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baelllamyblake · 6 years

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‘anything you want’ (bellamy blake au, part x)

Plot: It’s time for some raw, real talks between you and Bellamy. Honest truths are always tough, but we’re left with more openness. And with openness comes trust and a slightly fresh start.

Pairings: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: language probably, fluffy Bellamy, slight angst, lotsa flirting, lotsa honesty, hanging joke (i’m sorry)

A/N: hello babes! welcome to part TEN of ayw! this was a long time coming and i really hope you’re all still as in love with this piece as i am. i’m trying to address the past that the characters have shared. i don’t want there to be any “what ifs?” or any “remember whens?” in this story. i’m trying to be a better writer and i’m sorry it’s taking me so long. love you all so much and i appreciate the hell out of your support. (!!!gifs not mine!!!)

‘anything you want masterlist’

previously

“I’m assuming you have my key?”

“I do. You’re lucky I didn’t tell Raven where you were,” Bellamy chuckles, his breath fanning across the back of your neck as he does so and all of a sudden, this huge elevator feels like a small closet.

“Th-thanks,” you whisper, clearing your throat as Bellamy takes an immeasurable step forward. You don’t see him move, but you feel him: his hard chest brushing against your breath and his chin hitting the top of your head.

“However I can help, princess,” Bellamy kisses the back of your head and you close your eyes, taking a deep breath as the elevator nears your floor. “I just have one question,” he tilts his head down, nose brushing against the top of your ear as his lips graze the soft spot behind it. “What did you tell Ilian about me, princess?”

“W-what?” You stutter, heart beating wildly at both the question and Bellamy’s proximity.

“I’m just wondering,” he shrugs and pulls away as you two near your floor. “I’m just wondering what you told him about me.”

“Maybe Octavia told him about you?” You shrug and avoid Bellamy’s gaze, walking out as soon as the doors open and beelining for your room with him quick on your heels.

“Octavia didn’t tell him about me. I know because he looked like he made a mistake in admitting it to me, meaning you told him in confidence. So princess, I’ll ask again,” Bellamy opens the door, letting you in and then quickly following you. “What did you tell him about me?”

“It’s nothing important, Bell,” you bite your lip and shake your head, knowing that this conversation was better left alone for now.

“Hey,” he whispers, grabbing ahold of your arm and gently turning you to face him before you can escape, holding you both too close and not close enough. “I don’t bite.”

“At least that I can handle,” you cover your mouth as soon as the words leave your mouth, wide eyes matching Bellamy’s. “I’m sorry, that was so inappropriate. I didn’t-I shouldn’t have-I’m–”

“I’m glad you did, but that doesn’t answer my question,” his hands rest against your waist, thumb rubbing small circles against your hips.

“Bellamy I can’t talk about that right now for the same reason I can’t act on my ridiculous desire to pull you into the shower with me,” you look up at him with sad eyes and a small, barely there smile. “There is so much to unpack between the two of us, Bell. So many things we still need to address and I don’t know if now is the right time for it.”

“But we will unpack. We will talk about it, Y/N, I swear.”

Bellamy’s eyes are sad. They’re worried that he’s lost you forever, that maybe his unnerving fear of never being enough is the truth and not an insane fear.

“You want to know what I told Ilian?” You lift a hand up to cup his face and he nuzzles his cheek into your palm, warming you up entirely. “I told Ilian just how much I love you. I cried to him, Bell. I went to pick you up at a strip club and when I got there, you didn’t look like you needed any of my affections. Seeing you so close to someone else, anyone else, it hurt to say the least. I knew that I had no right and there I was, at a bar at 3 in the morning drinking my weight in liquor because I don’t know how to cope with anything. I still love you, Bell. I always have. Before you flew out the morning after and after you tried to ruin my friendship with Octavia.”

You shrug and you can see the self-hatred in Bellamy’s eyes; you’re quick to ease his worry.

“I love you, Bellamy. I just don’t know if we’re good for each other,” you give him a soft smile, bottom lip trembling as the thought of losing him swims in your mind. “But if you think for a goddamn second that you’re scaring me out of this wedding, too, you’ve lost your mind.”

He gives you an incredulous look before bursting out into ridiculous half-laugh, half-real tears. You join in not a second later, and the two of you were a sight indeed: you, hunched over with tears running down your cheeks and Bellamy who still can’t seem to decide whether he should be laughing or crying.

This continued for a couple minutes, a gentle silence taking over the two of you almost immediately after. Long gone are the awkward stares, the passive aggressive comments, the exaggerated coughs. Now you two just share a smile, a peace falling over your shoulders as you both seemingly come clean with one another.

