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[toomanyfandomssss]

His Girl - Six

Previously

He had sat back against the cave wall when the girl spoke up again. "Can you tell me a story to help me fall asleep?"

He thought for a moment before replying, "Like what?"

"Tell me how you met Violet."

Now

Bellamy smiled at the mention her name. "Violet?" he questioned. Charlotte nodded for him to start. "We met a year and a half before Octavia was caught."

Violet Kane stood against the wall of the Ark as she watched families collect their rations. She always felt guilty for being the daughter of Marcus Kane; a member of the counsel and second in command to the chancellor. She felt guilty because she knew she never had to worry about going hungry. She felt guilty that she couldn't do anything to help the poor families that had to go without because they weren't high enough on the hierarchy to be given the same amount of care as she was. Until, she had an idea.

Every time Violet had received her rations she'd give them to a family in need. She knew that the plan wasn't foolproof as she would need some of those rations to survive, but she had only kept as much as her body needed to survive.

Sometimes, Violet  would take extras to give out. Not too often considering if she has gotten caught she'd be arrested.

As she watched each person grab their set of rations, a certain person caught her eye. A tall brunette boy was standing in line and he seemed to be nervous. His face showed it all. That, and he kept looking around while clenching and unclenching his hands. She kept her eyes on him as he watched the guards hand out rations. When it was is turn he seemed like he wanted to say something to the guard but decided against it. The whole ordeal confused Violet.

After everyone had collected their rations and the guards dispersed, Violet had snuck into the room where all the extra rations were stored. She once again managed to take an extra so she could leave it for someone who needed it. The only question is who would it be this time.

Walking through the Ark Violet had come across the boy from earlier. She had decided to be nosy and follow him. Eventually he had stopped at what she assumed was his room on the Ark. As he went to open the door a dark haired woman came out. Violet hid behind a corner.

"Did you get it?" the woman asked frantically.

"No." the boy replied sheepishly.

"Why not?" she reprimanded him.

"I just wasn't able to mom." the boy replied harshly, pushing past her into the room. The boys mom followed after him, yelling things Violet couldn't make out from where she was.

When the door closed she waited a few minutes before walking up to it and placing the extra rations she had taken in front of it. She knocked on the door before quickly bolting down the hall to her room.

From then on, the extra rations Violet has taken managed to always end up in front of that same room.

One day, when she has set the rations down at the door she heard a deep voice behind her.

"So you're the one who's been leaving the rations."

She gasped as she turned around. When their eyes connected she felt world shift. He was sure he stopped breathing.

"Um yeah, I'm.. sorry."

He laughed, "Why the hell are you sorry sweetheart?"  "You have no idea how much you have helped me." He held his hand out, "I'm Bellamy."

She smiled, making his heart skip. "Violet."

Next chapter will be longer

[anakinsmechanicalhand]

Tension

Parings: Bellamy Blake x gn!reader (season 3)

Summary: After Bellamy returns from the Grounder Army massacre, tensions start to form between Bellamy and Y/N. (also i’m not very good at summaries, so i apologize.)

Warnings: mild language, mentions of murder, minor mention of vomit (not significant enough to put a warning, but just in case) CHARLES PIKE

Word Count: 822

As soon as the gates to Arkadia open, your eyes lock with his. Bellamy and Pike walk side by side with the rest of the small group behind them. Bellamy’s face is set in a passive expression. You try to read him but he’s not giving you much to go off of. Pike steps forward looking over the small crowd that has gathered in front of the gates.

“Everybody, listen up. Less than 24 hours ago you elected me as your Chancellor. Every action I’ve taken since and every action I will take will be to achieve one sacred goal. The creation of a self-sustaining, prosperous, and safe Arkadia.” You lock eyes with Octavia, the both of you disgusted with Pike.

“This morning on a muddy field,” You feel a small amount of bile starting to creep up your throat as you hear Pike say what you were dreading. “Our people paid tribute to those who have been taken from us by sending a message to the Grounders. This land is ours now!”

Everybody cheers around you and you can’t even make yourself look at Bellamy.

“Resist, and you will be met by force. Fight, and you will be greeted by death. Today is a new beginning. Mark it down, remember it, just like the Grounders will remember it!” Pike finishes with the ghost of a smile on his face. The crowd cheers once more and you search for Bellamy, desperately hoping he had nothing to do with the massacre of the Grounder army. Instead you watch him follow Pike with an unreadable expression.

You slowly make your back to your quarters that you share with Bellamy. It’s been about two hours since you watched him leave to meet with Pike. You’re about to go search for him when you see the door knob slowly turning. Shortly after Bellamy comes in looking exhausted. Once he sees you his expression morphs into a blank one.

He clears his throat. “Hey,” He begins softly before you cut him off.

“Do you have any idea about what you’ve done?” You ask him sharply. He turns away from you and sits beginning to take his boots off. You let out a huff of air before you continue, “Please tell me you had nothing to do with what went down there?” You say your voice barely above a whisper. He gazes up at you and you can see the conflict on his face. You slowly breathe out and sit on the small bed in the corner of the room.

He stands and heads towards the small bathroom in your quarters turning on the shower. Bellamy discards his shirt and you see many bruises and cuts littering his body. You grab the mini med kit from your backpack and gesture for Bellamy to follow you into the bathroom. You quickly clean his wounds making sure that none of them will get infected. Once you're finished you leave the bathroom leaving Bellamy to take a shower.

You’re not sure how long you were sitting on your shared bed, but you decide not too long because you hear the water turn off. Shortly after you see Bellamy come out fully dressed. He sits beside you but doesn’t say anything. A few minutes go by before you decide to break the silence.

“Why?” Is all you say for now. Bellamy looks at you contemplating his thoughts. “You and the others murdered an army that was sent to protect us.” You state trying to make sense of it.

“That ‘army’ could have attacked us at any given moment.” Bellamy says defensively.

“Don’t you realize that if an army wasn’t going to attack us then, Lexa will certainly send one to wipe us out now.” You explain trying to get him to see his mistake.

“Pike has a plan.” Bellamy says slowly.

“Don’t tell me that you trust that asshole now.” You say condescendingly. He doesn’t say anything. “Bellamy, he’s a power hungry, egotistical dickhead.” You shift your position so you’re looking Bellamy in the eyes.

“I’m just saying, maybe Pike’s right?” He says. “I mean all of our problems have been caused by the Grounders.” Bellamy finishes.

“What about Lincoln?” You question trying to get Bellamy to see some sense.

“I don’t mean Lincoln.” He says sharply.

“Then what?” You ask. “It’s not like we aren’t a part of the problem too.” You finish. Bellamy stays silent staring at the metal floor. Looking like the conversation is over for now you stand up heading to the door.

