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Period Pain - Bellamy Blake

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Word count: 2,345

Published: September 24, 2021

TW: Menstruation, blood, mentions of nausea, some sexist comments, cursing

Spoilers: None

A/N: I wrote this for my lovely friend who is dealing with a rough period. I love you, C, and I hope you feel better🥺 Here is some Bellamy fluff for you! Also, I didn't proof read this, so, sorry for any mistakes!

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♡Masterlist♡

Punching the number code into the keypad, you grumble to yourself as Murphys words ring in your head.

"God, why are girls even allowed on the scouting team? They're always too busy checking their hair. Why don't even need guns to fight off the grounders. We have (Y/N) here to scare them off. Is it just me, or is she crazier than usual today?" Murphys sexist comment was delivered with a smirk.

It probably didn't help your case that in response to Murphys asshole comment, you lunged at him, and hit him hard in the face with your elbow.

"IS THAT CRAZY ENOUGH FOR YOU MURPHY, IS IT?!?!" You had screamed at him.

You would have done some significant damage if Lincoln and Miller hadn't pried you off of Murphy.

"See what I mean? Crazy bitch." Murphy mumbled that last part under his breath, and it was a good thing Lincoln and Miller had both of your arms pinned behind your back, or you would have attacked him again.

"Murphy, enough!" Kane had hissed. He was head of the scouting group today, and it was too damn early for any of this nonsense.

"Murphy, you're on latrine duty." Kane continued, snatching the walkie talkie from Murphys hands.

"What?! That's so not fair!" He retaliated.

"What's wrong, Murphy? Not man enough to do it?" Harper smirked from her post, and Murphy shot her a death glare.

Murphy was still sulking as he walked out of the room, and you breathed a silent sigh of relief that he was gone.

You had to admit, Murphy had some balls saying something like that. Todays scouting group consisted of you, Miller, Lincoln, Monroe, Harper, and Octavia. Any one of you could easily take Murphy on. In fact, Harper had beat him in a sparring match just last night. What drove him to say such a thing was beyond you, but, Murphy usually never thinks before he speaks, so, It didn't entirely shock you.

What you had even done to warrant such a comment was beyond you. You had barely spoken two words to anyone that morning. Your guess was that Murphy was just talking to hear himself.

"(Y/N), you're off too. I want you to go back to your quarters, and get some rest." Kane continued.

The two men let go of you, and you shook your head quickly.

"Sir, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me. I promise, I-"

Kane cut off your apology by holding up his hand.

"(Y/L/N), you're a good kid. I've never had any troubles with you before. Honestly, Murphy had it coming. He's said one too many misogynistic comments. I'm not allowed to punch kids, so, thanks for doing it for me." Kane gave you a small smile, and everyone in the room let out a laugh.

"So, if I'm not in trouble, why are you kicking me out?" You questioned, confused.

"You're pale as hell, (Y/N)." Miller answered for Kane, and Kane nodded in agreement.

"I feel fine." You said.

Okay, that was a lie. You felt like complete garbage. You were nauseous, and achy, and your skin was cold and clammy.

"Seriously, go get some rest. We'll have someone else take over for you." Kane extended his hand to you, beckoning you to hand over your walkie talkie.

You sighed, disappointed that you were missing out on todays scouting mission, but, admittedly, also kind of relieved that you could just go lay down and take a nap.

Everyone shot you looks of pity as you exited the room. You loved scouting missions, and everyone knew it. This was the first time you would ever missed one.

On your walk back to your dorm, you spotted Jackson, who gave you a friendly smile.

"Hey, (Y/N)! I thought you were on a scout?" The doctor took a moment out of his busy schedule to converse with you.

You sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you fought off an approaching headache.

"I was, until they sent me away. Said I looked sick." You used air quotations on the last two words, rolling your eyes.

"I'm gonna be honest. From a medical professionals point of view, you look like hell, (Y/N)." Jackson rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Gee, thanks. Is that your official diagnosis?" You scoffed.

"Just being honest. Come to medical if you start to feel any worse. Drink lots of fluids." Jackson gave you a quick pat on the back as he hurried off to help an injured man who was being carried in.

Your footsteps feel heavy, and you sway a bit to the side. Maybe it was a good thing you were being sent home.

Your boyfriend, Bellamy, was working with Clarke, Abby, and Monty today as they discussed the plans of rationing, and you were grateful he wasn't in your shared room to see you in such a state. He had so much to worry about, and you didn't want to add any stress to his plate.

When you enter your room, you kick off your hunting boots that were just a little too tight. It felt good to have your sore feet be free.

Your queen sized bed that you share with Bellamy is still a mess from the hurry you two were in this morning to get to work. You curl onto Bellamys side of the bed, breathing in his comforting scent of gun powder, and pine.