Bellamy wraps his arms around your shoulders and brings you into his chest, his lips finding your forehead as soon as they can.

“I love you too, you know? There are things that I’ve done that I can’t wipe away no matter how many times I apologize, and I know that. I can’t forgive myself for those things either. I’m just really fucking glad you’re still in my life. I love you so damn much,” he kisses your temple and you sniffle against his chest, hoping to god that your tears don’t stain his shirt otherwise Raven would murder you both.

“If we don’t leave right now, Raven will literally serve our heads on a silver platter AT HER WEDDING,” you lift your head and smile up at a tired Bellamy.

“I know, but don’t you need to shower?” He raises a brow at you and you shrug.

“I’ll just put some dry shampoo in my hair, I’ll shower when we get back,” you kiss his chin (in a friendly manner, or so you tell yourself) and pull away. “I have to change, please stay right here. I swear I’ll hurry! I’ll put my mascara on in the car, you’re the best!”

You yell the last few words at him, running from room to room as you look for your dress, some shampoo, any small bit of makeup. It’s the day before the wedding, you’re lucky if you can fight a tissue at this point. Soon enough, however, you find everything you’re looking for. You’re almost ready, almost! The only issue is the dress: it’s beautiful and comfortable and practical, but you can’t get the last few buttons and you thank your lucky stars that Bellamy is still in the other room.

You walk out of the bathroom, shoes in one hand as the other tries to clip your earring in place, ready to call on your friend one more time.

“Hey, Bellamy, can you–?” Only when you get into the room, you don’t see Bellamy anywhere. “Bell?”

“I’m here, Y/N!” You hear him outside and furrow your brows in confusion.

“Well get in here, I need your help. This damn–”

“I need help, too!” He walks in the room, his brows matching yours as he looks down at the limp tie in his hands, trying to tie the damn thing. “I will literally hang myself with this if you don’t–”

He looks up at you mid-sentence and can’t seem to get the rest of the words out. The dress, fuck, that dress on you is everything he could have envisioned and then some.

“Bellamy, you make one more joke about hanging yourself I swear I will smack you,” you glare at him and walk up, holding the front of your dress together and ignoring his fiery gaze. “Zip me up and then I’ll help you with your tie.”

You look up to find the softest smile on Bellamy’s face, the fire in his eyes turning into a small spark and you find yourself at a loss for words. He leans over and kisses your forehead and it takes every ounce of your willpower to keep your face from turning into a tomato.

“Come on,” you chuckle softly, shaking your head and moving your hair to the side. “Zip me up, please.”

“You got it,” Bellamy whispers from behind you, his fingers trailing down your spine until they find your zipper.

You straighten your back, Bellamy’s touch sending a shiver right through you. He knowingly smiles at the back of your head, a warmth shooting through him at the effect he has on you. His thumbs brush against the bottom of your spine and just before you can start complaining, he teasingly zips up the dress and places a small kiss at the back of your neck.

“All done, sweetheart,” he smiles at the (obviously fake) frown on your face. “Now my turn, please.”

“You got it,” you grab the tie from him, a mischievous look on your face sending flames through Bellamy. You wrap the tie around his neck, and before he can make any sort of flirty comment, you pull him forward. His lips are nearly touching yours, eyes wide as he tries to assess the moment.

“Any game you wanna play, I can play better, sweetheart,” you whisper the last word, a wide smile on your face and bottom lip between your teeth as your hands move around his neck. You get his tie on and gently push him back up, straightening out his collar and turning around to walk out with a final wink, leaving Bellamy absolutely dumbfounded. “You coming?”

#IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG #YES I LOVE IT #SO CUTE #I LOVE U

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baelllamyblake · 6 years

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RED QUEEN ( Bellamy Blake x Reader )

Pairing : Bellamy Blake X Reader

Word Count : 2,995

Warnings : the 100 season 5 spoilers, blood mention, nothin too bad

A/N : its been a hot minute since I've wrote a fanfic & i plan to to make this into a multi parter or a series ?? theres no bellamy x reader just yet but I'm hoping to get enough feedback to proceed with a part 2 ! so pleeeease leave some feedback !! i would love it !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO FCK ME UP WID IT<3

Once the night the bunker door locked shut, cutting you off from the home you finally felt comfortable in, the weight of the world sat on your shoulders. The Earth was currently simmering in radiation and those who were truly close to you were residing 254 miles in the sky, hopefully living safely in what’s left of the Ark. Illian died in the Conclave and you couldn’t talk to Bellamy either. Your goodbye was over a radio and you have never wanted to kiss someone so badly than during those last few minutes. Now, you’re stuck in an underground bastion, unable to communicate with anyone on the surface.