“Where are you going.” Bellamy questions confused. You pick up your small pack from the floor.

“I’ll room with Raven tonight.” You say quickly. He just looks at you without protesting. You take that as your cue to leave. Heading out the door, you quickly turn around before calling out “I love you.” You don’t stick around to hear his response.

[intoguyswayhotterthanme]

MASTERLIST

* happier series ( part i, part ii )

* pull the trigger bell series ( part i, part ii )

* i can’t be someone im not anymore series (au) ( part i, part ii )

* erase the pain  ( one shot )

* ill wait for you ( one shot )

[blake-bellamyblake]

Imagine: bellamy trying to be subtle when checking you out.

[multiimaginewriter]

currently writing for

the 100 : 

All characters 

harry potter : 

Golden en marauders era 

riverdale :

All characters 

anne with an e : 

All characters. 

to all the boys i've loved before : 

Peter Kavinsky and Josh Sanderson.

marvel  : 

Peter Parker 

[dreamerbellamy]

BELLAMY BLAKE IMAGINE

Character: Bellamy Blake

Based on this prompt: “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.”

  “Oh god.”

It’s 3am on a frosty Sunday morning in November when a cab pulls up outside the Blake residence and the light from the car’s headlights causes Bellamy’s to look up from the book on Ancient Roman Art and Architecture (leisure reading for someone with a Ph.D in History) and frown deeply at the sight just outside the window.

Lincoln, his sister’s long-term boyfriend, seemed to be ushering a heard of drunk idiots up the pathway to his front door. Bellamy counted as they walked - seven. Lincoln, Miller, Monty, Jasper, Octavia, Raven and you. Bellamy takes his bookmark and places it in the book on the page he was on before putting the book on the table, stands, and then walks to the front door to let the drunkards in.

“People will have to sleep on the floor.” Bellamy says without so much as a greeting whilst Lincoln half-drags Octavia and Raven into the house.

“Don’t be dramatic.” Lincoln replies. He sounds sober, which doesn’t surprise Bellamy. It takes a lot to get Lincoln drunk.

“I assume you’ll be sleeping in O’s bed,” Bellamy says as the rest of the gang stumble through the door, Jasper giggling uncontrollably while Miller looks like he’s seen death. “that leaves five people and three couches.”

“Let Jasper sleep in your bed with you.” Lincoln suggests, looking over to Jasper who was giggling so much that he couldn’t breathe and started coughing. Bellamy grimaces.

“Sure. That’s gonna happen.” Bellamy drawls, turning away in the direction of his bedroom. Lincoln grunts.

“Then take y/n, she’s reasonably chill for a drunk.”

“I can still hear you, you know.” You reply from your seat on the floor with Monty in a monotone that Lincoln and Bellamy completely ignore. “And I’m not drunk, I had less than you.” You point out, but Lincoln only shrugs. He has a high tolerance.

“You can’t make someone sleep on the floor, Bellamy. And she’ll be the quietest and most behaved.” Lincoln argues.

“Or you could be a gentleman and give me the bed.” You smirk at Bellamy. “I know you have a sleeping bag somewhere around here….” You add, causing Bellamy to stare you down, glaring.

“It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed. Just this once.” He finally replies before turning to Lincoln. “But I’ll only take her if you get up early to make the breakfast tomorrow.” Bellamy bargains with his sister’s boyfriend, giving him a look of irritation before eyeing you. Having been Octavia’s best friend for the past four years, Bellamy was familiar with drunk you and knew that you were tipsy but not drunk and would probably just want to sleep without causing a fuss or throwing up. Looking at Jasper, who was now coughing hard, he thinks at least he wasn’t dealing with a sloppy drunk.

“Deal.” Lincoln shrugs, unaffected by the condition. He walks over to you and helps you up, and when you’re on your feet Bellamy is already gone to his bedroom. Saying your goodnights to your friends as you walk out of the room you make your way to Bellamy’s bedroom, the biggest of the rooms and in your opinion the most relaxing and inviting, despite the owner.

Bellamy’s rummaging through the drawers of his nightstand when you enter the room, he pulls out a few things and inspects them before finally flinging one on the bed and throwing the rest in the drawer.

“You can wear that tonight.” Bellamy states, nodding toward the old Led Zeppelin shirt he’d put on the bed. “With my body heat and the covers you’ll be warm enough.” He adds, when you raise an eyebrow at it.

“Cool.” You shrug, taking the shirt and retreating to the en suite bathroom to change. Once you put on the (too big) shirt you return to the bedroom to find Bellamy already under the covers, lying with his bare arms above the covers. He was shirtless, you could see from his naked shoulders that he was. But you didn’t let it faze you as you walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers and got in. Bellamy reaches over and turns off his bedside lamp, the room descending into darkness.

“It’s freezing.” You state, shoulders shivering now that the heat of the alcohol in your system has worn off.

“You’ll heat up.” Bellamy replies, his tone indifferent.

“Bellamy.” You say, looking at him pointedly. Your best friend’s big brother sighs, knowing very well that you hated the cold.

“Mhm. Come here, you wimp. I’ll warm ya up.” Bellamy suggests, opening his arms for you to cuddle into him.

“You naked?”

“Of course not, idiot.”

“Just being cautious.” You smirk, scooting over and pressing your body against his as you place your head on his chest. In the silence you can hear his heartbeat clearly and become momentarily mesmerised by the sound. You’d never been this up close and personal with Bellamy before.

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t love it.” Bellamy replies sarcastically, rolling his eyes softly as he settles in the bed before his whole body relaxes and he closes his eyes.

“Can’t deny that.” You reply in a similarly teasing tone. Bellamy’s chest vibrates with a chuckle. “You know, for all the complaining you do about me, I think you love me really.” You tell him matter-of-factly.

“Oh, really?” He replies, an air of amusement mixed with curiosity in his voice. “Why do ya think that?”

“Well, who else would you let share your bed?” You question in a confident tone.

“Lincoln. He’s an amazing big spoon.” The man lying next to you answers dreamily, causing you to giggle into his chest.

“You’re so into him. I’m telling Octavia.” You tease, causing Bellamy to let out a small gruff laugh.

“Like hell you will.” He replies with a sly grin as he gently pinches your side, making you jump and giggle. You lightly smack his chest in return before cuddling into him further. The atmosphere was unexpectedly comfortable laying in bed with Bellamy, who you’re only so much as given a quick hug to before on his birthday- but you both knew that you cared about each other more than you let on for the past few years.

