! It does not need to get out that my dad lets his daughter’s friends come over while he’s at a game to drink underage and smoke pot!”

Aisling rolled her eyes when she heard the boys in question yell “Sorry!”. Where they even were in her large yard wasn’t a question she asked anymore, she just needed to make sure they stayed out of trouble. 

“Effective,” Octavia laughed. “So,” She trailed off while she dangled her water bottle over the edge of the deck, swinging it back and forth slowly. “Is your dad still recruiting that boy from-” Octavia got cut off when the two girls heard the back door slide open. Bellamy and John each carried two large boxes that were filled with food. At least she knew that their weekly orders were probably paying some of the bills at the Dead Zone. 

“They have your dad’s card on file?” Murphy said as he set his boxes down on the outside kitchen’s countertop. “Because we said we were picking up under Bryne and the guy was like ‘oh yeah Aisling called we put it on the card already’, that was at least three hundred easy.” Aisling grabbed her order of mozzarella sticks and crunchy chicken wrap before shrugging. 

She bit into one of the sticks before speaking. “When my dad says to buy whatever we want and he has the salary he does, I think it’s fine.” She set her things down on the outdoor bar. “Tell the drunken delinquents that their food is here, but I suggest grabbing yours first.” She walked over to the fridge and sifted past the countless types of alcohol that had been placed inside it earlier to grab a bottle of raspberry tea, cracking the top before grabbing her food and walking out to the pool. 

Walking past her friends who were going to retrieve whatever they had ordered, Aisling pushed the gate to her family’s large inground pool open, walking around the brick deck area before carefully setting her things down next to the edge of the deep end. She balanced on one arm while she slid her feet into the water, the LED lights in the pool illuminating the water in different colors. She slowly kicked her feet back and forth, watching the water ripple as she did. 

“Food for thought?” She gasped and nearly fell into the pool when she heard Bellamy’s voice. She hadn’t heard him enter the pool area and wasn’t really paying enough attention to have heard him anyway. “Sorry if I scared you,” he set three containers down along with a bottle of Cherry Coke. 

Aisling just shook her head, “you’re okay, I wasn’t paying attention so part of that is on me. You can drink, you know?” She nodded towards the bottle of Coke, “you’re like the only one of us who’s actually twenty-one.” She kept kicking her feet in the water, watching as it rippled out with each movement she made. She hoped that it would distract her from the fact that Bellamy Blake actually sat down right next to her. Well, it’s not like they’re not in close proximity all the time, because they are, but this just feels different.  

“I’d rather not leave the babysitting up to just you and O,” Bellamy picked up one of his wings and bit into it, licking the extra sauce off his lips before continuing. Aisling tried not to watch as his tongue swept across his lips, that would definitely be awkward if he caught her. “You two are stressed enough as is, you more-so probably,” he continued to devour his food. 

“I’m not like, stressed,” Ash mumbled around the bite of chicken wrap she had in her mouth, “I know I’m playing at Penn State next year, my commitment is locked in if we win tomorrow and move on to states or not.” She wiped her hands off on a napkin, “it’s not like a problem for seniors y’know?”

Bellamy dropped the bone that had been left from his first wing back into the container before grabbing a few french fries out of another container and shoving them into his mouth.

“It’s still probably weird for you,” Bellamy spoke after a few moments of silence between the pair, “I mean sure you’re graduating a year early and with almost all of your friends now,” Bellamy took a long sip of his Coke. “And I know that almost all of you are going away to school, but Clarke is going with Raven and they’ll be able to room together. Jasper and Monty are doing the same thing, Miller’s staying here and I think Murphy is taking it day by day,” Aisling laughed at that, “but you’re going up to Pennsylvania by yourself, a month earlier than everyone else is leaving, it’s just weird is all.”

Aisling wasn’t quite sure how to respond, sure she’d had a weird sense of guilt about being the first of their friend group to leave home nagging her for months, but she hadn’t had someone else bring it up to her yet. Bellamy had seemed to be one of the few constant figures in her life since she had met Octavia at her very first lacrosse practice in second grade. The now twenty-three-year-old, had spent more than his fair share of time babysitting Octavia and Aisling when they were younger. He had played too many board games, fallen victim to makeovers and watched more Disney movies than any teenage boy would have wanted to admit at the time. However, he always did it with a smile and never seemed anything less than happy to be with the girls. That had never been something Aisling experienced with her own brother’s.

Patrick, Aisling’s oldest brother, had been in the tenth grade when she had been born. He had been in the middle of the college recruiting process for football and sat at the number five spot for recruits nationwide. He didn’t have time to deal with a baby sister, especially after he went off to Louisiana State University right before Aisling had turned two. Tanner, who had been in kindergarten at the time, also didn’t want much to do with Aisling. He had been much more engrossed in learning how to play football with his dad and older brother, something she didn’t blame him at all for. Football had been their family’s culture for decades. Around the time Aisling had been born her dad had just started coaching college football at Baylor after his pro career with the Cowboys had ended due to injury, football was in the Bryne blood.

Two weeks before Aisling had started second grade the Bryne family had relocated to Arkadia, New York. A small beach town about ten minutes from Stony Brook University, home of the Stony Brook Seawolves football team and her father’s new head coaching job. She met Octavia Blake at the very first lacrosse practice she attended after moving. Aisling hadn’t wanted to play lacrosse at first, but her father insisted his daughter at least learn to play lacrosse if she would never have the chance to carry on the family name playing football.

“I-” Aisling started but couldn’t figure out how she should respond. “It’s not that I’m not upset, because I am, trust me,” she went to take another bite of her wrap, but her appetite had seemed to disappear. “It’s just an opportunity that’s kind of hard to turn down, and Penn State is one of the top teams in the country Bellamy, they’re looking like they’re going to make it to at least play-off, if not to a national title game next year.”

Silence came over the two and Aisling wasn’t quite sure how to continue. ‘Yeah I love you and it sucks I have to leave?’ definitely not smart. “I guess all I’m saying is that,” Bellamy sighed, “as weird as it is for you, it’s just as weird for everyone else and some of us feel like you’re putting what your family wants before what you want.”

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Aisling Bryne had always been raised to be an athlete, to be competitive, not to be nice. With a former NFL player and current Division 1 College Football Coach for a father, one brother in the NFL with a Super Bowl ring on his finger and another brother attending the University of Texas as the number one ranked college quarterback in the country, she knew no different. She grew up living and breathing football, which meant she also grew up around her dad’s players and her brother’s teammates. 

Safe to say unrealistic relationship standards had been set for her very early on in her life.

At the age of ten Aisling’s competitive nature had earned her the very first broken bone. A Saturday morning lacrosse tournament during college football season meant that Aisling’s father, Sean, wouldn’t be able to attend. Instead, she had stayed with her best friend and teammate Octavia Blake the night before. Aurora Blake had ordered two pizzas before she had to go to work and left her son, Bellamy, with strict instructions to make sure the girls didn’t inhale all the sugar in the house and that they got to bed early. Luckily, Bellamy had let the pair stay up for one extra movie and even made them hot chocolate!

Octavia and Aisling were both in fifth grade while all their other teammates were in sixth or seventh grade! The two girls had proved their athletic abilities very early on in their lacrosse careers and instead of being put into the 10U division when they were eight, they had been bumped up to 12U early. They had formed a tight knit friendship rather quickly and both girls intended to stay playing on the same team until they were forced to part ways in college, if they didn’t commit to the same team, of course. Now they played on a 14U team and it was hard to form bonds with the girls in middle school while they were still in elementary school.

