The Perils of Prehistoric Marriage

A Terra Nova AU with fake marriage, friends to lovers, pining clarke, and Bellamy shirtless chopping wood. Oh yeah, AND FUCKING DINOSAURS. 

*I’ve taken great care to make sure you don’t have to have any knowledge of Terra Nova to read this. I’m really only using the setting because fucking dinosaurs. :)

This is a two part fic and part two should be up next week! 

Ao3

“2149 is bleak. The economy is suffering, the air is so polluted it gives us all lung cancer, we’ve ignored global warming and stripped the earth of all her best resources, overpopulation has plagued our society for 100 years. Not all hope is lost though! If you’re in one of these highly sought after career fields you, yes you could get a one way ticket to the past, to our future’s greatest hope, Terra Nova.”

“Turn that shit off,” Clarke said as Raven sat comfortably watching the TV.

“I’m watching the game, it’s not my fault there’s a recruiting commercial on,” Raven defended.

“I don’t even know who paid for those commercials. Probably the government to make people excited about the colony.” Clarke spun around a few times looking for something in their tiny apartment. “You, of all people, know it’s not that easy to get there. They don’t need a commercial to find people to go. Everyone is falling over themselves to get there. So and so’s cousin knows a guy, a sister of a friend of a coworker heard there’s a trick to the lottery.”

Raven rolled her eyes and Clarke seemed to find what she was looking for. She picked up the scarf that was peeking out of the couch cushion and shoved it in her bag.

“I can’t believe they’re not advertising with dinosaurs. Everybody fuckin’ loves dinosaurs. That’s a selling point,” Raven said with a bright grin.

“They’ll probably try to eat us.” Clarke blew some hair out of her face.

“I’d be more scared of your mom than the dinos,” Raven muttered.

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❤️ I FOUND PEACE IN YOUR VIOLENCE ❤️

a bellarke modern au / written for @bellarkebigbang​ / written for @bellarkebingo​

tags: alternate universe - modern setting, strangers to lovers, uninvited, bellarke bingo, bellarke big bang, angst, multi-chapter, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, kill gene

bellarke bingo tropes: protective bellamy, based on a book

? words | rated mature | read it on ao3

CHAPTER THREE IS NOW LIVE!

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soft as stone (as water, as flesh)

by ChronicTonsillitis

Then Lady Clarke Wallace secretly works as a sculptor, carving masterpieces under her husband’s name. When she and her model, Bellamy, fall into a scandalous affair, they make a vow to be together always: in this life, and those to come.

Now Clarke Griffin is the world’s leading art restoration expert, uniquely talented at seeing art as it once was. This new sculpture they’ve brought her, though, is as unsettling as it is beautiful; and she can’t quite determine why. Something about its face is just so familiar…

Words: 6341, Chapters: ½, Language: English

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/36Owwin

tell it to the stars (but hide it from the sun)

The first time they sleep together it’s an accident.

All Bellamy remembers is the two of them sitting cross legged on either end of the bed with a handful of maps spread out in between. There was a relaxed air about, despite the fact that conversation was short and stilted at times and, as the night wore on, punctuated with more and more yawns.

When he wakes up though, it’s to Clarke’s hand tangled in his hair and his head nestled on her chest, shifting with each breath she takes. It doesn’t strike him at first, as he shakes the last grips of sleep off him all he can wonder is why his pillow is so much softer than before, and warmer too. He does realise eventually, after a few seconds, and sits up almost immediately, a dull flush creeping on to his cheeks.

Her hand drops down on to the bed with a muffled thump, and the slight jostle causes a faint frown to tug at her mouth as she begins to stir.

(Bellamy does not watch her eyes slowly flicker open, squinting at the early morning light that seeps in with lips pursed in a tiny pout as she combs her sleep mussed hair away from her face. And he certainly does not imagine what it would be like to wake up to this every morning.)

If Clarke notices anything odd about her previous sleeping arrangements- and surely she must- she says nothing, and greets him as normal, voice scratchy and hoarse from disuse. Bellamy tries not to think about that either.

The only time she shows any bit of reaction is when she has to smooth the wrinkles out of the maps that they laid on last night, after they’re already fully awake and moving about his room. Her cheeks pink just a little, but she doesn’t bring it up, and when she leaves she tells him she’ll see him at lunch, like she does every morning.

The second time happens about three weeks after the first, and they’re not in Arkadia, but en route to meet with a group of grounders up east.

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Until Our Final Journey To The Ground

Chapter 6: New Found Land

Story on Ao3

Spending extended amounts of time in Bellamy’s room shouldn’t feel as weird as it does. On the ark, Clarke spent plenty of time with boys and girls in private bedrooms, usually doing things much less innocent than poring over maps and readouts and reviewing the most likely paths of survival in the face of a nuclear apocalypse.

The feeling can’t be from the sheer amount of time or the close quarters; she and Bellamy spent plenty of hours in cramped tents at the Dropship. She thinks maybe it’s something about being alone with him in a room with a door that closes and bed that takes up a quarter of the space and his clothes on the shelf and his books on the bedside table that makes her feel… uncomfortable. But whenever her skin starts to tingle with the feeling, she’ll look up and meet Bellamy’s eyes, or he’ll ask her a question, or hand her a map, and she’ll feel like maybe that’s not it at all. Maybe it’s that she’s too comfortable here alone with him, on the very station where she spent her childhood.

