Request: So I had an idea. Maybe something where bellamy breaks up with the reader because he’s the bellamy in the first season that sleeps around and is an ass. Then the reader gets a new look and feels more confident because she had time to figure out who she was and bellamy realizes that he needs her in the meantime because he’s kinda nothing without her.
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader
Genre: angst (a bit of fluff too)
Tags: @bellamyblakemorley
Warnings: emotions rollercoaster, Bellamy being a BITCH (He gets better my darlings), language and idk if this would be considered cheating. Ig it is.
A/N: I might write a second part, I'm not sure tho. Past events would be written in italics.
"Bellamy?" I called him confused. I had been locked up in the Skybox a couple of weeks now. Since Bellamy, my boyfriend, had told me about Octavia and how gilty he felt for not being able to protect her, I had decided to steal something for the guards to lock me up with her.
It had been a stupid idea, but I couldn't see the boy I loved suffering like that. The plan was trying to get Octavia out of the Skybox somehow. I had to try, for Bellamy.
However, it didn't work and I ended up locked up forever. I didn't know what I was thinking, it was the skybox after all. And if we would have made it out of there, where would we have gone? They would have eventually caught us.
Just when I turned eighteen, they got us in a dropship and they send us to the ground. We were all prisoners, criminals, delinquents, and we were all under eighteen, well, except from me and a couple of boys that had eighteen too. The point was that Bellamy was way older, and when I saw him, I didn't understand why was he down here with us.
But when Octavia left my side to hug him, I got it. He had come for us. I smiled widely, and I walked closer to him. "Bell!" I repeated, hugging him tightly. "God, I've missed you so much..." I mumbled against his shoulder.
"Y/n" he whispered hugging me back. For a brief instant, it felt right. But then I noticed it. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. I pulled away, frowning.
"how did you get here?" I asked quietly. He hesitated before grinning at me "why you ask, baby girl?" I frowned. He had never called me that before.
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I guess the first couple of days were the worst, because I didn't really know what was happening, or at least I didn't want to believe my eyes. Bellamy wasn't Bellamy anymore. He was... Well, he was an asshole.
So I guess I saw it coming when he said it.
"but... W-why can I go to hunt with you?" I asked following him. Clarke had told me. Finn had told me. Jasper had told me. Fuck, even Octavia had told me to stay away from Bellamy. That he wasn't good for me, that he was destroying me.
"Y/n, stay in the fucking camp, you're not coming." Bellamy growled in anger. I tugged his shirt softly. It was the third day in the camp, but I knew he had been sleeping with 2 girls by now.
"Why are you doing this, Bell?" I muttered with tears in my eyes, but also with a soft smile. "I-I love you." I knew he wasn't going to hunt, I knew where he was heading.
He sighed frustrated, rolling his eyes at my statement. "C'mon, Y/n. You're eighteen. You don't know shit about love, and you don't know shit about me." he stated, and my hands quickly left his shirt.
I looked down, my lips trembling and those tears in my eyes finally falling. "B-but... I... I love you."
He let out a humorless, dry laugh and shook his head. "well, then you should know that I don't love you. I never did, honestly. I just liked you. But that changed when you got locked."
I stood there paralyzed. I wanted to say something. I wanted to do something. Maybe say that I didn't love him anymore. Maybe say that he was breaking me apart. Maybe slap him. Maybe storm out of there.
I just couldn't. I only nodded, still looking down. For a moment I thought he pitied me, but soon I realized he was getting impatient for me to get in the camp again. So did I.
I would have never known that would be the last time I talked with him.
"Earth calling Y/n?" Clarke shook her hands in front of my face. "What are you thinking of? I was telling you something important" she said slightly upset.
"I'm listening, blondie." I teased grinning as she rolled her eyes. "you said Abby wanted to talk to me." I repeated her words, getting up from the chair where I've been sitting whilst looking at my new hairstyle. I've decided to cut it myself, even though Raven had offered herself to do it. It was... Different. But somehow, I felt myself.
Since Bellamy left me, a lot had changed. With me, with Octavia, with the camp, and with Bellamy too, I guess. I never talked to him again, so I wasn't sure about it.
Octavia and I had surprisingly grown even closer and now I was practically like her older sister. About the camp, well people started to listen to Clarke, since I helped her to understand Bellamy's behavior to overcome his charisma. He was leading us to death and I couldn't allow it.
I made new friends, and I grew smarter, stronger. It was like Bellamy had been making me blind about the others, and more important, about myself.
Now that the Ark was down here, I had to change again to be useful enough for Abby to have me in command. Of course She and Kane were over me, but they needed me to take important decisions.
I was walking towards Abby's infirmary when I bumped into someone. Even though that someone was taller, and probably stronger, fell to the ground. "God, sorry. Wait let me..." my voice trailer off when I saw Bellamy trying to get up.
"Y/n?" he asked hesitant. For some reason he had his voice hoarse and tears in his eyes. Also he sounded quite drunk. "you... You talked to me?" he didn't wait for my answer. He just got up helped by my arms and hugged me.
Bellamy's tears started to pool my shoulder, whilst my arms wrapped hesitant around his shoulders. Should I pushed him away? Did I want to do it? I wasn't sure what I wanted but I was sure it wasn't a good idea to push him away. "Bellamy..."
In that moment Clarke got out of my tent, surprised by what was happening. "Y/n is... Is everything okay?" she whispered like Bellamy couldn't hear us.
