#bellamy blake request

[bellsamorelle]

heaven

c/w: heavy yearning, fluff, bellamy blake x fem!reader

If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it - shakespeare

collab with my pookiedoodle @lov3lyl3tters

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The first time he sees you after the drop, you’re covered in soot and blood—not yours, he hopes—and barking orders at people twice your size.

Bellamy doesn’t know it yet, but he’s already ruined.

You challenge him. Every damn day. You call him out when no one else dares to. You see through him, through all the walls and bark and armor he throws up around himself, and it infuriates him. It scares him. It draws him in like nothing else ever has.

You don’t belong in this place, not really. Not in the dirt and the war and the hunger. You talk about the sky like it’s poetry and hold dying kids like it doesn’t break you inside. And he knows—he knows—he’s the wrong kind of person for someone like you.

But that doesn’t stop him from looking at your mouth when you talk. From dreaming about your voice. From thinking about what your skin would feel like under his hands, what your laugh would sound like if you weren’t constantly worried someone was going to die that day.

It’s late when it happens.

The fire’s dying down—the others are asleep, and you’re standing just outside the camp with your arms crossed, watching the trees like you’re waiting for something. For someone.

“You know it’s not safe out here alone,” he says, coming up beside you.

You don’t look at him. “Since when do you care if I’m safe?”

He flinches, just slightly. “Always have.”

You glance at him then, eyebrows raised like you don’t believe him. Like you’re used to him pushing and pulling, throwing barbed comments, and then bleeding behind closed doors.

“Then why do you act like you hate me half the time?” you ask, voice low.

He exhales through his nose. Looks down. “Because I do.”

That makes you blink.

Bellamy lifts his eyes to yours again. There’s something raw in his expression. Unfiltered. Wrecked. “I hate how you make me feel—I hate that I want you when I’ve got blood on my hands—That I think about kissing you when I should be thinking about how to keep you alive.”

You stare at him, breathing shallowly.

He takes a step closer.

“If I were to kiss you,” he says, voice quiet and rough, “then go to hell for it, I would.”

You swallow hard.

“I’d go gladly,” he adds, eyes locked on yours. “So I could sit there with the devils and brag that I saw heaven… without ever entering it.”

You don’t say anything. You can’t. Not with the way his words split you open.

You stammer, trying to brew up a response. This was—unexpected, but in the best way possible. For someone to say that they’d love you to the ends of the Earth, and beyond heaven or hell,

Who wouldn’t wish they had that? Such a love that was soft and surprising, not loud—but enough for people to hear.

This was Bellamy Blake.

A man you’ve been tied to since you landed here. Someone who may seem strict, or rude to others, but looking past the quick responses and orders, lay someone with care in their heart.

Bellamy Blake, who would rather yell at people for their safety—than take a risk that could kill them. Someone who genuinely cared for the lives of his people.

You inhale sharply, reminding yourself to breathe.

You exhale a laugh of relief, dropping your head down to rest on his chest.

He goes to speak—but you interrupt

“You—you don’t need to say anything else. You’ve already won me over, Blake.” “Just, give me a second.”

The late-night ‘high’ sending a confession through. You and him were alone together, suffocated by the overwhelming realization of confession. Of love. A peaceful and quiet night despite the ruckus that occurs every day.

You sigh, looking up at him.

“Well? Aren’t you gonna kiss me already?” You smirk.

“Yes, ma'am.”

Smiling into the kiss, he grabs you, pulling you in.

Who knew Bellamy Blake was such a yearner?

[frey-williams]

I need a fiction with Bellamy with badass gf reader where they’re already together on dropship in season one (started dating on the arc) and she’s really badass and just cool and everything but she’s sweet to Bellamy

[rogue-barnes-16]

STRONGER (part II/III)

Request: I'm totally down for a part 2. Maybe where Bellamy wakes up and you're gone to go fight and he watches guys hit on you while you're in your bra and shorts or something?

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Genre: angst

Tags: @bellamyblakemorley

Warnings: sadness, angst. Just emotions I guess. And language. Language too.

