Bellamy has never believed in fairy tales. He believes in the law of the jungle, in the lions of the Serengeti and the wolves of North America. There are no princes, no towers to climb. There's knowing when you've found your match and not letting anything stand in your way...because Blakes fight dirty to get what they want. Warning: violence, character death, real life problems.

A collection of drabbles and one-shots from the point of view of our favourite vigilante (and occasionally our dear IT girl). Prompts are welcome and encouraged. Centers around Olicity (current and possible future). Complete, with the possibility of a continuance for the next season.

Through the blackened bodies and the curling smoke, Bellamy is relieved to find that he's not the only one who survived. They've been scattered to the wind, but Bellamy is determined to find his people, no matter what it might cost. Takes place post 1x13.

Post 1x13. She thought she couldn't live without Finn; but now here's here, alive and well, and yet all she can think about is Bellamy and how she suddenly can't live without him. Only a one-shot.