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Rated T | Complete | 8.5k words | Read on AO3 (link in the first reblog)

Clarke and Bellamy have a good thing going. Or, maybe not good considering she hated his guts, but their relationship (if she could even call it that) was steady, stable, and predictable. Clarke refused to let that change, no matter how good he looked in his Halloween costume.

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WHEN THE WOLVES COME HOME

bellarke / percy jackson & the olympians au fanfiction for @bellarkebigbang

art is by the lovely @goddess-clarke​

Rated M | Multi-chapter | Incomplete | Read on AO3 (the links are in the reblogs)

In a world filled with monsters trying to kill him, demigod enemies, and angry Greek deities, it was remarkable that the second most screwed up thing to happen in Bellamy’s life was meeting Clarke Griffin.

When he left the world of Greek gods behind, he had no intentions of ever returning. No more quests, no more ties to Olympus, and no more pain.

The mission changed that.

Seven years after he left Camp Half-Blood, he’s pulled right back in—all because of her.

As they travel across the country to a place that should’ve been home for both of them but never was, they will have to face demons from pasts they’ve tried to run from and confront truths they were never meant to discover.

And, whether Bellamy and Clarke like it or not, they are going to have to do it together.

DEEP END OF OUR LITTLE OCEAN

Rated T | Complete | 27k words | Read on AO3 (the link is in the reblogs)

Most people look at their soulmarks and see hope, and life, and love.

Bellamy looks at his and sees a death sentence.

With his birthday quickly approaching and no hope for finding his soulmate, he resigns himself to living out the last of his days with his sister on an oil rig at sea.

And then he meets Clarke.

WHEN THE WOLVES COME HOME

a sneak peek of my bellarke / percy jackson & the olympians au fanfiction for @bellarkebigbang

“Clarke,” he breathed, his voice already wrecked. She was staring at him, her eyes dark and her lips parted. It took everything in him to keep his eyes firmly locked on hers and to stop himself from closing the distance between them. “Clarke, listen to me.”

“I’m listening.”

He was momentarily distracted by her lips, and by the way her shallow breaths ghosted along his skin, and the way he could feel her heart pounding against her chest.

Their eyes locked.

“I need you to think really hard on something, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“You called me smart earlier, Bellamy. Where’s that confidence now? Don’t think I can handle it?” She grinned widely at him and his chest tightened.

He almost hated himself for the question he was going to ask - if his hunch was right, then she wouldn’t be smiling this widely afterwards.

“What day is it?”

She inched back from him the slightest bit. The smile instantly wiped from her face. Her gaze grew distant. “I- What? What do you mean?”

Bellamy watched her closely. Her forehead creased. She blinked rapidly a few times.

He took this as a good sign.

“What day is it?” he pressed, his words coming out slower than before. “Really think, okay? What is the date?”

She looked at him in confusion. “Why?”

“Just answer.”

“But-”

“Clarke. Answer.”

She dropped her arms from around his neck and took a few steps away from him. She shook her head, making her hair bounce around her face.

He tried again.

“Clarke. The date. What is it?”

Their eyes locked again. His palms were slick with sweat. His heart was thudding rapidly in his chest.

“July 28th. Right? Or is it July 27th? I- wait. No. It’s the 28th.” She stared at Bellamy for a long moment, studying the way his expression completely fell. “Why?”

Dionysus’ words came back to him. ‘Lotus Hotel is a beacon; the building draws you in and you want to stay. And, you know black holes; time runs differently in them.’

Time ran differently inside the hotel.

His stomach rolled. Dread swept through him.

Clarke placed a hand on his forearm, jarring him from his thoughts. “Bellamy? What is it? What’s-”

His eyes locked onto hers. He couldn’t explain it, but his chest grew tight with emotion and his breath stuttered.

“Clarke,” he said slowly. Bellamy attempted to keep his voice even and calm, which was a nearly impossible task. He was terrified, and angry, and- “Wake up.”

Her lip curled in annoyance. “Rude, much? I am awake. Gods-”

“I mean it.” He stepped closer to her. “Look at me. Look. I need you to focus.”

Clarke scoffed. “What’s your damage? I am up!”

