#bellarke fanfic

[bellamyblake]

Why we're here

After Roan stabs Bellamy, he doesn't leave him behind but instead decides to bring him to Polis with Clarke thinking it will help his case with the commander. Bellamy can barely walk though and Clarke tries to support him and help out any way she can even if she has to put her own life on the line. Angst and feelings ensue.

Canon divergence,Hurt/Comfort, Angst;

"Come on, just keep going, he'll let us stop soon." Clarke whispered in his ear as she kept supporting him, feeling his body get heavier in hers, his breath fanning her ear, his fingers digging into her back.

They were walking through the forest, Roan ahead of them, tugging a rope that was wrapped around Bellamy's right hand and Clarke's left, leaving them to support each other with the other two as they struggled to follow him.

"Clarke, I-" he said desperately in a way she had heard him only once before, three months ago when they were standing outside Arkadia and he was begging her to come inside.

She didn't want to look in his eyes but knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself either-when she did, she felt like she was going to drown and pulled them to a stop, digging her feet into the dirt and feeling Roan's rope cut through her wrists as the same happened with Bellamy's left hand that was a lot more lifeless than hers.

This definitely wasn't how she expected their first meeting to go after such a long time-she felt like she caught a glimpse of Kane, Indra and Monty while Roan was dragging her away from the Ice nation army but she had no idea Bellamy would come into the old metro station and try to save her.

That stupid idiot.

Roan had caught up on his heavy steps, he was an amazing shooter and a good hunter, she had been out with him many times while they struggled to feed the kids back on the early days but today he had been loud, reckless, he wasn't checking his surroundings, he was just running to her.

That idiot. That goddamn stupid idiot.

When she saw how easily Roan pushed him down and stabbed him in the leg with such intensity, twisting the knife into his thigh hitting him several times in the face, she felt like she just wanted to throw herself over him, protect him like he had tried to do for her, but she had been tied up and nothing would help.

Then Roan hit her too and for a moment she lost consciousness until she woke up, surely not that long after, maybe half an hour, from him shaking her shoulders and pushing her up. Bellamy was only halfway there but he was sitting as well-he seemed pale, his face was sweaty, his leg was bleeding.

"What's going on?" she had asked him while he tied the ropes around her and his hand.

"We're going to Polis and I'm bringing both of you to the commander. At first I didn't recognize who he was but when I saw how hard you were fighting for him, I knew this must be Belomi from Skaikru, the man who helped you destroy the mountain." Clarke's heart sank in her chest and she wanted to punch herself for being so stupid.

"Lexa will be thrilled when I show her who I got out there-Wanheda and her precious soldier." Bellamy groaned next to her and looked at him from under his angrily furrowed eyebrows.

"Fuck you!" he spat in his feet and that just provoked Roan even more. He smiled and kneeled down, pressing his hand against his wound and digging his finger in it, making him squirm and lean back. Bellamy groaned loudly but held his ground.

"Stop it!" Clarke begged in the same desperate manner as before but Roan ignored her.

"Next time you say something this stupid or disrespect me, this will be my knife." he threatened before taking his hand off and wiping it in his clothes.

Then he pulled them up and made them stand.

"Come on, you'll help him walk." he told Clarke and gestured between their free hands in the middle-so that was why he had tied them up this way, Clarke realized, he was planning on her being his supporter all this time. He could've let them walk separately but she realized now, that they were standing up why he didn't-Bellamy was barely putting any weight on his leg, his pants were soaked, she could see it even through the dark material and he was already breathing heavily and probably running a fever.

"Are you kidding me? He can't walk, not like this. I need to check the wound." Roan smiled as he pulled their ropes again and forced them to make a step. Bellamy limped hard, then swayed and almost fell-if it wasn't for her fast reflexes, he would've fallen and dragged her down with him. But she managed to wrap her arm around his waist and sneak her body under his arm, propping him up.

"No." Roan said simply "If he falls, I'll kill him and keep going with you so make sure that doesn't happen." and off they went.

Now they were struggling to follow him and not just that, Roan tugged them every time they slowed down. Bellamy tried to put up a brave face for her but he really hurt, she could tell, he was limping very hard and leaning more and more on her.

The problem wasn't just pain-she could see he was handling it as well as he could, he had a high treshold, she realized, something she didn't know but which made sense considering it was Bellamy-he took on everything no matter what it was. The problem was the bleeding which was significant. From what she could tell, Roan hadn't nicked an artery wheather on purpose or not but but he had hit close to it and Bellamy was going to get worse soon.

She had to do something. That's why she forced them to a stop. Roan turned around and looked at her uninterested with her shenanigans.

"Come on!" he pulled the rope but Clarke held her ground and jut her chin.

"We need to stop. He's too weak. I have to bandage the wound." she insisted.

"No." Roan said as simply as before and pulled them again. Bellamy stumbled and because she got distracted, she wavered some of her support and he fell on his knees, groaning loudly. She crouched beside him and covered the wound, feeling the stickness of his blood against her palm immideately.

"He'll die if I don't do something." she insisted and Roan walked back to them.

"Then he dies. I told you I don't care. You are the prize, he's just an addition to it."