You never expected to become the babysitter of 1,200 grounders but you guess the responsibility was assumed when you declared everyone was allowed in the bunker. Hell, if you had known how troublesome trying to unify all the tribes into Wonkru, you would’ve left them outside like Luna planned too if she won the conclave. Yet, you had already said Wonkru was welcome into the bunker and you definitely couldn’t take it back now. You slouched in the chair Jaha once sat in when he first took over the bunker, expelling out a heavy sigh. This was going to be the next six years of your life.

You stared blankly at the papers, blueprints, and documents on the desk in front of you. You wished someone would enter the office, anyone at all, just to break the endless silence. What would Bellamy do if he were here? He probably would’ve laughed at how you were spacing out but he also would’ve stayed quiet just to stare at you a little more. Unfortunately, Bellamy was 254 miles away in the sky, hopefully living safely in what’s left of the Ark. You looked up the concrete ceiling, dreading the fact that you wouldn’t even know if he was looking down on you.

This was going to be a very long six years.

The sound of the doorknob turning instantly shifted your focus to it, a familiar face stepped into the room. He always managed to produce a geniunely warm smile despite everything crumbling around him. You always wanted to know how Kane did it. How he always stayed positive despite everything crumbling to pieces around him.

“ How are you holding up? “ Kane chimed, his grin soon faded into pursed lips. It had been a while since you got a good look at him, his forehead wrinkles deepened a little more and his hair had grown to his shoulders. He deserved a relaxing vacation, trying to save the last fraction of the human race was taking a toll on him. It was taking a toll on everyone, really.

“ As good as any person can be during an apocalypse. “ You jived playfully, attempting to lighten the dreary mood and create a space of fake comfort. Kane breathed out a small chuckle before plopping into a nearby chair, his arms crossed firmly against his chest. Kane’s eyes spoke of a silent sadness as he drifted off in deep thought. “ What are you thinking about? “

“ How far we’ve come, how much we’ve all changed. How much we’ve gone through, how much we’ve lost along the way. “ Kane huffed out, his eyes blinking back into reality. Your mind flashed back to the beginning, all the repressed memories floating along like a raging river. The delinquent’s camp, Trikru, and Mount Weather felt like it happened only yesterday. Where did all the time go?

Never once in all your years of being alive would you have thought to being a leader. You were just looking for that outlet to finally get out from under the floor and out into the open where you were free to do whatever you wanted.

“ It’s best not to dwell on the past. Showing sentiment is weakness. “ You stated bluntly, earning a loud snort out of Kane. “ I don’t recall saying something funny. “

“ Sorry, I’m just realizing how much you’ve changed, Y/N. “ He replied with a grin curling on his lips. Kane’s eyes maintained that weird twinkle, it reminded you of the eyes of a dreamer. They desperately held on to whatever shred of hope of was left, regardless of whatever was happening. “ You’ve grown up, kid. Last time I really got a good look at you, you were a dedicated warrior, simply looking for their place in life. Now, you’re a skilled leader who saved all our asses out of the kindness of your heart when you could’ve chose few or none at all. “

“ Well, let’s be glad that I was in a good mood that day. “ You politely brushed Kane’s reflection of you away with a small smile. The last thing you wanted to do was open old wounds, you already had enough of them to last you more than a lifetime. “ But thank you, I appreciate your kind words. “

“ Alright, I’ll get out of your hair, kid. Just wanted to check up on you. “ Kane spoke contently as he heaved himself off the armchair. Kane could sense that you were beginning to grow uneasy with his presence. He assumed by the slight clenching of your jaw that it was time to leave and attend to other important matters. “ Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all. “

You gave a small nod with a tight lipped smile, waving Kane goodbye as he exited through the white glass doors. You let out yet another heavy sigh, leaning back in the desk chair with eyes to the grey concrete ceiling above. You wondered what Bellamy was doing at the moment, was he having fun? Was he thinking of you too? How were the rest doing? You missed him dearly. The distance was going to drive you batshit crazy.

Miller eyed your every move warily, he held his tights fists just under his eyes. You both paced around the room like short-tempered tigers in a cramped cage. Tired of waiting for him to make the first move, you lunged forward to throw a punch only to have it blocked it by Miller’s forearm while recieving a sharp jab to the ribs. You let out a low grunt of pain as you gripped on his forearm, forcefully shoving a knee into his stomach.

