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Things I Want in the Final Season of the 100 That Wont Happen

Well the roller-coaster that is the 100 is coming into its final season which leaves me very sad that one of favourite shows in ending, but also curious about the things that will be wrapped up and the things that will be glossed over now that it’s coming to an end. Then I thought to myself; ‘What things do I really want to see before it ends and how likely are they to happen?’ So, here are just a few to start off with, with probably more to be written about later as the promo stuff comes out probably in 2020:

1.The most obvious thing I WANT: Bellarke to happen and be endgame. Shocked? Why, it’s obvious I’m a Bellarke shipper, what are you nuts?! Yes, I really hope that they have Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin to finally be able to be together after the 131 years its been teased. I cannot tell you how much I love these two, so I wont go into everything, but if they just built up these two and their relationship and support and love for each other just to slap them with a ‘Platonic’ label in the end…there will be no end to how pissed I will be for their waste of one of my favourite tv/movie couples ever. If the show doesn’t end with Bellamy, Clarke and Madi as a family with Bellarke being co-leaders as voted by Wonkru (if possibly not Spacekru) and possibly also having a few little Griffin-Blake bubs to be acknowledged ala the end of the original Charmed, then they have done a huge disservice to their fan-base and I probably wont trust anything they (a certain someone in particular) again since they’ve teased and recanted so many times, it’s just ridiculous at this point.

2.I want Wonkru to vote for their new leader, and I want that leader to be Clarke. They revered Wanheda for taking down the Mountain when their own Heda made deals with the monsters who used her people as disposable blood bags for 40ish years. Clarke went into the City of Light and shut it down, finding out about the 2nd end of the world in the process which is the only reason any of them survived it. SHE survived Praimfaya and even managed to find Madi, the last Nightblood, and raised her on her own. She may have betrayed Bellamy and took Madi to the Valley and sided with McCreary (which to be fair was her only option other than DEATH at the time) but she was also the only reason Raven didn’t bomb Wonkru and Spacekru to save herself and Shaw and overthrew and killed McCreary. Add to that now that Clarke survived a procedure no-one else had in 250+ years, she fought against an immortal ‘God’ and won back control over her own body, fooled the other ‘Gods’ into thinking she was one of them, stopped them from wiping the minds of everyone still in Cryo, helped Madi take control from Sheidheda and got rid of the mind-wiping serum and about half of the Primes in the process and…I’m going to say Wanheda had probably never looked so fierce and badass before and that’s saying something.

Grounders respect strength, but I think they (Indra and Gaia especially) also realise that it’s not just strength they’ll need on the new world, it’s compassion and Clarke has consistently had that in spades. Don’t agree? Then rewatch the series and note down the people who have betrayed/mistreated/more or less spat in Clarke’s face that she’s not only forgiven but also usually turned into allies, I’ll wait. Hold on, no I wont it would take too long. Anyway, even when her own people use her as their verbal punching bag (repeatedly. Looking at you Raven) she rarely retaliated or lashed out back, usually just getting a pained look before shrugging it off and moving forward. I want Wonkru to want Clarke as their leader…and I want her to say no at first. I want her to have to be talked into it, not because she doesn’t want to help etc but because at this point she’s just bloody tried and grieving and probably just wants to take a breath! Add to that she probably doesn’t think she’s the kind of leader they want/need when not in war. I want Indra, Gaia and Miller to include her in meeting about what to do next, to ask and value her input/suggestions while giving their own. I want them to be sneaky, and kind of ease her into the position when she’s just thinking their having a general discussion. I want Clarke to try and push Bellamy as their leader, and end up having them be co-leaders because of course they are. Add to that, I don’t want Spacekru to be a part of these discussions at first, maybe only being treated like workers instead of key decision makers.

3.Tied to the above, I want Spacekru to have the rug pulled out from under them. Now don’t get me wrong, as a whole I really like most of the members of Spacekru, but their continued “we’re better than everyone else” schtick grated my nerves all season 6. Their actions in season 5 are just as responsible for McCreary destroying the Earth as anyone else’s, they were the ones to put him in charge in the first place for crying out loud!, but they don’t hold themselves at all accountable, instead heaping all the blame on the easy target: Clarke. Was Clarke blameless for what happened in season 5? Hell no! But Spacekru acting like they had no part in it and using Clarke as their verbal punching bag (again) for a good chunk of season 6 was bull. Add to that, that 5 out of 8 of them have tried to kill Clarke in the last 3 weeks (ok, Emori would have been counted as a half but she did kind of applaud Murphy helping Clarke’s murderers as ‘the survivors move’ and only told Bellamy about Clarke being alive because of her loyalty to him/Spacekru not because she actually cared about Clarke really so…yep. Oh and since Raven watching and doing nothing to stop Echo kill Clarke would make her an accessory in most legal systems I’m counting her just as culpable and guilty of Echo almost killing Clarke) them being aghast at the Primes for doing the same is pretty funny (except Bellamy, poor lamb).

So, yes, now that Wonkru (especially Indra, our droll queen of not taking any bullshit!) is in Sanctum too I kind of want Spacekru to puff themselves up, thinking they’re awesome for ‘handling’ the Prime problem and then…I don’t know, be put on trial for their actions against Wanheda and Madi? Before the ranting and raving begins, just hear me out (and take note that I’m already writing a fanfic where this happens): say what you want about Wonkru and the Grounders, they’ve always had a hell of a lot more gratitude and respect for Clarke/Wanheda than her own people have, as stated in point 2. Add to that, that Gaia and Miller witnessed for themselves that Spacekru’s actions largely made the situation worse, again, and Murphy and Raven telling Russell about the bone-marrow solution to save themselves from being burned alive (thanks, Echo), putting Madi in a huge amount of danger in the process. I want the prisoners to kind of get in on it too, a bit. I want them to tell Wonkru about Spacekru’s actions in the Valley and how they pretty much tripped ass backwards into putting McCreary in charge and undermining everything Bellamy and Clarke were trying to do to bring about a truce at the time. I also want (and this is going to set SO MANY people off!!) the prisoners to tell Indra about what they overheard on the radio on the night before the world burned. I want them to tell Indra and the others about how close Clarke came to being murdered to ‘avenge Bellamy’ and that it was Madi that stopped Echo from killing Clarke, while Raven and Shaw stood back and did nothing. I want it to come out that even after Echo tried to kill her, Clarke protected her from McCreary killing her, TWICE, for the man Echo would have killed her to avenge even though Clarke though he was dead. I want all this information to come out at ‘trial’, maybe even have a recording of the radio in Clarke’s pocket as proof and Emori, Murphy and Bellamy to find out right before they’re led away to wait for deliberation. I want Bellamy to fight between using his heart and his head as his view of his family is rocked with the new information as he puzzles out which version of them was on the Ring: who they were or who they needed to be to survive, and whether he could trust them off the Ring. Dun Dun DUNNN!!

