#gif is bellamy’s pov

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b….Bell….. beLLAMY…… BELLAMYGYYYYYYYYSYSYSYSYSYYSYS

[itsonlybaby]

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Bellamy Blake - Dropship

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ You and Bellamy were friends, friends who often did each other favors. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: shameless smut, nsfw, praise, 2nd POV, no plot

Being friends with Bellamy meant you got special treatment not many others could get- well, nobody else could get. That only meant you'd be helping him more than usual.

It wasn't a secret, everyone knew something was going on between you and Bellamy, nobody would act that close with a normal friend, but nobody cared enough to speak up about it.

You were in Bellamy's tent, legs on either side of his hips as he roughly thrusted up into you. He wasn't even fully pulling out, just grinding deeper into you while you wiggled in his grasp. You grinded your hips to meet his; eliciting a moan. You grabbed onto tufts of his hair to try and stifle your pleasure elsewhere, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Bellamys hand trailed down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze, "Just like that, princess,"

Your head dropped down into the crook of his neck, the pleasure was palpable. No matter how many times you'd find yourself on his dick, you'd never get used to the feeling.

Bellamy stopped his movements, leaving you whining.

"You want it that bad?" He teased.

You nodded in reply.

"Then ride me."

Bellamy smirked as he watched your face flush, you'd never done anything like this before. It was always Bellamy doing everything for you.

Bellamy's hand found your hips and gently guided them, helping you get started. Once you found your rhythm Bellamy let go, his hands now focusing on your breasts bouncing with every movement. His thumbs traced over your nipples, sending a spark up your body.

Your head found its place on his shoulder, once again trying to silence your moans by gently biting on the exposed skin.

"Gonna make me cum, princess." Bellamy muttered, both hands cupping your breasts as you rode up and slammed back down. Bellamy knew he was close, and so did you. With every moan, you went deeper and deeper on him.

"Bell..." You moaned out, your legs beginning to shake, you wanted to scream out your orgasm, but you remembered where you were.

You threw your head back and clasped your hand around your mouth, much to Bellamy's disapproval.

"Always sound so pretty like this." He breathed out. He loved hearing the sounds that came from your mouth when you climaxed, it was his favorite part.

Your orgasm splurged through you in fast waves, leaving your body exhausted. Bellamy snaked his hands to your hips and held you up as he pounded into you, not quite near his own orgasm.

His dick continuously hit your oversensitive sweet spot, leaving no room for you to recover from the previous high.

"It hurts, Bell." Your hands grabbed his arms, digging into the skin. His skin felt hot, lined with sweat from the damp air around the tent.

"It's okay, take it all." Bellamy hushed you, his pace never slowing.

You weren't sure how long you could last with the relentless thrusts, your legs began shaking uncontrollably around him again. You knew if he kept this up you'd surely cum again. Closing your eyes you tried to hold on, not wanting to cum a second time just yet.

"Look at me, princess." Bellamy demanded. You shook your head, knowing if you were to obey you'd surely come undone.

"You asked for this." Bellamy grabbed your thighs and lifted you up with him, placing you on the bed roughly he spread your legs, his dick never leaving your pussy. You were definitely looking now, the eye contact making your stomach flutter.

The new position brought new waves of pleasure. Allowing his dick to hit different places in you.

Bellamy's hand found its way to your hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging on it, forcing you to watch his dick fill your pussy.

The sight was enough to make you cum again, "Oh god, yes!" You yelled. It was like you'd been tipped over the edge as he fucked you through your second high. Your eyes rolled back seeing stars, the entire world went white.

"Such a mess." He said as your cum began painting his dick white. Every muscle in your body was exhausted, twitching, and sore.

Bellamy's pace began to quicken, he felt his own high was close. He let go of your hair and grabbed ahold of your legs to stable himself better.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He spoke shakily, eyes focused on pounding into your slick pussy. His head slumped forward as thick white strings decorated your stomach, heavy breaths filled the tent while you both caught up with your composure.

With a big sigh, he stood up and tossed you your clothes.

"Same time tomorrow, got that?" He said, placing his own shirt on.

Rolling your eyes you nodded playfully, you could act like you hated your routine, but he knew you didn't. It's why you come back every day.

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[slut4thebroken]

Jealousy

Pairing | Bellamy Blake x reader Summary | You plan to make Bellamy jealous to get some attention… not to spoil anything but it works. Warnings | sexual content, 18+, verbal humiliation, knife play, exhibitionism, bondage, possessive behavior, face fucking, edging, Words | 6k Notes | reader pov, they’re dating, it’s season one. Also I do plan on revising this soon. Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

As you sat by the fire eating your food you watched Bellamy across camp. He's been busy building the wall and taking care of everything else all day and has barely even looked at you. He promised he'd find enough time to be with you... but that was two days ago. Normally you wouldn't be so clingy, especially because what he's doing is very important for the camp and everyone in it but to be honest... you're really really horny. The last time Bellamy has spent "intimate" time with you was two weeks ago. 

Deciding to do something about it you got up and walked over to Finn who was standing on the other side of the camp fire closer to Bellamy. 

"Hey, princess." You roll your eyes at that. Everyone keeps calling you princess and you're not really sure why. Some say it's because Bellamy is the "king" but then wouldn't you be the queen? 

"I told you not to call me that."

"Why not? Bellamy calls you that." He said with a small smirk. You looked at him, clearly annoyed and starting to regret your decision to talk to him a little bit. 

"Bellamy is my boyfriend. Obviously he can can call me that-" you looked over at Bellamy again and sighed turning back to Finn, deciding to just be straight forward and say it. 

"Whatever. Look I'm only talking to you to get a reaction from him, so are you in or not?" You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for his answer. His smirk never left his face. 

"Trying to make the king jealous, princess?" You just stared at him waiting for his answer. He chuckled and said "Yeah alright I'm in. What exactly does "in" entail?" 

"I don't know I'll touch your arm and laugh like you said something funny and you can... I don't know tuck my hair behind my ear or something? It shouldn't take much honestly." He agreed, knowing how easily jealous Bellamy could get. 

"You do realize Bellamy will kill me right?" A small smile crossed your face. "Don't worry about that," you laughed lightly, "I'll make sure he spares you." Your tone was teasing but he still seemed a little hesitant. 

You glanced at Bellamy one more time. He was facing your direction but talking to someone and not looking at you. Sighing you put your hand on Finn's arm and gave him one last questioning look and he nodded. 

You let out a loud laugh, trying to make it sound like the one that's only reserved for Bellamy, and trying to make it loud enough that he'd notice but not too loud that it'd be suspicious. You slowly trailed your hand down his arm as your laugh died off and brought your hand back to your side when you reached his hand. 

Finn was smiling, clearly entertained by your theatrics. He brought his hand up to your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. He went in for the kill and leaned down so his lips were almost touching your ear and whispered "He's watching. I know what'll make him snap, but if I die for this I'm coming back to life to kill you too." You let out a small laugh again and he brought his hand up to your waist then slid it to the small of your back. 

You bit your lip trying to contain your laugh because Finn was definetly in for it now. He pulled his face away from your ear but kept it close to your face. You heard someone clear their throat from behind you and you immediately took a step back and turned around. 

As expected, Bellamy's angry eyes met your's when you faced him. You put on your sweetest smile as if you hadn't just been fake flirting with Finn and let out a breathy, "Hi." 

He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced behind you at Finn. 

"Are you okay?" You kept up the sweet act hoping it'd make him go easier on your punishment later. His jaw clenched and he looked between you and Finn once more before grabbing your arm and dragging you away. 

You put up a little bit of a fight, but your excitement was only growing. "Ow. Hey! Bellamy, I was busy talking to Finn."

He stopped and turned to you and his expression made you take a step back- you were really in for it now. 

"I'm sure you were very busy talking to Finn."

"Yeah, I was." You tried taking your arm out of his grasp but he only gripped you harder. He turned around again and went straight to his tent, opening the flap and pushing you inside. 

"Ow fucking watch it!" 

He closed the flap and rushed toward you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, princess." His voice was quiet but full of jealousy and anger. He took a step back and looked you up and down, and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. His eyes landed back on yours, "Take off your clothes." 

You stood there deciding how to play this. Submit willingly and he'd probably reward you... but also he probably wouldn't because of tonight's events. Or make things harder for him. Realizing both options would probably have similar outcomes you choose the fun one. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and just stared at him. He squared his shoulders and raised his chin making him look more intimidating and took a step toward you. 

"Take of your clothes." His voice laced with venom, kind of scaring you but you held your ground and just kept looking up at him. 

"Are you sure this is how you want to play this, princess?" 

You didn't move. 

He sighed and clenched his jaw, "Fine."

He took another step toward you and began taking off your jacket, but not without a fight from you. Unsurprisingly, he succeeded and tossed it to the floor. 

He took out a knife from his side pocket in his pants and your eyes widened. You moved to step back but he grabbed your hair and tilted your head back and said, "You might want to stay still for this." He smirked as you stayed frozen, your breathing labored, then lowered the knife to your shirt and cut it down the middle, "Hey!"

You didn't get to finish because he raised the knife to your throat, his eyes telling you, ordering you, to shut up. And you did. He dropped the knife and then took off your shirt, ripping off part of the bottom and bringing it up to your mouth. 

"I told you to watch your mouth." He said while starting to gag you. You pushed him back still not ready to completely submit yet and he grabbed your wrists, "Do I need to get the handcuffs too?" 

You stared at him and clenched your jaw, eyes wandering to some of stuff that came with the guard uniform he came down in. He smirked at you again and set down the piece of cloth.

"Fine." 

He walked over to the pile and grabbed the cuffs. He forced you around, now facing his makeshift bed, and he took off your bra before you even realized what was happening. 

"Hey-" you started turning around but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your top half into the bed, forcing your hands behind you. Once they were cuffed he lifted you and turned you around and picked up the piece of cloth. 

"Open." 

Not surprising either of you, you didn't.

He sighed again and grabbed your jaw forcing your mouth open before inserting the gag and tying it behind your head. He stepped back and looked you up and down with a smirk, clearly impressed with his work. You rolled your eyes.  

You heard the noise before you felt the sting on your cheek and let out a short groan turning back to him, a little suprised. 

"You need to fix your attitude right now unless you want more punishment than you're already getting." 

Now might be a good time to finally submit... but you weren't done having fun yet. So you rolled your eyes again. He brought a hand up to your throat and used the other to slap you again. He studied you for a moment longer before reaching up and pulling the gag out of your mouth. 

"You know what? I know a better way to fill your mouth." He shoved you down to your knees, your face falling forward into his legs from you lack of arm mobility and balance. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back making you whine quietly. 

His hands moved to his belt, taking it off and setting it on the bed. You had a feeling that was going to be used later... He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear down just past his balls before taking his cock in his hand and stroking it. 

"You want it?" Smirking more than before if that were even possible. And...yes. You did want it. But you weren't going to tell him that. You sat back on your heels and looked up at him with a bored expression. 

Clearly growing annoying at your behavior he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. When your mouth opened to let out a pained groan he stuck his cock in, suprising you and making you choke a bit. 

"Gagging already? I thought I trained you better than that, slut." You breathed out of your nose and relaxed your throat. With your hands behind your back and his hands in your hair you had no choice but to take as much or as little as he decided to give you. 

After another minute of slowly dragging your mouth over his cock he pulled your head back, "Say "thank you" princess." Your breathing was heavy when you locked your eyes on his, a smirk of your own growing on your face. 

"Thank you, princess." You mocked him and he slapped you harder than the last two times. You groaned and kept your face to the side before he yanked your head back in place and started fucking your mouth again. 

"You don't even deserve my cock." His breathing was getting heavy, "You went through all of that effort with Finn just to throw it away with your attitude." 

Finn. All of that felt like ages ago. 

"You know, if you wanted my cock so bad, all you had to do was ask, not whore around with the entire camp." A particularly rough thrust made you gag again and tears were welling up in your eyes. 

"Maybe you can't help it," his voice was sickeningly sweet, "maybe you're just a fucking cockslut that will take it from anyone who offers." He pulled you off his cock and you slowly shook your head 'no'. 

"No?" 

You raised your eyes to look at him, already starting to submit to him. He pulled your hair up until you're standing and pushed you forward into a kiss. The kiss was messy from all of the spit in your mouth from having your throat fucked but it was perfect. You went to move your hands into his hair but felt the pull of the cuffs on your wrists. 

You pulled back, both of you panting a bit. "Please," you whispered, "I want to touch you. Bell, please." He brought his hand up to the side of your head and you leaned into his touch. 

After another few moments he shook his head. "If you want to be rewarded you need to be good and prove that you deserve it." You immediately nodded your head and he let out a breathy laugh. 

"I can- I'll be good- I am good. Please, Bell." 

"You need to prove it, princess. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy after everything you've done tonight." Hot shame filled your body and reddened your cheeks. You looked at the ground, "I- I'm sorry." you whispered. 

"Please, I'm sorry I-" you broke off into a sob and he shushed you, bringing you into another kiss. 

"It's okay, princess. You'll have your chance to prove it. Sit on the bed." His voice was soft and it made you melt and instantly obey him. 

"Good girl." 

A shaky breath left your mouth. He tucked his dick back in his pants and kneeled in front of you. He grabbed the knife from the floor and put it next to you on the bed with his belt then took off your shoes and socks. He reached up and unbuttoned your pants, grabbing your hips to pull you up onto your feet before sliding them and your underwear down your legs. You stepped out of them and he stood up with you and brought you in to another kiss. 

His hands were everywhere- your back, waist, ass, chest, neck, face. It was heaven. You moaned into the kiss and the hand on your waist squeezed hard until you whimpered. He pulled back and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck, taking his time and leaving as many marks as possible. You moaned his name and longed to touch him, but knew you didn't deserve it yet. 

He pulled back and took a step back as well. His eyes went from yours, to your neck, then down and back up your body. He took off his shirt and you inhaled sharply. He then bent down to take off his shoes and socks and noticed your legs squeezed together. He brought his hands up to your thighs and separated them. 

"Did I say you could feel pleasure yet?" 

You honestly thought he was joking for a second because squeezing your thighs together barely did anything, but he stared at you waiting for your answer. 

"N-no." You disappointed him again. "I'm sorry..." you said quietly. 

He stood and dragged his hands up your body to your waist, "It's okay, princess. Just don't let it happen again."

"I won't." You were quick to answer. He kissed you again but only briefly this time. His fingers tucked into the waist band of his pants and underwear and your mouth started watering.

"I'll ask you one more time. You want it?" He repeated his earlier question and you didn't hesitate to answer this time. 

"Yes. Please. Please Bellamy." Nodding your head. He grabbed your throat to stop the movement and studied your face, "God you're desperate." The degrading words mixed with the adoration in his tone made you almost squeeze your legs together again. He caught the action and looked back up to you with a small smile, "Good girl." 

Your heart fluttered.

He stepped back and pulled his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them. Your breathing accelerated as you looked at his body- he's so beautiful.  

"You're so beautiful." 

