#bellarke on the ark

[peggysousfan]

Bellarke on the Ark- The Unexpected

On the Ark there are laws that must be followed to the letter, if not they will face the ultimate punishment- Death. Everyone must ration accordingly, work as scheduled, and bare no more than one child. That is to say once they are married. But for those that are expecting our of wedlock? Will find themselves on the other side of the Ark’s airlock. The father will float first, the mother second once the child is born. No exceptions. Especially to those with relations outside of their own stations.

What will Clarke Griffin, the daughter of Chief of Engineering and Lead Surgeon on the Ark, do when she realizes her implant has failed and she and her boyfriend from Factory have an unexpected surprise on the way? 

Will Clarke’s Alpha Station family, and members of the Ark’s council, be able to save her life? Will they be able to save the life of their grandchild and it’s father? Or will Clarke and Bellamy pay the ultimate price?

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This was inspired purely from a photo of Bellamy from season 1 on the Ark. And once I found a photo of Clarke the story plot came to mind. It’s like the book from when Glass was pregnant and was imprisoned. So kind of like a book/ TV show mashup but with bellarke? 

There is also a color version added below! And if anyone wants to write this idea, feel free to do so! All I ask is that you tag me so I can read your beautiful work!

[bellamyblake]

Part 44 of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth,��@blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I’m sorry for taking so long to update!)

(moodboard by @star-sky-earth​​​​):

The next few weeks pass pretty much like that-Bellamy goes to work early in the morning and when he comes back, he picks Clarke up and they both do arounds for the people in Factory or Farm or even Arrow who had contacted Harper and asked for medical help. Then they'd come back home a little after curfew and have dinner together with a half-asleep Gus who always insisted on waiting for them and a very worried Aurora who kept eyeing her son with angry looks whenever he so much as coughed.

Word quickly spread that the former doctor who ran medbay in Factory for a while, the Alpha princess who saved lives, continued doing so and that in turn scared Bellamy because he knew that the more everyone discussed Clarke and her services, the more exposed she was to being possiby caught by the guards and locked up.

But as much as he feared everything, he knew that there was no stopping his princess. She was helping so many-patching up frostbites, saving kid’s lives as well as adults, stitching work wounds or trying to ease the pain of those most unfortunate-people like him who had chronic conditions or those who suffered from incurable diseases and were simply slowly dying out without any medical help whatsoever.

In the short amount of time in which Clarke began helping the people of Factory and Farm, she quickly gained popularity, even more so than before when medbay was opened for everyone to visit her. Some have heard of her before but most of them hadn’t and despite them being a little reluctant to trust her or even ask for help, the moment she stepped in someone’s home, greeted them and took onto fixing the problem, they all fell in love with her.

Bellamy always kept watch. By now he was familiar with most of the guards on rotation in the different stations and passages but he had also taken notice as of when the teams were completely switched up which was the first or second date of each month. He carried a small notebook in which he wrote down the names of the guards that let them through as well as those who patrolled the hallways and soon enough, the more word spread about Clarke and her helping everyone out, the more allies they found.

It wasn’t just Harper now, no-she was assisting her but some nights she went on to Arrow or Factory on her own to deal with the less severe cases or simply kept a book with all of those who needed help in the upcoming days. Bellamy had to assist Clarke too on some occasions when the cases were more severe, even if he was squirmish and could barely look at her when she was giving a shot.

But it was not just the three of them anymore. Monty helped Harper find medicine and since he worked in Factory he also had access to some of the pain relievers like the pot that went for all Alpha residents. He had figured out how to grow it at home, hidden under the floor and lit up by battery lamps so they were using it to help those in their final moments or the patients that were in severe pain.

There were two women who sneaked around antibiotics as they worked in the pharmacy detail in Alpha and got Clarke medicine for the worst cases, the sickest people and Jasper and Maya who worked with Bellamy on level 11, turned out to have a secret brewery of sorts so they supplied them with endless bottles of moonshine for cleaning up the wounds.

They even had a guard who was helping them out-a young boy at about twenty from Farm who always made sure to be the one to let them pass right before curfew. He was a sweet fella called Alex with red hair and freckly face like Bellamy and he had quickly become their friend. Clarke helped his mother who broke her leg in a work incident and could’ve lost it, actually keep it, and he swore to god he’ll be indebted to them for the rest of his lives.

Thanks to Alex they knew when guard rotations were coming in and if some of his coworkers noticed Bellamy and Clarke moving in between stations too often, he was quick to distract them or call them out for someone else he noted as suspicious so that they could cross by safely.

To say that Clarke was happy with what she was doing would be an understatement-she was back in her waters, navigating them exactly as she wanted to despite the difficulties but what really broke her was the lack of access to real medicine or technology that she could use to help people.

As much as she loved this job, Bellamy could say this was also taking a mental toll on her and he was trying his best to take her mind off things. He had made it clear to Harper that the weekend was reserved for resting and they tried to spend it together as a family especially since Bellamy was missing Gus a lot lately with his work and then going out with Clarke in the evening and he was trying to compensate for it. 

His baby boy missed him too and on days off and at night when they were back, he wrapped himself around his dad and didn’t let go. He wouldn’t even want to walk or play around with his friends as long as Bellamy was there and Clarke just loved seeing them like this.

Gus had gotten back to day care after successfully recovering from his frostbite. He had been limping a little even then and Bellamy was reluctant and very scared to let him go which was cute. Gus had been the one consoling his dad when they left him at the gates of the place and promised that he’ll be a good boy, listen carefully and definitely not run around.

The weekends were spent lazily with Clarke usually waking up to Bellamy’s soft kisses on her neck, then lips and his dick pressing into the crack of her ass. They’ve learned very quickly how to be quiet so they don’t wake Gus up but even so, Clarke had trouble keeping all of her emotions in, especially when he always insisted she came first and he had to go through his climax mostly alone which was still the hottest thing she’s ever seen. Then when they were both done they’d get lazy and snuggly in bed. Bellamy liked being held, spooned, got very soft after sex and Clarke found that she liked it as it was the only time he actually let her do something for him-he let all walls collapse, all responsibilites go to hell and it was just him-her beautiful freckly boy.

She got lost in his body herself then-mapped the freckles on his back or shoulders, then moved to his face. She loved most of all climbing on top of him and kissing every part of his body away, giving him all his love. 

Sometimes she got him hard by just grinding a little against him and they had a second round, very close to the time Gus usually woke. Then one morning he caught them with Bellamy in her, surprisingly sneaking out of his bed and pulling at the improvised curtain they hung on at night for privacy as well as to kind of consolidate the warmth around the beds since electricity still stopped at about eleven through the whole night.

In that particular morning it seemed to Gus as if they were just snuggling so of course he wanted in on it too, he jumped in bed just fast enough for them to manage to pull away from each other and pick their underwear up. Later, Bellamy joked that he felt like he sprained his dick and Clarke laughed at him but she knew there was nothing better than having the kid there with them whenever he felt like it.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon after Clarke had managed to convince Bellamy to massage his leg and let him rest as much as he could, Gus has snuggled up for a story after lunch but fell asleep midway on his dad’s arm while Clarke rested her head on her hand, and stared at Bellamy stroking Gus’ hair. 

“He’s growing up too fast.” Bellamy mumbled looking down at him “It was only yesterday he’d pee on me right after I gave him a bath or let me change his diapers.” Clarke cracks a smile at that and runs her hand up and down Gus’ back making the boy push into her on instinct. “Won’t be long before he is a teenager that wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me.”

“That’s not true.” Clarke argued stubbornly “This boy loves you more than anyone-you have a special bond.” Bellamy shrugs but she knows that he agrees because he blushes a little. Still, to this time he didn’t think of himself as a good parent, he still constantly beat himself up. “Have you and Gina ever wondered...about...if the Ark allowed more kids, if you’d want one?”

“We did-” he smilled softly, genuinely “We’ve had those conversations. She wanted another boy and I-” he shakes his head.

“What?”

“I wanted at least five kids.” he had admitted a little sheepishly and Clarke gasped.

“Bellamy, no-” she moved up on the pillow to get a better look at him “You didn’t!” but he just nods and shrugs a little.

“I’ve always dreamed of a big family. I wanted Gus to have a sister, I think he’d have made a great big brother.”

“And the others? Don’t tell me you had the names figured out and everything?” he blushes again and she slaps his chest when she realized that she guessed right“Tell me!”

“Well after Gus, there’d be Cassie, short for Cassandra.”

“Poor girl.” he scoffed and furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“You asked for this, princess, now don’t make fun of me.”