4.I want Becho to break-up (obviously, see point 1) but I want it to come after a few things are revealed. Look, as a character I don’t have anything against Echo on the whole but she is a character where we’re told one thing: that she’s changed on the Ring and is a ‘good guy’ now, and (in my opinion) we’re shown another: she still betrays her allies to further her own goals (turning in Shaw against Raven’s wishes, baiting and belittling, and eventually killing, Ryder), still goes behind her leaders back and goes too far to try and get them what they want by means they’d never agree to (going undercover in the Conclave to cheat which got her banished by Roan, trying to kill Clarke in front of Madi to ‘avenge’ Bellamy). I mean she herself pretty much said that she hasn’t changed when she stabbed and killed an unarmed, outnumbered Ryker while stating “Hesitation is death.” Which was Nia’s creed which Echo is seen once again embracing. The only time she even attempts to be ‘the good guy’ is in front of Bellamy, and even then her first response is usually ‘we need to fight our way out’ to pretty much every situation. I know a lot of people say that they think that Echo will realise Bellamy is still in love with Clarke and graciously step aside, but honestly that seems a bit out of character. Echo has pined for Bellamy since before Praimfaya and when you factor in her possibly feeling like her place in their family being threatened if she’s no longer Bellamy’s girlfriend I can’t really see Echo giving up without a fight. I want Bellamy to really try and figure out who and what he wants and fight for it, but still let Echo down easy and reassuring her that she’s still family. And then a little bit of time to let things settle and mourn what they had even if it ends somewhat amicably (Spacekru will probably be pissed).

5.Now onto something lighter: I want more Bellamy and Madi bonding! Let’s be honest here, Bellamy has been a papa-bear since season 1 (which was why it really threw me when he was so ready and willing to turn Madi into a child soldier with the Flame, but moving on) and I really want to see Bellamy and Madi to spend time together; Madi telling Bellamy stories about her and Clarke’s time in the Valley and wanting to hear Bellamy’s stories about his and Clarke’s time together before Praimfaya. I want Madi to tell Bellamy that he and Octavia were routinely the heroes of Clarke’s stories and for him to be shocked (and a little saddened) that Clarke didn’t see herself as a hero. I want Madi to be kind of enamoured with him, since he was pretty much the only one (besides Monty and Harper) who lived up to the stories Clarke told her growing up and because he risked everything to save Clarke. I want Bellamy to kind of embrace his unofficial role as father-figure, telling her stories of mythology and history, spending time with her while her bone-marrow grows back and she’s in isolation. Controversial: (like this whole thing isn’t that already) I want there to be a point where it gets to be too much and Madi loses it. Where her almost losing Clarke, and fighting Sheidheda in her head and being tied down and having her bone marrow take without her consent to catch-up with her and she just breaks down and sobs her heart out. And I don’t want Clarke to be there to comfort her. I want Bellamy to be there and help her through it; telling her it’s ok to still feel the pain of the almost loss and that it’s ok to not always be strong for Clarke’s sake so she doesn’t worry. I want Bellamy and Madi to sit together as they grieve the horrible almost that would have taken Clarke from them. Oh, and I want her to teach him to spear fish.

6. Now this, I know is DEFINITELY not going to happen: I want Murphy and Raven to have to earn Clarke’s forgiveness/friendship. Say what you will about Clarke’s actions in season 5, both Murphy and Raven would be dead dozens of times over throughout the series if it wasn’t for Clarke. Hell, Bellamy almost killed Murphy at least 3 times at the Dropship in season 1 and was only stopped by Clarke’s intervention. Like I said, say what you will but Murphy actively helped Josephine to not only try to stop Spacekru/Wonkru (though mainly Bellamy, lets be honest) from retaliating for Clarke’s murder by the Primes, he would have helped Josephine erase Clarke from her own damn head if Emori hadn’t gone behind his back and told Bellamy about it. And Raven? Raven stood back and did nothing to stop Echo from trying to kill her in front of Madi, because she thought she was justified and then played the victim when Clarke had an actual plan and didn’t just lay down and die like they planned. She told Clarke the only difference between her and Blodreigna was Blodreigna didn’t pretend to feel bad about the things she’d done. Raven and Murphy were the main ones (but not the only ones) who more or less called Clarke a monster and treated her like she was nothing. They were the ones who told Russell about the Nighblood solution being made from bone-marrow (even after Raven watched Kane kill himself, taking the safer-to-make Nightblood solution with him so the Primes couldn’t create more Nightbloods) and Raven talked Abby into taking the marrow from Madi. In general we got a lot of Clarke bashing from Murphy and Raven this past season and even though I KNOW they’ll just have Clarke overlook them mistreating her because that’s what she does, I really wish that they’d have Murphy and Raven show some self-awareness and pull their heads out of their arses and actually make an effort towards Clarke for once, instead of only showing any care, friendship or compassion towards her when they need her to make another impossible decision, if then.

7.Fluff alert: I want Bellamy to be a bit nervous about Clarke finding out about the deal he made with the Primes. I want him to tear himself up a bit with the guilt of not telling her, maybe made worse by Murphy ‘teasing’ him about it, before caving and admitting it to Clarke, ashamed that he made a deal with her murderers to overlook her death for resources and help. I want her to grab his hand of some kind of physical contact before she tells him she knew all about it. I want him to be shocked and appalled that she didn’t seem upset and that she should hate him. I want her to smile at him, and tell him she had been upset at first, but could never hate him for that. That she had been proud of him, just like she was after Praimfaya. I want fluffiness, tears and forgiveness!!!

8.Octavia? Yeah, she’s not dead.

9.I swear to GOD if they make Jordan another Jasper, there will be riots in the bloody streets, you hear me?! RIOTS!!

That’s all I can think of from the top of my head but before anyone asks; yes, a few of these are very specific because I’ve already written scenes that cover all of these that I will be incorporating into my season 7 spec fic of ‘things that will probably never happen’ that I’ll put on AO3 and FF.net at some point in the coming months.