You froze. Both of you equally suprised by the words that just left your mouth. But he smiled and kissed you hard. 

"Trust me, princess, you're the beautiful one in this relationship." You laughed lightly and shook your head. 

He walked away from you leaving you confused for a second before he returned with the keys and turned you around to take the hand cuffs off.

"Can I please touch you, Bell?" You asked, quietly, wanting to still be good for him. 

"Of course, princess." 

Your hands immediately went to his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Somehow each one was always better than the last. With his hands on your waist, he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed and gently laid you down. You pulled him on top of you, starting to get impatient and he chuckled. 

You continued kissing until he pulled away leaving both of you breathless. He stared at you a minute longer then sat up and reached behind himself and grabbed the knife. 

At your sharp inhale he looked back at you. 

"Relax, princess." He twirled the knife around in his hand, examining it, and met your eyes again with a smirk. 

He pressed the flat end of the blade against your nipple and you let out a whine at the cold sensation. He took the blade away then brought his mouth down and licked over it teasingly. You arched your back at the abrupt change in temperature and he pulled his head back to meet your eyes. 

"I'd stay still if I were you."

He trailed the tip of the blade down from your collar bone to your breast, pressing the flat end on your nipple like he had done with the other one. 

"Bell..." Your voice was airy and your breathing labored. He leaned back over your head and lightly trailed the blade down your jawline, then used it to pull your bottom lip down before letting it go. 

"Scared, princess?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, trying to stay as still as possible. You swallowed loudly and just looked up at him unable to form any actual words. 

The cold metal pressed against your throat and your eyes widened even more as you gasped. 

"Answer me." His voice was dark and made you tremble even more than you already were. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

He gave you a small smile, "Good." He studied your face a little before asking, "Color?"

It took you a second to remember what that was supposed to mean because you honestly didn't have any thoughts in your head other than Bellamy Bellamy Bellamy. 

"Green." You nodded. He smiled again and nodded back. 

"I have an idea." He looked at you with mischief and lust in his eyes. He set the knife down next to your head and took the piece of cloth that was still tied around your neck and brought it up to your eyes, blinding you. 

He gave you a short kiss before whispering against your lips, "Is this okay?" You nodded. When he didn't move you realized he was probably waiting for an answer, "Yes." 

"Good girl." 

He kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth easily winning dominance over your own. He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving as many marks as he could. He made his way down your chest and sucked your nipple into his mouth before gently biting it. He used his hand to pinch the other one and you let out a low moan, putting your fingers in his hair. He switched and continued torturing your nipples for a little bit longer before trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands were warm as they dragged down your sides. 

With your hands still in his hair you gently pushed his head down, silently asking him to finally give you what you need. His head raised and you felt icy cold on your neck making you freeze. 

"Dont be greedy."

"I'm sorry." 

The pressure was gone from your neck and you let out a heavy breath, relaxing. 

You felt his warm breath over your heat and you unconsciously raised your hips. His hands grabbed you and forced you back down but you were still squirming. You felt cold on the inside of your thigh and immediately froze again. 

He trailed the knife up to your hip before lightly pressing the side into the skin. You whimpered but didn't move. 

"Stay still. If you don't the consequences are your fault not mine." 

You let out a very heavy breath and tightened your fingers in his hair. He lowered his face down to your cunt and pressed a slow kiss against your clit. He licked his tongue from bottom to top and you begged your body to not betray you. 

You whined his name and he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you tighten your grip in his hair even more and let out a loud moan. 

He continued licking and sucking and biting and your moans only grew louder and louder. 

Your hips thrusted up into the knife and you let out a small scream at the feeling of your skin tearing. He pulled his head and the knife away from you and you felt warm and wet on your hip as he licked the blood clean. You moaned the loudest you had all night and he shushed you. 

"Do you want the whole camp to know how much of a slut you are for me?" 

You whined loudly and felt his hand around your throat then a breath at your ear. 

"You do want that don't you, princess? Want the whole camp to hear how good you're being for me?" You continued whining and squirming your hips trying to get friction. 

"You know... I was going to save you the embarrassment of using the belt, but now I'm not so sure." Your hands moved to his back dragging your nails down hard. 

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you? Having everyone hear your moans when I spank you. Maybe someone would even come in, concerned about all of the screaming. Maybe Finn would come in. See you with your ass up in the air begging me to hit you... begging me to fuck you." 

At this point you were basically sobbing from desperation. Needing him to touch you or do literally anything. 

"Maybe then you'll finally realize that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Sobbing harder than before you nodded your head quickly. 

"O- only you, Bell."

"'Only me" what?" 

"Only you can make me feel like this! Only you can make me feel good- Bellamy, please!"

"'Please" what, Princess? Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me," you sobbed, "Please, Bell I need your cock!" 

You felt him shift and then his weight was gone. You were only confused for a second before you felt hands on your hips turning you on your stomach then raising your ass up. 

"B-bell..." You weren't sure you were actually ready for the entire camp to hear Bellamy spank you, but you trusted him. 

He shushed you and you felt his cock at your entrance. You forced a breath out and shifted your hips back, trying to get him inside already. 

You felt him slowly enter you and then his weight was over your body, mouth by your ear. He moaned your name and you squeezed your eyes shut under the blindfold and opened your mouth in a silent moan. 

He leaned back up and brought his hands to your upper back and pushed down, then pulled out before slamming himself back in. 

He continued slow but hard thrusts until you were crying his name and begging for more. 

"Bell- fuck... Bellamy, please-" you gasped after a particularly hard thrust. 

"Tell me what you want, princess."

"Please. Faster- please I need-" you cut yourself off with a sob but he seemed to understand. He took your wrists from beside your head and brought them behind your back, pushing your face and chest fully into the bed. 

He gripped your wrists tighter and began fucking you faster. You put your face into his makeshift pillow to muffle your screams, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was obvious and anyone near the tent would definitely know what was happening. 

He held both of your wrists in one hand and slapped your ass, making you cry out and arch your back even more. He reached forward to grab your hair and pulled your hair back, "Who owns you?" His voice was full of lust and jealousy and anger. 

"You, Bellamy!" You cried, beginning to near your orgasm. 

"Tell me!"

"You own me, Bellamy! I'm yours!" His thrusts slowed and you whined out a 'no' while trying to move your hips against him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back then took off the blind fold. 

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, your orgasm getting farther and farther away. "Please! Please I need to come- Bellamy!" 

"You come when and if I allow it. You only feel pleasure if I allow it." He lowered his voice and picked up the knife again, putting it to your throat, "You only feel pain... if I allow it." He trailed the blade down your cheek and your mouth opened in a gasp. He slowly put the knife in your mouth and you stuck out your tongue underneath it. 

"Do you understand?" His voice was still quiet but full of dominance. 

You nodded. 

"Good." He took the knife away and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before sliding his cock back into you with a groan. 

"Your body is mine. Your orgasms... are mine. Why is that, princess?" 

"Because I belong to you. I'm yours." You said without hesitation.

He started fucking you again, just as rough as before, and your hands went to his hair. Your legs were starting to burn in this position but fuck it felt so good. He put the knife down and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. 

He put two fingers in your mouth, intentionally making you gag, "This mouth... is mine." He whispered. 

He took his fingers out and moved his hand to grope at your breast, "These tits are mine." He squeezed your nipple and pulled it hard, the pain making you feel so good. 

He moved his hand down to your clit and you gasped, then let out a loud moan, "This cunt... is mine." You nodded and moved your hands to his back, dragging your nails across him. 

He continued rubbing your clit and fucking you and you were dangerously close to your orgasm. Or... Bellamy's orgasm. 

"Bell-" you choked out, overwhelmed by pleasure. 

"Bellamy please!" his hand tightened around your throat and you let out another loud moan. 

"Bellamy, can I- please let me come..." Your voice was softer as you finally accepted that Bellamy is the one who owns you, takes care of you... and whatever he decides, you'll take it graciously. 

He continued staring at you then removed his hand from your clit. You tried not to scream as you felt your orgasm slipping away once again. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours, tongue easily invading your mouth. He continued kissing and fucking you for a bit until he finally lifted his face to look at you. His thrusts slowed but were just as rough. 

You took a deep breath and let your desperation subside, Bellamy would take care of you. He knows exactly what you need. 

"What do you want, princess?" His voice was quiet but rough. 

"Can I..." You turned away feeling embarrassed, but he grabbed your chin and turned your face back to his. 

"What?" His voice was so sweet and you almost forgot that he asked you something. The hand from your chin moved to the side of your head and you instinctively leaned into it. 

"I want to..." you cleared your throat, unsure why the words were so hard to get out after everything that's happened tonight. 

"Can- can I please make you come? I... I want to swallow it... please..." 

He almost looked suprised- probably expecting you to ask to come again- but he gave you a tiny smile, "What my princess wants, my princess gets." 

His princess. 

With new butterflies in your stomach he slowed to a stop and pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, already missing the feeling of being full. He kissed you again shortly before motioning for you to switch places with him. 

He laid on the bed while you kneeled between his legs, silently waiting for his permission. He nodded and you eagerly dove toward his cock, taking in more than half and almost choking yourself in the process. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him. 

His hands moved to your hair and lightly pulled you off of him, "Slow down, princess." 

You cleared your throat, already feeling sore, and apologized. He moved you back down and you slowly took him into your mouth but this time you went down farther, until your lips were almost at the base. You came back up and pulled off, sucking in a breath of air, then immediately went back down. He groaned and tightened his fingers in your hair. You looked up at him meeting his eyes and he moaned your name. 

"Fuck, princess. Come on... all the way down." He encouraged you as he slowly pushed your head down until your lips were at the base. He held you there and you willed yourself not to gag and took a deep breath through your nose. 

Your hands had a death grip on his thighs, but moved one up to play with his balls. 

"Fuck..." He pulled your head up then immediately back down and came, groaning your name. You gagged as your mouth was filled, but he held you down until he was done. You swallowed then immediately coughed and tried to catch your breath. 

He opened his eyes and looked at you, then motioned you forward. You straddled his hips and he pulled your head down into a kiss. This one was sweet. Not rough, but slow and full of love. You raked your fingers through his hair and sighed in content. 

He pulled back then moved his hands to your hips, pulling you forward. You were confused as he kept pulling you but let out a gasp when you realized his intentions. 

He smirked up at you when your knees were on either side of his head and pulled you down onto his face, immediately sticking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and grabbed onto his hair. He stuck his tongue inside you a couple times before moving back to your clit; biting, sucking, and licking. Your hips were grinding against his face and if you weren't so close to coming you might've been embarrassed about it. 

"Bellamy..." You whispered, warning him off your impending orgasm. He pulled his head back and lifted your hips a bit to talk, both of you panting. 

"You can come, princess. Whenever you're ready." 

You let out a huge breath in relief, "Thank you." You basically sobbed out. 

"Th- thank you, Bell." You let out a long moan as he buried his face in your cunt again. His mouth was working vigorously on your clit and you knew you could come any second now. 

With your hands tight in his hair, you moved your pussy against his face, trying to increase the friction. He moaned against you and that sent you over the edge. You were probably suffocating him but all you could focus on was how fucking good this felt. 

"Thank you! Thank you," You sobbed, "thank you..." 

"Bellamy..." You whined, crying harder than before. He lowered his head and lifted your hips off of him, moving you to lay beside him. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair as your crying slowed. 

After a while of silence, only filled by both of your breathing, you spoke. "I... I'm sorry about Finn..." You kept your face buried in his chest but he grabbed you chin and raised it until your eyes met his. He looked between your eyes then at the rest of your face and let out a breath. 

"I know, princess." He had a small smile so that was a good thing right? 

"I just... I just missed you a lot but you've been so busy running the entire camp and... and I don't know. At the time making you jealous seemed like a good idea, but I guess I can't really think straight when I'm horny." You both quietly laughed at that. 

"Also I promised Finn that you wouldn't kill him." He rolled his eyes and laughed again. 

"We'll see." His eyes trailed down your neck and chest and a smirk was forming on his face. 

"...What?" You asked, very suspicious. 

"If the camp didn't know you are mine before... they definitely will now." He started laughing and you raised a hand to your neck, unamused. 

"That's not fair."

"What's not fair, princess?" He was still smiling even though you were frowning at this. 

"If everyone knows that I'm yours then they should know that you're mine too." You glanced at his neck then back up to his eyes. He raised an eyebrow then laid down on his back. 

"Alright then. Go ahead." You narrowed your eyes at him, somehow feeling like this was a trick, and he laughed at that. "What? They should know that I belong to the most beautiful woman in camp." 

"On the planet actually." He corrected. Now you laughed at this. 

"You're just trying to get in my pants again." 

You never wanted this moment to end. 

"Maybe." His smile was as wide as yours. "Keep up the "most beautiful woman on the planet" crap and you'll get there." Your laughter died down but you were both still smiling like idiots. 

He cleared his throat and leaned a little back from you. "Get it over with then."

"'Get it over with'? Excuse me?" He was holding back a laugh and you dove into his neck biting the skin making him hiss. You kissed up and down his neck, sucking and licking as you went, trying to leave as many marks as he did. 

You were half on top of him and his hands settled on your back then moved down to grip your waist.

His mouth was right next to your ear as he whispered, "If you don't stop soon, I will be getting into your pants again tonight." You chuckled and pulled back, staring at him until he leaned up to kiss you, soft and slow. You smiled into the kiss and he slowly started smiling as well. 

You leaned back, laying next to him in his arms and fell asleep to him stroking your hair. 

When you woke, Bellamy wasn't there. You vaguely wondered what time it was but were way to tired to care. Before you could fall back asleep though, you were woken by someone coming in the tent. You squinted your eyes open and saw Bellamy. 

He kneeled by the bed and offered you a cup, "I figured you'd want some water." He blushed at the implication. You took it and chugged the entire thing, already feeling the soreness slowly go away.   

"Thanks." You rasped. God your throat was going to be sore for at least a day or two. 

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Don't be." You smiled at him hoping he understood to not feel bad about it. That you liked the constant reminder of your time with him- the ache in your cunt was a pretty good reminder as well. 

"What time is it?" 

"Almost 11. Perks of being the princess, I gave you the morning off." He teased, smiling at you. You laughed and shook your head. "I take it I'm on afternoon and night duty then?" You weren't a guard because Bellamy wouldn't let you anywhere near the woods with out him so you did what you could around camp. Helping Clarke with medical stuff, building the wall, cooking food. Whatever needed done. 

You started getting dressed and putting your shoes on. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Can't let the people think I have favorites can I?" When you were dressed you slowly stepped toward him and put your palms on his abs sliding them up to hang around his shoulders. 

"Not even if I can bribe my way out of it?" Your face was inches from his and he put his hands on your hips, holding you tight. 

"What did you have in mind?" 

You brought your lips to his neck and kissed up to his ear while trailing a hand down his chest and stomach resting on the top of his pants. You gently bit his ear lobe then whispered, "I can think of a few things." 

His hand moved to your neck and he pushed your head back to look at him. You bit your lip and tried to give him the best faux innocent look possible. 