A deep ache resignates in your abdomen, and you groan, flipping onto your side and curling in the fetal position. Maybe you were catching the nasty stomach bug that was going around Arkadia.

You sigh as the pain eases, and close your eyes as you fall asleep.

***

When you awake, your mouth is dry, and the pain is worse. You remember Jacksons advice on staying hydrated, and sit up to get a glass of water.

You feel wet and sticky, and you wonder if you had sweat through a fever. You groan, and stretch. The clock on the wall says it's 12:15. You've been asleep for almost four hours. Bellamy sometimes comes back to your room for lunch, and you two talk about your day so far.

When you stretch, you feel something warm tricked down your leg, and you freeze in your tracks.

"Shit." You curse as you look down.

Your eyes are met with a dark trail of blood running down to the floor.

You whip around, and gasp when you see the giant blood stain on the white sheets. Bellamy could NOT see this.

You begin tearing the the blankets and pillows off of the mattress, your heart pounding as more blood pools at your feet.

The door gives a beep as it is unlocked and opened. It's too late to remake the bed.

Bellamy walks in, two plates of lunch balancing on his arm. Today, it's mashed turnips, and boiled deer meat.

He smiles as he walks in, but his face falls as he's met with your panicked expression, and the bloody bed sheets.

"Babe, what happened, are you okay?" He quickly sets the food on the desk in the corner of your room, and makes his way to you.

"I-" Before you can even say anything else, tears begin to uncontrollably fall from your eyes, and you break down into sobs.

Of COURSE it's your period.

On the Ark, people with periods were given a shot every three months to stop their period, as the Ark was incapable of providing pads and tampons to everyone. Sometimes, if they were low on the vaccine, you were given menstrual cups, but, in all honesty, that rarely happened.

Now that you were on the ground, there was no way to make the medicine, and Mount Weather had been blown up last week, so those with a uterus were being hit hard and fast with their period.

"Oh, princess." Bellamy took you into his arms, holding you close, and rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

"I'm - I'm sorry. I'll - I'll clean it up." Your words were broken as your emotions ran rampant. You were in pain, and felt sick, and you were so embarrassed.

"No, no, don't even worry about it. You go get in the shower. We'll have some cuddles when you get out. Does that sound nice?" Bellamy whispered in your ear, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You pulled back, shocked by his words.

"You forget I helped raise my sister for 15 years." Bellamy chuckled as he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I picked up some soap and put it in there last night. Take your time." His eyes were kind, and he wiped away your tears with his thumb.

"Thank you, Bell." You whisper.

If you had the energy in you, probably would have burst into tears again right then and there.

The walk to the shower is short. It's only a few feet away, but drops of blood still litter the floor.

You turn on the water, and wait for it to heat up.

As you strip, you almost pass out from the amount of blood in your pants.

Seriously, there was probably enough blood there to heal a dozen mountain men from radiation poisoning.

You take a deep breath in an attempt to control your nausea, and step into the shower. The water feels nice as you let it run over your body, cleaning you of sweat and blood.

The comments from earlier this morning make sense now. Looking pale, the mood swings, the dizziness...

You wash yourself with the soap Bellamy had brought home, and turn up the heat of the water in a desperate attempt to soothe your contracting muscles.

You were in the shower for maybe 10 minutes, just trying to wash away the grossness you were feeling, when you hear a knock at the door.

"Babe, can I come in?" You hear Bellamy on the other side.

"Yeah." Your voice is small, and you hear the door open.

The sliding glass door to the shower is fogged up from the heat of the water, but you can make out Bellamys clothed figure in the doorway.

"I put your pajamas by the fire outside so they could be a little warm. There's also some thick cloth, and clothes pins you can use to make sure you don't bleed through anything." Bellamy sets your clothes on the toilet seat.

"Thank you." You whisper.

Bellamy gives you a smile, a nod, and closes the door.

You stay under the hot water as long as you can until it manually shuts off. There's only so much heating the Ark can power.

You frown as the water turns off abruptly, and quickly dry off before blood can start flowing again.

The cloth and clothespins pinned to your underwear aren't very comfortable, but they're better than nothing, and it gives you some peace of mind knowing that you won't bleed onto the sheets again... hopefully.

The pajamas Bellamy set out for you are a pair of dark sleep shorts, and one of Bellamys shirts.

The warm clothes feel lovely against your skin, and you smile at the small act of kindness your boyfriend thought of for you.

You make sure your soiled pants are in the dirty laundry hamper before you exit the bathroom.

Bellamy isn't in his usual work clothes which consists of a bullet proof vest, and dark pants, and thick and heavy boots. He's wearing a pair of boxers, and an old tee shirt.