“Of course, sorry-” she tried to keep herself from laughing, covering her mouth with her hand, eyes glistening with her typical devilish charm that he knew meant she was absolutely laughing in her head but he just loved her too much to be angry “Cassie, okay, then?”

“Then Rory, after my mom Aurora.” he continues uncurling his fingers from his left hand with his right index one and looking up at the ceiling as if he could all so clearly picture them “Then there’d be Andromeda who we’d call Andy.”

“Dear God, those poor babies.”

“Hey-you’re named Clarke!” he points out “Your parents weren’t exactly ordinary about picking a good Alpha girl name.” she knew he had a point here.

Most Alpha girls had quite the old-fashioned names like Grace, Karen, Edna, Elizabeth and so on which thankfully weren’t what her parents picked for her. Factory and Farm names as well as Arrow were quite unusual, which came with the history of the people who inhabited those stations back on Earth as well as when the Ark became one whole with the decision to unity all stations. She quite loved Bellamy’s name, as well as Aurora and Augustus was just so sweet and fit the kid perfectly. Deep down as much as she was mocking Bellamy in that moment, she quite liked the names he had picked and tried to picture the kids in her head as he spoke about them.

In her mind, she could see Bellamy sitting on a chair by the table with Gus by his side, reading from a book, a girl on his shoulders, another one tucked by his right side and an even smaller one on his left one-they’d all or at least mostly have his curly black hair and freckles except for Andy who’d have light brown hair and Rory who’d bear blue eyes instead of her dad’s brown ones. 

“What about the youngest one?” she asked next, peeking up at him curiously while he kept daydreaming, stroking her head with his hand mindlessly. “The fifth one?”

“Another boy.” he whispers “I’ve always liked the name River.”

“Not greek?” she teases but he shakes his head without a smile.

“I’ve always kind of been fascinated with water when I was a kid studying earth classes. I remember so vividly, when I was a kid how I looked at a picture in one of the books and I saw this small thin river making its way through the strong mountain rocks and I thought how it is a metaphor of life-” he got a little choked up on his feelings in that moment “our life.”

“In Factory.” he nods agreeing with her statement.

“The government makes it hard for us to live but somehow we find ways, we deviate here, find a path there where there was none and somehow we keep on flowing...keep on living.”

“That’s beautiful, Bellamy.” he had stared into her eyes then and spent a moment losing himself in her blue ocean, after which he shook his head as if to get rid of his dreams that were never possible and leaned down to kiss her forehead “Anyway, none of this will ever happen.”

“Maybe not for you or us...but one day for Gus? Or for his children perhaps? We don’t know when Earth will be survivable again but maybe they can have your little family.”

He smiles and pulls her closer to his chest.

“I won’t envy them. I don’t think life down there will be any less harder than it is up here. Especially if we keep that government.”

Clarke liked those conversations in the dark they had when the place was all quiet, Gus was asleep or mumbling little dreams under his nose about chasing a dog or playing with Jordan that made them laugh-it felt to her as if a smaller universe existed within theirs, one in which no one could ever hurt them, when they were together and everything was just good and warm and...soft.

Because they were so soft when they were entangled in one another and Clarke just needed him in her before she fell asleep, that became a habit of theirs.

But she knew all too well that things weren’t all rosy, that life wasn’t a fairty tale or a story or a daydream they could discuss in each other’s arms at night. Bellamy often woke up from the shapr pain in his leg-that is what brought her back to reality faster than anything else. Some nights it was so bad, all he could do was curl up on himself and let her spoon him or pull him to her chest and rock him like he did Gus.

She’d move up, go to the bathroom, drench some bandages in cold water or use whatever she had left of the special paste against swelling to plop over his knee and back before wrapping him up and propping his joints on pillows.

Still, he couldn’t sleep well and she’d often just sit up and talk to him or go do laundry by the sink while he moved to the table chair and tried to find a position that didn’t make him feel entrirely trapped as it often happened in bed.

It was similar when she was suffering from her own nightmares or terrors. She’d wake up gasping in his arms, sometimes outright yelling, waking even Gus up with her desperate screams, calling Jackson’s name and shaking. Bellamy would hold her hands to his chest, make her count his heart beats, breathe with him but sometimes when it was too extreme, he’d take her to the bathroom and dip her in some cold water to bring her back to him since he had no other way of helping her.

After, he’d strip her of all clothes and hold her to his body until she warmed up enough to be able to move. And when she did, she’d either pass out from the exhaustion or need to kiss him, hold him, even fuck him which he didn’t mind but he knew that this sex was different from the other times-it was love born out of need and softness and the desperation to feel something and in those moments he was often slow, very slow in pushing into her, gentle and sweet as he kissed her everywhere, sucked her breast, her neck her entire body.

He wouldn’t even cum those nights, he said he didn’t have to or that he could take care of it himself in the morning and in those times, her heart felt with love and warmth for her man who always put himself first. 

She could see work was taking its toll on him and that Aurora kept giving him the cold shoulder when it came to that but even she couldn’t deny that they were doing better especially in terms of food.

In just a week Gus had gained back the weight he lost after the frost bite. Bellamy was bringing in lots of fruit and vegitables as well as bread, meat and even eggs that Gus seemed to love. The kid was for once eating healthy and good and so were they. Bellamy was still rationing in his stupid 'I-have-to-be-the-responsible-dad' way, he barely touched his plate while he gave Clarke dirty looks trying to make her finish hers. 

That’s how she came up with the plan to prepare one whole bigger plate for the two of them and push him to eat his half while she finished hers and in a way it worked. When her fingers ghosted over his stomach at night, she still found it flat but not sunk on him and though she could feel his ribs, he was feeling less dizzy in the morning and she knew part of that was because he ate.

He had mentioned they forced them to have lunch at work too, so they could be the most productive but she still had no idea what was it they worked on exactly. She had heard her father talk about Level 11 and how they wanted to recover the engines there after the big fire from over three years ago but she also remembered her mom mentioning that the environment is unhealthy. Still, whenever she pushed him about it, he shook his head and shrugged it off saying he can’t really talk about it and though it made her angry she was trying to pick her battles.

Despite his reluctance and even flat out disagreement when it came to her practicing medicine in secrecy, his support never wavered. He came with her every evening, even when he was extremely tired, coughed a lot and barely walked. She had often tried to argue with him when she saw him coming home before they had to leave in the span of barely five minutes.

He was so tired that the only thing she wanted to do was push him in bed and command him not to move, tie him up if she had to but he always insisted and cut her protests off with a single glance-”No way I’m leaving you alone, princess. Ever.” and she wanted to cry when he said that. 

Harper had gotten her more than one fake ID and they carefully switched them up so she wouldn’t raise suspicion but on a couple of occassions when there were surprising guard rotations and Alex wasn’t the one on call, Bellamy had had to use his charm as well as his work ID card for them to pass through.

Though she had worked as a medic and a doctor before, even for the brief time in Factory, things now felt...much more personal. They were going into people’s homes and she could see truly how horrible everyone’s living conditions were.

On occassions, like the one time they visited one of the older mechanics from Factory who Bellamy knew by name of course and respected as his elder, the first person who showed him how to fix an engine and work mechanics, they found themselves in a room which was literally two by two. Henry had a small cot and a little metal table with a chair pressed opposite of it. All his clothes that were so meager were hung on a little hanger on the wall, he had one pair of boots, a photo of his diseased wife who died in Farm after working the gardens for many years and after his kid left home too he was moved here.

It was more of a closet than a living place really and with his broken leg he was barely making it up as it was without hitting another part of his body. Then there were families of three living in the same conditions with all of them huddling on the small cot or outright living on the floor on matresses and pilled up holey blankets. Some didn’t even have a table but used chairs or old metal drawers as such. 

“See, I think that we can call ourselves lucky with our one room and our own bathroom instead of a common one.” Bellamy had said on their way back when Clarke was so stunned she couldn’t talk.

And yet everyone met her with warm smiles and tight hand-squeezes. She realized for them she was a beacon of hope, a ray of sunshine from a star they’ve never seen but only imagined, a dream, a myth, for some perhaps, a saint.

They couldn’t pay them in any way and though Clarke insisted she doesn’t charge, they still shoved cans of beans in her or Bellamy’s hands, mashed potatoes, green peas or small pieces of cloth they knew could be used to mend something. Clarke refused to take them especially when the families were so poor they couldn’t even afford medicine but some were stubborn and said if she didn’t, they’d be offended.

“They don’t want you to see them as a charity case” Bellamy had explained “Those are people with their own pride and dignity and even if they don’t eat anything tonight, they’ll give you the little they have to pay you for what you’ve done for them.”

