Bellarke Oneshots and short stories😉

We need a new plan

##This one is defo a favorite

Bellamy and Clarke stand towards the front of the yacht in their beachwear. Clarke is wearing a royal blue bikini, which complements her figure and Bellamy wears black swimming trucks that shows off his tanned skin- it also means he can hide his gun in his pants.

" This is stupid." Clarke whispers to Bellamy while holding a champagne glass, she obviously feels uncomfortable at watching all the posh people with supermodel bodies and accents.

" Clarke, you fit in fine." Bellamy tells her sincerely, noticing her lack of self-confidence.

" It's not just that, this whole plan sucks Bell. We're on a boat with hundreds of people while trying to secretly find Wallace and cut off his deals? Bellamy we don't even know what he's dealing?" Clarke whispers but smiles at a woman who glances over quickly.

" Good job princess, why don't we just call out for him. I've never been good at completing jobs discreetly- Emerson, 9 o'clock." Bellamy states and Clarke nods.

" I'm unarmed, what do I do if he figures it out."

" We want Wallace not Emerson Clarke and plus, you've got me for backup. Just follow him and I'll follow you- don't worry your covered." He reassures her and Clarke nods before putting her glass down and slipping away.

She follows Emerson, staying out of his sight, all the way to the other side of the yacht and luckily- it's full of people drinking so she's got cover. Bellamy follows Clarke for back up and to eventually step in.

She finds herself hovering outside a doorway, watching intently as she find her target and Emerson in the other room. From what she can see, they're alone in the room with three other men and they're dealing something.

A bomb.

Shit, Clarke's eyes widen as thoughts pile in her head. Nobody told them it was a bomb, if it goes off there will be loads of casualties and since they're in the middle of the Mediterranean- that doesn't help. She looks behind her and sees Bellamy watching her closely, she nods at him and he understands her perfectly: call for backup. Immediately, he does just that and he nods- that's Clarke's signal to go inside.

She's terrified- just like all the other missions but usually, she has a weapon handy but since she's in a small bikini it's hard to hide a gun in your tits. But considering Bellamy is her backup, she's not as scared because she trusts him with her life.

Clarke opens the door swiftly and the five dangerous looking men in the room all turn to her, everyone of them pointing rifles at her but Wallace: her target. Instead of saying much, she dramatically flops herself down onto a chair and bites her lip at the men, who are all a little confused as to how to proceed.

" Somebody get me a shot!" She shouts giggling," ooo, actually make that 2- or 3...wait, I didn't know there was a secret party in here."

Cleverly faking her drunken status, she stands up waking and stumbling towards the men, who have put their eyes guns down. One of the men steps forward and Clarke notices the untouched gun in his pocket, making her move and knowing Bellamy is watching, she falls onto the man who catches her and smirks.

" I think your in the wrong room sweetheart." He tells her, believing her drunken self.

" Just kill her." Emerson mumbles to him but the man who holds Clarke disagrees.

Without their acknowledgement Clarke swipes the gun from his pocket, pulling herself off him and takes a few steps back. She holds the man at gunpoint at which Bellamy comes into the room with two guns and stands by Clarke's side. By this time, the other two men have pulled out their guns also at Clarke and Bellamy.