You backed off to catch a breather as you watched Miller double over in pain while his hand gripped where you had kneed him. You lifted your shirt to examine your ribs briefly, it was nothing serious, just a red mark where Miller had jabbed you. Dropping the fabric, you shifted your focus back to Miller. “ Great warmup. Ready for the real thing? “

“ Come at me, Y/N. “ Miller grunted roughly as he forced his torso in an upright position. You grabbed two nearby swords, keeping one while you tossed the other to Nathan. He caught it and gave it a small swing to become familiar with its weight. You smirked deviously as you gripped tightly onto its hilt, immediately charging at Miller without notice. Your sword clashed fiercely, swings and slices were dealt left and right.

While maintaining your guard, you kept your eye out for spots of vulnerability. You swung to the left, urging your brawling partner to duck to avoid having his head chopped clean off. As soon as Miller’s back faced you, you rammed your elbow into his spine. The move shoved him face first to the ground, quickly flipping over to recover from his mistake. Your sword was aimed towards his throat, ready to kill in an instant.

“ Y/N. “ A certain voice drowned out the heavy panting of both you and Nathan, followed by a clearing of her throat. You looked towards your mentor, Indra, standing in the doorway. In her arms, she held the formal garments of Heda. Your eyes flickered from the clothes to Indra, jaw clenching slightly. “ The delegates have assembled. “

“ Dressing me up doesn’t fool anyone. “ You stated bluntly, grasping Miller by the hand to help him up on his feet. Indra took a small step towards you, holding out the fabrics in front of you. You rolled your eyes at the outfit, wiping your sweaty forehead with a towel slung over your shoulder.

“ My blood is red and it always will be. “

“ Symbols matter, Y/N. These symbols. “ Indra insisted firmly, the gear Commander Lexa previously wore sat in her outstretched palm. You wanted to scoff and groan in her face. You were the leader of Wonkru now, why weren’t you allowed to do whatever you wanted? Why should you be restricted to the old traditions “ Trust me. The more people connect you to them, the easier it is for you to lead.

You walked towards the conference room, dressed up in the ridiculous outfit Indra persuaded you to wear. You scanned the bustling halls filled with grounders and materials used around the bunker. You were growing anxious for the meeting, dread already growing throughout your chest. It had only been 46 days since Praimfaya and the delegates were already acting like children. Their problems were offen trivial with simple solutions but they often stuck to their beliefs and unwritten laws.

“ Osleya of Wonkru. “ Niylah chimed contently as she bowed respectfully in your presence. You quickly whispered for your friend to stop, the gesture felt absurd to you. It felt like people singing happy birthday to you but constantly, you had no clue what to do. Do you bow to them too? Have them kiss your pinky ring like some mafia don? Well, whatever you had to do, no one has told you how to do it yet.

“ Look at what I found. “ Niylah spoke sweetly, in her hands was The Illiad. You took it from her slender hands, running your fingers along its old spine and weathered pages. Your mind instantly flashed back to memories of Bellamy relaying some of its stories to you whenever you had trouble sleeping. The nightmares always came back but luckily, Bellamy was always there to lull you back to sleep. “ I heard Bellamy would read you the parts about Ancient Rome. “

“ Thank you. “ You replied sincerely after reading a sentence or two from the front page. Niylah observed you carefully, a warm smile on her face. “ We’re sparring tomorrow. Promise? “

Niylah hummed in agreement, her eyes towards Indra closely behind you. You nodded small before resuming your walk to the conference room. Gaia waited patiently in the hall, her eyes pointing sharp daggers towards you. You weren’t a nightblood so you weren’t fit to be in the position of Heda. However, the tension between you two wasn’t anything new. You just didn’t really give a shit anymore.

“ Complain to your mother. “

It was just one problem after another before developing into one headache after another. Rations were dwindling by the second, tribes were on edge, and there was just too many people in the bunker. Everyone had been suggesting solutions to the problem but now was not the time. The delegates complained about a bunch of blankets and then the meeting was completely derailed by a miniscule thunking noise. It was presumed to be Clarke banging on the bunker door but you didn’t really care to find out more information.

However, it didn’t matter anymore because there were much bigger things that needed your attention. Like, a group of Skaikru idiots who have decided to lock themselves inside the cafeteria because they think they are top priority among the grounders and deserve all the resources. You almost wanted to throw up because of how ungrateful these people were being. You didn’t want to kill anyone in these six years but some were really testing how thin your patience could get.

Your grip on leadership was sifting through your fingers like a fine sand. The state of the bunker was chaotic as innocent Skaikru members were being massacred left and right, simply for being associated with the guilty. You were flustered with the fact of being unable to do something about it directly. You would have to sneak past grounders to personally deliver Jaha to a couple of generators on a completely different floor.