“But I don’t want them to starve!” she had opposed somewhat desperately and he had smilled, leaning on his newly fashioned metal cane that he had made himself with her help on a slower Sunday afternoon.

“Oh, princess, it’s not about that.” he tries to explain despite her angry stubborn frown that he just wants to kiss away “This is how we do things around here. We trade to survive, we give each other the smallest of presents to bring joy and those people...they skip meals daily, so this is nothing new for them. They give you this can of corn because they have pride, they have dignity and they know they’re not lesser than any Alpha citizent or the chancellor but also...they are different because they have good in them.” he smiles at her “Despite the tough times, they are good.”

Clarke stares down at the can in her hand but finally sighs and nods in agreement.

“Okay.” she says “But I still feel bad.”

“Don’t. And anyway, I’ll make sure they have something to eat tomorrow, okay?” he had promised as he kept on limping back home and she looked at him confused before rushing back after him.

“How? What do you mean?” Bellamy stops and leans on the wall, picking up a small notebook from his jumper’s front pocket which she knew he used for work or to make notes of things they needed so he could get the money to buy them but now he turns on a page where she sees his big block letters denoting the names of people and families “I keep track.” he says “To those we’ve helped and then I talk to Monty and Harper or Jasper and Maya and some of the other people I know around here.” he tucks it back in and zips his pocket before he keeps on “Next morning the Jameses will wake to a bag of rice and a few bean cans by their door step, don’t you worry.”

“But....but how?” she asks confused “Where do you get that from? How do you guys do this?”

Bellamy smiles again and keeps on walking.

“I’m not just your guardian, princess. I can’t simply sit outside and do nothing, I had to find a way to help too.”

“But-” she shook her head completely stunned. Some days, despite his good job now, they still couldn’t afford much so what was he doing? How was he getting people what they needed? Unless-”Are you spending your own ration points on others?” he avoids her look but she grabs his elbow and forces him to look at her “Bellamy-”

“Hey, I know what I’m doing, alright?” he insists “Plus, I can’t spend more than a few cans of beans or corn. Monty helps some with the rest.”

“The rest?”

“He has access to the storages.” Bellamy whispers when a few people pass them by and he fastens his step “He can grab a few ounces of flour here, some potatoes there, not much but enough for those people.”

Clarke’s heart fills with warmth again-here was her beautiful, intelligent, kind and yes, sometimes stubborn man, trying to find ways to help those less fortunate than him even though he himself couldn’t be considered even middle class by any Ark or Alpha standards. He was giving some of his own to help others, maybe that was why he still rationed his own food and picked at his plate and as angry as that made her for he was putting as always himself behind, she couldn’t help but just...love him.

When she stops abruptly and throws herself in his arms, he is so surprised he doesn’t hug her right away, unable to take his hand off his his crutch and keep his balance.

“Hey, easy there, princess-” he laughs a little in her ear “We’ll both end up on the ground.” she shakes her head and buries herself in his chest for a moment, letting him rub his hand up and down her back soothingly and kiss her hair “It’s okay, princess, it’s all fine. It’s not just me.”

“Don’t undermine your efforts.” she whispers, making his chest reverbarate for once instead of him filling her being with love and warmth “We started this because of me. You insisted you kept me company, not that you’d...start a Robin Hood initiative.” Bellamy scoffs at the comparison.

“Robin Hood? Princess...please find a better hero out there.”

“Batman?”

“You’re the Clarke from the two of us, doc.” he points out and she pulls away, cupping his face in her hands and moving up for a deep kiss. He kisses her back just as warm and hot as she was and when she pulls back and stares in his eyes he kisses her nose like he loved doing, always saying he finds her to be too adorable for his heart to handle.

He had two kiddos, he said-Gus and her and both of them were as equally grumpy in the morning, making his life harder. 

“You are my hero, Bellamy.” she says then, fanning his face with her breath as she tucked his curls behind his ear. His hair had grown out in the past few weeks again and she needed to give him another haircut, hopefully a little more professional than the last one which made his head look uneven “There’s no other like you.”

“Come on now-”

“I’m being serious.” she insists, making her voice serious trying to force his stupid thick head to understand what he means to her “You have saved me-”

“We’ve talked about this, I don’t want to go back to that day.” he argues and she knows what he means and that yes, they have indeed talked about it.

“I don’t mean just the bombs, I mean...in general. You  have helped me so much without even realizing it and you had given so much of yourself out to others too.” he blushes and looks down a little uncomfortable like he and Gus always did whenever someone praised them. Her hand slid to his chest with ease and she smiled at him “Your heart is so big, Bellamy,”

“Clarke, come on, that’s not true.”

“Yes it is, don’t do that.” she scolds him mildly “Don’t try to shake your head and shut me down-I want you to know this because I don’t think you do-” she looks into his eyes again “You matter, Bellamy.” she says soft but serious “You matter so much more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Clarke-”

“And you forget that you can put yourself first sometimes too.” she continues, not letting him interrupt her “I know Gus comes before you, always, but you...you have to remember that you are important as well. You can take time to rest, to heal, to feel broken, to recover, okay?” he sighs, shakes his head still disagreeing with her but she picks him up and digs her nails into his cheeks to prove her point again “Please...I know it’s hard for you, but you have to try and do this for me, alright?”

He scoffs and while his hands remain on her back and he presses his forehead against her, he doesn’t seem to have let her words sink, which in turn makes her mad.

“You’re wrong.” he whispers “I never saved you-” he continues, this time being the faster one of the two of them so she fails to interrupt him “You saved yourself, Clarke. I think you always have even before we met and that is why we fit together-you see beyond what I am...what we all are and you bear hope not just for me but for everyone that things could get better.” he presses his lips against hers and rubs the back of her neck “You are a light in my life, Clarke.”

This time she disagrees with a scoff but he silences her with a kiss and urges her to go on.

That is how most of their nights went on-they talked a lot on the way back, discussed ideas, ways to help people, made mental lists for supplies or how they could get this medicine or that one for some of her patients.

And as much as Bellamy refused to admit it out of fear that he’d jinx it, things were mostly going well-yes, they were working their asses off, yes, he barely slept because of the pain in his leg at night and Gus missed him too much he clung on him like a koala bear and yes work on level 11 was hard. He had another vent to fix this week with the help of Jasper and Maya again and all three of them passed out from the lack of oxygen and ended up in the small medbay with once again Abby Griffin angrily scoffing and moving around their cots, pushing masks on their faces and treatening them not to move.

She still avoided his look but he knew she was itching to ask for Clarke yet she never did-she treated him as coldly and calmly as she did the others and yelled at him for not taking any care of his leg or back but one time when Clarke’s bandages from the night before had stayed on him and he had to strip for the mandatory examination they had every week, he noticed her fingers ghosted over them and she knew that this was done by her and it was her way of touching something her daughter did.

He had seen Wells and Jake once too. They came to inspect the progress of their work on a surprise visit that sent poor Sinclair into a sweating fit with his cheeks red and his hair a mess. Bellamy had smiled as he kept on working his vent with Jasper whose hands shook when he realized what was happening-even the Alpha councilmen and best mechanics were subjected to inspections.

Wells was wearing his typical Commanding Guard’s uniform looking cold and stern. He only ever glanced at Bellamy once but he couldn’t make out his face from under the mask both him and Jake wore at all times inside like the rest of them.

Jake didn’t stop staring at him, though-Bellamy swore he could feel his eyes pinned on his neck the entire time and that in turn made him sweat about as much as Sinclair had. 

When they were lined up before the three of them-Wells, Jake and Sinclair and their boss was explaining their best qualities and how much each has helped in restoring the Level, Jake was smiling and nodding eagerly while Wells remained a dark cloud with furrowed eyebrows and his arms crossed behind his back, reminding Bellamy so much of Morgan, as if any second he’d take out his baton and beat him up in the middle of the room for everyone to see.

Wells didn’t seem impressed at all, he kept prodding Sinclair with different questions and finally before they left, he said that with the time and resources that the Ark was lending them, they should’ve done better by now and that the chancellor expects results sooner rather than later while Jake mumbled something in Sinclair’s ear and patted his shoulder which Bellamy took as a good sign.

When they were leaving work that day, Wells and Jake were still outside talking over plans and logistics with Sinclair so when Bellamy was coming out of the locker rooms, he heard Clarke’s father make an excuse and rush after him, but only when they’ve turned around the corner towards the elevator that would send him back to Factory, to his home.

Bellamy had stopped, leaning heavily on the wall when Jake stood in his way.