A/N: this is part II of a bellamy x reader request, you can go here (part I) and check it out, and you can check my Masterlist here. Also, I'm sorry about the angst (°¬°#)

I woke up with someone spooning me from behind, his breathing fanning against my shoulder, causing me to feel shivers. A second later, I realized I had stayed in Bellamy's tent.

A part of me wanted to move, to get out of there before Bellamy woke up. Another part wanted to stay, to turn around and hug him until he woke up, like nothing had happened. Heart against guts.

I was trying to figure out what was the right thing to do when I felt his grip tightening around my waist and his head burying against my neck. "Y/n"

I heard Bellamy mumble my name and I froze. I attempted to turn around. Maybe he didn't let me, maybe I didn't let myself, knowing that it would be impossible to leave if I saw him there. "I'm here" I replied quietly but confident.

A kiss landed over my bare shoulder, and I instantly knew which was the right decision. "Don't leave" he mumbled, falling asleep once again. His grip loosened slightly and I knew it was now or never.

I moved his hands away as carefully as I could, and I stood up, silently getting out of the tent without looking back at him. I crashed into Clarke, earning a confused look from her as soon as she realized where I came from. "he was drunk, so I slept- just slept- with him"

I explained. She just nodded pursing her lips. I knew she was still suspicious, but I didn't have time for this, I had to go to training, and first I needed to change my clothes.

BELLAMY'S P. O. V.

I woke up thrice.

The first time I felt dizzy. I didn't know where I was or even if what was happening was real, or just another hallucination I had about Y/n due to the alcohol.

It happened sometimes. I imagined she forgave me, I imagined that she loved me again, that she hugged me and cuddled me to comfort me like she used to.

But this time was different. I felt numb about everything. About everything, but her. Her slow breaths against my chest, her fingertips caressing vaguely my jaw in her sleep, her legs intertwined with mines.

It was really, she was real. I looked over her shoulder and I could see the sun hadn't rise yet. I could enjoy her company a bit more, and maybe, just maybe, she'd stay with me until I woke up in the morning.

The second time I woke up, I felt her stiff in her place. She was awake, and she most probably regretted coming with me. I acted by instinct, kissing her shoulder, and mumbling some words I wouldn't even remember later.

Apparently, I should have stayed shut, because when I woke up the third time, she wasn't there. I knew she would leave in the morning, but a tiny part of me hoped she would be there.

It wasn't like I deserved her, after all, but I'm only human. Wishes were all I had. I wished to be better, I wished to be able to turn back time, I wished I could fix the mess I was in, but clearly that wasn't possible.

I sat up at the same time as my tent opened, letting in a too loud Raven, along with a too bright sun. "Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty" she sang as I covered my eyes, throwing myself back to bed.

"Fuck off, Raven" I groaned with a husky voice. She had been the only one who kept caring after I started to drink.

"Eww! Disgusting" she said, and I turned around to see her throwing out a couple of moonshine bottles. "you brought Y/n here? Bellamy, this tent stinks." she pretended she was going to puke before signaling my tee "so does your clothes."

"Woah. Now that was just rude, Reyes." I grinned, taking off my tee, and throwing it towards her. "telling a drunk man he stinks." I got up slowly, feeling my headache growing as we got out of the tent.

"You" she poked my chest with her finger. "are NOT a man. Your a stupid being full of pity and regret and shit." she lectured me whilst picking a clean shirt and pushing it against me. "just talk to Y/n, Bellamy. This shit is getting really difficult to deal with."

I scoffed, looking away. "Y/n hates me. She won't let me talk to her." I said, putting on the shirt. I heard Raven laughing ironically and I looked at her again.

"Yeah, she cuddled you last night because she hates you" she said, shaking her head tired. "She's in the training room, sparring with the rest of the recruits."

And with that, she left me standing there. Could I really loose anything else at this point? Not really, so why wouldn't I try to talk to her? Maybe I feared the truth.

READER'S P. O. V.

