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rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!
we made it (knew that we would be alright) - buckley siblings, rated G
“Not that I’m not happy to have lunch with you, Mads, but it was kind out of the blue, everything okay?” Buck asked, putting his drink down after taking a sip. They were waiting for their food at this cute little diner that they loved to come to together and Maddie had been nervously fidgeting for ten minutes now. Buck couldn’t take it anymore and had to ask.
send a flare up in the dark (and i'll come find you) - buddie, rated T
“Why are we here, Natalia?” Buck grumbled, looking miserable as he took a big sip of his beer. He picked at the plate of fries that sat on the table between them, shoving one of them in his mouth with a sigh. “We could have just stayed in.”
whatever shall we do - buddie, rated T
Buck was immediately suspicious when Eddie sat down across from him at the table in the loft and gave him a wide smile. “What do you want?”
race to the sun (rest when it's over) - buddie, rated E
Buck knew that he shouldn’t taunt Eddie while they were fucking. Really, he did. But it just got Eddie so riled up when Buck was a brat that he couldn’t help himself.
i could be the one to make you fall (again and again) - bellarke, rated E
Normally, hanging out with the Blake siblings would be a very good night for Clarke. It was her preferred way of spending an evening to be honest. She loved spending time with her best friend and her best friend’s older brother— who also happened to be her crush. Falling for her best friend’s brother was not something Clarke had intended to do and it was times like these that reminded Clarke of just why it was a bad idea.
new sensations, sweet temptations - thiam, rated E
When Liam’s mom Jenna started dating his classmate Theo’s adoptive dad David, Liam hadn’t thought all that much about it. His mom hadn’t really dated since his father had died when he was a baby, so he hadn’t thought this would stick. He had been friendly enough when she had brought David home, even played nice with his son Theo. They didn’t get along all that well at school but there were never any problems. Not in high-school and not when they ended up at the same college. Not until Theo became a more concrete part of his life.
all in - hangster, rated E
If you had told Rooster a week ago that he would be stumbling into his base housing with Hangman, making out against every surface Rooster could push him into, he would have called you a liar. As it was, he still couldn’t quite believe this was happening, even though Hangman’s tongue was currently in his mouth.
in the middle - buddie/natalia, rated E
Eddie jogged up to Buck’s apartment, whistling absentmindedly as he played with his keys. They were planning to go out to a bar tonight for a couple of drinks and then come back to Buck’s for a movie. Eddie would admit that he didn’t really want to go out tonight, would much rather stay in and get all of Buck’s attention on him. But Buck was really excited to try this new bar and Eddie couldn’t say no to him.
help me to help myself - bellarke, rated E
Agreeing to live with Bellamy was not, objectively, one of Clarke’s better ideas. Crushing on her college roommate’s older brother turned best friend? An even worse idea. They had been best friends for years now and the pining was getting a bit ridiculous.
make me crawl, make me beg, make me bleed - hannigram, rated E
Hannibal let out a gasp as he was pressed against the filthy brick wall of the alleyway outside the night club. He could feel the beat of the music pulsing along the wall. The guy he had picked up took his gasp as one of pleasure, grinning in a way that he probably thought was seductive. But to Hannibal, it was sleazy. Ugly. Beneath him. Yet, this is the guy Will had chosen and since it was Will’s birthday, Hannibal had left the choice of mark up to Will.
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#the pattern is that im a chatty bitch#jess.writes#my writing#my fics#buddie#bellarke#thiam#hannigram#hangster#buckley siblings#tag games
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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
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IF WE'RE HERE (FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES) by twosuns | Written for #bellarkegifts2023, prompt of: "PTSD/nightmares/injuries... any of that sweet sweet angst". Bellamy + Clarke + stuck on a planet together. Neither are thrilled.
“You never told me any of that.” He hears coming out of his mouth, looking to Clarke again. Her eyes stay fixed on the fire as she answers: “... you didn't deserve that hanging over you” She says surprisingly soft, maybe without meaning to. After a beat, she adds: with a cold edge to her voice: “But I suppose care less about that now."
#the 100#clarke griffin#bellamy blake#bellarke#bellarke fanfiction#s7!fixit#and by far the most angsty fic so far#they are furious with each other ✨#but also still need the other#very on brand I thought ;)#twosuns#fanfiction#bellarkegifts2023#(*rping bc this was my only fic without a moodboard and it was bugging me lol)#sharing a bed#angry!bellarke#injuries#hurt/comfort#and also just hurt
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you wrote ONE MILLION words of fic about clarke??? i think you legally own the rights to her character now
her and Bellamy, it was a fairly even split, but it definitely skewed clarke 🤣 I wrote over 50 fics about them in just under two years, I was insane
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[fated] happenstance
a Bellarke, Soulmates AU for my 1.5k Follower Celebration | rated: T | oneshot, wc: 10.8k | tags: modern au, soulmarks, bed sharing
Clarke desperately needs to get away. Mainly to finish her series of paintings, but also to nurse the sting of a still aching break up. It’s not easy having a soulmark and dating someone without one, so needless to say it’s an ugly breakup and she just wants to get over it. When Octavia offers her family’s small cabin to her for the week, Clarke immediately jumps on it.