“Is she okay?” he had asked cutting right through the chase which Bellamy liked. The man probably knew they didn’t have that much time to spare, with Wells coming in to leave soon as well.

“She’s fine.” Bellamy assures with a small smile recognizing a concerned father when he saw one.

“Is she healthy? Are you guys okay? We heard of the engines getting broken and the night you spent without electricity.”

“She was a little shaken, but she’s fine, I promise. I’m taking care of her.” Jake relaxed at that a little and clasped his arm.

“Thank you.”

“Do you want me to tell her something?” Bellamy asked and Jake thought about it for a moment before finally shaking his head and sighing.

“It’s too dangerous now and maybe it’s better for her if she doesn’t know about any of this. When some time passes I’ll find a way to contact you.” Bellamy agreed and though he felt bad that he’d go home that night and not be able to tell her that her father was out there asking if she’s alright, he agreed with Jake-some time had to pass for things to be safe so they could perhaps even see each other.

He knew that Clarke missed her father very much. Often times when he was playing with Gus or holding him, there was a different glint in her eyes-one that wasn’t her being hot for him or wanting to kiss him and strip him of his clothes but instead something nostlagic, sad. He knew she was thinking of her dad holding her the same way, talking to her, loving her like he did Gus and she missed him dearly. She had always been a daddy’s girl, he knew that, she had admitted as much so no matter how good he was trying to do at giving her a home and a family, he could never replace her father. 

[lumenalumia]

"They tell the hundred to avoid the pink hornet mosquitos. Bellamy drills that it’s a near death experience so he’s not asked too many questions about it, and Clarke parrots how critical it is to remove the stinger as soon as possible after being stung."

My Prof said: Write a piece of fan fiction in response to one of your favourite science fiction narratives (literary or otherwise). For example, you can create • an alternative ending, • a new narrative perspective to retell a section of the original text, • a new segment that you think would enhance the original narrative, • some other creative variation.

So I happily delivered and wrote some fanfic after being out of the groove since 2017! Also, so happy to write Bellarke like this fandom needs the most therapy after all of that man... no words.

love y'all and hope you enjoy!

[bellarkeselection]

Why couldn't this have been a reality 🤗

AU: Bellamy and Clarke are a little bit more than friends on the Ark.

[watersign-braindump]

I need help finding these two fanfictions that i read a long time ago but stupidly forgot to bookmark! if you know what they are please help me:

Captain Swan fic where they are both lawyers and meet at a convention where they accidentally get assigned to the same room. I'm pretty sure Emma is from Boston and Killian is from Chicago. I think it eventually became a series.

Bellarke fic where they meet as little kids on the ARK when like Clarke is coloring in an area of the ship that gets air locked and Bellamy rescues her and then it follows them as they grow up on the ARK and fall in love and it culminates with them going to Earth together.

Please please please help if you know them!!!

[okmcintyre]

[z00oo1]

Bellarke Fic Recommendation

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Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky 

Clarke is in a coma after Gabriel removes the chip.

Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

Clarkewho managed to grab control from taking herself and Josephine out as a way to eliminate the chip altogether.

Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

I wish you would write a fic where it took so long for the gang to figure out Clarke wasn’t Clarke

Ao3

Ark Descending by warmfluffypastries

What happens if the Ark didn't come down at the end of season 1?

Burning Up by PenguinsofProse

Clarke makes it back to the rocket just in time, but with radiation sickness.

Love Hurts by diemension

Modern AU. Clarke deals with the repercussions of a lie Finn tells.

Welcome to Earth by marauders_groupie

Bellamy of the Shallow Valley clan has to marry Death herself: Wanheda.

Comic Hypocrisy by Gryffindor_by_birth

Until the Sun Makes the Hills its Grave by meliebee

It didn’t take long for Clarke to realise that something was wrong. No one else did, but she doesn’t expect them to because what's wrong isn't the planet, it's her.

Atone by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

A quick scouting mission turns into a fight for survival as Clarke tries to work through what she’s done – even if it means giving her life.

The Bruise Won't Heal by theinvisibledisaster

Some Things are Worth Dying For by Nyx_21

What if Bellamy stayed behind with Clarke when the rocket left?

And Now Your Home by asroarke

Grounder!Bellamy AU where Clarke finds out she isn't the last person left on Earth.

I'm on my knees your faith in shreds by stoneage_woman

As the last survivors of humanity try to make a fresh beginning on a new, deserted planet, Bellamy tries to find his way back to a lonely, distant Clarke.

Tell Me How it Really Feels by skittishasakitten

To dwell in dreams and remember how to live by PenguinsofProse

Clarke wakes up on the Eligius ship after twenty years in cryosleep, and it turns out that Sanctum and Bardo were all part of a horrific nightmare.

Eden by ohsupernaturall

Alternate universe where Bellamy stays behind for Clarke when Praimfaya hits.

Show Me What your Looking For by bitscrawford

Sanctuary by abitcfstardust

Bellamy had lost Clarke more times than he could count. He wouldn't let Josephine Lightbourne get her away from him one more time.

Wake Up by HiatusMusings

When Clarke stays in Arkadia after crushing the mountain she thinks she can still hide from those that looked to her.

Yours Truly by virgohotspot

Or, Serial Killer!Clarke is engaged to Horror Writer!Bellamy. She's determined to hide the monster she thinks she is for the man that she loves.

We keep doing better by sobsicles

Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke are stranded together on the last inhabitable patch of earth for six years and seven days.

Tear me to pieces by MABlake

Murphy discovers that Echo tried to choke Clarke before they left the earth and nobody had told him

We are Strangers Drawn Together by whatspastisprologue

Perhaps, after the mountain, Clarke, Bellamy, and the Delinquents can finally find peace and a true home on the ground.

[takeariskao3]

68 and 79 Bellarke 😎

Heroic Sacrifice + Anger Born of Worry this is just book!canon??

Clarke is missing. No one has seen her since dinner the night before. All the kru's are set on war, the Ark went dark twelve hours ago, and Clarke is missing. Bellamy feels like throwing a punch at the metal wall, but instead, he packs a rucksack, a torch, and his best gun. He doesn't know if he is going to throw himself at her feet or clobber her to death when he finds her, but he does know he's going to find her.

Because Clarke can't be missing.

SEND ME 2 TROPES AND A SHIP

[izloveshorses]

some ingredients that make 1x13 so strong:  - pairing clarke and raven on a job, they’re dynamic is so interesting - obviously bellarke coleader™ moments everywhere - really compelling ark storyline, wrapped up nicely - jaha is at his best here, and tbh i’d argue almost everyone else on the ark peaked as well - the delinquents get to use their character strengths! jasper helps raven and discovers the grounders’ strategy, etc - i think this is the most i’ve like bellamy and octavia’s relationship - you can argue about the morality of what clarke had to do, but ultimately it’s about how these children were forced into going to war, there really was no fair match in this at all, and it’s summed up pretty well when miller says “you can’t save everyone”

[lexinoctura]

Ofontaim (now, with not one, but TWO covers! [because I couldn't decide :D])

Fandom: The 100

Ship: Bellarke // Bellamy/Clarke

Rating: T

Wordcount: 13.6k

Chapters: 1

Status: Complete

Tags: oneshot, AU – Canon divergence, enemies to lovers, giftgiving, secret santa

First snow in Camp Delinquents, and Lincoln tells O about a tradition his people have. Jasper and Monty overhear it and decide to get Clarke and Bellamy to pick up that tradition.

Their first winter on the ground after getting thrown out of the Ark, the delinquents hear of a tradition from the grounders.

[peggysousfan]

Among the Dead (New fic!)

Among the Dead- A Walking Dead Bellarke story

The Ark was dying, its Oxygen supply running out. With little options left the council decides to make a hasty decision to send the prisoners from skybox to the Earth's surface. Not only would sending the hundred give them time to fix the oxygen, but to see if the ground could once again be called home.

When the hundred land on Earth they find much more than they bargained for. Not only do they discover the safety of the air but that they were far from alone. There were grounders, survivors from the bombs, and the living dead.

Will the delinquents survive alone with the walking dead? Or will a blonde stranger from the ground lead them to safety?

Chapter 1

I wasn't initially going to post this fic until later in the year but I was requested to write a Walking dead Bellarke fic. The funny thing is I already started this story months ago, so with the request I decided to post early :)

I will post chapter 2 later this week!

[bellamyblake]

Part 42of the single!dad Bellamy fic is posted! Here are the people who asked to be tagged (if you want to be removed please let me know): @pendragaryen, @takamurasposts, @star-sky-earth, @blakecholls, @theturquoiseoillady, @sarcasticcommentsetc, @peggysousfan, @whiteoleander, @chickens474; (I’m sorry for taking so long to update!)