“You asleep?” Bellamy mumbles a few minutes later as you drift in and out of consciousness. Too tired to reply, you simply lay resting your head on his chest as your breathing starts to even out and you’re closer and closer to sleep.

“Goodnight, you dork.” Bellamy says in a sweet tone, leaning over to kiss your head lightly. And then you’re asleep.

[finnsgrin]

Period Pain - Bellamy Blake

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: bellamyblake

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Word count: 2,345

Published: September 24, 2021

TW: Menstruation, blood, mentions of nausea, some sexist comments, cursing

Spoilers: None

A/N: I wrote this for my lovely friend who is dealing with a rough period. I love you, C, and I hope you feel better🥺 Here is some Bellamy fluff for you! Also, I didn't proof read this, so, sorry for any mistakes!

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♡Masterlist♡

Punching the number code into the keypad, you grumble to yourself as Murphys words ring in your head.

"God, why are girls even allowed on the scouting team? They're always too busy checking their hair. Why don't even need guns to fight off the grounders. We have (Y/N) here to scare them off. Is it just me, or is she crazier than usual today?" Murphys sexist comment was delivered with a smirk.

It probably didn't help your case that in response to Murphys asshole comment, you lunged at him, and hit him hard in the face with your elbow.

"IS THAT CRAZY ENOUGH FOR YOU MURPHY, IS IT?!?!" You had screamed at him.

You would have done some significant damage if Lincoln and Miller hadn't pried you off of Murphy.

"See what I mean? Crazy bitch." Murphy mumbled that last part under his breath, and it was a good thing Lincoln and Miller had both of your arms pinned behind your back, or you would have attacked him again.

"Murphy, enough!" Kane had hissed. He was head of the scouting group today, and it was too damn early for any of this nonsense.

"Murphy, you're on latrine duty." Kane continued, snatching the walkie talkie from Murphys hands.

"What?! That's so not fair!" He retaliated.

"What's wrong, Murphy? Not man enough to do it?" Harper smirked from her post, and Murphy shot her a death glare.

Murphy was still sulking as he walked out of the room, and you breathed a silent sigh of relief that he was gone.

You had to admit, Murphy had some balls saying something like that. Todays scouting group consisted of you, Miller, Lincoln, Monroe, Harper, and Octavia. Any one of you could easily take Murphy on. In fact, Harper had beat him in a sparring match just last night. What drove him to say such a thing was beyond you, but, Murphy usually never thinks before he speaks, so, It didn't entirely shock you.

What you had even done to warrant such a comment was beyond you. You had barely spoken two words to anyone that morning. Your guess was that Murphy was just talking to hear himself.

"(Y/N), you're off too. I want you to go back to your quarters, and get some rest." Kane continued.

The two men let go of you, and you shook your head quickly.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I promise, I-"

Kane cut off your apology by holding up his hand.

"(Y/L/N), you're a good kid. I've never had any troubles with you before. Honestly, Murphy had it coming. He's said one too many misogynistic comments. I'm not allowed to punch kids, so, thanks for doing it for me." Kane gave you a small smile, and everyone in the room let out a laugh.

"So, if I'm not in trouble, why are you kicking me out?" You questioned, confused.

"You're pale as hell, (Y/N)." Miller answered for Kane, and Kane nodded in agreement.

"I feel fine." You said.

Okay, that was a lie. You felt like complete garbage. You were nauseous, and achy, and your skin was cold and clammy.

"Seriously, go get some rest. We'll have someone else take over for you." Kane extended his hand to you, beckoning you to hand over your walkie talkie.

You sighed, disappointed that you were missing out on todays scouting mission, but, admittedly, also kind of relieved that you could just go lay down and take a nap.

Everyone shot you looks of pity as you exited the room. You loved scouting missions, and everyone knew it. This was the first time you would ever missed one.

On your walk back to your dorm, you spotted Jackson, who gave you a friendly smile.

"Hey, (Y/N)! I thought you were on a scout?" The doctor took a moment out of his busy schedule to converse with you.

You sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you fought off an approaching headache.

"I was, until they sent me away. Said I looked sick." You used air quotations on the last two words, rolling your eyes.

"I'm gonna be honest. From a medical professionals point of view, you look like hell, (Y/N)." Jackson rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Gee, thanks. Is that your official diagnosis?" You scoffed.

"Just being honest. Come to medical if you start to feel any worse. Drink lots of fluids." Jackson gave you a quick pat on the back as he hurried off to help an injured man who was being carried in.

Your footsteps feel heavy, and you sway a bit to the side. Maybe it was a good thing you were being sent home.

Your boyfriend, Bellamy, was working with Clarke, Abby, and Monty today as they discussed the plans of rationing, and you were grateful he wasn't in your shared room to see you in such a state. He had so much to worry about, and you didn't want to add any stress to his plate.

When you enter your room, you kick off your hunting boots that were just a little too tight. It felt good to have your sore feet be free.

Your queen sized bed that you share with Bellamy is still a mess from the hurry you two were in this morning to get to work. You curl onto Bellamys side of the bed, breathing in his comforting scent of gun powder, and pine.

A deep ache resignates in your abdomen, and you groan, flipping onto your side and curling in the fetal position. Maybe you were catching the nasty stomach bug that was going around Arkadia.

You sigh as the pain eases, and close your eyes as you fall asleep.

***

When you awake, your mouth is dry, and the pain is worse. You remember Jacksons advice on staying hydrated, and sit up to get a glass of water.

You feel wet and sticky, and you wonder if you had sweat through a fever. You groan, and stretch. The clock on the wall says it's 12:15. You've been asleep for almost four hours. Bellamy sometimes comes back to your room for lunch, and you two talk about your day so far.

When you stretch, you feel something warm tricked down your leg, and you freeze in your tracks.

"Shit." You curse as you look down.

Your eyes are met with a dark trail of blood running down to the floor.

You whip around, and gasp when you see the giant blood stain on the white sheets. Bellamy could NOT see this.

You begin tearing the the blankets and pillows off of the mattress, your heart pounding as more blood pools at your feet.

The door gives a beep as it is unlocked and opened. It's too late to remake the bed.

Bellamy walks in, two plates of lunch balancing on his arm. Today, it's mashed turnips, and boiled deer meat.

He smiles as he walks in, but his face falls as he's met with your panicked expression, and the bloody bed sheets.

"Babe, what happened, are you okay?" He quickly sets the food on the desk in the corner of your room, and makes his way to you.

"I-" Before you can even say anything else, tears begin to uncontrollably fall from your eyes, and you break down into sobs.

Of COURSE it's your period.

On the Ark, people with periods were given a shot every three months to stop their period, as the Ark was incapable of providing pads and tampons to everyone. Sometimes, if they were low on the vaccine, you were given menstrual cups, but, in all honesty, that rarely happened.