Too bad Octavia forgot to run it by her older brother––who is also hiding out there to get his own work done after a bad breakup.
But maybe fate has a hand in things more than either of them are prepared to accept.
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#bellarke#bellarke fic#bellarke au#the 100#the 100 au#the 100 fic#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#kathryn celebrates 1.5k#my creations#kathryn writes#kathryn writes: the 100#kathryn designs
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Is It a Date?
Clarke exits the library with a huff. Two ten page papers due in the next week. Plus homework from her other classes, and her campus job. How do her friends ever find time to have a social life?
Coffee in hand and heavy bookbag slung onto her shoulders, she crosses the parking lot into a large courtyard. The smell of the lilac trees drift into her nose, making her smile. She has always loved lilacs.
Clarke makes her way to the center of the courtyard where her favorite tree is located. She calls it her study tree because everyday at this time she sits at the base and does her schoolwork. The only time she works at home is if the weather isn’t good or some other special circumstance.
She found it at the beginning of first semester and fell in love immediately. It has a curve in its side that fits her body perfectly. A large, flat root sits high enough to put her notebook on and comfortably write or use her computer. There are even a couple smaller roots that split and then join back together that she uses as a cup holder. Its as if this tree was specifically molded for studying and no one has taken advantage of it. She halfway believes her good grades come from this tree.
As Clarke gets closer, though, she sees a problem. Someone is already sitting at her tree! She feels like the three bears coming home to find Goldilocks sleeping their beds.
She keeps walking so she can see if it’s one of her friends or at least someone she knows, but as she gets closer, she sees it is a guy she has never met. Clarke seriously contemplates asking him what he is doing, but it’s not like she has any actual right to this tree.
Instead, she stops and… watches. He is very attractive. Dark, curly hair, olive skin, sitting back comfortably against the trunk. She could probably watch him for a long time if it wasn’t so creepy. As she is about to turn around and walk away, he lifts his head.
“Can I help you with something?” he asks in deep voice.
Clarke hopes she is still far away enough that he doesn’t notice the blush rising up her neck. “Um, no. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”
“Are you sure?” The strange boy smirks, making his freckles dance and a teasing glint in his gorgeous brown eyes. “You’ve been standing there for a couple minutes.”
“It’s nothing, just that…um…” Clarke doesn’t want to be rude and say it’s her tree, but she has to say something. “I usually study in that spot, but I have an apartment. I can go home today.”
“No way,” he says, gathering his things and standing up. “I can go. I wouldn’t want to impede your education.”
“No, you don’t have to leave! Honestly it’s fine, I was just curious who was here. I’ve never seen you around before.”
“I just transferred here this semester. My name is Bellamy.”
“Clarke.” They shake hands, but, strangely, neither are eager to let go.
“Well, hello Clarke.” Bellamy holds his other arm towards the tree. “It’s all yours. It was nice to meet you.”
Without another word, Bellamy walks away, and Clarke suddenly wishes he would come back. She didn’t intend to kick him out. Then she curses herself for acting like an idiot. She also wishes she was brave enough to ask for his number. He is stunning and very kind. Now who knows how long until she sees him again.
Well, there isn’t much else to do but study. Clarke positions herself into the familiar groove and gets everything she needs from her bag. Although, after a half hour she is still finding it hard to concentrate. Bellamy…
The next day, she exits the library and heads towards her spot once again. She doesn’t even bother denying the hope she feels that Bellamy is sitting there again. This time she will do things right.
Except as Clarke gets closer, she can tell the spot is empty. Her chest deflates just a little. She really thought he would come back. Maybe it was just her that felt a little connection yesterday? Oh well, she messed up a possible romance, what else is new?
When Clarke arrives, though, she notices something sitting on the root she uses as a table. Its a paper plate of chocolate chip cookies. She crouches down to get a better look and sees the note stuck to the plastic wrap. “What the…”
Sorry for taking your study spot yesterday. Hopefully I can make it up to you with dinner?
Is he asking her out? It sure seems like it, but how is she supposed to answer him? He didn’t leave any way of contacting him.
Unless…
Clarke squints her eyes and slowly walks around the large tree. There on the other side is Bellamy leaning against the bark.
