⊹*☾:･ﾟ 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒
𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 bellamy mikaelson learns to love again.
❝nothing makes you hurt like hurtin' who you love❞
Brett was the sun, bright and warm, melting Bellamy's fear slowly, day by day, moment by moment. Bellamy was the moo...
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❝ i can heal just about any injury no matter the circumstance. i can still get drunk. ❞
BRETT WAS QUICK TO PUSH BELLAMY TO THE BED, climbing on top of him and connecting their lips. Bellamy's right hand found its rightful place on Brett's hip as his other cupped Brett's cheek, thumb dragging in slow, calming circles. Brett attempted to get into his pants, but when Bellamy intertwined their hands, he gave up, settling for kisses.
Slowly, the nights' events wore into them. Their passionate kiss turned into a lazy make out, which turned into holding each other. Bellamy gripping Brett's shirt in a fistful as Brett laid on top of him instead of the bed, legs tangled together in a mess of fabric.
"At least you'll get to travel." Bellamy's throat tightened in an attempt to stop the words, but he knew they had to be said. Bellamy could talk Brett out of leaving. They both knew it. Bellamy could ask Brett to jump and he would ask how high. But that's why it had to be said. Bellamy couldn't split Brett up from his family. Bellamy wasn't his family. They hadn't had the chance to earn that moniker. Brett's pack needed him, but more important than anything, Brett needed his pack. Brett's frown deepened as his face burrowed into Bellamy's neck, "Getting out of Beacon Hills will be good for you."
If Bellamy were human, he wouldn't have heard Brett's whimper, "But you're here."
Bellamy took a shaky breath as he willed the tears away, "I am in many places," Bellamy said, knowing he had found the first place that felt like home to him, "I will come find you."
"You don't know that." Brett whispered.
Bellamy's grip tightened on him, "I do." he lied. The shattered remains of Bellamy's heart did not matter so long as Brett made it out alive. Leaving Beacon Hills was his best chance.
"What if something happens?" Brett's chin rested on Bellamy's chest.
"Oh, baby," Bellamy sighed as he ran his fingers through Brett's hair. He swallowed, throat on fire, "I'm immortal. I'm not going anywhere."
The look in Brett's eyes told Bellamy exactly what he was going to say before he could say it, "What about me?"
Bellamy pulled Brett close, pressing a kiss to his hair, "That's why you have to go."
