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@pscentral​ event 14: Your URL

#bellarke #all this fandom does is hurt me #but that's ok

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#ok ow #bellarke

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Yeah, you can face this.

#THIS IS A CRIME #clarke griffin

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favorite platonic relationships: clarke griffin and raven reyes “For what it’s worth, there is nobody I trust more to do this than you.”

#the 100 #princess mechanic

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Did we both fall in love before we were ready? Or did we both give up before we were steady?

#srb #FUCK I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!! #i love them so much!!!! #MY SPACE BABIES

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2x05 | 6x11

#clarke griffin #monty green #the 100

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#THEBESTOFBELLARKE prompt: we exist in parallel ( bellarke parallels to each other )

from book to screen

#bellarke #book bellarke #my 13th reason

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You know, you’re not the only one trying to forgive yourself. Maybe we’ll get that someday…

#bellarke #every day i am one step closer to cliff diving without a paraschute

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#srb #i miss giffing my babies #but my motivation for any of my creative hobbies is low and out #so i’ll just reblog pain

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Hi it’s I your secret Santa! Your gift will be up later today! Sorry for the wait!

No worries! Thank you for letting me know! 💜

#anonymous

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Happy Holidays @missperfectly-not-fine from your @bellarke-secretsanta!

Bellarke as modern rockstars. Bellamy is British and wears a leather jacket. Clarke is not British, and is more pop than rock, she's a bit fancier.

Clarke is the princess of pop and has been in the scene since she was a teenager. Bellamy is an upcoming singer from the United Kingdom. His new single is dominating and gaining traction but it’s not enough. More exposure is needed if he’s going to make it big so his manager makes the one suggestion Bellamy was hoping to avoid: make a song with the pop princess. He doesn’t want to, but it’s either this or become a one-hit wonder. Being in America isn’t the hard part, it’s easy, the easiest actually, but what’s hard is crossing paths with Clarke, who he abandoned at the alter nearly four years ago. 

#bellarke #bellarke secret santa #bellarkess 2021 #will i eventually write this? #yes i will #i hope you like this! #sorry it's not much! #clarke griffin #bellamy blake

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Hello! @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 and I have come up with our very own 'Bellarke Wrapped' for this year! For both our writers and readers of this wonderful community, tell us all about the fic's you've read and wrote this year! Self-promotion and bragging is encouraged! This can also be applied to other ships in the fandom or other fandom ships, have fun!

#bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #the 100 #clarke griffin #bellamy blake

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Written for the 12 days of bellarkemas prompts: Day 3-gingerbread;

canon divergence, established relationship AU

@klarkegriffin,  @queen-of-the-wallflowers15

It was rather needless to say that out of the two of them, it was Bellamy who made all the home cooked meals, no matter how hard Clarke tried to help out and follow him around the kitchen, watching as he metitiously, carefully, cut the vegitables or poured oil in the already rather warmed up pan or added spices to the bubbling meals. 

She was a child in the kitchen-a rather sweet, adorable, messy child who always went around stating “I want to help, Bell!” but ended up with two cuts and flour all over herself whenever she did try to do so.

Bellamy pretended to be all grumpy about it, but in all honesty, he was rather enjoying her enthusiasm and while he had banned her from the little cabin kitchen he had build them a few years ago throughout the year, he let her help when holidays such as the Spring festival or Christmas (which their camp still celebrated) came around and Clarke was…

well one would say rather extatic and that would probably also be a misinterpretation.

Her favorite thing was watching Bellamy make bread-he was a true poet at that and it was during one of those precious kitchen moments with his sleeves rolled up and kneading his precious dough that she had grabbed him by the elbow, turned him around, jumped in his arms and kissed him so hard he lost his goddamn mind and saw stars in the middle of the day. It was also that same evening that they conceived the little life she was now carrying in her very big, very annoying seventh month old bump.

It was also that bump that was the whole reason he agreed to having her help him with the Christmas ginger bread that they were to make for Monty and Harper’s special dinner party tonight-a celebration of both the holiday and their little boy Jordan’s first birthday.