The two girls sat on the sidelines of the turf field, lacing their cleats up along with the rest of their teammates, getting ready for the final game of the day. The Arkadia Knights 14U team had made it all the way to the tournament’s championship game and all the girls wanted to win another trophy. “I’m still not great at tying these by myself,” Aisling held the two laces in her hands while she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. 

“Oh,” Octavia looked over to her best friend with a crooked smile, some of her visible teeth still missing, “I’m not good at doing other people’s yet.” She huffed while looking around them.

“I don’t want to ask one of the other girls,” Aisling whispered so only Octavia could hear. “They’ll think I’m a baby!” She had spent long enough trying to prove she could play just as well as the older girls on the team. After she had taken one of the starting defensive spots from a sixth grader, Aisling wasn't sure if they liked her very much anymore. She did not want to have to ask for help tying her cleats, what if it got back to their coach that she couldn’t do it by herself and he took her spot away?

Octavia spent a little longer looking around before turning to aisling with a smile. “You could ask Bellamy!” She pointed to her older brother who sat next to her mom in the stands, clearly engrossed in his phone. Bellamy would also probably think Aisling was a baby for not being able to tie her own cleats, he had been the starting quarterback for their highschool football team as a sophomore! Definitely too cool for little kids. 

However, asking Bellamy seemed like a better option than asking one of her other teammates so Aisling sighed and pushed herself off the ground, carefully walking towards the stands. She made her way up the metal stands and over to where Bellamy and Aurora Blake sat. “Hey Ash,” Aurora looked at the younger girl, “what’s wrong?”

“I can't tie my cleats and make them stay by myself,” she looked down at her untied laces. “And I didn’t want to ask one of the other girls because they’ll think I’m a little kid and make fun of me and O said to ask Bellamy.” 

At the mention of his name the teenager in question looked up and set his phone down next to him. “No one should be making fun of you for that, Ash,” Bellamy patted his knee and Aisling put her right foot up on it. She watched as Bellamy quickly double knotted her first cleat before telling her to switch. “Don’t let anyone be mean to you or O because you’re younger, okay?” Bellamy asked after he finished tying her second cleat.

“Okay,” she nodded, “thanks Bell!” She waved before running back down to join her team. 

About halfway into the third quarter while playing defense Aisling had managed to check the ball out of an opposing player’s stick and scooped it up before she started running up the field to find an open teammate. Just as she had been about to cross midfield, she noticed a player from the other team running up to try and block her.

However, the other player clearly had another idea and Aisling didn’t have time to move before the head of the other girl’s stick came down hard on her wrist. A crack could be heard upon impact and Aisling’s stick fell out of her hand before she fell on the ground, holding her right arms close to herself. The penalty whistle on the other player didn’t register in her mind as her coach came running out to make sure she was okay. 

When she pulled her arm far enough away from herself to look at it, she noticed her wrist had been bent at an odd angle and she couldn’t really feel her fingers. Octavia sat down on the turf next to her while her coach went to go get Aisling’s cell phone so she could call her dad. “He has a game today!” Aisling winced when her assistant coach wrapped an ice pack around her wrist.

“Well it looked broken, I’m sure he could miss his game because you got hurt,” Octavia helped aisling up and they walked off the field to where Aurora and Bellamy were waiting. Aurora had her phone held to her ear but stopped talking to tell Octavia to gather up her and Aisling’s things.   

“Let’s see what this looks like,” Bellamy carefully pulled the ice pack away from Aisling’s wrist and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth when he too noticed the odd angle it had been bent at. “Mom called your dad,” Bellamy spoke softly while he wrapped her arm back up in the ice pack, “he said we could take you straight to the college if you’re the most comfortable with that,” Aisling just shrugged and held her arm close to herself again.

She knew that there would be actual doctors, definitely an orthopedist, at Stony Brook that day with there being a home game. The tournament had put them about half an hour away from the university and the Blakes knew that she didn’t like hospitals, especially after her mom had passed, so it seemed like the most obvious solution.  “I mean, I don’t want to bother anyone with you guys having to go there. You could just bring me home once the game is over and I’m sure my brothers will know what to do.”

“There’s a football game!” Octavia dropped her and Aisling’s things on the ground before she started to pack them up, “I’m sure Bell won’t be bothered going to Stony Brook the same day there happens to be a football game going on.”

Bellamy shrugged, his hair falling into his eyes a little bit while he picked up Aisling’s packed lacrosse bag. “Let’s go Ash, I’ll sit in the back with you to make sure you’re okay and O will be more than happy to ride shotgun, I’m sure,” he smiled at his younger sister. Octavia just answered her brother with a wide smile and ran off in the direction of her mom’s car while Aisling got sent off with well wishes from her teammates and coaches. 

After driving the half an hour to Stony Brook Aisling pulled out the SBU ID card her dad had gotten her for when she had to spend days at the stadium or training fields. She handed Aurora her card when they pulled up to the security booth and rolled down the passenger side windows while they waited for one of the security guards to approach them. “Hey Ted!” Aisling waved with her good hand while the older man walked up to the car. “Ms. Blake has my ID card! Dad’s expecting us,” she pointed to her arm that Bellamy still held tightly wrapped up in the ice pack. 

“He did call and tell me you’d be coming,” Ted laughed lightly before waving off Aisling’s ID card. “I’m sure Ash could direct you to the medical center, Sean called the orthopedist and he’s waiting for her.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of sideline tickets for the game. “He also left these, told me that someone would be very interested in watching the game.” 

Aisling reached out and grabbed the game tickets with her good arm, “see,” she waved them in Bellamy’s face. “I told you dad would let you watch the game!” She handed him the three tickets. “Now let’s go get this fixed because I also want to see the game!” She waved goodbye to Ted and started to direct Aurora to the medical center.

Bellamy watched with fascination as they drove around the football complex, his eyes clearly trying to take in everything they could. Being a sophomore in high school and a starting quarterback currently ranked twelfth for the position nationally, Bellamy already had coaches looking to begin the recruiting process. Those coaches included Sean Bryne. “I think it’s a bit much,” Aisling speaking snapped Bellamy out of his trance, “but that’s what Division 1 football looks like apparently,” she winced as they went over a speed bump.

Aurora pulled up outside the medical center and Bellamy got out first before rounding the front of the car to help Aisling out, holding her arm steady while she did. She felt the bones inside shifting and it hurt, really bad, but she couldn’t cry in front of Bellamy of all people. Instead she bit down on her tongue while the pair made their way inside the building. “Mark!” Aisling smiled when she saw the team orthopedist, he wasn’t at the university every day, but when he was, he usually showed Aisling pictures of his dogs. 

“What happened to you!” Mark gave Bellamy a thankful smile while he took Aisling’s arm out of the teen’s careful hold. “Your dad told me you’d be coming!” He led Aisling over to one of the many medical style tables in the large room, picking her up by her waist and setting her down. 

Bellamy followed behind the pair, unsure what he should do now that he didn’t have Aisling to actively take care of. “Is he here?” He heard Aisling ask while the man, Mark, unwrapped the ice pack and small towel from around her arm.

“No,” Bellamy winced when he heard Mark mumble the word. “His game is starting soon, but I promised I’d take care of you!” A younger woman walked out from a different room and Mark lifted Aisling up again and set her on the ground. “How about you go with Heidi and get an x-ray then we’ll fix you up!” He ushered Aisling toward the blonde woman.    