Now that you were on the ground, there was no way to make the medicine, and Mount Weather had been blown up last week, so those with a uterus were being hit hard and fast with their period.

"Oh, princess." Bellamy took you into his arms, holding you close, and rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I'll - I'll clean it up." Your words were broken as your emotions ran rampant. You were in pain, and felt sick, and you were so embarrassed.

"No, no, don't even worry about it. You go get in the shower. We'll have some cuddles when you get out. Does that sound nice?" Bellamy whispered in your ear, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You pulled back, shocked by his words.

"You forget I helped raise my sister for 15 years." Bellamy chuckled as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I picked up some soap and put it in there last night. Take your time." His eyes were kind, and he wiped away your tears with his thumb.

"Thank you, Bell." You whisper.

If you had the energy in you, probably would have burst into tears again right then and there.

The walk to the shower is short. It's only a few feet away, but drops of blood still litter the floor.

You turn on the water, and wait for it to heat up.

As you strip, you almost pass out from the amount of blood in your pants.

Seriously, there was probably enough blood there to heal a dozen mountain men from radiation poisoning.

You take a deep breath in an attempt to control your nausea, and step into the shower. The water feels nice as you let it run over your body, cleaning you of sweat and blood.

The comments from earlier this morning make sense now. Looking pale, the mood swings, the dizziness...

You wash yourself with the soap Bellamy had brought home, and turn up the heat of the water in a desperate attempt to soothe your contracting muscles.

You were in the shower for maybe 10 minutes, just trying to wash away the grossness you were feeling, when you hear a knock at the door.

"Babe, can I come in?" You hear Bellamy on the other side.

"Yeah." Your voice is small, and you hear the door open.

The sliding glass door to the shower is fogged up from the heat of the water, but you can make out Bellamys clothed figure in the doorway.

"I put your pajamas by the fire outside so they could be a little warm. There's also some thick cloth, and clothes pins you can use to make sure you don't bleed through anything." Bellamy sets your clothes on the toilet seat.

"Thank you." You whisper.

Bellamy gives you a smile, a nod, and closes the door.

You stay under the hot water as long as you can until it manually shuts off. There's only so much heating the Ark can power.

You frown as the water turns off abruptly, and quickly dry off before blood can start flowing again.

The cloth and clothespins pinned to your underwear aren't very comfortable, but they're better than nothing, and it gives you some peace of mind knowing that you won't bleed onto the sheets again... hopefully.

The pajamas Bellamy set out for you are a pair of dark sleep shorts, and one of Bellamys shirts.

The warm clothes feel lovely against your skin, and you smile at the small act of kindness your boyfriend thought of for you.

You make sure your soiled pants are in the dirty laundry hamper before you exit the bathroom.

Bellamy isn't in his usual work clothes which consists of a bullet proof vest, and dark pants, and thick and heavy boots. He's wearing a pair of boxers, and an old tee shirt.

"I took the rest of day off of work so I can help take care of you." Bellamy explained before you could speak.

You give a small smile, and cross over to the bed where he's laying on. The sheets are fresh and clean, but he's laid a black towel on your side just incase of any accidents.

"That's sweet, Bell, but you didn't have to do that." You smile, and plop down next to him.

He immediately takes you into his arms, holding you close to his muscular chest.

"Octavia told me what happened today. How you freaked out at Murphy."

You open your mouth again, ready to defend your actions.

"I'm not gonna scold you. The shit probably deserved it." Bellamy chuckled.

You smiled, curling in deeper to his chest.

You liked how nothing was ever too serious with Bell. He didn't pressure you to talk when it wasn't serious.

A sudden wave of pain overtakes your entire body, and you flinch, a small scream protruding from your lips.

"Babe, babe, are you okay?" Bellamys eyes are flooded with worry, as you clench your eyes shit, your face contorted into pure pain.

You curl tightly into a ball, and your hands instinctively go to your stomach, where you wish you could rip out your uterus right then and there.

Bellamy sees where your hands are, and he takes his hands to replace yours. His hands are large, and warm. He gently lifts up your shirt, and begins to massage at the tense muscles  contracting beneath your skin.

"Jesus, babe." He whispers as you whimper at the contact.

"It hurts, Bell." You groan, tears rolling down your cheeks and into your ears.

Bellamys heart breaks at the sight of you. The girl he loves in pain. He would take it all from you in a heartbeat.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?" Bellamy speaks softly as he runs away at a knot in your stomach.

You nod, feeling a little sleepy. The hot shower relaxed your body, and stories always help relax your mind, especially when Bellamy tells them. His voice is just so soothing.

You nod, yawning.

Bellamy begins to tell a story about Aphrodite. He loves telling you stories about the goddess of beauty, because she reminds him so much of you.

You slowly lull off to sleep as Bellamys hands massage away your cramps, and his voice soothes away all of your worries.

♡Masterlist♡

[adoringalycia-blog]

Imagine Bellamy being distracted by you walking by.

“Bellamy, are you listening to me?” Clarke asked Bellamy, who was clearly being distracted by something completely else - and not in a very subtle way.

“Huh, yes, of course..”

[100imagines12]

Devil’s Backbone

Request: Hey could I do a imagine where the reader sings "Devils backbone" by The civil war in front of everyone at mount weather because she misses Bellamy and doesn't realize he's there or something

A/N: 2 in one night? I think this is a personal record for me. I’m not sure if this is what you were going for, but I hope it was. Thanks so much for requesting. And also people please like/reblog I’m so close to 1000 and im not above begging for followers

Word Count: 638

Warnings: Some mild religion stuff, I don’t think I swore, but I know myself so watch out

                              Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done?                               I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run

You sang, staring out into the crowd. You, surprisingly, didn’t feel self-conscious, perhaps because you related so deeply to every word you sang.

                                 Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please                                  Don’t take that sinner from me                                  Oh don’t take that sinner from me             

Bellamy was definitely a sinner, you were the first to admit that he’d done terrible, misguided things in the past. But you saw past all that, to the brilliant, kind man beneath the facade of arrogance he held so well.

                                 Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?                                  I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you      

You had been warned by many of your fiends when you admitted that you liked him, you had been told that he played with people’s feelings, or that he just wasn’t “boyfriend material”, but for you he had always been the one. He had always been different around you, softer.

                                 He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone                                  Oh I just wanna take him home         

Ever since he had left on his hunt with Clarke, four days ago today, you had been paralyzed by fear. They had said it would take about fie days to get there and back, but you couldn’t help but feel that something might happen without you there to watch his back.