"But it's better if he's there too, isn't it? I'm sure it'll help you negotiate whatever it is you want from Lexa if you bring her two throphies instead of one." Roan shrugged but there was hesitation, he could tell that.

"She'll probably kill him anyway."

"She won't. She knows he's the reason we made it in that mountain, he's valuable." Roan laughed a little and looked at her with interest.

"To you maybe. Not to the commander." he was close now, really close and she was eyeing the knife strapped to his leg, the same one he used on Bellamy.

She looked up at him in defiance and knew exactly what she had to do, she swayed left, pretending to try and hit him but instead her heads went to the knife, grabbed it and instead of pointing it at his body, she pressed it to her neck and jut her chin.

"You kill him, you kill me!" she said quietly as her eyes bore holes into his.

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[cvldbones]

you were never not mine

Summary:

Everyone they meet assumes that Bellamy and Clarke are dating. And, really - they're not.

There are so many things she does not understand about Clarke at sixteen. It feels like overnight her daughter turned into someone new, someone she didn’t understand, and Abby woke up in this new version of her life without an instruction manual.

So, yes, there are so many days that Abby Griffin feels a bit adrift, when it comes to parenting this new version of Clarke.

Until she meets Bellamy Blake.

Clarke joined the debate team when she started high school, at Abby’s probing; she needed extracurriculars for her college applications, and her daughter’s stubbornness was a weapon she could wield very effectively in a debate setting. Bellamy was an older student, a junior to Clarke’s freshman, and Abby had met his mother a handful of times through her clinic’s doors. So that first year, his name features in her stories just like her other friends, and Abby thinks little of it.

Her daughter’s sophomore year, though, something changes. Clarke is partnered with Bellamy for their debates that year, and the two of them seem to have become the de facto leaders of the small group. He starts showing up around their house, staying for dinners, picking Clarke up on the weekends for non-debate things. When Clarke talks about him, her voice has gone warm, rather than tinged with irritation as it had been.

Abby Griffin may not understand her daughter as well anymore, but she remembers being sixteen, too.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

you don't stop loving someone just 'cause it's over

bellamy x clarke || rated: t || wc: 3.1k

After he and Clarke break up Bellamy isn't doing well. When he gets a call from Raven saying that Clarke needs him he doesn't hesitate, he's out of the door ready to go collect her and make sure everything is okay.

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[standing-bears-dont-run]

Hall of Fame baby

[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.”

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witchcraft au | modern setting | getting together.

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[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?

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Written as part of the Troped Horror Exchange

[briefcrusadetragedy]

LOOKING FOR A BELLARKE FANFIC

Hi, I'm looking for a Bellarke fanfic based on Stardust, the 2007 movie, could you help me find it? Clarke is a shooting star that falls from the sky and Bellamy needs to capture her to marry another girl.

Please 🙏I think it was from AO3

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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!!!

[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.

[cvldbones]

guess it was a lawless land

Summary:

“You’ll come get me, right?” she asks, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but he swears she’s blushing a little bit. “When you find someone good. I want in, too.” He doesn’t even hesitate. “Of course I will.” She clinks her empty beer bottle against his own, and it feels like a vow. So, when he hears about the Marcus Kane campaign, his very first call is to Clarke Griffin.

Bellamy gets into politics because he likes being right.

It’s a perfectly reasonable decision, as far as he’s concerned; he has great opinions, and a lot of them. If he were probed to give another, albeit far more vulnerable answer, he’d say that he got into politics because he wanted to be able to make a difference. It sounds corny even in his own head, though, so he’d probably never admit that aloud, but the point remains.

The world has not been kind to him – his mother didn’t get the proper medical care she needed because she couldn’t afford health insurance, the foster system nearly bankrupted him and almost ruined his relationship with his sister, and the process of not only applying to but also attending college as a first-generation nontraditional student had felt like it might kill him. It would be nice, he thinks, to change some of that. Maybe not all of it, maybe not all at once, but – baby steps.

When he finds that once he’s finished his history degree at GW, he isn’t ready to stop going to school yet, he’s not horribly surprised. He worked so hard to get to this point, and so he lets himself think, for the first time, of what he wants to do with his life, and he decides to embrace the more optimistic part of him. Lets himself latch onto the idea of making real, tangible change.

So, he stays, and he gets his master’s in political science, and he starts interning on campaigns. And the second he’s there, he realizes that this is it. The thing he’s meant to do. His voice is important, in those rooms; they take him seriously, not because he’s someone’s kid or nephew, but because he’s good at this. He keeps being referred up, further and further, and so his first real, full-time gig outside of grad school is on the Jaha campaign.

Even though he starts off in more of the volunteer coordination side, Cartwig – Jaha’s Chief of Staff – realizes he has a natural aptitude for the writing. He starts working with their communications team, mostly on speeches, shadowing the Communications Director, and learning as he goes.

That’s where he meets Clarke Griffin.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

prize

bellamy x clarke || rating: e || wc: 5.1k

Bellamy and Clarke make a bet for who can last the longest for No Nut November.

Or, the one with just so. much. pining.

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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

[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?"

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

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