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Hi everyone, Sam (@burninghoneyatdusk) here.

This is an opportunity for the bellarke community to directly support the Black Lives Matter cause through reading and writing fanfiction. All of this information can be found on the tumblr page, but I’ve included it here too so we can get the word out. 

THE INITIATIVE

For every fanfiction prompt I receive in this ask box, I ask that you donate money to an organization that supports the BLM cause. When I post the fanfiction, I will post confirmation that I matched your donation at another organization.

THE RULES

GENERAL PROMPT RULES

I am open to pretty much any prompt - any trope, any rating, AU or canon-verse. If for some reason the prompt is outside my comfort zone, I will simply ask that you submit another.

I am open to one-shot or multi-chapter fic prompts. If you have a multi-chapter fic prompt in mind, please note that the challenge applies to me posting the first chapter. I will try my best to finish the fic, but the donation obligation is for posting the first chapter.

SUBMISSION PROCESS

Reader submits a prompt for a bellarke fic to the ask box. The more specific the better.  

If submitted anonymously: I will post the prompt publicly, confirming that I will write it. I ask that since it is anonymous, you DM me the confirmation of your donation to your organization of choice that supports the BLM mission (amount of $ and organization). That DM/information will remain confidential. I only ask for the amount of money so that I can match it - I’m not here to judge how much one donates.

If submitted non-anonymously: Please clarify whether you want me to post the ask prompt publicly or not. You can either attach confirmation of your donation to the reblog of the ask if posted publicly, or DM me privately if you’re more comfortable with that. If you provide me with your AO3 username, I will gift you the fic when it is finished.

Once I’m finished, I will post the fic to the AO3 collection and post a link to it as a tumblr post. As part of the tumblr post, I will post a photo for confirmation of my matched donation to an organization that supports the BLM mission.

GET INVOLVED

WRITERS -  I encourage other bellarke (or even just the 100) fic writers to participate with me. I am going to set up a page on the blog that lists writers who want to participate so that readers know who else they can submit prompts to. If you do write something for this initiative, I only ask that you please add the fic to the AO3 collection (link under navigation menu on tumblr page) and tag me in your post so that I can share your fic on this blog. 

ARTISTS - I welcome any artists to create companion art to go with the fics. If that’s something you’re interested in, you can DM me and we’ll figure out a fic for you to create art for. This can also include moodboards for the fics, as I won’t have time to create those for these prompts. Same rules apply - you submit art for the fic with confirmation of a donation and I’ll match that donation as well. I will post your art or moodboard when I post the fic link and tag you in the post.

OTHER NOTES

Keep in mind that I am one person. I promise that the fics will absolutely be written (in order of submission), but I have a full-time job and the fic could take up to a month or more to be posted.

I’m aware I’m incredibly financially privileged to be able to offer this challenge, especially at a time when many are not. If you are not able to financially donate (however small an amount), I will still accept prompts and donate a standard $10 to an organization. If this is the case, I would love to hear of another way that you are able to support the cause - anything from attending protests, supporting protesters, or even having hard but necessary conversations with white friends and family members.

With the above in mind, I am also nothing close to “wealthy”. I’m really not sure what this initiative will grow to be, but I may add a matched donation ceiling later if I can’t financially keep up with it. I will update you all if this becomes the case. 

There is no “close date” for this initiative, as I know it’s important to keep our foot on the gas at all times, not just when the hashtag is trending. That being said, my availability may increase or decrease at different times depending on work, life, etc, but I will try my best to remain consistent. 

I’m very much still learning about the array of organizations that are available to support and am more than open to suggestions on where to donate and any other general information and resources. 

Once I get the ball rolling, I will create a page on the blog that tracks how much money we’ve donated to each organization as a group.

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Please spread the word on this initiative so that we can pull in maximum participation from all parts of the fandom. I do not have Twitter, so it would be especially helpful if anyone who is active on Twitter could share it there too. 

Tagging some mutuals who are creators and/or those who reblogged my initial post:

@the100epic | @wolfheartgirl | @nakey-cats-take-bathsss | @piningbellarke | @iishallbelieve | @changingthefairy-tale | @iwearplaids | @bellarkesurvivestogether | @dayo488 | @obviesbellarke | @elora-lane | @sassmasterblake | @junebugninja | @the1oo | @small-towngirl22 | @katersann | @wankadi-too | @igotbellarkeforthat | @geekyogicheese | @angstybleuskies | @immortalcockroach | @immortalpramheda | @pendragaryen | @choose-wonkru | @nothing-but-sand-and-dust | @jasperjoordan | @bcllamy | @fen-ha-fuck-you | @blakecholls | @cominguproses13x | @tookawrongturnandjustkeptgoing | @kombellarke | @clarke-the-ferrari | @natassakar | @bellamybb | @mobi-on-a-mission | @sometimesrosy | @itsamepigalet | @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 | @hubrisisterminal | @theatre-steph | @useyourtelescope | @river-kom-spacekru | @carrieeve | @eyessharpweaponshot | @clo-heda | @ruggedmurphy | @josielightbourne | @jellamyjake | @nvermindiseeyou | @bookwormforalways | @griffinnblake | @bellarke | @bellamyblakepositivity 