"I took the rest of day off of work so I can help take care of you." Bellamy explained before you could speak.

You give a small smile, and cross over to the bed where he's laying on. The sheets are fresh and clean, but he's laid a black towel on your side just incase of any accidents.

"That's sweet, Bell, but you didn't have to do that." You smile, and plop down next to him.

He immediately takes you into his arms, holding you close to his muscular chest.

"Octavia told me what happened today. How you freaked out at Murphy."

You open your mouth again, ready to defend your actions.

"I'm not gonna scold you. The shit probably deserved it." Bellamy chuckled.

You smiled, curling in deeper to his chest.

You liked how nothing was ever too serious with Bell. He didn't pressure you to talk when it wasn't serious.

A sudden wave of pain overtakes your entire body, and you flinch, a small scream protruding from your lips.

"Babe, babe, are you okay?" Bellamys eyes are flooded with worry, as you clench your eyes shit, your face contorted into pure pain.

You curl tightly into a ball, and your hands instinctively go to your stomach, where you wish you could rip out your uterus right then and there.

Bellamy sees where your hands are, and he takes his hands to replace yours. His hands are large, and warm. He gently lifts up your shirt, and begins to massage at the tense muscles  contracting beneath your skin.

"Jesus, babe." He whispers as you whimper at the contact.

"It hurts, Bell." You groan, tears rolling down your cheeks and into your ears.

Bellamys heart breaks at the sight of you. The girl he loves in pain. He would take it all from you in a heartbeat.

"Do you want me to tell you a story?" Bellamy speaks softly as he runs away at a knot in your stomach.

You nod, feeling a little sleepy. The hot shower relaxed your body, and stories always help relax your mind, especially when Bellamy tells them. His voice is just so soothing.

You nod, yawning.

Bellamy begins to tell a story about Aphrodite. He loves telling you stories about the goddess of beauty, because she reminds him so much of you.

You slowly lull off to sleep as Bellamys hands massage away your cramps, and his voice soothes away all of your worries.

♡Masterlist♡

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Imagine being Bellamy’s girlfriend, still being up on The Ark, and finally having contact with him for the first time since he went to earth.

“Bellamy? Oh my god..”

“Shit, Y/N, I thought I’d never hear your voice again.” Bellamy’s voice cracked as he tried to control the lump in his throat and looked down into the ground. The sight of you made him smile and his heart feeling warm but a wave of sadness hit him right after. He wasn’t prepared for what seeing you on the flickering screen would do to him. He was so close to breaking down.

You lifted up your hands to cover your mouth as the sight of your boyfriend breaking down hit you. Tears quickly began streaming down your face as you quietly started sobbing. “I miss you so much..”

Bellamy slowly raised his head again with water filling his eyes so much that everything became a blur. “I need you. I can’t do this anymore without you, Y/N.. I feel like I only make things worse for everyone, I can’t..”

“Bellamy, stop.” You quickly shushed him while taking a deep breath. You wanted to be strong for your man and help him as much as you could behind a screen. “You’re doing the best that you can and that’s all that matters. I know it’s rough down there but I know you can do this, you’re strong, okay baby? You’re so strong and so brave.” You dried your eyes as more tears ran down your cheeks. “I believe in you.”

Bellamy slowly nodded, trying to take in your words and believing in them. He sniffled, trying to force back more tears and looked at you gently smiling to him. He lifted his hand and softly placed it on the screen.

“I love...” The screen flickered repeatedly a few times before turning black which left Bellamy in chock. “Y/N..?”

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"We do whatever the hell we want" _ Portrait and tribute to Bellamy Blake (Bob Morley), my favorite character from #The100 🔥 I really like his character and the incredible development he had throughout the seasons, how he went from being one thing to realize his own faults and becoming a totally different person - but still with the same heart leading him in his decisions. On top of that I have a weak spot for over-protective brothers (season5 a kick in the guts), so yeah. Protect this cinnamon roll at all costs please. I think I will be drawing for a while, ah ah #the100bellamy #bellamyblake #theblakes #bigbrobellamy #bobmorley #cwthe100 #cw #tvseries #portrait #bellamyfanart #the100art #the100fanart #fanart #bellamyblakeart #realism #blackballpen #blackandwhite #sketchbook https://www.instagram.com/p/BtMCtXIBem8/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dozkssvsraep

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Bellamy Blake - “What are you smiling about?”

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Bellamy Blake | "What are smiling about?"

Word Count: 2,138

Published on: Friday, November 13th 2020 (Happy Friday the 13th!)

TW: None

Summary: After Jasper is speared by the Grounders, Bellamy takes you on a walk, to calm you down, proving he's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. Bellamy fluff!!

