I Still Get Jealous: b. blake.
Bellamy Blake x Reader. Slight!Roan x Reader
Summary: Roan teaches Y/N how to fight per her request. Bellamy doesn’t like it.
Warnings: mentions of sexy times, violence, fluff, slight OOC Bellamy. Jealous!Bellamy.
Notes: I really don’t like how I wrote Bellamy in this chapter, but *shrugs shoulders* oh well. That’s what fanfic is for I guess. Takes place in season 4.
The sound of metal clashing against metal drew Y/N’s attention from the plants she had been observing toward the center of the throne room. Roan’s footsteps moved forward, pressing against Echo’s weakened defenses, slicing a vulnerable hole through her shield, bringing the point of her sword to her neck. She threw her arms up in surrender.
Y/N felt her mouth drop open in awe.
Echo picked up her sword once more, the familiar clanging resuming as Y/N closed her book to watch the spar, task forgotten. Bellamy had refused to teach her anything regarding traditional fighting, claiming that she only needed to know how to shoot a gun.
“You’re a healer” He had said, tenderly stroking her cheek with his thumb, “Not a fighter.”
But she wanted to be.
She eyed the Ice Nation King’s body, how fluid his motions were as he made Echo surrender once more, The two grasping hands in a peaceful gesture before tossing their swords on the ground forgotten. Roan shot a curious look her way as the two Ice Nation soldiers left the room, and Y/N forced herself to turn back to the plants she had been examining, unable to focus as her gaze continued to shift to the swords carelessly strewn about the floor.
Abandoning her current task, she stood up and walked over to the center of the room, sending a careless look over her shoulder before picking up Echo’s weapon, her wrist weighed down by the traditional weapon.
She used what strength she had gathered to swing the metal back and forth, trying to imitate the moves she had seen the King use.
“You’re too stiff.” A deep voice called from behind her. She froze, dropping the sword to her side as she turned to face Roan, a blush creeping across her face.
“I’m so sorry--I was just--”
Roan chuckled from his position on the wall, striding forward to tear the sword from her grasp, swinging it once, twice, before grabbing the other one from the floor, handing it back to her.
“If you’re going to learn how to fight, you should learn properly.” Roan jested, taking a stance across from her. Y/M swallowed her nerves and tried to copy his feet, relaxing her shoulders as she drew the weapon before her, ready to try her hand.
He lunged forward, and in a flash of self-preservation, she raised her blade upward, blocking the blow as it sent her stumbling backward. Roan wasted no time before slinking forward once again, his brute strength overpowering her own. She shuffled to the side and pressed forward, trying to push him back using the blunt edge of her blade. Instead, all she succeeded in doing was opening her defenses, letting Roan sweep his foot into her stomach, pain reverberating through her stomach as she collapsed to the ground, a cough escaping her.
She flipped around to grasp the sword but found it gone from her hand. Roan stood over top of her, both swords in hand pointed directly at her throat.
Y/N swallowed and allowed the tense silence to fall over them, watching to see if Roan actually meant his promise to Skaikru when he took over for Lexa. He flipped the blade around and handed it back to her, offering his now free hand out for her to grab.
She was pulled back up, Roan growing closer to offer some more advice.
“You have spirit,” He complimented, eyes scanning her face, “But that’s not enough to win.”
Her breaths grew heavy as he walked toward the wall, placing the swords back in the armory. “Come back this time tomorrow” He instructed, a slight smile on his face, “We start training then.”
***
When she woke the next morning she could hardly contain her excitement. The bruise around her stomach still ached every time she moved, but right now it had faded into a dullness that allowed her to walk freely without straining herself.
“Are you okay?” Bellamy asked, concern washing over his face as she joined the rest of them for lunch in the mess hall.
“Yeah, I’m fine” Y/N nodded, sharing a frustrated look with the King of Azgeda before digging into her food, unaware that Bellamy had been watching the exchange.
His hand latched onto hers, surprising her. “What’s this about?” She creased her eyebrows in confusion.
Bellamy shrugged nonchalantly, “Can’t I just hold hands with my girlfriend?”
