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[uniqorrn]

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Location: The Dropship

Summary: After leaving the camp with Clarke, Jasper, Octavia, Monty, and Fin in attempt at getting to the mountains you make the mistake of following Octavia into the fresh water you find along the way. After Octavia is attacked by a creature in the water she is saved by Jasper. You all think you're safe but, the creature comes back for more and takes you this time instead, leaving you injured when the group finally saves you. However, Bellamy isn't too happy to see that both his sister and his girlfriend come back to camp wounded.

Warnings: ⚠️ language, kind of a make-out session/a little smutty, blood, being attacked by a creature, injuries, mentions of drowning/drowning like scenes, overprotective! and jealous! Bellamy(but hey who doesn't like that 😉)

Pairing(s): Bellamy Blake x Reader some Fin x Reader if you squint.

Words: 2,292

A/n: For this imagine the story has been altered a little bit. And I apologize if somethings wrong with the scene, I just started watching the 100 so I apologize in advance if i anything seems off or wrong.

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Your POV:

"Are you sure we're going the right way, Clarke?" You groaned out as you stepped over yet another large tree root. You had been walking for hours and your body was tired. All you wanted was to sit down and rest for just a minute.

"Yes, I'm sure." She paused, taking in a deep breath as she looked around at the woods. "I at least think we are."

"Maybe we should go back to ca-"

"Hey, guys! Check this out!" You were interrupted by a sudden shout, turning your head in the direction of the shout you sped up your pace until you moved into a run. Your e/c eyes widened at the sight, allowing them to dance across the crystal still water that laid in front of you.  A wide grin tugged at your lips as you turned to look at Octavia, giving her that same mischievous smirk that she was giving you.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" She laughed, her eyes darting back out to the still water.

"Hell yeah!" You shouted, pumping your fist into the air before starting to take off your jeans as you watched Octavia begin to break the still water, creating ripples the further she walked in.

"Man, I love earth" you heard Jasper mumble behind you. You rolled your eyes at his comment knowing he was watching you and Octavia strip of your clothes. With that same smirk you followed Octavia into the water, sighing at the cold sensation that wrapped around your body the deeper you went. However, you only made it waist deep in the water when the group behind you began shouting.

"Get out of the water!"

"Get out of the water now you guys!" Your eyes widened at the way the water moved. Fast ripples and waves moved towards you and Octavia at a lightning fast speed. You turned on your feet and moved out of the water as fast as you could, slipping and sliding on the wet rocks beneath your feet as the water restricted your movements. The rest of the group were up on the rocks, shouting and reaching their hands out towards you and Octavia. You managed to get closer to the rocks to grab Fins hand, who pulled you out of the water and onto land unharmed. Without a minute of rest you turned around quickly, screaming out your bestfriends name in fear.

"Octavia!" You cried, letting go of Fins arm as you fell to the ground near the edge of the rock you were standing on. Your eyes landed on Octavia just as the creature took her under the water, your eyes glazing over with tears instantly.

"Octavia! No!" You continued to cry out for her, your eyes searching the deep river for any signs of her. Just as soon as everyone thought she was gone, she broke the surface again and dragged around in circles, screaming for help.

"Quick! Help me distract it. Maybe it will let her go." Clarke shouted, pushing a large boulder into the water with the help of Fin. Just as she thought, the creature let go of Octavia and rushed to the splash that was created by the giant rock. Jasper ran to the waters surface, jumping in and pulling her out of the water and onto land safely.

"Octavia! Your leg." Clarke mumbled, pointing to the smaller wound on her upper thigh. I stayed sitting on the cold wet rock, watching the group from a distance as they checked on her wound. I was too busy focusing on slowing my breathing that I didn't notice the creature was coming back until something grabbed my ankle. A sharp, loud scream left my throat as I was dragged back into the freezing cold water. As I went under, I inhaled some of the river water, coughing it back up and gasping for air as I surfaced.

"Y/n!" The group shouted, rushing to the edge of the rock.

"Y/n! Hold on! Quick, Somebody help her!" I could hear Octavia's terrified shouts from the shore as the creature dragged me around the water. However, everyone was frozen In place and too shocked to do anything. Another sharp scream left my throat as sharp teeth sank into my waist and left arm, blood staining the water red as it leaked from my body and into the river.