"Please please please, don't go again... Please I-I... I'm sorry Y/n please, I'm s-sorry." Bellamy started to mumble anxious against my shoulder. "Please I'm sorry, please" he tightened the grip, crying even harder, making Clarke expression softer.
"Hey calm down, okay? I'm not going anywhere." the words slipped out of my mouth without me realizing what I was saying. Then I looked at Clarke and whispered "Tell Abby I can't go now. Where's Bellamy's tent?" she signaled me a tent near the Ark structure and I nodded.
"I need you... I'm... I'm sorry, I-I'm nothing without you." he mumbled as I shifted slightly for us to be able to walk towards his tent. I could tell he was a mess, but he seemed to want to tell me. "I'm lost Y/n. I-I know you owe me nothing and I owe you everything b-but... I'm just lost without you."
I rubbed his back reassuring him as we entered in his tent. I didn't say a word until he was laid in his bed, looking at me. "You hurt me. I really thought you loved me." I muttered.
"I... I thought I didn't. Turns out I was the one who didn't know what love was" he replied, tears still streaming down his face. I sighed and pursing my lips, I extended a hand, wiping his tears away. "Iloveyou." the words came out of his mouth quietly and fast.
I sighed and let myself lay down besides him, caressing his hair like I used to. I knew he wasn't lying. He was truthful, I could see regret, shame, sadness in his eyes. "Bell-"
"I-It's fine. I understand you don't love me anymore, b-but" he closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. "C-could you stay? Just tonight, please." I just hesitated a second, but it was enough for him to take back his words. "Sorry... I know- I know it's too much. Sorry."
I sighed and I moved slightly closer to him, cursing myself. "Sleep. I'll stay for tonight." he shut his eyes harsher as more tears escaped from his eyelids. "Don't cry Bell, I'm here. Just sleep." I murmured, pulling him closer in a hug. He hugged me back, his breathing slowly coming back to normal.
Request: The 100 Bellamy Blake imagine but about his twin sister? So there is Bell, the reader and Octavia.
A/N: this one is SUPER LONG because i had so much fun writing it! I’m definitely not done with the Blake Twins yet. lemme know what you’d like to see from them in any future parts :))
Word count: 5,360
“We know the rules: one child per family.” Marcus Kane said as he furrowed his brow in concentration. He eyed the members of the table. Abby Griffin was staring at the table, avoiding eye contact with Kane. He knew how she felt on the subject, but still sought her validation for some reason. Chancellor Jaha was stroking his chin, deep in concentration. The other council members stared at Kane blankly, for no one knew what to say in this situation.
“But what do we do when the family has twins?” Jaha asked.
Aurora Blake, a seamstress on the Ark, had become pregnant by a guard. The doctors in her sector had said she was having one child, but as she went into labor, she ended up having twins: a boy named Bellamy and a girl named Y/n. The Ark had reached an impasse. On one hand, Aurora had no way of controlling having twins, but on the other hand, those were the Ark’s rules. And the rules said one child per family.
“She didn’t choose to have twins. The fact that this is our first case of twins is a miracle,” Abby replied, “We can’t float the mother and kill one of the babies because of something they can’t control.”
Jaha was obviously thinking about the situation. Abby was right; how the Ark still didn’t have any protocols for dealing with twins was a mystery. He sat right up in his seat, as if the wheels turning in his head came to a halt.
“The mother and father aren’t together, correct?” Jaha asked.
Kane’s eyebrows furrowed even more as he shuffled through some papers laid out on the table. “Um, no. She’s a seamstress in sector five and the father- uh, Jonathan- is a guard in sector one.”
“So how’d they me-” One of the council members began, but Jaha cut him off.
“What if we give one of the babies to Aurora, and the other to Jonathan?”
Abby sat forward in her seat, intrigued by the idea. Kane cleared his throat. He was unconvinced by this plan. Jaha sensed his uncertainty.
“The parents aren’t together. They live in different sectors. Neither of them had kids previously. We can change Jonathan’s schedule so he never sees Aurora and the other child.”
“You want to separate the twins?” Kane questioned.
“Better than killing one of them.” Abby responded. Jaha eyed the members of the council for reassurance.
“All in favor, raise your hand.”
The vote to separate the twins was almost unanimous, with Kane being the only one to vote against it. With a random drawing, it was decided that the girl, Y/n, would go to her father, and Bellamy would go to his mother. They would live their lives without knowing each other. Aurora and Jonathan were sworn to secrecy about the twins. They would grow up to be completely different people, living completely different lives. The Ark then put rules in place for any other cases of twins- both where the parents are together and where they are separated.
Y/n sat on the couch, watching a taped hockey game from the good old days of Earth. She was working on homework for her chemical engineering class when the front door opened with a bang. Y/n jumped up from her seat with a start to watch her dad stumble into the living room. Y/n didn’t even have to look him in the eye to know he was drunk.
Y/n’s dad, for lack of a better word, was a piece of shit. He was a guard on the Ark that abused his position to help himself. He used it to cheat the system and break the rules that he was supposed to uphold. He was drunk the majority of the time, and when he wasn’t drunk, he was yelling at Y/n for stuff she had no control over- like her mother’s death.
Y/n heard the story so many times that she could recite it in her sleep. Her mom, a seamstress, was a wonderful and kind woman who loved Jonathan. They weren’t married, but she got pregnant with Y/n. They were so excited to have a child, but her mom unfortunately died during childbirth. Since that day, all the love Y/n’s father felt for her mother was replaced by resentment toward Y/n.
“Oh look, it’s my good-for-nothing daughter.” Her dad slurred as he nearly tripped over the dining table.
