The 100 Imagines & Preferences

Training session |Bellamy Blake

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It was the middle of training session, when Lincoln beckoned you over. He clapped a hand on your shoulder, announcing he was passing the class off to you. Bellamy arch his brow in response, rocking on his heels as he looked down at you.

"You really think this is wise, Lincoln?" He asked, causing him to chuckle. He pulled on his shirt, grabbing his things, before walking to the door.

"My little sister can handle herself, belive me." He stated, winking over at you. But of course, being the big man Bellamy is, he didn't believe him. Of the class, only Lincoln had ever seen you fight, so it was understandable.

"What? Don't think a girl can teach this kind of stuff?" You questioned, arms crossing over your chest. Bellamy sarcastically held his hands up, a smirk playing on his lips. "No, no. Get over here Blake. I'm gonna show you how the girls handle things."

"Well, I've gotta see this." Lincoln laughed, leaning against the wall. He dropped his things, arms crossed over his chest.

You sent a smirk in Lincoln's directions, the man shaking his head at you. Bellamy watched as you stood center of the mat, eyebrows raised.

"Don't worry, I'll hold back."

"No need, princess." He smirked, walking towards you. A smirk rose on your features, the two of you standing before eachother.

Bellamy threw a wide right hook, which you easily dodged, letting out a low laugh. "Come on, don't hold back." He took another swing, but you dodged again, kicking the back of his knee and making him drop. He knelt on one knee, and you allowed him time to get up. "Let's go, Blake."

He stood from the ground, a smirk on your face. He rose his hands eye level, throwing another punch. It went back and forth, you blocking most of his punches, and him doing the same. But you still got a few blows in.

"You're getting slow, Y/N." Lincoln stated, everyone staring over at him with shocked looks. They couldn't seem to fathom that, at one point, you were even faster than you were now.

"I know what I'm doing."

"The provide it."

You quickly ducked another punch, your fist colliding with Bellamy's ribs as you came back up. But, you made sure to hold back, fearing you would break something. Bellamy dropped back, groaning in pain as he held his ribs.

"Who the hell taught you that?" He panted, gasping in pain. You laughed lowly, circling the boy slowly.

"He did." You nodded towards Lincoln. He stared up at you, quickly maneuvering behind you as you darted toward him. But you took his grabbing your shoulder to your advantage. Bellamy was a hell of a lot lighter than any of the grounders you had thrown around before. So, reaching behind you and grabbing his arm, you managed flipping him over you and onto the mat.

"Shit." He groaned painfully. You tried to hold back the smirk as you stared down at the older boy, but it broke out across your face.

"I think that means I win." You grinned as he layer there on the ground. Lincoln laughed as he walked forwards, clapping a hand on your shoulder and helping Bellamy up.

"You fight like a three legged bull, Bellamy." You stated, laughing lowly. He gave you a confused look, causing you to roll your eyes. "Angrily, and off balance. Your center of gravity is poor, Bell."

"Told you my little sister could handle herself." Lincoln smirked. And that's when a mad looking Octavia stormed into the room, arms crossed over her chest.

"Did you forget about me or something?" She asked, Lincoln laughing lowly.

"Of course not. But I couldn't pass up seeing my little sister beat your brothers ass." He said, a smile rising on Octavia's features.

"She did not beat my-"

"Oh, yes I did."

"Seriously though, you may want to go to med. Y/N has broken ribs by accident, you don't want to keep on with that." Lincoln stated, sending a smirk in your direction, before walking out with Octavia.

"I don't need med-"

"Bellamy, I've accidentally broken Lincoln's ribs before. I tried to hold back and not do that to you, but you may want to go." You chuckled.

"I'm fine."

"If you don't go, I'll tell Abby myself." You stepped towards him, his figure ultimately towering over yours.

"What ever, you little badass." He chuckled, kissing you gently on top of the head. You smiled up at him, watching as he walked out of the room. You met Monroe's gaze from across the room, the girl laughing lowly.

"So, uhm, can you teach us that?"