"That's the best you can do?" I asked asked teasingly, blocking another punch from Harper. Despite the multiple times she'd beaten me, I kept taunting her. I knew she was a better fighter, but I also knew I had better endurance.

"why don't you show me how to do it better, smartass?" She asked breathing heavily. I knew that was the moment and with a simple kick, Harper was on the floor, with me over her.

"That's better than just hitting, don't you think?" I asked as a grin fight it's way to Harper's face, accompanied by her eyes rolling. "C'mon, let's take a small break" I suggested, getting up from above her.

Harper mimicked my gestures at the same time as I heard claps behind me. I turned around to see a gorgeous boy smirking. "Cute and fierce, ladies and gentlemen" He said, and I could feel his eyes scanning my body, only covered by sportive bra and shorts.

"Darling, I'm way more than 'cute and fierce'." I said rolling my eyes and turning around. I was wiping the sweat away from my chest and shoulders when I heard the boy hum.

"Yeah, I can see it, sweetheart." I turned back to him, grinning, at the same time he got closer to me. Unbelievably. Closer. Yes, he was gorgeous, but that was my personal space.

I placed a hand over his chest, pushing him slightly away, and turning around again, putting on a loose tee. "I'm leaving okay? I'll see you later Harper" I said by to my friend and I walked towards the exit.

"Wait gorgeous." I heard the boy from before calling me. I stopped walking to tell him to leave me alone, not because he wasn't hot, but because of what happened earlier with Bellamy confused me.

"I don't want to wait, sorry." I whispered, opening the door. I felt the boy getting closer as I walked, leaning against my ear.

"whatever you say kitten" he whispered, pulling away abruptly. He winked with a smirk on his face and walked away. "If you change your mind, I'd love to see you in that bra again."

"Asshole." I muttered rolling my eyes. It wasn't the first time some random boy tried to flirt with me during a training session, but it bothered the same. I was ready to walk away when I caught Bellamy staring at me.

I smiled and he smiled back, maybe a little bit too forcefully. As soon as I started to approach him, he walked towards his tent. I cursed myself when I realized I kept walking towards his tent, not fast, but I did it.

BELLAMY'S P. O. V.

My courage dissappeared just as fast as it had come when I saw a boy flirting with Y/n whilst she was training. I couldn't blame the boy, she looked so damn hot, and I wasn't jealous either. I was just sad that I lost her, that I was stupid enough to lose her.

I exited the training room, but like the coward I was, I stayed near the door, waiting for her to get out. However it wasn't a good idea, since I saw how the boy practically kissed Y/n's ear. I was in shock, not knowing what to do, too focused on my emotions to realize Y/n had noticed me.

She smiled and I tried to smile back. God knows I tried. She deserved all the smiles in the world. But I couldn't give it to her, it was more like a grimace. I quickly turned around and walked fast towards my tent, getting in as soon as possible.

It wasn't until I sat in my bed that I felt the tears running down my cheeks. Could this be worse? Yeah, of course it could. Suddenly Y/n entered in the tent, her smile turning into a worried gaze. I wiped the tears wishing she wouldn't have entered.

READER'S P. O. V.

"Bellamy, what's wrong?" I asked getting inside hesitant. The night before I had been too tired and that morning I had been too shocked, but now I realized how bad the situation was.

"I-" he muttered, but his voice broke before he could say anything. He then shrugged bitting his lips, and he looked down. "don't worry about it."

I frowned, getting closer to him. I didn't even think before letting my arms embrace him. For some reason, he remained stiff, not sure about hugging me. "I worry. I'll always worry about you Bell."

I heard him sob before his arms snaked around my waist. "I'm sorry Y/n. I-I'm so sorry" he mumbled, finally breaking in tears "I hurt you and t-that was m-my biggest mistake."

"Shh" I hushed him, running my fingers through his hair to calm him down. "I know you're sorry, we'll fix this. Now relax" I felt him nodding slowly his hands gripping my tee. "I've got you Bell."

