I also had a similar situation with the first girl I liked. I remember being so happy to see her and be around her, not really realizing that I LIKED her until she told me she had a bf and I felt angry with her and myself and I hated that feeling. and that’s when I really realized I liked girls as well so maybe it’s just something that you have to recognize within yourself. I hope this helped!! 😊
Description: AU where Bellamy is in love with Raven Reyes, and then they both fall for a beautiful grounder girl who really likes plants and has a heart of gold. Takes place between season two and season three. ++ FLUFF. FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF.
Word count: 3,340 WORDS.
The morning sun shone brightly over the blossoming garden of Arkadia, and Calypso was making her way through tall stalks of corn, harvesting them into a hand-woven basket she had borrowed from her mother. Calypso adored this time in the morning, purposefully getting up a little earlier than all her other workers so she could spend some alone time in the sun with the vegetation.
“Calypso, isn’t it?” A deep voice shook her from her own internal monologue, and she turned to look upon a familiar face, Marcus Kane. She knew him as a father figure to Bellamy, and a leader of the sky people. “Or do you prefer Callie?”
“Callie is fine, sir.”
“Oh please, call me Marcus.” He waved off the formal title. “You seem to have gotten much more comfortable with us. I remember when I first met you, you hid behind Bellamy.”
“I didn’t know much about skaikru outside of Bellamy and Raven,” She explained. “I’m sorry if my actions offended you—”
He shook his head, “No, no, not at all. I understood.” He let out a long sigh, running his fingers through the salt and pepper beard on his chin. “I wanted to speak to you about your relationship with the Commander, with Lexa.” Calypso turned away from him, fingers working at the corn stalk to retrieve some of its fruit. “Raven told me it was a sensitive subject,”
She paused her actions, turning her attention back to him. “Lexa made me a warrior. I have respect for her, faith in her.”
“You’d die for her.” Calypso nodded. “Callie, you have to understand…after what happened at Mount Weather, with Lexa abandoning our people—”
“She didn’t abandon your people, she saved her own.” She corrected him. “There’s a difference.” The woman sent down the basket, crossing her arms over her chest. “Marcus, do you intend to ask me if I’m going to be a threat to the safety of your people?” He bowed his head, fingers pressing against his temples. “I love Bellamy, and I love Raven. They love their people. I would never do anything to hurt them.”
“Some people think that because you’re here, and you still have allegiance to trikru and Lexa, that you might be selling secrets. You have access codes, Callie—”
“Access codes you gave me.” She reminded the man, sticking a finger in his chest. “My allegiance lies to Bellamy and Raven. As long as it does, you have nothing to worry about, Marcus.” She lifted her basket again, settling it on her hip. “And not that it’s any of your business, but Bellamy and Raven asked me to move here and I said yes.”
“Don’t get me wrong, Calypso. I am thrilled that you’re making two people who deserve happiness, extremely happy, but I have to think practically.”
Calypso stroked the leaf of the corn stalk, closing her eyes for a moment. “Your people are safe, Marcus.”
“Thank you.” He nodded. “Enjoy the rest of your day, Calypso.” His eyes lifted, glancing behind her with a nod and Calypso turned, suddenly beaming at the sight of Bellamy making his way through the thick rows of corn towards her.
“You and Kane having a chat?” He asked once the older man was far enough away. Calypso nodded. “Everything okay?”
She thought about telling him, but her tongue refused to move to form the words. Bellamy would get angry, he would amount it to Kane questioning the love Calypso had for him. There would be a confrontation. “Everything is fine, mi hodnes.” She pressed her palm to the side of his face, thumb brushing across his cheekbone. “You look well rested.”
“I am, though it was a bit tough sleeping without you. Raven’s so used to it she left a space in the middle for you.” Her hand travelled lower, pushing into his form with her fingers.
“Bellamy, you’re thinning.” She whispered, setting down her basket and lifting up her shirt. Usually, there was a thick pocket of muscle where she now found bone. It didn’t show much in his face, but she had noticed he had gotten a bit leaner.
“We had a bad month, Abby mentioned we were low on rations. I’m not important—it’s better a kid eats than me.”
Calypso pulled him down towards her, her forehead against his. “Mi hodnes, why do you think yourself expendable?” He didn’t answer her. “You still feel guilty for crimes you were forced to commit.”
