#rellamy

[catoscloves]

i'm obsessed with those ships where they don't necessarily need to be together/romantically involved in an official capacity for the love to be true and real, for the relationship to be perfect as it is

#clato #zutara #klayley #jeff x britta #rellamy #literati #nikolina #hizzie #anna speaks

[colinford]

#bellamy blake #raven reyes #braven #i have no idea why these were just in my drafts but i miss them #rellamy

[childofgabriel]

sometimes i totally forget that raven and bellamy hooked up in season one and it's OH... i absolutely adore those two as best friends, but it's so awkward to think about LMAO

#the 100 #the100 #raven reyes #bellamy blake #rellamy #braven #spacekru

[laufire]

the IMPACT of braven's first meeting... of bellamy clearly pondering whether to kill this stranger coming to the ground as this bringer of doom from his perspective to save himself, and being unable to. raven who comes with accusations but also absolution. the beginning of bellamy's turnabout started by this arrival. the electricity of their first meeting, and the ripple effects it has through the show, even if sometimes they aren't quite obvious.

because it was all accidental. compare it to what the writers clearly *intended* to write as the ShowTP: flarke is genuine, I think there was effort put onto it that is lacking in any other clarke ship; it connects to a playful and carefree side of her that is absent but after but even BEFORE. but most of it clearly rests on shitting on other characters (mainly raven and to a much lesser extent wells and even octavia, though thankfully she freed herself early on). it couldn't be sustained without making sure you understand how superior clarke is to other girls because it was designed that way.

braven on the other side was not designed, it was frankly something they stumbled upon (and that other writers would've jumped on the chance to use). it was not supposed to happen or to be part of the story as they first envisioned it, and ironically to me that makes it feel like it fits more seamlessly into what they ended up building once their priorities shifted.

so, yeah. their IMPACT... first meetings are very important and meet uglies are the best of them.

#talking to the void #my thoughts #stacked100 #the 100 #t100 thoughts #the 100 1x05 #braven #rellamy #blayesnetwork #bellamy blake #raven reyes #favourites: the powah of lurve #(and narrative xD)

[kinetic-elaboration]

September 15: Braven, Second Time

I am really tired, so tired I legit fell asleep on my couch for a short period of time, but nevertheless I had the desire to write some more of the loftverse before bed. I don't even know. Like, yes, if I was going to write it probably should have been on Troped but... I don't have the brain for that. I just don't. I also haven't done anything else in a while and I think I need some variety.

This does not take place IN the loft but it's part of the same universe.

Braven, ~900 words, written in about 30-35 minutes, warnings for just a little bit of explicit content

Previous installments on the tag "loftverse"

*

The second time they sleep together, Raven tells him, "You're a romantic, aren't you?" out of nowhere into a slow-widening gray well of silence, and he almost has to laugh. She's sitting on top of him, and he'd been staring up at her tits, and the shape of her collar bone and the flow of her hair over her shoulders and her silhouette in the dreary winter gloom. But mostly her tits.

"What?" she asks, biting back a smile that's only an answer to his smile, pushing a confused half-bubble of laughter down. Slowly it softens. She touches his nose, the tip of her finger lingering there, then sliding down to bump against his lips. "I've figured that out about you," she says.

The first time was a one-off, the sort of thing good friends just don't discuss, but it opened the door to something that might become habit. He learned what she looked like naked because she brought him to her bedroom once and took her shirt off without warning--impatient as always, skipping over what she did not know how to do by using short cuts and fast tracks--knew the part of his brain that would say bad idea bad idea would be drowned out and shunted aside. And she was right. That was back in the fall after her boyfriend got caught cheating. Seems a lifetime ago now but she's not yet told him if she's over it, if she ever will be.

This one is on him. It's different in ways he can start to name, can't quite pin down. Maybe just that he didn't initiate by immediately stripping.