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“I cannot believe you still have that,” Bellamy really needed to stop sneaking up on her. Aisling didn’t even flinch this time while she continued peeling her rings off her fingers, tucking each one back into the box it belonged in. The party had begun to die down and with assurance that Murphy had actually stayed sober, Aisling and Octavia didn’t feel too bad going to bed early so that they could be well rested for playoffs the next morning.

She felt Bellamy’s presence at her side and watched as he reached up on the top shelf of her dresser to pick up the smallest cast there. The purple plaster appeared to be old and dusty from all the time it had sat on display. She also felt oddly at ease with how comfortable he felt being in her space. There had never been an awkwardness in the air with the two while they moved about each other’s spaces. They were just able to easily exist together and function like a well-oiled machine. It was comforting.

“I kept all of them,” Aisling watched as Bellamy turned the small cast over in his hand, being careful not to pull apart the plaster that had been glued back together once Aisling had it taken off. She grabbed her second cast off the shelf, the one from a wrestling match with her older brothers that had gotten slightly out of hand. “Here,” she grabbed the purple one out of Bellamy’s hand.

She turned it over and pointed to a signature that had been signed in silver, right above where her thumb would have been when she had the cast on. “Oh my god, my handwriting was absolutely terrible, how did I actually do well in school,” he laughed lightly. 

“This one got a little better,” Aisling turned the second cast over in her hand, this one orange instead of purple, and pointed to Bellamy’s signature that had been placed in the same spot and written in the same color.  

Aisling braced herself on her dresser with her right hand while she placed both casts back into their places with her left. Her left forearm still had the scar that stretched from about three inches below her elbow to her wrist. After her oldest brother had practically snapped her arm in half, by accident of course, she needed to have screws put in to hold it together. “Won’t you miss things like this too?” Bellamy sat down on Aisling’s bed.

The girl in question didn’t answer immediately as she continued to peel off the jewelry that she had put on earlier that morning. She had never been one to dress fancy, usually being most comfortable in a pair of shorts or jeans and a tee or hoodie. However, Aisling did love to pair every outfit she wore with an abundance of jewelry. In her sophomore year her friends had started joking that she looked naked without any jewelry on. She always had the same earrings in, two diamond studs, her birthstone, in both earlobes and a helix piercing in her left ear. She also tended to wear the same necklace every day, but it could almost be guaranteed that she would never wear the same combination of rings or bracelets. 

“Of course, I’ll miss all the memories I have here, Bellamy.” Aisling rolled her eyes while she continued placing her jewelry into the appropriate bags and boxes. She wouldn’t be able to wear them for playoffs the next morning and opted to put everything back into her jewelry box. “You’re really starting to sound dumb now,” she finally turned around, her arms crossed over her chest. 

Bellamy leaned back on to Aisling’s bed, bracing himself on his forearms while his eyes raked over Aisling’s figure. She didn’t shrink under his gaze and instead opted to lean back against her dresser, her arm still crossed over her chest. She’d grown up with Bellamy, she knew too much about him to ever see him as intimidating. Sure, when she had been younger she never would have wanted to overstep any boundaries with him and his authority, but now, now they were on a level playing field. Aisling had recently turned seventeen, she didn’t have to listen to Bellamy anymore.

“Oh,” he tilted his head back to laugh. Aisling tried to avert her eyes from his neck, the tan and freckled skin stretching in the most inviting way. “I’m the one who sounds dumb?” He pushed himself upright, his feet planting themselves on the plush cream carpet that covered Aisling’s floor. His elbows came to rest on his knees, and he rested his chin on his folded hands. “Enlighten me then!”

Taking a moment to collect her thoughts Aisling closed her eyes and breathed in deeply through her nose. She didn't understand why Bellamy would pick the night before playoffs to start asking her the ‘deep’ questions. She really wasn't all that stressed about winning because she had a four-year scholarship secured, but she had a whole team behind her she couldn’t let down. She couldn’t let Octavia down. Octavia planned to commit to playing at Notre Dame for college, her commitment more or less depended on Arkadia’s performance in playoffs this season.

“Not everyone wants to stay home forever Bellamy!” Aisling hadn’t meant to raise her voice at the older boy, but she did. “I love Arkadia, I love all the friends I made here,” she sank down into the chair next to her dresser, “but sometimes you have to let yourself explore the world a little bit.” She felt her muscles start to tense up and tried to force herself to relax, she couldn’t be tight for the game tomorrow. “Not all of us turn down a D-One scholarship to stay home!”

“And not all of us have a rich dad or brothers who try to buy their kid’s happiness or sibling time because they’re never home to see her!” As soon as Bellamy finished speaking Aisling watched his eyes widen, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed. “Aisling I-”

“Save it, Bell,” Aisling stood up and grabbed a hoodie, pulling it over the tank top she had on before she also picked up her wallet and keys. She pressed the automatic start button and watched as the headlights on her ocean blue, Jeep Wrangler Sport lit up the driveway. “I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” She made sure to tuck her charger and phone into her lacrosse bag before slinging it over her shoulder. 

Bellamy stood up, his mouth opening but no words coming out, “seriously,” Aisling mumbled. “Save it for another day, Bellamy,” the door to Aisling’s bedroom closed behind her. “C’mon Moose!” He heard her call her family’s German Shepard along to follow her. Bellamy stood in the middle of Aisling’s room, alone; the carpet she had put down to cover the hardwood floors soft under his sock covered feet. He felt the guilt starting to crawl up the back of his throat, or maybe that was just the wave of nausea that had hit him already. Bellamy felt a stronger wave of nausea hit him and he quickly pushed into Aisling’s bathroom and found himself hovering over the toilet, waiting for the feeling to pass.

“Bell?” He heard his sister’s voice in the hallway and quickly pushed himself up off the floor, forcing himself to fight through the feeling that he would be sick any second. “Bellamy?” He heard Octavia call again, louder this time. He took a deep breath before stepping out into Aisling’s room again, Octavia hovering in the doorway. “What happened?” 

Octavia’s question hadn’t even registered in Bellamy’s mind before he brushed past her to get into the hallway. Aisling’s room felt suffocating all of a sudden, the scent of her perfume lingered in the air.

He could smell the coconut shampoo and conditioner she always used.

The pink sugar lotion she loved.

Icy Hot.

It was too much her, for him to handle. “Bellamy!” Octavia yelled this time. 

Like a bucket of ice-cold water had just been poured over his head; Bellamy took in a sharp breath before he turned to face his sister. “We need to find where she went!” He tried to push past Octavia who now stood in front of the staircase of the Bryne home, stopping her older brother from going anywhere in his panicked state.

“Aisling said she’d be back later,” Octavia spoke softly, like she would scare Bellamy away if she said the words any louder, “she told me to make sure we lock up the house before everyone goes to bed.”

Octavia’s words, however, didn’t register in Bellamy’s mind. All he could hear was the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat pounding in his ears and Aisling’s voice echoing in his mind.

[thclcstgirl]

                        When it hasn’t been your day,              your week, your month or even your year                                     I’ll be there for you

The Pitch

Welcome to Polis Apartments at 100 Dropship Ave. Located above Arkadia Bar, the building hosts 3 floors of 2-3 bedroom apartments. Boasting a rooftop terrace ( loosely using the term ) Polis is home to residents looking for a good deal and a close-knit community where doors are usually open and residents are rarely found alone or in their own apartments. If either of those sound good to you- Polis is where you want to be.