A/N: I know that when the acid fog came, Bellamy got stuck in the cave but for the sake of the story just pretend he made it back to camp:) ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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"(Y/N), you need to relax." Monty Green, one of your best friends laid his hand on your shoulder as you both stood in the top level of the dropship where Jasper lay, dying.

"Relax? Monty, he's dying." You hissed between clenched teeth.

You knew you weren't helping the situation. In fact, you were making it worse, and you didn't deny it. Monty was just trying to remain as his positive upbeat self.

"He's my friend, too, (Y/N). But worrying about this isn't going to make things any better." Monty replied with a clenched jaw, and tears in his eyes, clearly getting frustrated now.

You sighed, upset that, once again, Monty was right.

Although your constant fretting released some of the fear and anxiety that had built up inside you the last 48 hours, it wasn't a healthy way to express your emotions.

Even if it felt really good punching John Murphy in the face when he threatened to kill Jasper.

"You should go outside. Take a breather." A deep voice spoke from behind you.

Bellamy Blake stood in his stolen guards uniform, his face sporting streaks of dirt, and a concerned frown.

You scowled, appalled by the very idea of it.

"What, so you can kill him? Get it over with? One less mouth to feed? No chance in hell. I'm staying right here." You seethed at the older boy, and crossed your arms over your chest.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, and, dare say a SMIRK tugged at his lips?

He quickly composed himself, and cleared his throat, speaking through chapped lips.

"I told you. No one is killing anyone." Bellamy spoke.

You just laughed, and jabbed your hand in the direction of the ladder where Murphy had nearly succeeded in climbing up, and killing Jasper.

"Yeah? I might believe you if not an hour ago Murphy hadn't been two strides away from slitting Jaspers throat." You seethed.

"I wasn't here. I was out in the fog with Charlotte, I had no control over Murphy or anyone here." Bellamy retorted.

"Will you both shut up?!" Monty hissed, taking both you and Bellamy by surprise. It wasn't often that anyone saw Monty get upset at anyone.

"(Y/N), you need to get outside. It isn't good for you to be in here. The fog has passed. Bellamy will go with you. I'll stay here with Jasper and lock the hatch." The poor Green boy massaged his temples, fending away an approaching migraine.

But this offer still wasn't good enough.

"He'll try and take my bracelet off, Monty. We can't trust - ."

A shiny glisten caught your eye, and you leaped back once you realized that Bellamy had pulled a knife from his boot.

You were prepared to attack, but frowned in confusion when he extended the weapon to you.

"Take it." He spoke.

You blinked, unsure.

Bellamy gave an impatient sigh, and gently placed the knife in your hand.

"That's my only knife. I'm not gonna try and take your bracelet." He explained.

You gripped the knife tightly, and turned to Monty.

"Check him." You nodded towards Bellamy who stood with a dumb founded expression.

"(Y/N) - ."

"Check him, Monty, now." You repeated.

Monty sighed, and turned to Bellamy, who had his eyebrows raised.

Monty gestured for Bellamy to put out his arms to the side so he could pat him down.

Bellamy let out a dry laugh, but allowed Monty to awkwardly pat him down.

"This is ridiculous." Bellamy grumbled.

"You'd do the same if it were Octavia laying there." You reminded him.

Bellamy became quiet, and the energy in the room grew more awkward by the minute.

"He's clear." Monty sighed, turning to you.

"Satisfied?" Bellamy grumbled.

You just rolled your eyes, and walked over to Jasper, whose breathing had become more slow and shallow by the minute.

You brushed away his long shaggy bangs which had become stuck to his forehead with sweat.

Your eyes, frantic with worry met Montys.

"He'll be fine, (Y/N). I'm not gonna let anything happen to him." Monty gently reassured you.

You nodded, and placed a gentle kiss on Jaspers forehand.

"I'll be back soon." You whispered.

You made Bellamy go down the hatch first, and then did a quick sweep around the room to make sure no one was hiding waiting to pounce on Jasper.

"Be safe." Monty whispered.

You gave a curt nod, and climbed down the ladder, holding the knife in your teeth, and making sure to hear the barricade being placed in front of the hatch so no one could get up to Jasper.

"You gave the crazy bitch a knife?" Murphy stood from his seat, and approached Bellamy, his jaw taut.

"Unless you want to be punched in the face again, Murphy, I suggest you shut the hell up." You growled.

Murphy blinked, and took a step away from you.

Bellamy pressed his lips tightly together, suppressing a laugh.

"Let's go." Bellamy cleared his throat, and walked out of the dropship.

You walked a few hundred feet from camp, still in earshot of the loud delinquents building the wall.

Spending your whole life trapped in space, you would think that the ground would be the dream. And, it was.

For a while.