She'd come over early with this idea they'd go out to breakfast but the temperature had fallen overnight, the sky clouding up and dropping and that heavy, expectant hush in the air, like a storm gathering itself, so they'd stayed inside and eaten the rest of his cereal, then played video games on his couch. The whistle of the wind and the rattle of his windows in the blow and gust of it sounded of winter. He yawned, for real, stretched up his arm and let it rest around her shoulders.

She looked at him like, am I dumb? Do you think I don't notice it?

He gave her a smile that other women would find charming.

But she slid in against his side as she beat his ass six out of ten, threw the controller on the coffee table after and then just turned her face so her nose was crushed in against his t-shirt. He squeezed her arm, gathered her up close and listened to her inhale, and on the rattling long exhale, he slid his hand beneath her shirt.

None of it meant anything except that he was horny and cold and he knew if Raven minded, she'd just shove him away. Tell him to get over himself and shut up.

Now she's talking about romance and he's thinking about her tits, and wondering if she always takes her hair down to fuck.

The question (you're a romantic, aren't you?) is idle and content and hazy with sex, the bedroom small and square and the hour uncertain. His bed, a queen that he doesn't really need, came with the place and barely fits in the room. Around it is a thin border of floor, around and beneath it wall to wall carpet in an ugly gray-green color that always looks dirty, even when it's not. He's been planning to move out of the place for over a year now but hasn't found anything better, and because it was only supposed to be temporary, he never really decorated much: just a single framed painting on the bare white walls, a gift, which he's hung up over the dresser in the corner of the room.

He has two windows, though. That's the best feature of the place: the natural light. Right now they have the overhead light on and the floor lamp by the bed too, because the late afternoon light is the gray-white tone of a storm that just won't break, hazed out and cold. Occasional thin wisps of snow slant by, sometimes. Nothing that will stick; nothing that will stay.

Bellamy can see the snow, and the wintry light just on the verge of tipping into twilight, through the window just behind Raven, the window she's half-framed in. His palms are sliding up and down her legs, steady and warm, and his feet are still tangled up in the sheets of his unmade bed. He's thinking about Raven awash in his sheets and how she'd look if he flipped her right over and landed her on his pillows, and how he'll probably do just that, when he actually wants to come.

For now she's barely moving, only riding him slowly. As she watches him, the smile fades from her face, and she tilts her head and traces the curve of his cheekbone, wafts her fingertips across the freckles over his nose.

"Romantic?" he asks. He means himself, what she'd said, but for a moment she frowns down at him, confused.

Then: "You want a nice girl who will take you home to her parents," she explains, slow and quiet.

He squeezes her leg, feels the strong muscles there, the softness of her skin.

"Why do you say that?"

She shrugs. He wonders if this is the last time, if he should be taking in every detail now, before he tips over an edge, before the storm breaks.

"It's just something," Raven says, "I see in you."

#the 100 #braven #rellamy #bellamy x raven #raven reyes #bellamy blake #mine #my writing #the year 2023 #2023: free write #loftverse

[belltaviasbff]

bellamy: did clarke just tell me she loves me for the first time?

raven: yes, she did

bellamy: and did i just do finger guns back to her?

raven: yes, you did.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect t100 #the 100 #incorrect quotes template #t100 #bellamy blake #bellarke #clarke griffin #clarke x bellamy #bellamy x clarke #raven reyes #rellamy #thebestofthe100

[bakerolivias-archived]

I should have killed you when I had the chance. Really? Well, I’m right here.

#* #myedit #mygifs #the100edit #bravenedit #rellamyedit #ravenreyesedit #bellamyblakeedit #the100daily #bellamyblakepositivity #ravengifs #latinesource #latineheroes #pocpopculture #charactersofcolordaily #the 100 #rellamy #braven #bellamy x raven #otp: someone who cares #ravensfreckles #usercolinford #usermaru #usergeena #usermalake #unnnnf i just love all the tension in this moment and the heat/animosity #which later leads to a soft and tender friendship #and like neither of them refuses to back down either because they're both very driven and stubborn ppl who won't give in easily #which is what makes them the perfect couple because they consistently challenge each other and support each other #and won't put up with the other's bullshit

[dear-yellow-legal-pad]