But be warned: the elevator is always out-of-service, hope you like stairs.

The Plot

#polisaptgv is a general apartment verse set in an indeterminate large city. Ground floor is the bar, then three floors of 4 separate apartments above, all of which are open for new residents to apply. We’re looking to make this a fun, chill GV filled with connections and friendships and romances and co-workers and in-character drama. This is a player-heavy GV, you’re free to suggest events and things like that, and I’ll try to come up with a couple from time to time to keep things movin’ and groovin’. 

You can have up to 3 muses but no more than 2 to room together to encourage branching out. Your apartment can be a 2 or 3 bedroom and you can plot who you want to room with in dis/co. We have a server for plotting and planning, and IC activities will be dash-based for the time being. You are free to have your character work at any of the 8 locations or create new ones of your own that you’re free to ask be added to the list. 

Current Residents:

Fox Haddock (21) - @damnfoxed - Waitress (sanctum diner) ;; waitress (eligius nightclub)

Louis Warren (23) - @myhiraeth - All around dumbass ;; fighter (illegal) ;; fighter (mma)

Octavia Blake (21) - @headstrongblake - Student ;; dancer (eligius nightclub)

Nicklas Williams (22) - @headstrongblake - Bartender (arkadia bar) ;; firefighter candidate

Graham Harrington (23) - @nobledeath - Financial analyst 

Ontari Blackblood (20)- @ontcri - Influencer 

Clarke Griffin (24) - @pyrrhicmessiah - Med School Student ;; Intern at local hospital

Nina Wilde-Kane (22) - @motherlcss - tba 

Bellamy Blake (27) - @damnstory - Security guard / body guard 

Peter Colton (23) - @rainkilled - Musician 

Cordelia Byron (23) - @timiidity - Seamstress ;; fashion assistant 

John Murphy (23) - @survivormoves - Barista (second dawn) ;; bartender (arkadia)

Rapunzel Carter (22) - @shesdaylight - Student (interior design) 

Bailey Mayer (23) - @sororanimarum - Trainer (azgeda gym)

Apartments:

Floor 1: Arkadia Bar ( n/a to apts )

Floor 2: 201 ;; 202 ;; 203 ;; 204 

Floor 3: 301 - Rapunzel [+2 open] ;; 302 - Fox , Clarke, Nina  ;; 303 J. Murphy [+1 open] ;; 304 - Nicklas, Peter

Floor 4: 401 - Louis, Octavia, Ontari ;; 402 - Graham, Cordelia ;; 403 ;; 404 

APP ( send to damnfoxed ) 

Mun (include dis/co if we’re not already friends) :

Muse :

Muse age :

Job / Occupation :

Desired roomie (there’s a disco channel to find one so don’t worry if you leave this blank) : 

[ilanamk]

INTRODUCING … ilana martin-king as [ cassius ] !

but first -- introducing me, hehe. hey, everyone !! i’m jessie, she/her, turned 20 two weeks ago !! just finished up my second year of english in university up north of the uk, but i live in london :-) this is actually my first time back roleplaying since i quit last summer so ! i’m going to blame being a dumb bitch on That instead of the fact that i’m genuinely a dumb bitch. i have my app that you are all free to read, but i understand that people might not want to read pages of a backstory so fdjfkghd i’m going to try and bulletpoint key bits? under the cut? 

i’m also going to make a connections page but i need to get my shit together to plot with u all !! yeehaw

[ full app & letter to octavia ] / [ pinterest ] 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: parental death, terminal illness

quick facts !

name: ilana martin-king

age: 19 ( turning 20 on april 4th ) [ aries ]

gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her

sexuality: bi bi bi

degree: fine art [ second year ]

history !

born in the french alps, lived there with her two mothers until age 8

her mama found a tumour in her brain so they moved back to england, where they stayed in a small flat on the outskirts of london 

after nine years of treatment, her mama died when ilana was 17

the family are pretty damn poor - the nhs supported most of her mama’s treatments, but there were some that they had to pay for themselves ; ilana has worked a part-time job since she was 14

discovered her love for art in year 12 - particular interest in oil painting ! which is actually how she made ashcroft notice her and make her a member of imperium lmfao

bad attitude, but she’s playing a game here ! wants to take down imperium so she’s tried to sand down her rough edges, but everyone can still see that she’s a scholarship kid, she feels herself sticking out like a sore thumb 

here’s the most juicy thing ! valentine’s half-sister, which influenced ilana choosing ashcroft to study LMAO also has a personal grudge against her

extra !

ilana martin-king - b. french alps [french citizenship], agnostic [ alive ]

rebecca martin [mama] - birth mother, b. spain, spanish, jewish, deaf [ deceased ]

lottie king [mum] - step-mother, b. england, black, atheist, deaf [ alive ]

on their hearing: rebecca is completely deaf and has been since she was young, due to genetics. whilst the dominant gene has passed down from biological mother to child, ilana's hearing is unaffected [ her biological father was merely a sperm donor]. lottie has struggled with hearing impairment her whole life, which has gradually gotten worse - she now uses hearing aids. both ilana's mothers use british sign language as their main form of communication.

character parallels: samuel garcía domínguez ( elite ) ; kaz brekker ( six of crows ) ; trish walker ( jessica jones ) ; thalia grace ( percy jackson ) ; bellamy blake ( the 100 ) ; blue sargent ( the raven cycle )

aesthetic: gritted teeth. fingers stained with paint. running in the early morning. messy buns. finding the peace in the quiet. breathing in the air, cross-legged on rooftops. plastic water cups and yoghurt pots from the hospital. ripped trainers. big sweaters, the kind to drown in. restless energy, fidgeting hands, foot-tapping.

myers briggs: intp ( the architect )

ilana is fluent in british sign language and english, highly proficient in spanish sign language, french and spanish.

ilana is bisexual and has had her fair share of hook-ups over the years, but has never been in a relationship. she has not had an interest in having one.

rebecca martin was sephardic jewish, but did not practice after her teenage years. ilana was raised without religion, other than offhanded mentions and old habits.

ilana texts her mum regularly and calls at least once a week.

ilana stands at 5'9.

in school, ilana did not participate in any extra-curriculars and her art supplies were mostly taken from the school -- yes, she knows the irony in pursuing a field with expensive equipment. at ashcroft, she took up boxing, which is a good outlet for her.

though never arrested, ilana is terribly skilled at minor stealing. 

[clexaao3feed]

Find&Fck

by nowicanseenoise

Clarke had a hot date over an app, they exchange fake names and had a lot of fun and too many shots. Clarke couldn’t believe that she would end up working for that girl.

The AU were Anya, Octavia and Raven try to get Clarke and Lexa together but they want to keep it professional and nothing goes as planned.

Words: 10310, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, Multi

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Anya (The 100), Indra (The 100), Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, Harper McIntyre, Emori (The 100), John Murphy (The 100), Lincoln (The 100)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Anya & Raven Reyes

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[poppykru]

The 100 6x09 Thoughts

Sorry for the long post, tumblr app refuses to let me put a 'keeping reading'

Octavia

YES GIVE ME ALL THE OCTAVIA FACING HER PAST AND FINALLY MOVING ON FROM IT!