                                Oh Lord, Oh Lord, he’s somewhere between                                 A hangman’s knot, and three mouths to feed    

Some people in the crowd were giving you weird looks, probably annoyed by your song, but you didn’t give a shit. This song wasn’t for them, it was for you and Bellamy. You needed a way to deal with all this nervous energy, and singing your favorite song seemed as good a way as any to go about that. 

                              There wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose                               He did what he had to do                               Oh he did what he had to do

Many people in the room mistrusted Bellamy, resenting him for his leadership role among them, but they just couldn’t see the real him. The one who could make you smile every when you were in the midst of tears, the boy who always saved you a piece of cake when you could afford to have it after dinner. 

                            Give me the burden, give me the blame                             I’ll shoulder the load, and I’ll swallow the shame 

Your voice grew with the words, all of your emotions finally getting free, you hadn’t had anyone to talk to since he’d left , and it had been driving you slowly insane.

                             Give me the burden, give me the blame                              How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take? 

You reminded yourself that he’d be home tomorrow, just one more to day to go until you saw his face again, until this weight would be lifted off your shoulders.

                             Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not                              He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got        

This singing was becoming almost therapeutic for you, you weren’t sure what you would do when the song ended. You didn’t even notice the crowd anymore, becoming lost in the music as you hit the last verse.

                              Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please                               Don’t take that sinner from me                               Oh don’t take that sinner from me        

You trailed off  on the last note, and the group in front of you burst into applause, jerking you out of your daydreams. One more day, you reminded yourself. That’s when you heard someone’s steps behind you, You couldn’t forget the cadence of his walk, no matter how long you’d been apart, and it was with a huge smile that you turned to face him, throwing yourself into Bellamy’s arms.                                     

[bellamyblakeimagine]

Everything Went Black

Rating : PG (Violence)

Imagine Murphy and Bellamy fighting over you…

“Damn Murphy, didn’t know you could be such a sissy.” Bellamy said to Murphy, an agressive tone pulling at his voice

“DON’T call me that! Listen I cou-”

“AYE AYE AYE! Murphy back off before you do something you’ll regret.” You said, stepping in the middle of them.

“Leave Y/N, I care about you and I don’t want you to get hurt. Your boyfriend here called me a sissy and I’m about to show him what a sissy can do!” Murphy said, inching towards Bellamy, making you put your hands in front of both of them for extra space in-between them.

“Babe, I love you.” Bellamy said before pushing you back, almost into the fire.

Before you could blink Murphy kicked Bellamy in the leg and he was limping backwards into the people that were forming a circle around Bellamy and Murphy.

That’s when everything went black.

—- Just a short story cause I felt writey-ey.

[intoguyswayhotterthanme]

Pull The Trigger Bell (Bellamy Blake imagine x reader)

WARNINGS: death, sad 

WORD COUNT: 641

You couldn't have ever dreamt or thought this moment would happen. Bellamy Blake stood in front of you, stopping you from moving while the gun in his hand was pointed towards your chest where your heartbeat picked up every time he inched towards the trigger with his finger, your arms raised. You didn't know this Bellamy, you didn't know what to say.

"Don't make me do this" Silence had suffocated the two of you for too long for him to blame this all on you, it didn't make sense.

"No one is making you do this, Bellamy" Your heartbeat felt like it was beating out of your chest, the sweat beads growing in population on your forehead as stress took over your body, would he pull the trigger.

"I have an order to kill any grounder on sight. No exceptions" His eyes weren't the usual mocha colour, instead they were almost dead like a light brown but almost faded, his lips wore a scowl as he looked at you in disgust. Like you had never met before. "What happened to you"

"Reality hit, and I realised who the real enemy was. Standing right in front of me, breathing the same air" He grew closer until his gun laid on your chest, but you didn't make any effort to rip it out of his hands, you didn't believe he would do it, well, you hoped.

"I didn't kill three hundred of your people" His face dropped slightly at the horrible memory but his stance only became tenser and his face darker, you placed your hands on his instead of ripping the gun from his hands which he was ready for you to do, you lifted it, bringing the gun to your forehead, between your eyes. His heart plummeted several levels, he couldn't do it.

"If you're so sure that I'm the enemy, pull the trigger Bell" His eyes glistened in the sunlight, as tears formed in his eyes, his stance dropping before he regained himself as his eyes travelled down the barrel until his eyes laid on yours. Tears falling freely down your cheeks, biting your lip to stop the sobs from escaping your lips.

But your mind went blank when you heard the gun click, the safety was on. His eyes widened until you brought your fist to his face, knocking him to the ground. His gun flying out his hands, which you quickly retrieved this time his arms were up in the air as an act of surrender but you weren't having remorse for him. "You were really going to kill me"

It's almost like he lost his voice, hell, he lost the right to even look at you as his eyes locked towards the ground, not wanting to see the tears falling from your eyes. "Nothing to say huh? Now you have nothing to say!"

"If you're going to kill me get it over with" his voice rough, it surprised you

"Even if I have a burning hatred for you and I could never look at you the same. I'm no killer," you pulled out the cartridge out of the gun, making sure all the bullets were gone before throwing it off and tossing the gun back to him as you backed away, hoping you could find somewhere to stay because you weren't staying here with him.

"I hope you get better and become yourself again" Your voice began to get quieter as you backed away from his crouched figure on the ground, his eyes still not meeting yours. "Because I will never love a killer" They finally meet yours before you turn and run, you run like hell. Like it's the only thing you can do until you find the peace you would keep running until you were a safe distance from Bellamy Blake

[blake-bellamyblake]

Imagine: Bellamy watching you flirt with Murphy

" y/n what are you doing?"

"are you doing this to try make me jealous"

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"No bell I'm moving on, you broke up with me remember?"