(moodboard by @star-sky-earth​​​​):

The morning came faster than Bellamy ever wanted it too but for once it wasn’t him who woke up first-it was Clarke. Apparently having him in her was provoking some hot dreams because he woke to her eyes still barely opened and her pulling his head down by the neck to kiss him. He wasn’t sure if she was dreaming or if she knew what she was doing but he smiled and felt her move up and down a little, fucking herself on him.

He groaned and gripped her by the waist, grunting in her mouth as he kissed her back.

“Princess?” he mumbled “Are you awake or are you having a hot dream?”

“Both.” she mumbles when she pulls back a little and opens her eyes. The softness he finds there overwhelms him and he can’t prevent himself from pushing in her too, desperate to find some friction as he was pretty sure he could feel his dick twitching even when inside her. 

“Can’t get enough of me, can you now?” he whispers when he kisses her cheeks and then meets her lips for a wet and hot kiss while her hands roam on his ribs under his shirt. 

He hissed when he felt her hand run over the worst part of his back, the most fucked up and hurt one and she suddenly stopped, opened her eyes wide awake and took his head in her hands.

“How bad is it?” it was bad, that much he could tell, he could barely feel his leg right now and he knew that in just a moment as he started moving around, he’d feel even more numb and then he’d get that horrible thingly feeling after which the sharp bouts of pain that felt like him being shock lashed would come crashing in and he’d have to squeeze his eyes shut and try to ground himself.

It was the same thing every morning-the pain was so overwhleming that some times he had to drag himself to the bathroom, lock himself up and slide to the floor praying for it to just be over until it eventually let go.

But most mornings, he couldn’t make it out of bed so he just lay there, away from Clarke so she doesn’t feel it, gripped his thigh and squeezed his eyes shut in a quiet prayer for it to just pass. 

“I think you’ll have to be on top this morning.” he jokes and she shakes her head at that but when he thirsts a little into her and she kisses him all hot and wanting, she can’t help herself and when he is the one to roll them over yet again, this time with him under her, she really wants to stop and ask him if he’s sure but he doesn’t give her the time to do so. 

With his eyes so big and bright, so full of love and want, she can’t help herself, she leans closer, kisses him, lets her hands roam over his chest despite the shirt he had on and then starts moving, slowly, lazily. 

Clarke knew they didn’t have that much time-the clock on the wall by the door told her it’s half past five-he had to get up at around six to grab them rations, then get himself ready for work, wake Gus and help him eat, prepare him for a day without him there. 

They couldn’t allow themselves the pleasure of taking all their clothes off and marveling or paying attention to each and every part of their bodies-that would be reserved for the night but they could still enjoy each other’s company, bring each other over the edge before the beginning of a hard day.

He’s in pain, that much she can tell because even when he sits up and sucks her nipple through her shirt, he groans and not all of it is from the pleasure. He’s tense and his eyebrows are furrowed but she hopes that she can take his mind off of it at least a little as she fucks him and tugs the back of his curls, exposing his neck for her to suck on.

Just as last night, she’s the first to come and when she’s over the edge, he’s quick to slip away from her and she groans unhappily, too used to having him in her after spending the night together. When he’s off, he reaches to stroke himself a few times and she swats his hand away when she sees it.

“No, let me-” she insists breathlessly, her cunt still convulsing and wetting the sheets underneath them, yet again. She had to do laundry today as much as she hated it. He chuckles a little and drops his dick, let’s her pump him a few times, squeeze his balls and soon enough he comes as well, stifling his groans and leaning down to kiss her to try and quiet himself.

“Fuck, this is awesome, princess.” he whispers, glancing at the clock to check how much time he had before he needed to be up. He determines they could spare ten more minutes fooling around, kissing each other soo he pulls her over his chest since he was in too much pain to be the one in charge and they kiss each other lazily as their hands roam up and down under the sheets.

Bellamy’s about to move his head down and pay some attention to her other boob which he ignored during their fun times when they hear Gus’ voice loud and clear.

“Dada?” he asks “Clarke? What are youw doing?” Clarke jumps from her place so hard she hits her head in the top bunk and grunts loudly while Bellamy scrambles up with the blankets and pulls them over himself even though he’s technically dressed.

When they look at the kid they find him standing up in his PJs, rubbing at his eyes that were a little drowsy and sleepy but definitely wide awake.

“Gus-” Bellamy sits up on his elbows and tries to stifle a groan as Clarke rolls over by her side of the bed and breathes heavily, hiding behind his body for the time being. “What are you doing up, son, it’s still early?”

“I wasn’t sweepy anymow, dada.” he says and tilts his head at them “What awe you doing?”

“Nothing, Clarke and I were just uh-” he clears his throat and looks at her for support but she’s trying very hard not to laugh and he rolls his eyes at her childish behavior “We were just cuddling, cause Clarke’s cold.”

“Are you awkay?” Gus prods, taking a step forward and limping to the bed. Bellamy curses, shoves his hands under the blankets and pulls his boxers before picking Gus up in his lap. 

“We’re good.” Bellamy assures. “Are you okay? Did we wake you?” Gus shakes his head and nestles on Bellamy’s chest, staring up at him and peaking at Clarke behind his dad’s back curiously. She tries to compose herself and comes closer to the boys, rolling on her side and reaching for Gus’ little hand, kissing his fingers as she moved up too. 

“Dada, were you kissing doctor Clarke?” Gus asks next and Bellamy swallows hard, cursing quietly under his nose “I saw youw kissing hew.”

“I uh-...” he takes a deep breath and gives Clarke a look, suggesting he’ll definitely need her help here so she sits up in bed and he feels her arm hanging over his shoulder while her other hand stroked Gus’ head. The kid seemed a little confused but not spooked-he was looking between him and her surprised and Bellamy could see all the little gears running in his head trying to make sense of what he had just saw.

This was the worst possible way this could’ve happened, Bellamy thinks. They haven’t discussed much about this but they thought that when they told him, they’d sit him down and explain it slowly, carefully, so that he had the time to sink it in. 

What was happening right now was just proof that Bellamy’s plans always went to hell. He glances at Clarke once more and she gives him a little nod as she sits by his side and holds Gus’ frostbitten foot in her hand, gently rubbing over it in a soothing manner.

“I was kissing her yes.” he admits and Gus stares at him for a moment, not saying anything. He looks between them and holds his hands together like he did when he was trying to make sense of things.

Bellamy decides to give him a moment and waits for him to speak up first, simply keeping his hand on his back, arm wrapped tightly around him pushing him to his side.

“Grandma Rory says that when people love each othew they kiss.” he rubs his chin before looking up at them again “Do you love each othew?” 

Bellamy smiles and meets Clarke’s eyes as he leans closer and rubs his forehead against her for a brief moment.

“Yes, we do.” Bellamy says finally when they pull away “How do you think you feel about that?” Gus looks at them for a moment and Bellamy’s heart trumps loudly in his chest-he’s trying to prepare himself for a full four year old meltdown but then Gus surprisingly smiles brightly, claps his hands and yelps a little.

“I was right!” he exclaims and it’s Clarke and Bellamy’s turn to exchange confused glances as the kid shuffles in Bellamy’s lap and keeps beaming at them.

“You were...you were right, son?” Bellamy asks tilting his head at his baby boy and Gus keeps clapping his hands joyfully like he hasn’t been since the night when the electricity stopped and he got the frost bite.

“Gus been wondering if dada and doctor Clarke like each other more than friends.” he explains and furrows his eyebrows for a moment “Fwiends don’t kiss wait?”

“No, they don’t.” Bellamy assures running his hand down his hair and leaning over to kiss his forehead “But back up a little-you’ve been thinking about this?” Gus nods a little too enthusiastically again and Clarke doesn’t miss the way his legs jerk up and down as if he’s about to hop off his dad’s lap and do a happy dance any second now. 

“Yeaw, Gus had been asking gwandma Rory questions.”

“What kind of questions?” Bellamy keeps prodding “Why didn’t she tell me anything?”

“Bellamy-” Clake reaches over to squeeze his arm and gives him a look that suggests none of this is important and he was overthinking it yet agian. Bellamy sighs, clearly very much confused-they’ve both been very scared as to how Gus may take the news of them being together, they had been preparing for a total meltdown this entire time and to have him...happy and somewhat expecting this came more of a surprise to them than Gus seeing them kissing.

“Gus, do you want to ask us any questions about this?” she chimes in next, cupping the boy’s cheek and running her thumb under his beautiful green and brown eye, the same as his mother's obviously “Maybe we can give you more answers than grandma Rory, especially after what you just saw?”