Some of the things pike said, e.g. shooting her people for not eating their friends, rubbed me the wrong way cause it wasn't only her if anything she was coerced in doing that by abby. But pike saying that murder is not justice and then the repetition of Lincoln death... Omg that was so good!!

The fight with Bloodreina was ahhhh!! Did anyone notice that octavia fought like she did before like in s2 or was it just me?

I loved that she said 'bloodreina no more'!! I love that that was the catalyst for her redemption. I really hope we see the Blakes reunite next episode and octavia doing everything to help clarke cause she clarke is 'her people' and she is the woman her brother loves.

Honourable mention: Gabriel saying that Octavia's hair is clean now. Hahaha thank you!

Kabby

I'm just gonna come out and say it - I don't give a shit about kabby. I haven't since the end of s2. At this point I hate abby, she's annoying and uninteresting and should have died ages ago. There I said it! *please don't kill me*

That being said I wanted to skip through 90% of their scenes (especially the "you taste different" ugghhh, no nope ugh) but I LOVED kanes last scene. I loved his little speech and I LOVED indras goodbye. I think it was a very well done last scene and I'm glad that character is gone now. He has been kinda useless the last 2 seasons. One thing I thought was too much is that he was floated like Jake.. That was just cruel.

Abby needs to get herself together, stop blaming everybody for everything and putting Kane on a moral pedestal and take ownership of what SHE has done in those 6 years. And like, girl, take care of your daughter, come on, how could you not know your child was not your child....

And finally

BELLARKE

OMG WHERE DO I START???

You cannot tell me bellarke isn't happening. Like it's just not possible.

First, Heart!Bellamy taking care of his wife - how he wiped the blood of her face gently and then cut himself to smear his blood on her to deceive the CoG. I stan a smart cookie.

Also, Josephine saying 'you must care about her more'. Yes, thank you, we been knew! The parallel of that scene to lexa saying to clarke "yet you worry about him more" was everything. Characters calling out bellarke love for each is my kink at this point.

And the best scene - WHEN BELLAMY FOUND OUT THAT CLARKE CAN HEAR HIM AND TEARED UP AND SAID 'I WON'T LET YOU DIE' GAHHH THESE IDIOTS WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME!! And how he paused like he wanted to say so much more, the emotion in his eyes, voice. How after he said that he turned away overcome with his feelings and then turned right back to look at her. I'm sorry but how are we supposed to believe this is platonic?????? Also, Josephine's reaction - what I took from her reaction is that she might feel what clarke feels cause to me there's no other explanation of why she will react so profoundly to what he said. She doesn't care about him, she was gonna kill him. She doesn't particularly care about clarke too. So why would she make that face when Bellamy said that?? Clarke heard him and her emotions were so strong, that it bubbled up to the surfice, to Josephine!!

Bellamy being distraught and trying to convince CoG not to kill Jo!Clarke... Yes thank you!

Also, Clarke is a badass bossass bitch! And Bellamy is a proud hubby! Did you see his little smile and how he figured out that was clarke right away - actually married.

Then him taking her hands and telling her to go, to leave him behind to save herself. And her response of "No, I'm not leaving you."... I love them so much.

Someone said that this scene parallels with 3x02 when bellamy finds clarke tied up and I agree! Love it loved it loved it.

(also, he gave her his key in 6x02, she gave him the keys in 6x09 - foreshadowing, symbolism everyone)

I might be wrong but I think I heard one of the CoG say something like "tie him and his girlfriend" and Bellamy didn't even flinch!! Ah my bad, they said "details, or your rude friend dies." oh well, a girl can dream..

Sorry for the long post again of me just fangirling and freaking out. I am so excited for the next episode.

Be well, be kind

[bellarkewrites]

Eye Candy

by TickleMyPickle4ANickle

Starts off based on Eye Candy but since I never finished the show who knows where it's going... It's been a year since Clarke's father was kidnapped in front of her. She's not exactly thrilled about how the cops still have yet to come up with anything. And she's DEFINITELY not thrilled about how her EX bestfriend turned her in to the cops after finding out she was, albeit illegally, looking into her fathers case. But the end of her parol marks the renewal of her search (screw you Wells)- that is, until Octavia signs her up for a dating app and a serial killer decides to swipe right. Next thing she knows, everyone Clarke loves is in danger, bodies are dropping like flies, and she is the source of it all. Yeah, she's not exactly thrilled with that, either. Clarke is forced to work with a condescending cop to end a serial killers killing spree, a cop who just so happens to be her best friends brother, while simultaneously trying to keep her friends safe and find her fathers kidnappers. And as if she didn't have ENOUGH on her plate, let's throw feelings into the mix!

Words: 870, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan, The 100 (TV) RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, John Murphy (The 100), Finn Collins, Roan (The 100), Niylah (The 100), Indra (The 100), Lincoln (The 100)

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin

Additional Tags: Serial Killers, Cop Bellamy, Hacker Clarke

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2ZdB3ZD

[osleyakomwonkru]

Blog Summary Tag Game

Find your fandom kru and help them find you. Answer the following and include the tag #the100blog in your answer, then tag some of the blogs you follow. @johnmurphysreddit came up with this idea, I’m here via @blodreina-noumou

1. What are your primary topics?

As the username will imply, everything surrounding Octavia Blake. Lots and lots of meta. So much meta. I will have a story behind every action she takes. I’m especially concerned about her mental state, so that comes up a lot. She needs help not hate. This is why I decided to create The 100 Mental Health Awareness Week, which I encourage everyone to participate in with their favourite characters next week.

Also, same username on AO3, where I have over 100k of Octavia-centric fanfic.

Occasionally I make photoedits. Not much in the way of GIFs yet, I’m still trying to figure out a way how to make them (I managed one, but that was only because I found a phone app and could use a shot from the trailer). If anyone can tell me how to make that happen from episodes and on a computer, that would be awesome.

2. What tags should a visitor check?

Well, I’m a fairly new Tumblr user, so just a scroll-through will tell you what you need. Most of my meta is tagged with #the 100 meta but not all of it will be, especially the earlier posts.

I tag anti posts (usually anti-Bellamy/Kane/Abby), but I also have perhaps an unpopular opinion as to what constitutes “anti”. “Anti” is deliberate hateposting about a character. Facts are not “anti”. Disliking someone and pointing out their mistakes is not “anti”. If you come to my blog and find the facts uncomfortable, that’s your issue, not mine.

I also need a lesson on how to reblog things. I very very rarely reblog, and only if I’ve got something to add. I know the attribution is there and everything, but reblogging makes me uncomfortable because it feels like I’m taking credit for someone else’s work. Which is why most of what you’ll find on my blog is my own work. Someone please tell me that reblogging is fine and cool and encouraged so that I do it more.

3. What do you love about The 100?

All the moral questions and ambiguity. That’s the main thing. I love that there’s so much complexity, so many impossible questions, and yet somehow people still have to answer them.

I love the pain. I love the anguish. But I also want love, I want healing, I want peace.

I also love that this show includes so much diversity - sexuality, race, ability, age, etc. - and that it just exists, naturally, and that’s the world. A world where the -isms of our time no longer exist, and people can just be and focus on different struggles.

My favourite living characters are Octavia, Niylah, Jackson, Echo and Murphy.

My favourite ships are Linctavia, Niytavia and Mackson.

4. What do you hate/what frustrates you about The 100?

Two big things, mostly in the fandom:

1. Ship wars. Particularly the Clexa/Bellarke/Becho triangle, because I have absolutely no emotional investment in any of those ships. I could care less who Clarke or Bellamy are fucking. Plus I love that romance is not the focus of the show, there’s so much more to life than just romance.

