thank you! then can you write one where the reader is always super badass and brave
but one night Bellamy goes to her tent and he finds her crying cause she's
actually really scared? And maybe he stays with her and it's super fluffy?♡
(Hope you like it!)
At my side was my makeshift sword. It was just a jagged piece of the drop ship wrapped in plastic that had melted. It was dangerous but it was would be handy if we were attacked. It hung from my hip as I helped the others create some sort of shelter.
Everyone was listening to Bellamy and Clarke as they gave orders. Including me. However, whenever I decided to suggest something, people listened.
And then there was Murphy. Instead of helping, Murphy was happily watching everyone with some of his friends.
“Hey Murphy, maybe this radiation will give you powers that’ll let you move things with you mind.” I smirked.
“What makes you say that?”
“You’re not doing anything. I presumed you’re waiting or something.” I shrugged my shoulders. Obviously Murphy didn’t like that. He walked over with his hand on his hip. In his fingers was his knife.
“Murphy, (Y/N) has a sword. Do you really want to do that?” Bellamy asked standing in between us. I smiled at Bellamy as Murphy walked away. Then Bellamy turned to me.
“You’re the only person aside from me, Clarke and Wells who’ll speak like that Murphy like that.” Bellamy told me. I shrugged my shoulders.
“He needs to know his place.” I admitted. Bellamy smiled and looked around. His eyes landed on something behind me. At first, they were confused and I couldn’t help but smile at them. There was something about his eyes that were beautiful. I’m not sure why I thought that. He sighed and I looked over my shoulder to see he was watching some of the younger kids.
“Some of the younger ones are trying to make stakes.” He explained trying to walk past me. I grabbed his arm and stopped him.
“Why don’t I do that? I mean, you can probably go help the others with something. Or maybe keep Murphy in line.” I smiled. “And maybe I can teach them how to fight.”
Bellamy nodded and let me go talk to the younger prisoners. I leaned against a tree and watched as they whittled wood into stakes. A few of them noticed me looking and stopped. Once everyone realised I was there, they sheepishly copied the rest.
“So does anyone know how to fight?” I asked. There were a few ‘no’s and silent shakes of heads. With a smile, I walked over and picked up one of the stakes. It was smooth and had a sharp point. I tossed it into the air and caught it gracefully.
“Well, you’re not going to learn by standing there. Partner up. You’re going to train.” I told them. Most of them looked eager to learn while a couple were hesitant.
“Bellamy,” I turned and looked at him. Even though I had my back towards him, I could feel his eyes on me. “Why don’t you come and help?” He smiled and shrugged off his jacket. I smiled as he joined me. Under his jacket was a black t-shirt that was slightly tight fitting. However, nobody was complaining. Bellamy was one of the most attractive people down here.
“And don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” I smirked at Bellamy. He grinned back before we demonstrated how to fight in front of the others.
Later that night, I lay on my makeshift bed in my tent. Foreign and mutated bugs came to life after the sun fell. The temperature had dropped but it wasn’t too bad. There were a few guards outside watching for grounders and their voices were quiet as they spoke to one another.
Inside my tent, I took a deep shuddering breath. Panic washed over me like a wave and my breathing became quicker. Tears formed in my eyes and fell down the sides of my face into my hair. I covered my mouth and sobbed. Pushing myself into a sitting position, I rested my head against my knees.
“(Y/N)?” My head snapped up at Bellamy’s voice. He pushed through the flaps of the tent as he came in.
“Hey,” I quickly wiped my face with my jacket sleeve.
“What’s up?” He asked sitting next to me. I rested my head against his shoulder.
“I’m terrified.” I admitted. “We have no clue what we’re doing here.”
“I know.” He wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “But we’re going to make it through.”
“How do you stay positive? You’re not afraid of anything.”
“Neither are you. And I do it for people I love. Like Octavia, you,” He stopped suddenly and I smiled before wrapping my arm around him in a hug.
“I love you too.” I mumbled. “Bellamy?”
“Will you stay with me tonight? Please?”
“I will.” He kissed the top of my head and lay down with me in his arms. With my head on Bellamy’s chest, I fell asleep with the sound of his heart beating gently.