[pretend-writer]

Find Me (Bellamy Blake x reader)

Requested

Summary: Bellamy’s girlfriend, Y/N gets kidnapped after she refused to take the chip. 

Title Reference: Find Me x Christina Grimmie

Word Count: 790 words

Warning: kidnapping

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'The chip might be good use, you never know.' I conversed with Bellamy as he got ready for his shift.

'No, I don't trust Jaha with this.' He said as he took a step closer and softly grabbed my arm. 'Promise me you won't take the chip.'

Slowly, I nodded thinking that he's probably right. 'Alright I won't take it.'

'Good.' He gave a soft smile before he kissed me. 'See you later babe.' Bellamy said before he left the room.

Being slightly shy, I was always reserved. The only people I actually talked to other than my boyfriend was Octavia, who I met through Bellamy. O has been nothing but kind to me and also understanding that I wasn't quite the people-person. It was nice to have someone to talk to other than Bellamy.

As I walked into the common area to get lunch for the day, Jaha approached me. 'Y/N. Nice to see you.'

'Hello.' I mumbled as I took a seat while holding my tray.

Before Jaha started to persuade me to take the chip, Raven sat next to me. 'Stop harassing her with the stupid chip and leave her alone.'

'She can do whatever she pleases.' Jaha said with a straight face.

'You don't want the chip, right?' Raven turned to me, I shook my head no.

'See? She says no. Now go.'

Jaha sighed as he got up and walked away. As I watched him leave, I looked over Raven. 'Thank you.'

'No problem. It's annoying how he tries to take advantage of people he know won't say no to him.'

I've always seen Raven around camp but I never actually had the chance to talk to her. It was nice that people were kind enough to help.

'Bellamy says you don't talk much but if you need anything, I'm always here.' Raven gave a sweet smile before she left the table.

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On my way back to the room after lunch, I felt as though someone was watching me. Turning around once in a while, I made sure that I wasn't being followed.

'Y/N!' I heard a voice yelling my name. Quickly, I turned around and noticed it was just Abby.

'Oh, hi.' I sighed in relief. 'You scared me a little bit.'

Abby giggled, 'Aw, you don't have to be frightened.' She said as she wrapped her arms around me to give me a hug.

Suddenly, I felt a sting on my neck as I started to feel weak. Then everything went blank.

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I woke up in a familiar room but instead I was tied up in a chair with towel wrapped around my mouth. It was Abby's nurse room.

'Finally you're awake.' Jaha said as he walked around the room. 'I gave you a choice to take the chip but now you're just going to have to deal with it.'

At first I was confused to why Abby kidnapped me just to take me into her room, but now everything was clear; She's with Jaha and they're going to force the chip on me.

Fearing of what was going to happen, I panicked. Trying to struggle out of the tight rope tied on my wrist didn't help at all. Even trying to scream through the towel didn't do anything.

'So silly, but don't worry. Once you have this chip, you'll feel all better.' Abby grinned as she approached me with the chip in her hand. I continued to struggle even when Jaha held me tight.

Suddenly I heard the door slam open. With Abby and Jaha in my face, I didn't know who it was but I knew it was one of them. One of those things that was being controlled my the chips.

Fortunately, I was wrong; It was Bellamy. He threw a punch at Jaha's face, causing him to lie on the ground unconscious. Then, he got a needle and stuck it into Abby's chest. As she slowly fell to the ground, Bellamy came towards me to untie the ropes.

'I'm so sorry, Y/N.' He quickly untied me and took the towel out of my mouth.

'How did you find me?' I asked him as I caught my breath.

Bellamy cupped my face as he stared into my eyes. 'Raven told me Jaha was eyeing you the whole time. Then Abby started following you back to your room.'

'Thank you for saving me.' Tears fell from my eyes, relieved that my life wasn't going to end today.

'Of course baby.' He mumbled as he hugged me tightly. I buried my face into the nook of his neck, crying silently.

Shortly after, Bellamy placed a kiss on my forehead. Then, he took my hand. 'C'mon, Let's get out of here.'