2. Hypocrisy. This exists both in-world and in-fandom. They’ve all done all sorts of horrible things, for various reasons, but only some characters *cough*Octavia*cough* get shit on for it by everyone. I’m sick of it.

My least favourite living characters are Kane, Abby and Bellamy.

My NOTPs are Clexa and Kabby.

5. Is this exclusively a The 100 blog?

Yes! And I’m dearly looking for other The 100-exclusive pro-Octavia blogs to follow.

6. What else should people know?

Umm, I like chocolate? I don’t know. Like, reblog, message me to rant about Octavia, it’s cool. I like in-depth discussions about stuff, especially Octavia. You don’t have to agree with me on all things, but you do need to be able to have a rational conversation.

I am a self-avowed Octavia stan, but that doesn’t mean I agree with or follow her blindly. I just happen to believe she’s right most of the time. I also heavily consider her mental state in just about everything she does, because yes, it matters, and if she were sane, there were some choices she’s made that she wouldn’t have. She’s a beautiful and powerful badass, but she’s also horrifically broken and needs understanding and empathy from the people around her (as a start) so that she can begin to heal. I believe she has severe depression and PTSD, she’s been a death seeker and alternately actively/passively suicidal since season 4, and also has minor cases of DID (dissociative identity disorder) and/or BPD (borderline personality disorder). Among potentially others.

Mental health: It matters. Especially for her, and that’s one of the reasons why I can’t help but empathize with her. Why I want better things for her. Why I want her to be able to live, not just survive.

Tag some blogs... umm... @easilydistractedbyfanfic @pro-octaviablake @apocalyptist ... I’m bad at tagging people. Go for it, if you want to.

[meremennen]

baby talk

*** a bellarke modern au (drabble)  * married bellarke and some #angst ***

Clarke is being an idiot. She knows, she is being an idiot. If anything, talking to Bellamy about this topic should be so easy, considering silent communication has always come naturally to them.

Verbal, not so much.

On the contrary; it took them years not to misunderstand each other “on purpose” and ‘stop being idiots’ as Harper put it.

‘You’re like magnets ... soul magnets. Drawn to each other by this invisible force of mother nature or something. There is nothing you can tell him that would really upset him. And even if it takes a bit of time to understand... You are pretty important to him. He is it for you and you are it for him. He will want to see this through with you.’

She‘s been happily married to Bellamy Blake for almost two years. They have talked about kids and having a kid - maybe a puppy first - eventually. Bellamy is a natural with children and she must admit he looks unfairly attractive (let’s name it: hot) with a little bundle in his arms. When Octavia had her first son, Bellamy happily stepped into the role of the godfather. She never thought baby talk could be attractive, and it’s not like Bellamy was babbling or cooing with baby Sebastian; but the opposite. His entire face lit up, beaming like the goddamn Sun, just holding and watching the baby, his nephew and godson, sleeping or doing mundane things like yawning or flapping his tiny hands.

She was unable to look away.

It wasn’t a conscious or even a heat-of-the-moment decision to want a baby with Bellamy Blake. It kinda crept up on her.

And after Raven got pregnant, with her and Wells’ son, Bellamy and Clarke are half-seriously discussing the possibility of a baby of their own.

They are sitting on the couch, knees brushing against one another, Bellamy aimlessly clicking on random YouTube videos when he brings it up. “I wanna make one of those time-lapse videos.”

“Huh?”

He readjusts the screen to show her. “Here. See? Take a picture of you with your rounding belly every day until the baby is born.”

She honestly doesn’t know how to describe the love she has for this man. He is so warm and caring. He is the best man she knows. He would be a great Dad. She’s just not sure she is ready to be a Mom, yet. The thought scares her.

*

They don’t really talk about it. Not explicitly and not with as many words. But it’s hard to ignore the remarks from Octavia, or Clarke’s parents, in particular mother. (It’s upsetting.)

But, a year after the ‘time-lapse night’ and she feels like - like maybe it is time to revisit the baby thing and try.

She just doesn’t know how to bring it up.

Of course, she could choose the direct, very direct approach and say “I want you to put a baby in me.” (She blushes at the thought.) It’s not wrong, she knows that. He is her husband and they are married, and they have a very satisfying sex life, thank you very much.  And even if they weren’t married, there is no one else on the world (scratch that, the entire universe and beyond) she would rather have or could imagine having a child with.

Then, one night Bellamy comes home from work and at dinner, he casually drops, “My boss asked me when we plan to have a baby.”

She stops chewing.

She is a little upset because it’s not Miss Sidney’s any fucking business. How dare she ask something so private?

She swallows the food, still half-chewed in her mouth and watches her husband, carefully. He is poking at the salad with a fork. Decidedly not looking at her.

And? “What did you say?”

He heaves a sigh.

“Nothing.”

She reaches for her cup and takes a sip of water.

“I don’t know, to be honest. I’m not sure I want to bring a child into this world. ... I’d be too worried about having a daughter and ... I don’t know if I could handle seeing them getting hurt.”

Talk about a punch in the gut.

*

They don’t talk about it.

(But she would be lying to say, she is not a little bit hurt (somewhere illogical, but still) over it. It’s a thought pressing in the back of her mind; and maybe she is overthinking it a lot, but she cannot help feeling worthless.

*

In the end, she breaks.

All it takes is scrolling through her Facebook feed after not having logged in for months. And the next thing she knows is pulling up WhatsApp on her phone. She writes:

I cannot talk about this but also not talk about this so please think about it.

Do you want to ever have kids with me or not?

Because it is stressing me out.  

If it is a no, just let me schedule an appointment with the doctor and then it’s dealt with forever.

He reads her message within the hour and leaves her on read.

She sends, Coward and considers deleting the app.

*

Bellamy comes home late that night. She doesn’t think it is on purpose, particularly because of the unanswered messages - his job is demanding lately. Plus, his boss is away on business, so temporarily, he is the boss. Working later than otherwise is not alarming yet.

She is in the kitchen, just having finished rinsing and putting away the dirty dishes in the dishwasher when the lock to the entrance turns, and she hears his heavy steps thanks to the rubber of the winter shoes.

He gives him a kiss on the cheek in greeting.

“Do I get dinner?”

The plates and silverware are already laid on the table, he has an undisturbed view at them. She could just say something and break her silence. Instead, she nods.

*

At night, she tries to scoot to the edge of the bed. Bellamy narrows his eyes and reaches for her, in an attempt to pull her closer. She doesn’t budge and keeps her distance. They usually sleep tangled together, but with the messages still untouched and lingering like a suffocating shadow between them, her anxiety is wearing her down. And the last thing her stubborn mind remembers is, Bellamy finding the small of her back under the covers, a warm palm a comfortable presence on her skin. And he says, voice so sincere it never seizes to make her feel warmer: “I love you, Clarke.”

She sighs but doesn’t say anything in return.

She loves him too. It’s just not something she can voice right at this moment.

*

The next couple of days are spent in a similar manner. They work, he arrives home after 8 p.m. Once, due to a traffic accident when the trains are delayed. Other times it’s just due to his generally increased workload.

They eat dinner mostly in silence, interrupted only by silly chit chat.

