[Title TBD]
Rating: Explicit
Category: F/M
Tags/Tropes: Friends to lovers, childhood friends, he falls first, mutual pining, protective MMC, forced proximity, hidden identity, second chance at love, modern setting, underground boxing AU
Words: 33,215 [target 75,000]
Chapters: 12/42
Summary: Mackenzie "Mac" Keller toils under the thumb of a merciless criminal syndicate, working to pay off a debt that was never hers to begin with. Trapped in a world of illicit bets and clandestine fights, she hides her haunted past behind a facade of indifference with only one goal: survival. But when Trevor, Mac's high school best friend and the man who walked out of her life ten years ago, resurfaces unexpectedly, Mac's carefully constructed defences begin to crumble. Trevor, harbouring secrets of his own, threatens to unravel the fragile balance Mac has fought so hard to maintain. As they confront their shared history, the shadows that linger between them, and the dangers of their present reality, Mac must either confront her deepest fears and desires or watch the one man she never dared to love slip away again.
Trigger Warnings: Smut, language, gambling/betting, physical violence and use of weapons, drug and alcohol use/addiction, mentions of human trafficking/kidnapping (non-MC), forced sex work/prostitution, SA (main character, no graphic descriptions; it is known/understood that this happens but is not described), may develop to include minor character death
Tagging some former fic-writer friends and mutuals in case you're still around to see this and reblog ❤️
Summary: When Clarke and Bellamy find themselves in an uncomfortable situation, they find out they have very different methods of dealing with it.
"It was time to tackle the issue before it got out of hand. It was time to face what happened, or else he would never hear of Clarke Griffin again, and he just couldn't allow that."
Tags: Modern AU, College AU
Word Count: 3330
What was it that drove people to do stupid things? Bellamy pondered the question for the thousandth time that week as he lay in bed, listening to the utter silence in the flat. So far, he had come up with reasons ranging from "wanting something", to "needing something", to "not being aware that said something was a stupid thing to do". He had also found the circumstances in which the stupid thing happened to be quite relevant and influential, at least, in his own experience. Circumstance had made him do a stupid thing, and with that factor well established within his mental scheme on that night, Bellamy only needed to figure out one more thing: the why. Because whatever the circumstances, he wouldn't have done what he did with just anybody, which brought him back to his original question: what was it that drove people to do stupid things?
It had been a week since the stupid thing happened and, coincidentally, since the last time he'd seen or heard of Clarke. Perhaps those two events were completely unrelated and Bellamy had been needlessly thinking too much about it. Or perhaps -and this one was the option which didn't feel like a blatant lie to himself- the first thing had triggered the second, and Clarke was avoiding him. But that was ridiculous, right? It had only been a week. Maybe she was just busy with everything else. Perhaps she hadn't even noticed the lack of communication. It wasn't so rare, it happened. (Even in the best families).
Bellamy could've brushed it off and think nothing of it, if not for the fact that they were best friends. If not for the fact that they lived together. No, he couldn't just ignore it, and one week had been enough. Bellamy was done hiding from the inevitable conclusion he'd been trying to unsee all week: that Clarke was actually avoiding him.
So I'm thinking of either doing drunk asks or finally coming through on a live video stream Q&A sesh/hangout tonight that I promised for my last milestone. What do y'all thing?
Clarke and Bellamy have a romantic getaway, and take advantage of the scenery.
“We’re a package deal, you might say. I like to share, and she likes… attention.”
Phone a Friend 7,149 words
Clarke does not ask Bellamy for tips on having a threesome because she’s hoping to have a threesome with him. He’s just the only person she knows personally who has actually had a threesome, so he seems like her best resource.
And when the opportunity to have a threesome with him presents itself, it’s not like she’s going to just say no.
Just Another Graceless Night 8,785 words
Clarke Griffin is the newest member of the Alternative Rock band, The Delinquents , but in the band they have one (1) rule:
“Everyone hates Bellamy Blake.”
Of course, Clarke didn’t know this when she slept with him… That complicates things a bit.
stumbling upon cosmos 4,427 words
clarke and bell meet at a masquerade party
“They’re at a function for the police department, and Clarke can’t help but think she probably has one of Ark’s finest kissing up her thighs, even though she doesn’t recognize him, mask or not.”
or, the one where clarke is octavia’s co-worker and a blake family bbq gets a little awkward
Check Me Out 2,858 words
Clarke didn’t think she had a particular thing for hot librarians or anything. But she’s got a thing for Bellamy, who’s definitely hot and definitely a librarian, so she can’t really deny it.
Sugar, Let Me Be Your Passenger 39,395 words.
**I can’t even put into words how much I adore this fic!**
“Don’t you think there should be some cosmic rule,” Clarke says, leaning back against the counter as well and contemplating her glass. “That when you suffer through a bad date, the world owes you a blow job?”
Bellamy chokes on his wine, and Clarke helpfully pats him on the back as he splutters. “Jesus, Clarke. Warn a guy.”
“What? I’m trying to commiserate with you,” Clarke laughs. “Wouldn’t that be the ultimate?”
“Well, sure,” Bellamy says, a little flustered. “Cosmically owed orgasms sound like a pretty good deal to me. There’s just the small catch that most bad dates don’t lead to sex.”
a piece of ice held fast in the fist 9,108 words
Clarke’s graduating in two months, so she’s not looking for a relationship. Not that she was looking for a relationship before, but now she’s really not looking.
But, honestly. Bellamy’s just so hot.
In Her Web She Still Delights 142,480 words
When the Jahas and Griffins take a summer trip to London for a medical conference, they leave Clarke home alone in L.A. Senior year is approaching, and she needs to get her grades in history up if she will have any chance of getting into one of the Ivies. Being separated from her boyfriend Wells is the absolute worst. Well, no. Maybe her condescending tutor who both scares and excites her wins that award.
The one where Bellamy Blake is Jake Griffin’s teaching assistant in world history at UCLA and finds himself maddeningly drawn to his boss’ daughter.
Challenge Accepted 30,801 words
**I adore this fic and its author more than you can ever imagine!**
He doesn’t even like Clarke Griffin, he’s pretty sure he hates how easy everything has come to her. So imagine his surprise when he finds himself at their office party looking through dick pics on her phone.
“You can do better, Princess. In fact, I can do better.”
As soon as she turns to him with raised eyebrows and an open mouthed grin he knows he’s said too much but she’s not going to let it drop.
“Oh really, you think you can do better, Blake?”
And he’s never backed down from a challenge in his life.
Write What You Know 13,929 words
Bellamy understands every individual choice that got him to this point. He started writing erotica to make some extra money, he didn’t correct the assumption that he was a woman, made up some facts about his new persona, and now his publisher wants him to start making public appearances, so he needs someone to be that persona. And Clarke really is the logical choice.
It all makes sense to him, when he thinks about it, but he will admit it is incredibly weird. Luckily, Clarke’s still got his back.
Now I’m Addicted 9,951 words
Clarke loves her boyfriend, honestly. She just can’t seem to stop cheating on him with Bellamy Blake.
And They’ll Hang Us In The Louvre 5,129 words
“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.
or, Clarke is only doing this to help him. Really.
lights, camera, action 6,035 words
The barista won’t stop staring at Clarke.-Clarke’s a camgirl to pay for college, and Bellamy’s a loyal viewer. They meet, they date, they fuck.