“Oh look, it’s my piece of shit father. What’d you do today? Ruin some more lives?” She sat back down on the couch and picked up her homework.
“No, but I can ruin yours.”
She rolled her eyes. He really needed better comebacks. “You already have.” She mumbled under her breath. The only thing keeping her sane was the promise of moving when she passed her engineering test. She would move to the science station with her best friend, Raven Reyes. Her dad didn’t have clearance in the science station, and so she’d be truly free of him. All she had to do was pass that test, but she had Raven to help her study.
“What was that?” He said, the tone taking an almost demonic turn.
She shook her head. “Nothing, Dad. Go to bed.”
He stomped over to her and stood in front of the TV. “No, you don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m the parent, you’re the child.” Y/n looked up from her homework and into her dad’s red face. It was starting to turn redder as his rage progressed.
From there, hell seemed to unleash in their tiny apartment. So much happened at once that Y/n wasn’t completely sure how it all happened. She remembered her father’s fist colliding with her face, she remembered falling to the ground, and she remembered grabbing a knife off the coffee table. She didn’t, though, remember driving the knife into his leg, and her dad falling on top of her, hitting her over and over until she lost consciousness.
She woke up from her dream with a start. Sweat rolled down her forehead and she felt cold chills ravish through her body. She eyed the cell round her. She was safe. She was in her cell in the prison station. She had to remind herself that her dad was dead and that she was safe.
After the attack happened, Y/n woke up in the medical station, attached to an IV and her hands cuffed to the bed. Dr. Abby Griffin informed her that her dad was floated for child abuse and for stealing all of the supplies they found in the Y/L/n residency. After her bruises recovered, Y/n was thrown into Prison Station for keeping her dad’s theft and abuse of power a secret. She frequently had nightmares about her dad and that night. She had never seen something so hellish inside of a person before. She hated to admit it, but she was glad her dad was dead. She hated that all of her dreams of becoming an engineer were shattered, but at least that monster couldn’t torment her anymore.
Bellamy watched as they dragged his little sister away. They were on their way to throw her into Prison Station, and there was nothing he could do but watch. His mother cried at his side. The guards were very cruel in that they made Aurora watch as they dragged Octavia away before they took Aurora to the floating chambers.
“Bellamy, there’s something I need to tell you before I go.” His mother started. Her voice cracked as she spoke and tears continued to fall from her eyes. Bellamy felt himself tear up as well. She hesitated as she looked at her only son. Her heart hurt at the thought of leaving him and Octavia behind. She took his hands in hers and thumbed the rough skin gently.
“Bell- you have another sister.” She began, but the guards in the room heard her. She had broken her oath to Chancellor Jaha. They grabbed her by the waist and started to drag her out. “She’s your twin, Bell. Her name is Y/n. Find her and take care of her please. Please, Bell, do that for me!”
Bellamy could barely comprehend what his mother was saying. His mind was going at a million miles per minute. His sister was in jail, her mom was about to be floated, and he has a twin. He didn’t know what to do or say, so all he did was pull his mother into one last hug before she was carted away to her death.
From that day forward, he was determined to figure out who this Y/n was and what had happened to her. If his mom was telling the truth, why were they separated? Why did he not know?
The door to the Sky Box opened as the harrowing faces of the delinquents were brought in and strapped into seats that lined the walls. Y/n eyed all the people around her suspiciously. To her right was a kid with sunken cheeks and youthful eyes. Y/n had only ever talked to him once, but his name was Jasper, and he was nice. To her left sat Finn Collins, her best friend’s boyfriend.
“I wonder what’s going on.” He whispered.
“They’re sending us to the ground.” Y/n responded emotionlessly. She fidgeted with her hands.
Finn stared at her, his eyes wide. “Why would you say that?”
She shrugged, “Why else would they chip all of us and strap us into seats with these seatbelts?”
The door opened again and a girl with long brown hair, a beautiful face, and oddly familiar eyes entered the room. She was thrown into a seat roughly as a hush fell over the room. Every pair of eyes landed on her, but she paid particular attention to Y/n. They shared the same expression; they looked so much alike it was almost uncanny.
“That’s the floorboard girl.” Y/n heard Jasper say to his friend Monty.
“Floorboard girl?” Y/n continued to stare.
“Yeah, her mom already had a kid. His name’s Bellamy, I think. Anyways, her mom hid her under the floorboards so no one would find out she existed.”
Y/n didn’t know why she had never heard about ‘floorboard girl’ before. She didn’t have much time to dwell on it though, for Chancellor Jaha’s smug face appeared on every screen in the vicinity, informing them that Y/n was right. They were going to the ground.
A few weeks had passed, and the ground was beginning to lose its appeal. They had no food, no water, little shelter, and no leadership. Everything was a mess, but they weren’t going to let that stop them from having a good time. In those two days, everyone was partying and having a good time, as if they weren’t on the ground. As if they weren’t susceptible to death every waking second. But Y/n knew they needed to get supplies from Mount Weather, or they were all going to die soon.
During those weeks, Y/n mostly stuck with Finn, who had completely seemed to forget his life on the Ark. He flirted heavily with Clarke Griffin, Dr. Griffin’s daughter, despite having a girlfriend back on the Ark. She had become friends with Jasper and Monty too, but they liked to hang out with Clarke a lot too. Y/n didn’t mind Clarke, but she wanted to get to know Octavia more. Octavia was so popular and liked that she never seemed to be alone, though. She was always with someone that Y/n didn’t quite know. She knew his name was Bellamy and that every girl had a crush on him, but she had never seen him. Y/n watched them interact as she tried to fix the radio back to the Ark.
Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew Octavia and Bellamy, despite never having met them before. They both looked the same (obviously), but they also weirdly had similar features to Y/n. They both had the same eyes as her. Aside from physical similarities, especially between Y/n and Bellamy, she felt a strange and invisible connection tying them together. It was almost like that connection one has to their siblings; it’s invisible and intangible, but real.
Bellamy could feel Y/n’s eyes watching them. “Who’s that girl over there?”
“The one who keeps staring?” Octavia sarcastically said, not looking up from her work, “I don’t know much about her. Her name’s Y/n though.”
Bellamy’s blood ran cold. His mind immediately flooded back to the memories of the day his mom was floated. “Wait, Y/n?”
Octavia shrugged and rolled her eyes, “That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Octavia looked up at her brother, who had gone rigid. Bellamy felt his stomach turn and his throat close. Was this the girl his mom as talking about?
“Bell, what’s wrong?” Octavia asked. She reached out for her brother’s arm and squeezed. His eyes shone with unshed tears at the memory of that day. The ghost of his mom’s screams filled his ears, and the words she spoke felt etched on his skin. ‘She’s your twin’.
He clenched and unclenched his jaw as he spoke, “O…after you were taking to Prison Station and before Mom got floated, she told me something.” He glanced over at Y/n, who was now focused on the radio in front of her. “I have a twin.”
Octavia dropped the materials in her hands and stared at her brother with her mouth agape. “Wait, what? Are you shitting me?”
“The Ark’s rules say one child per family. I think they gave me to Mom, and Y/n, if that’s her,” He motioned to her, “went with my dad.”
Octavia bit the end of her thumb nervously as she thought. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Octavia whispered.
“She told me after you were imprisoned. When we came to the ground, I never thought I’d have a chance of potentially seeing her…if that is her, so it never occurred to me to tell you. I mean, I’ve never heard of anyone named Y/n, and you have to admit she looks a lot like us.”
They sat in silence for a second. Octavia knew Bellamy was trying to absorb what was going on, and Octavia’s mind was ruminating over this new information. She did look a lot like both of them. Octavia remembered the first time she saw Y/n, and how her first thought was how the resemblance was uncanny. Better yet, if this was her, that meant Bellamy had a twin, and she had a sister.
“Well go talk to her.” Octavia prodded.
“What no! What would I even say? Hey, I’m your twin brother. We didn’t know about each other because the Ark made our parents split up and never talk about us.”
“Yes Bellamy, go up to her and say exactly that.” Octavia rolled her eyes, “No, go up to her and talk to her like she’s a normal human being.”
Bellamy ran his hands through his hair. He fidgeted with the sleeves on his jacket before taking a deep breath and moving toward Y/n. He walked up to her and she stared up at him. He felt like he was looking in a mirror. Her eyes were the same hardened brown, her skin olive, and her hair fell past her shoulders in chocolate curls. She was petite (like Octavia, Bellamy thought) and muscular. If he didn’t think she was his sister, he’d even say she was attractive. He was staring down at her when he realized he had no idea what to say to her.
Y/n could sense his hesitation. She was feeling the same nervousness as he was, and they both could feel it. She cleared her throat, “Uh, can I help you?”
Bellamy coughed into his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. He avoided eye contact with her. “Um, I uh…we were uh-,” He stammered. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he form sentences?
“You’re Bellamy, right?” Y/n asked, helping this poor guy out. He was so nervous for some reason, Y/n noticed. She thought it was kind of sweet; the big bad leader couldn’t even talk to her.
He nodded, and she stuck her hand out for him to shake. He took it and grasped it in a tight grip. Something about the touch felt electric; it was shocking, but Y/n and Bellamy couldn’t seem to pull away.
“Can I ask you something kind of crazy?” She started. Bellamy chuckled and nodded, “I’m sorry, I know this is really weird, but I feel like I know you from somewhere.” She shook her head as she spoke. As the words escaped her lips, she realized how dumb they sounded.
“Actually, I was just thinking the same thing.” Bellamy replied. He didn’t want to come right out and say that they might be related, because what if he had the wrong person? He couldn’t have the wrong person though; she looked just like him. She smiled like he did, her eyes shone like his did, and she even scratched the back of her neck nervously like he did.
“What sector are- were- you from?” She asked.
“Five, what about you?”
“One.”
“Oh, you’re a high born.” He joked. He always had a problem with people from sector one. After all, guards from sector one were the reason his mom got floated.
“My dad was a guard who got floated for child abuse and for stealing stuff from people from other sectors. So ‘high born’ is a bit of a stretch.” Y/n responded coyly. Bellamy raised an eyebrow and his heart sank. She just admitted that her dad, (their dad?), abused her. “But that doesn’t explain why I would know you. Different sectors…hmm… what was your profession?”
“I was a guard in training until my sister got captured and my mom floated...then I was a janitor.” He responded, staring at his hands. Y/n smiled sheepishly. They both came from messed up backgrounds. But that still didn’t explain why she felt like she knew him.
“I was an engineer, so unless you trained in sector one, we would have never met.”
“At least we’re meeting now.” Bellamy chuckled. Y/n smiled and nodded in agreement. Despite the obvious nervous air, they both talked to each other so casually- like Y/n would if she were talking to Finn or Raven.