If you don’t agree with something I’ve written above, then that’s all well and good and you’re entitled to your opinion as much as I am. However, please refrain from spewing hate into my inbox because…well I honestly don’t care if you agree with me or not. This is simply my OPINION of what I’D like to see, that I’ve stated multiple times that I honestly don’t hold out hope on the whole that any (besides number 1, 8 and 9) will end up happening.

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@superhero-forhire 's Sleep Deprived, Boredom Induced, The 100 Hiatus 2019/2020 Fic Rec Masterpost(wow that's a long title)

Ok guys, so for no other reason than it's currently 2:30am and I'm bored and apparently not sleeping, I have decided to put together a list of some of the best fics (in my opinion) this fandom has to offer! And as we are currently at the beginning of what is going to be a very long and excruciating (and our last) hiatus, I figure there's no better way to get through it than with some quality reading material.

(This list will be mostly Bellarke and Clarke Griffin Centric)

So without further ado, here is a (somewhat) complete list of my all time Favorite t100 Fanfics, as they are listed/sorted in my bookmarks

First up

Special Collection:

Reach Out (Touch Me) by ParadiseAvenger

When a hot spring was discovered near the camp, Clarke was excited to use it to soothe her aching muscles and escape from the pressure of holding so many lives in her hands. As it turned out, she wasn't the only one.

Meet Me in the Morning by monroeslittle

“I guess one of us is messed up,” he said, “and it’s part of our hallucination that the other is, too.” He paused. “Seems appropriately hellish that my mind sticks me with you.”

She pursed her lips. “Likewise.”

AU. Clarke is trapped in a stupid time loop, and guess who's trapped with her?

Love is Not a Whisper (or a weakness) by monroeslittle

"There was a strange, muffled snap, and the tentacle around her middle was retracted. The hold on her ankle was gone, and Bellamy was pulling her up through the water. She began to pump her arms, and they broke the surface; she gasped, and coughed.

He pressed a gun into her hand. “If you see a ripple, shoot,” he ordered."

AU. The dropship doesn't land on land. The next seven years are a little bit different.

Sing the Rage of Peleus' Son Achilles by viansian

"I have spent my entire life afraid of men thought to be gods," he finally says. "I'll tell you a secret, princess: these men? The ones who claim to be deities? Their blood isn't ichor. They bleed red like the rest of us, and sometimes they need to be reminded of that."

When the Strong Break by AJRedfern

In which Bellamy Blake teaches Marcus Kane something about desperation, loyalty and unrealised feelings.

(Or the one where Marcus Kane slowly comes to realise what we've all known since season 1)

*Ep. 302 from Kane's POV.*

And Now You're Home by asroark

She didn’t try to muffle the sounds of her crying this time. It wasn’t like anyone was around to hear it, anyway. At least if she was loud, Clarke could drown out the silence for a few moments. She cried for her friends, the ones she had already lost and the ones that might have made it up to space. She cried for her mom and for Kane. She cried for the bodies she found in the valley when she first arrived. And she cried for herself.

She didn’t hear the shuffling behind her this time. She was crying too loud to hear it. But she heard the quiet, “Are you hurt?” rumbling behind her in a deep voice, and it scared her so bad that she almost fell off the ledge and back into the water. But he stopped her from falling. His hand gripped around her wrist, pulling her back onto the ledge as she caught her breath.

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

Come Get A Hold Of Me by theinvisibledisaster

Clarke is overwhelmed by the intensity of being around a civilization after six years of solitude with Madi.

She is also very touch-starved.

Bellamy notices.

By Tomorrow We'll Be Lost by WiinterIsNotComing

“I would tell you everything,” he murmured against her skin, “if you asked.”

She swallowed and stared at the ceiling. “Even if it got you killed?”

He pulled away to look at her. “Oh Clarke.” He breathed out. “Being near you is enough to get me killed.”

An Evening I Will Not Forget by theoneinquisitor

It's his last night before deployment, and all Bellamy wants to do is make it memorable. Meeting Clarke? It's definitely something he won't forget.

Canon-Verse/Divergence:

His Arms, Her Crown by beadedslipper

A year has passed since the remainder of the original hundred escaped Mt. Weather and reunited with their comrades. Things are going well for them and they are about to celebrate their first anniversary on earth. But on the ground things never stay simple or safe for long. When Clarke is separated from the group during a routine mission how will she ever find her way back home? And how will Bellamy lead the people who need him now more than ever when all he can think about is getting his princess back?

keep me safe inside (your arms like towers) by glowinghorizons

"Bellamy looks at her, really looks at her, and reminds himself that she’s only just turned eighteen. She’s still a kid, and suddenly he’s aware of how much stronger than him she is. Only eighteen, yet she’s taken it upon herself to make sure these kids survive life on the ground.

“I trust you,” he tells her, and he’s only a little surprised to realize that it’s the complete truth."

season one AU. the 100 are sent to the ground and learn how to survive. bellamy and clarke fight to keep a peace treaty alive when the ark comes down, and find each other along the way.

You're Just Another Recovering Heart by prosciutto

Clarke’s still looking at him when he finally brings himself to turn away, her gaze impossibly soft, but it’s the way she says his name that breaks him, in the end. “Bell.”

He closes his eyes, the motion reflexive. “Letters,” he says finally, sounding absolutely wrecked, despite himself. “They’re letters I wrote to you, while you were gone.”

Bellamy gets into the habit of writing letters to the girl he left behind in the six years they’re apart. But as it turns out, Clarke’s alive, and she’s read them. (Or: the fallout of a love confession six years in the making.)

In My Dreams We Are Always Together by andsowemeetagain

100 delinquents got sent to Earth and battled for survival against the odds. They landed in Trikru territory but that is not where they stayed. After weeks of battle and war, the Sky People finally lost. They were sent to a land far away, where a group of Grounders unlike any they've met waited for them.

as moonlight through the pines by twilightstargazer

The tattoos are Bellamy’s idea.

Clarke has left her kit of ink and needles on their makeshift dining table, next to her paintings that she was letting dry. Harper came in earlier asking for a touch-up and she forgot to put them away.

Now, Bellamy’s eyes land on it and he tugs her towards it saying, “I want another tattoo.”

In the end she draws a minimalistic version of a sunset-- or sunrise, depending on how you look at it-- over the ocean, just a few straight lines for the sea and a semicircle for the sun. It’s very simple, with thick dark lines that stand out nicely from the skin.

“It could probably pass as a clan tattoo,” she says, studying it while she cleans it up. “Maybe we should give it to all our people.”

“I could give it to you,” he says, already reaching for the ink, and Clarke is sufficiently drunk enough that nothing about that sentence sets off any alarm bells in her head. “You’re my people. You need one too.”

