Bellamy Blake Imagines

Love Well-placed

A series of echoed claps rung up the corridor of the Ark as you bound on light feet toward the Blake dorm, Bellamy by your side and a faint smile on his face as he vaguely listened to you ramble away. He could barely feel the weight of your fingers laced with his as he lead you down the hallways of the ship. He felt like he was trapped in a haze. Everything seemed blurry, and as much as he was trying to listen, your words weren't reaching him, bar the few times he had heard you gasp between your words and it had knocked him from his daze.

You knew that, but you didn't mind. You, yourself, were way too excited and elevated to keep your thoughts to yourself as they fell from your lips in happy rasps and you couldn't bring yourself to care that they were just going in one ear attached to your boyfriend and out of the other. It wasn't like any of your incoherent squeals made any logical sense anyway, not even to you.

Regardless, he found himself shaking his head of thoughts and internally reminding himself to pay attention to the world around him - to pay attention to you. But then it would only take a few minutes until he was sucked back into the worries in his head again. It had been an ongoing issue since he'd told you the secret that he'd been sworn to keep for the past 15 years and counting. His sister.

The Ark, due to supply limit, had a law by which you could only have one child. Octavia Blake had been hidden under the floorboards since the beginning of her law-breaking life; she had only seen the four walls of the same bland dorm she'd grown up in, only seen the same two faces of her brother and mother for the entirety of her years.

But that was about to change.

Bellamy had told you, amidst the lazy kisses of the late night and the murmurs of love. He'd expected you to rightfully feel betrayed, lied to. He definitely didn't expect you to jolt up in bed, clutch the covers tighter around your bare body, and grin down at Bellamy's furrowed features, but you did. "Really?! A sister?!"

He'd nodded, apprehension apparent in the slow up-and-down of his head.

You let a huff of surprised laughter, shock coursing through your veins at the confession, "That's crazy!" You gawped, utterly stunned by the unexpected news.

There were a rush of emotions, all positive of course, but the one flooding your heart with the most euphoria would've been the idea that told you Bellamy must've loved and trusted you with everything he had to be able to tell you such a thing and potentially put his family in danger.

With that acknowledgement, you couldn't help yourself as you leant your body-weight on your elbow and tilted your head down, pressing your lips against his, feather-light and full of the same affection and bliss igniting your bones.

Drawing back, the vulnerability in Bellamy's dark irises juxtaposing the glint of adoration in yours provoked you to clasp his fingers in a reassuring, intertwined embrace with yours - your thumb faintly running back and forth across his as you spoke up again, your voice a hushed whisper, "When can I meet her?"

And whilst he had been utterly relieved with your reaction, there had been an incessant voice in the back of his head corrupting his thoughts. What if they didn't get on? What if someone else found out? What if when you met her, you suddenly felt like you wouldn't want to be with him anymore because what he and his mother had been doing, by keeping a second child a secret, was illegal? What if you saw being with him too much of a risk? What if, what if, what if.

And as you continued to chatter away from beside him, the flips of his stomach seemed to get more and more vicious, more and more dire, as the door came into their sights.

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His hand pushed the white wood of the door open, and a dark head of hair caught your attention. The girl's head snapped up in alarm from where she had been drawing various shades of greys and blacks onto a canvas of blank white paper, her wide eyes falling on you standing in the entrance. Like a bucket of ice water had been tipped down upon her, her body froze, and the pencil grasped between her fingers slipped and clattered noisily against the table.