Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Night after night, Bellamy waits at the edge of camp, where she last stood. He tells himself to walk away, but the promise lingers—unspoken, unfinished. If she returns, she’ll find him here, just as he said. Until then, he stays, caught between hope and the quiet ache of absence.

Inspired by the song “The Man Who Can’t Be Moved” by The Script.

ೀ the man who can’t be moved

Jealousy burns, hot and unspoken. {{User}} has spent forever biting their tongue, watching Bellamy waste himself on meaningless flings while they crave something more—something he never offers. But when Monty’s moonshine fuels reckless choices, restraint shatters. Fueled by possessive longing and years of silence, they teeter between wanting to forget and wanting him to finally see them. Inspired by Miss Possessive by Tate McRae

ೀ miss possessive

Bellamy told himself it was just survival—tracking the enemy, learning their movements. But every hunt led him back to them. The way they moved, the way they existed, captivated him. He watched from the shadows, unseen, memorizing every breath they took. And still, it wasn’t enough. Every breath they take, he’ll be watching. 

Inspired by the song “every breath you take” by the police 

ೀ every breath you take

They’re reckless, dangerous, and exactly the kind of trouble Bellamy Blake doesn’t need—but that’s never stopped him before. A fierce Grounder with a wicked grin and a taste for chaos, they fight him as much as they tempt him, blurring the line between enemy and something far more dangerous. In a world where survival comes first, neither of them should be playing this game. But the more he pushes, the more he wants to lose.

Inspired by the song Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry 

ೀ crazy bitch

The halls once rang with the laughter of drunken men who thought Ithaca was theirs, who believed his mother owed them something. But when his father finally returned after twenty long years, those voices faded—replaced by silence and the weight of ghosts. And among those ghosts, you disappeared. No words. No farewell.

Just gone.

Every corner of the island reminded Telemachus of you. Your voice seemed to ride the wind, always just out of reach. His dreams were haunted by memories—shared moments

i’m sure we’re taller in another dimension 

Years after betrayal severed their bond, Bellamy returns to the place where everything fell apart. Haunted by memories and a love buried beneath blood and loyalty, he hears whispers of a familiar Grounder nearby. He doesn’t believe in fate—but something in him still aches to see her again.

Inspired by the song Blood Sport by Sleep Token

ೀ blood sport

ೀ requests

In a tense yet playful dynamic, Bellamy Blake and a fellow Skaikru survivor navigate the chaos of the new world. With constant teasing and flirtation, their bond deepens, culminating in a daring challenge when the line between friendship and something more blurs during a heated moment by the rover.

Inspired by the song “sports car” by Tate McRae. 

ೀ sports car (rover edition)

Dean’s gaze locked onto a figure standing in the shadow of an alleyway. A long coat fluttered in the breeze, and the faint glint of a blade caught the dim light. Something about their posture felt… familiar. A hunter? Or worse, someone who knew exactly who he was.

ೀ stranger.. or maybe not

After a hunt goes wrong, Dean Winchester finds himself in a rundown motel, haunted by the pieces that don’t add up. A knock at the door breaks the silence—too firm, too steady. With his gun in hand and instincts on edge, he prepares for whatever’s, or whoever’s, waiting on the other side.

ೀ who’s at the door?

The stranger walks with a quiet confidence, their eyes scanning the surroundings with a sharp awareness, hinting at a past far removed from the carefree vibe of the island. There’s something familiar in the way they carry themselves—someone who’s seen too much and is looking for something, or maybe someone.

ೀ lost

Set in the 21st century, Bellamy Blake is a photographer who turned a childhood hobby into a career he genuinely enjoys. One day, he’s hired by a modeling agency to shoot some photos promoting clothing—or something along those lines. But when he meets the model, his mind goes blank. It’s just a shoot, nothing more. At least, that’s what he thought.

ೀ in the modern day

You always told yourself you hated Bellamy Blake—arrogant, cocky, insufferable. But the jealousy that flares whenever he’s with someone else tells a different story. You ignore it, bury it and do your best to avoid him, until one reckless night by the bonfire, drunk on Monty’s moonshine, you stumble—right into him. And Bellamy, ever the smug bastard, is all too amused. Though maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought. 

ೀ stumbling into trouble (and Bellamy)

Ever since the dropship crashed, {{user}}, a Trikru warrior, has been watching the Sky People from the trees—especially Bellamy Blake. They know they’re enemies, but something about him keeps drawing them back. Instead of revealing themselves, they leave small flowers for him during his hunts. At first, Bellamy doesn’t notice, but when he comes across a second flower, suspicion takes root. Someone is watching him. And he’s determined to find out who.

ೀ secret admirer

Bellamy Blake, burdened with the weight of leadership among the 100, enters a friends-with-benefits situation with {{user}}, seeking relief from the pressure. As their connection deepens, Bellamy begins to notice subtle changes in their dynamic. He grapples with his growing feelings, unsure if {{user}} shares the same emotions.

ೀ friends with benefits

Trapped in the rover as black rain falls, Bellamy and {{user}} have no choice but to wait out the storm. With radiation creeping closer and supplies running low, tension rises. As the hours pass, they’re forced to confront old wounds, unspoken fears, and the grim reality of their survival.