“So, is it a date?” he asks, showing off his beautiful smile.
She grins back at him, completely lost in the cheesiness of the situation. This only ever happens in rom-coms. There is no way it’s actually happening to her.
But he is right in front of her, asking to take her on a date by way of cookie platter. How can she refuse?
“It’s a date.” Then she adds with a smirk, “But only after I’m done studying. Can’t let this spot got to waste on such a beautiful day.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” he replies.
Clarke sits down against the trunk and Bellamy situates himself across from her. It seems her grades aren’t the only good thing that has come from this tree.
#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#bellarke#the 100#bellarke fic#how is it i can’t write 200 words for my WIP#but i can spit this out in 1.5 hours when I should be sleeping#well its not good but the idea popped in my head so i just did it#maybe you’ll enjoy
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"I'm leaving," Clarke says one day. She stares through the gaps in the fence to the grass and trees beyond. “For real this time. I can’t stay here, and I can’t come back.”
Bellamy stands like a sentry at her shoulder. “I understand.”
And she knows he does. Maybe that’s why this time, she turns to him and says, “Come with me.”
post-s3 canon divergent bellarke for your soul
#clarke griffin#bellamy blake#bellarke#bellarke fic#the 100#the 100 fic#fic#my fic#my writing#gay fear!!!#this is so long and i spent so much time on the formatting#okay it's not that long#but it's long for me#definitely the longest thing ive written in recent memory#and especially in such a short time#thank you nanowrimo for getting me to finish it honestly#stuff#anyone else think these two should kiss? lmao
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A Twisted Reality Part 2 Anyone?👀
Here's is a new video for A Twisted Reality (Part 2)! The ending to chapter 66 in part 1 is very... Open so to speak and it will leave you all with many, many, questions, so I had to start a part 2. It will not be as long as pt 1 tho! (I think Idk yet bc it's still early on) it I don't plan on it being more than 10 chapters.
And above all Bellarke is Endgame!
(I do NOT own any of the images or sounds in this video)
#modern au#the 100#bellarke#bellarke au#my fic#angst#clarke griffin#bellamy blake#bellamy x clarke#Roan#a twisted reality#A Twisted Reality part 2
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What happened to your bellarke fics on ao3? :((
Hi! They're all still there, but they're marked as private, meaning you need to log into an ao3 account to read them.
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beg me, peg me
bellamy x clarke || rating: explicit || words: 3.6k
“What’s all this?” Bellamy asked, locking the door behind him and kicking off his shoes. Exhaustion and stress were evident in his posture and Clarke winced in sympathy.
“This,” She spread out her hands. “is our home for the next three days.”
“Well, this actually is our home,” Bellamy said through a smile.
Clarke huffed playfully. “Okay well, for the next three days we’re not leaving. No cellphones, no work talk, no leaving the apartment of comfort until you are at least fifty-three percent less stressed.”
“Why fifty-three percent?”
“Don’t question my methods, Bellamy!”
Or, the one where Bellamy is beyond stressed at work and Clarke is concerned, so she pegs him.
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#jess does kinktober#jess.writes#jess.fics#my writing#bellarke#bellamy x clarke#bellarke fic#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#the 100#modern au#and they were roommates<3#kinktober#kinktober 2023
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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!
#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke#bellarkeedit#the100edit#bellamyblakeedit#clarkegriffinedit#bellarke fanfic#modern au#veteran!bellamy#nurse!clarke#and their quiet sad adventures#i know this fic isn't loved as little steps is but i love writing it#it's so close to my heart#my writing
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Fanfiction is truly an addiction I can’t quit.
#fanfiction#it’s a problem#the amount I read in a day is scary#I’m still doing real life shit but still#Steve Harrington x reader#that’s my vice right now#plus I just got back into bellarke fanfic#I forgot how amazing the fics were
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#wildfire
by thelittlefanpire
The 100 | Bellarke | Modern AU | Secret Relationship | Kid Fic
A fire is made up of more than just the spark. Can Clarke put out the flames before it’s too late? She never meant to hurt anyone, but she should have known everything burns up in a wildfire.
[a series of unfinished fics—35/50]
#the 100#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke#bellamy x clarke#thelittlefanpirefics#my moodboards#tlfcreates100#tlfufs#modern au#secret relationship#kid fic#Wellarke#Bellina#this whole idea is wild
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need you like water in my lungs: a bellarke fic
summary:
Years after Clarke left Bellamy heartbroken, they reunite in the worst of ways. They're a ship out to sea in a brewing storm, and while they both know this only ends in disaster, there's no way in hell either one of them is going to stop it.