[grounderfever]

Bellamy Blake Imagine - Wanderer

Bellamy x Reader 7. "I almost lost you." 20. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you." 44. "If you die I'm gonna kill you." [requested] I'm so sorry to the person that requested this, you requested ages ago and I only just got to it; I'm so sorry!! I'm also not very happy with the way this was written, I'm sorry :( *** You hadn't even been that far out of camp when the grounder found you. You were just wandering in the woods, looking for flowers for your friend, Octavia, because you knew she adored them. You wouldn't admit it but it was a way to get into Bellamy's good books too; he'd been in a mood with you ever since you wandered away from camp and almost got caught in the acid fog. But you planned on getting the flowers and going straight back to camp, he'd never know how far you'd gone to find them. You were only a few metres away from them when you were caught, if you'd only turned a few inches to your right you'd have seen them through the trees. You heard the grounder before you saw him, heavy boots against dry leaves and thin branches. You pulled out your knife, slamming your back against the nearest tree trunk and trying to keep as quiet as possible. You saw his head peek out from behind a bush, you hoped he didn't see you. As he wandered around the small clearing you'd got to you edged your way around the tree, leaving his sight of vision. The canopy of trees shaded most of the clearing, making it just dark enough for him to not see the terrified whites of your eyes. A branch snapped underneath your feet and you knew immediately that he'd heard it. He turned, charging at you. You tried to move, tried to somehow evade his attack, but only failed and the left side of your body was smashed to the ground. A scream erupted from your mouth, an ear-splitting scream that would've worried any normal being. The ground tried to shut you up, putting his hand over your mouth as you thrash underneath his body. Your knife was a few yards away, too far to reach, so all you could do was use our fists. Each punch didn't seem to hurt your attacker at all. You don't stop screaming, hoping, praying that someone hears. The grounder shuts you up by slamming the side of your head into the trunk of the tree. - Bellamy hears your screams, all the way from the walls of camp. He's not the only one either, a few people on patrol outside hear as well. They turn to him, frightened, and he knows immediately it's you. Of course you'd gone off wandering, he'd told you not to after all. He grabs a knife and runs, not listening to the others following behind. They get louder as he approaches but he still can't see you, only the sound of your screams. He runs through the overgrowth, tripping over a branch and falling to the ground. Your screams stop. He feels his heart skip a beat. Another minute or so and he finds your body, the grounder's gone. Your head is bleeding profusely along with a few cuts and bruises scattering your face and hands. He doesn't want to know what's underneath your clothing. He shouts to the others, "I've got her! I've got her!" and lifts her into his arms, not waiting for a stretcher. You need medical help and you need it now. - Bellamy sits at your bed side, fidgeting with his hands in his lap. "You should have listened." He whispers. Your breath doesn't hitch, your face doesn't change. He looks to the ground. Of course you wouldn't reply, you were unresponsive. "You could've died," he scorns, reaching a hand out to hold yours. He takes hold of your delicate hands, the dry and cracked skin is rough under his but he knows his feel the same. He gives a quick squeeze before quickly retracting his hand when he realises your hands are bruised. The last thing he wants is to hurt you, "Thank God you didn't die." He sighs, running a hand through his greasy hair. "I should go," He says softly and sadly. "I'm only allowed five minutes a day." He places a gentle kiss to your hand as he stands. All to be heard is the bustling of delinquents outside the dropship. "Just don't die this time, okay? If you die I'm gonna kill you," He smiles. "See you later, wanderer." - The next day he returns, sitting in the same seat. "How're you feeling today?" He asks, although he knows he won't get an answer. He tells you about his day, about how Murphy's still being a dick to everyone and Clarke's still acting like she runs the place. He says something about Octavia and your breath hitches. He notices. "Y/N?" He asks. You don't move, don't make a sound, but he knows you can hear him. "Hey, Y/N." He says softly. "Please wake up," he continues. "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you." He says, his voice cracking. You don't respond. He kisses your hand. As he climbs down the ladder he whispers to himself, "I think I love you, wanderer." - "Bellamy! Get Bellamy!" Clarke shouts. Octavia hears and stops what she's doing, weaving her way through the working teenagers to her solemn brother. "Bell!" She says urgently. "Bell, come on! Clarke wants you." Bellamy's ears perk up. Why would Clarke want to see him so suddenly? He follows his young sister to the dropship, clambering up the ladder to your floor. He stops breathing when he sees Clarke and Monty over your body. "Is she-" He chokes. Clarke turns to him, giving him a relieved smile. "She's awake." Bellamy lets go of the breath he's holding, as if he's been holding it for days, which, in a way, he has. He takes a step forward as Clarke speaks again. "But she won't be the same. It was a serious trauma to the head, she might be mute for a while; possibly permanently. She also might not be responsive for a while. Her eyes are open, that's a good sign." Bellamy nods, moving over to you. He crouches down, smiling at your open eyes. He takes hold of your hand again. "I almost lost you." He whispers heart-brokenly. Your eyes flicker to his but your head doesn't move. "It's good to see those eyes again, wanderer." He smiles. You squeeze his hand. He squeezes yours.

[bellamyblakeimagine]

Lie

Requested By : literallyanyfxndom

“Bellamy I can’t stay here, I am betraying the people that have raised me. I am betraying the ones I love.” “Don’t you love me?” “Yes, I do and you know that. But your people and my people are different and I am not part of Sky Kru.” “You are not part of Sky Kru, but-” “Y/N, we need you down here. Now.” Miller said through your radio. “This is urgent Bell I need to leave.” You said as you kissed his cheek. “Bye!” Bellamy called after you, but you ignored it because of the worry in Miller’s voice. You finally made it down to your meeting place and sat down with Kane and Miller. You were afraid of what would come. “Listen to this Y/N.” Kane said and those final words that began shattering your world. You started to hear Pike’s voice through the recorder. “Now that we’ve gotton rid of the 200 grounders around the border its time we continue to kill them off, take the land we need and when we have enough supplies we kill them all. Including the ones in the camp.” The 200 outside of the camp guarding it…your parents were out there. “No. No. MOM! DAD!” You said as you started a soft sob. Then you heard Bellamy’s voice, he was a part of this? “Sir, please. The grounders in-camp are on our side-” “Will they work for us and kill their own?” Pike said. “No sir. But-” “If they show their loyalty by helping us, then we will let them live and stay.” That’s why Bellamy was practically begging uou to stay here. There was no way in hell you were going to kill your own or help them in any way. You needed to get out of Arkadia and tell your people about what’s to come. “I’m sorry Y/N.” Miller and Kane said in uninison. The one question you asked yourself was, did Bellamy take part in the massacer of the 200 of your people? He wouldn'tve. Then why was he at the meeting at all? The man you loved killed your people and your parents. What else has he lied about?

[finnsgrin]

Bellamy Blake - “What are you smiling about?”

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: nomattertheoceans

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Bellamy Blake | "What are smiling about?"

Word Count: 2,138

Published on: Friday, November 13th 2020 (Happy Friday the 13th!)

TW: None

Summary: After Jasper is speared by the Grounders, Bellamy takes you on a walk, to calm you down, proving he's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Bellamy fluff!!

A/N: I know that when the acid fog came, Bellamy got stuck in the cave but for the sake of the story just pretend he made it back to camp:) ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

♡Masterlist♡

"(Y/N), you need to relax." Monty Green, one of your best friends laid his hand on your shoulder as you both stood in the top level of the dropship where Jasper lay, dying.

"Relax? Monty, he's dying." You hissed between clenched teeth.

You knew you weren't helping the situation. In fact, you were making it worse, and you didn't deny it. Monty was just trying to remain as his positive upbeat self.