At night, she cuddles her big body pillow, very deliberately not facing him. Regardless, his thumb is rubbing slow circles into her lower back and she lets him. But by morning they end up pressed together, no distance between their bodies. Clarke being the little spoon, Bellamy so close, so very close, practically enveloping her like a blanket, sharing his body heat in full force.

They depart with a small kiss before work. He says he loves her.

*

After the third day, her app is lighting up with a new message:

I’ll try to make it before 8 tonight

We talk? You and I

*

She’s already changed into a pink hoodie and dark blue pants with silver and black stars when she recognizes his footfalls on the stairs.

He is hardly even through the door, still fully clothed in his scarf and heavy coat, when she buries her face into his neck by way of greeting. His skin feels cold from the outside chill of the air.

His hands come up to cup her head with one and pull her closer with the other. She feels his one-day stubble catch in her hair.

“Dinner first?”

She nods. They can do this.

*** *

A/N: All mistakes are mine. 

[headstrongblake]

“💉💉” -didn't we once almost talk about doing a cop-type verse for loutaviva??

SEND THE SYMBOL TO FIND OCTAVIA DRUGGED AND TIED TO A CHAIR AFTER BEING TORTURED AND MISSING  // @myhiraeth

    in the beginning, it’d been easier to keep sight of who she was as a detective— trained, unbreakable, and fearless but as the days and torture drug on, octavia blake began to poke through in glimpses. 

    the first was when she’d awoken with her hands tied in a dark and closed deep freezer ( the panic was too close to memories of childhood ) but quickly she’d been able to switch her focus to figuring out a game plan out of this. she ran through the list of possible suspects— recently released perps, current suspects in open cases within her division…until her entire body froze. charles pike. he’d been a dangerous man with too many followers strictly doing his bidding. gruesome murders and executions spread across the city during her time undercover and octavia had been close. so close to locking pike behind bars when he’d gotten the best of her by shooting a man she’d grown too close with undercover. he escaped but not before octavia had taken out his right hand leading lady. 

   up until three weeks ago, nearly two years later, she hadn’t heard anything new about him—- but that note in her mailbox, watch me watch you appeared too many times in multiple places to be a coincidence. why hadn’t see told louis about the notes?

    the second time, she’d gotten too confident. too sure that she’d have enough time and placed too much trust in her phone being on silent when she’d typed a single SOS to her partner. the whooshing noise alerted her captures of what she’d done and quickly her phone was smashed into pieces before she was strung up by her wrists for hours after that. blood pooled on the cement floor beneath her, running from her nose, mouth, and every cut and slash pike inflicted on her body in the name of Izzy. 

   as time went on, unlike the detective side of her, Octavia was terrified. Unable to see any other way out of this except in her death. With her phone smashed, the apps on her phone wouldn’t alert louis to her location but she prayed to god or any forces out there that he’d find her. that the unit would come just in time to take pike out. 

  her head lulled forwards, a soft moan leaving her lips as a needle was pushed into her skin and a drug that made her feel all kinds of fuzzy took over her body. the corner of her mouth ticked upwards at the hazy feeling, the pain from all her open wounds dissipating just before a hand roughly gripped a patch of her hair and threw her head backwards. wrists pulled against the zip tying her to the chair in a moment of fight. i want you to feel everything detective—we just have to get there first. there’s that fear again. he’s planning to move her. planning to change her location and that’s only going to make everything harder on her unit to find her.

  there were loud shots, bangs, and yelling coming from all directions and in her state, octavia couldn’t pin point where they were coming from and who was behind them. stay away from us! a knife was at her neck, digging in as blurry images stood with guns drawn in front of her. let her go!! put the knife down and we can still walk out of here! octavia blinked, swallowing hard as her gaze finally melded back together. roma, harper, and miller. relief washed over her--- her teams here. they’re going to save her. tears welled up in her eyes but then she felt the sharp blade pressing further into her neck, releasing blood to flow down her neck as nathan stepped forward. i said stay ba---- before pike could finish his sentence a gun shot rang out from behind them and even more blood spattered across her skin. the knife dropped to the ground with a clink and octavia just knew. knew it had been louis the one to end this. 

  instantly, she felt his hands coming to cup at her face as if to force her gaze towards him after he’d come around the chair but the sedative made it too hard to focus. octavia, o, o you’re good, we got you, you just keep breathing for us baby. a knife wedged between her torn skin around her wrists and the zip tie, breaking her free and almost immediately octavia sunk off the chair she’d been tied to for days to bring her weak frame towards her partner. 

[kingbuckley]

This is a long long long fic dump for bellarke fics. They are in no particular order, varying lengths, some aus some not--but there are summaries! so enjoy i guess.

There's A Nap For That

Based on that post: "If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date." Or: The one where Bellamy and Clarke keep taking naps together. You know, platonically. See also: Let Them Rest.

Flowers Fade, But The Internet Lasts Forever 

the one where Clarke finds out the hard way that having two separate Twitter accounts and a hopeless crush on Bellamy Blake don't exactly mix.

And They'll Hang Us In The Louvre

“Well I mean, I can always give you a hand. If you want.” By the time her brain has managed to catch up with what she just said, his eyes have already snapped over to her and she pretends to be engrossed in the salt slowly dissolving around the rim of her margarita. “Really,” he says flat. “What are friends for, am I right?” she says breezily, looking anywhere but at him. 

Chemical, Physical, Kryptonite

four times Bellamy and Clarke try to be friends with benefits, and one time they stop kidding themselves.

the fire is coming

Clarke's jaeger goes down on a Thursday.

one night to push and scream (and then relief)

Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin are FBI agents sent undercover as a married couple to infiltrate the Wallace family organized crime ring. Great plan, except for the part where they hate each other.

and dream how wonderful your life will be

Clarke has known Bellamy Blake for two months when she finds out two completely unexpected things about him: he's married, and he has an eight-year-old son. He's also getting a divorce and he needs a roommate, and she's got a spot. It's complicated.

long day

bellamy + clarke as co-dependent, twenty-something roommates (or, the one in which they’re dating already but don’t know it, and bellamy only realizes he has a heart when it breaks)

neither lost nor found

Bellamy Blake arrives on campus and Clarke's magic suddenly starts going haywire.

Spent a Dollar on This Ring

Clarke has never considered that raising a baby together would come into the equation when she started sleeping with Bellamy Blake, but here they are.

regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all

After an argument with her mother about her unplanned pregnancy, Clarke Griffin ends up back in the small town where her father used to live, spilling her sob story to a sympathetic bartender. And then, somehow, she ends up moving in with the bartender and her brother.

Going Courtin’

Five times people thought Clarke and Bellamy were together, and the one time they said "Screw it" (and it blew up in their faces).

live my life without [coming up for air]

The first time he meets Clarke, it's three in the morning and all he's wearing are his boxer shorts and a bad case of bed head.Series

Or, You Could Always Google It

Someone really should have warned Clarke that the first step to becoming internet famous would involve acquiring a nemesis. (Or, Bellarke as rival YouTubers, basically.)

Maybe the World'll Look Like This Forever

Clarke and Bellamy have been friends since he transferred to Hogwarts for his seventh year. Now he's taking down dark wizards and she's patching him up when he comes home.

magic always does happen

In their third year, Clarke Griffin and Bellamy Blake are found jumping out of the third-floor Charms classroom window with nothing but a Levitation Charm and a whole lot of hope.They are young, and they believe magic can be made without wands.They spend the next six days side-by-side in hospital wing beds, still arguing over whether it’s “levi-O-sa” or “levi-o-SA”.

