Bellamy Blake Imagines

Take The Blame

When you arrived back from your solo hunting trip, you definitely were not expecting to hear screams of agony. At first you'd thought that maybe the grounders or the mountain men had come, so you'd dropped everything and ran inside The Ark.

Though what you expected, which was blood and a fight, you instead saw a body being lugged into the Ark. Squinting you easily recognized the body as Bellamy and your heart leaped to your throat. You ran towards Bellamy, who had his stomach facing down and his back up. You involuntarily gasped at the gashes that marred his back.

Your shaky hand reached your mouth as you watched Clarke and a few others haul him away. Clarke made eye contact with you and all she could do was look at you with pity.

Staring back towards where they'd started dragging Bellamy from, you saw Kane holding a electric baton. You felt yourself freeze. What could Bellamy have done that would cause him to suffer such a severe punishment.

You quickly shook your head, following Clarke inside where her and Abby began working on patching Bellamy up. You watched from the sidelines, wanting to throw up at the terrible sight that was Bellamy's back. But you stayed, knowing he needed you, even if he didn't really know you were there.

When they were done, you quickly grabbed Clarke's attention, curious on what Bellamy could've done for this. When she looked at you, her eyes were shined with wetness and she looked almost hesitant to talk to you. "Clarke... please." You started, staring at her desperately. "All I wanna know is why."

"Y/N... know that I tried to stop him... but he wouldn't listen," You paused, unsure of how to respond. What did he do? "He took the blame."

"The blame? For who?" You asked, confusion setting in.

"For you, Y/N." You froze, your heart felt like it'd stopped beating. Clarke gave you one more pity look before running off. You thought back... and suddenly it all came to mind. Staring at the wounded boy, you felt like crying.

How could he have done this?

Once Bellamy was better and walking you made it your goal to talk to him. You wanted to know why. Why he took the blame for something you did when he had no obligation towards you.

"Bellamy." You called, gaining his attention. He smiled when he saw you and immediately walked towards you.

"Hey Y/N." He grinned, you meekly grinned back. "How you feeling?" You asked, guilt flooding through you.

"Better." He shrugged.

"Hey... Bellamy, I know that you took the blame for me..." You whispered, watching Bellamy's reaction. He froze himself, and looked at you. His eyes turned serious and he shook his head. "Look.. Y/N..."

"I don't care," you interrupted. "Actually i'm thankful. Thank you. But why?" You asked, your eyes serious almost on the bridge of tears.

"Because... I-I wasn't gonna let them hurt you like that."

"So you let them hurt you!?" You nearly yelled, he grabbed your hand and looked at it, shocked. Finally meeting his eyes again, you saw the feeling behind his eyes and you stared, mesmerized.

"I care about you, Y/N. More than a friend..." You stayed silent, unsure how to answer. But looking into his eyes, you already knew your answer. You leaned, on your toes, pressing your lips against his cheek.

"Thank you."

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