Bellarke Fics

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[talistheintrovert]

“Sorry I’m late.” He stressed as he sat down across from the doctor. The woman was in a business suit, which wasn’t generally how he expected doctors to dress, but he had no cause to believe otherwise, except that his own doctor didn’t dress that way.

Where was his usual doctor? “Not a problem.” She said, clipped. He had a feeling she didn’t have much of a bedside manner. He was proved right when she followed it up with, “I’m Doctor Anya Gardner, the oncologist here. I was called in to look at your scans, and Doctor Kane agrees with my findings, so now that it’s been conclusively proven, we can work on finding some kind of plan of action.” He froze. “Uh, sorry, just… you’re an oncologist?” The look she gave him was pinched and cross-looking, like he was being scolded by a schoolteacher for not paying attention. “Yes. A cancer doctor.” He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Sorry, there seems to be some kind of mistake, I went in for scans for a sore back, not cancer.”

The 50/50 au that literally not a single soul asked for. 

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[bellarke]

The 100 Season 7 Promo

[bellamybellarke--archive]

Am I Yours?

by grumpybell word count: 1638 chapter: drabble - complete rating: T (fluff) 

Clarke’s never really seen Bellamy “out of it” until he gets his wisdom teeth removed.

OR 

Clarke takes Bellamy to get his wisdom teeth removed and he doesn’t know who she is with the anesthesia- fluff ensues (I never said I was original, okay?)

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Clarke’s never really seen Bellamy “out of it” until he gets his wisdom teeth removed. He doesn’t drink much, which she’s never asked about, but is pretty sure has something to do with his mother, and despite the copious amounts of edibles that are available when you’re friends with Monty and Jasper, she’s never seen him high. That might also have to do with his mother, come to think of it. Bellamy stays away from addictive substances, full stop, and she hopes he’d tell her if he needed to talk about it, but it’s not something she wants to pressure him into discussing. So the first time Clarke ever even glimpses a Bellamy who is not in full control of his mental faculties is post op at the dentist.

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[bellarkefanfictions]

Hi, I’m looking for a fix where Bellamy works in a bar and Clarke is a doctor in a hospital. Bellamy ends up getting shot when he’s picking up his paycheck. He ends up missing because he runs to Clarke’s appartment and Clarke finds him several hours later.

anon: Hi! I’m looking for a fic where the gang is all looking for Bellamy and Clarke gets home to find him bleeding out in her bathroom. He’s rushed to the hospital and she ends up having to move because she can’t stand that memory.

Pour Me Another

thank you to the anon who found this fic!

[bellarkefanfictions]

Im looking for a fic that i think that was on FFN and it was a college au. Basically clarke and octavia were roomates and octavia always goes out at night. Bellamy starts to check on her and stays until O shows up again. Later on he starts coming to the room purposely after clarke left, so he can talk to clarke.

Ark University

thank you to @ohforsure for finding this fic!

[bellarkefanfiction]

#NoClickbait

written by: Josefine / @selflessbellamy

prompt: This is typical but maybe distracting kiss while playing a video game? Person A is competitive, 100% focused on winning and person B starts to plant kisses, all because of the competition, no one is in love here, it’s a cold, calculating strategy. for anonymous 

word count: 2204

Sharing an apartment with a Youtuber has its pros and cons. For instance, her roommate has — on numerous occasions — demanded to film alone in the living room for hours, because “it has much better lighting.” At night, she often hears him groan loud in frustration while editing, which would be funny if she didn’t have to wake up early for class most mornings.

However, the pros outweigh the cons, at least as it is right now. They’ve been living together for almost a year now, and since she told him that she didn’t mind being a part of his videos every once in a while, he has involved her in his creative process. Unlike a lot of YouTube channels, Bellamy Blake’s offers a wide range of different content, such as:

cook with me: grilled chicken breast (with a twist)

vlog: a day at the bookstore + haul

history has left us: queer!Achilles (Pride Month special)

If his subscriber count of 3.2 million is anything to go by, this kind of content is great entertainment for everyone watching. Hell, Clarke even watches his videos despite the fact that she lives with him and could easily just sneak into the living room to watch him film. Still, she attempts to stay away, because Bellamy doesn’t tend to stare over her shoulder as she draws one of her pictures.

Sometimes, though, her thriving curiosity gets the better of her. When he first noticed her piqued interest, his dark eyes crinkled at the corners and he told her, “Princess, if you wanna know what I’m doing then you have to be a part of it.”