(CHAPTER 1/10) (PLAYLIST)
*Note: This is a re-uploaded fic from my old account*
#bellarke#bellarke fic#t100#t100 fic#bellarke fanfiction#***mine#m: fic#m: need you like water in my lungs
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Dead Before the Day is Done
a Bellarke, Corpse Bride AU written for @troped-fanfic-challenge | rated: T | oneshot, wc: 7.4k | tags: resurrection, lost love, revenge
Clarke Griffin came back to life shrieking and choking on acrid-tasting dirt that was lodged in her throat.
––and with that, a night of revenge begins.
Mysterious deaths and arranged marriages cloak the village of Arkadia, but Wells Jaha won’t let it continue if he has anything to say about it. So with the help of Bellamy Blake, he brings his best friend back to life under a full moon. No one knew what happened to Clarke on her wedding night that led to her death, but now she’s hell-bent on making sure everyone knows exactly what happened to her. And stopping the person that put her in her grave.
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1st Place: Best Overall, Best Use of Chosen Theme, Best Use of Chosen Tropes
2nd Place (tie): Best Scary Story
#bellarke#bellarke au#the 100#the 100 fic#the 100 au#bellarkedit#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#kathryn writes#kathryn writes: the 100#kathryn designs#kathryn does au#my creations
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Here is a master list of the fics I am most proud of and hope people enjoyed.
May I Have This Dance - The people of Sanctum throw a ball welcoming everyone from Earth. Bellamy is concerned about dancing with Echo, so he asks Clarke for help. What could go wrong?
Picture Perfect - A cheesy, super short, college AU one shot. Clarke is doing some photography for an assignment and is surprised by a shirtless Bellamy.
Daddy’s Little Star - The father’s day fic that I reblog every year because I either forget about the day or don’t have time to write a new one. Bellamy gets worried about Clarke being home sick but comes home to the best surprise he could ever ask for.
Because of You - Bellamy discovers a beautiful blonde move into the apartment across the hall from his. He immediately knows that he wants to get to know her more. But, as friendly as she is, she doesn’t share much and acts different. The, when an ex-boyfriend, he starts to piece together the situation in front of him, and he will do anything he can to keep Clarke safe.
Once Again, Clarke Forgives Everyone (and everyone forgives her) - This one is pretty simple. After everything they all have been through, some well deserved apologies are shared once Josephine was killed from Clarke’s head.
Be Still And Know (That I’m With You) - This is one of my favorites. Clarke tries to move on with life after the defeat of the Primes, but no one seems to want her around. She does what she believes is best for everyone around her. (Trigger warning: this fic involves suicide. It is in the tags as well, but I just wanted to make it very clear.)
Winter Is Coming - The shortest fic I have written so far. Season 1 AU where Clarke is worried about winter and has an all day/night meeting about it with Bellamy.
Crazy on You - Another one of my favorites. Bellamy starts dating Echo to try and get past the fact that Clarke will never feel the way about him that he feels for her. When Echo starts acting weird, he doesn’t think much about it, but eventually it goes too far and him and his friends, including Clarke, need to figure out how to get rid of her.
In My Footsteps - Another season 1 AU where Bellamy and Clarke are idiots in love but they won’t admit it. Bellamy is always getting hurt, forcing Clarke to patch him up all the time. So Clarke decides to go with the hunting party to keep an eye on him.
May We Meet Again (A Season 7 fix-it) - So I had so much hope for this fic. It’s only halfway done, but I think after a while, especially right after the show ended, it felt like I was beating a dead horse. Maybe I could be persuaded to finish. I still have my outline. It starts right after the season 5 finale, and so far its been about getting Bellamy back, the way the show should have happened.
Getting You Home - After they defeated ALIE, Clarke realized she didnt have a proper place to call her own in Arkadia. She insisted she was fine with making a little tent outside to not bother anyone else, but Bellamy wasn’t having it. He helps her find her own room, but they soon discover that sharing one is what they both really want.
Our Life is My Dream - This one isn’t that old. Modern AU where Clarke and Bellamy have lived an entire lifetime together. They got to raise their kids, meet grandkids, and even a couple great granchildren. Now, with Clarke on her death bed, Bellamy shares a memory with their wonderful family.
Love Beyond the Lies - This fic also isn’t done, but it is MUCH closer than my other wip. Clarke lost her dad right before college. Now she is about to graduate and take over her dad’s part of the family business. She meets Bellamy, a sexy but somehow familiar man that rocks her world. As time goes on, tragedy strikes, and Clarke learns the truth about what really happened that night.
I was going to reblog each fic post, but this seemed a lot easier. This isn’t all of them, but they are the ones I like best and feel like putting out there again. Thank you to anyone who reads and especially to anyone who comments! I wouldn’t have kept writing if it weren’t for you guys.
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