She grins and reveals her forearm to him too, already taking a swig from the bottle in preparation. “Okay.”

or, 3 times the grounders thought they were married and one time they actually were

Parents in parenthesis by Ideasofmarch

In which Bellamy and Clarke skip the animosity faze and start straight at co-leaders - and parents, somehow - and things turn out a lot better for almost everyone involved.

or.

The ark's coming down and the council wants to combine camps. The price? Bellamy's head on a stake.

And that's one price Clarke just isn't willing to pay.

The Cure For Anything by enoughtotemptme

Anya said not to approach the Sky People, so he doesn’t. He just watches from a distance as the young, strange people pour out of the mouth of their ship. Many are his sister’s age, but none appear to have a fraction of the discipline Octavia does.

His sister is a warrior, and has been for years.

These people…

These people are children.

Stupid ones, Bellamy notes, as some fall to their knees and kiss the ground perilously close to a pile of deer droppings.

And then, he sees her.

Modern Setting:

regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all by Chash

After an argument with her mother about her unplanned pregnancy, Clarke Griffin ends up back in the small town where her father used to live, spilling her sob story to a sympathetic bartender. And then, somehow, she ends up moving in with the bartender and her brother.

I'll Be Chasing Angels All My Life by grumpybell

“Always. Night, Princess.” He hangs up and finds his mother watching him with oddly clear eyes. He swallows, uncomfortable with the look.

“Who's your princess?” Aurora asks, a smile on her lips. His princess, Bellamy pushes the thought away. Of course it would sound like that to someone who doesn't know.

“She's no one.”

“Now, I know I raised my boy not to lie to his mother,” Aurora says, mock sternly. Bellamy shifts a little, trying to think how to even begin to explain Clarke, what they are and aren't to each other.

Something Always Survives by asroark

Bellamy had been trapped in this place for over two years. He can’t even count how many cellmates he lost over that time, how many times he had to meet a new voice from a person he would never see… And, almost every time, he found himself telling them a story to help calm them down, to reassure them that everything was going to be okay, even when he knew it would never be okay. Clarke had been no different than the others until this moment.

She was the first one to ever try to comfort him in return. So, he whispered, “Okay,” and pressed his ear to the corner.

Modern AU loosely inspired by The OA where Clarke finds herself abducted and caged with four strangers as they all struggle to make sense of their captor's experiments.

Challenge Accepted by insideimfeelindirty

He doesn't even like Clarke Griffin, he's pretty sure he hates how easy everything has come to her. So imagine his surprise when he finds himself at their office party looking through dick pics on her phone.

“You can do better, Princess. In fact, I can do better.”

As soon as she turns to him with raised eyebrows and an open mouthed grin he knows he’s said too much but she’s not going to let it drop.

“Oh really, you think you can do better, Blake?”

And he's never backed down from a challenge in his life.

did you invent the airplane? because you wright for me by FrostedGemstones22

Layovers and plane malfunctions suck. That is, unless you have a sexy stranger to keep you company all the way through your travels...

Or, Bellamy and Clarke join the Mile High Club

when it all comes together by soundtracktomysoul

The four times the delinquents tried to set them up and the one time they didn't need to

The one where Jasper is a die hard Bellarke shipper and makes a group chat.

The Delinquents:

What We Built by elle_stone

What, precisely, it means to be 'Dad,' he can’t actually say. He's something more than a make-believe, playhouse version of a father figure, something less than an actual parent. It's not a role he could explain to anyone, but then, no one ever asks. Outside of their insular group, no one even knows about the old tradition, and as long as the dropship survivors stick to themselves, the status quo remains unchallenged, uninterrogated.

It starts as a joke, this habit the hundred have of calling Clarke and Bellamy 'mom' and 'dad.' But by the time the Mount Weather survivors return to Camp Jaha, it's become much more than that. It's become a way to signal that they're still a family, even as they reunite with their people and integrate themselves into the growing settlement.

One of the Greatest Titles in the World is Parent by jollyrogerjayhawk

“One of the greatest titles in the world is parent, and one of the biggest blessings in the world is to have parents to call mom and dad.” Bellamy and Clarke have somehow quasi-adopted a plethora of children.

Senses by Ghelik

This isn't what Abby expected. She isn't sure what she had expected, but this loyalty to a teenage would-be murderer, this compliance is not it.

It is clear that the children of this camp are in dire need of saving. Good thing that the Ark is here now.

Baby, Let Me Straighten Out Your Broken Bones by chalantness

She's absolutely frightened and he can't fathom it. He can't reconcile the Clarke that's taken care of them since Day One on the ground – that clawed arrows and spears and bullets from their bodies and refused to let them die, that cut open her own wounds in pure protective instinct because she felt like they were in danger – with the Clarke standing before him. She's afraid, not of Grounders, or Mountain Men, or the judgment she'd face as soon as she stepped inside.

She's afraid of herself.

all the kids are talking slang i won't pretend to understand by caramelle

"You told Mo— Clarke?!"

Clarke arches a brow, crossing her arms over her middle. "'Maw-Clarke'?"

Four times the delinquents called Clarke/Bellamy ‘mom/dad’ + One time someone else did

8 times Kyle Wick heard about Clarke and 1 time he met her by a_simple_space_nerd

Wick wonders why Clarke Griffin is so special. He wonders how she could leave. He wonders how people could blame a girl for the way the world was. (This isn't slash, I'm just bad at summaries.)

None of Us is Innocent by amyhanmayari

It was early spring when Jasper went missing and a fortnight after that before he truly returned to Camp Jaha remotely resembling the boy with goggles who fell from the sky with a smile on his face. Whenever anyone asked him what happened during the two weeks when he was gone, he would crack a small, fragile smile and say “got lost, got found.” And that was that.

life in love can never last (everyone becomes the past) by a_simple_space_nerd

“Clarke,” Monty sighs, softly, all his frustration leaving him in a gust. “You’re dead. You in my dream, that’s my subconscious thinking about you while I sleep. That’s all.”

Clarke’s grin turns sharp. “Who says it’s your dream?”

(Grief is a funny thing, and everyone feels it.)

Do Better by juneytunes

Jasper wants to be Clarke's hero. Letting her get some rest in the drop ship is a good enough start. [ Jasper/Clarke FRIENDSHIP ]

Swim by Zaffie

Raven was a little girl who wanted to swim, and screw all those people who say she can't do it.