"S-Somebody... h-help me!" I coughed out, reaching my right hand out of the water as if someone would grab it and help pull me out. By this time I had inhaled too much water and was becoming dizzy from the lack of oxygen. As spots started clouding my vision everything stopped, the creature released me from its hold and suddenly I was floating, kicking myself up above the waters surface to try and inhale what oxygen I could. My body grew tired the more I kicked, pain shooting up my left side with each thrust as i kicked myself closer to the shore. My head started to go under again, my breathing turning into desperate gasps.

"It's alright, I got you now." Fins hands wrapped around my arm, pulling me out of the water and back onto the shore. He pressed me against his chest as I coughed up more water onto the rocks, groaning at the pain that throbbed on my left side. He gently put me down on the ground, rolling me onto my side to let the water fall from my mouth.

"Oh god.. Y/n! Are you okay?!" Octavia shouted, her eyes glossing over as she looked at the deep gash on my waist.

"I-I'm alright..-" I paused to cough, wincing at the pain in my side. "I think anyway" I forced out a laugh, soon followed by another short coughing fit.

"Let's get you two back to camp, those injuries are bad." Clarke said, the others all nodding in agreement as they crowded around me.

"Wait you guys.." Jaspers eyes widened, his lip quivering slightly. It's like he was frozen with fear, even greater fear than what we just went through.

"What Jasper? We don't have time to wait." Clarke lectured, per usual for her. There was a rather long pause as we all waited for Jasper to speak up again. And when he finally did the groups eyes widened in fear, swallowing the lumps in their throats as he uttered those five words.

"Bellamy's going to kill us."

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"Someone get me some medical supplies!" Clarke shouted as we made it into the clearing of the camp. All eye turned to look at us, hushed gasps and whispered filling the clearing as Jasper helped Octavia sit down on a log and while Fin placed me on the floor next to her, helping me lean back against the log for support. Bellamy and Murphy were in the back of the large crowd that had gathered around. They shared a look, Bellamy's jaw flexing as he pushed forward through the crowd, Murphy following quickly behind.

"What the hell happened here?" That voice. That stern, deep, husky voice you knew all to well sounded above all the commotion. You raised your head slightly, giving Bellamy a tired smile as Fin adjusted you once more for Clarke to be able to work her magic. Murphy stood next to Bellamy, the two giving each other a worried yet curious stare as their eyes landed on my wounds.

"Ow! Clarke that stings!" I hissed out, jerking backward slightly as she applied some ointment to the wound. Bellamy walked up to Octavia first, sending Fin and Clarke a glare as they ignored his protests and questions. But, I didn't fail to see that stern glare he sent their way as he squatted down next to his sister. He was always overprotective of me and his sister but, when it came to me it was a whole new level of overprotective. I was used to it by now but, it still sent butterflies to my stomach knowing he still felt and acted the same way as when we first met.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. But, we need to clean the wound, it could get infected." You could hear Bellamy and Octavia mumbling at the other end of the log. Bellamy's jaw tightened in anger and worry the more he heard your painful moans. He hated seeing you hurt in anyway so, you can imagine the shock he had when he saw you entering the camp with a bloody gash on your waist and a rather large scratch on your left arm. He wasn't there to protect you and that pissed him off even more. After Clarke was done she and Fin walked over to Octavia, leaving you alone for only a few seconds before Bellamy was right at your side.

"Are you crazy? You could've gotten yourself killed Y/n!" He mumbled, placing a hand on your shoulder as he used the other one to lean on, giving himself some support.

"I'm fine, Bellamy. Fin pulled me out of-"

"Fin?! Why is it always about Fin nowadays!" He whisper-yelled, his face turning red in anger and jealousy.

"Bellamy calm down! I'm alive thanks to him-"

"I'm not going to calm down Y/n! You could have died! don't you get it? you could have died out there and I wouldn't know. I don't like that he touched you.. I don't like that he was the one that pulled you out of the water. I don't like that he's the one who brought you back to camp wrapped up in his arms as if he was your boyfriend-" I cut off his jealous rant with a kiss, pressing my lips onto his in a heated kiss. His breathing slowed down and his muscles began to relax as our lips moved in sync. After a minute we broke away for air, resting our foreheads against each others. He moved his lips down to my neck to place rough yet sweet kisses there, earning a gasp out of me. He placed feather light kisses the rest of the way down, stopping at my exposed shoulder -as I was wearing a tank top- to place small, light, loving kisses there. A small groan left my lips at his light touch which caused him to smirk against my skin. He knew exactly what he was doing and only made his ego bigger.