Bellamy was already regretting his choices when Clarke dug her finger in the batter before he had even began mixing it and licked it with a loud and very satisfied moan.

He swatted her hand and furrowed his eyebrows.

“Princess, you promised!” he reminds her.

“Oops…” she says in pretend innocence as she licks her finger “Sorry, Bell.” he rolls his eyes and sighs but nods at the bag on the counter.

“Come on, pass me the flour.” she does and of course she’s so clumsy, she spills half of it on the table in that simple process and he can’t help but smile thinking about her shooting guns, leading negotiations or waving swords around all day but being an absolute disaster in the kitchen.

It’s when he starts kneading the dough that she elbows him in the ribs and gives him her biggest puppy eyes ever, going like.

“Bell….can I try too?” he sighs again, a little tiredly but also liking that she asked, picks her by the wrist and brings her between his two big arms. He rolls up her sleeves and puts her hands in the dough.

“You have to be gentle with it, like loving a little kid-” his hand falls for a brief moment to her bump and caresses it softly, then leans in and kisses her cheek, then her neck and makes her giggle.

“Bell, stop it! I’m trying to concentrate.”

“Sorry, love, I just can’t keep my eyes off of you.” he whispers and keeps caressing her bump “You carrying our kid drives me crazy.” 

“Not as much as you making ginger bread does me.” she moves up to meet his lips and they kiss like this for a while, abandoning the precious dough for a few moments before they separate desperate for air and focus back on it.”I always mess this up.” she pouts as she tries to mimick his movements.

“No, you don’t.” he promises and covers his hands with hers heping her follow him “Just like this, easy, slowly…add some flour then dig into it again-” he whispers “It has to become one solid piece but also be soft to the touch.” his hand drops to her bump again “Like this.”

“Stop calling our kid bread, Bellamy.” Clarke pouts again and he laughs a little “It’s offensive.”

“Oh, I’m sure Cassie’s the most offended kid in the planet right now.”

“We still don’t know if it’s a girl.” Clarke reminds him as she focuses on the bread and he watches her get the hang of it by resting his chin on her shoulder “So that’s rather offensive too.”

“I told you, if I’m wrong and it’s a boy, you can pick the name.”

“Yeah, at least it’d be a normal one, not something like Perseius, Ares or Zeus.” he chuckles at that and they feel the baby kick in that exact moment, making Clarke ouch a little and stop her movements.

“See, our girl agrees with me.” Bellamy points out as he rubs her tummy in a soothing manner to make the minor pain go away.

“Or our boy agrees with me!” Clarke fight stubbornly making him laugh once again. He kisses the brow between her eyebrows and because he can’t help himself, turns her face to him and brings her to his lips once more. 

He puts flour on her cheek and she on his but he doesn’t care because the only thing he wants to do is lift her up, put her on the counter and kiss her until he can’t feel her lips anymore which is exactly what he does while satisfying her with his fingers and rubbing the big bump in his pants in her leg desperate for release.

It was needless to say they are late for Monty and Harper’s dinner party but everyone compliments their ginger bread and when they ask what the special ingredient is, Bellamy smiles, takes Clarke’s hand and says “Love.”

She rolls her eyes at the cheeniess of him but brings him in for a quick kiss and feels yet again their kid kick in her stomach. She already knows he’ll probably be right and that it’s a girl since no boy of theirs could kick and demand attention that stubbornly but she hopes that at least Cassie inherits some of her father’s cooking habits because Clarke-

Clarke was a disaster.

#bellarke fanfiction #12daysofbellarkemas #MOM YOU MAKE SUCH CUTE FICS #help this was so cute and fluffy #my heart 😭😭❤️

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Bellamy/Gabriel ficlet written for the 12 days of bellarke prompts (oops sorry this isnt bellarke but you said any pairing):

prompt is: stockings

tagging: @klarkegriffin, @queen-of-the-wallflowers15

Bellamy had never celebrated Christmas in his entire nineteen year old life.

That is the one thought that didn’t give Gabriel any rest from the moment December came. He’s only known Bellamy for four months, meeting him in a hot summer evening, living in a tent a few streets fown from the shelter Gabriel ran with the help of his friends but most of all Monty, Harper, Jasper as well as his coworker Kane and his girlfriend and future wife, Abby. 