You moved your hand to the button on his pants but didn't try to undo it yet. 

"Well? My king..." You smirked at him, on the verge of laughing, and his grip around your throat tightened. He stared at you another minute before his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. He let go of your throat and stepped out of reach from you. 

"No. I'll see you back here tonight." You laughed as he adjusted his pants before leaving the tent. 

You made sure you had everything you needed before leaving the tent. You walked over to the food and grabbed some fruit. Someone clearing their throat behind you caught your attention. You turned around and saw Finn. He was smiling but as soon as he saw your appearance he burst out laughing. You crossed your arms, unamused. 

"I take it it worked then?" He smirked, trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Is it that bad?" You raised and hand to your neck subconsciously. When he didn't answer and just kept looking at you like that you sighed, shaking your head. 

"I told him not to kill you but I'm starting to change my mind." You gave him a sarcastic smile and he raised his hands in defense. 

Your attention was caught by Bellamy walking up to you. He put an arm around your waist but was looking at Finn. 

"Everything okay?"

"Yep!" You answered even though he was still staring at Finn, hard expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw and Finn excused himself. 

"You don't have to be so mean to the poor kid." He looked at you and his expression softened but he rolled his eyes. Sighing and trying to let it go he removed his arm from your waist and moved in front of you. 

"Octavia said she could use some extra help with the meat."  

"Alright." You smiled and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and yanked you toward him, your bodies now pressed together. He slid his arm across your lower back and his other hand went to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. It was far too passionate for being in the middle of camp but it was perfect.

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Can't Loose You Too

Request: okay hear me out please 🤞 what if the reader got captured by the grounders and bellamy freaks out but their not like a thing yet so like friends to loverss(ish) and he gets them back and spills his feelings cause he’s scared he could lose them 🤷🏻‍♀️ if you don’t have time or just don’t wanna write this do not feel pressured to at all 💕💕 - @ravenmedows

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: So I wrote this to be set in between S1 and S2. I feel like it just fit the best because relationships were established. I also wrote in Bellamy's POV, to help show Bellamy's emotions and his side. Although it's more like a 3rd person view. I hope you enjoy reading!

You’re assigned to go patrol and hunt around Arkadia, even though it was your least favorite assignment. It was more bearable by the fact that you’d be doing it with your friends. While most of the adults didn’t want you guys to exactly pursue Clarke, you guys had used patroling as an excuse to get any information you could. 

You head to the garage to find and meet up with everyone,”Hey, where are we headed this time?” You ask walking up to Bellamy.

“Sector 7,” He responds.

“Again? We should try looking somewhere else,” You say, knowing that you’ve had no luck in that sector.

“Sector 7 is our best chance. Besides that’s where we were assigned,” Bellamy says sternly.

“Fine,” You respond and head outside.

“Where’s she going?” Monty asks as you walk off. You head towards the horse stables and find Octavia getting her horse ready to head out.

“Don’t wanna ride in the Rover?” Octavia asks as you head to tend to your horse, Archer.

“You know I prefer to ride on the back of a horse,” You chuckle. 

You gather everything else that you need, water, your knives, and a bow and arrows. You and Octavia head out and meet everyone else at the front of the garage. Once it looked like they were ready you all ride out to Sector 7. You all make it to the edge of the forest, you stop and tie Archer up to the Rover.

“Alright everyone, you know the drill. Stay in pairs, don’t stray too far from the group, and radio if you find anything suspicious,” Bellamy says. You stick with Octavia and all head into the forest.

It seemed pretty quiet for the first few moments, until you heard a hog in the distance. You signal Octavia to let her know where you were going. After a few feet you see the hog in your view. You prepare your arrow and aim. As soon as you release your arrow, you felt a stinging pain in the back of your thigh. You felt the area and it wasa knife lodge into your leg. Before you could process anything else, you feel yourself picked up by someone on a horse. At first you thought it was Octavia but as soon as you looked up, it was a grounder.  You scream out trying to warn your friends, knowing there was more grounders around.

~ Bellamy’s POV ~

As Bellamy was looking around for anything to hunt, he hears a scream in the distance. Somehow he immediately knew that it was Y/N. He and everyone else, ran towards the scream, not caring that there may be more danger in the area. Soon enough Y/N with a grounder on the back of a horse, came into view. He started to run faster towards them as a horn warning was blown. But he didn’t stop until Octavia started to pull him away.

“Stop struggling,” Octavia strains trying to keep a hold onto her brother.

“We have to help them,” Bellamy yells.

“We can’t help them if we’re dead,” Monty says, jumping in to help Octavia and pull Bellamy to safety. They weren’t sure what the horn was blown for, since the acid fog was disabled, but it couldn’t have been good.  Soon enough it sounded like there were even more grounders out in the forest.

~ Y/N’s POV ~

You started to fade from the loss of blood, but the sound of a horn woke you up again. The grounder starts to ride faster until you got to an enclosed cave. They dismounted their horse and set you on the ground. You stayed silent and still not knowing what would happen next.  They took you off of the horse and set you on the ground. Next, they took the knife out of your leg, wrapped the wound up and bounded your hands. You could hear what sounded like a thousand footsteps and hooves outside the cave.

A few hours went by and your were suddenly woken up by a group of grounders making their way into the cave. At first they were communicating in Trig only, where you could only pick out a few phrases. “Did Azgeda hear or see you?” You pick out from the conversation between the grounders. 

“What’s your name, sky person?” One of the grounders then asked, you stayed silent. They asked once more, but you stayed silent again. Frustrated they gag you and put a bag over your head. Your body is then lifted and put onto a horse. 

What feels like a couple hours go by and you finally slow down to a stop. You were picked up once more and plopped onto the ground. The bag was taken off your head and you were greeted by the bright sunlight and a metal door slamming. A few more grueling hours went by until someone finally came and brought you food. 

They shoved it under the door and pulled up a chair. You didn’t touch the food and the grounder took notice, “Eat,” He says. You refused to take food from them, didn’t want to risk  being poisened. “What’s your name?” He asks next.

You kept your mouth shut, not wanting to give them anything. You weren’t exactly sure why grounders would be aggressive towards you and your people again, it seemed like Clarke had made sure that they wouldn’t be a nuisance again.

~ Bellamy’s POV ~ 

The whole ride back to Arkadia was completely silent. Bellamy couldn’t help but think of how he lost Clarke but also you now. Once the rover had pulled into the garage, Bellmay immediately got out.

“Where are you going?” Monty asks. Bellamy doesn’t respond and keeps walking away. Octavia follows after her brother into the map room.

“Bell…Hey Bell?” Octavia asks trying to get her brothers attention. He ignores Octavia and looks at the map to see where Y/N could’ve possibly been taken. “Bellamy?!” Ocatavia says once more pulling the rolling board away from him.

“What?!” Bellamy responds angrily.

“Slow down,” Octavia tells her brother.

“I can’t. Not while Y/N is out there,” Bellamy says.

“You can for a moment. Y/N is strong they’ll be ok until we can find them. Let’s just rest and figure a game plan. Not rush into things,” Octavia logically explains to Bellamy.

“What other grounder clans were we close by?” Bellamy says completely ignoring his sister.

“Did you hear anything I just said?” Octavia questions.

“Look Octavia. Clarke is out god knows where and now Y/N has been kidnapped by grounders.  I can’t just sit here and do nothing. We need to find them before anything bad happens,” Bellamy says walking back over to the map board. 

“I’m not saying we do nothing. I’m just saying that we slow down and figure out the best plan of action instead of rushing into things,” Octavia says.

“You’re right. I’m just– just worried about them,” Bellamy sighs.

“I am too. Let’s go get some food and chat with the others,” Octavia leads Bellamy to the mess hall.

~ Y/N’S POV ~

It’s day two since you’d been captured. You hadn’t eaten a thing or given up any information. In fact you hadn’t talked at all. They just kept asking for your name and what you knew about Wanheda. You had no clue who in the hell Wanheda was. 

“Eat,” The man says bringing you more food and taking the old food out. After a few minutes another man comes barreling in, he says something in Trig that you couldn’t understand before coming up to the bars.

“You’re not gonna talk, huh?” the man says before opening the door and yanks you out of the cell. You’re pulled over to a pole and have your hands bound around it.

“Where is Wanheda?” The man asks. You stay silent. Next thing you know you feel a punch to your stomach. The man asks the same question over and over again, with the same result, no words and some form punishment.

The man still received no answers from you by the time to sun set. They left you bound to the pole, you guess so that they can try to get answers out of you tomorrow. You still couldn’t imagine why they’d think you know something about someone named Wanheda.

~Bellamy’s POV~

It had been a long past two days inspecting the maps and going out to scout for Y/N. Bellamy has gotten barely any sleep. He’s at a loss of where Y/N could possibly be.

“Bellamy you need to sleep,” Octavia says.

“No,  I’m close. There’s only so many places left that Y/N could be,” Bellamy says, blinking his eyes to stay awake.

“I’ll sort the areas. Go get some sleep. If we want to find them, I need you at 100%,” Octavia scoots her brother out of his chair.

“Fine, but were going out first thing in the morning,” Bellamy says exiting the room.

The next morning Bellamy finds Octavia passed out at the desk, “Hey, how long were you up?” Bellamy asked his sister.

“Oh hey, uhhh I’m not sure. But I think I’ve figured out where Y/N might be,” Octavia says.

“Where?” Bellamy asks excitedly.

“Well, I remembered that Lincoln told me about this small village that was just outside of Trikru’s territory. They kind of outcasted themselves, not super friendly to outsiders,” Octavia explains.

“Let’s head out,” Bellamy says and goes to gather everyone. As everyone begins to head out they notice a group of people standing at the gate. Of course it was none other than Kane, Abby and a few other adults.

“Where are you going?” Kane asks the group.

“To find Y/N,” Bellamy answers.

“We think you’ve all spent enough time. I think it’s time we handle this before one of you is also taken or hurt,” Kane responds back.

“We know where they are, we can get them,” Bellamy fought back.

“Go back to your jobs,” Kane says in response. 

At first no one budged until Abby spoke up, “Now, unless you all want citations.”  

“Bellamy,” Kane stops him before he could get too far. “Show me where you think Y/N is,” Kane says walking with Bellamy to the map room.

About an hour went by and it had looked like the adults had taken a group out to find Y/N. After another hour or so, the group gathered and snuck out to really find Y/N. As Bellamy had directed Kane’s people in the opposite direction.

~ Y/N’s POV ~ 

The next day you were so weak front being forced to stand up. To your surprise you were woken up by someone tipping a cup of water to your mouth. Next they fed you some fruit, you tried to resist but they kept pressing the fruit to your mouth.

“You ready to give us some answers?” The man from yesterday asked. Again you kept your mouth shut. A few more hours of interrogation go by, but this time the man keeps his hands to himself. As if he was trying to give you a break.

“Someones here for you,” A woman says to the man after a few hours go by. The man reluctantly leaves the area to investigate. 

You stand there with weak legs trying to keep your body up. As you were about to pass out you feel gentle hands touch your cheeks. You flutter your eyes open and see a worried Octavia inspecting you. She quickly moves to unbound your hands, as soon as you’re unbound, your body just buckles underneath you. Before you hit the ground your body is lifted, you look up and see a just as worried Bellamy. 

“We need to get them back to camp quickly. They’ve lost a lot of blood and are weak,” Octavia says hastily. 

Ater a long trek back to Arkadia, you can see that you’re being greeted with a group of adults from inside the gates, “Told you we could find her,” Bellamy says walking past Abby and Kane.

“Take her to medical,” Abby says quickly noticing your condition. Bellamy gently walks you to medical and lays on top of a gurney. Abby comes to inspect your injuries, “Everyone out,” Abby orders your friends to leave. At first you could see they were reluctant before Abby begins to shuffle them out.

~ Bellamy’s POV ~

Bellamy waits anxiously from outside medical. After a few hours go by, he couldn’t wait any longer and decides to make his way into the ward. Abby greets him before he could make his way through the door.

“I figured you’d be anxious to see how she is,” Abby says stopping him.

“H–How is she?” He struggles to get out.

“They’ve sustained a lot of injuries, are dehydrated and lost quite a bit of blood. But they should be ok. But they can’t leave the ward for at least a day or two, I’d like to keep an eye on them. After that they should stay inside Arkadia,” Abby tells Bellamy. 

“Can I see them?” Bellamy asks.

“They’re asleep and needs to rest. Maybe tomorrow,” Abby tells Bellamy and points him to the exit. 

~ Y/N’s POV ~

You blink your eyes open and blinded by the brighter lights of the room. You lift your head and look around. Landing your eyes on a Bellamy sitting in a chair with his eyes closed. As you make a bit more noise by sitting up, Bellamy opens his eyes and moves to the cot. 

“Hey,” Bellamy speaks softly.

“Hey,” You say even quieter as if you had lost your voice. “How long was I asleep for?” You ask.

“About 10 hours,” Bellay answers, surprising you at the long length of time. “How are you doing?” Bellamy asks. 

Before you could respond, you see a mob of your friends approaching you. Each of them asking how you are and if you need anything. Soon enough Abby shuffles her way in, “Everyone out, she still needs to rest,” Abby says gently leading each of your friends out.

“How are you feeling?” Abby says approaching you as the last one leaves.

“Still tired and weak, but otherwise fine,” You say.

“Good, I’ll run some final tests and then you should be good to go,” Abby says. You spend the next hour with Abby inspecting your physical condition and asking you to do various tasks. “You’ve cleared all the tests. Although I still want you to take it easy, until you feel 100%. So that means no physically taxing work and staying inside Arkadia,” Abby tells you.

You were about to walk off until you realized that Abby wanted you to acknowledge her orders, “Ok,” you respond still trying to find your voice.

You head out of the ward and go to the mess hall, finding yourself very hungry after refusing food for several days. You try to find a quiet corner to eat but Monty had approached you. And you felt bad refusing to sit with him since you knew that your friends wanted to know you were ok. More of your friends slowly joined your table and soon enough it was a bit overwhelming. You get up and it seemed that everyone had noticed.

“Where are you going?” Jasper asks.

“I just wanted to go lay down for a bit,” You respond.

“Why don’t I walk you,” Jasper offers getting up from his seat.

“It’s ok. Thank though,” You say and walk off before anyone else could say anything.

The next day you went to go help out around Arkadia, sticking to the lowest impact type of work. Every few hours it seemed like one of your friends had something to say about resting or asking to help. It became to much and you didn’t like how they were trying to baby you. They knew that you know your limits, so you weren’t sure why they were being such helicopter friends. Once you were able to get away from your friends prying eyes, you head to the stables. You walk into Archer’s stable to see your horse for the first time since you were back. 

“Hey, I’m home, safe,” You say to comfort Archer.

You sat quietly with Archer until you hear soft footsteps approach, “I’m fine,” You say sternly as you hear the footsteps stop at the front of Archer’s stable, standing up as if you were about to leave. “Sorry,” You apologize looking up to see Bellamy. The one person who hasn’t been bothering you all day.

“It’s ok. I was just coming to check on Archer. But since you’re here, how are you feeling?” He asks walking into the stable.

