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[standing-bears-dont-run]

Hall of Fame baby

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[bellamyblake]

Fine by dusk

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

Words: 15,415

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

Bellarke Christmas exchange, written for @dark-scape

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah? Was there any reason why?"

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

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

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

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

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

"So you're a writer?"

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

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

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

"What's that?"

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

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

#bellarkeedit #bellarke fanfiction #the100edit #bellamyblakeedit #clarkegriffinedit #bellarke fanfic #bellaarke #the100daily #modern au #smut #christmas fic #i know im late but they gave us until the end of january #also this will have a second part #it's mostly...smut #and some pain sadness and less plot #finn is awful what's new #clarke and bellamy are hot af #my writing

[slyth-princess]

We Found Wonderland

(you and I got lost in it)

Ship: Bellarke

Chapters: 6/6 (complete)

Length: 24,153

Arkadia may be the most boring small town in America. At least as far as Bellamy is concerned. Like, do they really need to go that hard for Halloween every year?

So when Raven unleashes a curse turning their kitschy Halloween carnival into something much more sinister, it's up to him and his friends to save the day.

And if that means pairing up with his kid sister's best friend, who he absolutely finds annoying and not cute at all... well, he's sure it will all be fine.

Won't it?

Read more here!

Written as part of the Troped Horror Exchange

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[superficialseer]

HEAT BLISTERS multi-chap | wip | 10k.

Oh. She's taking her clothes off. Right now The flash of pale pink coming into his frame of sight suddenly makes the blood pounding in his ears rise from an entirely different emotional perspective. Bellamy's heart leaps up high and tight in his throat, a frenetic uproar of blood and attention and disbelief seizing his lungs with enough force to constrict any futile semblance of trying to breathe, relegated to little more than simply sitting by as his sister's seventeen-year-old-best-friend-maybe-girlfriend takes her underwear off in his fucking truck in the middle of their conversation after his meltdown "D'ya think having these will help?"

my twitter gift exchange for @queen-of-the-wallflowers15

best friend's brother au | modern | secret summer romance

ao3 link | fic playlist | twitter

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[heartbellamy]

new year, do me

bellarke | rated t | modern au | fluff | new year’s eve & idiots in love

Six years ago, on New Years Eve, Clarke and Bellamy were the only ones of their friends who were single, and suddenly faced with the only ones without someone to kiss at midnight crisis. So, after a few drinks, they made a pact. Or, classic Clarke and Bellamy being idiots about their feelings and taking way too long to get their shit together.

Link in reblog!

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[kizo2703]

It's been two months since Clarke Griffin left Bellamy Blake at the gates of Arkadia, after Mt. Weather. When Bellamy does find her gravely injured from a panther attack, his loyalty to her will be tested in ways he didn't ever imagine.

#bellarke™ #bellarke fanfic #s3 wounded clarke #kguptill

[thehangrybi]

Happy Valentine's Day! I wrote this for @johnmurphysass for the Bellarke Valentine's Exchange 2023. It was a lot of fun and quite a challenge to write, and it turned out much longer than I initially planned. Anywho... Enjoy!

Meet Me at Midnight

Present Day

“Do you think Bellamy will propose tonight?”

Of all the things Clarke expected to come out of Roan Frost’s mouth at 9:17 on a Tuesday morning—before she’s even two sips into her much-needed coffee—that wouldn’t have even cracked her top fifty. She glared over the top of her laptop at her cubical mate. Roan smirked knowingly; he had a knack for pushing her buttons and took a distinct pleasure in doing so. The less caffeine in her system, the more potent the blow.

She took another gulp of her coffee and said, “What if I was planning to ask him?”

Roan shrugged, unbothered. “Okay, were you planning to ask him?”

Clarke frowned. She had kicked the idea around for the last few months but had not formed any concrete plans. A lot of her ideas were time-sensitive. Others were too cheesy, and she immediately discarded them like an ill-formed sketch. So, as of February 14, 2023, she had yet to make a definitive plan to propose to Bellamy Blake.

