Bellamy, picking up the pieces of everyone's shattered world. Especially Clarke's. Set after Season 2, Episode 8. Title inspired by "Dead Sea" by The Lumineers: "Whoa, I'm like the Dead Sea/The nicest words you ever said to me/Honey can't you see/I was born to be, be your Dead Sea". RATED "M" FOR LATER CHAPTERS.

His body was shaped like a Greek god; she only knew one person that took such great care of their body oh my god images from last night came rushing back and the realization of who was next to her hit her like a tone of bricks. She had slept with her best friend's brother, Bellamy Blake, who was currently holding her so tight she was finding it hard to breathe.

Everything about them had a steady pace, a couple hundred tiny steps and then one big leap, like the way the wind would blow against a door that never closed all the way, little by little until eventually it flew open all at once. Or the story of how two walking disasters stumble into something beautiful.

Bellamy wrecks Clarke's birthday party and has to find a way to apologise to her.

AU Post Season 1 finale. They were meant to be used as a new influx of genes for Mount Weather. But Clarke Griffin and her band of survivors would not be going along willingly.

Her hands were flat against his chest. "Isn't this what people do?" she asked with a fragility he had never heard escape her before. Bellamy hesitated, let himself hold his breath. "Yeah," he said on his exhale, careful not to disturb the night air. "Yeah, it's what people do." If she heard the sadness in his voice, she didn't question it.

Clarke loves her new apartment-if only her neighbour would co-operate and start wearing shirts in the morning. Neighbours AU.

Post Spacewalker (2x08). As Clarke struggles to come to terms with what she's done, Bellamy steps in to help her in whatever way he can. Basically a story about Bellamy helping Clarke deal with Finn's death. Mostly Bellarke but with a bit of Linctavia. Kinda angsty not gonna lie. Title is from 'Demons' by Imagine Dragons.

Bellamy shifted on his stump and cleared his throat, looked at her with something searching. It was the drop ship they were talking about, yes, but also what they created around the drop ship. What they built from nothing. That is was the two of them that led it, that they made the rules and they carried the burden of running things. And they missed it.

Clarke doesn't know why Bellamy Blake still believes in her. One-shot. Post 2x08.

"You must be the one called Bellamy," the man gruffed, a sarcastic grin forming on his lips. "Yeah, your little princess cried for you-when I was in between her legs," Bellamy lunged forward, blood boiling, rage coursing through him, blinding him from the consequences. He would kill this man with his bare hands, he didn't care who he was. All he cared about was that they had her.