“ Are you fucking kidding me? “ You cursed to yourself, checking the pulse of each body sprawled out on the ground. You were hoping some had survived but to no avail, the grounders had killed them all. You couldn’t walk a couple meters without stumbling along groups of dead people, people you knew and ended up growing close too. You were enraged, whoever started this was going to suffer the consequences of their crimes.

Becoming even more frustrated, Jaha refused to open the doors to the cafeteria until you had grasped the reins over Wonkru again and understood what it meant to be a leader. He went as far to mention the floating of your mother to make his point clear. No matter how much you hated to admit it, Jaha was right. Within a matter of sentences, he taught you what it was to be a leader over a population. God, even thought Jaha was dying, he always managed to be so wise. You wanted to hate him but you just couldn’t, Jaha made it so hard!

You were Wonkru or the enemy of Wonkru. It was time to choose.

“ It’s over. “ You gritted angrily into the walkie talkie, eyes focused on only the door. You were covered in the enemy’s blood from head to toe. Rebelling grounders decided to attack you after ignoring your decree of either choosing to be apart of Wonkru or become the enemy of the state. If they didn’t become Wonkru, they were immediatly crushed under your authority. The problem must be eliminated if you were going to keep a strong hold on your people as was said by Jaha himself. “ Open the door. “

Blood was splattered along the floors and walls in an almost artistic fashion. You could stare at it in a museum and call it “ thought-provoking. “ You breathed heavily through your nose, your body and mind craved to off the root of the problem but you had other plans. The door locks clicked open and the grounders flooded into the room with whoops and yells, apprehending anyone they could get their hands on. “ I want only the guilty! “

“ There are too many people in this bunker. And if we don’t do something about this, none of us will survive to see the sun, the sky, the ground, and I won’t let that happen. “ You projected you voice loudly so that every grounder may hear you in each corner of the room. Some looked at you in fear, the blood of their own people dried to your skin. The blood of your enemies was your armor and you made sure everyone knew it. Grounders from all the tribes quickly got out of your way as you dominated the ramp with your aura alone. “ Each of you have committed crimes against Wonkru, and the punishment for this is death. “

Immediately, blacklash broke out after your words. Murmurs and whispers scattered amongst your people. Your hands gripped the railings tightly at the complaints yet you held your tongue. After all, you weren’t done explaining. You looked down on at the guilty kneeling before you, finally feeling a sense of power at the sight. Is this what Lexa felt? You loved it.

“ This isn’t the Ark and this isn’t the ground either. There is no ‘ Blood must have blood. ‘’” You continued to speak, your eyes trained on the those who were kneeling but your words were for all in the room. Everyone was silent, waiting in bated breath for your next sentence. “ In Rome, gladiators had the opportunity to fight for their freedom. “

“ And so will you. “ You stated strongly, unsheating your sword and throwing into the middle. You spoke the rules of the mini conclave, all previous thoughts of no one is going to die under your watch were thrown out the window. This was going to solve the overpopulation problem easily. Weed out the weak and only keep the strong and disciplined. “ Win the fight, save your life. “

As soon as the last word of your sentence rolled off your tongue. Kara lunged for the sword and murdered everyone in the circle because her life depended on it. You were satisfied, onlookers watched in horror, including those who knew you closely. The sudden change in attitude was far too much for them to handle. However, this was going to be the Wonkru way so they had to deal with it or be thrown in the ring.

Six years later, the ring had evolved into a modern day Roman colosseum. It was an old form of entertainment for the grounders that happened almost every day. The metal railings that were once there were replaced with metal fences and barbed wire. The ramps were filled with cheering grounders of Wonkru, their fists banging on the fences generated even more noise that echoed down the halls.

A heavy metallic smell soaked permanently into the concrete walls, a seemingly impossible feat made into reality. Blood became the new carpet and wallpaper. Deadly weapons of different sizes were the new home decorations. Only one piece of furniture was in the room: your elaborate throne backlit with a daunting red.

Kane was shoved roughly into the ring, the crowd erupted into jeers and cheers. His shoes waded shallowly in the puddle created by the bloody of his peers. All he could think of was where did everything go wrong? He held his hand over his eyes to avoid being blinded by the floodlights. Kane made eye contact with you looking down upon him like you did with thebvery first of the guilty. You towered over him, countenance void of any emotion. Your guards, advisors, and friends reflected the same energy you emitted.

You were no longer Osleya but a ruthless Blodreina.

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