People were interested in me doing a thing like this, so here we go! I figured I’d do a short little blurb about each writer, including one or two of my favorite works by them. So, in no real order (like, I literally randomized the list) here are some of the most talented people* whose art I’ve had the pleasure of reading:
*Please note that some of these people haven’t written for bellarke in a while! That doesn’t mean you should pester them about it! Appreciate the heck out of what they have written instead. Cool? Cool.
Maria’s written a good variety of longer and shorter fics, and each of them is excellent. (She’s also an amazing human/friend, but that’s more of a side perk.) She’s currently writing Things We Shouldn’t Do which is what everyone wants out of a multi-chap, fake-dating, actors AU. Or for something shorter, check out T.O.P. S.E.C.R.E.T. for some friends-with-benefits/feelings-reveal goodness. And maybe if she loves me she’ll finish Let’s Go to the Mall but it’s nbd.
I read The Squire (multi-chap, medieval AU) when I was pretty new to the fandom, and I’m still completely in awe of it. Steph’s also written a million other amazing bellarke fics, like this fluffy-af youtubers AU (and, recently, some fucking amazing Jyn/Cassian stuff, if you’re into that) so make sure to check out all of her incredible writing.
Chash has written a million and one amazing fics, so obvs read everything she’s written, but one of my particular faves is Some Cheese With That Whine. It gives me all the best-friends-to-lovers feelings. Amazing. Plus she likes all my posts when I’m flailing about ffx <3
Lana’s another one of those writers where I know I’ll like everything she publishes. She’s like, the queen a soulmate AU’s. Her most recent one is here–a cool iteration where you feel whatever pain your soulmate feels. As with all the other authors here, don’t forget to check out all her other stories!
I discovered Kacka this summer, and her stories saved me from boredom on the countless train rides I was taking across Europe. By which I mean you should just read through everything on her AO3 page, like I did. Everyone loves a good coffee-shop AU, right? Check out Got to Find Those Extra Cups to Fill. She’s a fantastic, inspiring writer and an even lovelier human being.
Bri’s another one of the authors I first read when I joined the fandom! She doesn’t write much bellarke anymore, but it’s all still up on her AO3 along with a ton of quality Jyn/Cassian fics, if that’s your jam!
Kayla’s the first person I ever considered my “favorite fanfic author” and the title still fits, even if I do have about a million “favorite” authors now. Full Circle is an older, post s2, fic of hers, but it’s undeniably still one of my faves. A more recent fave is: this is your heart (can you feel it). These are both canonverse, but she writes amazing modern AUs as well. <3
Is it getting old for me to keep saying I like everything insert-name-here writes?? I’d stop, except that it’s TRUE. Mel is fantastic. Her last installment in Good Times Gonna Come is so cute I can’t actually stand it. Something In The Air (That Night) is also super good. (She also writes Sethkate and Jyn/Cassian!)
(Okay I’m running out of time for these last few–gotta get to class–so I’ll just do one fic rec from each writer, BUT they’re all such fucking talented authors. Everything they write is amazing.)
OKAY PHEW. I think that’s everything. As a last note, don’t forget to appreciate your favorite authors! A comment or reblog here and there goes a long way. Kudos and likes are lovely, but not quite as tangible as comments and tags.
There’s only one thing I put before business…my family. I met my boyfriend/baby-daddy, Myles, through a mutual friend. He came into my shop lookin as delicious as he does now but I wasn’t feelin his style. I fixed him up with a new wardrobe and as he tried things on, our conversation flowed. We exchanged numbers and the rest is pretty much history. We’ve been together for 4 years now and we have two beautiful daughters, Milan (2) and Kai (5 months). Everybody be pressed about when we gettin married and such but all that matters to me is that we’re happy and our kids are taken care of. When Myles is ready to propose, he will.
The thing is, there are a million really good ways Bellamy could nearly get himself killed. Productive ways, like, dying a radiation soaked death while trying to save his friends from sporadic nuclear meltdown. Or, like, dying a bloody death at the hands of a wild boar on a hunting trip gone wrong. Less grandiose, but still broadly understandable. Really, the possibilities are endless. | Canon-verse. Hurt/Comfort. Just an excuse for Clarke to vocally appreciate Bellamy, because someone needs to do it.
Whoever this arsonist is, Clarke has to wonder if they’ve got something out for her in particular.
The loud, deep voice rings out as she turns away from a witness and back toward the house—kitchen now no longer on fire—to see her least favorite firefighter, cocky grin settled on his sweaty, unfairly handsome face. “Fancy seeing you here.”
She loathes him. |A Bellarke Firefighter/Detective, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers AU.
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. |Based on a soulmates prompt where soul marks blossom at the place you first touch.
