there are certain character pairings in media where im 100% sure theyve touched each other inappropriately but i cant prove it and it makes me bite the bars of my enclosure
Synopsis: You and Bellamy are sent on a low stakes recon mission in the winter. When he finally parks the Rover, you find he actually took you to go see the Northern Lights.
Warnings: none, fluff
Notes: It’s Day 6 of 12 days of Christmas with Bellamy!! I'm doing this challenge with my best friend @quicksilverbackshots who is doing 12 days of Buckmas (Bucky Barnes) with all the same prompts! Enjoy!
Word Count: 890
The heater you’d rigged back together wheezed loudly every mile like it was coughing itself back to life, but the warmth it pumped through the rover made the whole world outside feel even colder. Snow tapped lightly against the windows, melting in thin streaks down the glass. The sky was the washed-out gray of deep winter, and Bellamy kept glancing over at you like the sight of you bundled in three layers was funnier than it should’ve been.
“You know,” he said, one hand lazily draped over the wheel, “you could’ve put on that thicker jacket.”
“And you could’ve not dragged me out of the warmth of our bed this morning,” you shot back, bumping his shoulder. “But here we are.”
He smirked. “Recon waits for no one.”
You rolled your eyes, sinking deeper into the seat as another swirl of snow blurred across the road ahead. It felt good, though— being warm, being here, being with him. It had been weeks since you’d seen anything outside Arkadia’s walls that wasn’t work, food prep, or another damned meeting. The quiet made it feel like you were alone in your own little world.
You drove for about an hour before Bellamy slowed the rover and turned off onto a narrower trail. The engine hummed as it climbed between two tall ridges, snow deepening on either side, the world growing… quiet. Different.
You frowned. “This is the place Kane told you to check?”
Bellamy didn’t answer— at least not with words. He just parked, slipped on his gloves, and hopped out.
Suspicion narrowed your eyes. “Bellamy Blake, if you brought me to some frozen death pit—”
“C’mon,” he called, already rounding the rover. He opened your door, a small puff of warm air escaping into the cold. His hand curled around yours. “Just trust me.”
You stepped out, boots crunching softly into the powder. The wind hit your face, cold enough to sting, and you tucked your chin into your scarf.
“Is this the area we’re supposed to search?” you asked again.
“Look up,” he murmured.
So you did.
And the breath punched right out of your lungs.
The valley opened wide around you— dark, quiet, untouched— but the sky…
The sky was alive.
Ripples of green and soft violet shimmered across the night like someone had brushed color over the stars. They danced in slow waves, shifting and folding, glowing brighter with every second. You’d seen them before on the Ark, on distant monitors and too-far-away views through reinforced glass.
But from the ground…
From here…
It didn’t even feel real.
“Bellamy…” you whispered. “Holy shit.”
You felt him before you heard him— his arms sliding around your waist from behind, his chest pressing warmly to your back. He rested his chin lightly on your shoulder, then pressed a slow kiss to the top of your head.
You swallowed hard, turning your face up toward the sky again. “It’s beautiful,” you breathed. “I could stay here all night. I want to stay here all night. But we still have to—”
“We don’t have to,” he cut in casually.
You blinked, twisting in his hold so you could face him fully. “What do you mean ‘we don’t have to’? Where exactly is this recon point supposed to be?”
He hesitated for half a second.
“…About ten miles that way.” He jerked his thumb east.
You stared at him. “Ten miles? Bellamy!”
He winced— but only a little. “Before you get mad, I cleared it with Kane. Told him the terrain might slow us down. He said one extra day wouldn’t kill us.”
Your jaw dropped, but the shock melted almost instantly into something soft and warm in your chest. “You did all this… just to bring me here?”
“You’ve been climbing the walls for weeks.” His voice softened, shoulders lowering. “Figured you deserved to see something that wasn’t a hallway or a stack of duty reports.”
Emotion surged up too fast for you to stop it. You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. He hugged you immediately, like he’d been waiting for it, hands sliding up your back beneath your layers.
“I love you,” you murmured into the fabric of his jacket, the words spilling out before you even put any thought into them, you didn’t need to.
Bellamy froze for only a beat— then cupped the back of your head and kissed your forehead, slow and sure. “I love you too,” he breathed.
You pulled back just enough to see his face— the fire-warm eyes, the half-smile you’d fallen for, the aurora lights reflecting in his curls. Then you kissed him. Soft at first, then deeper when he tugged you closer, the cold long forgotten with him pressed against you.
When you finally pulled apart, breathless, he sat down in the snow and tugged you into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Few hours won’t hurt,” he murmured, eyes drifting back to the sky.
You leaned into him, tilting your head against his. “Yeah,” you whispered. “A few hours sounds perfect.”
So together—curled beneath the glowing waves of the northern lights— you sat. Just the two of you. Just the quiet. Just the sky painting itself new colors over and over again.