"He's my friend, too, (Y/N). But worrying about this isn't going to make things any better." Monty replied with a clenched jaw, and tears in his eyes, clearly getting frustrated now.

You sighed, upset that, once again, Monty was right.

Although your constant fretting released some of the fear and anxiety that had built up inside you the last 48 hours, it wasn't a healthy way to express your emotions.

Even if it felt really good punching John Murphy in the face when he threatened to kill Jasper.

"You should go outside. Take a breather." A deep voice spoke from behind you.

Bellamy Blake stood in his stolen guards uniform, his face sporting streaks of dirt, and a concerned frown.

You scowled, appalled by the very idea of it.

"What, so you can kill him? Get it over with? One less mouth to feed? No chance in hell. I'm staying right here." You seethed at the older boy, and crossed your arms over your chest.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, and, dare say a SMIRK tugged at his lips?

He quickly composed himself, and cleared his throat, speaking through chapped lips.

"I told you. No one is killing anyone." Bellamy spoke.

You just laughed, and jabbed your hand in the direction of the ladder where Murphy had nearly succeeded in climbing up, and killing Jasper.

"Yeah? I might believe you if not an hour ago Murphy hadn't been two strides away from slitting Jaspers throat." You seethed.

"I wasn't here. I was out in the fog with Charlotte, I had no control over Murphy or anyone here." Bellamy retorted.

"Will you both shut up?!" Monty hissed, taking both you and Bellamy by surprise. It wasn't often that anyone saw Monty get upset at anyone.

"(Y/N), you need to get outside. It isn't good for you to be in here. The fog has passed. Bellamy will go with you. I'll stay here with Jasper and lock the hatch." The poor Green boy massaged his temples, fending away an approaching migraine.

But this offer still wasn't good enough.

"He'll try and take my bracelet off, Monty. We can't trust - ."

A shiny glisten caught your eye, and you leaped back once you realized that Bellamy had pulled a knife from his boot.

You were prepared to attack, but frowned in confusion when he extended the weapon to you.

"Take it." He spoke.

You blinked, unsure.

Bellamy gave an impatient sigh, and gently placed the knife in your hand.

"That's my only knife. I'm not gonna try and take your bracelet." He explained.

You gripped the knife tightly, and turned to Monty.

"Check him." You nodded towards Bellamy who stood with a dumb founded expression.

"(Y/N) - ."

"Check him, Monty, now." You repeated.

Monty sighed, and turned to Bellamy, who had his eyebrows raised.

Monty gestured for Bellamy to put out his arms to the side so he could pat him down.

Bellamy let out a dry laugh, but allowed Monty to awkwardly pat him down.

"This is ridiculous." Bellamy grumbled.

"You'd do the same if it were Octavia laying there." You reminded him.

Bellamy became quiet, and the energy in the room grew more awkward by the minute.

"He's clear." Monty sighed, turning to you.

"Satisfied?" Bellamy grumbled.

You just rolled your eyes, and walked over to Jasper, whose breathing had become more slow and shallow by the minute.

You brushed away his long shaggy bangs which had become stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Your eyes, frantic with worry met Montys.

"He'll be fine, (Y/N). I'm not gonna let anything happen to him." Monty gently reassured you.

You nodded, and placed a gentle kiss on Jaspers forehand.

"I'll be back soon." You whispered.

You made Bellamy go down the hatch first, and then did a quick sweep around the room to make sure no one was hiding waiting to pounce on Jasper.

"Be safe." Monty whispered.

You gave a curt nod, and climbed down the ladder, holding the knife in your teeth, and making sure to hear the barricade being placed in front of the hatch so no one could get up to Jasper.

"You gave the crazy bitch a knife?" Murphy stood from his seat, and approached Bellamy, his jaw taut.

"Unless you want to be punched in the face again, Murphy, I suggest you shut the hell up." You growled.

Murphy blinked, and took a step away from you.

Bellamy pressed his lips tightly together, suppressing a laugh.

"Let's go." Bellamy cleared his throat, and walked out of the dropship.

You walked a few hundred feet from camp, still in earshot of the loud delinquents building the wall.

Spending your whole life trapped in space, you would think that the ground would be the dream. And, it was.

For a while.

The air didn't taste as sweet as it did two days ago. Maybe the poison fog that just passed had something to do with the air quality, but it just wasn't the same. In fact, you doubted it would ever be the same.

Jaspers moans of agony replayed in your mind like a broken record, and no matter how far you strayed from the dropship, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was calling for you.

"Did you hear something?" Bellamy frowned at you as you repeatedly checked over your shoulder.

You shook your head, and sighed.

"No, sorry. I just keep thinking that I hear... nevermind."

You quickened your pace, and Bellamy jogged up to you.

"Hey," He placed a hand on your shoulder, and offered you a kind smile.

"Your boyfriend is gonna be just fine. Clarke and the others will be back with the poultice soon, and-."

"Wait, wait, what did you just say?" You interrupted him.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, confused.

"That Clarke and the others will be back soon?" He repeated the last part of his sentence.

"No, no. You called Jasper my boyfriend." You chuckled.

"Is he not?" Bellamy asked.

You laughed for the first time in days.

"No! Jasper is like my brother. So is Monty. I can't believe that... wait, does everyone think we're dating?" You questioned him.

Bellamy looked at you for a second, and shook his head.

"No, no... I was just... I just thought you two... forget it." Bellamy waved his hand and dismissed his explanation.

"That's like me accusing you of dating..."  You frowned, trying to think of someone you had noticed Bellamy spend a lot of time around.

"Of dating who?" Bellamy pressed, gently nudging your arm.

You sighed.

"I don't know. There isn't a girl down here who you haven't slept with. Besides Octavia and Clarke. And Octavia would be illegal." You smirked.

"I haven't slept with you." Bellamy winked.

You opened your mouth, words failing.

"You're gross!" You shoved him to the side, as he laughed.

You walked for a few more minutes before you turned and noticed Bellamy occasionally glancing at you and smiling.

"What are you smiling about?"  You raised an eyebrow.

Bellamy shrugged nonchalantly and fixed his eyes ahead of him.

"You're kind of pretty when you don't have a stick shoved up your ass." Bellamy said.

"Is-is that supposed to be a compliment, orrrr?" You laughed.

Bellamy turned back to look at you, and gave you a second wink.

"Whatever the hell you want it to be."

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks involuntary turning a light shade of scarlet.

"We should probably head back." Bellamy noted.

It's true. You were pretty far from camp. But, truth be told, you were enjoying the quiet. And, Bellamy wasn't too bad of company.

