It was rearing the time of the 100's departure from The Ark when you were sent to the skybox. It was a month before their exit when you decided to break into the box to see your friend. At the time you didn't know that they were leaving for Earth. If you waited a month you wouldn't have had to go to the ground, you could have stayed on the Ark. Yet you always managed to make the worst decisions at the worst time.
You were 17 turning 18 in just two months so in some sense you were lucky to have committed a crime before 18. The one thing that stumped you though was Bellamy. How did a 20-year-old guard manage to get a ride down to earth? You knew it was for his sister, but how? How did he do it?
You and Bellamy had a strenuous relationship. You never knew how it started, all you knew was how captivating it was. It was an addiction, the harder you tried to push the more it pulled back. But you and Bellamy had a falling out, a terrible one at that. He had ratted you out you out for breaking in and was the underlying reason why you were sent to the skybox. Before that, you were more than close, you were intimate. It probably had been every other day that you found yourself in his room participating in a rendezvous. It took you both by surprise, you were only 17 at the time and he was 20. But now it was nearly 3 years later and you repaired your relationship.
It wasn't as promiscuous as before, you were friends now. Just. Friends. Yet you still managed to have feelings for him, before when you were in the Ark it was just for pleasure, but now, now you had to worry about your feelings and how you could let this get too far.
It's 3 years later, you're 19 now, and he's 23. You had feeling for him. You felt this way shortly after you landed on the ground but you both kept everything strictly professional. It wasn't weird, not ever, you didn't even know each other's feelings and most the time you pushed it to the farthest place in your mind. But today was different.
"So now we have a war on our hands, and I'm pretty sure it's all Pikes fault," Bellamy said while trudging through the leaves in the forest. You were next to him listening to him rant about his problems. You and Bellamy had been sent out to stock up on more food. So far you have gotten 2 panthers but they were back in the rover.
"Just break off from Pike than, Bell."
"I want to, believe me, but this isn't the right time, not yet." You nodded at him. Bellamy had a lot on his plate since Lincoln died and it was not getting better with his friends ostracizing him. One thing that kept you and Bellamy so sane was the forest,. Darkly foreboding, ominous sounds, creaking, whispering trees, thicker leaves and thick undergrowth at the forest edge, overhanging branches, narrow and twisting path, denser wood, choked with brambles, matted undergrowth, thick bushes, ditch, sprawling branches, stiff branches, this was where you liked to be. "I'll just keep everyone safe from the sidelines," He mumbled underneath his breath loud enough for you to hear. You smiled at him when you heard that before walking through the forest some more.
It had been nearly 30 minutes of hunting. You both had caught little things like rabbits and squirrels enough to feed a considerable amount of people, not an amount you were happy with. You talked and hunted throughout the words before stopping and taking a break.
"I'm going to get Octavia to like me again." You set your bag on the ground to take out your canteen.
"Well, Bell, you just got to redeem yourself. No ones gonna forgive you until you forgive yourself." You could hear him chuckle prompting you to look up at him.
There was a grounder behind him, his vest was made of animal fur that hung on his wide shoulders. He was a strong man no doubt who was capable of killing both of you right now in cold blood.
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Bellamy Blake | Imagines & Preferences
FanfictionImagines/Preferences for the one and only Bellamy Blake! Lots of these are from tumblr. Author is credited at the end of the imagine. Highest rankings: #1 in #the100imagines #3 in #the100preferences