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@craniumhurricane replied to your post “what are some of your fav fics?”
WONDERBAT YOU SAY!??!?
OH I SEE YOU’RE AN INTELLECTUAL AS WELL.... i shouldn’t be surprised
but yes if you look at my fanfiction.net account i have so many wonderbat fics favourited omg. they were one of my first OTPs
Oooooo! First date, awkward encounter, and accidental kid acquisition
Thank you so much, babe! <3 I hope you’ll like it!
Code Cerberus
When Cerberus escapes the Underworld, Bellamy has to find him before he can terrorize the Earth.
He sets off in search, only to find out that Cerberus was tamed by Madi, a little girl living in the suburbs. She and her mom, Clarke, aren’t going to part from the three-headed hound easily.
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Aragorn opening the doors of Helms Deep like a BAMF or Aragorn drawing Anduril for the first time like a BAMF?
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Bellarke prompt: new year, new me
+ anonymous said: “best friends to lovers prompt”
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Bellamy was used to coming back to the apartment that he shared with Clarke and finding some of their friends hanging out there. Usually it was Raven or Wells, occasionally Monty, and on the rare day when Clarke was in A Mood, it was Murphy. That was just…Clarke. Having people around comforted her, and as her best friend, he understood that, just like she understood he might only wave hello and then retreat into his room, because he sometimes found their friends exhausting.
What Bellamy was not used to, however, was coming back to the apartment to find Raven and Harper hanging out and whistling at Clarke who stood in the middle of the living room...undressed.
Well, not entirely undressed, he realized as he stood frozen in the doorway, keys dangling from his hand.
Jeans, she was wearing jeans, he noticed, that sat low on her hips. No shirt, just a bra that seemed to be made entirely of very very sheer black lace.
Having lived together for several years, he had certainly seen Clarke in various states of undress, but never quite like this. He also had had many types of reactions to seeing Clarke in such various states of undress, but never has the desire to spill his guts and tell her that he’s in love with her been quite like this, either.
He has loved her for a while. He might have always loved her. Her laugh, her stubbornness, her ability to never not get paint on her clothes, her unstoppable desire to do protect her loved ones–and now this view–make him constantly ache with the weight of that unspoken truth.
Bellamy swallowed tightly as she swiveled from side to side, giving her friends a good look. Him too, he thought dazedly. He was getting a pretty good look too.
“Oh. Hey.”
At the sound of her voice, his gaze snapped up to meet her eyes. His cheeks turned red as she looked at him in amusement. She casually tousled her hair, then asked, “What do you think?”
“Um.” He cleared his throat. “Looks good.”
“Told you it was fine,” Harper laughed.
Clarke rolled her eyes and reached for a shirt. Belatedly, Bellamy averted his gaze, muttering, “Sorry, sorry.”
“You’ve seen me in a bathing suit, Bellamy,” Clarke said. “Basically the same.”
Bellamy stifled the strangled noise that threatened to leave his throat, instead nodding, because that seemed like a reasonable thing to do. After a beat, he glanced over quickly. The coast was clear. She was fully clothed and grinning as she plopped down on the couch next to Raven.
“Got off my shift early, so I went to the mall,” she explained as Raven turned on the television.
He managed to hum in acknowledgement as he focused on not falling over while taking off his shoes.
She continued, “I know it’s cliché, but since New Years I’ve been thinking about reactivating my Tinder–”
“Finally,” Raven interrupted as Harper cheered in approval. Bellamy just turned and headed for his room, trying to keep the slight panic from his face.
“–and figured I’d start getting my head in the game with a wardrobe shake up. New year, new me, I guess.” Clarke laughed, and Bellamy couldn’t do anything but nod and clench his fist tighter around the strap of his messenger bag.
“Good plan,” he managed to say, forcing a smile while avoiding looking her way. “You’ll knock ‘em dead.”
Bellamy swiftly walked into his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Then he leaned back against it with his eyes closed, breathed deeply, and, very quietly, said, “Fuck.”