At first, Clarke had wondered whether having her show up in his videos was just gonna be a cheap clickbait trick, so that he could include her in the thumbnail and write a title called ‘vlog: Santa Monica with my girlfriend’, but he didn’t.

Instead, he turned the camera on her face as they were walking down the peer and said, “Oh, by the way guys. This is my roommate Clarke. She’s tagging along.”

He had probably expected her to not say anything, maybe give a shy little wave in response, because that’s what usually happens when people are camera shy. Clarke’s actual reaction was so far from that. In teasing, she stuck her tongue out at him and retorted, “Oh please, you’re the one who’s tagging along. I need someone to help me decide which Bath Bomb to get.”

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[kinetic-elaboration]

Maybe We Will

Bellarke

High School AU

4.5k

 Clarke’s cheeks are flushed a light pink, the color of the cotton candy swirl.

 “I know it’s terrible for me,” she says. “But you just can’t go to a carnival and not eat something sweet enough to rot your teeth.”

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[bellarkefanfictions]

Hi. I am looking for a very long fic. Bellamy is the king of the "badlands" and none of the other grounders every go there because of how bad it is. But its not bad. Bellamy changed everything. He trades the sky warriors (who are prisoners after clarke torched the grounders at the dropship) with the Commander. And he gave the sky people the right to live there if clarke married him.Then they start to like each other, but clarke finds out bellamy knew the other sky people landed. Thank you

In My Dreams We Are Always Together

thank you @itsbellarkeworld @broodybellamys @miraculoushipping for finding this fic!

[marauders-groupie]

Darling

At thirty, Bellamy Blake is an accomplished lawyer working at Griffin & Kane. With a high-profile case and an estranged sister to think about, his boss’ college dropout daughter is the least of his worries.

And then she becomes his assistant.

Bellarke AU | Rated T | Written for @bellarkebingo prompts: “Bellamy POV + Protective Bellamy + Modern AU + Almost kiss.”

He can’t reconcile the girl in front of him with New York’s darling.

This girl looks like a washed-out version of her. Her mother’s gaze is more pronounced, the circles under her eyes are darker.

“Clarke is going to be your assistant, Bellamy. She is taking a break from college this year and we both felt like she could learn from you immensely.”

“She means,” Clarke pipes in and the coldness of her voice surprises Bellamy. “I’m your errand girl. Do you take your coffee with sugar or black?”

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[queenofchildren]

Take what you can, give nothing back

aka the Bellarke Pirate AU no one asked for. For maximum pirate-y-ness, pair with this song. 

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While some folks row way up to heaven I’m gonna sing The Pirate’s Gospel I’m gonna sow these feet for dancin’ I’m gonna keep my eyes wide open

Clarke Griffin learned about the cruelty of life at the tender age of 18. After a childhood that was adventurous and perhaps a little unusual, but during which she had been loved unconditionally by her parents and sheltered to the best of their ability, Clarke found out, suddenly and brutally, that life rarely turned out as expected.

After all, she had not expected her father to decide, after years of sailing the world, mapping and exploring and marvelling at its wonders, to plant their family in Southern soil and expect them to take root there when she was barely eighteen, in a colonial trading port that was small enough to be considered provincial, but just big enough to come with the trappings of civilised life that Clarke quickly came to despise; parties and gossip and talk of dowries.

Nor had she expected that, shortly after the move, both her parents would go missing on a routine trip to a neighbouring island, and that she would be left all alone in the world. As the Governor informed her, his inquiries had yielded no family willing to take her in back home in England, but that he and his son would be willing to take her in as their ward, and to treat her like a daughter and a sister until such a time as a suitable husband could be found. Clarke had no doubt that it had not been her desperate situation, but rather her name, rank and fortune that had softened the heart of the island’s governor.

But given her dire circumstances and the fact that she had no way to access her inheritance without a man to do it for her, Clarke saw no choice but to stay with the Wallaces until she could come up with some kind of plan - or find some gullible man who fit the Wallaces’ criteria for a suitable husband while letting her do as she pleased. The deciding factors for determining such suitability were not specified to her, but Clarke had no doubt they would be more heavily determined by Governor Wallace’s wishes than by her own.

For now, she was altogether run aground.