“Fine,” you quickly answer.

“You sure?” He asks, clearly picking up on your attitude and moving closer to you.

You sigh heavily, “No. Everyone just keeps checking on me. I appreciate it but I’m feeling babied. I just want to rest and get back to 100% as soon as possible. They’re just stressing me out,” You admit.

“They just don’t want you to get hurt…anymore. Make sure that you’re recovering quickly, “ Bellamy advocates for your friends.

“I know but it just kinda feels suffocating,” You confess.

“I’ll let them know to back off a little,” Bellamy says, knowing that you’d appreciate that.

“Thanks, and for checking on Archer,” You say letting out a small smile.

A few hours later you were getting ready to sleep for the night. As you were just about to get in bed to relax, there’s a knock at your door. You open it and are greeted by Bellamy.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask letting him in.

“I just wanted to check on you. I know what you said earlier, but I figured that I’d still make sure you were ok after your first full day back,” Bellamy says. You picked up the slightest quiver in his voice, leading you to believe that there was more.

“I'm feeling better. Thanks for talking to everyone,” You smile.

“Good,” Bellamy says awkwardly. He was about to walk out but stops himself, “Actually I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to earlier but I figured you needed your space,” Bellamy says referring to your hiding spot.

“What is it?” You ask curiously. 

“I’m sorry it took three days to find you. And that you went through all of that pain. I’m sorry that you were taken in the first place, it was my fault, I should’ve been more vigilant. And I’m sorry that I didn’t come see you sooner,” Bellamy lets out. You could see the pain in his eyes, the fact that he was blaming himself for what happened, blaming himself for the pain that was inflicted on you.

“Hey, hey, hey. None of this was your fault. You couldn’t have know that there were grounders there. You weren’t expected to know exactly where I was. What really matters is that you didn’t give up, you worked your ass off to find me, now I’m safe and home,” You say and find yourself swinging your arms over his shoulders and pull him into a tight hug. He seemed to have settled himself into your  body, as if he could finally relax. 

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you too,” Bellamy confesses. 

You don’t respond to what Bellamy says, but pull out of your hug after a few minutes, finally taking a look at his face, “You look tired. Is it really true what Octavia told me? That you didn’t really sleep for the whole three days?” You ask as you can read how tired he is. He lightly nods his head, not wanting to admit it. 

You settle yourself into your bed, tired from standing so long, “ I just wanted to find you before anything bad happened,” Bellamy says, laying his body next to yours.

“That deosn’t mean that you had to put your own health at risk,” You say turning your body to face him. 

“I know, but I just needed you back. I missed you,” He softly speaks turning his head to face you.

“I missed you too,” You move to rest your head on his chest.

The next morning you wake up and turn over to find a peacefully sleeping Bellamy. You had almost forgotten that he never left. But you didn’t mind, it comforted you knowing that he stayed, “Morning,” You say softly after kissing his forehead to wake him up.

“Morning,” He says raspily with a smile forming.

[navia3000]

a l l t o o w e l l

Includes : Bellamy Blake

Genre : Angst, very little fluff

Warnings : Minimal use of Y/N, first person pov, mentions of fighting, mentions of praimfaya, not proofread

Based on : All Too Well by Taylor Swift

Wind in my hair, I was there, I was there

Y/N and Bellamy Blake had a complicated relationship from the start. From the moment the drop ship landed on Earth and Blake asserted his dominance over the 100, she despised him. He was arrogant, cocky, and rude.

However, Clarke Griffin, a close friend of hers, insisted on an “alliance” of sorts, claiming it was necessary for survival. And now, the girl has to bite her tongue as Clarke and Blake have become the leaders of the 100, the king and queen.

The 100 were currently working on building a wall around the campsite to help defend from the grounders. She had been helping put the walls up for hours, and was in desperate need of a break.

Even though she knew both Clarke and Bellamy would scorn her if they saw her, she snuck outside the camp and walked to a quiet meadow away from the chaos in the drop ship.

She sat on a log among the grass and flowers, breathing in the floral and earthy scents. She couldn’t help but look back on her time on the Ark and its stale, metallic scent. She was glad that she was among the few people to come back to Earth. She used to dream of feeling the blades of grass tickle the palms of her hands, the flower petals caressing her nose and cheeks, the scent of dirt and trees and leaves and greenery blessing her scent buds.

The snap of a twig brought her out of her nostalgic thoughts, defenses coming up immediately in fear of a Grounder. She didn’t think to bring a weapon with her, being in desperate need of a break.

She turned to find not a Grounder, but Bellamy Blake stalking towards her, a stern look on his face. “What are you doing out here?” He sounded angry.

It was her turn to scowl. “I’m taking a break, what are you doing?”

“I saw you sneak off. Are you insane? There are Grounders out here, and you didn’t even tell anyone you were leaving.”

“Jeez, Blake, I’m only a couple minutes away from camp. Plus, what do you care if a Grounder gets me?”

He seemed taken aback by her question. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. “Of course I care. Keeping you guys safe is my responsibility.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” They stared at each other for what felt like eons, until she patted the space next to her, inviting him to sit. Maybe it was the serene atmosphere that made her extend an invitation, or maybe it was the fact that she was tired of the constant battle between her and Bellamy. They were like ice and liquor, like water and vinegar.

He hesitated for a moment before moving to sit with her. The pair sat in silence, taking in the view in front of them. Maybe being in each other’s company wasn’t so bad.

Down the stairs, I was there, I was there

“Where is he?” She was frantic, eyes scanning the drop ship for Bellamy. Murphy had come back from being tortured by the Grounders, bringing an infectious illness along with him. They had spent hours taking care of the sick delinquents, when the girl had been told about Bellamy getting sick. Her and Bellamy had reached a sort of stalemate after their “moment” in the meadow. They didn’t hate each other, but they didn’t like each other.

She lies to herself, because, she does like him. More than she wants to. And now, hearing he’s sick with this deadly disease made her regret all the times she had argued with him.

“He’s here,” Clarke pointed to a secluded corner in the ship, where she saw Octavia leaning over her brother, a wet rag to his forehead. “You shouldn’t be in here,” Clarke warned, but the girl didn’t listen. She rushed to Bellamy’s side, and her heart broke seeing his face contorted in pain.

She took the rag from Octavia’s hands, “go rest.” She watched as Octavia smiled appreciatively, and walked away.

As she put the rag to Bellamy’s forehead, she saw Bellamy’s eyes open and focus on her, his chocolate irises burning with concern. “What- what are you doing?” Bellamy choked out. “You’ll get sick.”

She shushed him, smiling sweetly, hoping to bring some sort of comfort to the sick man. “It’s okay. Just close your eyes.” He stared at her a little longer, before deciding to close his eyes, knowing she would stay by his side the whole night.

Sacred prayer, I was there, I was there

“She did it,” Octavia whispered. Clarke had finally pulled the lever, destroying the City of Light along with A.L.I.E. Bellamy and Octavia watch as their friends and the citizens of Polis snap out of their trance, being relieved from A.L.I.E’s hold.

Bellamy, however, was focused on one person. Y/N. The girl he hated and grew to love. His girl.

After their experience in Mount Weather, Bellamy and her’s relationship evolved, growing closer together.

Unfortunately for Bellamy, she was forced to take the Key, making her forget her happy memories with Bellamy, and turning her into A.L.I.E’s most trusted soldier.

She had been fighting Bellamy and Octavia, using the skills she learnt from Octavia and the Grounders. Bellamy didn’t want to fight her. He hated the thought of hurting her. But her pursuit against him was relentless, her punches hurting more and more.

They were close to killing each other, until Clarke ended it all.

He watched as she snapped out of whatever trance she was in. Her eyes were glazed over with confusion, but they cleared once they landed on his. At once, she launched herself into his arms. He held tightly onto her, relief flooding his body.

She pulled back to look him in the eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Bell,” she whispered. She pushed her lips onto his, letting the kiss speak the words she couldn’t say.

Bellamy kissed back with as much passion, feeling his crumpled heart straighten itself out again.

He was never going to let her go again.

It was rare, you remember it all too well

Bellamy watched down from the window of the ship, memories playing in his head like a film on a movie screen. However, this film wasn’t a happy one. This film was one of sadness, tragedy, betrayal. Bellamy regrets that moment every day of his life. He regrets the moment he had to leave his lover along with his best friend on Earth, abandoning them to radiation that would kill them.

If only things didn’t turn out this way. Bellamy lives every day in space plagued with dreams of what his life could’ve been. Of him being with her, hugging her, kissing her. Living a normal life. A life without Grounders, radiation, killer AI. A life where him and her could be happy. If only things were different.

If only the weren’t doomed from the start.

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 36: Bound by Strings, Fueled by Fire

A/N: We are back at it again with another chapter! You guys these chapters are filled with so much action! And we will soon find out what happened during Sanji POV… Yall we are almost done with Dressrosa Arc, and then we hitting Whole Cake island! I will be skimming the Zou arc, adding tidbits here and there but whole cake is where we grabbing tissues and punching air, and kicking our feets causeeee the stuff I have saved! Thank you guys for everything! Now, lets get back to the action! Without further ado, let the adventure begin! 

Word Count: 9.7K

Sanji X Reader, Sanji X Y/N, One Piece X Reader. 

Y/N POV…

 The determination to keep fighting surged through me, despite the pain threatening to overwhelm me. I wasn’t done yet.

"Y/N! Hey, talk to me!" Luffy shouted, his voice strained as he struggled against the strings binding him. I could hear the desperation in his voice, and it tore at me.

My own voice came out weaker than I intended. "Luffy, I... I'm fine," I rasped, hoping he'd hear me. But I wasn’t fine. My strength was fading, and the injuries I’d sustained, especially the one in my torso, were taking a toll on me. Every breath felt heavier, and the pain was unbearable.

"Damn it! I can't break it off!" Luffy grunted, his frustration evident.

"That's the point!" Doflamingo sneered, his sadistic laugh cutting through the chaos as both Bellamy, still under his control, and the clone continued to fight Luffy. In the next moment, the clone landed a brutal kick to Luffy's face, sending him crashing down to a lower level of the palace.

"Luffy!" I thought, my heart racing. My eyes widened in panic as I realized I needed to act fast. I had to retrieve my blades before it was too late.

I finally managed to grab the sharp part of one of my blades, a small spark of hope igniting within me. "Yes!" I thought as I started sawing through the strings binding my wrists, wincing as the friction from the blade cut into my palm. Blood dripped, but I didn't care—I was almost free.

"Y/N! Please talk to me! Tell me anything!" Law's voice pierced through the chaos, filled with concern and desperation. My heart ached at the thought of ignoring him, but I had to keep my focus. I couldn’t afford to break my cover just yet.

Doflamingo's mocking laugh filled the air. "You see that, Law? I told you. You were never going to be able to protect her. You couldn’t protect Corazon, so what makes you think you could protect her too?" His taunting words echoed, cutting deeper than any blade.

Rage ignited within me. The familiar blue hue began to glow faintly around me, the energy coursing through my veins, growing stronger with my anger. Fueled by fury and determination, I finally broke free from the binds on my wrists. My left hand clenched one blade tightly, while my right hand worked furiously to cut the strings binding my ankles.

I wasn’t going to let Doflamingo win. Not today.

“I think we can roll out on those executions, and Law—you’re the first one on my list,” Doflamingo’s voice echoed with cruel satisfaction.

My heart nearly stopped. Law… My chest tightened as I struggled against the strings binding my ankles. I had already freed my wrists, but these last binds were proving more stubborn than I anticipated. I gripped my blade tightly, the blood from my right palm now smeared across the edge as I sliced furiously at the strings. I didn’t care about the pain—I couldn’t afford to.

“I need to get these strings off me. I have to reach Luffy... we have to help Law,” I thought, my mind racing as I saw the terrifying situation unfolding in front of me.

Doflamingo’s voice slithered through the air, but one phrase caught my attention, making me freeze in the middle of cutting through the strings. “Your fruit grants eternal life.”

Eternal life? I halted my movements for a moment, processing what he said. My eyes darted back to Law. What does he mean by that? Law’s Devil Fruit… it was more powerful than I ever imagined. The weight of the situation became even clearer. Doflamingo wanted more than just revenge—he wanted immortality.

As Law and Doflamingo clashed in front of me, sparks flying from their blows, I could see Law was wearing down. Every attack from Doflamingo was more brutal, more relentless. Law dodged and blocked, but his movements were slowing, and he was on the brink of collapse. Doflamingo’s taunts were merciless, driving home his sense of superiority.

“No…” I whispered, the panic rising inside me again. I need to move.

I clenched my blade tighter, digging into the strings around my ankles. Blood trickled down from my wounded palm, but it didn’t matter. Every second I wasted was a second closer to losing Law. I pulled harder, gritting my teeth as the strings finally began to give way. 

I clenched my blade tighter, forcing it through the strings around my ankles. The pain in my palm was nothing compared to the urgency pounding in my chest. Law and Luffy needed me, and I wasn’t going to let Doflamingo have the upper hand.

“Hang in there, Luffy!” I thought as I slashed harder. With one final yank, the strings gave way. I stumbled to my feet, my legs weak from the strain, but I pushed forward. The faint blue hue still flickered around me, my right blade dripping blood. With a surge of energy, I dashed past the battle between Law and Doflamingo, making my way down to Luffy.

Just in time.

The second Doflamingo stood poised to strike Luffy while Bellamy hovered nearby, his body still under control. I leaped into the air, gathering what strength I had left. “Tremor Kick!” I shouted, my right leg surrounded by the blue hue as it collided with the second Doflamingo’s head. The force sent him crashing into the ground, creating a deeper dent on the palace floor. Bellamy dropped, momentarily freed from control.

“Y/N! You’re okay!” Luffy called out, the relief clear in his voice.

I landed beside him, offering a shaky grin. “Told you, Captain. I’m not going anywhere. Someone’s gotta look out for the future Pirate King, right?” I teased, even though my body screamed in pain.

Luffy’s eyes shifted to my bloodied hand and the mess of cuts around my ankles. “Y/N... you’re hurt!” he exclaimed, panic flickering in his eyes.

I shook my head quickly. “No time to worry about me. Let’s get these strings off you first,” I said, slicing through the binds around his wrists. As he stood free, the second Doflamingo’s voice echoed across the hall, dark and filled with twisted desire.

“I like a woman who fights back. You’re strong... fiery. Just my type,” the second Doflamingo sneered, his eyes burning with hunger.

I felt a chill run down my spine, my body tensing as I prepared to strike again. But before I could, Luffy stepped in front of me. “I’ll handle him,” Luffy said, his voice steady with determination.

I hesitated, then nodded, trusting him. My attention turned back to the upper floor where Law and Doflamingo continued their fierce battle."Luffy, I'm heading back up. I'll buy us some time. Besides, you still got an ass-kicking to give to the real one," I teased with a grin.

Luffy grinned back, cracking his knuckles. “Yeah, leave him to me.”

Without another word, I propelled myself into the air, determined to get back into the fight. But before I could land, I felt something yank me down violently.

