Bellarke One-Shots

Wanheda

Authors note, here is a short little one-shot with no context or anything, so just enjoy what is written and go with it.

Clarke's POV

Wanheda. The name echoed hollowly through my head. I wish I could deny it. Say that they didn't really know me. That I wasn't really a wanheda, that I wasn't really a commander of death. However, that would be lying because horrifyingly enough, death follows me. He walks silently behind me and notices the ones I love. He rips them from comfort and gives them a slow and merciless end, one that leaves them begging for the peace of death.

A single tear rolls slowly down my cheek. Wiping it away would be futile for I know more will fall in its place. I have been holding in these tears for so long, attempting to hide my grief and be the strong commander my people need, but I can't anymore. They call me wanheda and the name strikes fear into the hearts of all. It should, too, because I am the commander of death and to hear my name is to know it's too late for you to be saved.

"Hey Clarke. We have a problem-" Bellamy began to say, but stopped in his tracks as he saw me crying silently.

I hastily wiped the tears from my cheeks and cursed myself for falling to the temptation of crying. Crying doesn't solve anything, it just makes your face blotchy.

"What's wrong?" I said in a strong voice, trying to overcompensate for him walking in on me crying.

"Clarke, if there's something you want to talk about." Bellamy tried to say politely, but I cut him off.

"Nothing is wrong with me, Bellamy, so will you tell me what is wrong out there?" I asked slowly to make sure he understood.

"Nothing's wrong." He said. "I just remembered you never had that drink."

"It's okay and I'm really not that thirsty." I fiddled with a loose thread on my battered old shirt.

"Are you sure?" He asked so genuinely that I broke. I remembered now why I had grown to like him so much. He was so thoughtful and caring. He always put the people he cared about over himself and everything else. In this cruel battle called surviving, I had gotten so caught up in doing just that, surviving, that I had forgotten I'm human, and commander of death or not, I can't push my emotions and conscience down, no matter how much I wish I could.

"No." I shook my head and the tears began to fall once more, against my wishes.

"Hey it's going be okay." Bellamy said rushing to my side to rap my physically exhausted body into his rejuvenating embrace.

"No it's not." I said letting my tired eyes droop a little, my defensive armor lowering itself in a weary defeat. "But it's a little better in your arms." Normally I would've cared that I had said something hinting romantic feelings at Bellamy, but tonight I was to fatigued to care. So I breathed in his scent and let myself fall asleep in the comfort that is Bellamy Blake.