And just when she had found a friend in her unwanted new home, someone to confide in and lean on, Clarke found that the Wallaces cruelty extended much further than she has previously assumed. For it was not just her the Wallaces seemed to want to make a profit off: She caught young Master Wallace speaking to one of the slave traders in the market while looking surreptitiously at her friend Wells. The son of a reputable merchant, Wells had been born free and received a proper education, and due to his knack for numbers, he was often at the house to help the Wallaces balance their books. Given the greedy look in the young Master’s eyes, however, Clarke had begun to fear that one day, her friend would enter the house a free man and leave it in chains - but that, needless to say, would not happen under her watch.

So Clarke devised a way for him to escape the island.

And as if the Good Lord wanted to tell her he approved of her decision, it was on the very day she made this decision that she first heard the rumours of the Persephone: a mysterious pirate ship that had evaded Governor Wallace’s ships for months as it attacked incoming merchant ships - preferably those that carried human cargo. “She’s chasin’ death“, the townspeople whispered about the mysterious ship, “and she’ll get a kiss for her trouble when she finds him.“

But for now, Captain Blake and his Persephone were still sailing, and still terrorising the crews of any ship in these waters.

And they, Clarke decided, were going to be the means to her salvation.

The first thing she did was procure allies: Such as the blacksmith’s apprentice, a spirited woman named Raven whom Wells had long harboured a tender admiration for – a feeling that seemed to be returned, judging by the woman’s face when she told her of Wallace’s plans. Gripping a half-cooled scabbard in one hand and a hammer in the other, she looked like she was about to storm up to the house on the hill and end Cage Wallace right this second.

Instead, Raven paused momentarily in her rhythmic hammering to look at her determinedly.

“I can get a message to Captain Blake, if you can make sure coming here will be worth his time.”

“I will.”

Raven looked at her doubtfully. “And a few pieces of pretty jewelry will not suffice.”

“I’m not going to give him jewelry,” Clarke declared, a little too loud perhaps for the quiet blacksmith’s shop, deserted save for a few dust motes dancing in the drowsy afternoon light. “I’m going to give him Port Arkadia.”

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[hawthornewhisperer]

the rope or the water

For @swishywillow, because I love you.  And because you love fake relationships.  This was fluffier in my head, but I hope you like it anyway.

It always ended this way for pirates, Bellamy supposed.  It was the noose or the ocean, and while all things considered he’d prefer the water, he couldn’t say he was surprised it would be the rope.  Especially after kidnapping the former governor’s daughter and the future wife of a naval captain.

He hadn’t set out to kidnap her, but no one— least of all her betrothed— would believe him.  Her ship was foundered on a reef and all would have been lost if the Rebellion hadn’t come upon them.  Ransom of the captives was only fair as payment for their rescue, and when he discovered that one of their captives was the nearest thing the island had to a princess Bellamy couldn’t deny his crew their just rewards.

Clarke Griffin had been a handful from the start, infuriating and stubborn and prone to disobeying whatever order he issued, even if it was for her own safety.  But the last week before the ambush things had shifted between them, their barbs taking on the flavor of banter instead of disgust, and her scream when Bellamy found himself surrounded by a dozen of the Royal Navy’s best swords sounded genuine.  She’d begged her betrothed to spare his life long enough for a trial but the evidence of his piracy was ironclad.  The trial was a formality and nothing more.

He would hang tomorrow.

He thought back to his last two weeks on the Rebellion and wondered if he would do it differently.  If he’d known that taking Clarke aboard would mean his death, would he still have done it?  Could he have left her to drown instead? No matter how many times he revisited it, he knew the answer was yes.  Her bright blue eyes, her infuriating stubbornness, her quick wit— all of it made it worth it.

Well, almost.

He wished he’d kissed her, just once.  There had been a moment in his quarters as they fought over a map of the island, arguing about the best course for dropping her off without being cornered by the navy, when their eyes locked.  He’d almost done it, but then a cannon boomed in the distance and the battle with the Royal Navy upended all those plans.

The door to the cells rattled but Bellamy didn’t look up.  He’d said his goodbyes to Octavia earlier today and there wasn’t anyone else who would come for him, so he just craned his neck and searched the tiny window for one last glimpse of the moon.  Torchlight flickered against the stone walls and he heard a woman’s voice drawing nearer.  He stood, not believing his own ears, and then Clarke rounded the corner with two guards close behind her.  “–a disgrace to Arkadia and the rule of law,” she scolded.  “Convicting a man of piracy for having his own wife aboard his ship?  Unlock that cell at once.”

