First and Last of Your Kind, by verbaepulchellae

She needs to feel real and alive after all that death and for a moment she’s at a loss of how to get that, how to feel that when she can’t turn to Finn and Raven is buried in engineering and forty-seven of her friends could be dying in Mount Weather. 

But then she thinks of Bellamy’s fingers under hers. 

Adult, missing scene. Clarke needs something real - Bellamy gives it to her. I love how comfort-seeking, life-affirming smut turns into something lovely and deep, without messing up canon.

First and Last of Your Kind, by verbaepulchellae

Faking It, by winterwaters

The footsteps rounded the corner.

“We might need crazy right about now,” he said urgently. 

She pushed him against the wall, hard. He had only a moment to register his surprise before her arms wound around his neck and her mouth touched his.

Teen, fluff. I have a soft spot for pretend!relationship fics, and this one’s just really sweet.

Faking It, by winterwaters

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Vid: The Scientist, by shirasade

Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start
-The Scientist

Randomly got this idea stuck in my head and simply had to do it. Music: acoustic Coldplay cover by Kina Grannis, Tyler Ward & Lindsay Stirling.

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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.”

Adult, Groundhog Day!AU. Early season 1!Clarke & Bellamy are stuck together. At first it goes about as well as expected - and then it goes about as well as (the shipper heart) expected… including sexytimes! :)

Meet Me in the Morning, by monroeslittle

Watercolors, by rashaka

When a rustle pulls him awake, it’s full dark. The last candle winked out some time before, and the only light remaining is a thin silver glow from the window. Bellamy blinks as his eyes adjust, taking in the wooden slats of the ceiling, then the quiet room. Beyond the door, he can hear men and women moving and whispering, but the sounds are muted: a hush of a prayer, a soft whimper of pain. He turns his head, expecting to see Clarke asleep beside him in the darkness. 

She’s not.

She is awake too, and she’s watching him.

Adult, post-season 3 finale. This is only the first chapter of what the author calls a “smut series”, but it stands wonderfully on its own - and the smut has a whole lot of feels to it, which is my favourite kind.

Watercolors, by rashaka