Me still posting rellamy shit in 2022

#raven x bellamy #rellamy #ravenbell #braven #bellamy blake #raven reyes #the 100 #the 100 fandom #:) <3 #meme #memes #the 100 memes

[lingeringscars]

Raven: you want to lead them, show them you give a damn

Bellamy goes to respond to this before a gun goes off, and it likely would have been something to the effect of you know I give a damn. Because he does, he's falling apart with how much he cares. He lost Finn, clarke, and monty, and it's Killing Him that he can't go after them. Because that is exactly what he would do if they weren't prepping for a war where the enemy was coming to them. People are being picked off when they leave camp, and the only thing he knows to do is tell everyone they have to stay inside because that's the only way he can protect them, all of them.

Bellamy has been told his entire life that fear is weak, and that you need to slay your fear so you can keep going. He told this to Charlotte, and she killed someone because of that advice. So he tries something different. Instead of telling everyone to fight that fear, he tells them they should be scared.

Raven tells him to show that he gives a damn, and he acknowledges that he's fucking terrified. He doesn't know what else to do but prep, and he lost people that he cares about. He would have gone after them without hesitation if he thought he was the only one at risk, but he isn't. Jasper is upset about this, and Bellamy again lets him in to see that it's tearing him apart. He's not receptive to it, naturally, but Bellamy is doing his best to show that he gives a damn, he gives a whole lot of damns. And when the remaining delinquents are trapped in mount weather, of course it's Bellamy who volunteers himself to infiltrate. They are his people, and he will do anything to protect them.

#muse: bellamy blake #meta: bellamy blake #dyn: are you with me? always (rellamy)

[444names]

berber names + roman emperor forenames and place names BUT excluding "j" and similar to "protein"

