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We're All Stories in The End >> Bellamy Blake X Reader

Title: We're All Stories in The End

Paring: Bellamy Blake X Reader

Warnings: mentions of various crimes and stuff. nothing too bad.

Spoilers: set in Season One. Minimal. 

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There were thieves. Vandals. Murderers. There were people who saw darkness in space, who dreamed of the downfall of mankind when their eyes were closed. Then, there was you, framed for a crime worse than your own daydreams, and forced into the Sky Box for years and years. It was only a week until your birthday when the Chancellor decided to send the hundred down. The choice would save your life, but, could potentially kill you a week earlier than expected.

But it didn't.

Falling out of the sky, and landing on Earth was the scariest thing you could have ever imagined, but what was scarier still was the fact that on Earth...you all were not alone.

While everyone settled into the Dropship and made their home in tents around inside the barriers, you found it hard to sleep at night. It was hard to do anything, really. After seven years of being locked up, no sunlight, no contact with people. Luckily, your old friends Monty and Jasper brought you back into their posse, integrating you back into the world. There were hunters, and gatherers, and fighters and people who made alcohol. There were healers and hurters, peacemakers, and lovers. Then, there was you, who after the longest sentence on the Ark, had turned into the best storyteller known to mankind, who brought all the hundred together around the fire at night with only your words.

Octavia and you barely spoke, mostly because of your shut-in antics, and her boisterous nature to get out in around in the world. While she was chasing butterflies and the heart of a Grounder, your eyes were trailing around after her brother, the one and only Bellamy Blake.

"You're staring at his ass again," Jasper throws a rock into the fire pit, not yet lit for the evening oncoming, "You're always staring at his ass, _______."

You push at his chest. "Am not, Goggles." You taunt, flicking the glasses on his forehead.

Monty shakes his head. "Jasper's right. Though you stare at a lot of asses, you stare at Blake's the most. Don't tell me you've got heart-eyes for the guy."

You feel your face heat up. "My eyes are normal shape, and you are wrong. I just like his bum. If you're locked away since eleven, would you not stare at all the asses you can?" You grin back, and reaching into your satchel, pick out your notebook. It was the only thing you could keep in the Sky Box with you, that, and a pen. Inside are all the stories you have ever thought of, and flicking to a familiar page, you read aloud, "The Swan was trapped within a cage in the sky, her domain, but not allowed to sing, to fly. One day the Swan -,"

Jasper interrupts you. "would soar around the stars and heavens twice, and land in the realm beyond where sleep took her." He makes a noise. "I've heard that one too many times."

You hum, and add, "...there would be more swans there, their wingspan wide, their hearts bleeding for their crimes, but lives eternal. Here they would be free." With a pen Clarke had found on the ground, you write the new part in as it flows through you. "But even free of her bonds, she is never truly free of her form, as the Swan is in disguise."

Monty grins. "Oh, I like how this one is turning out...will it be ready for tonight?" He asks.

You shake your shoulders, and rising to stand, move toward the Drop Ship. "The story will come as it comes. The people named Romans long ago told stories, and they had a Genius sharing their stories with the men. Maybe here on Earth I will find my own Genius."