A laugh escaped her. “You can,” She allowed, flickering her gaze toward his olive skin intertwined in her fingers, “It’s just--the last time we talked you said you wanted to keep this under wraps.” She tried the unfamiliar earth expression on her tongue, trying to recall what the roots of the slang were.
Bellamy chuckled, and sent a loving gaze her way, biting his lip as he scanned her face. “I know,” He admitted, “I just-- I’m coming around to your idea.” He explained, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand.
She smiled as he leaned over to press a kiss against her cheek, catching movement from the far side of the table as Roan left the mess hall, a knowing look sent her way. She coughed and excused herself, squeezing Bellamy’s hand as she followed the king into the throne room, a cocky smile dangling from his lips.
It continued like that for several weeks.
Lunch in the mess, followed by excruciating practices and sparring sessions with Roan, who insisted on teasing her about Bellamy’s growing affections every time they met.
“He’s like a barnacle,” Roan teased, trying to distract her during their sparring session, “Just clinging onto you for dear life.”
A laughe scaped her as she pushed forward, somersaulting out of the way of the arc of his blade. “He likes physical touch.” She explained, circling the king.
Although the more she thought about it, she recalled how Bellamy’s touches had increased over the past few days. Wrapping his arms around her waist any chance he got, pressing more kisses into her cheeks, tightening his grip whenever Roan was around.
In fact, the more she thought about it, she was pretty sure he only got physical when Roan was around the couple.
Roan winked suggestively, “Oh I’m sure he does.”
“Shut up” She chuckled, biting her lip as she moved forward, swords clashing against each other before she slid through his legs and wrapped her blade around his throat. “I win.” She gloated, the King dropped his sword in surrender.
“I let you win,” Roan announced, trying to regain some pride in the defeat. She shook her head, letting him go. “You told me a great warrior accepts his defeat graciously, I suppose you’re neither great nor gracious.”
He turned around at the quip, a smirk crossing his face as the space between them grew closer, his eyes scanning up and down her face. He held out his hand in a gesture of respect and she grasped it, a wide smile on her face.
“Hey Roan have you seen--” Bellamy barrelled into the room, stopping as he caught sight of the scene unfolding before him. “--Y/N” He breathed, finishing his sentence with a scowl written on his face.
Y/N let go of Roan’s arm, dropping the sword at her side as she caught a glimpse of Bellamy’s clenched jaw, stiffened posture, and tapping foot. “I’m here, what do you need?” She gulped down her nerves, hoping he didn’t get the wrong idea. Of course she and Roan hadn’t been doing anything, but the way he had been acting did call into question what Bellamy thought about their friendship.
“Kane needs us to make a supply run.” Bellamy spoke curtly, sending a glare the King of Azgeda’s way, “Meet me outside when you’re done with...whatever this is.”
Y/N nodded, resisting the urge to run after him and tell him that it wasn’t what he thought it was. Roan interrupted her thoughts, holding out his hand, “Your boyfriend doesn’t like me much.” She handed him the sword and pulled on her jacket, following Bellamy through the halls.
“Bell, Wait!” She called, running to catch up to him, hoping to explain the situation, “Please, it wasn’t what it looked like.”
Bellamy chuckled mirthlessly, something dark flickering behind his eyes, “So that’s where you’ve been disappearing to every day?”
She nodded, ignoring the short tone in his voice as he clenched his jaw tighter. “Roan offered to teach me how to fight.” She explained, reaching over to grasp his hand in hers, “That’s all it was. I love you, you green-eyed nerd.”
A half-smile crept across his face before his lips crashed on hers, his strength pushing her against the wall in a moment of reclamation. The darkness returned to swirl around his pupils, his grip tightening around her wrists. Their bodies pressed against each other as they exchanged air, endorphins swirling as his hand pulled at her hair, eliciting a moan from the girl.
“You’re mine.” He growled, his eyes softening. “You hear me?”
She nodded, a devilish smirk on her face as she leaned in, and that night she learned just how into physical touch Bellamy Blake really was.
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