We Have All The Time In The World by Death_Shapeshifter

They were waiting, of course they were waiting. She was one of them. She was family. They would wait a thousand years for her.

The Griffin-Blake Family:

Lazy Mornings by these_dreams_go_on

Bellamy gets woken up by Madi and Clarke comes looking for her.

it's a chance we'll have to take by killianslonghaul

“You thought the person you loved was dead for six years and then found out she wasn’t. You can’t let that go. Not everyone gets a second chance like that.”

Bellarke reunion after Praimfaya and subsequent feelings

My Heart by QueenoftheWallflowers

Russell and the primes are gone and Bellamy and Clarke try to take a well-deserved nap. Confessions are made and forgiveness is given.

I can see clearly now by melodiousoblivian

6 years after they left Clarke behind, SpaceKru returns to find Clarke alive and thriving. Bellamy doesn't know how to cope.

No eligius, no becho.

little did you know by melodiousoblivian

"Six years later and they were on the ground. Raven saw her first, a flash of blonde hair in the trees, a startled yell, and she was running towards the dead girl. Clarke met her halfway and they collided, falling to the ground at the force of impact. Both were crying, running hands over each others faces to truly verify that they were here. Monty was next, holding Clarke so tight that she couldn't breathe. Harper simply rested her forehead against Clarke's. Murphy let out a rare laugh and embraced the girl he mourned. Echo and Emori greeted her kindly. Bellamy stood behind, frozen.

Monty saw the girl first, standing timidly at the edge of the group. She had hair the color of the night sky, and blue eyes that saw so deeply it was startling. Clarke introduced her as Madi, that she was Clarke's, and that was it."

A Solution by timelordlookingforatardis

Madi’s mouth was set in a thin line as she looked between the two men. Finally, setting on Jordan she announced, "I have a solution for our Prime problem.”

“Thank goodness,” Jordan beamed, moving over to join them as the table. Ignoring Bellamy’s wide-eyed protest, he said, “Tell me more.”

“It involves fire,” She started. Jordan nodded eagerly in front of her, “All -”

“Absolutely not!” Bellamy cut her off, “We are not attacking these people and destroying our chances for a better life!” He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, “They are going to teach us how to survive on this planet and then we are gone. We are not going to be the bad guys here!” He hissed.

POST 6X06 Madi, Jordan and Bellamy talk about what Clarke would've wanted.

My Home is With You by wake_n_Blake (kt_anasi)

When eight-year-old Octavia Blake is brought into the infirmary for her first check-up, Clarke gets the honor... and makes a friend.

Eventually, that friendship leads to a newfound family.

Or, the one where Clarke and Bellamy fall in love while basically raising Octavia on Earth.

Rated T for some crude language. This fic is like fluff on a stick- no angst... just happiness.

I'm Not Crying, You're Crying:

i'm on my knees, you're faith in shreds by stoneage_woman

"Over the roaring in his ears, Bellamy dimly registers Jackson telling Madi to breathe. His eyes are fixed on Clarke. Clarke, who for once isn’t even trying calm Madi down, who is visibly fighting to keep from breaking down herself, her head bowed low and her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps.

And Bellamy finally understands with an awful, damning clarity exactly how badly he’s fucked up."

Post Season 5 AU. 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. A life-threatening crisis opens his eyes to a few hard truths. A Bellarke reconciliation fic.

Set The Dark On Fire by theinvisibledisaster

Clarke isn't coping well with peacetime on the Eligius ship, and while Bellamy has woken some of the others (mainly spacekru) and tries to organise a trip to the ground, making decisions and considering all the variables, Clarke makes a choice of her own:

She'll take herself out of the equation.

OR: the post season 5 idea I had to write because all of the unresolved emotional turmoil this season is actually killing me and someone needs to notice that Clarke is in pain, for the love of god.

Monin hou by Ghelik

After Bellamy and Clarke negotiate with the grounders, they decide to share the bunker equally. 100 spots per clan. That marks the start of 5 years of forced peace in which mortal enemies have to learn how to live with each other.

Shit goes as expected.

Blanket of leaves by Ghelik

Madi tells the story of her life: from the moment mom found her to the descent of the Seven Heroes from the sky castle

Not Yet by Ghelik

Clarke finds Madi's body in their home.

Something in the Water by Youremyalways

“You know I love you, right?”

——

Clarke is supposed to die for killing Josephine, but things go wrong at the last second. Nobody is more equipped to help Clarke deal with losing a mother than Bellamy Blake.

This is How I Leave You by Africana123

Clarke decides to take her life after the events of season 6. Right as she's getting ready to do so, Jordan finds her. But it's not what you think.

Clarke Griffin Deserves Better:

Mighty Fine Shindig by theinvisibledisaster

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.

The Bruise Won't Heal (the stain stays put) by theinvisibledisaster

“What the hell is your problem, Clarke?” And this time, the tone was so disgusted, so bitter, than something snapped, deep in Clarke’s chest.

Fuck it.

“What’s my problem?” She asked, incredulous. “What’s my problem? You’ve got to be kidding me, Raven. I died. I died, paralysed and alone, and then I died again, and both times, the only person who cared was Bellamy. Kane died, my mother died, my daughter almost did- and you have the audacity to ask me what my problem is?!”

After they save everyone - again - they actually have a moment to rest.

And Clarke has had ENOUGH.

Hear me now (like you never heard me then) by evening_skies

A rewrite of Raven and Clarke’s scene in 6x04. Wherein Clarke does not regret the choices she made, and Raven wonders if the Clarke Griffin she remembers really did die in Praimfaya.

“Raven, I am not a leader,” Clarke said, and Raven’s words lodged in her throat. “I barely remember how to be a friend. I am a mother before all else, and you—you are the people that put monsters in my child’s head and threw her into the middle of a war.”

I accept that you may never forgive me. That’s okay. I don’t forgive you either.

Other Pairings:

In Darkness More than Light by lilybeth84

In the aftermath of the destruction of Mount Weather, with Clarke gone AWOL, his parents dead, and Jasper not speaking to him, Monty finds comfort in the dark forests beyond the walls of Camp Jaha.

One night, while in the grip of despair, he can't help wonder if life is worth living anymore. But his thoughts of death are interrupted when Clarke emerges from the woods, and he is forced to make decisions that will either save her-a woman he cares more deeply for than he ever realized-or lose her, and with her, a reason to survive.

Paradise Found by DAgron01

Octavia can't get enclosed again. Never again. She won't let them put her in cryo-freeze, but at least she's not alone...