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Friends Lock

by Chash

It’s one thing to be dating a celebrity. It’s another thing to tell you friends you’re dating a celebrity. Bellamy’s really not sure what the protocol for that one is.

Words: 4429, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Followers

Read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2scDBpG

until the blaze of their lips burns the lover's hand

by carrieevew

for months now, Clarke’s been having this nice and easy arrangement with Bellamy where they don’t ask too many questions and just enjoy each other; when she finally realises that she sorta wants something more with him, she ends up with more than she bargained for.

Words: 7547, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Bellarke Bingo

Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3gb9kgb

A Cup of Coffee, a Sandwich and You

by marauders_groupie

Bellarke + “You give me a different fake name every time you come into the coffee shop and I just want to know your real name bc ur cute but here I am scrawling “Batman” onto your stupid cappuccino”

Happy birthday, Mel! <3

*

“Save any lives today?”

He bats his eyelids open, cocks an eyebrow above his thick-rimmed glasses. Yeah, he’s cute. That might be like at least 70% of why she cares.

“What.”

“Okay, well, fake name every time,” she ticks away on her fingers. “Constantly tired. Glasses. You know who also wears glasses? Yeah, Superman!”

Words: 1820, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/2bJVHTq

bound by the secrets we keep; or that arranged marriage au

Clarke Griffin turned eighteen and celebrated her birthday with a marriage ceremony.

This was the last night she’d sleep alone; in the morning she’d be shuffled off to a quiet ceremony where she’d hold hands with a man five years older than her (a man she barely knows. Yet, despite all of this, she puffed out her chest and lifted her chin high. I’m Clarke Griffin, I sure as hell can handle this.

Turning eighteen meant getting married; it meant beginning her apprenticeship in the infirmary under the careful supervision of her mother. Turning eighteen meant becoming an adult; when only yesterday she’d been a child, free to wander the space station at her own volition; free to speak her mind without being taken seriously; free to run and laugh— but now, she had to grow up, and she couldn't help but think she was meant for so much more.

Main Pairing: Bellamy/Clarke

Side Pairing: Raven/Wells

Summary: Based on this soulmates prompt where soul marks blossom at the place you first touch.

A/N: Title from Dodie Clark’s song of the same name. 

Freckles and Constellations

Clarke doesn’t really think about whether or not she’s ever touched Bellamy Blake, mostly because it’s weird. But also because they’re hardly even friends. He’s just the guy she sometimes works with at the library. His freckles are nice.

She’s never been crazy about the soulmates thing in general, and never even believed that the marks really meant anything until she introduces Raven and Wells during her sophomore year of college. It’s incredible, watching streaks of electric blue run up his dark skin as they shake hands, perfect bolts of navy blue lightning branching up her arm.

They’re not like the other soulmates she’s seen, who fall hard and fast, no questions asked. Raven is wary, and Wells shy, but they’re both willing to try. Two months proves their marks right, though, and Clarke has to admit that they’re nothing but perfect for each other.

They’re her favorite people in the world, her family, and she’s not jealous of them in the least. But she also knows it’s reckless to hope for someone who fits her perfectly, so she doesn’t. And she’s happy.

Well. Working at the university library is kind of a pain in the ass, because somehow college students always have the dumbest questions. But it’s not the worst. She has a job. She can’t complain.

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3 Times Bellamy Wanted to Kiss Clarke and 1 Time Clarke Kissed Him

by badassclarkegriffin

Or the one in which Bellamy tries to tell Clarke how he really feels and fails. Miserably.

Words: 3088, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/1PpjpUc

Power Couple

by BurntOrange

Their people like them united: a team and a unit. It’s easier for them as well, to make decisions together and lead hand in hand. Neither of them are romantic, but everyone has needs.

*Just the 100 off the drop ship. *Not quite sure where this is going. Likely only a few chapters with some lemons. *I love a good power couple.

Words: 944, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/1IijOrO

planning for the day i sweep you off your feet (i'd never leave you alone)

by ImJustLikeMe

Bellamy!”

“Octavia! What are you doing?”

Before the girl could answer Bellamy was approaching the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“Clarke is nervous because she doesn’t know how to stop just being a fuck buddy and be an actual girlfriend,” Octavia told him easily.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow at Clarke but she just whined and dropped her head to her hands.

“And apparently I have to do everything for you two so let me walk you through this: you talk about it. Both of you look at me.” Octavia literally pulled on Clarke’s hands so she would. “Talk to your boyfriend, your boyfriend who would literally do anything for you. And you,” she looked to Bellamy, “comfort her. Don’t just have sex and think it’s solved. Jesus, you guys are horrible. Lord help me when you think about marriage. I’m going to go drink copious amounts of alcohol. You two are literally driving me to drink and I’m still technically underage for another seven months even though I don’t act like it. I hope you’re happy.” And with that she was gone.

-:- Sequel to ‘you can me could be forever (perfectly perfect together) in which Clarke doesn’t know how to relationship. Also: life happens as time goes on.

Words: 17561, Chapters: ½, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of the only broken-hearted loser you’ll ever need

Read it on AO3 at http://ift.tt/1U1V5Jj