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Bellamy and Octavia grew up in Mount Weather. Bellamy's whole life changes when he's sent on a mission to retrieve a group of teenagers who fell from the sky, and the President orders him into an arranged marriage with Clarke Griffin.

Just posted the first chapter of my Bellarke Bingo fic - In The Hall of the Mountain King: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24592774/chapters/59402530

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Chapter 10: Your Move https://archiveofourown.org/works/16116923/chapters/37649951 “Oh really?” Clarke tried for a teasing tone to break the tension she felt growing in the air around them. She gently kicked Bellamy’s right leg where it hung from the bed. “Been talking about me, Blake?” she joked. Bellamy kept his eyes glued to the board as he answered. “Only when O asks about you,” he muttered gruffly as he moved one of his pawns forward a square. “Pft, he’s obsessed with you. He talks about you all the time,” Octavia declared before she slid her queen across the board. “Check,” she added to Bellamy. Clarke’s mouth dropped open as she waited for Bellamy to snap at Octavia, the way he most certainly would have if anyone else called him out like that. Bellamy rubbed his neck with the back of his hand while he stared at his pieces and Clarke could have sworn she saw him blush slightly. “Clarke, can the queen move this way too?” he asked awkwardly, pointing out a potential route of attack for his queen without looking at her. 

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Clarke bit her bottom lip before answering him. “I was going to say no, and then I looked at your face,” she told him. “You just looked … destroyed. Seeing you like that - it broke my heart. And then I knew I’d do whatever you needed if it made you not look like that anymore.”

Bellamy’s whole face softened as he stared at her for what felt like the longest minute of her life. Then suddenly his arms were wrapped around her, engulfing her in a tight hug. Clarke hugged him back, secretly relishing the fact that he didn’t let go right away.  “Thank you,” he whispered again over her shoulder before pulling back. She nodded at him, afraid to speak.

“You know, she’s going to absolutely love you,” he smiled and shifted his position to put some distance between them. Clarke pulled her legs up underneath her to distract herself from how much she wanted him closer again. Chapter 9 of Region 7:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/16116923/chapters/57366274

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Hi love. Thank you for participating in Bellarke Bingo! Here is your card, enjoy creating some wonderful Bellarke fics. If you have any problems or questions, please contact either myself or Essie :)

Jen x

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“They don’t teach you to read in Section 17?” the words flew out before she could catch herself.

“I can read,” Bellamy frowned at her. “How did you know I’m from 17?”

“A friend told me,” she answered.

“So you’ve been asking around about me?” Bellamy’s smirk returned.

“Stop being ridiculous,” Clarke blushed.

“Can I ask you a question?” he turned slightly toward her and threw his arm up over the back of the sofa, invading her space.

“Sure,” she said cautiously, looking down at the book she was holding and fidgeting with the corner of one of the pages.

“Promise not to get all insulted?” Bellamy suddenly seemed nervous.

“How can I promise that if I don’t know what you’re going to ask?” Clarke tried for a note of humor in her response. My first fanfic! “Region 7″ on Archive of Our Own https://archiveofourown.org/works/16116923/chapters/37649951

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Region 7: A Clarke and Bellamy “Meet on the Ark” Fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16116923/chapters/37649951

When they reached the door to Bellamy’s unit, Clarke’s suspicions were all but confirmed. His hand reached out to scan his arm in front of the lock pad, but froze before it got there. Clarke looked up at him, and he threw his eyes back at her wildly. Bellamy opened his mouth and closed it again, like he couldn’t find the words he was looking for, his arm still suspended in the air a few inches from where it would open the lock. He looked absolutely terrified.

“Bellamy,” she said softly, placing a gentle hand on his bicep to reassure him, “whatever this is, I will do whatever I can to help you. You can trust me.” He held her eyes for a long moment, and then straightened his posture and nodded. He waved his arm to unlock the door, turned the handle, and led her into the dark suite.

Clarke watched while he flipped on the lights and then crossed the small room in three strides without looking at her. Bellamy pulled back the curtain shielding the bottom bunk, and winced when he heard Clarke’s sharp intake of breath.