Fix it fic--spoilers through season 5 finale! Canon-divergence

Love is Strength by DAgron01

Octavia Blake knew she was at least a little broken. She didn't plan on Clarke Griffin fixing her so thoroughly.

Canon compliant (and spoilers) through "Exit Wounds." Takes place immediately following when Madi officially becomes part of Wonkru.

Saving Clarke by btvscharmedgirl

Nearly a year after the hundred landed on the ground, Octavia watches Clarke struggle with all that happened and tries everything she can to help her in anyway she can.

As Galatea to Pygmalion by apolloadama

Clarke leaves Camp Jaha and rebuilds herself. Octavia and Lincoln help.

The Ties That Bind by Ofseaandsky

With more time to plan before the Death Wave hits, Clarke and Roan need to find a way to get the Coalition to work together and save more people to from the second Praimfaya. What will it take to get the 13 clans to work together and find a way to survive together as life on planet Earth rapidly approaches it's end?

and i'll love the world, like i should, for all the time that i never could by a_simple_space_nerd

And it’s now, of all times, that she lets herself finally, finally think: they’re up in space and I’m down on earth and even if I can survive this they’ll be up there for five years at minimum. I’m alone here.

It’s not as awful as she’d expected the revelation to be. Maybe it’s because she’s in the middle of the apocalypse but suddenly she doesn’t feel the need to curl into a ball and cry for days. Maybe it’s also the fact that she isn’t dead.

She’s still struggling not to get blown away, even sheltered as she is the ruins of some bank or something like it, the building creaking and groaning as the roaring typhoon thrashes its foundations. There’s dirt and grit flying everywhere, the dust so thick Clarke has to squint. The storm is taller than the highest skyscraper in the ruins, reaching down to the ground and back up to the sky for more fuel, thunder and lightning and everything in between all at once.

In this moment there is just Clarke and the storm and the end of the world and her uncertain future.

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no room left for doubt

That he invites Clark at all is a surprise; that Clark shows up bearing gifts and balancing several pies, somehow, is not.

“Hi,” he says when Bruce meets him in the hall, divested of gifts by the kids and the pies by a very chuffed Alfred. “Merry Christmas.”

There’s a shyness to him, a sort of sweetness, that even out in the open, in sunlight instead of shadow, Bruce finds damned hard to resist. So there’s a kiss.

“You look nice.” Clark nuzzles his cheek. “Mmmm, smell nice, too.”

“Kent.” The word comes out more breathless than he’d like.

“What?” A blink of blue eyes, a thoroughly innocent grin. “You do. That’s just plain fact. I’m only telling it like it is.”

Bruce kisses him again because it’s easier than arguing and Clark holds him close, sighs when he slips a hand inside of Clark’s jacket and scratches at his back. And Clark is easy, Clark is caramel, because his mouth melts at the touch of Bruce’s tongue and he groans just a little, just enough for Bruce to remember that they’re not behind the solid lock of his bedroom door, or even in the depths of the cave: they’re out here in the open, in the heart of Bruce’s house, with prying eyes only an arm’s length away.

“Behave yourself,” he says in Clark’s ear, as much to himself as to Clark. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Clark’s expression is gorgeous, trapped between arousal and exasperation and a shaded face of affection. “Huh. You greet all your guests like this, Bruce?”

Bruce grins and lets him go. “Only the ones I don’t like.”

In the library, there’s a fire in the grate and a tree a mile high. Dick is knee deep in the eggnog and Tim’s singing along to Bing Crosby and Damian’s hanging upside down from the book ladder, twirling batarangs and swaying in time to the music, his face the same scarlet as his sweater. All in all, a rare kind of peace.

“Mr. Kent!” Tim calls when they push through the doors. “We thought you got lost.”

“No, we didn’t,” Damian says, pitching his voice over Bing. “We thought Bruce took you upstairs to--”

“Damian!” Dick barks.

The kid scowls at him, upside down cross-eyed. “What? You’re the one who said it.”

Now Bruce’s cheeks are red and he kind of wants to sink through the floor even though Clark is smiling at the whole scene, a big beam that refuses to dim as the bickering kicks up in pitch.

“See?” Clark says, sotto voce. “This is why I always wanted siblings.”

“Hmph. This is why I’m glad I’m an only child.”

“Hmm, maybe. But you’re a heck of a dad.” A squeeze of his fingers, a shout. “Hey! Fellas, is that eggnog? I love that stuff. Think I could have a cup?”

The boys freeze in mid-tussel, Tim caught between Damian’s fists and Dick’s snarl. “Um,” Tim says. “Of course you can. Sure. You can have a whole glass. Dick’s the only one that likes it.”

“Yeah, because it’s gross,” Damian declares. He flips out of Tim’s grip and onto his feet. “Eggs and milky stuff? Yuck.”

“Hmm,” Clark says. “Have I ever told you about the first time I tried eggnog? Well, the first time that I ever tried to make it, actually?”

It’s so obvious a turn, an attempt to redirect, that Bruce rolls his eyes; Clark’s got a lot to learn about kids.

Except Damian doesn’t turn away with a sneer like he would’ve if Bruce had tried something that corny. Instead, he tilts his head and squints. “Were you making it as a weapon? I can see how that might be effective.”

“Ah, no.”

“Was it a thing in your family?” Dick asks. “A tradition, I mean?”

Clark laughs, a sound that lights up the room. “No. Definitely not.”

“Did you have a ton of eggs you needed to get rid of?” Tim settles on the rug in front of the fire, his legs folded neatly beneath. “You grew up on a farm, right?”

“I did,” Clark says, taking a seat on the rose-colored settee next to Dick. “And we did have a lot of chickens, but no, that wasn’t why, either.”

Damian slips his batarangs into his belt--yes, he’s wearing his utility belt with his dress pants and Christmas sweater, so be it--and crosses his arms, leans his hip against the nearest wingback. “So, why then?”

Clark settles back. “Well,” he says, “it started with a visit from some friends. Some folks who’d become friends, that is. At the time, I’d never met them before until they showed up at our front door.”

Ten minutes and one Legion of Super-Heroes later, the boys are leaning towards him, following his every work and laughing at every aw shucks joke. Damian’s even sitting in a chair rather than on it. It’s some kind of weird Christmas miracle, one that’s still holding when Alfred comes to the door and calls them to lunch.

“So they really don’t have chickens in the 31st century?” Damian asks, scooting along at Clark’s side.

“Apparently not.”

“Huh.” Bruce can see the gears in the kid’s head turning. “Interesting.”

