Bellamy Blake Imagines

Teach Me

I was walking around the Ark, trying to keep my mind off of the situation that we're currently happening with Clarke missing. My head snapped towards the sounds of grunting, furrowing my eyebrows together in confusion as I head towards the sounds. My feet took me to the training area, seeing a bunch of teenagers and young adults standing closely together as their eyes were trained on something out of eyeshot.

"What the hell?" I asked myself, peeking my head into the room, not gaining anyone's attention as I saw Lincoln and Bellamy facing each other, shirtless. I bit my lip gently, my eyes roaming over both of their bodies before leaning my shoulder against the doorway, watching the two scuffle.

Bellamy raised his fists to block his face, keeping his eyes on Lincoln. The grounder threw a punch and Bell dodged it, throwing a punch towards Lincoln, his fist connecting with his nose. Lincoln stumbled back, wiping his nose before stepping towards Bellamy, punching his chest.

I began to get a bit nervous as Bellamy stumbles grunting a bit, Lincoln kicking him in the chest as he fell to the floor. It took all my might not to break up the fight, keeping my eyes on the shaggy-haired man as he got up, punching the mat. Lincoln threw another punch, but Bellamy dodged it again, kneeing him in the stomach before jumping up, punching Lincoln in the face with so much force.

Although Lincoln stumbles backward, wiping his lip as Bellamy kept coming, swinging his arm back to throw a punch which Lincoln dodges. I bit my fingernails, stepping into the room as I stood next to someone. Lincoln grabs Bellamy's arm, flipping him over his shoulder. I winced when Bellamy's back hit the floor, Lincoln holding his arm out as he winds his arm backward, but stopped before connecting his fist to Bellamy's face.

I sighed in relief, Bell's chest heaving up and down as Lincoln stood up, walking towards us. "He had me, but he was too aggressive." Bellamy got up from the floor, walking towards the beige piece of clothing that was on the floor.

"Whatever you say," Bellamy called out, sliding his arms into his shirt as the crowd chuckled. His eyes roamed the crowd, widening once he sees me standing near the door. I gave him a small smile and wave, pressing my lips together as I walked over to him.

"Quitting so soon?" Lincoln chuckled, looking back at him as I stood in front of Bellamy. He ignored Lincoln, he eyes staying on me as I looked back at the group of people, giving the old grounder a look. "Alright guys, follow me. Let's give them some alone time."

I rolled my eyes, laughing softly as I crossed my arms over my chest. Bellamy slipped his shirt on, making me pout slightly. "Aw, why'd you put it on?" I teased, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Bellamy looked down at me, smirking as he moved some of my hair over my shoulder. "Well, I have to map section seven otherwise I'd gladly keep it off. Especially if you're going to be in my presence," he chuckled, bringing me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around his torso, closing my eyes as I let out a deep breath, inhaling his scent.