"Bell.. Not here. Not in front of everyone." I mumbled, pushing his head up so he could look me in the eyes again.

"Why not? Everyone should know that you belong to me." He smirked, tucking his hand underneath my legs as the other wrapped around my lower back, careful not to touch the wound on my hip. He stood up with me in his arms-bridal style- as he started walking to his tent. Giving Fin a sharp glare and a smirk as he passed him before entering me and his shared tent. He gently set me on the cot, giving me another hot kiss on my lips. He placed his hands on either side of me to support himself as he hovered over me. His black curly hair fell over his face as he planted his lips back on my neck, kissing and sucking till a sharp gasp left my throat once again. He abused that spot for a moment, smirking against my skin as our breathing became heavier and our bodies became hotter.

"You're lucky you're injured right now or else I wouldn't be holding back." His hot breath hit against my skin as he spoke, making another quiet moan leave my throat.

"Oh really?" I smirked, placing a firm kiss on his toned jawline. He took in a sharp breath, falling to lay beside me on the cot. His signature smirk was plastered on his face as he made himself comfortable next to me, his hand running down the thigh that wasn't injured.

"Now you've got me all hot and bothered, babe." I grumbled, scooting down so I could lay my head on his bicep, giving him a small kiss on the cheek before I snuggled into his chest.

"You could say it's payback for almost dying on me."

"Well, you'll just have to punish me when I'm better don't you think?" I questioned. I already knew what his answer would be but, I enjoyed the teasing.

"Oh you know it babygirl." He smirked, looking down at me with those dark, brooding eyes. oh boy were you in for a treat once your wound healed.

[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..”

[uniqorrn]

Sweet Nights

Location: The dropship

Summary: After a late night of bonfire partying you, and your boyfriend, Bellamy, decide to head to bed, enjoying each other's company in the warmth of your shared cot as you listen to the sounds of nature and faint music around you.

Paring(s): Bellamy Blake x Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ language, partying, mentions/hints of sexual themes, cocky and confident Bellamy at some point, But overall just an insane amount of fluff.

Words: 1,911

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Your POV:

