Bellamy Blake Imagines

Lose Her XXXXXV

You sat against the log in the cave, your hands tied behind your back, your mouth gagged.

You haven't seen anyone in months, leaving after your actions at Mount Weather.

You haven't seen Bellamy. You couldn't even imagine what they were doing, or even how they were.

You knew people had been tracking you. Calling you Wanheda.

Roan was using you for some kind of sacrifice to free himself. Your shoulder hurt from trying to escape but he held you down, your shoulder heavily pressed into the ground.

You heard something, thinking it was Roan coming back, but it was Bellamy.

You were at a loss for words when you looked up at him, your eyes burning.

"Y/n?"

He moved a piece of hair from your face, pulling your gag out of your mouth as you caught Roan in the corner.

"Bellamy, go!"

He hesitated as Roan tackled him, his knife pressed against his chest.

"Please don't!" you yelled, struggling against the restraints. "I'll stop fighting, I'll stop struggling, just please don't kill him!"

"I'm not going to kill him." Roan said before stabbing the top of Bellamy's thigh.

"No!"

Roan untied you and grabbed you, leaving the cave. "Bellamy, I'm sorry."

You ran through the woods, away from Bellamy. He looked so good. He looked healthy. Happy.

Bellamy's POV

I struggled out the cave, moving quickly in the direction of where Roan took y/n.

Monty came up behind me, trying to stop me. "You can't go on like this."

"We've got to find her." I winced.

"And we will, but we can't if you bleed out and have a heat stroke."

I sighed, leaning against a tree. "We can't lose her."

"Bellamy, we won't," he said, putting my arm around his shoulder. "But we can't lose you too."

I gave in, letting them care to my wound.

Your POV

He let you go. For what? You didn't understand.

He said the way that boy looked at you, it wasn't worth what he needed.

You stumbled back to Arkadia, finding Bellamy's shaggy hair quickly.

They got you in, Bellamy's back turned towards you.

"Bell!" You shouted, a weak smile growing across your face.

He turned around, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Y/n?"

He started to run, his arms opening to you. You limped forward, his arms engulfing you, holding you so tight, you couldn't breathe.

"Oh my god." He said into your hair as he held you.

"I thought I lost you." You whispered.