The City of Light (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

I - Wanheda I

Three months we've had peace. Or as close to it as we could get. It truly was all I desired. And watching Lincoln beat Bellamy in sparring when I'd defeated the Grounder before was just as good a feeling. I wiped the sweat from my face with my tank-top as I watched Lincoln toss Bellamy to the ground.

Lincoln turned to us, panting. "He had me, but he was too aggressive."

"Whatever you say," Bellamy snorted, pulling a shirt on.

I smiled at him and stifled a laugh as everyone else tittered around me. Bellamy shot me a teasing glare, but I just shrugged. If he lost, he lost. There was no shame in it. Some humor for me and everyone else, but no shame.

"Mapping run. Sector seven," Bellamy replied. My smile dropped. As much as I loved running missions, I didn't want to risk ruining this peace we'd achieved. "Harper, let's get this over with."

Harper tossed Lincoln a black duffel bag which he caught without even looking. Inside was a guard's jacket.

"I'm Trikru," Lincoln said, holding the jacket in his hand with a mixture of appreciation and apprehension.

"A uniform doesn't change that," Bellamy reassured him. "This is our home now, Lincoln. We fought for it. Too many of our friends died for it."

No truer words could have been said. I missed some of the people we'd lost, but their sacrifices led the rest of us to this life. And I missed Clarke, above all. I didn't know if she was dead or alive, but either way I felt a little more empty without her here.

"On the Ark, the uniform meant something different," Bellamy continued. "Down here, it means what we make it mean. Together." Lower, speaking directly to Lincoln, he said, "My sister will understand that eventually."

I sighed. I hoped she did. Octavia had gone full Grounder, and while I respected that I wished she would realize that she was still part of Arkadia. We were all one, now.

"Everyone, pair up and fight!" Lincoln ordered.

All my friends did as they were told, but I had to be prepared for the mission, and had sparred as much as I was going to for the day. Bellamy turned to leave, and I caught up with him at the same time Lincoln did.

"Hey, sector seven?" Lincoln asked. "That puts you right at the Ice Nation border."

"We know," I said, annoyed. Azgeda was dangerous. I got it. I didn't have to be reminded of that every damn day. We had to take risks to find more of our people. If they were even alive.

Lincoln shook his head in disbelief. "Just because Azgeda is part of the Commander's coalition doesn't mean they respect the ceasefire. I should be on that scout."

"I wish. We all do," Bellamy replied, speaking the truth. I felt Lincoln needed to get outside of the gate just as much of the rest of us. "But until the Commander agrees to lift the kill order on you, you're more trouble than you're worth."

Bellamy left without another word. Shooting Lincoln an apologetic look, I chased after him.

"Slow down, Bel," I panted, grabbing his arm. "Just because you lost doesn't mean you have to make it up by running everywhere."

He rolled his eyes and put his arm around my shoulders. "First of all, I didn't lose. I let Lincoln win."

I bit my cheek to hide a smile. "Mmhm, yeah, sure. What's second of all?"

Bellamy planted a kiss on my forehead as we rounded a corner heading for the Chancellor's cabin. "Just like to give you little challenges every day. Try keeping up."