“You’re not going anywhere, princess,” Doflamingo’s voice slithered up to me, filled with dark amusement. “The fun is just about to start.”

I struggled, trying to keep my footing as I was pulled backward, my hands instinctively gripping my blades and slamming them into the palace floor. They were the only thing anchoring me, but I could feel the strain on my arms, the tension of my muscles screaming under the force trying to drag me under.

“Y/N!” Law shouted, his voice sharp with alarm, as he glanced my way, momentarily distracted from his battle.

Doflamingo sneered, the menace in his eyes growing darker. “Seems the little princess still has some fight in her,” he mused, taking deliberate steps toward me. “Let’s see how long you last before that fire goes out.”

I gritted my teeth, my grip slipping as my strength waned. The pull on my leg was relentless, my body straining as I tried to hold on.

Suddenly, the pressure was gone. I blinked in shock, realizing I was free.

“Leave her alone!” Luffy’s voice boomed from below, his fist connecting with the second Doflamingo in a powerful hit that sent him reeling, freeing me in the process.

I scrambled up, my body aching, breath labored as I managed to pull myself back onto the platform. My vision swam for a moment before it cleared, and I saw a familiar figure standing before me, a shadow of concern crossing his usually composed face.

“Law…” I gasped, my voice strained as I tried to catch my breath.

His gaze flickered down to my bloodied hands and ankles, and though his expression remained stoic, there was a subtle edge of worry. “Y/N…” His voice was low but steady, despite the chaos around us.

I slowly brought myself up, my blades still clutched tightly in each hand, but my breathing betrayed the toll the fight was taking on me. Law was engaged with Doflamingo, blocking an onslaught of attacks, as we maneuvered to a different part of the battlefield.

Doflamingo’s laugh echoed around us, a chilling sound that made my skin crawl. “Y/N, get back! Somewhere I can see you!” Law shouted, his focus still on the formidable enemy before us.

“I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself!” I yelled back, defiance rising within me.

Just then, Doflamingo launched his pentachromatic strings at me. Before I could react, they sliced through the air, cutting into my right arm and forcing me to drop one of my blades. “Damn it!” I shouted, pain pulsing through my arm as blood began to seep down, staining my left hand and the blade I still held.

I quickly grabbed the fallen weapon, securing it back into my thigh halter, my heart racing with frustration and pain. Doflamingo chuckled darkly. “Look at you, soon you’ll be left begging me for mercy.”

Fueled by rage and determination, Law charged straight at Doflamingo, forcing him to stumble back and creating a brief distance between us. “What do you make of the will of D?” Law shouted, his voice steady despite the chaos surrounding us, as he attempted to land a clean shot with his blade.

“I’m also a D!” he declared, the weight of those words hanging in the air as he and Doflamingo clashed violently. The impact sent shockwaves through the room, and I was thrown back, crashing into a nearby wall.

“Ugh!” I gasped, the force of the hit knocking the wind out of me. My vision swam, but I couldn’t afford to stay down. Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up, determination igniting within me once more.

Usopp POV…

“Viola, can you update me on the situation?” King Riku asked, his voice steady despite the chaos.

“Sadly, things are not going well at the palace,” Viola replied, her expression grim. “Straw Hat has been knocked down below, and Law, along with the princess, are struggling against Doflamingo.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, panic rising in my chest. Both Luffy and Y/N were in serious trouble. “What about Y/N? How is she doing?”

“The princess has the worst injuries,” Viola continued, her eyes clouded with worry. “Her torso is slashed, and her right arm is also slashed. She’s struggling to even stand.”

“Damn it! Without Luffy there, Doflamingo is going to end up killing her and Law!” I shouted, feeling helpless.

“That is not the only battle,” Viola said, her voice steady but urgent. “We still have more fights—one in the SMILE factory, and another at the plateau.”

“How many executives do we have left?” I asked, my heart racing.

“We still have a few more,” she replied, her tone heavy. “Senor Pink, Pica, Lao G, Doflamingo, Trebol, Diamante, Gladius, Dellinger, Lao G, Mach Vice, and Baby 5.”

I tensed, the weight of the situation sinking in. “All together that’s ten executives to face.” This battle was far from over, and every second counted.

Y/N POV…

“Think you can stop me with just a letter in your name? It’s rubbish—a lie!” Doflamingo sneered, his arrogance radiating like a dark cloud. Law managed to land an Injection Shot, but before we could celebrate, Trebol sprang back into action, his voice booming, “Doffy!”

Doflamingo glided effortlessly in the air, the strings shimmering around him. “I don’t like this one bit,” he growled, sensing the shift in the battle's tide. Law was quick to activate his Room, enveloping the area in his power, but Doflamingo struck with ruthless precision, knocking Law to the ground.

“Bahaha, close but not close enough!” Trebol jeered, and fury surged through me. The familiar blue hue ignited in my left hand, now crackling with flames. I gripped my blade tightly, determination flooding my veins.

“Trebol!” I shouted, leaping high into the air, the fire swirling around me like a raging storm. “You shouldn’t count your enemies short—you never know what may happen!”

With that, I unleashed a blazing attack, sending a torrent of flames spiraling toward Trebol. The fire collided with him, and I watched as his eyes widened in disbelief, the heat searing him.

He struggled to extinguish the flames while I landed back on the battlefield, adrenaline still pumping through me.

“I’m so disappointed in you, Law. I can reiterate that enough,” Doflamingo sneered as Law unleashed Tact, tearing a quarter of the castle apart. But just as victory seemed close, Doflamingo caught Law’s arm mid-attack. “These pathetic attacks of yours are below us,” he taunted.

“Since when have you become sentimental?” Doflamingo mocked, suspending Law in the air, one arm dangling helplessly.

“Law! I’m coming!” I shouted, leaping into the air again, determined to save him. But before I could reach him, I felt something sticky latch onto me, yanking me down with a harsh thud. Pain shot through my body as I landed on my right side.

“Ah!!” I yelled, gritting my teeth.

“Bahahah! You’re not going anywhere! You’re Doffy’s now!” Trebol cackled, his gooey grip tightening around me.

“What is this gross thing on me?!” I yelled, trying to fight off the sticky substance, but it only pulled me back further. “I can’t move!”

“Y/N!” Law yelled from above, desperation in his voice.

“Law, don’t worry about me!” I called back, but my heart sank at what happened next. Doflamingo seized Law’s other arm, and in a swift, brutal motion, he cut it off. My eyes widened in horror as Law fell to the floor, agony etched on his face, gripping the bloody stump where his arm once was.

“Law!” I screamed, my heart racing.

“Bahaha! That was a good one, Doffy!” Trebol cheered, clapping with delight.

Rage coursed through me, igniting a fire within. “You bastards!” I yelled, struggling against the goo. “Hey, Doflamingo!” I shouted, my voice low and dangerous.

He turned to me, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “Don’t worry, princess. You and I will have our fun soon,” he said, his eyes gleaming with desire and malice. Doflamingo laughed as he taunted Law, and my stomach dropped when he pulled out a gun.

“No,” Law shouted, his voice laced with urgency.

“Nothing beats a good lead bullet, right Y/N?” Doflamingo taunted, aiming the gun at Law.

“No!” I whispered, desperation flooding my veins. I struggled against the goo binding me, fear for Law’s life consuming me.

Just then, a crash reverberated from below, that shot above us. As I looked up, I saw Luffy had managed to destroy the second Doflamingo clone. “He did it!” I exclaimed, a flicker of hope igniting in my chest.

But Doflamingo only laughed, making his way toward the hole above. “Bellamy, end Strawhat!” he ordered, his tone mocking.

“What?!” I yelled, anger surging. “You no longer control Bellamy!”

“Princess,” he said, moving closer, grab bing my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. He pulled my face to the side and whispered, placing a lingering kiss on my neck as if claiming me. “Soon, you too will be mine,” he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

“Get off me!” I gritted through clenched teeth, fury igniting within me. I couldn’t let him intimidate me. fury burning hotter with every second. I wasn’t going to let him intimidate me.

Just as Law slowly got up, his breathing ragged and labored, he prepared to launch an attack, but Trebol was faster. With a sticky launcher, he shot a glob of goo that landed on Law, pinning him down. The area around us burst into flames, the heat overwhelming.

“Law!” I screamed, my voice cracking in desperation. “Law, are you okay?!” Still, I fought against the goo holding me down, my left arm straining to break free. But before I could do anything, Doflamingo cocked his gun and fired shot after shot at Law.

“No!” I screamed, watching Law’s body go limp as blood poured from his wounds. Trebol’s maniacal laughter filled the air as he praised Doflamingo.

“Law! Please!” I called out, my voice breaking, but it was no use. He didn’t respond. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and my heart shattered as I witnessed him being shot, again and again.

Doflamingo’s mocking voice cut through my grief. “See that, princess? Those who defy me will either learn the easy way or the hard way.” He laughed, the sound sending a wave of rage through me.

“You heartless—” I gritted out, my anger swallowing the grief. Suddenly, a bright blue hue surged through me, breaking through Trebol’s binds. “Doffy! What’s happening?!” Trebol’s voice wavered with confusion.

I slowly got up, feeling a surge of energy flood through my body. The blue energy wasn’t just in my left hand anymore—it enveloped my entire being. I clenched my right hand, feeling strength return, even if only for a short time.

With both hands clenched, I bolted toward Doflamingo. “Bastard!” I screamed, landing a solid punch to his abdomen, sending him crashing into the wall.

“You think you can just harm anybody, use them, dispose of them like they’re nothing?!” I shouted, each word laced with the fury building inside me. My strides were slow, deliberate, as I advanced on him. “You’re not getting away!”

I leaped into the air, preparing to unleash the burning power inside me. A blue hue flared around me as I prepared a fire attack.

“Doffy!” Trebol screamed, launching his sticky chain toward me. But I caught it with my right arm, adrenaline fueling me. I gripped the chain tightly and transferred the blue energy from one arm to the other, the fire burning brighter with every second.

“Hell Inferno!” I roared, the blue flames igniting Trebol as he screamed, his body consumed by the fire once more.

Doflamingo’s body slumped against the wall for a moment before he grinned, rising to his feet like nothing had happened. His eyes glinted with malice as he wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. “You think you’ve got what it takes, princess?” he taunted.

Before I could respond, he kicked off the ground and launched himself into the air, strings trailing behind him. He moved faster than I expected, and before I could react, he was right in front of me.

“Not fast enough,” he whispered coldly, and with brutal force, he drove his fist into my abdomen.

The punch knocked the air out of me. Pain shot through my body like lightning, and I gasped, clutching my stomach as I was flung upward by the sheer impact of his strike.

I gritted my teeth and steadied myself, refusing to fall. "You bastard!" I hissed, using the blue energy swirling within me to push back. Flames ignited around my fists as I dashed through the sky toward him, clashing with Doflamingo mid-air.

I threw a fiery punch at his face, but he dodged, countering with a series of quick jabs aimed at my torso. I blocked with my left arm, feeling the sharp sting of each hit as my blade flashed through the air, aiming for his chest.

Doflamingo spun, effortlessly dodging my strike, then retaliated with a kick to my ribs, sending me spiraling upward. I grunted, regaining my balance, and charged again.

I propelled myself toward him, aiming for his head, but he blocked with a web of his strings, smirking. “You really think you can beat me in the air?” he mocked, twisting his strings to pull me closer.

“You underestimate me!” I growled, slashing through the strings with my left blade, the blue flames growing fiercer with every second. I swung at him again, forcing him to fall back as I slashed through the sky.

We clashed over and over, exchanging blows, punches, and kicks mid-air. Each time I struck, he countered with another barrage of strings. I could feel the strain in my muscles, but I wasn’t backing down. My body burned, not just from the fight but from the pure force of my will.

Doflamingo extended his hand, flicking his fingers as more strings shot out from his palms, aiming straight for my chest. I twisted in mid-air, dodging just in time, but the strings grazed my side, cutting through the fabric of my dress. Blood seeped from the wound, but I couldn’t stop now. 

His hand closed around my throat, and before I could react, he slammed me into the ground below.

The force rattled through my body, but I held onto my blade, the flames still burning as I glared at him, struggling to breathe through his grip.

Doflamingo’s grip tightened around my throat, cutting off my air as he held me in the sky. His cold, twisted grin widened as he watched me struggle. I clawed at his hand, gasping for breath, but his strength was overwhelming. My vision blurred for a moment, stars dancing in my eyes, but I couldn’t give in. Not now.

"Let... go of me!" I choked out, fury bubbling beneath the surface as I felt the familiar pulse of energy returning. The blue flames surrounding me flickered for a moment before roaring back to life, flaring even brighter as I focused every ounce of my remaining strength.

Doflamingo laughed darkly, his face inches from mine as he leaned in. "You're strong, princess. But not strong enough." With his other hand, he delivered a brutal punch to my abdomen, the force of it sending shockwaves through my body. I groaned in pain,coughing blood, but I refused to let him break me. He pulled me closer, his fingers digging into my skin, as if relishing the control he had over me.

“I could end this right now,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers squeezed harder, cutting deeper into my neck as my air supply dwindled. “But where’s the fun in that?”

I glared at him through the haze, the fire in my chest burning hotter. With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I swung my blade upward, aiming for his side. The blue flames ignited along the edge of my blade as it connected with his ribs, slicing through his flesh.

Doflamingo grunted, momentarily loosening his grip. That was my chance. I kicked my legs up, twisting my body in the air, and with a desperate burst of energy, I freed myself from his grasp. I fell backward, gasping for air, clutching my throat as I regained my breath.

He wiped the blood from his side, sneering at me as he floated in the sky. "You'll pay for that."

Zoro POV...

I finally made it to where Usopp, King Riku, and the others were after defeating Pika. My mind was racing, ready for the next step. “Strawhat can proceed, he’s taken down Bellamy! Well done, now there are two higher-ups remaining,” said Viola, her eyes still scanning the battlefield through her clairvoyance.

“Good, that means Y/N and Luffy will be heading up to take down Doflamingo,” I said, reassured that the plan was on track.

But Usopp’s face told me something was wrong. "Actually, Zoro, about that... Y/N is with Law fighting Doflamingo."

I stopped in my tracks, the words hitting me hard. “She’s what?!”

"No... I have terrible news. We’re down a man too," Viola said gravely, her eyes narrowing as she focused on the scene.

"Who's hurt? Say it!" Usopp demanded, panic creeping into his voice.

“It’s Trafalgar Law,” Viola said, her voice grim.

My heart sank, and it all started to click. “Wait, that means... Y/N is now not only facing Doflamingo but another top executive, and Law is down?!” I growled, gripping the hilts of my swords tightly.

As soon as the words left my mouth, a bright blue blaze engulfed the palace floor, lighting up the area with an intensity I hadn’t seen before.

“What the hell is that?!” I yelled, my eyes wide, scanning the horizon.

“This can’t be…” Viola whispered, her face pale.

The blue hue suddenly erupted in the sky, dancing with each strike. My breath caught as the realization hit me.