"Can we stay here? Just a little while longer?" Your tone turned out to be a lot more childish than you wanted it to be, but after Bellamy checked over his shoulders a few times, he agreed.

You both sat down at the base of a tree trunk. Your worries were back now in full swing, and you wished you had something to take your mind off of Jasper.

"You're right. I would be acting the same way as you." Bellamy broke the silence.

"What?" You asked, confused.

He hesitated.

"Back at the dropship. You told me I would be acting as suspicious as you were if it were Octavia, and, you're right," His voice dropped to a whisper, and you craned your neck to hear him.

"I know how you're feeling, (Y/N)." He continued, turning to face you.

"What do you mean?" You pressed gently. Surely Bellamy couldn't understand the true terror of watching someone you love and care for so much in so much agony. Not being able to do anything. Nothing like this.

Bellamy hesitated once more.

"Hey. You can tell me." You placed your hand on top of his, and felt him relax.

"When Octavia was little, she got sick. Really sick. We couldn't do anything - my mom and I. If anyone found out about Octavia..."

His words were carried away by a gentle breeze.

"Anyway, she got better, obviously. But I remember. I remember feeling so scared, and so helpless, and... I just want you to know that you're not alone." Bellamy cleared his throat, and moved his hand away from yours.

"We should get back." He stood up, and brushed some dirt from off of his pants.

You nodded, feeling confused. A half an hour ago, you didn't want to leave the dropship, and now, you didn't want to go back.

The trek back was silent to say the least. No playful banter. No flirty winks or remarks.

Once the camp was in sight, something felt off.

It was too quiet.

Yes, campers were being loud and boisterous, and Murphy was busy ordering everyone around, but there was something missing.

No groaning Jasper.

"You okay?" Bellamy frowned, concerned.

You shook your head, your throat growing tight.

"Jasper... what if he's..."

Bellamy looked at the ground, struggling for words of comfort.

Although he had assured you that Jasper was going to be okay, he knew that it was more possible of him dying than surviving.

"You won't have to face it alone." He answered.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and walking into camp.

Your legs were shaking, and it felt like another wave of fog had rolled in affecting your thoughts, your vision, your breathing...

"(Y/N!)!" Finn ran from the dropship to you.

"You're back!" You exclaimed.

Finn nodded, and smiled.

"Jasper... is he..."

"He's asking for you." Finns words startled you. But it was a good startle.

Your face broke into a huge grin, and you turned to Bellamy who looked down kindly at you.

"Go on." Bellamy nodded towards the dropship.

You broke into a run, and scurried up the ladder where Jasper was laying, awake.

"Glad to see you're not a fellow shishkabob." He slurred.

"Jasper!" You took his hand, and held it close to your heart, happy tears streaming down your face.

You stayed with Jasper until it grew dark, and left him to rest.

You were sharing a tent with a girl named Harper, and you were exhausted. The last two days had been sleepless, since you had been worrying so much about Jasper.

You were just a few feet away from your shelter, when you remembered the knife Bellamy had given you.

You made a quick detour, and stood outside of Bellamys tent awkwardly trying to figure out how to make your presence known. Maybe he wasn't even in there.

"Can I help you?" A deep voice sounded from behind you, startling you.

You placed a hand over your pounding heart, and laughed once.

"I just - I just wanted to return this to you." You extended Bellamys knife back to him, and he took it.

"Thanks."

You nodded, standing there for a few more seconds before deciding to walk away.

"(Y/N)?" Bellamy stopped you.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad Jasper is okay."

Your lips curled up into a smile.

"Yeah, me too."

You both stood for a few more seconds, before Bellamy cleared his throat.

"Well... goodnight." He said to you.

You nodded, walking to your tent.

Today wasn't all that bad.

First, you got to punch John Murphy in the face with no consequences, next, your best friend was going to make it, and last, Bellamy Blake wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be.

♡Masterlist♡

[finnsgrin]

Bellamy Blake Preference - You’re Deaf

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: noorawinter

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Word count: 528

Published: July 26, 2020

TW: Deafness, anxiety, panic attack

Spoilers: None

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♡Masterlist♡

Bellamy Blake

Confused was an understatement. Terrified was a better use of words. Of course, everyone else screamed as you were hurled from the sky and onto the ground. The only difference was that they knew what was happening, and you didn't.

Mary was your translator. She had been your entire life up until your imprisonment. Even then, she was there to sign for you when the guards spoke from underneath their masks and you couldn't read their lips. But right now, you had no translator. Just the cold realization that you were about to die.

Although you couldn't tell how loud you were screaming, you could tell it was loud, because your throat began to burn.

Zero-G was upon you, and a few rebellious teenagers unbuckled their harnesses and ventured out to swim in the air.

A boy sat across from you in a guard uniform. Conversation had probably taken place as to why he was even here in the first place, but unless someone signed it out, wrote it down, or spoke slowly, you would never understand what had happened.

The boy snapped in your face, bringing your attention to his lips, which were moving rapidly.

Tears streamed down your face as your breath hitched in your throat.

He spoke again, a frown on his face this time.

Shaking your head, you pointed to your ears.

Are you deaf? He asked.

You nodded.

His brown eyes were full of pity. That was always the case.

He turned to the girl who was next to him, and asked her something.

The girl shook her head, looking at you.

The boy suddenly waved his hands in the air, and seemed to shout.

You caught the words on his lips.

Does anybody know sign language?

All heads around you shook from side to side, and your stomach dropped.

Sign language was hard enough to learn. How will you learn when your instructor is deaf?

The boy snapped his fingers again, and he wore a look of determination on his face.

Can you understand me? He asked.

You nodded.

His lips twitched up into a smile.

Okay, good. What's your name? He asked.

You started to sign out your name, but stopped when confusion swept across his freckled face. You blushed as you remembered that he didn't understand.

His smile was kind as he spoke to you again.

That's alright. I'll figure it out. I'm Bellamy. Bellamy Blake. We're going to earth right now.

Earth? Earth hadn't been survivable for almost 100 years!

Your hands instinctively began to move, signing out your questions, but you stopped, frustrated. So you did the only thing you could do that could convey the proper emotion you were feeling right now.

You cried.

Your cheeks flooded with heat and salty tears trailed into your mouth. You began to wail loudly, and every single head turned to look at you. But you didn't care.

Bellamy's hands were now on your knees, and he softly pulled your fingers from your face which were busy wiping away tears. You struggled to read his lips through the veil of tears.

Hey, hey, it's okay. We're going to be okay. We'll figure this out. I won't let you be alone.

Although you couldn't hear him, you could tell that his words were spoken in a voice full of authority and truth.

And, you believed him.

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