Bellamy Blake Imagines

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The first time you met, his body was the first thing for you to greet as he crashed into you. He immediately spun around though, and his eyes had you mesmerised, brown and plain maybe, but his, they were deep and full of something, like an inspiring and grateful tinge that many Arkers didn't have the pleasure of possessing.

"I'm so sorry!" He stumbled. Guards uniform, you registered as he held you as though you had shattered and he was trying to hold you together.

You just blushed, chuckling and looked away.

"It's okay, I'm Y/N." You greeted, holding out a hand. He grinned, dimples in your cheeks causing dents in your heart.

"Bellamy." He nodded, "See you around." And the way the words twisted off his tongue and slipped into your ears, it sounded like a promise. And you intended on keeping it.

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The second time you met, it was more formal, a hug of greeting at the masquerade ball, him watching a girl with dark hair, shorter than he was like a hawk.

"Who's she?" You asked curiously, trying to keep the jealous touch off your lips. He shook his head, licking his lips before biting the flesh.

"You can't tell anyone." He hissed, having you promise with a cross over your heart.

"She's my sister." He waited with baited breath for your reply, which he shouldn't have stressed. You nodded and looked worriedly at the younger girl.

"Be careful." You whispered into his ear as you placed a kiss to his cheek in farewell, him nodding his thanks as he grabbed your hand.

"Can we meet again?" You nodded.

"Here tomorrow, after your duty and whenever you can. I'll be here."

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So that next day after a hard day looking after O doing jobs with the weight of his guard uniform he found you where you promised.

"Hey" He murmured, coming to stand beside you.

"Hi," You whispered, looking at Earth from your place, through the large panel.

You spoke for what felt like eternity and yet, also no time at all, Bellamy having to leave to look after Octavia.

"I'll see you around." He promised, bringing you into him, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips before departing, with you wanting more of the older Blake.

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You met up whenever you both had the time. Minutes filled with kisses and stories.

"What do you think it would be like down there?" You murmured against Bellamy's chest as he held you to him. You felt him shrug behind you and murmur into your hair.

"I'm not sure. Beautiful maybe, but maybe horrible and tainted and filled with death." You looked at him to find his stare on the ground thousands of feet below them.

"I guess for now it's a mystery." You whispered, to which he hummed in reply.

Little did you know how soon the mystery would be uncovered.

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The time after that was when you saw him running onto the Dropship. You shaking from inside, confused as to what was happening, you had seen Octavia and calmed the girl, saying you knew Bellamy.

"How?" She spat, wrenching from your grasp.

"I met him at the Masquerade Ball. You remember that yeah? He told me all about you. Trust me Octavia, we're going to get through this."

You were seated next to her in your seat when you saw him dive in, looking wildly behind him as the doors shut, his breathing erratic, banging from the outside. He took a seat before being launched into space, his eyes not connecting with yours or Octavia's.

The threat of dying was possible, scarily plausible as you shook in the Dropship, being thrown like a rag doll in the seat. You'd seen two boys hit the ground with a sickening crunch before you landed with a deadly impact.

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It took you a few moments to descend the ladder with the rest of the group, who were already huddled in front of the door. You saw Bellamy in front and was about to call his name when a blonde called out.

"Stop the air could be toxic!" You knew her. Clarke Griffin.

Bellamy's voice replied and you didn't realise how much you had missed it.

"If the air is toxic, we're all dead anyways."

You couldn't help it anymore.

"Bellamy?" You called, waiting for a reply, for him to see you. Your wish granted as his gaze locked with yours.

"Y/N? Octavia?" He asked bewildered, taking you both in his arms with ease, squeezing the two of you tightly.

"I'm never letting you guys go again."

↱ by imagine-the-100 ↲