"The princess... Y/N, she's fighting Doflamingo," Viola said, her voice trembling. "And her whole body... is on fire."

“Fire?!” I roared, my fists clenching tighter around my swords. "What do you mean she's on fire? Is she hurt?!"

Viola hesitated, her eyes darting across the scene she was witnessing. “Her injuries are severe, but I don’t understand how she’s still standing. The flames, they’re coming from her—surrounding her entire body.”

My mind raced, connecting the dots. “Her blades!” I said, realization dawning on me. The flames must have something to do with the weapons King gave her. I looked up at the sky, and the blue hue surrounding Y/N grew even brighter, radiating power.

“Whatever it is, she managed to injure Doflamingo—she landed a solid hit on his side!” Viola confirmed, her voice tinged with disbelief.

A small smirk crept onto my face. “That’s my girl…” I muttered under my breath, pride swelling in my chest. She was giving it everything she had.

“She's probably buying Luffy time again," Usopp said, clearly worried but trying to see the positive.

Just then, Viola’s expression darkened. “No... Doflamingo is choking her now,” she said, her voice shaking with tension.

"What?!" I bellowed, eyes widening with rage. "Is she still fighting?!"

Viola’s face grew even more troubled as she continued. “He’s... placed a kiss on her neck. It's lingering... as if claiming her.”

That was the last straw. The anger that flooded me felt like a wave crashing against rock. My knuckles turned white around the hilts of my swords. “Damn him!” I growled, teeth gritted as the urge to slice through Doflamingo myself surged within me.

“The blue hue… it's shifting again,” Viola said, eyes widening. “Debris is starting to circle around the palace. She’s going back in, and it's getting stronger.”

I glanced up at the sky, watching the flames dance. "Whatever happens, Doflamingo’s going to regret underestimating her," I said, my voice low and dangerous.

Y/N POV… 

Doflamingo launched me back toward the palace, and I hit the ground hard next to Law. Pain shot through me, and the blue hue that had fueled my strength began to fade. My heart sank as I looked at Law’s still form, tears threatening to spill over.

Trebol appeared, his voice dripping with false concern. “Doffy! You’re not hurt, are you?”

I struggled to get up, but the adrenaline was wearing off, and I felt the weight of my injuries. Doflamingo approached menacingly, an unsettling grin on his face. “Let’s wrap this up, Trebol,” he said, preparing to strike.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice call out. “Doflamingo!”

“Luffy!” I choked out, my heart racing as I tried to remain focused. “I’m here!”

“I knew you’d make it, Captain,” I managed to say, flipping onto my side. With all my strength, I crawled toward Law, determined to reach him. I secured my blades back in their sheaths, feeling a flicker of hope as they emitted a white hue once more.

As I reached Law, I gently turned him over, my hands trembling as they met his blood. “Law…” I whispered, struggling to keep my composure. Just then, Luffy rushed toward us, stepping into Law’s blood.

“Hey, Traffy! Where’s all this blood coming from?” “What happened to your arm!” Luffy exclaimed, flipping him onto his back. Law lay limp in my arms, and I cupped his face, desperate to connect with him.

“Law… I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when Doflamingo shot you,” I said, my voice cracking with guilt. Tears spilled down my cheeks as I pulled his head closer to my neck, shaking. “I wish I could have done more. I… I wish I could hear you say anything one more time.”

In that moment, I leaned in and kissed his cheek softly, pouring all my emotions into that brief touch. But just as I was about to pull away, he moved his face, connecting his lips with mine. The kiss stunned me for a moment, leaving me breathless as I processed the reality that he was alive.

“Y/N…” he whispered softly after pulling back, his gaze intense. “That kiss… was long overdue.”

A rush of warmth flooded through me, and I felt a mixture of relief and elation. “You’re alive,” I breathed, my heart racing.

He gave me a faint, reassuring smile, but Doflamingo’s mocking voice cut through the moment. “What a damn shame,” he sneered. In that instant, Law pretended to be dead once more, and Doflamingo took the bait.

“He was holding out 'til you made it!” Doflamingo taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. “He did say you were the miracle worker, Strawhat. I don’t know why he didn’t impress me much when we were fighting.”

Luffy’s determination flared. “Gomu Gomu, Spring Bullet!” he shouted, launching himself at Doflamingo. But Doflamingo effortlessly cast a string attack, blocking Luffy’s strike and sending him back toward us.

“Very close, wow!” Doflamingo laughed, taunting as Luffy landed right beside me. My eyes began to flutter shut from exhaustion, but I fought to stay awake, still holding Law close to me.

“Would you look at that? The princess is holding Law,” Doflamingo jeered, reveling in the moment.

I gently placed Law on the ground, my focus shifting back to Doflamingo. I took a step toward Luffy, ready to grab my blade again, when Doflamingo struck. With a swift motion, he used his strings to grab my wrist, yanking me toward him. My heels dug into the palace floor as I struggled to break free.

“Y/N!” Luffy yelled, trying to pull me back to him.

“Let me go!” I shouted, desperation lacing my voice. But Doflamingo wasn’t done; he seized my other wrist as well, pulling me closer to him.

Doflamingo’s gaze roamed over me, a predatory look in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. “You really think you can fight me?” he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could react, he pressed a lingering kiss against my neck, biting down just enough to claim me. A startled yelp escaped my lips, and I felt his smirk against my skin, a twisted satisfaction in his actions.

“I saw that little display you put on with Law,” he taunted, pulling back slightly to meet my gaze, his eyes glinting with mischief. “It was cute, but you belong to me now.”

I fought against the shudder that threatened to take over. His words only fueled my anger, and I refused to let him have any hold over me. “I’m not yours, and I never will be!” I spat back, determination igniting in my chest. 

“Y/N! Don’t worry, I’m coming!” Luffy yelled, but then he halted, frustration evident on his face.

“Just get him off me!” I shouted, the pressure of Doflamingo’s grip tightening around me, making me bite my lip to suppress a wince.

Doflamingo leaned in closer, his smirk never fading. “You think your precious Strawhat can save you?” he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. I struggled against him, but his hold was like iron.

“Just hold on, Y/N!” Luffy shouted again, his determination fueling my own.

“You’ll be joining your pal, Law in no time,” Doflamingo sneered at Luffy, his grip on me unyielding as he prepared to make his next move. The tension in the air crackled, and I could feel my heart racing.

Law POV… 

10 minutes before

I wish I could've used a different technique. Anything to avoid causing Y/N so much pain when she saw my "lifeless figure," but I needed to buy time. After that first shot, I let myself fall back, switching my body with a subordinate's just in time to keep Doflamingo from noticing. I'll tend to his wounds after.

As soon as I made the switch, something caught my attention—a blue hue lighting up the sky, growing brighter with each strike. What the hell is going on now?! I muttered to myself, trying to catch my breath. It didn’t matter; I had to keep playing my part. I switched back to my original position, lying there, still and cold.

A sudden loud thud shook the ground nearby. Through barely-opened eyes, I saw Y/N. She was struggling, and when she turned toward me, I could see her eyes brimming with tears. It tore at me. Y/N... princess... believe me, I don’t want to cause you any pain.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps and saw Luffy burst back onto the palace floor. Finally, I thought, knowing that Luffy’s arrival meant we still had a fighting chance.

"I knew you'd make it, Captain," Y/N managed to say through her exhaustion. But then, something caught my attention. I felt her presence—Y/N, moving closer to me.

"Law," she whispered, her voice shaky, filled with anguish. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to respond, not to hold her, but I had to keep pretending.

"Hey, Traffy! Where’s all this blood coming from?" “What happened to your arm!” Luffy’s voice cut through as he crouched down, trying to figure out what happened.

I remained still, eyes shut. Then, I felt Y/N’s hands—those trembling, gentle hands—cupping my face. Her touch, even in the chaos, sent warmth through me. Y/N, my princess...

Hearing her start to blame herself was unbearable. She thought she couldn’t help, thought she wasn’t doing enough. I wanted to tell her how wrong she was. She pulled me closer, her scent intoxicating, even in the midst of battle. I almost lost control, my instincts screaming to hold her, kiss her, tell her how much she means to me.

"I wish I could’ve done more..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

Oh, but you have, Y/N. You don’t know the effect you have on me. Ever since that day I first learned about her, before Sabaody... hearing all the stories about her joining the Strawhats. Then, the day I saw her up on that auction house stage—so fierce, so determined. I remembered the moment I used my powers to shamble her away from Blackleg, and how she stood in front of me. I can’t help but look back on that.

Then, without warning, I felt Y/N’s soft lips press against my cheek. That’s it. I turned my head just enough, and our lips met. The shock in her touch was palpable, but I didn’t care. This kiss was long overdue. She pulled away, and I whispered, only for her to hear, “Y/N... that kiss was long overdue.”

Her tears welled up again, but this time, she whispered back, her breath shaky, "You're alive." 

Present time…

"Y/N! Don't worry, I’m coming!" yelled Strawhat, his voice full of determination as he charged forward, eyes locked on her.

"Just get him off me!" Y/N shouted, her voice strained as she struggled against Doflamingo’s grip, trying to hold her own.

Luffy was about to leap into action when I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, "Strawhat... wait."

He paused mid-step, glancing back at me with confusion written all over his face. He was ready to fight, to throw everything into saving Y/N. But he had to listen.

"Listen carefully..."

Y/N POV… 

I struggled in Doflamingo’s grip, but every time I moved, his hold tightened like a vice. Each squeeze sent a burning sensation through my body, making it hard to breathe. Damn it... I thought, fighting the urge to cry out. But it was no use—he knew exactly how much pain to inflict without letting me pass out.

Doflamingo laughed, his voice a sickening sound in my ears. My eyes caught sight of Trebol, still on his left, bearing the injuries I managed to inflict earlier. But it wasn’t enough, not by a long shot. Damn, I thought again, frustration gnawing at me.

As if reading my mind, Doflamingo’s mocking voice cut through the tension. "The Birdcage that surrounds the kingdom... it’s shrinking, bit by bit," he sneered, glancing at Luffy as if daring him to act.

My voice strained, coming out barely above a whisper. "What?"

His smirk widened. "It'll take about an hour before this whole kingdom is done for."

"You bast—" My words were cut short as he squeezed harder, the air in my lungs forced out in a gasp. The pressure was overwhelming, my body trembling from the sheer intensity of his grip.

"Save that gasp for later, princess," Doflamingo whispered menacingly in my ear. "I’ll give you something to really gasp about."

I gritted my teeth, refusing to let him see just how much his words affected me

Every move I made only caused Doflamingo’s grip to tighten further, the pain searing through my body like fire. My breathing grew more labored, and I gasped, feeling my strength fading. His laughter echoed in my ears, a cruel reminder of just how much control he had over the situation.

"I won’t spare a single rotten life in this kingdom. They aren’t worth a single thing to me," Doflamingo sneered, his voice dripping with malice. I gritted my teeth, refusing to let him see how much his words affected me, though it was getting harder to hold on.

“Every building, every person, animals, your little allies... and finally, you.” His words were directed at Luffy now, but I felt the pressure intensify as if he was using me to make his point. I coughed, blood staining my lips, and my vision blurred from the pain. "It’ll all die," he added, sending a chill down my spine.

"Although..." he continued, twisting the knife, "I suppose some of your friends are already dead. The good doctor died a couple of minutes ago." My head throbbed, and the world around me spun. My heart pounded in my chest, my strength slipping away as I turned my head, struggling to focus on Luffy.

“Luffy...” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper, fighting the crushing sensation in my chest.

“Hang on, Y/N!” Luffy shouted back, his voice giving me a sliver of hope amidst the chaos. I tried to hold onto that.

Doflamingo smirked. “So much for your pirate alliance with Traffy.” He tightened his grip one final time before dropping me. I hit the ground hard, gasping for air as the burning sensation of oxygen filled my lungs again. I coughed, blood spewing from my mouth, but the pain didn’t stop.

“Trebol, take the princess,” Doflamingo ordered coldly.

Just as Trebol reached out to trap me in his sticky goo, a figure appeared in front of me.

“Sorry, but nobody is dying here except you!” It was Law, his voice like a lifeline. He moved with swift precision, landing a Gamma Knife directly into Doflamingo’s chest. The electric green hue crackled through the air, tearing through Doflamingo’s insides.

Before I could process it, I felt something gently wrap around me. “I got you, Y/N.” Luffy’s voice brought me back, his arms supporting me.

“Luffy...” I muttered, trying to get back to my feet. My body trembled, barely able to keep up with the intense battle unfolding around us.

Law’s Gamma Knife had done significant damage. The green hue of his attack electrified the area, leaving Doflamingo staggered. I clutched my sides, trying to stabilize myself. Trebol’s desperate cry filled the air: "Doffy! You’re a king! A king never falls to his knees!"

I couldn’t help but smirk, despite the pain. “Well, looks like there’s a first for everything,” I said, voice shaky but defiant.

Luffy launched a Gomu Gomu no Jet Stamp, sending Doflamingo crashing into the palace wall. I dragged myself toward Luffy and Law, still catching my breath. “You guys...” I panted. “Could have told me you had a plan.”

Luffy laughed sheepishly, scratching his head. “Yeah, sorry about that.”

Law, though exhausted, crawled toward Doflamingo with determination burning in his eyes. “Traffy...” Luffy called out, concerned.

“Let me do it,” Law said, breathing heavily. I wanted to tell him to stop, to take it easy, but he was too stubborn. “It has to be me who ends this,” he muttered, crawling with only one hand.

“Room,” Law whispered, creating a blue orb around Doflamingo and himself. “It’s over, Doflamingo! The Gamma Knife destroyed your internal organs... take my word for it because I’m a doctor.”

Trebol lunged to attack Law, but Luffy was faster, knocking him down with one punch. “Nice one, Captain,” I muttered, still struggling to breathe.

I reached for one of my hidden blades, the white hue glowing faintly. As I gripped it, I felt my breath coming back, albeit slowly. Doflamingo began to laugh, a sickening sound that sent chills through me.

Law unleashed a Counter Shock, his attack hitting Doflamingo’s abdomen with electric force. “Is it... over?” I asked, seeing Doflamingo down. But something wasn’t right.

Suddenly, Doflamingo stood back up, seemingly unfazed. “How?” I whispered, shock coursing through me. He grinned, explaining how he could heal his body with strings. My eyes widened in horror as he stepped closer, but before we could react, Trebol snatched both Luffy and me.

“Let us go!” I screamed, struggling in his hold. Trebol slammed us into the palace floor, leaving both of us gasping for air.

Doflamingo loomed over Law, raising his leg to crush him. “I only have a few good minutes left,” I muttered to myself, summoning the white hue of my blade. In a burst of speed, I dashed forward, just as Doflamingo’s foot was about to drop on Law.

“Damn it!” Law shouted, expecting his fate. But I managed to form a small shield just in time, the glowing barrier trembling under Doflamingo’s Haki.

“What’s this?” Doflamingo sneered.

“You won’t hurt him any more,” I yelled through gritted teeth. “I won’t... let you kill him!” I coughed, more blood spilling from my lips.