“No one forced me to kill—”
“The boy that attacked you and Clarke? Yes, you were forced to defend yourself. It was a good kill. An honest kill, Bellamy.” He kept his head down and she kissed the side of it. “Wait for me by the gates, we’re going to my village.”
“I’ll grab a rover.” He offered and Calypso nodded, and then made her way out of the garden, basket in tow.
[ ~ ]
“Blake, where ya headed?”
“Callie’s village,” Bellamy answered Miller, who leaned casually up against the roll cage. “She’s got supplies she wants to hand over to Arkadia.”
“Everything okay between you three? I’ve been seein’ a lot less of her lately.”
“Yeah…she…yeah, we’re workin’ on it.” He sighed. “Things aren’t bad…we’re just stuck.”
“Come home safe, Blake.”
“Yeah, I will. Hey, Nate, I uh…I’m happy you and Bryan are back together.”
Nate paused, but nodded. “Me too.” He took a couple steps towards Bellamy. “You know I’m um, You know I’m always gonna have love for you, Bell. Always. Infinitely. But…I think we’re both…happy—happier, apart.” Bellamy fell silent, running his tongue over his lips. “Those first couple days on the ground…it was fast, and under covers and we fell in love because we were sure we were gonna die.”
“We lived, though, Nate. We lived.”
“Yeah we did. Now we to continue living—and not in that twisted state of panic where I think I’m gonna lose you at any moment.” He gripped Bellamy’s arm, forcing his gaze to his. “I love you, Bellamy. I’ll always know that, that’ll always be my truth, but I don’t deserve the devotion you give me.” He stepped forward, winding his hands into Bellamy’s hair and releasing a tender kiss upon his lips. “Go get your girl, kid, and take care of that spit fire in the metal shop. Be happy.”
“Yeah,” He nodded. Miller left his side and Bellamy climbed into the driver’s seat, heading out to pick up Calypso who was waiting patiently by the door. “Hey,” He greeted her, offering his hand to help pull her into the cab. Once she was secure, he gave her a smile. But, before they could take off again, there was a knock on the door.
“What, you gonna take off without saying goodbye, Blake?” Raven smirked, hoisting herself up on the bar to reach Bellamy’s height. “Hi, baby.” She told Calypso, which brought a deep, peachy blush to the grounder girl’s cheeks. “You headin’ off to Callie’s village?”
“I figured you were busy, but do you wanna come?”
“Well, you know I love to come.” She teased and he shook his head. “But you’re right, I am busy. I’ll see you at home tonight. Both of you, right?”
“Yes, both of us. Though it might be a bit late.” Calypso nodded, which brought a wide smile to Raven’s face. “Ai hod yu in, Raven.”
“Love you too, babe.” She hopped off the rover and offered a wave as they drove through the gates. Calypso reached over and grabbed Bellamy’s hand, holding it in her lap.
They had driven for a few more moments before Calypso squeezed his hand. “Your mind seems elsewhere,”
Bellamy nodded, eyes constantly searching the tree line for activity that could be either helpful or harmful. “I just got a lot on my mind, baby. That’s all.”
“Talk to me about it.” She requested.
He sighed, “When I came down, I came down to protect Octavia and then…she became part of the hundred. I wanted to protect them all, they were my people, y’know?” Callie nodded, “With Clarke being gone I feel like I failed them, failed her. I couldn’t make her stay.”
Her face fell and she turned her head to stare out of the window. “Did you…did you have feelings for her?”
“No, no,” he whispered. “Never, not—we weren’t like that. We’re friends. Terrible friends sometimes, but friends.” He gave a light, sad chuckle. The rover came to a slow stop outside of Callie’s small cabin and she hopped out first.
Staying at Calypso’s was something Bellamy always enjoyed, it brought him peace, brought him joy. Her home was always warm and glowing from the hearth in the center and the minute he crossed the threshold, he belonged to the silence.
“Are you hungry, my love?” Calypso asked, and he gave a shrug, “I’ll make you something.” Piles of some kind of grain and water were dumped into a pot with various vegetables before she went into her smokehouse and pulled some venison from the racks. As the smell began to fill the house, she settled herself in his lap and kissed his forehead. “You are so troubled for such a young head, Bellamy.” She whispered against his hairline, plush lips against his skin. “Eat, sleep, be calm. You deserve moments of peace in the chaos of life.”
“Peace,”
“We all deserve peace. Killers, believers, and warriors. Whether it’s time we take out in our day in life, or waiting until our death, peace finds us all eventually. Either welcome it with open arms or drown in it. Peace is as inevitable as death, Bellamy.”