He’s been seeing the kid constantly in the past year but whenever he tried to approach him, Bellamy would run away or refuse to talk to him or only accept food whenever Gabe left it outside his tent and gave him the space to actually take it. 

Slowly, overtime, he had gotten closer to him, like befriending a really wounded animal that didn’t trust a living thing. Bellamy would sit by his side and eat the burger Gabe got him quietly, barely talking and only in whispers. He was always in bad shape and surely went through a lot of abuse but every sign showed Gabriel that he’s been living out there by himself for a long while.

He was a curious kid, though, that much Gabriel could tell-he’d try to peak at the newspaper Gabe had tucked in his pocket and he noticed books in his tent though they were hardly ever in any full edition. He was smart, at least judging by the questions Gabe had asked him but he was hurt…and really broken.

Even back then he knew the boy was suffering from frostbite, extreme malnutrition and probably many more invisible diseases-he looked like he had been in a fight every time Gabriel came over to his street and the more the weeks passed, the more often he checked on him cause he could see things were bad.

It wasn’t until one night he found him curled up in a corner by a dumpster, beaten up and bleeding that he decided extreme measures had to be taken. Before, Bellamy had refused to come by the shelter with him and always feverntly argued against it but now he didn’t have a choice because he was just so badly hurt he couldn’t even talk, just spit blood.

Gabe had taken him to Abby’s hospital and she had found all the broken things inside him within just a day. Some, she said, could be fixed over time, but others like his diabetes, high blood pressure, constant coughing and the results from the frostbite…couldn’t.

Gabriel didn’t take him to the shelter, no…instead he got him to his own appartment just above his work place and spent the next few weeks slowly bringing him to life. 

Bellamy was afraid at first, very reluctant to stay there. He couldn’t believe he actually had a home and thought that Gabriel was just doing this because he helped all the homeless people the same way.

It took the idiot kid two months and waking up to them very sweet and softly tangled in their bed, to realize that yes, Gabriel was attracted to him as more than just a friend and so was he, as scared as he was to admit it.

It was always touch and go, he was still very spooked, he didn’t like being touched and he hurt a lot and most of the time they didn’t have quiet and peaceful nights but there were also good stuff-things like kissing Gabe for the first time, nuzzling into his arms when he was cold and in pain or couldn’t breathe, letting him help him walk around the house, going out to the mall for the first place, getting new clothes….signing up for evening school so he could finish his education.

There was bad…there was pain and fevers and awful anxiety and fear…so much fear but there was also kind and soft hugs by the fireplace, letting Gabe help him put socks on (he hadn’t own a pair in years) or try out new shoes or get his hair combed up.

There was also Gabriel’s dog, Samanta waking him up with a big wet lick on the face every morning or curling up next to him when he was cold.

There were little lights in between all the darkness he had in his live…he called them his tiny lanterns of hope. He wrote an essay for school about it and when Gabriel read it to help him proof of any mistakes he had cried and pulled him in for a tight hug.

But now that Christmas was approaching, Gabriel knew things may get rather sad or weirdly anxious. Bellamy had been slowly sharing pieces of his old life with him and had told him his mom died on Christmas when he was just ten, then the social services picked him and his sister and split them resulting in Bellamy going through various abusive foster homes before running away and never looking back. He cried thinking of his mom-she was the kindest woman, worked hard, raised him well but got sick with cancer and never got proper treatment because of their social status and his sister…he still missed and longed for her but they couldn’t find her trace.

So when December came and Gabriel didn’t rush into his usual very cheerful holiday mood, even Bellamy sensed something wasn’t right. He had heard him talk to Monty and Harper before, they made funny comments about his stupid Christmas sweaters which he wore every day (a different one for all 25 days) and how excited he was to decorate so when he didn’t….Bellamy got suspicious.

“Why aren’t you putting on any lights or…stuff?” he asked him from the kitchen table where he was doing homework one evening. Gabe was by the stove, checking on his famous mac and cheese and stiffening at the question.