But then Bellamy began to panic. Every part of his body wanted to come right out and say that they were twins that were separated at birth, but a very miniscule part of him wanted him to keep his mouth shut. He took the seat next to her.
“Maybe it’s because we look a lot alike?” Bellamy prompted after a moment of comfortable silence. Y/n examined him more. They did look so much a like it was uncanny. Y/n remembered reading somewhere about doppelgangers, but this felt different. This wasn’t just coincidentally similar characteristics; it ran deeper than that, but Y/n couldn’t explain it.
“I’m really glad you think that too. I was gonna say that but didn’t want to sound weird.”
They sat in silence for a second as they both thought of what to say next. Y/n wanted to ask him a million questions at once, and Bellamy was trying to come up with a good way of telling her the truth.
“Okay, I’m gonna say something that’s going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but I need you to trust me.” He started. Y/n felt her anxiety increase exponentially as Bellamy began to act more serious. Bellamy leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. He used his hands as he talked. “When my mom was floated for having a second child,” he motioned over to Octavia, “she told me something. Something that she was never supposed to tell me, but she was about to die, so she told me anyways.”
“Bellamy, why-” Y/n started, but Bellamy continued over her.
“She told me I have a twin sister…named Y/n.”
Y/n couldn’t help but laugh. “Bellamy, that’s ridiculous. You out of all people know the Ark’s rules. One child.”
“Yeah, but what happens when it’s one pregnancy and two kids?” Bellamy insisted. Y/n had to admit, she had never heard of the Ark’s rules in relationship to twins. That still didn’t mean what Bellamy said was true.
“My mom always told me that my dad was a guard from sector one that had a family of his own. That’s why he left.”
What his mom had told him, if they were twins, wouldn’t have been a complete lie. Her dad was a guard who had his own family, technically. She thought back to the story her dad would tell her: her mom was a seamstress who died during childbirth. “What did your mom do for a living?” Y/n asked.
“She was a seamstress.”
Y/n’s never felt her entire world stop spinning before, but she imagined that it felt a lot like this moment. What he was saying sounded ridiculous, but Y/n knew he wouldn’t be saying it unless he was being serious, and too much of his story was adding up for it to all be happenstance. She stared at him, her mouth agape. Her insides ran cold.
“My dad always said my mom was a seamstress who died during childbirth. He blamed me for her death.”
Bellamy’s heart was starting to race. “This can’t all be coincidence Y/n,” Bellamy whispered, “The Ark didn’t have that many seamstresses from sector five that had a child with a guard from sector one.”
Y/n was becoming frustrated. Not at Bellamy, but because she was confused. If what Bellamy was saying was true, why did she get stuck with her dad? Why weren’t they allowed to meet? Who decided their fates for them?
Y/n sat up straight and moved to pull her left sleeve up to expose her wrist. “I read in my biology class that twins have shared characteristics that only they share, like birthmarks or freckle patterns.” She held her wrist out for Bellamy; on the inside was a crescent shaped birthmark. “My dad used to call me ‘moon child’ because of how unique this birthmark was.”
Bellamy’s breath hitched in his throat. He pulled up the sleeve on his right arm to show the practically identical birthmark on his right wrist. They stared at each other in amazement.
“Still think this is all a crazy coincidence?” Bellamy asked.
Y/n stared into his eyes. She didn’t know what to say or do next. She wanted to believe Bellamy, but she couldn’t chalk all of this up to the way things appeared to be. She needed proof, genetic proof. That was something they couldn’t get on the ground. Y/n stood up and began to pace back and forth.
“What are you thinking?” Bellamy questioned, hoping to get her to stop pacing. Without responding to him, Y/n moved to take off in the opposite direction, toward the drop ship. Bellamy jumped up from his spot and went to follow her. He passed by Octavia, who began to ask him what was going on, but he just shrugged and continued walking.
Inside the drop ship, Bellamy saw Y/n run up the ladder that led to the second floor. He quickly trailed her up the ladder. “Y/n, what’s going on?”
“Monty, have you gotten communication back with the Ark?” She practically yelled to her friend. He nervously nodded yes. “Good because they’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”
Without further questions, Monty moved from his spot to the video camera that he had rigged. He tapped a few buttons, moved a few things around, and began making the call to the Ark. “Do you want me to stay?” He asked. While he had a thousand things running through his head, he wanted to make sure she was okay more than anything.
“No that’s okay,” She stared into his concerned eyes, “I’ll explain later.”
Monty rose from his seat and exited the drop ship. Bellamy closed the latch behind him. Whatever Y/n was doing, he knew she needed to do it in private. “Will you explain to me what you’re doing now?”
“I need real proof. The only way we’re gonna get that is through Jaha.”
Jaha’s stoic, annoyingly optimistic face appeared on the big screen. Y/n felt Bellamy go rigid next to her, but she didn’t know why. She shook it off, though. Behind Jaha were Abby Griffin and Marcus Kane, who both looked anxiously into the screen. Y/n knew they were hoping to see Clarke, not the daughter of a child abuser and son of a woman who hid a child under her floorboard.
“Y/n Y/L/n, Bellamy Blake,” Jaha greeted, “Not the faces we were expecting to see.”
“I don’t want to be here just as much as you don’t want me to be here,” Y/n replied.
“How are things going on the ground?” Abby asked.
Y/n explained in as little detail as possible all the things that had been happening on the ground from the Grounders to their failed attempt to find Mount Weather. Y/n started to bounce her leg anxiously. “But that’s not why I’m- we’re- calling.”
“Oh?” Jaha said, sitting up in his seat a little straighter.