It was a nice night to have a bonfire. The stars were shining brightly across the dark blue sky, and the wind blew softly through the thick, dense forest. The air was thin and cold thanks to the breeze it wasn't so hot outside, which made you sigh happily. The only heat provided was the warmth that came from the flames of the fire that sat in front of you. The heat touched your skin, leaving behind a small burning sensation as the breeze shifted, turning the flames away from you where you sat on a thick log. You reached out in front of you, grabbing your small cup of water. You brought the metal container to your lips, sighing in content as the cold liquid swiftly moved down your throat and into your stomach, quenching your thirst. Unlike the others here, who were too busy drinking moonshine, grinding against each other, or yelling and screaming as they sang along to songs that played from a radio Raven had fixed up. You were busy keeping warm by the fire, your empty cup still grasped in your right hand. You weren't one for parties. Well, the drinking and screaming part of it anyway. You didn't mind dancing if it was with your friends or someone you cared for. You didn't mind the big groups of people that would gather in one spot. What you didn't like was the loudness that came with it, the grinding and the running-off-to-have-sex-with-some-random-guy aspect. However, you couldn't really escape these parties. The 100 delinquents had made it to earth, where they could survive. Where they could live their lives and not be trapped in a cage as convicts anymore. That was weeks ago, though, and bonfire parties like these were held almost every night since the first one, which messed with your sleep. Oh, there's another reason why you didn't like parties. You couldn't wonder out into the woods to drown out the loud noise, either, or you'd risk being killed by grounders. Your e/c orbs stared out at the clearing nearby, watching a group of horny teenagers swallow cup after cup of moonshine and grind against one another to the music coming from the small radio. You didn't think music would even work down here, but you had watched Raven as she worked on the radio, not stopping till some song played from the small, square box. Your eyes lit up once she fixed it, amazed at her talent and skill for that kind of thing. However, your joy for the small device was short-lived when the radio became the center of the noise that you heard almost every night. You were actually surprised that Bellamy, your boyfriend, hadn't put an end to it yet, as it could attract unwanted company. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, turning your head around to look back into the bright orange flames. You watched them dance against the night air—the orange glow was captivating, catching all of your attention as the sparks flew up into the sky for a split second before disappearing. "Hey, baby...." A quiet voice sounded somewhere next to you. You ignored it, assuming it was another drunk trying to shoot his shot with you. It wouldn't be the first that's approached you tonight. "Earth to You" this time, the voice was louder, shaking you from your dazed state and back into reality. You looked up, a small, gentle smile making its way onto your face, as Bellamy sat on the log next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and, out of instinct, you rested your head on his broad, muscular shoulder. He placed a quick kiss on the top of your head, rubbing his arm up and down your exposed one. "m'sorry, I didn't notice it was you." You mumbled, moving your legs so they rested on top of Bellamy's thigh. He let out a deep chuckle in response, his voice making your heart melt as he spoke. "It's alright-" He whispered, chugging down the rest of whatever liquid was in his cup. "-I was actually coming to get you. I wanted to head to bed. I'm tired of all the noise." He grumbled out, using his right hand to intertwine it with your left one. "And, I missed my girl." He added, grinning from ear to ear when you hid your face in his shoulder at his words. "Mmm.. Alright. But only if you carry me there." You teased kissing his nose softly, loving how it scrunched up whenever you did that. He smiled, huffing out a quick 'okay' before scooping you up in his arms bridal style and marching to your shared tent. Your tent was on the other side of the camp, which was great for you and him. It meant that the noise of the others would be drowned out, just a quiet noise in the background as you and Bellamy snuggled up together in bed, falling asleep in each others arms. As Bellamy walked into the tent, he placed feather-like kisses on your jaw, earning a small giggle from you. He smiled at you, placing you down on the ground in front of him as he gazed into your eyes with his own loving chocolate-brown ones. You offered him a small smile as you turned around, removing your jacket off your body and walking over to an empty create, making sure you swung your hips in a teasing manner as you did. You grabbed a tank top that was resting on the empty supply create. You slid off your t-shirt soon, replacing it with the thin tank top. You could feel Bellamy's stare on you as you slid off your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your tank top and underwear as you climbed into the makeshift bed. "You going to keep staring or join me?" You teased, giving him a small smirk as you propped yourself up on your forearm for support. You patted the empty place on the cot, signaling for him to join you. He let out a soft laugh, taking off his navy blue t-shirt in one swift motion. You couldn't help but let your eyes run over his bare chest. Studying every curve and crease, starting from his waist all the way up to his neck. You blushed at how tan he was, at how defined his abs were, and how his muscular biceps flexed when they reached down to take off his belt. To say Bellamy Blake wasn't attractive would be a lie—every girl wished they could be you. Wrapped up in his big, strong, tan arms as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Holding you still while the two of you make sweet love together. It was something every girl wanted. It was something every girl dreamt of. But you? if you saw more than just his amazingly good looks and charm. That's one of the many reasons why Bellamy fell in love with you. "You're staring again, babe." He snickered, removing his heavy black combat jeans that he wore constantly, leaving him in nothing but his boxers as he joined you on the cot. He lifted the thin blankets up, sliding himself under them as he wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you in by the waist. You pressed yourself against his chest, both of your bodies burning from the skin-on-skin contact. He rested his head on the one pillow you shared, gazing up into your eyes as you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Your lips molded together, chests pressed against one another as your tongues battled for dominance. You held each other close as you pulled away for air, resting your forehead against Bellamy's, taking in a deep breath. You placed your hand in his hair, running your fingers through it and massaging his scalp. A soft groan left his parted lips, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. "Mmm.. That feels good princess." He muttered his own hands, rubbing up and down your back soothingly. You moved your head down to his face, placing sweet, delicate kisses on his cheeks and jawline while your fingers continued to massage his scalp. You covered him in kisses, his body completely coming undone by your touch. "You're so good to me.." He uttered, sighing contently as one of your hands moved down to rest on his exposed chest. You placed one last lingering kiss on his jawline before sitting. Back up next to him, your hand rubbing down his chest as you moved. You traced his muscles with your index finger, occasionally rubbing over a small scar. His hand reached up to rub your arm once more. He gave you a soft smile as he gazed at you, admiring your beauty. "You're so beautiful.." He whispered, reaching his hand up to move your hair out of your face. Your cheeks grew red at his words and butterflies flew around your stomach as he sat up, cupping your face with his right hand. You smiled at him as he pecked your lips softly, his thumb rubbing against your cheek bone. "Here... Lay down on your stomach for me." You did as he said, slowly moving onto your stomach with your arms propped underneath your head for support. A sudden weight felt on your butt. You peeked open an eye to look behind you to see Bellamy sitting on your butt, careful not to put all of his weight on you. His warm hands pushed your tank top up your back, rubbing over your shoulders as they fell back down onto your waist. you hummed in content as his large, warm hands made contact with your skin, his fingers pressing into the curve of your back with just the perfect amount of pressure. He started at your lower back, pressing into it as he worked his way up the sides of your spine, then between your shoulder blades and the base of your neck. It felt amazing the way his hands worked their magic over your sore back, relieving the knots that had formed form, bending over and lugging around heavy materials. "Bell..." You moaned out. His hands continued to press into your back more, applying more pressure as you got used to his hands. He massaged your back for a good fifteen minutes, making sure to rub at the knots to release any tension that might cause you pain. You rolled over onto your side when he was done, raising your head slightly to give him a sweet, passionate kiss as a thank you. He kissed you back, cupping your face once more with his hand. You two stayed like that for a little while longer, enjoying the silence as you two fell asleep next to each other.