Clarke Griffin dreams about the same boy every night after her father’s death. He helps her through tough times and she returns the favor. There’s no way he’s real, right? | Another soulmates AU because that’s my entire aesthetic.
Sexual Orientation: Uh…well, I guess the easiest to explain it is pansexual with an incredibly strong preference for women lol
Favorite Fruit: Pretty much all melons!
Favorite Season: Autumn, and that transitioning from winter into spring right as things start to bloom and before my allergies come to kill me :D
Favorite Flower: Sunflowers, alstromeria, viking pomps, and green button mums
Favorite Scent: I fucking love woodsy smells omg especially anything with cedar or balsam pine
Favorite Animal: Lol well I have different ones for different types of animals (I won’t get super specific with taxonomy though lol):
Land Mammal- Elephants and bears
Marine Mammal- Dolphins and whales
Non-mammal Marine: Do coral polyp colonies count?? Also sea stars!
Bird: Kestrels and owls!
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Tea <3
Dream Trip: I would love to travel all across Asia and learn about different Eastern religions, like Hinduism, Buddhism, and Shinto!
Number of Followers: 462, and I’m pretty happy to say none of them are porn bots, I weed those out super quick XD
What Do I Post About: Right now, primarily fandom based content and my own colorings. Once I’m out of school and less stressed I’ll be a bit more involved instead of just filling my queue lmao though I also post references of all sorts and real world events and the like
Do I Get Asks On A Regular Basis: I kind of use to, but I stepped wayyyyy back from fandom and withdrew from interacting as much as I did, and I stopped reblogging ask memes as part of my hiatus, so I don’t really get any now
Favorite Band/Artist: Two Steps From Hell, Emancipator, Florence + the Machine
Aesthetic: I’ve never quite understood an aesthetic, I don’t think, is it like things and ideas that I associate myself with? XD Suns, moons, stars, all things unapologetically gay, flowy skirts and loose blouses, trees, feminism, art supplies, human rights, cheesecake, cheese in general, s l e e p
Fictional Character I’d Date: …Sango from Inuyasha. Also, Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter. ISABELA, Fenris, and Sera from Dragon Age. Also Lucy Heartfilia and Cana Alberona from Fairy Tail. I could list like 50 more bad ass women but I’ll stop here lmao
Rules: Answer the questions and tag whoever you would like to get to know better.
Name: makayla Nicknames:kayla, kay, kayra (courtesy to athena & her parents) birthday: november 13th gender: cis- female orientation: bisexual age: 19 Height: 5′2″ ½ Ethnicity: hispanic & irish Favorite Fruit: idk i rly like strawberrys & bananas ?? Favorite Season: i really love spring bc all of the bright colors & bc its like ,, perfect weather ?? Favorite Book:thirteen reasons why & the fifth wave series Favorite Flower: idk ,, i don’t really like flowers enough to have a fav ?? Favorite Scent: anything sweet smelling ?? Average Sleep Hours: i’d say prob 10 maximum Cat or Dog Person: dOG favorite soda: i dont rly drink soda but when i do its normally pepsi/coca-cola favorite candy: reeses & snickers favorite pizza: pepperoni w jalapenos favorite meal: mac n cheese best memory: prob my graduation day ?? just a proud moment bc i did it ?? best friend: i got @scarredher , athena who i cant ever type her user name, @sabrinaspellman & @sheriis ,,, sadly best relative: my grandma who sadly passed away but she stiLL my mAIN !! best pet: i love my lil evil baby puppy bailey one random fact about you: i live up danielle campbell & nick robinsons ass one random fact about your day: i had pizza for dinner & a job opportunity it was great one random fact about your job/school: i just recently got declined from my top school ?? so im p bumed out lately. one random fact about your favorite tv show: jeff atkins & hannah baker deserved better ??? Favorite Fictional Character: davina claire, kol mikaelson, hannah baker, ben parish/zombie. Number of Blankets You Sleep With: it depends on the season ?? bc heat nor ac work in my room so if its winter normally about 3 ?? and summer 1 Blog Created: early april 2017 Number of Followers: 148
Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 1,291 Warnings: none A/N: Here’s my entry for Andi’s (@ellen-reincarnated1967) gif challenge! I had so much fun with this! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)
Will Solace flopped down on his creaky bed, flinging his pale, shaky arm over his tired eyes to shield them from the dull lights of his cabin that were, for some reason, much too bright today. He had been in the infirmary since six a.m., forfeiting the few extra hours of sleep he had been hoping to get, just so that he could help his ungrateful, cranky patients who seemed bent on coughing and sneezing all over him. He had been pulling all nighters for the past week, due to a combination of an overload of work and an annoying, pounding headache that he had had since Monday, and he was hoping for a small nap before he had to go in for his midnight shift making sure that no one died during the night, not that it would matte to Will if someone did. It would mean one less patient to yell into his ear and make his head throb even more.