“I…uh…I don’t know…I thought there’s time and all for that-”

“It’s the third of december that’s basically Christmas for you according to Monty and Harper.” Bellamy raised an eyebrow and dropped his pen sighing as he feels another sharp bout of pain in his knee that always bothered him when the cold came. Gabe liked massaging it when they went to bed, help him breathe a little better, fall asleep easier. 

“I…well…I just thought-” Gabriel blushed when he was cornered and that happened often with Bellamy. The kid got under his skin and talked him out of his bs attitude a lot sometimes.

“You thought it’d make me feel bad?” Bellamy finishes up and juts his chin up stubbornly.”It won’t. I…I may get a little sad here and there but…this is a new beginning and I want you to celebrate it properly…I want US to celebrate it, okay?” Gabriel had teared up at that, thinking how strong the kid is, how despite everything he tries to keep on going and how he underestimated his spirit.

They had decorated together but the most exciting thing for the both of them was when Gabe brought in Bellamy’s stocking which he had ordered online a week ago. They put it over the fireplace together and Gabriel told him how when he was a little kid his grandma from Cuba would put little presents in the stocking every day from December 1st till the 25th and he’d wake up rushing and digging his hand in, taking out something little like a lollipop or a sweet treat of sorts or new socks or a hat and it’d be the most precious thing.

Bellamy loved that but he didn’t expect Gabriel to actually go through with the whole ritual too and when the next day he woke up to him kissing his forehead and urging him to get up and check the sock, he had been a little confused.

Nothing could replace the smile he got on his face when he dug out a few sweet bars and a pack of text markers. Bellamy had a thing for stationary-he metitiously picked up his notebooks, pens, sticky notes, pencils, rubbers, everything and he was the perfect student but that was the one thing that brought him joy. He started his own personal pen collection and Gabe helped him fill it up which made him beam and show them proudly to whatever guest came over or brag to his other classmates (also older and with weird hobbys).

From then on Bellamy woke up and limped to the sock every day, finding something new-a set of rainbow rubbers, new sharpener, jelly bean candy, chocolate bars (Gabriel had to ease it up on the sweet things unless he wanted Abby to castrate him but he couldn’t stop giving the kid joy) and in return, since he had no money, Bellamy used the stuff he got in the stocking to make little handmade presents for gabe-it was mostly cards or paper mache stuff-he’d fold the candie’s wrapper in a funny origami way and stick it to a white paper, writing in pretty cursive on top and every time he’d blush when he gave it to Gabe but accept his kiss willingly and softly leaning into his touch.

When Christmas came and he woke up to a bunch of presents under the tree, he had forgotten about the stocking until Gabe reminded him of it and when he dug in this time, he took out something heavy.

Upon tearing the wrapping paper up, he found two photos in a double frame-one was of him as a child with his sister and mother, the only picture he had of them and the other was Gabriel and him, Monty, Harper, Jasper, Kane and Abby sitting on the shelter’s front steps, dressed in funny sweaters and smiling for the camera.

He had teared up and threw himself in Gabe’s arms.

Living on the streets for all those years had been hard, it made him doubt he was alive sometimes, if he was even human or if he’d turn into a monster but he never, ever suspected, he’d find his beating heart at the bottom of a christmas stocking with his name on it.

#bellbriel #12daysofbellarkemas #OMG IVA!!!!! #so sweet 😭😭 #i love this #made my heart WARM

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#bellarke #you can’t tell me he wasn’t jealous #he was

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Hello everyone! It’s December so that means Bellarkemas is upon us! @queen-of-the-wallflowers15 and I have come up with 12 prompts to inspire the wonderful writers of this fandom! Of course this isn’t just limited to Bellarke, and any ship can use these if they want. Feel free to tag either Pris or I, and the Bellarke Hub (@bellarkehub on twitter) so we can reblog/retweet your amazing creations! 

#bellarke #the 100 #bellarke prompts #clarke griffin #bellamy blake

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i forgot to post this on here but i’m hosting a secret santa book exchange this year! signups end on the 15th (i’m late i know) but if you want to join and participate, https://tinyurl.com/hk6xvd9y here’s the link!

#lynn.txt