Gus hmms and rests his back against his dad’s arm as he thinks over Clarke’s suggestion.

“Have you been together long?” he asks finally and they both shake their heads simultaniously before Bellamy speaks up.

“Not that long, son.”

“But you didn’t tell Gus?” he sounds a little hurt, offended even, as if up until now he was their biggest supporter and he ended up being the last one to know. Frankly, Clarke realizes he had the right to be angry about it.

“We were trying to figure out the right time to do so. We didn’t want to overwhelm you, baby boy.” Bellamy continues and looks at Clarke for support.

“That and we were....a little scared. More like I was.” she admits something she hasn’t let out loud not even to Bellamy who’s head snaps a little surprised at that but she keeps her eyes trained on Gus who gives her a confused look.

“Why wewe you scawed?”

“Well...I didn’t want you to feel like I am trying to replace your mom, which I am not or that I want your dad to focus on me more than you.” she blurts out and she feels Bellamy’s hand sneak on her back, rubbing it softly in support “I didn’t want you to...hate me.”

“I could never hate you, doctor Clarke!” Gus exclaims in loud protest “I love you!” he blurts out next and throws himself in her arms, wrapping his hands in a dead lock around her neck.

Clarke’s eyes fill with tears and when she looks up at Bellamy, she finds that he wasn’t much better off. His hands shook and he was dabbing at his eyes with his shirt, blushing in the most embarrassing of ways for being the first one to crack. 

He was so soft and emotional that she couldn’t help but reach over, put her hand on the back of his neck and push him to her chest, next to Gus.

“I love you too, Gus.” she says kissing his head and then moving onto Bellamy’s “I love both of my boys so much.”

Gus peaks up when they rub their noses against each other and smirks a little devilishly.

“Kiss!” he exclaims.

“Gus, baby boy-” Bellamy tries but the kid is relentless.

“Kiss!” he demands and Clarke chuckles a little before meeting Bellamy’s eyes.

“Your son asked you something.”

“I think he asked us something, princess.” he whispers back “And he’s our son now.” it’s her turn to get teary eyed and she chokes on her emotions which he quickly takes in and shares with her when he presses his lips against hers. It’s not a deep tongue passionate lusty kiss, no, it’s nothing like that-it’s just soft and vulnerable, just as they were right now. A kiss that brought them together in the next most important moment of their lives-sharing this with Gus.

“You happy now, son?” Bellamy asks when they pull apart and Gus stretches over his little feet on Clarke’s lap while he keeps his back pressed against his dad’s side. Gus hmms like an old man, rubs his chin and shrugs a little.

“It’s okay, dada.”

“Okay?” Bellamy asks in disbelief before looking up at Clarke “Did you hear him? He said it was okay?”

“I think that he’s bound for a punishment what do you say?” she suggests giving him a wink, making his lips stretch in a smile as he nods.

“I agree.” he looks briefly down at Gus who’s confused about their conversation “You ready?” he asks her and Clarke nods before both of them lean down and start peppering Gus’ body with kisses all over-his forehead, his cheeks, his hands, even his legs and toes. Bellamy sneaks in his fingers too, tickling him a little and soon enough the boy is squirming in joy underneath them.

They move him to the bed and roll around in it together over the blanekts of course, since the sheets were once again a mess. Gus laughs and climbs on them, most of all on his dad, then tries to tickle him and Clarke too and she can see that Bellamy’s heart eases a little to see his son like this. After all the pain and suffering of the past week, Gus going back even if a little to himself was a loud off Bellamy’s weary shoulders.

“Okay, dad will go grab us breakfast.” he finally says when he sits up and Clarke notices how his hand shoots for his knee right away. He stops briefly, closes his eyes and sucks in his breath.

Gus must feel something’s wrong because he sneaks from under his right arm and looks up at his dad like a puppy.

“Dada, are you okay?”

“I’m good.” he lies but Clarke covers her hand over his on his knee and yet he doesn’t move, not right away. She leans over so that Gus doesn’t overhear them.

“Is it too bad?” she asks and he just shakes his head stubbornly, refusing to give her a real answer “I’ll take care of it when you come back, alright?” she adds “Gus will help me too.”

“Yey!” he claps his hands again happily but then leans into his dada’s side and perches his chin on his chest, looking upwards. “Dada, is everything gon be olrait?” Bellamy runs his hand down his head once more, seemingly his favorite sign of showing his son’s his love apart from holding him and kissing his forehead. 

“Everything will be fine, my boy.” Bellamy promises and kisses him and Clarke’s sides once more before getting up and dressing himself. He hides in the bathroom on purpose, Clarke knows this, he didn’t want Gus to see him struggling to even put his clothes on or notice his scars-he hid his pain away or at least tried to not just from her but from the boy as well and while she understood why he did it, she was pretty sure that Gus could handle it just as well as she was. 

On the way to the door she reminds him to grab his cane as his crutch got ruined last night and he smiles but takes the old metal rod he used as one even if he didn’t feel like it. She had to figure out a way to get him a new crutch as it provided more support for not just his leg but his whole side too.

When it’s just her and Gus, she helps him to the bathroom. He still can’t or more like is too scared to walk on his own but she insists she holds his hand and he tries to do it himself instead of her carrying him. She pushes him a little which is what he seems to need but she still helps him up the chair on the bathroom sink when she notices him wince from the pain and she hands him his toothbrush and helps him wipe his face away with the towel. 

She lets him pee on his own and trusts him to change into his clothes while she fixes the sheets and prepares some formula fo him. When he exits the bathroom, she picks him up in her arms and he folds in on herself like he often did with Bellamy-trusting her to give him the warmth he needed. 

Gus was still sleepy that time of day, it was before his usual kindergarden awakening and it’s what Bellamy called, the pre-proper wake so he doesn’t fight her as much on eating as she expects but he wakes up more when she sits him down on the chair and holds the bottle to his lips, instead of falling asleep.

He sucks on his milk eagerly, much better than he had yesterday and she smiles somewhat relieved at that, knowing it’d make Bellamy breathe a little easy too. Gus snuggles into her chest when he’s done with the bottle and Clarke lets him suck on her index finger like he did with his dad often, knowing it sooths him even more but his eyes are wide awake and staring at her.

“Do you feel alright, sweet face?” she asks leaning over to rub her nose against his and make him squirm “Is something on your mind?”

Gus shrugs a little but lets her finger go and rests his cheek against her chest.

“Dada loves you now, right?”

“He does.”

“But does he still love mama?” Clarke’s heart clenches at that and she has to swallow hard and take Gus’ hand in hers, squeezing them tightly as she responds.

“Gus, I can assure you that he loves your mom very much and that will never go away.” Gus ponders on that for a bit, eyebrows furrowed, clearly not entirely convinced by her words so she tugs his arm a little and tries to bring his attention to her “The thing about your dad is that...his heart is very big.” she smiles at Gus and he look up at her eyes big and concetrated on her words “It is the biggest one I’ve ever seen in my life and I’ve done open heart surgeries.”

“Really?” Gus asks in awe making her smile even brighter and touch the tip of his nose.

“Absolutely.”

“But you haven’t seen my dada’s heart...have you?” Gus asks confused and she shakes her head.

“I don’t need to. I know that it holds all the love that it can for your mama, for you, for grandma...for me and for all his friends and somehow it only seems to grow.” 

“Hm” Gus says quietly patting his cheek with his finger like a grown man until he comes up with his next question and his eyes get a shade of fear in their irises “Do you think it can burst?”

“No.” Clarke assures “Of course not.”

“But how do you know?”

“Because he doesn’t keep it all in there-” she pats Gus’ chest “His love for those cloesest to him is in every action, every little thing that he does.” Gus keeps looking at her curiously as she takes his hand and runs her finger over his little knuckles “He does so many things out of love, it just radiates from him.”

“Like the sun warming the ground in ouw lesson the othew day?”

“Exactly.” Clarke praises and runs her hand down his curls again “Smart boy.” Gus gets blushy at the praise as he usually did and buried his face in Clarke’s chest in order to hide from her but she knows that what he’s really seeking is her warmth and comfort. 

“Clarke?” he asks after a while of just being there with her in the soft and sweet embrace she could provide for him.

“Yes, baby boy?”

“Are you my mama now?” he asks peaking from under his curls up at her looking smaller than he actually was and Clarke is a little bit taken aback at first so she sucks in a breath before helping him raise up into a more sitting position, desperate to see his face better. Gus squirms in her, plays with his fingers and tugs at his shirt nervously before she speaks up.

