bellamyblakesbeard
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for better and for worse doesn't start with marriage by bellamyblakesbeard
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
24 Jun 2018
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Bellamy asks for help with financial aid and in return, he falls in love with Clarke Griffin.
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a collection of prompts, because we're gonna start 2018 off right.
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But I'm Still Hanging onto The Memories That You Left by bellamyblakesbeard
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
02 Oct 2017
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Post-Season 4 finale, kind of.
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Bellamy struggles with the thought of his beloved princess dead.
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have a prompt? send it to me @ princessofassguard.tumblr.com (;
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Clarke raises an eyebrow at him and he thinks that she looks cute, and he gets that feeling again; that if she was a part of his generation, of his time, he would’ve married her.
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It's simple, really. Bellamy is a lonely ghost and Clarke happens to give him company.Under less than ideal circumstances though.
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*~ BFWA Best Angst Work Semi-Finalist 2019~* and *~BFA Best Canon WIP Finalist 2020~*
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When Clarke runs away at the end of season 2, instead of going north, she goes south, and stays gone for seven months. When she returns, she's not alone.
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“He’s not mine,” she whispered.
“What?” Bellamy’s stomach turned.
Clarke stared into his eyes, keeping her voice quiet and desperate. “Please, Bellamy. You don’t understand. The grounders believe in purifying their bloodlines. I don’t know what they’d do if they knew I saved him… they’d say I interfered. They'd take him. I don’t know if... some of them might even want him dead.”
“Clarke, I don’t-”
She grabbed his hand and held it tight, checking over her shoulder. “Listen, okay. I’m his mother now, and I always will be, but he wasn’t always mine, Bellamy. I found him.”
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22 Nov 2018
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Bellamy and Clarke meet by chance, and move in together by choice. How they come together is not fate, though. There is no such thing.
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“You need a place to stay?” Her voice is barely a whisper, but it catches his attention nonetheless. For a minute, he can only look at her, the silence enveloping them as their eyes explore each other. She can see infinite galaxies within his.
She’s never been more serious about anything.
(or: this is the story of an artist and a writer that find their lost inspiration in each other...)
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Bookmarked by bellamyblakesbeard
22 Nov 2018
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Clarke Griffin has always scoffed at the idea of soulmates. And it isn’t until college when she meets hers — grumpy, scruffy, and totally stubborn Bellamy Blake. However, luck is on her side since it turns out he’s not too interested in them either. The biggest problem is that she hadn’t even meant to tell him, but it’s too late for that now. So they decide to just be friends and not worry about their matching marks on their bodies that mark them as destined to be together.
Clarke’s never tried to battle fate before, but she’s determined to pull this off. Now if only the universe can cooperate with her.
Bookmarked by bellamyblakesbeard
22 Nov 2018
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An idea I had while rewatching Firefly, kinda based on the episode Shindig, but you definitely don't have to have watched it to read this, because I really took this in its own direction.
When they touch down on the new planet, the leaders throw a ball in their honour, which involves Clarke in a dress getting all the attention she deserves, Bellamy being very jealous and doing a terrible job of concealing it, and possibly getting into a fight over Clarke, so... everyone's fantasy?
Just mine?
Cool.
Bookmarked by bellamyblakesbeard
22 Nov 2018
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The ceremony is surreal, like an out of body experience. She walks up a makeshift aisle, the crowd parting to watch her, to take her measure. She’s aware a priest of some sort says words that hush the crowd, but she can’t understand them. She throws a glance over her shoulder, where her mother is bleary eyed but stone faced. She shakes her head almost imperceptibly but she doesn’t interrupt or object. She knows their survival hinges on this.
She turns back to the priest, barely glancing at the man next to her, but his presence feels overwhelming. His breathing is even, he doesn’t fidget like she suddenly realises she is. He smells a bit spicy, a little heavy. Foreign. She nearly jumps when he shifts on his feet and brushes against her arm, the heat of him searing her skin.
Her eyes are firmly fixed ahead as the priest starts proceedings, as he chants prayers that she can’t decipher. She can only pick out certain words, and they all make her blood still in her veins. Death, fight, blood. If there is a word for love in trigedasleng she doesn't know it.
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22 Nov 2018