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Lilac Sky >> Bellamy Blake X Reader

Title: Lilac Sky

Paring: Bellamy Blake X Reader

Warnings: none! 

Spoilers: Some, maybe, for seasons 1-2 of The 100. 

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Ever since landing on Earth, the 100 were vibrant, alive and wild. After all, all of you had been locked in the Skybox, away for crimes. Now there was a freedom, a branching away from the Ark, personalities and people came out of the black and white of life up above the planet of green and blue. Clarke Griffin, daughter of the doctor Abby Griffin became a Leader. As did Bellamy Blake, the elder brother to Octavia Blake.

Bellamy. 

He wasn't at all like the guy you remembered back on the Ark - he had been so much younger, so much more alive than now. Or maybe that was the way memories worked, archiving the people you knew around you to be their best self, something to keep you calm, and able to sleep at night. You remembered him to be a fresh-faced young man, a cadet for the Guard. Then, you had been found by a Guard in the wrong place, the wrong time, and framed for the loss of a month's oxygen for the Ark. You never found out who had actually done the crime; you had been locked up in the Skybox for what seemed ages, too long, until you were allowed out - to die.

But down here, there was no idea about the concept of death. Those who had survived the landing whooped and danced, pitched tents made from the landing parachute, marked their territories, helped raise a wall around the Dropship. It wasn't like you'd expect the man who was leading the reckless teenagers to remember you. You had briefly met before your incarceration; it was fleeting, and through mutual friends at your work station. But that was a world away. And as far as you knew, he was not a monogamous man, by the word of mouth and those who had spent the early hours warming his sleeping bag.

It wasn't until someone noticed that your allotted job was washerwoman that they laughed, and at once, everyone knew your name, and came to you with their dirty clothes. It felt strange, being popular for an unpopular thing, and with attention you had no idea what to do with, it made you feel on the spot, alarmed. But you soldiered on.

"Leave the poor thing alone," Clarke barked, grabbing everyone's dirty clothes from them, gently passing them to you. "Come on, move along. You've got forever to get ________ to wash your knickers, scram." 

You gave a grateful glance to the blonde, who smiled in return. "Thanks," you mutter, gathering all of the material in your hands, trying not to drop it on the ground. She grinned, and took half the load from your hands. "Oh, Clarke, you don't have to -,"

She shook her head. "Don't fuss about it, it's just me pulling my weight around here."

"You're the Healer, and co-leader," you remind her, trudging down to the little lake by the camp. Slowly placing all the clothes by the edge, you bend down, and gather the icy water in your palms to prepare you for the job ahead. "But apart from that, I suspect you're here to talk to me away from everyone." you add.

Clarke laughs. "You've got me there, ________...uh, it's about Bellamy." she lowers herself to the water's edge, to the height you're at, and begins scrubbing the dirt from the shirt in her hands with her fingers. "You have a...fondness for him."

You wash the shorts in your hands, letting the words wash over your head as you work. "I never thought it in those words, but yes, I do like Bellamy more than admiration for my leader here on Earth." you confess. "Please don't tell him, he'll think I'm one of those simpering toys of his."

Clarke laughs. "That's why I'm here. He, ah, slept with someone, and he's not himself. I think it meant more to her than him, or was it him?" She sighs, "Ugh...anyways, I know you're not the delinquent you're supposed to be, ________. I mean, I'd ask Octavia, but I don't think I should get his sister involved in what he does with his spare time and pants..."