“Gus, you already have your mom, you do know that, right?” Gus nods eagerly “Nobody can ever replace her or what she did for you. Your dad and I...we’re not trying to do that, do you understand that?” Gus shrugs a little but nods a little tentatively.

“I know mama is always with me.” Gus mumbles under his nose “And I know you’re not my real mama but...I’m not sure what...what it feels like to have one.” Clarke’s heart clenches at that and she has to bite back her tears and keep herself together and before she can say something Gus keeps on “I have a dada and I know what that’s like but what does a mama do?”

“It’s not that much different, Gus-they love you and care for you more than themselves or the world just like your dad.”

“Weally?” Clarke nods and smiles a little.

“Sometimes people say that the fathers tend to spoil the kids more while moms are more strict but I think your dad...he manages to do both of those things perfectly.”

“I think so too.” Clarke smiles at him as he keeps going “Gwandma Rory says dada spoils me too much sometimes but I know when he says something has to be done, Gus gotta do it laik homework.”

“That’s right. And he’s only being like that because he wants the best for you, you know that, right?” Gus nods and pushes his index finger to munch on again, probably because he was still hungry and Clarke hoped Bellamy will be back with breakfast soon as apparently a bottle of milk was no longer enough for a growing boy like his son. 

“Gus, your dad and I ...we’re not trying to fill in that place in your heart that is reserved for your mom, okay?” she explains carefully “We just love each other and I want to help him raise you, spent time with you. You don’t have to call me anything but just Clarke,okay?” Gus nods and she can see he still had many questions going on in his head but for now that would have to be enough. She was sure that later when Bellamy was home after work, he’d find the time to talk to him and ask him if he had any questions too and she was sure he’d be great at it. “Now do you want us to draw some while we wait for dad?” Gus nods eagerly and they take out his notebook and the pencils she bought him all those months ago. 

He asks for a giraffe, his new favorite animal, then for a dog with ruffled hair and a parrot with colorful wings. Clarke starts getting worried that Bellamy’s taking that much time and keeps glancing at the clock every few minutes. Gus notices it because he stops coloring and leans his back on her chest reaching his tiny hand for her cheek and cupping it softly.

“Don’t wowry, Clarke, there’s a big line for breakfast in the mowning. Dada just has to wait.” he explains and Clarke kisses his fingers softly, rubbing his back and promising him she’s all good.

Bellamy does get home a lot later than expected, just before he has to go to work. 

“I’m sorry, it was crazy this morning but I grabbed you coffee.” he comes in limping, carrying a small tray of two bowls of porrige, some jerky, grape, two apples and two cups of coffee as well as some toest with butter and honey on it. He kisses the top of her head and ruffles Gus’ curls. “I have to change and leave for work.”

She scoffs at that angrily-her plan was to take care of his leg this morning but it seemed like she won’t get the chance to.

“Bellamy-” she tried, gripping his hand and pushing him back to the table but he shakes his head.

“I have to go, princess.” he leans down to capture her lips with his and rub his nose against her for the briefest of seconds “We’ll do it tonight, okay?” she sighs and is about to let him go when she tugs at him again.

“At least get some toast.”

“Let me shower first.” he promises and she makes a mental note to force the toast in his hand later which in fact, she does. He’s at the door limping heavily and coughing his lungs out once again when she gives him the piece of bread and helps him take a few sips of his coffee while he adjusts his hat and kisses Gus’ head goodbye, promising him to be good today, do his homework and listen to Clarke.

She thinks that tonight, she’ll force him to sit down while she massages his leg but as usually their plans all go to hell mostly because she is swamped by work in Factory and Farm that they have to cross again for more than one patient. 

By the time they come back home, Bellamy is barely forcing his leg to move, he’s coughing hard and Gus is asleep in his cot while his mom works on mending some clothes by their metal table.

He’s so exhausted, they both are really that they don’t eat-they simply lie in bed together. She still manages to force two spoons of cough syrup before he passes out in bed and as Aurora leaves, eyes filled with worry and sadness, she grabs Clarke’s hand and squeezes it tight.

“This new job...” she says “I’m worried about him.”

“Don’t! I’ll take care of him.” Clarke promises but the truth is that she doesn’t, not really. She knows his leg is stiff, she made him promise that he’ll let her take care of it and still all she can do that night after spending hours saving lives is lie by his side and have him pull her to his chest.

He grunts in pain, she hears him and it’s not a one time-occurance-he hurts a lot because she can tell he squirms under the blankets and suck in his breath. Her eyes water and she reaches to hold his hand in quiet support but it’s not enough, not for what he’s going through anyway.

She tries to stand up, thinks that she can force herself to get back on her feet and wrap his leg in a cold compress to take some of the swelling away but she simply falls asleep.

At some point at night, Gus wakes up and calls out for his dad, she hears Bellamy talk to him and lift him up, settling the kid between the two of them. Gus buries his nose in his dad’s side and his back in Clarkes.

Despite everything, all the pain and misery, all the worries and complications, all the stress they went through in just one day, she thinks that this-being in bed with her favorite people, well...this must’ve been what her dad always wanted for her-happiness.

[sometimesrosy]

The 100 Rewatch 2023 Liveblog 1.08

Day Trip

Oh boy! The memories. This is the beginning of Bellarke for me.

We are going to post like men here. No editing. Forgive my typos. I touch type as i go and i may be fast but i'm not that accurate. I will remember to do a read more this time though. Because this is long.

We open with beefcake Lincoln strung up for torture. Honestly. That's rude. It's not sexy just because he's hot.

Miller told the dead kids parents the news that their kids were murdered by grounders. He wants "justice." and Bellamy says they're not killing him. Miller is an ass and puts mud on lLincoln and Lincoln headbutts him. LOL.

Talking to the Ark they want Clarke to find an emergency shelter for supplies. Diana Sydney is like nah. We're about to come down, the baby kids should stay put. Now Jaha is trying to get Clarke back with her mom but she blames him for betraying her dad, too.

Oh Dax is going to talk to "his parents" and it's Shumway to proposition him into murder. Just like he did Bellamy. But this time he wants B dead. Dax already beat a man to death. He's one of the murderers they talked about.

Now B and O are arguing about Lincoln. B is calling him an animal. Knock that off, kid.

Clarke wants to take Bellamy for the supply run at the depot. And he's suspicious. "I don't feel like being around anyone I actually like." Which he gets because hello Octavia.

Jasper and MOnty with grim humor. Don't worry about the grounder revenge. Byt the time they get here we'll be dead of hypothermia.

Ugh Clarke and Finn being all "I'll take care of you." ANd Raven is right there. "She's a big girl she can take care of herself." Then in comes Bellamy. ooh Finn is jealous. Bellamy is taking all the rations and Clarke is suspicious. "A lot can happen in a day." Foreshadowing. Sneaky Dax follows them out of the camp.

Miller goes to talk to Roma's parents and O sneaks up to Lincoln. She gives him water. Neat little canteen made out of what? Parachute? more beefcake as she cleans up his washboard abs and he is like smelling her or whatever. Y'all I don't like kidnapping/torture as a start to a romance. But this is better than most because he originally kidnapped her to keep her safe and she's trying to stop the torture.

He tells her his name because he wants her to remember him after he dies. "This only ends one way." Because he IS the enemy.

Clarke and Bellamy in the woods. I remember this. Bellarke in the wild. Bellamy is really feeling guilt and fear over the Jaha attempted murder.

Raven and Octabia in Camp. O is a mess. WOW they are catty to each other. O says "It must suck to come down here and find out your boyfriend is into someone else." OUCH. True but OUCH. Why is she so mean when she grew up with only two supportive people? Yes she should be messed up but should she be a meangirl?

Raven wants to do Finn and Finn wants to talk. "Something happened." She knows and she doesn't want to talk about it ever. She asks if he loves her "Always." I am puking. Stop kissing him. He's awful. Ew. She has the worst taste in men i swear. She NEVER got a good romantic partner. (Princess Mechanic)

Clarke finds a door Bellamy smacks it with his axe. Down they go into the bowels. Mummified bodies. The place is disgusting. No supplies. Boo. Ooh some orange blankets. Bellamy is mad there's no canteen or medkit or decent fricking tent.

A barrel full of oil. Bellamy temper boy kicks it over and VIOLA OMG GUNS. HUGE BELLAMY SMILE

Monty is tripping. Fermented nuts?Or hallucinogenic. Now Jasper is tripping but it's not as nice as Monty's trip. He sees grounders everywhere. Scary. He runs to O for help. She figures out that he's on something. HE tells her he loves her. She figures it's the nuts. She gives him an anti-grounder stick so the grounders won't be able to see him. "Makes sense."