“I’ll take your silence as a ‘no,’” Roan said, turning back to his computer screen.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she found herself explaining. She wanted to take that next step with Bellamy, truly. “It’s just all my ideas for how I would do it are so cliched or difficult to pull off. I’m totally stumped.”

“Can’t it just be a mature conversation between two disgustingly cute people about their future together?”

Clarke rolled her eyes. “It’s a major milestone. When it does happen, I want it to be special.”

“You’d be getting engaged; that’s inherently special.”

Clarke sighed. Roan was probably right, but she couldn’t shake the desire for some sort of sweeping romantic gesture to mark the occasion.

She glanced back up at her coworker and found him watching her with more sympathy than she was used to receiving from him. He smiled. “I don’t care who does it, but one of you needs to make the leap. Soon. Because if you don’t, I will; Bellamy is way too handsome to remain untethered like this.”

“This coming from the guy who spent all of New Year’s Eve mooning over Raven?” Clarke laughed.

“It is not unheard of to be attracted to multiple people at the same time; I contain multitudes. But speaking of overblown events attended by beautiful people,” Roan said, lounging back in his chair, “are you two still planning to come to my mother’s Valentine’s charity soiree tonight?”

Nia Frost never needed an excuse to gather Polis’s society members under her roof and ply them with the best alcohol money could buy. Most major holidays ended up being ghastly, opulent affairs, stretching long into the night, designed to raise awareness for some cause or other, giving Nia the optics of a benevolent socialite to the rest of the city. The reality was rich people rubbed elbows and cut deals to benefit themselves. Clarke had been to several of these events over the years due to her mother’s and stepfather’s prominence in Polis. Their attendance was largely a combination of a feeling of obligation and the need to mitigate the damage of their less-than-altruistic peers.

Clarke narrowed her eyes. This was the second time someone had brought up the party to her that morning; Bellamy had confirmed with her about it before he rushed off to work. “Will it be totally ridiculous?”

“Positively garish, but it could be fun. Supposedly, there will be a few surprises throughout the night,” Roan shrugged casually.

“Bell seemed eager to go this morning. But I reserve the right to bow out if it’s anything like last time.”

Roan’s grin was strangely mischievous. “Fair enough, but for some reason, I doubt it will be.”

Read the rest on AO3!

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[cominguproses13x]

I’m… rewriting I’ll Find You in the Morning Sun… three years later.

Yes I’m pathetic.

No, the story isn’t changing. Just the writing of the bits I’m not happy with aka the first 50 chapters.

It’s just for my peace of mind and what I feel I owe to the story.

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[frecklesandfanfics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/37159618/chapters/103555494

Clarke turns into the stream of water and lets out a small hurt-animal whimper. Bellamy pulls back the shower door a bit, to peer at her face. “Scratches hurt?”

She huffs a little laugh: “I’m not gonna turn into a wolf or anything, am I?”

“Eh. Folklore, that’s all. Anyway, witches can’t turn into werewolves. You are what you are forever, or at least until you die.” He closes the sliding door, and Clarke can hear him rummaging around the bathroom. “Here, let me…” he opens the door again, making Clarke shiver. “You’re still bleeding a little.” He touches her face gently with a washcloth. “You should wash them out a bit better.”

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[burninghoneyatdusk]

Let Your Heart Beat Here

a bellarke fic

wip | multi-chapter | explicit | 48.4k

modern au | weddings | mutual pining | bed sharing | enemies to friends to lovers | best friend’s brother

It’s wedding season and Clarke, as single as ever, is faced with the prospect of spending an entire summer at the singles’ table. The only person who might be more miserable than her is her best friend’s brother Bellamy, who just got dumped from a three year relationship.

Bellamy and Clarke have never gotten along, but to survive wedding season, they make a deal - double down on weddings by being each others’ plus ones. It’s only a mutually beneficial agreement, a way to avoid the singles’ tables and wingman each other. At least, that’s all it was supposed to be.