Two weeks later, Bellamy walked slowly back into his moonlit bedroom after getting some water and found Clarke sitting up in his bed. She had been asleep when he’d left, but now she was facing the door, swathed in his sheets and glaring at him accusatorially. Her black lace bra was dangling from her fingertips.
“I thought you liked this,” she said archly.
“I do,” he said with a hint of a smile. He walked to the edge of the bed, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face. “I like it very much.”
“You ripped it,” she deadpanned.
“I was in a hurry, and as much as I do like it on you, I like it off of you a lot better.”
As he was expecting, the bra hit him square in the face.
“This was expensive, dumbass!”
“I’ll replace it,” he promised with a laugh.
“You’d better,” Clarke muttered, gently snapping the waistband of his boxers. “Otherwise I might have to rethink this whole dating you thing.”
“I’ll buy you a dozen,” he murmured, tipping her face up as he leaned down. “As long as I get to see you in every single one.”
“Though just the one was enough, apparently,” she replied with a knowing grin.
He raised his eyebrows, and she raised hers back.
“What?”
He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her criss-crossed legs. “One was enough, huh?”
“If I’d left it up to you alone, we wouldn’t be here now, would we?”
Considering her comment, Bellamy slowly realized that the moment in the living room a few weeks ago hadn’t been random. Rather, it had been quite purposeful, judging by her currently very smug smile.
He dropped his head and let out a huffing laugh. “A little elaborate, don’t you think?”
“Maybe, but it worked, didn’t it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, it definitely worked.”
Then he kissed her, firmly, deeply. As Clarke kissed him hungrily back and pulled him down onto the bed, Bellamy smiled, because he was in love with his best friend, and by some miracle, she was in love with him too.
a/n: just filling out old prompts, not taking any more at the moment!
Fighting for Love
For @craniumhurricane, from your valentine.
Summary: bellamy and Clarke are neighbors and best friends. Clarke works at the local hospital, and Bellamy visits often – because he keeps getting in fights over the gym he runs. When Clarke gets attacked, she coerces Bellamy into teaching her how to fight – and they both can’t deny that their friendship might just be something more.
Tags: Modern AU, Clarke as healer, Clarke as artist, fluff, angst, Clarke gets mugged
Word Count: 5998
A/N: Hope you love it! Sorry it’s so long, but the story just kept coming! Let me know what you think. Happy Valentine’s Day! <3
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Again?!” Clarke says as she makes her rounds through the ER.
“Listen, the guy was asking for it,” Bellamy replies, holding an ice pack to his head and sitting on one of the ER cots.
“He might have been asking for it, but it looks like you were the one who got it,” she says, examining him. He has a couple cuts along his forearms, and a decent-sized incision on his abdomen – blood seeps down his shirt. That one will probably need stitches.
“Seriously, Blake, a knife fight?” She lifts his blue shirt further to examine the cut. Yep, it’s bad. She places her fingers near the wound to see if it’s still bleeding and to get an estimate of how deep it is. At her touch, Bellamy hisses.
“I didn’t know he was going to pull a switch. I was just looking out for one of the boys,” Bellamy says. Clarke drops his shirt and meets his eyes. She finds guilt and worry etched in his expression.
“Is everyone okay?” Clarke asks, ignoring her rounds and the other residents asking for help.
“Yeah. Jasper is a bit roughed up, but he’s fine. When I found them fighting, I stepped in, but the guys kept coming and then somebody had a knife. It’s fine,” Bellamy finishes, pulling his shirt all the way down and setting the ice pack in his lap.
“I guess that’s what you get for running a boxing gym,” Clarke says, raising an eyebrow.
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Glad I'm not the only one who feels this way! @mediumsizedfountain I would 1000% rather Kara/Lena than what we have right now. And @evilislikeevildoes I would also 1000% take Kara being single over her being with anyone. And agreed, I love Kara and Alex's relationship!
20. would you rather be in Middle Earth, Narnia, Hogwarts, or somewhere else?
Hogwarts!! I’m a Harry Potter kid by heart, tbh, and I’d pay good money just to hang out in the castle and idk, eat pumpkin pasties or something.
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