Can you do a Bellaven (bff) + Raven's injuries headcanon?
Oh, love this! Aaaand I did mostly Raven’s injuries, but I went with a little more too.
He never looked at her any different. Not once. He doesn’t look at her like a problem to be solved. He doesn’t ask her if she needs a hand, but she knows he notices her struggle. Because sometimes his protective nature will take over and he’ll slip in a; Raven, stay with the vehicle or Raven, stand back. It’ll momentarily piss her off, but then she realizes he’s watching out for her and that’s his way of doing so — without making her feel completely useless.
He keeps pace with her and it’s easy. It doesn’t seem like he’s trying or constantly looking at her leg like some do — as if that will somehow make her walk faster.
She knows he knows about the surgery Abby insists she have. She knows he’d probably do it if it was his body. But he never asks her about it and when she brings it up he always just looks at her and says, Hey, you’re you either way. It’s your call.
He’s found her on a couple bad days just sitting out near the woods — crying. Crying because of her pathetic situation, crying because of all life has done to her, crying just because she goddamn can. He says nothing. Just takes a seat and looks out into the woods. Sometimes he’ll thread pieces of grass together into a braided bracelet and tie it around her wrist. But he never says anything. Not until she does. If she opens the door he’ll gladly have that conversation, if she doesn’t he leaves it alone.
She doesn’t have to define everything with Bellamy. Because they’ve been through enough to know sometimes there are no answers and sometimes its best not to pick at scabs that haven’t fully healed.
She knows he’s angry with Clarke. She knows he puts up a brave front. She knows he’s falling apart in front of her eyes. But she knows him. Knows he’ll talk about it when he’s ready — if he’s ever ready.
Their tents are near each others’. Nightmares are common place when you’ve been through what they have. So she’s gotten used to going to his room in the middle of the night. Or him to hers. It’s never sexual — not since that one time, but that feels like another lifetime. It’s comfort it its purest form. The sad part? They both know they’re each other’s second choice. But it’s better than nothing.
Clarke came back. She states one morning over breakfast, and she knows he knows. He hasn’t stopped glancing in her direction since she walked in the mess hall. He just nods, stabbing at his food. You need to talk to her. He glares in her direction, but he knows she’s right. You need to forgive her. He counters. You need to forgive yourself. She says simply before standing up to leave the table.
You know you’re a real pain the ass. He says one night years later, rocking back on his heels. But you’re one hell of a friend.