We could have used more of that O in the bunker in season 5.

She gives Miller the hallucinogenic nuts. Lincoln knows.

:Ready to be a bad ass Clarke?" She doesn't want the guns but she knows they need them. SO he offers her shooting lessons.

Oooh. He reaches around her and touches her shoulder, his voice gets smoky and steps back from her. I forgot about the sexiness of that. Watch and learn. He tries to shoot and his bullets are duds.

"Still watching." smirky flirting. She shoots and BOOM. She likes it. B likes it htat she likes it. She's being responsible. "You left miller in charge of the grounders. You must trust him." He wants her to keep him close and she's like. OMG you're gonna run. He thinks the Ark are gonna kill him when they come down. O hates him, so he's leaving.

Tells her to keep practicing. He needs some air. THat was a SHORT scene. To base our Bellarke fantasies on for seven years.

Now he's tripping Jaha. Nightmare land coming up. "I did what I had to do." But Jaha calls him out for all his sins. Now he sees the 320 culling victims. Bellamy can't defend himself against that. All his guilt. He really feels it. Oooh. Sooky. All the dead people calling him murder and coming through the wilderness at him.

Now Clarke is tripping. She's back her jail cell in the Ark. See her dad.

Everyone in the deinguent camp is tripping and one kid is stripping so O takes his clothes.

Raven and Finn are naked in bed. M0nty pops in."I can't change the tide if the moon won't cooperate. It's basic physics."

Clarke realizes her dad vision is not real. The dad vision wants her to forgive her mom. Poor baby clarke is so young here. Everyone's counting on her and it's so hard. She's feeling guilt about torturing Lincoln. Dad says she did the best she could. This is the beginning of Clarke learning about forgiveness and why she could forgive Bellamy and Lxa and all those people.

NOW dad vision calls her a crazy bitch and turns into Dax.

O frees Lincoln. Gives him delinquent clothes.He thinks this will put her in danger. That's because he's a grounder and they are barbarians and would kill someone for doing what she's doing. Jobi nuts go bad and cause vision. So he can sneak out.

He kisses O.

Yo. You should really find a girl your own age man. She's what? 16? 17 at most.

Most beautiful broom in a broom closet of brooms. Raven taking care of the kids. Even Finn is taking care of the kids until he sees Lincoln escaping. He's like get on outta here. Which is, I have to give Finn his due, the best thing he does in a while. He forgives Lincolnd for stabbing him.

Bellamy bad tripping on his 'murder victims' He wants them to kill him. Jaha beats him up. "I can't fight any more." "don't you know? LIfe is a fight." "What am I supposed to do?""Live breathe suffer. if you want the peace of death you're going to have to earn it. You think you dserve to be free of your pain? You think you deserve that gift?"

But actually, the Jaha beating him up is Dax. "You shoulda stayed down there clarke I tried not to kill you. But Shumaway said no witnesses."

Walk away now and I won't kill you. You're choice. His gun misfires as he aims at clarke and Bellamy charges him. Fight. Dax has him on the ground. Clarke charges Dax and he slams her in the gut with the butt. B picks up a bullet and slams it into Dax's jugular. Not coincidentally the place where Clarke stabbed Atom to mercy kill him. A nice little callback.

Dax is gone, B and C are up against the tree. "Are you okay?" Clarke asks?

No I'm not. If my mother she knew what I'd done, who I am? She raised me to be better to be good and all I do is hurt people. I'm a monster."

"Hey you saved my life today. And you may be a total ass half the time, but... I need you."

The look on his face as he looks at her.

"We all need you. None of us would have survived if it weren't for you.

He looks away.

She tells him to come back with him. You have to face it. He says "Like you faced your mom."

You're right. I don't want to face my mom. I don't want to face any of it." She is obsessed with keeping everyone alie.

Why is the music so romantic right now?

Can we figure it out later?

Whenever you're ready.

Bullshit you didn't write this as romantic.

O is pretending that she got high too. She did not. Good cover. Miller says the grounder is gone. Jasper panics.

Bellamy is back. "LEt the grounders come" He's tired of being afraid. Looks at Clarke and they both drop the guns. Finn looks unhappy.

Team Bellarke. Leaders. Friends. Soulmates.

The story has just changed.

O is looking out into the woods. B comes up and gives her an oragne blanket. She takes it. "I don't expec tyou to forgive me but you'll have to find a way to live with me because I'm not going anywhere.

Clarke calls him in to speak to Jaha. B knows O helped the grounder escape. She says it wasnt her and thanks him for the blanket.

Jaha.

CLarke. When you sent us down here, you sent us to die, but miraculaously most of us are still alive and in large part that is because of bellamy." She wants him pardoned like the rest of them.

Bellamy doesn't depend on his better nature. He says "If you wnat to know who wants you dead." Jaha pardons him and asks for who gave him the gun.

Cut to Shumway being arrested. Kane is angry. Shumway thinks he's fighting for what he believes but won't say what that is.

Clarke checks Finn's wound and Finn tries to guilt her about the guns. And he tries to say that Bellamy is the real danger. Clarke TRUSTS him. Finn is horrified. That's because he knows B is his rival. "You and Bellamy are leading us down a dangerous road. I wish you'd talked to me about it first." WHEN was finn the leader? Fucking asswipe. She is like "I wish we talked about a lot of things."

Diana Sydney comes to Shumway and Diana has him killed.

I honestly do sympathize with Diana Sydney's position but she's such a horrible character (dare I say horrible actress I hate her D:) and her plans are so horrible that she, who should have been the good guy, becomes the bad guy. I'm usually for the proletariat, but Diana was vicious and stupid and mean and her plans were bad and unethical and selfish.

[ao3feed-the100]

Touching

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EdIG6ta

by Jeanie205

What if, shortly after communications were established with the Ark, Clarke and Bellamy learned that the Ark’s trip to the ground would be delayed and that for a while they’d be on their own? And what if no one was hunting them or attacking them, and they had time to build their own community? And what if, in the midst of all this peaceful community-building, Clarke and Bellamy had the space to realize exactly how they felt about one another?

Words: 11785, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Bellamy Blake, other The 100 characters have very minor roles in this story

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Clarke Griffin

Additional Tags: Bellarke, Season 1 canon divergence, What would happen if the Ark didn’t come to the ground for a year?, but this is a romance story, Not an adventure story, inspired by some beautiful fanart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/EdIG6ta

[ninappon]

Good evening!

Just finished 'We Are Grounders part 2', and I tried to watch it with fresh eyes and that season finale was sooo good you guys! The dropship battle, the ark coming down and then the mountain men coming in there at the end. These were the good times!

It's always fun when you do a rewatch and you discover something new about a show. A couple of days ago I watched 'I Am Become Death' and realized I recognized one of the nameless delinquents: Manny Jacinto from The Good Place. This was probably a known fact that he was in the 100 but it was news to me lol. For those of you who are doing a rewatch, have you noticed something new this time around?

Thank you for the tags @togetherkru, @carrieeve and @travllingbunny. You guys already have spring creeping in 😍 we're still probably a month away before we can really start expecting the weather to turn for the better, even though some small spring flowers are poking their heads out of the ground. Stef, I hope you get an easier time with everything soon. If you ever need to unload, I'm a good listener and I'm here for you 😘 Ivana, love seeing your furry family :) I hope you watched some great films at the festival!

May you all have a great week @natassakar, @roguetwelve, @infp-with-all-the-feelings, @bookwormforalways, @heartbellamy, @moreflowersthanweeds, @igotbellarkeforthat, @pendragaryen, @brightblakes, @geekyogicheese, @okmcintyre, @jeanie205 and all the rest of you wonderful mutuals and bellarke shoppers 😘

Good evening to all Sunflowerkru! Here are a few blossoms from my garden to prove to you that spring is on its way ;-). I take the same pictures every year, but whatevever. Each time, I am always so amazed XD. And I'm absolutely sorry but my life is so complicated right now that I couldn't find the time on Sunday to do the rewatch episode 12 of season 1 with all of you. Even tomorrow I don't think I can do it…. I'll catch up at the end of the week...But I love seeing your gifs and comments, so get to it!

Tagging/sending much love to : @pendragaryen, @natassakar @geekyogicheese, @infp-with-all-the-feelings, @kizo2703, @carrieeve, @ninappon, @roguetwelve, @immortalpramheda, @jeanie205, @bellamyblake, @gaiagalit, @isweartobreathe, @igotbellarkeforthat @travllingbunny, @gabbagabbadoo , @okmcintyre , @heartbellamy @astridandoddsandends and a special thought to @julibernardo