Aasdounae Aazid Aazzir Abachdine Abaise Abayouni Abdes Abinimi Ablescur Abria Acaraourna Acqui Addik Addur Aderiani Adikosi Adiolya Admulian Adricc Adrifi Agorchid Ahmaramili Aillati Akfars Aletius Aliussa Amandini Amasirium Amdes Amegguld Amehdili Amghn Angui Anian Anine Antapiane Aortus Aouaoun Aourno Apian Apizza Arakirl Arion Augdum Augui Aurit Avetrinusa Avian Awenum Awnlonts Awracintus Axane Aximi Ayaharbi Ayasmi Ayatoura Ayghmoks Aziandid Azibidio Azoulab Bacef Bacerrane Baciusa Badadlala Baitem Banti Barimad Bartuadur Bassanne Bekela Bekentium Belekkan Beliacha Belicy Belilid Beliphaoui Belkawri Bellal Bellus Benaves Bendolaoui Benhada Beniana Benna Benoucel Bensaad Bensofit Bensou Bensounaf Benstaks Bentiane Bentisari Bentium Benus Benwahsio Benya Benyahlon Benzanum Beraceria Bevii Bonti Bontini Books Botante Botodid Boualexane Bouna Bounum Bouri Bourinetum Bovacreba Bovum Bruziarcel Buxtu Buxtum Buxtupinu Cabaziglya Caephadio Calloui Catarce Catenti Ccago Chaci Chadudi Chaida Chana Chasmaxan Chedi Chelin Chemna Cheoni Cherinus Chictiman Chidi Chissonder Chochi Chtan Chtane Cobbii Cobbium Conasinum Conian Contium Conumess Corinum Corius Corna Cornatelgh Corum Criacennax Cullum Dahidada Dalia Danerrida Dharazzoun Diane Dudilis Eviani Fakan Falifi Falmisad Fatin Fatocerum Fatouf Fidiki Flothat Flotheri Forcelah Foria Foudina Fouron Gabder Galen Galenzu Gamanum Garben Garca Gasma Gazina Gedud Gennat Getriae Ghunim Gilaeto Gliteradi Gonsti Guenzanis Hadlaid Hafrabbas Hahdiavit Halcatil Halian Hallaeda Hanerren Haoudi Hasdo Hectia Hectium Hemiraghas Heodit Heodunar Heopha Heranerrut Herinus Hiacredel Hienboum Horfi Horum Hotami Houdae Houzit Ibian Ichel Isaouilaur Isenus Ismiane Ivaliman Kaciang Kamidikirl Kamitum Kamman Kammekouz Karar Kareb Karinissa Kariz Kawari Kawradmuri Kennano Kentenno Kephimona Ketenti Ketra Khaedi Khamda Khaounum Khirl Lahbid Lalcan Laliani Lanium Lataklou Lekori Lenyouaddi Liensliuss Liphane Lonferam Longili Lontem Loucinum Louilli Louini Lucina Lusemi Lussaour Lweryx Lwikira Lyceremi Madine Mahbi Mailahimi Makfaglya Malbi Malium Mamdi Manius Marait Marbi Marivren Markadelt Maxam Mekkara Melkabrae Menian Mentine Merakos Merami Messanis Messollafi Meziaessa Modous Mohabac Mohadi Mohaou Mokhida Monca Mosiritimi Mouaga Mouencari Moula Mourines Mourosi Mouzianus Myacettal Naviustian Nomauss Noraoui Novissa Novitum Olaouz Olila Olrad Ophouenson Othemi Oulusoui Ounimium Oussa Pasan Pedad Petrenzu Petris Petuarbi Petus Phido Poleodi Polla Polou Polra Porabii Pornia Portim Portona Prissimi Pupieras Radda Radik Ragel Ragensa Raist Raouza Rarae Reachdi Rellami Renza Ressane Rolra Sahalum Saibbakinu Saldus Samzaklia Sanis Saoui Saous Seacae Senae Sepria Sevelt Siracan Sligmil Smine Sontigum Sould Souromada Strafi Sulal Tabius Tacerka Tafsus Taiby Takirhur Takoucene Talcamac Tamian Tamzaouahi Taniane Tanishan Tanium Tansephidi Tansliumna Tantios Tasint Tassar Tassi Tauri Tawen Tazini Tazzite Tediki Tenmodouki Tficte Theria Therimi Thimi Thirachian Thorbid Tibii Tilanotou Tinovum Tiumnas Toria Toriane Toulum Touzi Tracamrus Triani Trinamza Tucer Ucaeat Uggussaazu Uluchadi Ulune Uroman Uscent Vacamadda Vaget Vagontel Varegdum Variantaf Veleradria Venas Venboukim Vendrinios Venstemohn Venza Verbacqui Vernians Verrae Verustia Viloni Vinisha Wahmagli Warian Yanus Yasmarim Yatibens Yeacus Yearatius Yeartia Youlmi Youza Zakarad Zantusta Zegrazi Zenhamedi Zentenza Zenzari Zeran Zerguvalbi Zerudihyas Ziavis Zizaoui Zouago Zouda Zwikir

#444 names #444names

[ao3feed-the100]

The Scholarship Program

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Qjfc0Pt

by northernxstories

Raven Reyes started university thinking she had it all. Within a few months, her heart was broken and she fell apart. Coming out of the post-breakup fog, Raven finds herself without money and options - except one. The Scholarship Program offers the financial support she so desperately requires but its terms are intense. One of those terms is that she has to have a supervisor and just her luck, her selected supervisor is Bellamy Blake.

Who knew that what she always needed was a Bellamy?

Words: 4399, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes (The 100), Emori (The 100), Echo (The 100), Russell Lightbourne, Jacapo Sinclair, Marcus Kane, Gustus (The 100), Indra (The 100), Nyko (The 100), Finn Collins, Harper McIntyre, Monty Green, John Murphy (The 100)

Relationships: Bellamy Blake/Raven Reyes

Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Domestic Discipline, Age Difference, Discipline play, Spanking, Dubious Consent, Dubious Morality, Dubious Ethics, scholarship, University, College, rellamy, braven, everyone else is very much a side character - this is a bellamy x raven fic all the way, Voyeurism

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Qjfc0Pt

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

[catoscloves]

get to know me ♡︎ favorite ships -> raven reyes + bellamy blake, the 100

See? We need you. You might be a pain in the ass, but you're smart.