The air didn't taste as sweet as it did two days ago. Maybe the poison fog that just passed had something to do with the air quality, but it just wasn't the same. In fact, you doubted it would ever be the same.

Jaspers moans of agony replayed in your mind like a broken record, and no matter how far you strayed from the dropship, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was calling for you.

"Did you hear something?" Bellamy frowned at you as you repeatedly checked over your shoulder.

You shook your head, and sighed.

"No, sorry. I just keep thinking that I hear... nevermind."

You quickened your pace, and Bellamy jogged up to you.

"Hey," He placed a hand on your shoulder, and offered you a kind smile.

"Your boyfriend is gonna be just fine. Clarke and the others will be back with the poultice soon, and-."

"Wait, wait, what did you just say?" You interrupted him.

Bellamy raised his eyebrows, confused.

"That Clarke and the others will be back soon?" He repeated the last part of his sentence.

"No, no. You called Jasper my boyfriend." You chuckled.

"Is he not?" Bellamy asked.

You laughed for the first time in days.

"No! Jasper is like my brother. So is Monty. I can't believe that... wait, does everyone think we're dating?" You questioned him.

Bellamy looked at you for a second, and shook his head.

"No, no... I was just... I just thought you two... forget it." Bellamy waved his hand and dismissed his explanation.

"That's like me accusing you of dating..."  You frowned, trying to think of someone you had noticed Bellamy spend a lot of time around.

"Of dating who?" Bellamy pressed, gently nudging your arm.

You sighed.

"I don't know. There isn't a girl down here who you haven't slept with. Besides Octavia and Clarke. And Octavia would be illegal." You smirked.

"I haven't slept with you." Bellamy winked.

You opened your mouth, words failing.

"You're gross!" You shoved him to the side, as he laughed.

You walked for a few more minutes before you turned and noticed Bellamy occasionally glancing at you and smiling.

"What are you smiling about?"  You raised an eyebrow.

Bellamy shrugged nonchalantly and fixed his eyes ahead of him.

"You're kind of pretty when you don't have a stick shoved up your ass." Bellamy said.

"Is-is that supposed to be a compliment, orrrr?" You laughed.

Bellamy turned back to look at you, and gave you a second wink.

"Whatever the hell you want it to be."

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks involuntary turning a light shade of scarlet.

"We should probably head back." Bellamy noted.

It's true. You were pretty far from camp. But, truth be told, you were enjoying the quiet. And, Bellamy wasn't too bad of company.

"Can we stay here? Just a little while longer?" Your tone turned out to be a lot more childish than you wanted it to be, but after Bellamy checked over his shoulders a few times, he agreed.

You both sat down at the base of a tree trunk. Your worries were back now in full swing, and you wished you had something to take your mind off of Jasper.

"You're right. I would be acting the same way as you." Bellamy broke the silence.

"What?" You asked, confused.

He hesitated.

"Back at the dropship. You told me I would be acting as suspicious as you were if it were Octavia, and, you're right," His voice dropped to a whisper, and you craned your neck to hear him.

"I know how you're feeling, (Y/N)." He continued, turning to face you.

"What do you mean?" You pressed gently. Surely Bellamy couldn't understand the true terror of watching someone you love and care for so much in so much agony. Not being able to do anything. Nothing like this.

Bellamy hesitated once more.

"Hey. You can tell me." You placed your hand on top of his, and felt him relax.

"When Octavia was little, she got sick. Really sick. We couldn't do anything - my mom and I. If anyone found out about Octavia..."

His words were carried away by a gentle breeze.

"Anyway, she got better, obviously. But I remember. I remember feeling so scared, and so helpless, and... I just want you to know that you're not alone." Bellamy cleared his throat, and moved his hand away from yours.

"We should get back." He stood up, and brushed some dirt from off of his pants.

You nodded, feeling confused. A half an hour ago, you didn't want to leave the dropship, and now, you didn't want to go back.

The trek back was silent to say the least. No playful banter. No flirty winks or remarks.

Once the camp was in sight, something felt off.

It was too quiet.

Yes, campers were being loud and boisterous, and Murphy was busy ordering everyone around, but there was something missing.

No groaning Jasper.

"You okay?" Bellamy frowned, concerned.

You shook your head, your throat growing tight.

"Jasper... what if he's..."

Bellamy looked at the ground, struggling for words of comfort.

Although he had assured you that Jasper was going to be okay, he knew that it was more possible of him dying than surviving.

"You won't have to face it alone." He answered.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and walking into camp.

Your legs were shaking, and it felt like another wave of fog had rolled in affecting your thoughts, your vision, your breathing...

"(Y/N!)!" Finn ran from the dropship to you.

"You're back!" You exclaimed.

Finn nodded, and smiled.

"Jasper... is he..."