A bewildered and nervous guard fit the key into the lock and pulled open the bars.  Clarke flung herself into his arms before Bellamy had a chance to react.  “Just play along,” she hissed, and then she kissed him and just as soon as his body realized it wasn’t a dream, she stopped.  “I explained to the judge about the wedding,” she said, loud enough for the guards to hear.  “He’s agreed to let you go.”

Never one to miss an opportunity, Bellamy banded his arm around Clarke’s waist and pulled her close for another kiss, making sure to enjoy it this time.  She melted against him and then stepped back.  “Let’s go, our carriage is waiting,” she said and swept out of the jail with him hot on her heels.

The carriage started the moment the door closed.  “Clarke, I—”

“We don’t have much time,” she interrupted.  “The Rebellion is waiting for you in the cove on the eastern side of the island.  We have to get you off the island before anyone realizes what’s happened.”

“And what, pray tell, has happened?” he asked.  “Because I think I would remember marrying you.”  He cracked a grin that she echoed, and outside the horse’s hooves clip clopped against the cobblestones.

Clarke waved her hand.  “Kane agreed to sign papers for your release when I told him I’d married you of my own free will.  But he can’t allow piracy to continue on the island, so it was only on the condition you leave and never return.  And if– well, when the Navy finds out, they’ll go after you.  So you have to go tonight.“

Leave and never return.  That would mean never seeing her again, but she had clearly made up her mind, and if this was all he was to have of her, he’d accept that.  He wanted more time— another kiss— but the carriage jerked to a stop and Clarke hopped out.

A small boat was beached in the cove and out in the deeper waters the Rebellion bobbed, its shape comfortingly familiar.  Bellamy turned around, trying to find the words to say goodbye to her, to thank her for what she’d done to save him, and abruptly realized she was already climbing into the boat.  “Come on,” she hissed.  “I said we don’t have much time.”

“You’re coming with me?” he asked, finding his voice.

Clarke flashed him a rakish grin.  “I couldn’t let my husband leave without me, could I?”

[wankadi]

Hey baby, congrats on your milestone! Very proud of you because you deserve all the love this fandom can give. What I love about myself I that I connect to people very well and know people’s boundaries without them having to state them. And the prompt is: Bellamy finds Clarke’s birthday present for himby accident beforehand, so when Clarke gives it to him, he tries to act surprised but she can just tell. (Sorry if this is too random feel free to ignore the prompt lol love you!)

I’m finally having it, Kat! Thank you love!!💕 wow I love this quality of yours (and bold of you to assume I will ignore your prompt!) I took it with a pinch of humor, hope you don’t mind! (Also I threw it into the semi-canonverse, just to feel more natural with it, hope it’s not bad too!!)) ps. Love you a lot!♥️ :

Bellamy kept it cool.

Because he totally didn’t mess up while accidentally finding out about his birthday present Clarke had for him. One day before. From Madi. Not to mention it was his first official birthday in years, since no one besides Octavia really knew about the actual date till this year.

They had years to accommodate in their compound and actually get back to normal. And so, such facts as favorite sports, foods, hobbies and birthdays had to come up in conversations at some point. Especially when he, Clarke and Madi lived all together for a while now.

And so, he kept it cool.

Totally cool.

Sitting on a chair in their kitchen, he was tapping his leg anxiously while also playing with his hands. It was a matter of minutes till Clarke comes back from the medical and sees him through. Sees every false look on his face and knows. He still didn’t want to screw up her surprise, but it wasn’t like Madi tried to keep the secret to herself for more than an hour since Clarke told her. And it obviously wasn’t like Bellamy could lie to anyone ever.

The doors have finally opened and Bellamy’s hand froze in the middle or his hair as he was brushing them off his face. “Hey,” he said a bit anxious.

Clarke smiled at him with her hair tied in a messy, short ponytail, tugged a piece of hair behind her ear and she carefully shut the door. He could already sense her excitement. “Hey,” she answered, with a strange, melodic note in her voice.

Oh no.

“How was it today?” Bellamy asked, hoping she wouldn’t mention his birthday at all, as if it wasn’t even this day. But little did he knew.

She looked up at the ceiling, already aware. Slowly approaching the table, she put her bag on the other chair, placing herself on the one in front of him, on the opposite side of the table. Leaning down on her elbows, she rose her brow up. “You okay?”

He immediately stopped moving his leg, letting the silence fall on them heavily. “Fine,” but when Clarke’s expression hadn’t changed at all, he added with a sigh, “a little stressed, maybe.”