“Y/N!” Law cried, his voice trembling.

“But why?” he asked, staring at me in disbelief.

I smiled weakly, feeling my strength slipping. “You saved my life back in Punk Hazard... I wasn’t going to let anyone hurt you as long as I live.”

Doflamingo continued pressing against the shield, but it held. “How is she doing this?!” he shouted in frustration.

I chuckled, my body shaking as I shielded Law. “It’s a gift... courtesy of the man who trained me...” I thought of King, and my understanding of the hidden blades he gave me deepened. “King... I think I’m starting to understand these blades you gave me.”

Just as Doflamingo prepared to strike again, Luffy blocked the attack with a powerful force, their clash reverberating through the air. “How dare you stop me, Strawhat!” Doflamingo roared, his Supreme King’s Haki shaking everything around us. The pressure was overwhelming, making it harder for me to keep my focus.

I withdrew my blade, deactivating the shield that had been protecting Law and me. The faint white light from my hidden blade dimmed, shifting into a faint red hue as I carefully slid it back into the halter at my thigh. My chest heaved as I struggled to maintain my breathing, still lying on top of Law, completely spent.

The clash of Haki sent a shockwave through the palace, sending Trebol flying far from us, and pushing both Law and me further away from the battlefield. I landed on Law’s chest, the impact knocking the wind out of me, but he instinctively wrapped one arm around me, holding me close.

“You really are reckless, aren’t you?” Law’s voice was a mix of exhaustion and exasperation, though his grip on me never loosened. He trembled slightly, as if afraid that if he let me go, I might vanish, lost to him forever.

I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, despite the pain coursing through my body. “You should know that by now, Law,” I breathed, my voice barely audible as I tried to steady my breathing. My body felt heavy, like every movement was a fight against gravity, but I knew I had to get back up. Luffy needed help.

As I lay on Law’s chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath me, a part of me wanted to stay there—to rest, to let everything fade away. But I couldn’t. Not when so much was still at stake. Not when Luffy was fighting with everything he had against Doflamingo.

I shifted slightly, trying to push myself up. “I have to help him...” I muttered, my arms shaking as I tried to lift myself off Law. Luffy needed me.

Law tightened his grip around me, his eyes filled with concern.

Just then, Luffy landed another kick, his Haki surging around him like a storm. Doflamingo barely managed to block it, the impact reverberating through the air. The intensity of their battle was palpable, each punch exchanged feeling like a thunderclap.

“Come on, Luffy!” I urged under my breath, my heart racing as I witnessed Luffy’s determination. He landed a solid kick to Doflamingo’s abdomen, followed by a fierce punch and an uppercut that made the king of the underworld stagger.

But Trebol’s laughter cut through the tension like a knife, grating and cruel. “Why the hell are you laughing?” I snapped, frustration boiling over. Doflamingo’s laughter echoed with malicious glee, sending a chill down my spine.

“What is going on?” I muttered, feeling a knot of dread forming in my stomach. Just as I finished speaking, Doflamingo unleashed a swift kick, and Luffy tried to block it, but it sent him flying toward us.

"Luffy!" I yelled, panic surging as I watched Luffy hurl through the air. He quickly got back up, but now he faced Trebol, who launched another attack, trapping him in his sticky goo. "What... what is this?!" Luffy shouted in frustration.

Trebol laughed maniacally. "This is just sad! You never stood a chance against Doffy!" he mocked.

"Luffy!" I screamed, trying to stand, but Law held me in place. "Don’t! You’re too spent," he warned.

"I need to help!" I protested, struggling to rise as my blades emitted a faint red glow.

Trebol turned to us. "Now, where were we? Oh yeah! Stomping Law’s face!" he sneered as he made his way over. Doflamingo followed, his eyes locked on us.

I was about to reach for my blades, feeling a new energy coursing through them. The red hue was different, charged with something powerful.

"Hey! Don’t ignore me!" Luffy yelled, thrashing against the goo. "We were having a fight!" He struggled to break free, yelling, "Let me go, you weirdo! Why are you so icky?!"

I could feel my energy draining, but I forced myself to get into a stance, panting heavily. "Law’s right... I can’t keep up..." I thought, but I clenched my fists and prepared for another move.

Luffy launched punches at Trebol, but he kept regenerating. "What?! That’s not right! Armament Haki should work on a Logia!" Luffy exclaimed in frustration. “Bahaha who said I’m a logia type.” said Trebol laughing.

Law, breathing ragged, whispered, "Ignore him... he's trash."

"Trash?!" Trebol roared, insulted. Law taunted him more, enraging Trebol.

I chuckled, leaning closer to Law. "Looks like you took a page from my book," I whispered to him. "You're half-dead—what do you know?!" Trebol snapped, fuming. "We run the family! The family runs Dressrosa!" he continued, his pride clearly wounded.

"Seems like you're compensating for something..." I teased, smirking as Trebol lost his composure.

"Stick Stickem Launcher!" Trebol roared, trapping both Law and me. "Not this again..." I groaned, struggling to free my legs.

"You cheater! Fight someone who can actually fight!" Luffy shouted, still trying to break free.

Trebol stormed toward us, Doflamingo’s warning falling on deaf ears. I grinned as I saw my plan coming together. "Come closer," I thought.

"You’re done!" Trebol growled, raising his sceptor toward Law. "I'm going to shove this down your throat! Say goodbye, Law!" he threatened.

I seized the moment. "Now!" I thought, grabbing Trebol’s scepter with my right hand. "What the—?!" Trebol gasped in shock. Pain surged through me as I winced, my palm still carrying the open wound from before. The raw skin burned against the scepter, but I held firm, refusing to let go.

"Now, Tact!" Law commanded, slicing Trebols abdomen. The red hue around my hand electrified the air as Trebol’s goo began to slide off.

"That’s why my punches weren’t working!" Luffy said. As he watched Trebol’s goo starting to come off. "He’s super skinny under all that goop!"

Trebol clutched his abdomen, shaking from the pain. "Damn you, Law!" he shouted, enraged.

Law and I were still trapped by the goo, but I held firm, gripping the scepter tighter. Blood from my wounded palm slid down the scepter, mixing with the flammable goo. I smirked through the pain, glaring at Trebol. "Trebol, you're really dumb," I said, voice trembling but steady. "You didn’t realize it, but as I grip this scepter, you’ll be electrified." The red lightning began to crackle around us, growing more intense. I clenched my jaw, feeling the energy surge. "I... wonder," I continued, still gripping the scepter as the blood slid down, "what happens when lightning hits metal... covered in flammable goo?"

"You’ll kill us both!" Trebol screamed, trying to pry my hand off the sceptor.

"It’s a price I’m willing to pay," I said.

Luffy swooped in, grabbing both Law and me, wrapping us in his arms to get us out of the palace. "Let go!" Trebol screamed as he tried to shake me off.

"Now... Crimson Bolt! I yelled as the red lightning surged through the air, striking Trebol and setting him ablaze. The fiery light ignited everything in its path, including the flammable goo coating him. I released my grip just in time as a massive explosion engulfed the palace in a deafening roar. Luffy wrapped his arms around Law and me, yanking us from the inferno just before it consumed us whole.

"Y/N! Are you okay?" Luffy asked, but my consciousness began to fade. Law’s voice blurred as I drifted in and out. "Y/N!" Luffy called once again, still holding me tightly.

Luffy, now seeing Robin approach from the Flower field, calls for her.

“Robin!! Y/N and Law held their own against Mingo!" I heard Luffy's voice as we landed. "Y/N defeated Trebol! But they're both hurt—badly!" he added, urgency clear in his tone.

Barely conscious, I whispered to Luffy, "Captain... he’s all yours now."

Luffy launched us toward Robin, who caught us gently in her Spider Net. "Don’t worry... I’ve got you," Robin said softly, cradling me in her arms. I turned to look at her, a faint smile on my lips despite the blood dripping down. "Ro..bin," I croaked weakly, my voice barely audible.

"Hey, Nico! Don’t butt in!" Doflamingo’s voice rang out. "I’ll teach that princess a lesson!" His words blurred as consciousness slipped further. The last thing I heard was the sound of string bullets and someone stepping in to protect us.

Law POV… 

My mind was racing. Y/N… she had done the impossible. Not only did she shield me from Doflamingo's stomp, but she also managed to defeat one of his top executives. Her words echoed in my head, over and over.

"It's a price I am willing to take."

She had said that just before setting the whole palace ablaze with red electricity. I couldn’t believe it. Even in her condition, she’d risked everything to protect me… to protect all of us. As we landed on Nico Robin’s Spider Net, her back was pressed against my chest, and I could feel her erratic breathing. "She’s spent!" I thought. Robin cradled her head in her arms, and even though Y/N was exhausted and injured, she still managed to smile at Robin.

I turned toward her. “Y/N…” I whispered, barely able to form the words.

A voice echoed from afar. “What happened to Law-san’s arm? And the princess?” someone asked, clearly worried for our condition.

“Nico Robin, I don’t want you butting into our fight! I’ll teach that princess a lesson!” Doflamingo sneered, launching string bullets at us. Luffy leapt to block the attack, but before he could, Cavendish intervened.

"Precious Metal Axe!" Cavendish yelled, blocking the bullets.

“Come on, Strawhat!” he urged.

“Hey, Cabbage! Take everyone and get off the plateau!” Luffy shouted as he engaged Doflamingo one-on-one. “I’m leaving my friends in your hands!”

Cavendish looked stunned. "My goodness… he trusts me… not only trusts... respects... Popularity!" he cried.

Kyros inspected my severed arm. “Leo, do you think you can do something?” asked Kyros to Leo, from the tontatta tribe “Those cuts look ragged. If I can sew him up, that should do it,” he said.

“And then I can heal him with my watering can,” added one of the little people.

“No...” I muttered, my gaze falling on Y/N, still in Robin’s arms but stirring. “Please… help... the princess first.” I tried to point, my strength failing. Leo looked toward her, and Rebecca gave me a faint smile.

“Let’s get to safety first, like Lucy said, and then we can fix you guys up,” Rebecca replied.

Tears welled in my eyes as I begged. "Please... do something."

“Bartolomeo! Make me some stairs, quick!” Cavendish shouted, trying to get Bartolomeo’s attention. "Are you listening to me, nitwit? Nico Robin and the princess need stairs! Just do it already!"

Cavendish picked me up, carrying me while Robin held Y/N. I grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Stop... put me down... leave me here,” I said, my voice trembling. “For the past 13 years, the only thing I’ve lived for is killing Doflamingo.” I clutched Cavendish tighter. "All that's left is to have faith in Strawhat. If he wins, I want to be there to see it. If he doesn’t… then I need to be there and die alongside him."

I tried to pull myself up, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Y/N stirring, her eyes slowly opening. “Robin... I have to help Luffy,” she whispered, still fighting off her injuries.

“What are you saying?!” Robin gasped.

“Please… I have to be there for Luffy...” Y/N’s voice was weak, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N...” I whispered, barely able to move.

I clutched onto Cavendishes arm once more, “I got straw hat into this mess, I have to see it through.” I said, my voice firm despite the pain coursing through me.

“Traffy,” Robin began, her voice steady, “captains of a true pirate alliance are on equal footing. Luffy is here of his own free will. If he didn’t want to fight, he’d refuse.”

“Robin…” Y/N struggled, trying to get Robin to put her down.

Cavendish laid me on the ground, placing my sword and severed arm beside me. “Nico Robin, you go ahead,” he urged.

“Wait...” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “Don’t take Y/N… Leo said he’d help her!” I groaned, my body trembling.

Robin hesitated, torn between us. "I..." she began.

“It’s okay, Robin…” Y/N whispered, her voice strained. “Leo’s going to fix me. I... I promise I’ll make it through,” she said, coughing, her determination still flickering.

“Ms. Robin! Princess! I heard you needed a way down! Barrier Ability!” Bartolomeo shouted.

Cavendish sat down beside me. “I’ll stay here. If you die today… it'll be after me,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

“Cabbage, if I leave Y/N with you…” Robin’s voice was filled with worry, “promise you’ll take care of her until Leo can help?”

Cavendish nodded firmly. “You have my word.” 

“Robin... thank you,” Y/N whispered, smiling at her as she placed a hand on her cheek, conveying a bond of love and respect. “Please, Y/N, stay safe,” Robin urged, her voice filled with concern. She carefully set Y/N down next to me while Cavendish settled on the other side, ready to protect us.

Cavendish handed Robin his jacket. “I’ll return this the next time I see you.” With a determined look, Robin headed toward the stairs, leaving us.

I turned to Y/N, our faces inches apart. “So close yet so far,” I thought, my heart heavy with dread.

“Law…” Y/N whispered, her voice fragile yet resolute. “I know Luffy can do this…”

“Y/N, you’re reckless!” I whispered-yelled, tears escaping down my cheeks. “You can’t keep pushing yourself like this! Going against Doflamingo, Trebol… using up your energy—how can you keep fighting?”

Her gaze was steady, a mix of relief and something deeper that I struggled to understand. 

With a soft smile, Y/N slowly lifted her hand and touched my cheek, her warmth grounding me in the chaos. She didn’t need to say a word; her eyes conveyed everything I needed to hear.

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SHELTERED HEARTS (oneshot)

(BELLAMY BLAKE X MALE READER)

⋆★ word count : 691

⋆★ warnings : N/A

⋆★ summary : Bellamy and reader go on a scavenging mission, but their journey takes a turn when they stumble upon a mysterious bunker!!!

⋆★ extra : 3rd pov is the loml tbh, rewatching the 100 rn i’m only on season 1 but getting back into it fast lol

Bellamy Blake and (M/N) roamed the desolate wasteland, their eyes keenly searching for any signs of resources that could sustain their people's survival. For days, they forged ahead, their solidarity unwavering despite the unforgiving landscape that loomed before them.

Under the scorching sun, their steps echoed through the empty plains, with only the winds of uncertainty to accompany them. The silence between them was neither awkward nor uncomfortable, but rather a testament to their unspoken bond and shared trust.

Then, in the distance, a glimmer of hope beckoned them forward. A metallic shine caught their attention, capturing their curiosity and fueling their expedition. With renewed determination, they hastened their pace, drawn to the enticing unknown ahead.

As they approached, Bellamy's eyes widened with intrigue. Before them lay a weathered and forgotten metal door, seemingly guarding secrets accumulated over years. (M/N)'s heartbeat quickened with anticipation as Bellamy, ever-vigilant, pushed the door open, revealing a hidden passage leading underground.

Guided by the soft illumination of their flashlights, they descended, their steps echoing through the dimly lit bunker. It was as if they had stumbled upon a sanctuary, untouched by time itself. The air whispered tales of survival, and the shelves lining the walls were laden with provisions, medicine, and survival gear.

Bellamy's gaze shifted between (M/N) and the precious supplies that lay before them. A flicker of relief and gratitude danced in his eyes, mirroring the emotions pulsing through both their hearts. It was more than just sustenance they had discovered; it was a sanctuary offering safety and a renewed hope for the future. After ensuring the distribution of supplies, Bellamy and (M/N) found themselves with a moment of respite inside the hidden bunker.