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tag list; @jodiereedus22, @trashyabi, @coffeebooksandfandom

[storywool]

The River

Request: Omg number 9 please!! (A/N: a lil’ cute drabble) 

9: “H-How long have you been standing there watching me get dressed?”

Word Count: 524

Y/n emerged from the water, letting the liquid clean her body of all the impurities and dirt acquired from the Ground. She rubbed the water out of her eyes and looked at her surroundings. Trees and more trees was all she could see, and she was thankful for this moment of solitude. The water of the river she stood in was cool. Against the humid air, it felt wonderful and inviting. While not the most effective way to clean oneself, it would have to work.

She didn’t miss the Ark, but she missed showering. Above that, though, she missed shampoo. Monty, the genius that he is, used some herbs and other things he found to make a body wash so at least they wouldn’t feel too gross. It wasn’t great, but it would make do until the rest of her people could join them. She lathered her body in this stuff, knowing she was taking more than her fair share. She just wanted to get all the dirt and sweat off of her.

Once satisfied, she climbed onto the bank of the river. She used a small washcloth to dry herself off. That was another thing she missed: normal sized towels. She dried herself off to the best of her ability, except for her hair, which still shone with wetness.

She reached for her small pile of somewhat clean clothes. She pulled on her underwear, and turned around to pick up her shirt, when she noticed a figure leaning against a nearby tree. It was Bellamy, her boyfriend, admiring his view.

She yelped and attempted to cover up her bare chest with her shirt. “H-How long have you been standing there watching me get dressed?”  

He strolled over to her leisurely, with a hunger in his eyes. “Long enough,” He purred, and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her toward him. He kissed her neck and sent chills down her spine.

“Babe not right now. I literally just bathed.” She pushed him away and pulled the shirt over her head. He leaned down to kiss her, and though it was rough and chaste, Y/n melted like chocolate beneath his touch.

They parted, leaving both of them breathless. “You’re saying one thing, but you’re body is saying another.” He rested his forehead on hers and breathed in her scent.

She put her hands on his chest and patted it playfully. “Later, I promise.”

“Keep your promises, babygirl.” He let her go so she could put her pants and shoes on.

She swore her whole like that if anyone called her babygirl, she would have punched them in the face. But coming from his lips, it made her feel like a school girl again. She loved it. “Or what? You’re gonna punish me?” She teased, flashing him her 1,000 watt smile. Even if she didn’t know that this teasing him was affecting him so, the way his body reacted was answer enough. He tried to conceal a shiver and adjust himself without being too obvious. She laughed and after tying her shoes, returned to his side.

“Come on, daddy, we’ve got work to do.”  

[lausscribbles]

Safe x Bellamy Blake

requested by anon ; Hi, I would like to request a bellamy x reader image in which the reader gets kidnapped by grounders. you can choose what is happening. thx! ^^ ; i hope you like it! since i’m not really sure about it haha! 

When the night falls over Arkadia, everybody is immediately on their last nerve. Or that’s how it seems. [Y/N] hated to be on night watch, but unfortunately she had to from time to time. ‘You on night watch tonight?’ Bellamy asked her, when she walked past him in the hall. ‘Yeah, how do you know?’ [Y/N] frowned. ‘I see how nervous you get,’ he smiled. ‘It will be okay.’ ‘Yeah, you’re not the one that has to stand there in the dark while you can get hit by an arrow any second. I seriously don’t get how we ever made an agreement with those grounders.’ She sighed, softly shaking her head. [Y/N] didn’t really liked the grounders. They had killed her best friend in the first week they had landed on Earth, and she had loathed them ever since. ‘[Y/N], relax,’ Bellamy smiled again, softly placing his hand on her shoulder. ‘You won’t be alone. How about I join you tonight?’ ‘You really don’t have to …’ [Y/N] started, but she didn’t want to say no. ‘I know I don’t, but I’ll be there, okay?’ Bellamy gave her one last smile and then walked away again. [Y/N] took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second and then started to walk again, too.