“What are the Ark’s rules about twins?” Y/n asked bluntly. She had no time to waste on pleasantries and small talk anymore. The three council members traded an uneasy glance. “After we’re finished here, I’ll answer whatever questions you have about the ground in depth. But first, I need you all to answer my questions.”
Jaha felt a shock swim through his body. He realized why her face was so familiar, and he hated that he had honestly forgot about Y/n and Bellamy, the twins separated at birth. He had also completely forgotten that they were on the ground together. Jaha sat forward and crossed his hands on the table in front of him. “Y/n,” He began.
“What are the Ark’s rules about twins?” She restated. She wasn’t messing around, and it honestly made Bellamy feel proud. If this was his sister, at least she was a total badass.
“In the event that the parents are together, at a random draw, one of the children would be put up for adoption.”
“What about when the parents aren’t together?”
“In the event-” Jaha started.
“Jaha, she doesn’t want to know about the Ark’s rules.” Kane said, cutting the chancellor off.
Y/n reached up to wipe a rogue tear off her face. She tried to do it fast enough so Bellamy wouldn’t see it. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder as she spoke, “Kane, you’re right. I don’t want to know about the Ark rules. I want to know the truth about my family.”
Jaha sent Abby to get Y/n and Bellamy’s birth records. He sent Kane to handle something that Y/n didn’t quite catch, but it appeared that Jaha just didn’t want him in the room. When the coast was clear, Jaha began to open up about everything. “When Aurora Blake became pregnant, the doctor said she was only having one child, but fifteen minutes after Bellamy was born, Y/n was born too. We didn’t know what to do. We couldn’t kill the mother and one of the children for a biological mishap…” Bellamy sat on the chair next to Y/n, his heart heavy at the news. They both only partially listened to Jaha explain how Y/n was picked to stay with the father and how the council members made the parents keep their existences a secret from one another.
“I know what we did to you both seems unfair, but it was the only solution we could think of that kept both of you alive.” Jaha concluded. Y/n felt a rage boiling inside her that she hadn’t felt since the night her dad nearly beat her to death. She wanted to scream, cry, punch, anything to make Jaha feel the pain she was feeling right now.
“Jaha, what you did to us is more than just unfair. I don’t think you know what it’s like to not know where you come from, to not know who your mother is, to feel like a part of you is missing your entire life only to find out it’s because you have a twin that you didn’t know about.” Y/n’s voice began to crack as she held back tears, “I don’t think you’ll ever be able to imagine the feeling of finding out that the only reason you lived with an abuser was because you got the short stick. You didn’t just keep Bellamy and I away from each other, you rewrote our fates. You forced us into our situations.” Y/n was fuming, and Bellamy couldn’t blame her. He felt a rage within him that he had never felt before. But he also felt a sense of relief; that the part of him that was missing this whole time now had the capability to be fulfilled. They couldn’t change the past, but at least they had each other now.
“I don’t understand your pain, and I never will,” Jaha said. Y/n noticed a tear roll down his cheek. She had almost completely forgotten about his son Wells, who died just a few weeks after being on the ground. All this talk of children was probably bringing all of those memories back. “I cannot fix what the council decided that day. All I can do is hope that since you both have found each other, you can find some peace within your past.”
With that, Jaha told Y/n to call back tomorrow so Jaha could ask her all of their questions, but he wanted to give Y/n and Bellamy some time to process what had happened. Jaha signed off, leaving Y/n and Bellamy to the silence of the drop ship. Bellamy stood up from his seat and began pacing. Y/n sat frozen in her spot. She looked up at Bellamy, at her brother and began to cry. It wasn’t violent, but it was emotional and raw. Every emotion she suppressed because of her father came back to the surface, and it hurt.
The latch of the drop ship opened as Finn poked his head through. “Hey Y/n-”
“Not now Finn!” Bellamy and Y/n yelled at the same time. They traded each other a fierce glance. Was this their life now? Doing the stereotypical things twins do? Finn held his hands up in surrender and disappeared almost as fast as he appeared.
After Finn left, the only sound was of Y/n’s muffled cries and Bellamy’s stifled tears. He didn’t want to cry, but his emotions were overwhelming. He didn’t know if he wanted to hug Y/n, run away, or just continue to sit in the, what was becoming unbearable, silence. He moved over to Y/n’s side, took a seat, and took her shaking hand in his hands. He stroked the back of her palm gently.
“How are you not freaking out about this?” Y/n whispered to Bellamy, who had yet to shed a visible tear. She used her other hand to wipe some tears from her eyes.
“Trust me, I am. I’m just not as good at showing it.”
She let one more tear roll down her face before she forced herself to stop crying. “What do we do now, twin?”
Bellamy hummed like he was thinking. “What’s your favorite movie?”
Y/n laughed and shook her head, “Um, well, I’m a sucker for the Harry Potter movies.”
Bellamy chuckled and smiled widely. “Don’t tell anyone, but me too.”
They sat like that for what felt like hours; they talked about anything and everything from their favorite foods to what their opinions were on Clarke as a leader. They knew that they would have to eventually face the real world and tell the others the news, especially Octavia, but they wanted to live in this moment. They wanted to experience this by themselves, since it was robbed from them as children.
“Oh god…” Y/n murmured.
“What?”
“We’re gonna have to tell Finn. He’s gonna lose his shit…”
requested by anon ; Hi, I would like to request a bellamy x reader image in which the reader gets kidnapped by grounders. you can choose what is happening. thx! ^^ ; i hope you like it! since i’m not really sure about it haha!