She chuckled, smile growing on her tired face. “Well, I have something that might help,” Clarke said with this strange note again, and when she reached her bag while saying so, he knew. This would definitely do the opposite.

When it all would be over, he might go full-Sheidheda on Madi for putting him in this situation. No doubt, actually.

He took a deep breath as she took out a middle-sized piece of a light wood, carved in an exact shape of an ancient dagger he bragged about a lot. “Happy Birthday, Bellamy.”

Trying not to look like someone who saw it less than twenty four hours ago, Bellamy slowly took it from her warm hands. Thinking of any reaction to that, he widened his eyes a little and turned it around. “It’s amazing, Clarke, thank you.”

Feeling he couldn’t control either his eyes or smile appearing under his nose, he looked up at Clarke, who… was both confused with her brows narrowed and face cheered up more than he’d seen in a while. “Who told you?”

And he surely couldn’t help a sudden burst of a laugher that escaped his mouth. He covered his eyes, rubbing it, yet still shaking from joy and relief at the same time.

“I’m serious!” Clarke yelled, contradicting to her not so hidden laugher. She punched his shoulder to get him talking.

But he only looked back at her, with a wild smile exposing his teeth, and she already knew the answer. Her eyes were still laughing when she opened her mouth in realization. “She didn’t.”

“She sure did,” he repied, trying to exhale the laughter with a long sigh, “but I like it either way, Clarke, no worries.”

With an unsure expression, she pressed her fingers to her temples, raising brows. “Really?”

Bellamy placed his hand on her forearm. “Really.”

They shared a long, peaceful look in the eyes, feeling grateful for one another. Clarke regained the excitement and Bellamy got rid of the stress keeping tight to him all this morning. It was finally cool.

At least it was until Madi entered loudly, but froze, seeing both of them sitting in the kitchen, both focused on her.

Bellamy couldn’t help but glance at Clarke’s furious face. Her eyes were throwing lasers, and so Madi, previously standing still, disappeared once again with a speed of light before Clarke could say a word.

“Hod op, Natblida!” without a look back, she took his brand new dagger and chaised after Madi with a mother-speed.

And Bellamy, laying back in his chair and still giggling at these two women, thought he couldn’t have had a better birthday than it already was.

[argyledpenguin]

this is a day late (it may have gotten a little out of hand, but, yeah, okay, this is why we can’t have nice things, and I shouldn’t be allowed to write “drabbles”), but HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LORE! here’s your arranged marriage (with grounder!Bellamy) turned into smut. I hope you had a good day, and I hope this is what you wanted! :)

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[bellarkefanfiction]

Can you help me find this fic where Octavia is commander of the grounder and Bellamy is her second. It's placed after the raid on mount weather but is an AU and to keep the peace between the sky people and the grounders Clarke has to marry Bellamy. Wells is still alive and Finn is too(ish).

Sure - Crown (wear my love like a)

[chants-de-lune]

The members at the table paused and considered it. Nia chuckled. “What say you, Indra? You have a daughter, and I have a son.” Indra took a deep breath and eyed her coolly.

“My daughter is a priestess, not a princess. Her time is needed in Polis, not Ratoga.” Gaia nodded, looking to her mother with renewed gratitude.

Roan cocked his head. “But the Sky People have a princess, do they not?”

Clarke raised her eyebrows, feeling Bellamy tense beside her.

an angsty fic for @stargirlclarke ~7k (read here)

[bellamyblake]

Clarke coming home to find Bellamy and their little eleven-months-old girl Cassie on the couch, having a full blown conversation as he holds the Iliad in hands and their baby gurgles and waves her hands passionately as if she’s giving a lecture on the importance of Ancient Greece literature.

She stops, leans on the door and observes them with a smile.

“I know! That’s what I’ve been telling your mom, Paris is horrible.”

Cassie waves her hands and yells sportively.

“Right! Oh thank God you’re on my side, baby girl. Thank god! You don’t know how long I’ve waited to have someone on my team in this family!”

“Come again?” Clarke teases and his head snaps at the sound of her voice-the minute he sees her, he beams and all she can think about is how adorably boyish he looks with his black-rimmed glasses on, his curly messy hair that Cassie has surely played with up until recently, and his naked, covered in baby drool chest.

God, she’s lucky.

[star-kovs]

Clarke sits at the Chancellor’s desk, making her list, the weight of the world on her shoulders. She thinks a moment… then writes down another name…

- 4.03 “The Four Horsemen” Script to Screen