The dark surrounded [Y/N], while she held her gun close to her body, ready to shoot at any movement in the woods. ‘You’re so tense,’ Bellamy laughed, making [Y/N] jump up and aim the gun at him. But as soon as she saw it was him, she relaxed. ‘Sorry,’ she mumbled. ‘It’s just, I don’t want the same to happen to me like …’ She didn’t had to finish that sentence, because Bellamy knew what she meant. ‘I know,’ he whispered. ‘But it won’t, I promise. We can defense ourselves so much better now. We have guns, a wall, trained soldiers here with us.’ ‘We do, but still …’ she sighed, and looked at the forest. ‘Did you see that?’ She quickly turned back around to Bellamy. He looked behind her into the forest, but shook his head. ‘No, there’s nothing there.’ ‘There is!’ She fired back, looking again. She swore she had seen a movement in the dark bushes. She held up her gun, ready to fire, but Bellamy stopped her. ‘Don’t fire if you don’t have to,’ he warned her. [Y/N] lowered her gun, still standing by her statement that she had seen something. She was so sure, that she started to climb down the watch tower, so she could check for herself. ‘[Y/N], what are you doing?’ Bellamy whispered-shouted from up the watch tower. But she ignored him and kept on going towards the gate, where she was greeted by another guard. As soon as she reached for the gate, the guard stopped her. ‘What are you doing?’ He asked, firmly holding her wrist. ‘I saw something,’ [Y/N] said. ‘Someone’s out there, watching us.’ ‘Then why didn’t any of the other guards say anything?’ He didn’t believe her, he made that clear by asking that question. ‘I don’t know!’ [Y/N] sighed in frustration. Just let me through so I can check for myself.’ ‘I can’t let you through, you know that,’ the guard said back, shaking his head. ‘Just let her through, I’ll go with her,’ Bellamy said from behind them. [Y/N] refused to turn around and look at him, but kept eyeing the guard, who eventually gave in and opened up the gate. [Y/N] immediately walked out, her gun ready, while carefully scanning the area. ‘There’s nothing here, [Y/N]. Let’s just go back, c’mon.’ [Y/N] sighed, looked one last time and then turned around. But that’s where she made a mistake. Well, maybe her first mistake had been going outside the gate. Before she could yell or defend herself in anyway, someone grabbed her from behind, covering up her mouth, and pulling her arms back. She was pulled into the dark night, and the last thing she saw was Bellamy desperately trying to grab her, before he was pulled back by the guard at the gate. It was a nightmare, being locked up in a dark hole, having no clue if it was day or night, how many hours, maybe even days had passed. She didn’t see anyone, had no idea where she was, what they wanted and even who took her. She wished she had listened to Bellamy, had said, ‘you’re right’, and who would’ve known what would have happened. [Y/N] was on the edge of dehydration, and it felt like her stomach was glued to her back. How long had she been in here? Every time she opened her eyes again, she felt worse and worse, and was starting to fear that if she would close them again, it would be for the last time. And right at the moment that she had lost all hope of her friends ever finding her, the door opened up, voices filling the room, her chains loosening up. She was pulled up, given a cup of water that she eagerly drank. But still her mind was fuzzy. ‘You’re safe.’ She heard him say, and she knew who had said it. Bellamy. He had found her after all. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her as close as possible, while he explained what had happened, how the grounders had took her, because they claimed we had broken their trust by crossing their land. It had been a stupid misunderstanding. Bellamy promised her it would be okay, that she was safe now. And all [Y/N] could do was believe him, as she did feel safe in his arms.

[bellsamorelle]

princess

bellamy blake x fem!reader

summary: you’re dating bellamy. he’s helping you get ready for a clan meeting in polis.

cw: overprotectiveness, fluff, no smut

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as bellamy is helping you get ready, you ask if he likes your dress. after all, this clan meeting is very crucial and having the wrong first impression could be unavailing.

you exhale in contentment.

“how do i look?” you say, turning towards him.

he stands up from the chair he’s sitting in and walks towards you.