When the night falls over Arkadia, everybody is immediately on their last nerve. Or that’s how it seems. [Y/N] hated to be on night watch, but unfortunately she had to from time to time.
‘You on night watch tonight?’ Bellamy asked her, when she walked past him in the hall.
‘Yeah, how do you know?’ [Y/N] frowned.
‘I see how nervous you get,’ he smiled. ‘It will be okay.’
‘Yeah, you’re not the one that has to stand there in the dark while you can get hit by an arrow any second. I seriously don’t get how we ever made an agreement with those grounders.’ She sighed, softly shaking her head.
[Y/N] didn’t really liked the grounders. They had killed her best friend in the first week they had landed on Earth, and she had loathed them ever since.
‘[Y/N], relax,’ Bellamy smiled again, softly placing his hand on her shoulder. ‘You won’t be alone. How about I join you tonight?’
‘You really don’t have to …’ [Y/N] started, but she didn’t want to say no.
‘I know I don’t, but I’ll be there, okay?’ Bellamy gave her one last smile and then walked away again.
[Y/N] took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a second and then started to walk again, too.
The dark surrounded [Y/N], while she held her gun close to her body, ready to shoot at any movement in the woods.
‘You’re so tense,’ Bellamy laughed, making [Y/N] jump up and aim the gun at him. But as soon as she saw it was him, she relaxed.
‘Sorry,’ she mumbled. ‘It’s just, I don’t want the same to happen to me like …’ She didn’t had to finish that sentence, because Bellamy knew what she meant.
‘I know,’ he whispered. ‘But it won’t, I promise. We can defense ourselves so much better now. We have guns, a wall, trained soldiers here with us.’
‘We do, but still …’ she sighed, and looked at the forest. ‘Did you see that?’ She quickly turned back around to Bellamy.
He looked behind her into the forest, but shook his head.
‘No, there’s nothing there.’
‘There is!’ She fired back, looking again. She swore she had seen a movement in the dark bushes. She held up her gun, ready to fire, but Bellamy stopped her.
‘Don’t fire if you don’t have to,’ he warned her. [Y/N] lowered her gun, still standing by her statement that she had seen something.
She was so sure, that she started to climb down the watch tower, so she could check for herself.
‘[Y/N], what are you doing?’ Bellamy whispered-shouted from up the watch tower. But she ignored him and kept on going towards the gate, where she was greeted by another guard. As soon as she reached for the gate, the guard stopped her.
‘What are you doing?’ He asked, firmly holding her wrist.
‘I saw something,’ [Y/N] said. ‘Someone’s out there, watching us.’
‘Then why didn’t any of the other guards say anything?’ He didn’t believe her, he made that clear by asking that question.
‘I don’t know!’ [Y/N] sighed in frustration. Just let me through so I can check for myself.’
‘I can’t let you through, you know that,’ the guard said back, shaking his head.
‘Just let her through, I’ll go with her,’ Bellamy said from behind them. [Y/N] refused to turn around and look at him, but kept eyeing the guard, who eventually gave in and opened up the gate. [Y/N] immediately walked out, her gun ready, while carefully scanning the area.
‘There’s nothing here, [Y/N]. Let’s just go back, c’mon.’
[Y/N] sighed, looked one last time and then turned around.
But that’s where she made a mistake. Well, maybe her first mistake had been going outside the gate.
Before she could yell or defend herself in anyway, someone grabbed her from behind, covering up her mouth, and pulling her arms back. She was pulled into the dark night, and the last thing she saw was Bellamy desperately trying to grab her, before he was pulled back by the guard at the gate.
It was a nightmare, being locked up in a dark hole, having no clue if it was day or night, how many hours, maybe even days had passed. She didn’t see anyone, had no idea where she was, what they wanted and even who took her. She wished she had listened to Bellamy, had said, ‘you’re right’, and who would’ve known what would have happened.
[Y/N] was on the edge of dehydration, and it felt like her stomach was glued to her back. How long had she been in here? Every time she opened her eyes again, she felt worse and worse, and was starting to fear that if she would close them again, it would be for the last time.
And right at the moment that she had lost all hope of her friends ever finding her, the door opened up, voices filling the room, her chains loosening up. She was pulled up, given a cup of water that she eagerly drank. But still her mind was fuzzy.
‘You’re safe.’ She heard him say, and she knew who had said it. Bellamy. He had found her after all.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her as close as possible, while he explained what had happened, how the grounders had took her, because they claimed we had broken their trust by crossing their land. It had been a stupid misunderstanding. Bellamy promised her it would be okay, that she was safe now.
And all [Y/N] could do was believe him, as she did feel safe in his arms.
Request: Maybe testing out the waters again and bellamy is nervous and he should lighten up so the reader and her bold self goes to make BOLD moves.
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader
Genre: angst-fluff
Tag: @bellamyblakemorley
Warnings: language, insecure Bellamy
A/N: I think this will be the end of the Stronger multiparts, thanks for the support guys\(^3^)/.
If you want to catch up with this multiparts, you can go to my MASTERLIST.
After Bellamy calmed down, we talked all day, we helped wherever we could and during the afternoon I helped Bellamy cleaning his tent and washing his clothes. I never thought I would, but I enjoyed being with him.
"wait- don't move!" I exclaimed laughing. I was fixing his beard. He had already washed his hair, and since he had let his facial hair grow, I decided I'll help him to shave some parts for it to look better. "do you want me to cut your face?"