[thewhitneybrownridge]

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A lot of you guys having asking what wattpad book i’ve been reading soooo here it is! It’s a Bellamy Blake x reader from The 100 go check it out!

[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.                                     

[celticcountrygal]

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True Name - Bellamy Blake Imagine

Bellamy x Reader

Summary : The Reader lets herself go around Bellamy, the new guy in the Compound and they give in to their feelings.

You watched as the horses and Rovers came through the gates at the front of the Compound. IT was the Mosaraths, Lexa’s people and this new Clan, the Sky Crew. Who had fallen from the sky. When the rider from Indra had came telling you the AI that had been responsible for The Great Fall had been destroyed and they needed a New Heda. You had agreed for them to come to your lands and search.

You had met them in the ‘throne room’ where they had told you what happened. From the moment she opened her mouth you took a disliking to Clarke Griffin, she spoke out of turn and thought she could Command the respect to do so. You had finally thrown a knife at her feet and threatened to take her head and hang it from your wall. From then she shut up and avoided you mostly. You had talked to Octavia and Raven after that, you liked them. They were smart and a warriors. 

After that you had given them a quarters in the Compound and had gotten on with your life. Only they always seemed to be hanging around. It annoyed your people too. They believed the Mosaraths were below them, which heightwise for the men it was true. The tallest of them only stood to the shoulders on your men. The women, well you were a different story. You barely reached some of the Mosaraths shoulders and even Clarke was taller than you.

There had been a good few fights so far, none involving Sky Crew though, and you wished your Father had been here. He had been the one to bring peace between your people but he was gone and now you were in his place. You had only taken them in out of respect for Lexa, who you had trained with in your youth, and him.

You stood on the cliff overlooking the forest below. The moonlight and stars were the only light that flooded the landscape. Your hand went to your hip where your sword was strapped. You heard a leaf crunch and instantly unsheathed your sword swinging it around. You pressed your sword against the soft skin. He tensed and his eyes widened. Damn those big brown eyes. ‘You shouldn’t have snuck up on me Bellamy’ You lowered the sword putting it back on your hip. He let out a breath.

Your eyes roamed his face. He was the only Sky Crew you genuinely liked. Bellamy Blake. Sometimes you even actively sought out his presence. You didn’t know why, it could have been those big brown eyes that looked like they knew everything you were thinking, or could reach far enough into you to find you soul. It could have been those black locks that he left so unruly on his head. It could have been that jaw that looked sharper than the sword that was under in a few seconds ago. It could have been those pretty lips that could light up his face when the slid into a smile. Or it could have been all of that together.

It could have been those broad shoulders. Ot those bulging biceps that almost looked too big for the shirts he wore. Or that perfectly chiseled chest that any woman would want to run their hands over. Or the back you had watched when he trained, the muscles tensing and relaxing. Or that perfectly defined torso that you wished to feel under your fingertips. Come to think of it, it was probably all of that.

You sighed and reached out and ran your finger along his neck collecting the drop of blood there. ‘Sorry, I did not mean to make you bleed’ You apologised wiping it in your trousers. ‘It was my fault I shouldn’t have crept up on you’ He smiled slightly. ‘Although I did call out for you’ He walked around the large rock and sat on it. ‘I’m sorry, I was thinking’ You shrugged sitting beside him. You never made eye contact but looking out over the forest. ‘I should have called when I seen you’ You nodded and looked towards him. He was already looking at you.