He stared up at her, and she gazed into twin pools of gold, kissing the space between his dark brows. “What would I do without you?”
“I think you’d be alright, you’d have Raven.” She chuckled. “The question is, what would I do without you, Bellamy?” She brushed the tip of his nose on his. “I’d be lost.” Calypso lifted off his lap and went back to the kitchen to tend to the food.
Bellamy let silence settle between them for a long while, listening to the sound of the birds outside of the home and Callie humming to herself.
He watched her for a bit, and then spoke up: “Hey, Callie?”
“Hm?” She hummed.
“Arkadia is on its way to being settled. The grounders, they’re…cooperating to a point,” She shot him a look and he held out a hand in defense. “I mean, with Lexa and everything…Clarke being gone, we’ve got some tension.” The man explained as he removed some pieces of his guard uniform for more comfort. “But eventually, we’re gonna be okay. Things will be normal.”
“Eventually,” Calypso nodded.
“When things get normal…I was thinking, me, you and Raven, we could…be normal together.”
“What do you mean?”
“New laws are being written, but—Raven and I have talked about it. We were thinking that we’d…we’d wanna be a family,”
Calypso stopped stirring her pot, warm-toned chocolate hues moving to the man seated in the middle of her living space. “What are you saying?”
“Raven and I decided that when things get settled, we’d…we’d wanna get married.”
“Oh.” Disappointment rolled through her, and she hated that it did. “Well, um, Don carrow flaim lanai.” MAY THE FLAME BLESS YOUR UNION.
He noticed the disappointment, and backtracked, standing up and crossing the room towards her. “But that was before…before you, Cal.” He explained. “But if…if I married you, you could legally be protected by our government. You’d be a part of our people.” Her eyes met his, and a smile spread across his cranberry lips.
“Bellamy, are you asking me to marry you?” She said softly. “What about Raven?”
“We’ve discussed this, Callie. Raven knows. She doesn’t know I’m asking you now and she’ll probably be really upset with me that I did it without her—and in the middle of your kitchen—she wanted a big ol’ event.” He chuckled. “But she knows. We came to an agreement.”
“You’re asking me to marry you.” She repeated, and light sparkled in her eyes, tucking a lock of her little braids behind her ear. Then, the light faded. “Did you ask Lincoln?”
“Why would I ask Lincoln?”
“He’d ask the same question but in our culture, since he’s the last living male in my family, you have to get his blessing. The General will never allow the marriage if Lincoln hasn’t given his blessing.”
“Well, shit.” Bellamy sighed.
“Why are you upset, mi hodnes? You know he’ll say yes.”
“No, this is different, Calypso. Lincoln and I are friends, the things he’s done for Octavia I could never repay him for but…I’m marrying his—basically his baby sister. If Lincoln asked to marry Octavia I’d knock his teeth out.”
She grew confused. “But…you’re friends.”
“I’m also her older brother.” He sighed. “Marriage is different.”
Calypso placed a top onto the pot. “I have an idea.”
“And what’s that?”
“We’re taking dinner to Lincoln.”
“What makes you think he’s home?”
“He’s home.” She assured him, “Let’s go. It’ll cook in the leftover heat on the way over.” Bellamy lifted the pot off the stove and loaded it into the back of the rover, tying it down before crossing to the passenger side of the rover where Calypso was patiently waiting to be helped into the vehicle. He smiled and placed his hands on her hips, lifting her up into the cab.
It was a short ride to Lincoln’s home, but still too far to walk. The minute the rover pulled up, he came out of his home with a concerned look on his face. “Heya, brod.” Calypso greeted him. HELLO BROTHER.
“Strik won,” He nodded. “Bellamy, what brings you to my home?”
“Bellamy would like to speak to you about something.” Calypso clarified. “I brought dinner. We’ll eat. Is Octavia nearby?”
“No,” He shook his head. “She’s out hunting for Arkadia, she’ll sleep there tonight.” He smiled, “Please, come in.”
Bellamy went to the back of the cab, taking the pot out and bringing it inside. Calypso and Lincoln’s home were similar, but reflected their various interests. Lincoln’s home was a little more structured, more based on use than aesthetics. Calypso loved decorations, but her tools were simple. Lincoln directed Bellamy to set the pot over the hearth, and he let out a grunt once the heavy item was released from his grip. The guard settled in, watching Lincoln and Callie interact for a moment. They pushed each other, teased and when Lincoln pulled Callie’s hair, she cried out in frustration and smacked his arm. Bellamy chuckled.