CHAPTER 5 POSTED NOW

reposting this incredible fic art by @poppykru because we are finally to the chapter with this scene in it 😉😏

ao3 link & playlist link in reblog

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[standing-bears-dont-run]

Hi, so sorry to just kinda intrude, but I'm kinda at a loss and hoping you might be able to direct me. I use to read a lot of bellarke fic waaaaay back in the day, but I kinda dropped off about s5 (I just couldn't take it anymore). Is there currently a bellarke fic source? Like one you can ask to help you find an old fic? Sorry again, I just looked up bellarke fanfic tag and after scrolling & checking various blogs, well you're active, so I thought I'd give you try. Thanks for your time!

Hello anon! No trouble at all I keep me box open to all! There is no real source to my knowledge. Archive of Our Own is the vault of all bellarke fanfic. You can try perusing the Bellarke Fanfic rec tag. I can link you to some of my favorite writers. What I like to do is check out some writers, check out their bookmarks then those writers booksmarks and so on until I fall down an endless rabbit hole lol

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[bellamyblake]

The world hurts less when I'm by your side

“Want to tell me where you got all this money to pay for this?”

“Got a loan.”

“I assume it was big enough to cover all of those expenses and your medications, right?” Bellamy nods “You got nothing left but your pension, do you? And you don’t get that again till next month.”

“Yes.”

“What will you do now?” Bellamy shrugs “Don’t tell me you plan on going back to that cold house and sleeping in it? How long has it been since you’ve been cut off.”

“Five days or so, but I’ve been sleeping at Clarke's for the past two.” 

“I’m guessing considering she’s not here now, that this won’t be possible at the moment?” he shakes his head and Deucette nods “Okay, then you’ll sleep in our shelter until you can go back home.” Bellamy blushes at that and keeps staring down.

It was exactly what he has been thinking of asking but didn’t really have the guts to. The church had a small shelter with just twenty rooms, providing food and medical help that mostly came from the sisters serving in it and the community.

It wasn’t like the other ones in town probably because it wasn’t as big and it took mostly woman with children or men like Bellamy. He has known of it before because he has ended up there as a kid with his mom before Octavia was born and then a few times after. When he joined the Army, he put aside some money as donation to help the church keep up with it and help others like him and his family. 

“I... “ he swallows hard and is about to say that he can’t do that-the memories of his childhood came flooding right in.

He was just three and a half, crying in his mom’s arms from hunger while she tried to soothe him by rubbing his back. She had been nursing him till he was almost three but then things got worse, his dad died, she lost her job and had no way of taking care of him, so they both ended up in a small room on the second floor huddled in with nothing but a bag of their belongings.

Just like now, the house was cut off from any electricity or water-it was impossible to live in it, so Aurora was forced to come here. It was vague but he remembered the Father stroking his head back then as he cried and whimpered in his mom’s arms. He wouldn’t stop till they gave him some food, warm milk too-he thinks he was sick back then as well, at least he remembers coughing as much and his mom wrapping him in blankets. He recalls that he fell asleep after she fed him and finally felt warm.

Then later when he was older, at about eight or nine with O just a baby, the same thing happened only now he had a much clearer memory of it. He was still as hungry and wanted to cry from it but he forced himself not to-he had his sister to take care of now, his mom to support in this hell. He was quiet, really quiet, in fact he can’t remember the last time he spoke out real words.

He wasn’t sure his mom noticed that he either shook his head or squeezed her hand, she had been too preoccupied worrying about nursing a baby, finding shelter and gettng a new job. It was the same father then who noticed Bellamy wasn’t talking. He had found him reading the children’s version of the Bible in one of the pews, nose buried in the pages when he had sat by his side and rubbed his back soothingly. 

“You okay, son?” he had asked him then and Bellamy nodded but it probably didn’t come out as too convincing. “Did you get the chance to sleep? Eat some?” Bellamy shrugged, again without offering a clear answer. “Must be hard falling with a little baby there, huh?” Bellamy shook his head then. 

The priest had raised an eyebrow then, realizing that something’s not right with the boy but not having a true way of knowing what it was.