You bright eyes met his deep brown ones and your breath caught in your throat. ‘I asked inside where you were, Gendry told me out here, said this was where you went when something bad happened Kai’ He laid his hand on your thigh his eyes searching yours. ‘My Father was a Kairon before I was leader here. He died eight years ago’ His hand left your thigh and grabbed your hand. ‘He went into the Mountain to get my other and never came out’ A wind blew the hair from your face. ‘I went in a month later and found them. They told me my Father had come across the Reapers and my brother had been one’ You took a deep breath in ‘He hesitated, and my brother killed him’ Bellamy opened his mouth to answer but you got there before him. ‘I didn’t, when my brother came at me I had killed him. The fact that I got our people out and killed him without hesitation was what had gotten me nominated’ You looked away from him unable to hold eye contact with him. 

In your culture to begin the trials that you had to pass to become a leader you had to be a unanimous decision among the leaders that you could be nominated and to be nominated you had to do something recognisable. You felt him take his hand from yours and your hand dropped. The Sky Crew were not like your people they didn’t understand the ways of your people. The you must do anything you can to survive mentality. But you felt him wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you towards him.

You breathed out a sigh of relief and wrapped your arm around his back. ‘We do what we need to for our people’ You closed your eyes leaning into him for a proper hug. You wrapped your other arm around him slipping your arm under the jacket he was wearing. ‘I killed my Brother Bellamy, would you kill Octavia?’ You felt him tighten his arm around you and he scooted closer to you. ‘Octavia isn’t a Reaper’ He whispered. ‘You did what you needed to do Kai’ You closed your eyes. ‘Y/n my name is Y/n’ You looked up at him through your lashes.

You seen his eyebrows furrow. ‘Y/n’ He breathed. You liked the sound of your name coming from his lips. ‘Y/n’ You repeated. ‘Kai is a title, like Heda’ You informed him and heard him hump. ‘I’ve never heard anyone call you Y/n’ He mused. ‘They don’t know my name, all Dark bloods, only their family knows their name’ He pulled back a little. ‘It’s because someday we may become Kai or Kairon’ He blinked a second. ‘Your Dad’s name wasn’t Kairon’ He realised and you shook his head. ‘Lucan’ You looked away from him. ‘Why did you tell me if it's only family that knows?’ He asked and you shrugged not wanting to look in those eyes. ‘Because I trust you and it felt wrong to have you calling em something so formal’ Bellamy put his hand on you chin and turned you to face him.

You smiled a little. ‘Y/n’ He breathed. ‘I like it’ He smiled down at you.  ‘I like you saying it, I haven’t heard it in a long time’ You breathed. ‘I will call you Y/n whenever I can’ You smiled and leaned in pressing your lips to his. You felt him tense and pulled yourself away from him. You opened your eyes and they widened. 

Bellamy reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. He pulled you back to him your lips pressing against his again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he gripped your waist. You sighed leaning into him. You had wanted to do this since you seen him. You want to press yourself against him his lips against yours. You felt his tongue run along your bottom lip.

You pushed yourself up off the rock and threw your leg over his lap straddling him. You hands slid up into his hair pulling his head back and opened your lips. His tongue teased yours at first but then began to fight for dominance. When he won he tangled his fingers in your hair and tugged a little. You gasped and you felt him smirk a little. He pulled away and pulled your head back. His lips attached to your jaw as you sighed.

His lips moved down you neck and you gripped his hair tighter. ‘Bellamy’ You breathed and he leaned back a little. ‘Y/n’ He smiled and pulled your lips back to his. You sighed contently as his tongue slipped between your lips again massaging your tongue.

You pulled away a few minutes later. ‘We should go back inside’ You pushed yourself off him. His hands landed on your hips. ‘Thank you for listening Bellamy’ You smiled and laid your hands on his biceps as he stood. ‘You’re welcome Y/n’ A smile spread across your face. ‘It’s so good to hear that again. I’m glad I told you’ You squeezed his muscles. ‘And I’m glad it was you’ He smiled and leaned down kissing you again. ‘I’ll walk you back to your room’  He breathed. ‘Thank you’ You smiled as you both turned walking back through the trees to the compound.

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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.