“It isn’t July, Clarke. It’s September. Alright? You get that? September.” The annoyance was slowly melting from her expression, but her eyes weren’t shifting with understanding. “You’ve been in here for longer than you think.”

“That- That’s impossible.”

“It’s possible.” He quickly changed tactics. “You said ‘gods’ earlier. You remember? You-”

“Of course I remember!” she snapped, heatedly. She narrowed her eyes. It was a stark difference from the soft touches and heated glances they were sharing only minutes ago.

“What were you referring to then?” he pressed. “You said ‘gods.’ What did you mean?”

“I don’t know,” she bit, “it’s just a saying.”

Bellamy blew out a steadying breath and tried again. “We both know it isn’t a saying. Listen to me. The Greek gods are real and we live among them. Did you know that?”

He watched as her expression went blank. Her eyes grew glassy.

He kept pressing.

“You’re the granddaughter of one of them. Your father, he was the son of one. He’s a demigod.” Bellamy racked his brain. “Jake. His name is Jake, right? You remember him?”

Clarke was growing pale. Her hands were shaking at her sides. “Dad?”

“Yes, your dad.” He didn’t chase her as she stumbled backwards. He could see she needed air to breathe, space to think, and a wall to clutch to keep upright. “Greek mythology is real - all the stories and the legends and heroes and monsters.”

The more he talked, the more pieces of the puzzle he put together himself.

“This hotel is a trap,” Bellamy explained. “It’s a beacon for the descendants of the gods. It draws us in and keeps us there forever. I should’ve realized before - it’s the home of the lotus-eaters.” It all made sense now. “In ancient times, the lotus-eaters would capture innocent people and keep them prisoner with the use of a lotus flower with apathetic properties.”

“I don’t-” Clarke shook her head. “I don’t understand. What’s happening? What-”

“You’ve been trapped here for months.” He could sense he was almost there - he could tell that she was so close to getting it. He gave one final push. “It’s time to wake up, Clarke. It’s time we go back home.”

im very excited to post this fic in June! the art by @goddess-clarke for this fic is FANTASTIC as well 💜 be sure to check out the event’s page to see more sneak peaks of the awesome work being done for this event!

Rated T | Complete | 3.8k words | Read on AO3 (the link is in the reblogs)

“New plan. You go. We’ll stay here.”

“As long as our friends are out there, she won’t risk their lives.”

“That’s why these two are staying with us and you are going with her.”

or: Bellamy goes with Clarke to the farmhouse.

OUR KINGDOM AWAITS

Rated T | One-short (3.6k words) | Complete | Read on AO3 (link in the first reblog!)

“When they said the human species would transcend, they meant all of us. And we all chose to come back.”

or - the one where Clarke and Bellamy are reunited.

a 7x16 fix-it fic

Written for @bellarkebingo

PAINT ME IN TRUST

Bellarke | Harry Potter AU

Rated E | Multi-chapter | Complete | Read on AO3

Clarke is on the run. It's 1997 in Britain, during the height of the Second Wizarding War. Voldemort is wreaking havoc in the Wizarding World, fear is weighing heavily on everyone, and anyone who doesn’t side with the Dark Lord is in danger.

Clarke was expected to side with him. She’s from a pureblood family that has decades tangled with the Dark Arts, after all. But, she didn’t.

So, she ran.

Somehow, she finds her way to a safe house where she meets with other wizards and witches on the run.

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All Bellamy wanted to do was keep his sister safe. Instead of saving her, he’s stuck in a safe house with her. She’s a Slytherin and the daughter of a Death Eater. He doesn’t trust Clarke; why should he?

Now, he’s stuck with her as they roam around the country, looking for places to stay safe and stay hidden. He quickly realizes that things could be worse. And… maybe Clarke isn’t as bad as he thought.

Glass Heart Hymn

fanart inspired by a fic by @important-metaphors​ for @bellarkebigbang​

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Modern AU. Bellamy, formerly Clarke’s guardian angel, lands on Earth and is suddenly left to deal with one of the most challenging aspects of existence: his human side.

As a waiter in a beachside bar-restaurant no less.

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