“Can you show me what passage you’re reading?” he asked next and Bellamy pointed up at the top of the left page “Ah, Jacob and his brothers, I like this one. Would you read it to me?”

Bellamy shook his head and kept looking down at his Bible. The priest, an elderly but very kind man with ginger hair and beard, reached out and touched his shoulder. Bellamy had jumped at the movement and bit his lip, cradling it away from the man and closer to his stomach.

“Do you hurt, son?” he had asked and Bellamy shook his head but it was clear he was in pain. They all knew the real reason why his mom ended up back here wasn’t only because of the lack of money but because the man she was living with, Octavia’s father, had abused her before he finally took off, so he wouldn’t be caught by the local police.

He had hit Bellamy too. Aurora didn’t always know about it. It was in the rare moments at night when he came into their room and would pester Bellamy and his baby sister, asking him why he can’t keep the baby quiet and tossing him around. His mom was usually at work or passed out in the bedroom. It was up to him to feed O her bottle and keep her safe and quiet.

Sometimes, though, no matter what he did, she still cried. That’s when he appeared. 

Other times Aurora was away again but he was home and he’d ask for a beer. Bellamy would bring it over and try to leave as fast as he could but the guy would start torturing him, kick him around, search his pockets for money all while smoking or sniffling something white from his hand. 

Last time he hurt him was just a few days before he left. Octavia was crying in her crib. She was teething and Bellamy knew she needed medicine to help bring her fever down but they had none, so he wet a cloth and put it in her mouth, trying to soothe her gums or offered his own fingers to chew on. He had come in during one of her raging fits and beat Bellamy up.

He felt worse since then but he had no way of telling his mom. He never would. 

Full chapter can be found HERE!

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[astridandoddsandends]

All that remains by LeSirene (wip).

A while ago I read this fic post Ep 08 - S7 (Anaconda). It was never finished but I still enjoyed it (I have no problem if they are unfinished, I love reading wips 🤗).

I was thinking of rereading it and I remembered that at the time I made these moodboards… So I decided to share them:

Summary:

After the Last War, the remains of the human race take shelter in a new planet, and start building societies from the ashes. Clarke finds herself taking part of Local Council at New Polis, and is busy with all kinds of new and not-so-new tasks. She tells herself she is over all pleased with everything, except for the ghosts that haunt her daily. One night, one of her ghosts comes back, shivering and looking for shelter.

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[superficialseer]

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

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

my @bellarke-eventss gift for @carrieeve

witchcraft au | modern setting | getting together.

ao3 link | fic song | twitter.

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[farfallama362]

Hi Bellarke friends! I’m looking for a fanfic I’ve been thinking about recently. It’s Bellarke, obviously, where Clarke was in an abusive relationship with Finn which I believe culminated in a suicide attempt. Bellamy and Clarke are then paired up for a project in Spanish class and Finn won’t leave Clarke alone, which B notices. The school doesn’t take Clarke’s complaints seriously, although the vice principal tries her best. In the end, Bellamy and Clarke fall in love, and Finn tries to strangle her in the parking lot. Does anyone know the name of this fic? I know it was on AO3 and I think it was restricted to logged in members only.

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[delicatebluebirdruins]

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, John Murphy (The 100), Raven Reyes, Madi (The 100), Abby Griffin, Nathan Miller, Emori (The 100), Russell (The 100), Jackson (The 100), Jordan Jasper Green Additional Tags: Season/Series 06 Speculation, but like.... not really, because they would never, POV Bellamy Blake, POV Clarke Griffin, Slow Burn Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin, Angst, Heavy Angst, just heaps of Angst guys, Hurt/Comfort, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Character Death, The Author Regrets Everything, Mental Instability, Internal Conflict, there's a lot going on, i'm not even sure exactly how to tag this, jekyll and hyde vibes, Canon Divergent Summary:

A few weeks after settling in to the new planet, Clarke seems to be acting strangely. Almost like she's two different people. Bellamy is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Or, another massive angsty s6 canon divergence fic!!!

#bellarke fanfic #bellarke #i really enjoyed this