#**mine #**gtkm #mineaesthetic #rellamyedit #bravenedit #the100edit #bellamyblakeedit #ravenreyesedit #the100daily #bellamyblakedaily #bellamyblakesource #dailybellamyblake #charactersofcolordaily #latinesource #latineheroes #the 100 #raven reyes #bellamy blake #braven #rellamy #raven x bellamy #addys-beth #usermalake #usercolinford #usermaru #usergeena #blayesnetwork #userthing #tvcentric

[colinford]

#raven reyes #abby griffin #braven #rellamy #bravenedit #rellamyedit #t100 #the 100 #t100gifs #t100edit #mine.

[canvasedits]

like or c @emilyblunrt

#gi #headers #the 100 #the 100 headers #headers the 100 #rellamy #rellamy headers #tv shows #tv shows headers

[kinetic-elaboration]

June 19: Bellamy/Raven, Arrogant

Wrote some very moody, lightly smutty Braven whoops.

~530 words, modern au

*

Bellamy's got that confidence that reads like arrogance, holding court on the overlook on Saturday night. The air smells of asphalt baked too long in the sun, oil spills across pavement, and the grubby grass and weeds at the edges of the lot. His boys are selling weed and low-value stolen goods out of the back of a pale blue junk heap that Raven's kept running for the last two years. He doesn’t get his hands dirty with that, just leans back against the railing that cuts the parking lot off from the cliff's edge, and watches them. Behind him and below, the city lights of Arkadia sparkle down in the deep black night--block red letters of the local radio station counting off, one after another, then flicking off and then on again, in the same hypnotic pattern again and again--tiny yellow squares from the windows of the houses that they lord over, insignificant signs of life blurred by the smoke-haze as Jasper passes Murphy a blunt.

The cool night air, chirping cricket-song rising sometimes even over the laughter and conversation and the starts of fights and flirting, smells too like the sticky, burnt scent of marijuana. Raven can hear Monty giggling about the moon.

She steps up close into Bellamy's space. High June and he's ditched his jacket, so she can dance her fingers along the outline of his muscles, just beyond the edge of his t-shirt sleeve. He skims one palm along her hip, around her waist. Someone shouts something incoherent like a sharp shot and Bellamy's fingers tighten around the curve of her hip, protective or possessive, she's can't tell--then slip in under her shirt, slide across soft, warm skin.

"You look good tonight, Reyes," he mumbles. "What's the occasion?"

She traces a wavy line down the center of his chest, her gaze down-tilted to watch her hand, because she knows he's watching her face, tracing her cheekbones and the flutter of her lashes when she blinks.

"I always look this good," she answers. "Maybe you just don't notice enough."

She won’t say she picked out the outfit for him: thin sleeveless shirt, too big for her, something he might be able to see through in the glare of noon-sun, and the black jeans she knows he likes, the ones she was wearing the first time she caught him staring at her ass. She slips her fingers all the way down to the waistband of his jeans and twirls her fingertip around the top button, lazy as if she owned him, as if he were only hers.

"Maybe I don't," he agrees.

Later, his boys will scatter and the other kids too, and he'll drive the beat up rust bucket into the shade of the trees, where the sound of midnight bugs drowns out the sound of heavy breathing, and the flick of fireflies zapping by the windows rivals the distant street lamp glowing above them like a second, smaller moon. Until the windows fog, too. She keeps her shirt on but shivers when his broad palms push it up almost to her tits and he gets down half on his knees in the narrow space of the backseat, crammed behind the driver's side seat, and mouths over the sensitive skin of her stomach, and bites a crescent half-circle into the jut of her hip.

#the year 2021 #2021: free write #mine #my writing #braven #bellamy x raven #rellamy #the 100 #no this is not a request....just a thing

[charmedbuffy]

their first and last conversation...

#the 100 #raven reyes #bellamy blake #braven #rellamy #jason why have you done this