His eyes had just fluttered closed, his labored breathing finally coming in short, even puffs, when the door to the cabin banged open. Will shot up, banging his head on the low ceiling. He broke into a harsh coughing fit, every cough scratching at his already irritated throat and making it burn even more. When the fit subsided, he looked up to see his angry half- sister Kayla standing in the doorway, her arms crossed over the Camp Half- Blood infirmary uniform.
“Will, where have you been? Two twelve year olds just came down with a nasty case of the flu, and they’re vomiting up pizza on the floor. We’re swamped, and I find you in here taking a nap? Come on, Solace, lets go.” She grabbed his arm, but let go in shock when he felt how warm his skin was.
“Will? Are you okay?” her tone seemed to soften, and her face looked more worried. “Are you sick? Gods, if I had known I never would have come in here. Do you want to stay in the infirmary?” Will shook his head, the action making his head feel as though someone was beating his skull with a hammer.
“Don’t worry about it, Kay. It’s just the sun. Give me a minute so I can change and I’ll meet you at the infirmary, ‘kay?” Kayla nodded, still not looking convinced. She left the cabin glancing over her shoulder every few seconds to make sure Will hadn’t collapsed on the floor.
When Kayla was out of sight, Will stripped down, shivering as the air hit his bare skin even though it was the middle of August. When he was fully clothed, he slipped an old sweatshirt on over his tee shirt. Stuffing a small pack of tissues into his pocket, he headed off to the infirmary.
When Will pushed open the door to the infirmary, he was met with the sound of coughing and the strong smell of vomit attacked his nose, making him sneeze wetly. He muffled them into a tissue, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to conceal his obvious illness for long. His first patient, a young daughter of Demeter, was huddled underneath the thick woolen blanket that was provided by the infirmary, The girl, even though her fever must have been raging, looked decently warm. Will wanted nothing more than to crawl underneath one and fall asleep. He could, if he wanted to. Kayla had offered him a bed. But he couldn’t. Will had a duty to uphold, and he had a lot more sick people to help before he could help himself.
“So, how are you feeling?” Will asked the girl, wincing at how scratchy his voice was. The girl, however, seemed too sick to notice.
“Every time I puke, flowers come out,” she whimpered. She lurched, and put a fist over her mouth to stop herself from puking. Will knelt down next to her, rubbing her back soothingly.
“It’s okay to let it out, honey. And you said you throw up flowers? Is this part of the illness?” The girl shook her head morosely.
“It’s a Demeter thing,” she sighed. She lurched again, gagging. Will held out a bucket kept by every one of the infirmary beds in front of her as chunks splattered against the metal. Will made the mistake of looking down, and saw the remnants of this morning’s breakfast mixed with the petals of red rose petals. Reluctantly, Will stood up straight, ready to dump the vomit in the back of the infirmary. The sudden movement made Will cough, and he doubled over as coughs wracked his body. It was only noon, but Will could tell it was going to be a long day.
“Hgn’ ngsh! Hgn’ ngsh! Hgn’ ngsh!” Will sneezed into his last, crumpled tissue clenched tightly in his hand, a clipboard with the patient information held tightly in the other. He wiped at his streaming nose, wishing he had a few more tissues.
When he turned around to get back to work, Nico was standing there with a worried expression on his face.
“Will? Are you okay?”
“No, he’s not,” Kayla said as she whisked by with an arm load of supplies. She was wearing her mother hen look. “Nico, please take him back to your cabin. He’s obviously not well, and the last thing we need is him infecting the patients.” Nico grabbed Will’s hand, surprised at how warm it was.
“Will, you’re burning up. Come on, lets go.” Nico started to pull, but Will refused to budge. “Will, come on.”
“But they need me here,” Will complained. Kayla put a gentle hand on his back.
“Will, the only place you need to be is with Nico, resting. We can handle one day here without the great Will Solace, I promise.” Will looked into her face for minute and seeing that she was serious, begrudgingly nodded.
“Come on, Will,” Nico said, leading him to his cabin. “You can lean on me.” Even though Will was at least a head taller than his boyfriend, he leaned his head down on Nico’s shoulder, relishing his cool skin against his burning head. Smiling a little bit, he let Nico lead him across the U of cabins to the Hades cabin.
“Just lay down, okay?” Nico said, gesturing to his bunk. Will shook his head, closing his eyes to keep the pain at bay.
“But- but that’s your bunk. What if you get sick?” Nico laughed.
“Don’t worry about me, I have a strong immune system. Besides, I’m going to be your cuddle buddy, so what’s the difference?” Gently, Nico helped Will lower himself onto the bed and pulled the comforter up to his sick boyfriend’s chin.
“I’m going to get some medical supplies from the bathroom,” he informed Will. “Lights on or off?”