“you look beautiful, princess.”

you smile.

he bends down in front of you, slipping your heels on your feet.

“however," he says, looking up at you and tugging at the hem of your dress— "I wish it were longer.

you roll your eyes playfully.

“but you can wear whatever you want princess.” he says as he leans forward kissing your thigh, then standing back up.

“i can fight.”

wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you chuckle.

“you sure?” you say sarcastically.

he makes a snarky remark, before leaning in to kiss you.

kissing him, you relax in his arms.

[bellsamorelle]

thanks

bellamy x fem!reader

summary: reader gets into a fight, bellamy helps to take care of her

warnings: blood, small amount of angst, fluff, kissing, no smut.

(this was a collaborative, co-written fic with my pook @lov3lyl3tters ღ)

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You hiss under your breath as you dab a damp cloth against the cut on your cheek, the sting sharp enough to make you mutter a curse. The makeshift tent around you offers little comfort—just a flimsy barrier against the chaos of camp outside. The fight had been… stupid. Some girl had decided she didn’t like your tone, and fists had flown before either of you could think better of it. You weren’t even sure who won, but judging by the throbbing ache in your ribs and the bruise forming on your jaw, you didn’t come out unscathed.

“You look like hell.”

The deep, familiar voice makes you groan before you even look up. Bellamy Blake is standing at the entrance of your tent, arms crossed, head tilted just enough to make it clear he’s been watching for a second.

“Thanks, Bell. That’s exactly what I needed to hear right now.”

He steps inside, ignoring the bite in your tone as he crouches down in front of you. His gaze flickers over your face, assessing, calculating. It’s not the first time you’ve been in a fight—hell, it’s not even the first time he’s found you in this exact situation. But there’s something different about the way he looks at you now, something softer than the usual expression.

“Here,” he says, pulling a damp cloth from his belt. “You’re doing a crap job. Let me.”

You hesitate, but before you can argue, he’s already reaching for your face. His touch is surprisingly gentle, fingers brushing against your skin as he wipes away the dried blood near your temple. The warmth of his hand lingers, a stark contrast to the cold air sneaking through the tent’s flimsy walls.

“You should see the other girl,” you mumble, watching his face.

Bellamy chuckles, shaking his head. “I did. She looks better than you.”

“Ouch.” You place a dramatic hand over your heart. “That’s not very leaderly of you, Blake.”

“Leaderly isn’t a word.”

“It is if I say it is, grammar police.”

Bellamy scoffs, a slight smirk on his face.

Despite the bickering, Bellamy continued to be gentle—patching up the gash on your face.

The air was silent, the tension increasing when Bellamy made eye contact with you. A stare that lasted a little too long for the both of you. Bellamy quickly broke the silence when clearing his throat.

“Okay. You’re all patched up.” He says, stepping back and discarding the gauze.

Avoiding eye contact, you respond. “Thanks.”

You can feel Bellamy’s gaze lingering on you, the awkward tension in the air increasing once again.

You look up at him, gaze not falling. Neither of you speaks—the air engulfed in stillness.

He steps closer, movements careful—gentle, like you’re something fragile.

He smooths his fingers over your temple, brushing hair out of your face. He’s close enough that you could feel the warmth of your breath reflecting off him.

Your lips part slightly—looking down at Bellamy’s. Looking into his eyes, they're filled softly with yearning.

“Bellamy..” you whisper.

Placing his hands in your hair, Bellamy leans in, closing the space between your lips.

A moment of silence that confessed everything. A moment that told the untold. The confession of glances that were too long, or the stubbornness that was really care.

You part lips, foreheads resting on each other. The flush of cheeks and pants of breath overwhelmed the atmosphere in the tent.

“Try not to get in any more fights, yeah?” Bellamy smirked.

You scoff, a smile on your face. “I got in a fight and it led to this, why wouldn’t I do it again?” You smirk, leaning your head back to look at him.

“You won’t need to.” He addressed, reconnecting your lips to his.