"He's asking for you." Finns words startled you. But it was a good startle.

Your face broke into a huge grin, and you turned to Bellamy who looked down kindly at you.

"Go on." Bellamy nodded towards the dropship.

You broke into a run, and scurried up the ladder where Jasper was laying, awake.

"Glad to see you're not a fellow shishkabob." He slurred.

"Jasper!" You took his hand, and held it close to your heart, happy tears streaming down your face.

You stayed with Jasper until it grew dark, and left him to rest.

You were sharing a tent with a girl named Harper, and you were exhausted. The last two days had been sleepless, since you had been worrying so much about Jasper.

You were just a few feet away from your shelter, when you remembered the knife Bellamy had given you.

You made a quick detour, and stood outside of Bellamys tent awkwardly trying to figure out how to make your presence known. Maybe he wasn't even in there.

"Can I help you?" A deep voice sounded from behind you, startling you.

You placed a hand over your pounding heart, and laughed once.

"I just - I just wanted to return this to you." You extended Bellamys knife back to him, and he took it.

"Thanks."

You nodded, standing there for a few more seconds before deciding to walk away.

"(Y/N)?" Bellamy stopped you.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad Jasper is okay."

Your lips curled up into a smile.

"Yeah, me too."

You both stood for a few more seconds, before Bellamy cleared his throat.

"Well... goodnight." He said to you.

You nodded, walking to your tent.

Today wasn't all that bad.

First, you got to punch John Murphy in the face with no consequences, next, your best friend was going to make it, and last, Bellamy Blake wasn't as bad as everyone made him out to be.

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Bellamy Blake Preference - You’re Deaf

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: noorawinter

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Word count: 528

Published: July 26, 2020

TW: Deafness, anxiety, panic attack

Spoilers: None

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Bellamy Blake

Confused was an understatement. Terrified was a better use of words. Of course, everyone else screamed as you were hurled from the sky and onto the ground. The only difference was that they knew what was happening, and you didn't.

Mary was your translator. She had been your entire life up until your imprisonment. Even then, she was there to sign for you when the guards spoke from underneath their masks and you couldn't read their lips. But right now, you had no translator. Just the cold realization that you were about to die.

Although you couldn't tell how loud you were screaming, you could tell it was loud, because your throat began to burn.

Zero-G was upon you, and a few rebellious teenagers unbuckled their harnesses and ventured out to swim in the air.

A boy sat across from you in a guard uniform. Conversation had probably taken place as to why he was even here in the first place, but unless someone signed it out, wrote it down, or spoke slowly, you would never understand what had happened.

The boy snapped in your face, bringing your attention to his lips, which were moving rapidly.

Tears streamed down your face as your breath hitched in your throat.

He spoke again, a frown on his face this time.

Shaking your head, you pointed to your ears.

Are you deaf? He asked.

You nodded.

His brown eyes were full of pity. That was always the case.

He turned to the girl who was next to him, and asked her something.

The girl shook her head, looking at you.

The boy suddenly waved his hands in the air, and seemed to shout.

You caught the words on his lips.

Does anybody know sign language?

All heads around you shook from side to side, and your stomach dropped.

Sign language was hard enough to learn. How will you learn when your instructor is deaf?

The boy snapped his fingers again, and he wore a look of determination on his face.

Can you understand me? He asked.

You nodded.

His lips twitched up into a smile.

Okay, good. What's your name? He asked.

You started to sign out your name, but stopped when confusion swept across his freckled face. You blushed as you remembered that he didn't understand.

His smile was kind as he spoke to you again.

That's alright. I'll figure it out. I'm Bellamy. Bellamy Blake. We're going to earth right now.

Earth? Earth hadn't been survivable for almost 100 years!

Your hands instinctively began to move, signing out your questions, but you stopped, frustrated. So you did the only thing you could do that could convey the proper emotion you were feeling right now.

You cried.

Your cheeks flooded with heat and salty tears trailed into your mouth. You began to wail loudly, and every single head turned to look at you. But you didn't care.

Bellamy's hands were now on your knees, and he softly pulled your fingers from your face which were busy wiping away tears. You struggled to read his lips through the veil of tears.

Hey, hey, it's okay. We're going to be okay. We'll figure this out. I won't let you be alone.

Although you couldn't hear him, you could tell that his words were spoken in a voice full of authority and truth.

And, you believed him.