“Off, please,” Will groaned. He shut his eyes tightly to attempt to block out the headache, and one arm was thrown over his burning forehead. Smiling sadly at the sight of his vulnerable boyfriend, Nico flicked off the lights.
When Nico returned to Will, carrying enough medicine and water bottles to supply a small army, Will had fallen into a fitful sleep. His labored, congested breathing was making a harsh rattling sound in his throat and his flushed face was beaded with sweat. Nico rested the back of his hand on Will’s forehead only to find the heat of a fire raging underneath Will’s skin. Gently, as to nit disturb the rest Will so desperately needed, Nico slipped the thermometer underneath Will’s tongue and waited patiently for the beep with his eyes trained on Will the whole time. There were a few fever induced sleep grunts from his sleeping boyfriend but other than that he was quiet.
At the loud beep of the thermometer, Will stirred, blinking his eyes as he regained his bearings.
“What is it?” he groaned, finding enough strength to prop himself up on his elbows.
“105.2,” Nico sighed, tucking away the thermometer. He sat down next to Will and laid the back of his hand first on his forehead, then on his cheek, then finally on the back of his neck. “You got it pretty bad.” Will sank back into his throne of pillows, the dark circles under his eyes becoming even more apparent with the results of his temperature.
“I have no idea how you managed to walk around until noon with a temperature that high,” Nico said, wrapping an arm around his boyfriend’s shivering shoulders in an effort to make him more comfortable.
“Dedication,” Will said, grabbing a tissue from the full box sitting on his knees and dabbing at his streaming nose.
“More like stubbornness,” Nico laughed. Will chuckled along with him, but his laugh soon turned into a harsh cough. He doubled over, the coughs tearing at the thin lining of his throat. Nico held his shoulders until the fit stopped and Will was finally able to straiten.
“I’ll go get you some medicine, I think I have some underneath the sink,” Nico said, a worried tone apparent in his voice. Will pulled the covers up to his chin, giving a slight fever- induced shiver.
“Thanks, Neeks,” he sighed. Nico nodded and left for the bathroom.
When he came back, he was fully armed with fever reducer, cold medicine and a full glass of water.
“Take these,” he instructed, handing Will two of each pill and the water. Will frowned, examining the pills.
“These are, like, the size of an elephant. There’s no way I can swallow those.” Nico leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips, concerned at how warm he still was.
“Please, Will? For me?” Will rolled his eyes, but put a pill on his tongue and swallowing it down with a huge gulp of water. He gave a slight shudder as it went down his sore throat.
Nico watched in satisfaction as Will swallowed the other three pills, then downed the rest of the water. Nico climbed into the bed and quietly stroked Will’s hair. Will yawned, resting his head on the pillow. His eyes fluttered closed, and he gave a sleepy grin.
“’m tired, Neeks.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“You know I’ll be fine, right?” Nico grinned, sinking down to the level of Will’s head and pulling Will to his chest.
There were some last minute changes in the gifter/giftee roster for this year’s Secret Santa and my gift-fic wound up being for you. Wow, talk about intimidating… I’ve followed you ever since I first got into The 100 and I am such a big fan of your writing! The person I was originally supposed to write for requested a friends-to-lovers and/or friends with benefits fic, so that’s broadly the direction I went with. But when I saw your preferences I (fortunately) still felt pretty comfortable with what I’d already written. At its core, my gift to you is a fluffy modern day AU with implied elements of best friend’s brother throughout, so it covers some of your listed preferences :) I really hope that you like it and that it is close to what you had in mind when you entered in spite of the situation. Wishing you all the best for the New Year.
Your Secret Santa
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The first time it happened was the first Christmas without her dad, and after getting into a shouting match with her mother, Clarke just needed to feel something, anything to distract her from the gaping hole inside her chest. They weren’t even really friends back then, only crossing paths whenever Octavia forced them to be in the same room - or, as it was, put them both on bartending duty at their dorm’s Christmas party. Clarke can’t recall who moved first. All she remembers is both of them lunging at each other, lips crashing together in a heated kiss, and the taste of peppermint schnapps on his tongue. The second time, almost exactly one year later, started with mistletoe and ended with her legs around Bellamy’s waist as he pressed her up against her bedroom wall. The third time was different. For one, they were actually friends now, best friends even, to everyone’s great surprise, and while they weren’t exactly sober, there was no mistletoe to hide behind. They circled around each other all evening and traded knowing smiles over glasses of eggnog while their friends sung carols. When Bellamy cocked his head at the door and raised his eyebrows in question, Clarke grabbed her purse and followed him home. She probably shouldn’t have been surprised when they stopped hiding behind any semblance of Christmas tradition. Instead of waiting until the next year, she would hardly have to wait until the next week. (She rings in the New Year with Bellamy’s head between her thighs. There are definitely worse things.)