The shelves weren’t only lined with gear but also had forgotten gadgets, relics from the past that piqued their curiosity. An impish smile played on Bellamy's lips as he glanced at (M/N).

"Think any of these things still work?" he asked, eyes flickering with mischievous excitement. (M/N) chuckled and exchanged a knowing look, ready to indulge Bellamy's curiosity.

They began rummaging through the assortment of gadgets, dusting off the layers of neglect. Bellamy found an old cassette player, and with a glint in his eye, he pressed a button, revealing a long forgotten melody. The crackling sound of music filled the bunker, transporting them to a time before chaos had reigned.

(M/N) decided to join the fun, stumbling upon an ancient video game console. His smile widened, and he immediately plugged it in, eager to experience a sensation of gaming but it didn’t come. But turns out the old piece of junk didn’t work after 97 years untouched.

As the duo played, their competitive banter filled the air, a refreshing respite from the weight of responsibility that had been placed on their shoulders. They let go of their worries, finding solace and connection within these remnants of a world left behind.

The atmosphere in the bunker grew electric as they exchanged playful glances and lively laughter. They’re cheerful demeanours turning into something of an unspoken desire simmering beneath the surface. They moved closer, their shoulders brushing, creating sparks where their bodies touched.

With an unspoken understanding, their eyes locked, their demeanours shifting into something deeper. Slowly, they leaned in, lips meeting in a gentle, lingering kiss. As their kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still, They reveled in the sweetness of the moment, cherishing the intimacy they had found amidst the chaos outside of being on the ground.

Eventually, they pulled away, their foreheads resting against each other. Their breath came in soft, synchronic rhythm, their very souls feeling anchored to one another. They smiled at eachother, taking in one another but before they got carried away they remembered what they came here for.

So with urgency and care, they gathered what they could carry, ensuring that their people would have a fighting chance in this unforgiving place. As they emerged from the depths of the bunker, the weight of their findings in their arms, Bellamy and (M/N) felt a renewed sense of something, for eachother.

Back at camp, they distributed the supplies, ensuring a fair share for all. Both giving eachother mischievous smile, before going back into Bellamy’s tent together that night.

[mywifeymax]

Nothing left(Bellamy Blake x Reader) Part 13 Season 2

Y/n pov:

Nothing was looking up for us as the army Clarke had left us for us to fight *I turned to Bellamy as I had tears roll down my cheeks as he pulled me into a hug* "We will make it through I promise I promise I won't let anything bad happened to you"Bellamy said softly

*Seeing a door me and the others walked up to it before opening it and we saw Clarke and Octavia standing there I ran over to Clarke as I hugged her tightly* "We need to get maya up to level five"Jasper said to which we all agreed for Octavia and Jasper to take her

"Danta helped us before maybe he can help again"I told them "going straight in there is risky we all know this"Clarke said "And that's something I am willing to make"I said "I am coming with you Clarke and Monty needs to stay here"Bellamy said to which we nodded

*entering inside the room we saw Dante turn to us with a anger expression on his face* "Please tell your son to stop all of this"I said with a begging tone "why would help you when you could have killed my people today"He said with digested at us "we had to do it we had to do if for our people"I said "And I'll do what is right for mine"He said "fine then Bellamy take him by force"I said to which he only nodded

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*Getting back to the controls room with Dante we saw everyone in the room I looked at the screen to see Kane and Abby as Raven screamed out in pain* "Give me the radio"I said "Are you sure?"Clarke asked "now"I said

*After getting the road I breath in before pressing the on button* "Give Cage your radio now"I said with demanding in my tone "why should I do that?"The guard asked "Because I said so"I said with that the guard only rolled his eyes before handing Cage his radio

"Who is this?"Cage asked "You know who this let's make a deal shall we?"I asked "And what deal is that?"Cage asked "You let my go and your father live"I said "How do I know you have my father?"Cage asked

*walking up to dante I held the radio up* "Son don't let them win son do what is best for our people"Dante said to which cage side went quiet "Last chance Cage let our people and your father walks freely please don't make me do this"I said as tears ran down my cheeks "I have no choice"Cage said

*Grabbing my gun out I shot Dante in the head as I press off the button on my radio as I broke into tears as Bellamy held me so I didn't hit the floor*

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"Put Abby on the table now"Cage said emotions in his voice everything was a mess now and Monty kept coding into he finally stopped "what is it what's wrong?"I asked "Nothing is the lever is ready all you guys need to do is pull it"Monty said I knew my sister wasn't going to be able to do it

*Looking at the screen I sniffled as I walked to the lever as I placed my hand ontop of It as Bellamy and Clarke joined me as I made eye contact with Bellamy* "Together"He said *I nodded* "together"I said before we pulled it

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*walking next to Bellamy I sniffled as I let my tears run down my eyes as we made it outside of the ark's gate I hugged everyone before turning to Bellamy* "I need a drink after everything care to join me inside?"He asked "I'm not going inside"I said "what are you talking about?"He asked "I can't forget what I did today"I said "You did It for our people"Bellamy said "And if I look at our people then It will remind me on how I got them back I am sorry bell"I said softy "where will you go?"He asked "I don't know but I can't stay here"I said "May we meet again"He said as tears roll down his cheeks as mine did the same "we will"I promised him

-------To be continued-----

[imagineblogsstuff]

Imagine: they found out why you were send to earth

This will be in third person pov.

She was in her cell when she heard two guard coming in, a guard has something in his hands. She scan over his hands and she saw that he hold a box.

"Prisoner 2-3-4 face the wall" the guard told her, as she slowly turn around and she was now facing the wall. What the hell was happening.

"What's going on? Are you going to gloat me? I can't die yet. I'm not 18" She said as she look to see that the other guard that wasn't holding her put something out of the box. Wristband. Gosh. How much she hated to be tied up.

"What the hell are you doing?" This time she yelled when she saw that the guard came to put it on her wrist. She fought and fought against the guard but in the end she couldn't. So the last thing she remember from the last time her eyes were open was that one guard injected her with something. She swore one day she would beat the shit out of this guard.

When she woke up she couldn't move. Her arms and legs were tied up to a chair. And when her eyes open she saw other's people here too. Kids. Her age, what the hell were they planning to do with them?

"Y/n?" She heard a timid voice asking her next to her, when she turn to who the person was her eyes widen. It's was Octavia Blake. Her best friend since Y/n saved her. She helped Bellamy from keeping Octavia a secret. But after y/n got arrested for what she did, Octavia got too. Because the guard found out about her and they floated her mother.

"Octavia? Oh my god! What the hell are you doing here? How! Why did you get arrested?" Y/n asked as she asked every question that came up in her head when she saw Octavia the girl who she swore to protect. Octavia was about to answer when the dropship that to shake, and then after 5 minutes it stopped.

"Octavia are you okay?" Y/n asked as she free herself from the sit and went to help her friend up. Octavia smiled at her.

"I'm fine y/n. Don't worry let's go downstairs." Octavia said as she took y/n's hand and dragged her downstairs where everyone else was

"Stop!you can't open the door. The air could be toxic!" A blonde girl said as she saw a boy that was about to open the door of the dropship.

"If the air toxic, then we're all dead." The boy said and y/n immediately know this voice it belongs to the only and only Bellamy Blake. Octavia let go of y/n hand and she took a step forward toward her brother.

"Bel?" Octavia asked shy as she was now in the front line, y/n still stayed hidden.

"Oh my god O! Look how big you got." Bellamy said as he open his arms to give his little sister a hug. He hasn't seen her in so long. Try hugged and they talked until a voice interrupted them again.

"Where's your wristband ?" The blonde girl asked as she saw that Bellamy didn't have the same wristband she has. Y/n look down to her wrist only now noticing the wristband that she has on it. The one that that guard come in her cell with.

"Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in years" Octavia said as she pull away from Bellamy looking directly at the blonde hair. Y/n could swear Octavia send the girl a death stare.

"No one has a brother!" A girl said and this time it was y/n's turn to send the girl a death stare, it's was the girl next to her so y/n "accidentally" hit her over her arm. The girl winced and she look at y/n with a confused look on her face

"Would you shut your mouth already?" Y/n said as this time she was the one stepping forward, Octavia went to jump at the girl but Bellamy hold her back, and he look at the girl he thought he wouldn't never see again.

"O no! Let's give them something else to remember you by." Bellamy said as he finally took his eyes of y/n and look at his sister who looked at him weird. She saw how his body language shifted uncomfortable when he look at y/n.

"Yeah, like what?" Octavia asked but Bellamy didn't answer, y/n did.

"Like being the first person on earth in 100 years." Y/n said and this time she open the doors, the sun immediately hitting her in her face. She covered her eyes but then put down her palm from her eyes to look around. Everything was so beautiful. Octavia stepped forward and then she stepped on the ground. Officially Octavia Blake was the first girl to ever put her feet on the ground in 100 years. Y/n was smiling like a proud mom watching her kid, and Bellamy also wore a big smile on his face. He was glad Octavia was happy.

"We're back bitches!" Octavia yelled as she pull her arms up. Everyone else run on the ground. Everyone jumped and dance around. It's was happiness all around, until it wasn't. Y/n suddenly heard two mens voices arguing she recognizes one of it. John Murphy. Her ex.

"We're just trying to figure out we're we are!" Wells the son of Jaha said as he was arguing with Murphy.

"We're on the ground it's that good for you?" Bellamy asked as he look at Wells. Memories being to come back into his head about what he did not hours ago to his dad. Y/n didn't know how it happened but suddenly Murphy and Wells were fighting.

"Why don't you pick someone on your own Murphy?" Y/n asked stoping her ex boyfriend from beating the shit out of Wells. Murphy look shocked from seeing the girl. He didn't expect her to be down here.

"You're that girl!" Y/n heard a voice yelling

"Yea! Yea! You're her! The girl that killed her own parents and then buried them. And then also tried to kill Jaha." The person said and everyone around them gasped. Even Bellamy himself. He sure as hell didn't expect that shit. Octavia face went pale, and Murphy also had a shocked expression on his face. He didn't know. So that's why he couldn't find her anywhere on the Ark anymore. She got arrested because she killed her own family. What a shock. Y/n look around and saw that everyone expect Bellamy, Octavia, and Murphy were sending her disgusting looks. With one last look at Octavia and Bellamy she left. Well that was a good start, wasn't it ?

[lexinoctura]

I am telling you, my favorite part in writing is, when I can write letter or diaries, or monologue! Anything where the person isn't focused on what they are saying, and just saying what they feel, want or think.

That stream of consciousness is so amazing and gives me the freedom to just wonder off every once in a while, repeat myself over and over again, begin every other sentences with "you know", …

And writing letters to Clarke from Bellamy's POV is just the best!

I mean (excerpt from what I am currently writing):

She is stubborn and lately loves the word “no”, but at the same time, I can see parts of me in her, you know? Yes, I am fully aware that I can be a stubborn dick (wasn’t that the words that you used?). […] Damn, that sounds so cheeses, doesn’t it? But it’s the truth.

and it just works, you know?

LOVE IT!

[leahsflwer]

Monty Green imagine - “bad dream”

Warning: smut (partly), ANGST, FLUFF, adult content, harsh feelings, tears

Roles: Monty x Y/N

Monty POV (Dream)

Walking down to the same spot I usually see Y/N reading under the sunlight i see her, but she wasn’t laying there enjoying the sun or her book with a smile. Instead she was sitting on Jasper’s lap kissing him.

Quickly I woke up with tears falling from my eyes, hearing Bellamy walk in and I tried to wipe them away acting fine, which seemed to work as Bellamy asked me to continue on the Walkie-Talkies for him and Clarke (on their next mission). I nodded at him and got up going to my work desk starting my work, but each screw reminded me of my dream and I felt my chest aching. Finally deciding to grab a drink.

Leaving my tent and walking past the campfire seeing Finn making stupid faces to make people laugh. Bellamy walking around shirtless per usual and then by the water hall I saw what made me grip my bottle tighter. Jasper and Y/N laughing about who knows what.

Chatting and being close. Jasper turning around and waving at me, I just smiled and turned back for my water. Holding up my water bottle and sighing. Walking back to my desk and laying my head on the table feeling upset, I felt as if my dream was real, it hurt me as I’ve liked Y/N for so long. I tried my hardest to work and forget it but my hands were so shaking and I continued to mess up making me angry and throw it all on the floor realising my mistake trying to pick it up, finally understanding I just ruined it more making me just fall to the floor flat, crying harder than before when I first woke up feeling hurt.

I could here my fathers voice echoing in my mind to stop being a baby and man up but my heart felt too weak to stop, my body was aching and I felt sick inside. My mother raised me to be strong but now here I am, weak on the floor over a dream and possibly even the truth.

Y/N’s POV

Jasper was telling me a stupid joke when Monty came past filling up his bottle, Jasper waving at him but Monty gave the weakest smile, he looked hungry, tired and overall not well.

I grabbed my food for the day and wrapped some up for later keeping the best for Monty, heading over to his tent watching as Jasper jumped at John scaring him and me just laughing it off. Standing by Monty’s tent which was the furthest away, hearing sniffles and gasping almost.

“Monty..” I whisper and see him on the floor crying as he tries to pick things up

“Monty.. what’s wrong?” I ask and kneel down in front of him picking up his things

“N-Nothing.. I’m fine...” He sniffled which was a clear lie making me shake my head

“No you’re not fine Monty. Now sit on the chair and tell me what’s wrong.” I said in a stern tone

He sat down on the seat looking up at me as I looked down at him with a worried look, wiping his tears away. A stupid question running out of his mouth making me make an odd face.

“Are you in love with Jasper?” He asked me

“No. He’s a little goofball.. I much prefer smart people Monty. Why would you think that..?” I felt odd speaking about this

“Oh.. I just well.. I had a dream of you both and.. it just felt so real and I woke up to see you both together laughing per usual without me” Monty sighed making my fist clench

“Monty I’m just gonna be honest.. sure Jasper makes me laugh, but you make me smile every day.. you make me believe in love, you give me butterflies, you make me blush, you turn me on.. especially with your bed hair and morning voice.. your intelligence is so attractive.. Monty you are what I think of 24/7” I spoke out in a loud tone

He looked up at me out of words and I just chuckled hugging him and placing the food for him on the table, his head laying on my chest, I could feel his soft chuckle and it made me happy to know he was cheered up. I kissed the top of his head and looked over at his work.

“Maybe you should take a small break from that to free your mind of stress..?” I smirked, a smirk appearing on his face as he pulled me down onto his lap, feeling everything as I got slammed down onto his lap, my body heating up.

Before I knew it, he was pounding inside me over the desk making me scream his name so everyone knows I’m his, and his alone.



[bellamysgriffin]

All I do is hurt people. I’m a monster.

[lovergurrl411]

--Tonina, "Just Say I Love him"

[okmcintyre]

Clarke and Bellamy meet on the dropship

[poppykru]

[klarkegriffin]

Your heart was glass, I dropped it. I remember it all too well.