Bellamy Blake Imagines

The Coming Of Praimfaya

a/n - oh man, one of my favourite imagines of all time. So beautiful and sad.

song inspiration ; not about angels - birdy

warnings ; angst, mentions of death, sad!bell, tears, season 4 spoilers.

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THE ROOM WAS tense with the cursed apprehension. There was fear, everywhere you looked. There was panic, people gripping so tightly onto their loved one's hands. There was sadness, tears of loss for the people who weren't dead yet, but would be, come 11 hours time when Praimfaya ruthlessly wipes its death wave across the nations.

Marcus Kane was reaching the end of Clarke's list. His voice becoming increasingly shakier as he spoke the last of the names of the people who were safe from Praimfaya and the harsh remnants it would bring over the next five years, and had been given a room in the bunker, sorrow and gloom pushing down on his shoulders as he noticed all of his people looking up at him in deafening silence - their eyes wide and lips parted with soundless pleads.

"Kat Roussos." Name 95.

Five more names, and it would be settled. Your hand clutched Bellamy's so tightly, anxiety pushing harshly down onto your chest. With fingers locked with such certainty, you couldn't help but shuffle even closer to him, your free hand coming up and clasping gingerly at his shirt sleeve.

"Bryan Eng." Name 96.

Bellamy's eyes, wide with worry and fear, darted down to your jittery figure. His breathing was slightly uneven as he watched your eyes flutter shut and your teeth gently pull your bottom lip into its clutches, the dread coiling in the pit of your stomach forging all your actions. The prospect of your name not leaving Kane's lips at all in the last 4 choices of people absolutely terrified the older Blake.

"Darcy Wyness." Name 97.

"Tim Bartlett." Name 98.

"Clarke Griffin." Name 99.

As happy as you were for one of your best friends (Raven and Monty's names had been called earlier too, which was relieving), there was only one name you needed to hear. Kane paused, an agonising wait falling on everyone's shoulders. It could be any one of these hundreds of people. Your heart stopped as your eyes, wide and frozen on the leader stood on the balcony overlooking all of Skaikru, watched him open his mouth - ready to end all of the waiting.

"And, Bellamy Blake."

You let out a breath, relief rushing like a stream of ecstatic electricity through your veins. He was safe; he would get to live his life, he would get to see his sister and his friends every day, he would be able to step out into the fresh air of the Earth once more when it was all over. He would be okay, that was all that mattered.

Tears built in your eyes, creating fragile glass in the colour of your irises as they shone up at your boyfriend. "Hey," You breathed out, a watery smile pulling your cheeks upwards, "You got a place," You were grinning, your hands coming up and planting themselves on either side of his face.

He didn't feel the same relief as you, though. With his eyebrows furrowed, his lips parted, and his heart lacking the beat that made him feel alive, he barely brought himself to peer down at you. When he did, he felt the painful shatter of his heart falling into the dark abyss of losing you. You, in your radiant aura, smiling lovingly up at him. The warmth of your hands on his cheeks didn't even bring him to smile back. He couldn't.

"Bell," You spoke up again, trying to get his despondent attention - the heavy tears slipping from your waterline and racing down your rosy cheeks as you did so, "You're gonna be okay."