"What the hell?" he said chuckling softly. I was fast enough to hold the blade away from his face while he was laughing, but I darted him a scolding look, yet not a serious one. "No, Y/n. I do not want you to cut my face."
"Then. Don't. Move." I hissed getting closer to his chin again.
"Yes, Ma'am." he replied, staying still until I finished with the blade.
"don't call me Ma'am for fuck's sake." I huffed smiling. "do I have to remind you I'm 5 years younger than you, oldman?" thankfully I had pulled away the blade already, because he pushed my shoulder slightly but playfully.
"I'm no oldman, it's just that you're a baby" since I was crouched in front of him, the slight punch made me lose the balance and I had to hold onto his arms, that quickly had traveled to my forearms to hold me still.
"this baby can kick your ass." I stated defiantly. It was like we were back in the Ark, being happy together. Wait. Together? No. That was wrong, I shouldn't think about being together with Bellamy.
He might have changed but he had hurt me. But, did that still count? Of course it did, but he was human, and humans made mistakes. Was I really considering forgiving him? "oh, I'm very aware of how strong this baby is." his voice brought me back to reality.
Strong. He thought I was strong. That somehow made me smile. I looked down at our arms, realizing he was still holding me. He seemed to notice it too, since I noticed hesitation in his grip. "I am stronger now." I muttered, more like a warning than like a statement.
When I looked at his eyes, a charade of confidence plastered in my face, he was already starting at me with those amazing eyes. And when I looked into them, I saw sorrow guilt and regret, mixed with love and admiration.
"I now you are." he whispered glancing at mi lips for a second, right before looking back at my eyes. "You always were stronger." he made an attempt to lean on me, but something stopped him before I could.
He loosened the grip of my arms and gave me a broken smile, just when he got out of the tent I realized I had been holding my breath, as well as I realized something even more important.
If Bellamy hadn't stopped his attempt to kiss me, I was sure as hell I wouldn't have tried to stop it. Because I really wanted it. I really wanted him.
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BELLAMY'S P. O. V.
I got out of the tent cursing myself. I almost kissed her. I almost kissed Y/n. I almost fucked everything up again. Her eyes, it seemed for a second as if she wanted me to do it.
But, how on earth would she want that? I shut my eyes, wanting to shut my heart too. It really hurt to know I would never be able to be with the girl I loved, but in the end, I guess I deserved it.
"Bell?" a sudden touch on my shoulder made me jump slightly and turn around, looking at Raven's eyes. "what's wrong?" in that moment, I noticed how shaky was my breathing, and the unshed tears in my eyes.
"She's in the... In the tent." I muttered, and a teasing grin spread all over her face.
"Well done, Casanova!" She whispered looking at the tent. Her eyes shifted again to look at me, and this time she frowned "then why do you look like you're having a panic attack? She won't bite you."
"it hurts, okay Raven? I almost kissed her!" I hissed, panicking, glancing at the tent as I said it. "I don't deserve her, she's too-"
"of course you don't." she spat, taking me by surprise with the sudden harsh tone in her voice. "listen you fucked up. Badly. And you can't blame her for not wanting you back. But the truth is that you haven't even tried to gain her back."
I ran my fingers through my hair getting more and more distressed. I knew Raven was right, but I also knew if I made a move, Y/n would shut me out again. "I love her, but she won't love me again." I stated looking at Raven's eyes. "and I don't need to prove myself right, okay, because if I lose her again-"
"Shut up and turn around." Raven hissed, and suddenly I realized she was no longer looking at me, but at the tent. I went stiff instantly, a tiny part of my poor self hopping it wasn't Y/n. "Holy crap. You're fucked."
And that was it. Raven was like my conscience talking out my thoughts. I turned around slowly, just to see her standing there, with my jacket on. Yup, I was definitely fucked. "Bell... We should talk."
"I'm leaving." Raven said, holding back a nervous laugh "Good luck with your... Talk."
"Raven! no, wait-" I was going to go after Raven when I felt a soft hand holding my forearm, tender fingertips slightly squeezing it.
"Bell, c'mon. Just let's talk this out." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, unable to look at her eyes without wanting to kiss her, and break down after realizing I couldn't. Or worse, because if I looked at her eyes, maybe I would see her rejection.
I denied with my head at her words. "No." I just said. And it was what I wanted to say, but not what I wanted to do. I want to talk about it, to tell her I loved her, but again, I couldn't.
"well we're talking it out whether you want it or not." she demanded, tugging me slightly closer to her, almost unnoticeably. "You owe me this, okay?"
I owe you my life and my sister's, I wanted to say. But I didn't. I just nodded, looking at the ground. I took a deep breath and I somehow found the courage to speak. "what do you want me to say, Y/n? That I love you? Okay. I love you. And now I'm going to lose you again because of my fucking stup-"
She leaned closer to me and kissed the corner of my cheek, gentler than ever. "for once in your life, I want you to fucking listen, Bell" I nodded quietly. My were eyes wide open and my body was stiff due to the kiss. "I... want you in my life. So if... If i give you a second chance, don't make me regret it. Please"
I nodded again, and this time I finally looked at her eyes. It was like some kind of spell. Each time I looked into her eyes, I wanted to get lost on her, to kiss her, to hug her, just to love her. "you won't regret it. I swear on my life."
I let my eyes look at her lips briefly, just before she leaned on me again, placing another soft, shy kiss, this time on my lips. I kissed her back for a second, and the she broke the kiss, resting her forehead against mine. "Okay. I think I believe you."