♡Masterlist♡

[finnsgrin]

Bellamy Blake - “Isn’t this what you wanted?” Part 2

Bellamy Blake x reader

From my Wattpad: inanoncriminalwayy

GIF: heartbellamy

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Word Count: 1,875

Published on: Friday, November 20, 2020

TW: None

Spoilers: None

Summary: S3

A/N: Much requested by my sister, who claimed that the ending of the first part was a cliffhanger. Enjoy. Also, I understand that Miller wasn't with Pike, but I forgot he wasn't when I wrote this, so for the sake of the story just pretend he is apjppsoeods

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Part 1

Bellamy Blake

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Part 2

As if things couldn't get any worse, the moment you got to Harpers door, you remembered that she was out on a supply run with Octavia, leaving her door locked, and you stranded in the hallway with tears in your eyes.

"Damn." You cursed as you racked your brain for the key code.

"Need some help?" A familiar voice sounded behind you.

Monty stood in a guards uniform, the bulletproof material looking strange on him. Never in a million years would you have envisioned him in the guard. Let alone the bad part of the guard.

Anger swelled in you, and although you knew that Monty didn't directly take a role in Lincoln's murder, you still resented him for playing the part and sticking at his Moms side when he knew it was wrong.

"You here to kill me too?" You set down your bag, and stared him straight in the eyes.

Although he was at least a foot taller than you, he still backed up, and pity glistened in his eyes.

"(Y/N), I didn't mean to - ."

"You could have talked some sense into them, Monty!"

"I didn't have a choice!" Monty hissed.

You shook your head, picking up your bag with your few belongings.

"There's always a choice." You whispered as you made your way away from him before you did something you would regret.

Maybe with Kane or Abby as Chancellor, the rules would be different.

Scratch that.

They would definitely be different.

Curfew was 9 pm for every citizen of the Ark, excluding the guard, of course. If you were caught out after curfew, no matter the reason, you were shocklashed if you were over the age of 16.

This new rule, including the shorted curfew, and the extensive punishment were mandated by Pike.

Your eyes scoured the walls of the corridors for a clock, but they were empty. You could tell that curfew was approaching, because little to no people were in the halls, and those who were, were hurrying back to their assigned quarters.

Even if you turned back now, there was no guarantee that Harper was back yet, and there was no way in hell you were going back to your room with Bellamy.

In fact, maybe you would stay out in the halls on purpose. Maybe this would result in you getting shocklashed, and Bellamy would finally open his eyes.

Maybe Bellamy would even be the one to do it to you.

"Weren't you arrested in the first place for being out past curfew?"

Jasper startled you as he spoke, leaning against the frame of his door, bottle of moonshine in hand.

You eyed him.

"Weren't you arrested for stealing booze?" You sneered.

He only laughed, his words becoming more slurred as he downed another gulp of his drink.

"Weed, actually. And if it wasn't for... Monty. Neither of us would have been sent down here in the first place."

It was strange what all could change in the span of a few months.

Jasper and Monty used to be inseparable. They were practically brothers. No one could tear them apart.

But now, Jasper spoke Montys name with venom.

"Aren't you due back at the castle with the King?" Jasper waved his drink at the direction, referring to Bellamy.

"I-." Your words were cut short as Nathan Miller rounded the corner. His eyes widened as soon as he caught sight of the both of you.

"Are you trying to get yourselves killed?" He seethed, his eyes darting to the left and the right, breathing a silent sigh of relief as he came to the conclusion that he was the only guard in sight.

Jasper lowered his drink, scrunched up his nose, and appeared to be thinking hard.

"Is this a rhetorical question?" He mused.

Miller turned red in the face.

"I'm not joking around, Jasper. You're lucky it was me who found you, and not Hannah." Miller hissed, clearly not in a joking mood.

Jasper only rolled his eyes.

"Even if you do kill me, what would I end up losing?" Jasper took another drink.

"If you keep talking suicidal, you're gonna end up losing your booze." Miller said.

Jasper seemed to sober up at those words.

"Well, goodnight then." Jasper turned, but Miller stopped him.

"I can't let (Y/N) roam free, Jasper. She's gonna have to stay here tonight." Miller explained.

Jasper shrugged.

"Fine. But I'm not sharing any of my moonshine." He slurred as he walked into his flat.

Millers wrist watched beeped, indicating that it was 9 pm, curfew.

"Hey, I can stop by your dorm and let Bellamy know that-."

"You can leave, is what you can do." You sneered.

Miller blinked, startled by your use of words.

Before he could say anything to this, Hannah Green rounded the corner, and raised her eyebrows at the sight of you, God forbid, two  inches outside of a dorm 1 minute past curfew.

Once she saw that you were talking to Miller, she sighed.

"I can let this slide, but just this once." She gave you a curt nod.

"Oh, will you?" You gave a mock squeal of gratitude, your smile sarcastic.

Hannah frowned.

"I don't like your tone, young lady." She said, her jaw taut.

"And I don't like your face, you power hungry bitch." You jeered.

Hannah gave a gasp of shock, and pulled out a notepad and pen from her pockets.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to write you up." She said.