“You realize,” Bruce says as Damian zips ahead and starts yammering at Tim, “that he’s going to obsess about that for a week.”

Clark laughs. “Only a week? Darn it. I was aiming for two, at least.”

At the table, Dick says grace and Alfred passes plates, watching eagle-eyed to make sure there’s plenty.

“Master Damian,” he says, “let’s take as many yams as we do marshmallows, yes? And Master Dick, the gravy boat is just there, on your right. And yes, Master Tim, the brussels sprout casserole is vegan, as you requested; I omitted the fish oil this time.”

Bruce chuckles, nudges Clark in the shoulder. “He’s more a mother hen than I’ll ever be.”

“Master Bruce,” Alfred calls, “there are more rolls down this end. Would you like some?”

Clark squeezes his knee under the table and laughs. “You were saying, Master Bruce?”

“Oh, see if you get an extra roll now, Mr. Kent.”

“Is that a threat, Mr. Wayne?”

“You better believe it is, Supes.”

There’s a burst of snickers from across the table. “Oh, man,” Tim says. “You guys are adorable.”

“Blech,” Damian says through a mouthful of potatoes. “They’re even grosser than you and Barbara, Dick.”

Dick gives up a big, mournful sigh. “One day you’ll be in love, brat, and you won’t think it’s so gross.” His hand goes to his phone, half-buried under his salad plate. “But maybe I should try her again, though. She’s probably at her dad’s now, anyway. I should--”

“After lunch,” Bruce says. “You can call her then.”

“After lunch is presents!”

“You’ve waited this long, D,” Tim says. “Ten more minutes won’t hurt.”

“But it won’t be ten minutes! They’ll talk for hours!”

“Master Damian, no knives at the table.”

“No phones either, but Dick has his!”

“We could sneak out,” Bruce says in Clark’s ear. “I honestly don’t think that they’d notice.”

Clark’s mouth turns up. “Sneak out? Why, Mr. Wayne. Why on earth would we do that?”

“So I could take you upstairs. And you could unwrap your present.”

“My present, huh?” Two fingers on the inside of his thigh, a slow, insolent stroke. “You mean it isn’t under the tree?”

“It can be. Later. If you have a thing for pine needles.”

“I have a thing for you.” Those two fingers slide higher. “But I’m pretty sure that you know that. Hence you trying to lure me away.”

“Me?” Bruce has to swallow, has to fight the urge to tip his hips up. “Lure you? Never.”

A smile, a full-on shot of blue, amused eyes. “Good. Because I want the whole Wayne family Christmas experience before I get anywhere near your cock.”

Bruce chokes. “Before you--?”

“Presents!” Damian yells, his voice like a razor-edged gong. “It’s time to open presents, guys! Alfred says!”

“I hate you,” Bruce murmurs as the gang gets up and turns away from the table in an Alfred-led melee. “Sometimes, I really, really hate you, Kent.”

Clark leans over and drags their mouths together, pets the swell in Bruce’s trousers. “You love me,” he says. “That’s what makes this hard.”

“No, pretty sure that’s you doing that.”

Clark laughs. “Come on. Let’s go see what Santa’s brought.”

Tim insists they take turns opening gifts and it makes Damian crazy. Which Bruce figures is sort of the point.

“Fine!” Damian shouts when it’s clear he’s been overruled. “But I get to go first.”

Soon enough, there’s paper everywhere, ribbons and tissue paper caught in the boys’ hair and snagged in the arms of the tree. Clark appoints himself Santa/referee.

“Ok,” he says, diving into the pile. “Remind me, guys--who’s next?”

Alfred gets a new sous vide machine, the one he’s been waxing about for a month, and reaches out to hug each of the boys in turn.

“Dick picked it out,” Damian says, but he takes the hug anyway, his fierce little face disappearing for a moment against Alfred’s bony shoulder.

“Damian tried to break it,” Dick says with a laugh, squeezing Alfred tight. “But I double-taped the box.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Tim says, a big smile and a bigger embrace.

“Of course I do,” Alfred says, his gray eyes going wet. “Thank you, boys. Thank you.”

Dick gets a new laptop and Tim a leather-bound set of Holmes collections and Damian a set of Choose Your Own Adventure books and a new throwing knife set.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea, Bruce?” Dick says, draping himself over the back of the couch. “I mean, no offense, but the kid’s got enough blades, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but this come with a caveat. Don’t they, D?”

Damian’s frowning at a piece of paper. “This says I can only use them with Ms. Lance. What’s that mean?”

“It means," Bruce says, "that Dinah’s going to teach you how to throw them like she does. In a balanced and more practiced way.”

That gets him a look like could melt glass. “Ugh. Why? I already know how to throw.”

“Because adding different techniques to your repertoire makes you harder to fight. When you can mix things up, diversify your approach, you can throw your opponents off balance faster. Gives you a big advantage.”

Damian blinks. “Huh. Really?”

“Really. But she won’t go easy on you. I’ve asked her not to.”

A wicked grin kicks over the kid’s face. “Good.”

Bruce laughs. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that.”

“Does this mean Ms. Lance will be coming here?” Tim asks. “To the house? Like, um, a lot?”

“Most likely, yes.”

A different kind of smile blooms on Tim’s face, dreamy and pleased. “Oh, wow. Wow. That’s--that sounds great.”

“Huh,” Damian says. He stares at Tim, suspicious. “She’s coming to train me, not you. You can’t butt in, can he, Bruce?”

Bruce gets a look at Clark’s face which is a gigantic mistake; it takes all he has not to laugh. “No, he can’t, D.”

Damian smacks Tim on the arm, doesn’t at all dislodge that big, dreamy grin. “There,” the kid says haughty. “See? Get your own present, Drake.”

“Oh,” Dick says with a snort, “I think he just has.”

The last box in the stack, when all is said and opened and done, is for Bruce from Clark. It’s small. Doesn’t weigh anything. The boys all crowd around the back of the couch and even Alfred tips forward, peering eagerly around his tea. Only Clark, still seated at Bruce’s feet, doesn’t watch.

He tears at the paper carefully, working his way from end to end, and then unwraps it with a turn of his wrist. It’s a smooth black box with a lid that flips up; there’s something shiny inside.

“Is that supposed to be a bat?”

Bruce hears a whump behind his head. “Shut up, D,” Dick says. “Of course it is.”

It’s heavier than it looks, delicate, and the metal isn’t one that Bruce knows. It’s warm and strong, this charm, cut indeed into the sign of a bat.