“So,” Lincoln announced, turning and leaning against his counter top to face Bellamy. “What’s going on?” He asked, and Calypso shifted on her feet. The action caused him to change his posture. “Callie,” He began, “Laik yu kom goufa?” ARE YOU WITH CHILD?
Immediately, the girl shook her head. “No, no, it’s not—it’s not that.” The question brought up the idea once more, that Callie hadn’t given herself to Bellamy yet. Something tugged at her, and she feared that soon Bellamy would grow tired of her seemingly prudish ways.
“I’d like to uh,” Bellamy cut in. “I’d like to ask you for Calypso’s hand in marriage.”
Lincoln pushed his body off the wall and paced around the room for a moment. “Ste disha chit yu des?” IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT? He asked the petite woman before him. “Kalepso?” Her name in Tridasleng always made her focus. It rang with the accent that her mother, her father and all her family before her possessed. Now, Lincoln’s tone had changed to that of an authoritative father rather than the gentle voice of her older brother. Bellamy looked between them in confusion, the switch in language concerning him.
“Sha,” YES. She answered quietly.
“Will she still be able to come into the village?” Lincoln asked Bellamy. “If she marries you, will she still able to come home?” He demanded.
“Of course. I’ll make sure of it.” Bellamy answered. “I’d never want Callie to lose this place, it’s her home.”
“Have you met Calypso’s mother, Bellamy?”
“I um, I haven’t had the pleasure.”
“I will give you my blessing, but only after she gives you hers. Calypso marrying outside of her people will not go over well, especially considering her mother has had her eye on another boy from our village since the two were young.” He sighed. “If she says no, it’s over.”
Bellamy nodded. “Well, we’ll set up a meeting. Maybe she can come to Arkadia and we can show her how we live.”
Calypso shook her head. “No, she’ll never go to that place.” She cut in, “I’ll bring you to my village, but you need to dress in Trikru clothes.”
“Uh, okay.” Nervousness radiated off Bellamy like heat, and it made her sad to think of how much stress she was putting him under for a happy union.
“Yu laik smil?” ARE YOU ARE HAPPY? Calypso asked the older man before her. Lincoln sighed, then a smile spread across his face.
“Octavia will be angry that I knew before her.” He answered. “But yes, I am happy.” Calypso broke out into a grin and jumped into his arms, pulling him close. “I trust you are in capable hands. Bellamy will give you a good life, and later, happy, strong children.”
“They will be lucky to have an ontu like you, Lincoln.”
“Ontu?” Bellamy asked as Callie made her way towards him, wrapping an arm around his back.
“Uncle,” She translated. “Ontu Linkon.” The girl pressed a kiss to Bellamy’s jawline. “Let us eat. We’ll tell Octavia the good news after my mother gives us her blessing.”
Later, the sun had set. The smell of their dinner had faded and the leftovers placed outside for the wild dogs that lingered around Lincoln’s property. They were calm, having been around Lincoln since they were puppies. Abandoned by their mother. Calypso was in Lincoln’s arms in a hammock, sleeping after her large meal while Bellamy sipped on the grounder version of moonshine with Lincoln in silence.
Then, he broke the quiet. “How much older are you than Callie?” Bellamy asked.
“There were forty moon changes in my life before Calypso was born,” He explained. “Three years, about. I remember when she was born. She was a tough seed in her mother’s belly. Constantly kicking, like she wanted to be born running.” He chuckled, smoothing back Calypso’s hair. “A day after she was born, my mother placed her in my arms and said, you will have no brothers or sisters of your own, so the flame gave you a cousin to treat like your sister. She is very small, but a wise soul.” He sighed. “True words, I’d come to find out. She didn’t grow as fast as the other children, but she always found the best hiding places. She knew where the animals we used for meat slept. She was an excellent hunter by the time she was a youngling.”
Bellamy smiled, sipping on his drink. “The first time I saw her I felt like she was looking right into me, like I had to be careful of what I was thinking because she could see my thoughts.”
“That knowing gaze she inherited from her father,” Lincoln explained. “Some say he could find a thief just by looking at him, that his eyes could draw out a confession from a mute.” He sighed, “I am happy she has found peace with you and Raven.”
He leaned back in his chair, staring at the sleeping girl. “I think it’s the other way around. Raven and I found peace when we found her.”