You only laughed.

"For what? I didn't threaten you. I'm not even within slapping distance of you."

Her face grew a deep shade of scarlet.

"Is that a threat?" She spoke firmly.

"Do you want it to be?" You move forward, but Millers hands stopped you as he placed them firmly on your shoulders.

"(Y/N), enough," He pleaded, really not in the mood to arrest his friend tonight.

Hannah took a look at the door number of Jaspers dorm, and cleared her throat. Everyone knew Jaspers number. Everyone on the Ark had guided him home at least once when he was too drunk to walk properly.

"I'm going to let this go. I will assume that you are helping Jasper. But if you speak to me like that ever again, you can expect a night in lockup." Hannah held her nose high in the air as she strutted away.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Miller lit into you.

"Are you stupid, (Y/N)?" He hissed.

"Are YOU stupid, Miller? You know what you're doing is wrong." You jeered.

Miller was not in the mood for anymore arguing tonight, so he just let out a defeated sigh, and massaged his temples.

"Have a goodnight, (Y/N)." He spoke softly as he walked away.

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Bellamy was a mess. He reread the letter that was left for him over and over again until his eyes ached, and his heart couldn't take it anymore.

It had been hours, and he felt like a complete ass for letting you be gone this long.

Even if he went out into the halls without his guard uniform, he knew without a doubt that he wouldn't get in any trouble, being a member of the guard and all.

He opened the door, but before he left, he took the letter that you left him, and folded it neatly into a square so he could carry it with him in his pocket.

It felt strange not walking with you. Almost as if the silence was too loud.

He nearly ran into Monty as he booked it through the halls and around the corner.

"Bellamy, what's wrong? Why was (Y/N) at Harpers door crying?" Monty wondered.

"She's at Harpers?" Bellamys felt a weight lifted off of his shoulders. You were safe.

Monty shook his head.

"No, no. Harper wasn't home. I-I don't know where she is." Monty stuttered.

Bellamy took no more time in conversing, and continued to jog.

"Bellamy? What are you doing out? It's past midnight." Hannah stopped him, a smile on her face.

"My- my..."

What was he even supposed to call you now?

"(Y/N), (Y/L/N), have you seen her?" His voiced cracked pitifully at the end of his sentence.

Hannah's eyes softened.

"I was down at Jasper Jordan's place when curfew started. She was there." Hannah explained, pointing in the direction of which you were.

"Thank you." He nodded gratefully.

It would make sense that you were with Jasper.

Next to Harper, Jasper was your best friend. And you both had something to bond over.

The fact that someone you loved and cared for was killed by someone you loved and trusted...

How much deeper could a bond get?

When he got to Jaspers, the door was cracked open.

Bellamy frowned, and gave a knock.

"(Y/N)?" He loudly announced his arrival.

A groan could be be heard from inside.

A half asleep, not even ten percent conscious Jasper stumbled to the door.

"What do you want?" He growled.

"Jasper, I need to see (Y/N)." Bellamy pleaded.

Jasper moved out of the way, too exhausted for anymore conversing. He gestured widly to the couch in which you had been sleeping on no more than two hours ago.

But you weren't there.

In your place, was yet another note, announcing your departure to the woods where you planned to run away and live a life with Trikru, where you could be free.

All of the blood drained from Bellamys face, and he patted his pockets, cursing when he remembered he wasn't wearing his uniform and didn't have his walkie talkies.

He shoved this note hastily in his pocket, and sprinted out of the room, out into the entrance of Arkadia, where the night air was cool, and the lights bright.

He panicked, swiveling around frantically trying to imagine which direction you would go.

He caught sight of you a few hundred yards outside of the fence.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" He screamed.

You turned around, his name almost passing your lips.

The sound of a gunshot answered him.

The crickets ceased their chirps, and time itself seemed to stand still as Bellamy watched your body crumble to the ground.

The watchman who had shot you realized his mistake as soon as he heard Bellamy scream.

That wasn't a Grounder.

Guards moved out past the gate, to examine the corpse.

They say you move faster when your adrenaline is pumping.

But Bellamy couldn't move fast enough.

"Don't touch her! Don't touch her!" Bellamy cried as a guard bent over to pick you up.

Your face was forever frozen. Your eyes wide with regret and heartache. Your lips beginning to form Bellamys name.

Bellamy let out a wail. It was a familiar wail.

It was the sound Raven made when she watched Finn die.

It was the sound Octavia made when she watched Lincoln die.

But this wail was different in a few ways.

It was full of more regret.

More sorrow.

As Bellamy held your bleeding body in his arms, the paper of the notes you had left crinkled in his pockets.

Both of them goodbye notes.

And Bellamy whispered the words he never got to say.

"It's you. I choose you."

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