“It’s Kryptonian metal,” Clark says, his cheek pressed now to Bruce’s knee. “I’m not sure what the name of it is, exactly, but it’s what the ship that brought me here was made of. The one my parents built. This is, uh--I cut this from that.”

A ripple goes through the room.

“You made this?” Bruce says. He traces the tiny points of the wings, the sharp rise of the ears.

“Yeah. That’s why it’s a little off. I couldn’t get the proportions quite right.”

There’s something in Bruce’s throat, a catch, a sweet little scratch. He swallows around it, makes himself speak. “Clark, it’s beautiful.”

Those bright eyes find his. “Really? You like it?”

“Ugh,” Bruce says, and then he’s leaning down, pitching forward, kissing Superman in front of his family, the open windows, the world. “I love it.”

“I thought you could wear it under your suit, if you wanted. There’s a chain in there, too.”

Bruce squeezes the back of Clark’s neck, gentle and fierce. “Yes. I will. I’d love to. I love you.”

Clark makes a soft sound, sweet and unbearably hot. “Funny. I love you, too.”

They kiss again and grin and when they part, there’s one last second of silence, one last beat of something special in the air.

“Ok,” Damian says, definitive, “enough Christmas. Now can I play with my knives?”

“No,” Alfred says, patting his eyes with a handkerchief. “Not until at the very least we’ve picked up this mess.”

Later, when the house is quiet and the fire’s dampened, Clark draws the charm from the box and fastens the chain around Bruce’s bare neck, traces the place where the metal hangs heavy and solid at the edge of his heart.

“You look--” Clark says, his eyes hooded, his fingers dragging down Bruce’s ribs. “Oh, Maker, Bruce, you look like--”

Bruce reaches for him, pulls them together, skin to skin. “Like what?”

Clark groans in his ear. “You look like mine.”

He pushes in too soon, before Bruce is really ready, but that’s what Bruce wants right then; wants to feel how much Clark needs him, wants to feel his own body bend and open and stretch.

Normally they talk to each other, poke and laugh and occasionally curse, but on this night, there aren’t any words needed, nothing except flesh upon flesh.

Clark bites his neck and he pulls Clark’s hair. He claws at Clark’s ass and Clark fucks him in this rough, needy way that makes Bruce feel like he’s splintering, like the only thing holding him in one piece is Clark’s body and Clark’s mouth and Clark’s deep, inexplicable love.

He comes twice like that, at the mercy of Clark’s ferocity and the heady smell of his own spunk, the feel of it sealing their bodies together, fused by the heat of their skin, and it’s only when he whimpers that Clark lets go, lets himself go, rises up on the heels of his hands so they can stare at each other as Clark’s hips shift from piston to desperate and he comes in a rush, fills Bruce up relentless until there’s no room left and it spills down the hot sting of Bruce’s thighs.

“I almost made you a ring,” Clark pants while his hips are still jerking. “But this is better. This is so much better. Looking down and seeing it there while we fuck.”

Bruce smooths the strands from Clark’s face, the dark waves dampened with sweat. He feels like he’s floating, as if his body’s made from a cloud. “You like that, huh?”

A groan, another full-body shudder. “ Yes . Maker, yes. You have no idea.”

“Well,” Bruce says softly. He raises his head and licks at Clark’s lips. “I don’t know. I think you’ve just given me some.”

Somewhere in the long dark, he crawls out of bed and comes back with a small, wrapped box. Sets it at the center of Clark’s chest.

“What’s this?”

Bruce worms back under the covers. “What’s it look like?”

“But it’s not Christmas anymore. It’s the 26th.”

“You’re that much of a Christmas purist. Really?”

Clark laughs and sits up a little, tugs at the ribbon. “No, not really. I used to beg Ma to let me open presents on Christmas Eve. No dice. I had to wait until 8 am Christmas morning, after the chores were done. Ugh. It was awful. And I wasn’t allowed to use my powers to rush.”

“Tsk tsk,” Bruce says. His heart’s pounding in his chest; he knows Clark can hear it. “Poor baby.”

It’s hard watching Clark open it; harder still seeing him lift the lid from the box and stare at what’s inside.

“A key,” Clark says. “Hmm. Something tells me it’s not for the Batcave.”

“It’s for the front door. For, ah”--he clears his throat, grateful all at once for the dark--“I want you to feel at home here, Kal-El. Like you can come and go as you please.”

Clark is very still. Still and quiet. Neither of which are familiar Clark states.

“I know you can’t, obviously, leave Metropolis and come here. It doesn’t--that wouldn’t work, I know that, but I thought, when you are here, it’s ok if people know that you are. You’re part of the family, Clark; there’s no question about it. And I don’t see any reason to hide it.” He presses a kiss to Clark’s shoulder and leans his face in to hide. “That’s all.”

Clark takes a deep, deep breath and turns his head. “Oh, baby,” he murmurs. “Come here.”

He clutches the key in one hand and Bruce’s face with the other and kisses him until they’re both gasping; pulls Bruce on top of him and kisses him more.

“I love you,” Clark says.

Bruce’s smile is a mile wide. “You do, huh?”

“Hmmm.” Clark’s fingers find the bat, push it gently into Bruce’s skin. “You’re still not sure about that?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure. Fairly convinced.” Bruce shifts his hips, shivers when their cocks brush. “But you know how it is. There’s always that slim bit of room left for doubt.”

“Are you goading me?” Clark’s hand opens and finds the curve of Bruce’s ass, lets him feel the catch of the key's teeth. “Is this you goading me, Mr. Wayne?”

“Maybe. Mmmm, is it working?”

“I don’t know yet.” A kiss on his chin, another on the edge of his mouth. “Keep going and let’s find out.”

*****

Christmas passes for another year, then. Alfred and the boys wrestle down the tree. The holiday china Bruce’s mother bought a lifetime ago goes back in the cabinet, clean and carefully put away. Batman goes on fighting crime and so does Superman, each in his own city. But there are, in the new year, more and more occasions when Clark makes use of that key; when Bruce comes home from a board meeting or a swing through the city and finds Clark in the kitchen helping Damian with his homework, or in the library with a pot of tea and a big, absorbing book, or in Bruce’s bedroom waiting to drag him into the shower, to rub sweet-smelling soap into his skin and kiss his bruises, one by one, his fingers never far from the little bat that hangs from Bruce’s neck.

“I love you,” Bruce says, at the dinner table, in the practice room, in the warm confines of their bed.

“Funny,” Clark will will murmur, tugging him in for a kiss wherever, whenever, “I love you, too.”

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