A Date With Botticelli’s Niece

There's no way Bellamy's going to let his sister go to sit for an artist who posted an ad for a nude model in a coffee shop. Not alone. That's how people get stabbed. It's just not safe.

Once Again

Five times Bellamy and Clarke disagreed with each other (and one time they didn't).

Nightly, Beside the Green, Green Grass

As a kid, Clarke always wanted one of those friends who climbed into her window whenever they wanted to. And when she meets Bellamy, she gets one.

The Nature of My Game

It's some douchey frat boy who gives Clarke the idea for a "Come in for a free flower if your name is..." sign, and she honestly has a lot of fun with it. She's just not expecting anyone to complain that she'll never put his up. That's some weird Rumpelstiltskin shit.

Occam's Razor

As far as Bellamy's concerned, bachelor auctions are creepy, even if they're for a good cause. But it's Octavia's cause, and she's his baby sister, so of course he agrees. He didn't think Clarke was going to be there. And he definitely didn't think she was going to bid on him.

looks on tempests, and is never shaken

four times Bellamy helps Clarke out, and one time Clarke helps him out.

Believe Me, There's a Better Frankenstein For You To Bride

Two weeks before her wedding, Clarke finds out her fiance is cheating on her. Weirdly, it wouldn't be that much of a problem, except that it's her job to give people relationship advice, and screwing up her own relationship this hard could reflect poorly on her. So she figures she can just marry someone else. That works, right?

The Great Outdoors

Bellamy's life doesn't get worse when Octavia realizes the magic phrase to get him to come on social outings is "Clarke's coming," but it definitely gets busier.Still, it's hard to resist. He's maybe a little pathetic.

I'm Way Out of My Depth Again

Bellamy is pretty sure he's going to stop having sex with Clarke at some point. But he's not going to be the first one to bring it up, because maybe if he doesn't, they can just keep going.

Forever and/or Down in Flames

Bellamy needs a place to live, Clarke needs a new roommate. No one thinks it's a good idea for them to move in together, but they're not letting that stop them.

We Came Out on Top

Bellamy, Clarke, and the trivia night rivalries only they care about.

wherever you're going, i'm not far behind

Bellamy and Clarke are both single, and fucking, and it's going to be fine.

It's Something So Surreal

On one level Bellamy doesn't actually have a problem with the fact that he gets a text message from a number he doesn't know with an attached picture of a hot girl in a fancy lingerie set. He just assumes it's some sort of weird sex app trying to lure him in. After all, no one has boobs that fantastic; it's got to be photoshop. On another level, it gets him riled up about the objectification of women and he's probably going to talk Miller's ear off about it later that night. But then he gets another text that just says, yes or no?

Love Doesn't Discriminate (It Takes & It Takes & It Takes)

Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin are soulmates. Too bad neither of them knows it.

I dreamed you a sin (and a lie)

Clarke's in the FBI, Bellamy's the grandson of a mobster, and they've got to work together.

Drops of Gold Like Sparks

Whenever their apartment is too quiet, Clarke and Madi settle into a local coffee shop to catch up on work and homework. Clarke steps outside to answer a call, and Madi asks the most erudite-looking person within shouting distance for help with her history homework.

Forty Yards

Bellamy and Clarke are caught in the crossfire of an Eligius/Wonkru battle, and in the fury of it all, Bellamy refuses to leave Clarke behind.

The Dark Side of the Morning

It isn’t the first time Bellamy has found a sword pressed to his throat, and God knows it probably won’t be the last. At this rate, his neck is going to be one massive scar before the year is up.

See Me In Hindsight

the one where they're project partners and maybe, perhaps, friends. (And maybe, perhaps, more.)

Explain The Infinite

Clarke’s pretty sure you’re supposed to like your soul mate. She really wasn’t expecting Bellamy Blake.

Just as You Are Mine

Clarke seals an alliance with the Broadleaf clan by marrying Bellamy Blake.

But Dear, Don’t Be Afraid Of Love, It’s Only Magic

Apparently all of his classes at Hogwarts are trying to tell Bellamy that he’s in love with Clarke. He needs magic to mind its own business, because he’s known how screwed he is for a while now.

Don't Take No Sorcery

Clarke and Bellamy wouldn't describe themselves and friends, per se, but they have an arrangement. And in a place like Hogwarts, it's only in a clever young witch or wizard's best interest to have an unexpected ally or two.

Maybe the World'll Look Like This Forever

Clarke and Bellamy have been friends since he transferred to Hogwarts for his seventh year. Now he's taking down dark wizards and she's patching him up when he comes home.

he said, she said

If there’s one thing that’s common knowledge amongst the Hogwarts student body, it’s that Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin hate each other.

can't control my feelings, can't control my thoughts

When Jasper accidentally gifts Clarke a love potion, everyone she interacts with starts acting...weird. Everyone, that is, except Bellamy.

where dwell the brave at heart

Usually their fights end in doors slamming. Or furious necking in the common room. But really, there's not much difference between the two.

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

The rivalry between Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin is a thing of legends, but it doesn't exactly stop him from making out with her either.

mapping the curve of your lips and the smell of your skin

She smothers a laugh into her hand just like he knew she would, and he works very hard on schooling his expression into one of annoyance and boredom. But she's there next to him and she's laughing, small sounds slipping out between her fingers, and it's so very hard for him to resist turning to her and laughing with her.

Let's Hope for Some Love

Bellamy's pack is a mess and Clarke is some sort of weird werewolf whisperer.

I wanna raise you to be like her

Bellamy was just trying to take care of his sister - but somewhere along the way he bought a building and started his own orphanage. Now he has a house full of kids, running around, getting into trouble, and wanting good homes. Obviously, Bellamy finds himself loving each one of them like his own life.

our hearts are oceans, our ribs are cages

He lifted himself onto his knees, and suddenly his torso was in between her thighs. Clarke took the opportunity to rest her forehead on his shoulder. The weight of keeping it up was giving her a headache. He tugged at the shoulders of her jacket and peeled it off her limp arms. Then they were at the hem of her shirt, ripped and torn and bloody. He swept it up and she flinched when his knuckles grazed her bare skin."Come on, now," he said softly. "We've gotta get you cleaned up."

Better to Give Than to Receive

Clarke means to give Bellamy a coupon book with chores she'll do for him for his birthday. It's cute, she figures. She actually gives him a coupon book for sexual favors. She goes with it.

One of Our Own

“What do you mean, you found a baby?” Octavia demanded.

Livewire

Clarke Griffin finds 'Atlas' written on her wrist and Bellamy Blake sees flowers bloom on his skin.

Please Don't Get Me Rescued

Bellamy wants to handle his leukemia on his own. Clarke just won't let him. (Happy Ending; No Major Character Death)

now the world is ours to take

in which Clarke and Bellamy realize, that maybe, just maybe, their delinquents are all grown up.

Slow It Down

a one-night stands results in a little surprise.

And I Love This Place, the Enormous Sky

The Skaikru needs an ally, and the Delphi Clan is willing. It might not be their tradition to seal such alliances with a marriage, but Clarke Griffin has always done what her people need. Bellamy can't help admiring that. So he goes with her.

in the silence between worlds (that's where I'll find you)

everyone knows Bellamy and Clarke are in love except for Bellamy and Clarke.

Inconceivable

"Well," Bellamy says dryly, "this whole diplomacy thing sure is going great."