The 100 Imagines

     The snow fell gently around you, transforming the view from one of a danger to almost homey. The white blanketed everything, hiding all the pain and bloodshed of the past.  You tried to quash the wonder that grew inside of you as you watch it fall, tried to remind yourself that you’re the one thing keeper grounders away from your friends, away from your boyfriend, Bellamy Blake. Soon, the magic wore off and you didn’t need to remind yourself anymore. You suppressed a shiver as the cold grew, knowing that if you showed any sign of discomfort you’ll be pulled off watch. 

     You try to focus on something other than the cold seeping into your bones, the crackle of your frozen hair each time it brushes your shoulders. Still, you can’t fight off the tremors when they overtake you.

     “Y/N?” Bellamy barks, “You’ve been on watch long enough, I’ll have Monroe relieve you.” 

     You cursed to yourself, “I’m fine, Bell.” 

     “Come on. Y/N, it’s freezing out here.”

     “I hadn’t noticed, I’m not cold.” There was no way you were letting him win. You heard him give a huff of exasperation, then the soft thrum of his footsteps came closer to you. You felt a warm breath in your ear as her softly held you from behind. 

     “Try saying that without your teeth chattering, now come on, I have a way to keep you warm.” You blushed, but you couldn’t argue with that. Reluctantly, you took his hand, letting him lead you back to your tent. 

      “Well,” you started once you entered the tent, “how is this any warmer than out there?”

     Bellamy let out a soft laugh, “at least give me a chance”. He walked around you, carrying logs to the fire pit in the center. You followed, kneeling down to help him start it.The two of you fell into a familiar routine, piling the logs uniformly into the hole. Once the fire was set, you grabbed the flint to start it. You groaned in frustration when it wouldn’t start, your hands too stiff to properly spark it. With a sympathetic smile, Bellamy pulled the flint from your hands, lighting the fire up in seconds.

     With a sigh, you fell back onto the bed. You felt it shake slightly as Bellamy fell next to you. He reached out, holding your hands in his. He rubbed them slowly, trying to bring back some warmth into them. This action was as famliiar to you as the fall of the snow, it was his way to show he cared about you, to show that he saw your discomfort. Your hands were always cold, and it was only exacerbated by the cold. He always made a point to warm them up, to ease your pain in any way he could. You rolled over onto his chest, a lazy smile pulling at your face.

     “Maybe you pulling me off detail wasn’t the worst thing you could do”

     “Oh really, that’s all I get in thanks?” A smirk spread across his features as he released your hands. He made quick use of them, burying them in your head of curls. He idly tugged on a loose curl, watching as it straightened and bounced back into it’s tight coil. You moved one of your newly freed hands to his jawline, stroking the stubble there, and the other to the back of his neck, buried in his hair.

     “I don’t know that you deserve any more thanks,” you replied with a wink, pulling him closer to you, “it wasn’t exactly a selfless act”.

    “Excuse me? I was obviously very worried about the temperature out there.”

     “Mmmhmm” you replied, smiling down at him, “no other reason at all, huh?”

     “Okay, you caught me, maybe I wanted to spend a little time with you.”

                              Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what have I done?                               I’ve fallen in love with a man on the run

You sang, staring out into the crowd. You, surprisingly, didn’t feel self-conscious, perhaps because you related so deeply to every word you sang.

                                 Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please                                  Don’t take that sinner from me                                  Oh don’t take that sinner from me             

Bellamy was definitely a sinner, you were the first to admit that he’d done terrible, misguided things in the past. But you saw past all that, to the brilliant, kind man beneath the facade of arrogance he held so well.

                                 Oh Lord, Oh Lord, what do I do?                                  I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothing like you      

You had been warned by many of your fiends when you admitted that you liked him, you had been told that he played with people’s feelings, or that he just wasn’t “boyfriend material”, but for you he had always been the one. He had always been different around you, softer.

                                 He’s raised on the edge of the devil’s backbone                                  Oh I just wanna take him home         

Ever since he had left on his hunt with Clarke, four days ago today, you had been paralyzed by fear. They had said it would take about fie days to get there and back, but you couldn’t help but feel that something might happen without you there to watch his back.

                                Oh Lord, Oh Lord, he’s somewhere between                                 A hangman’s knot, and three mouths to feed    

Some people in the crowd were giving you weird looks, probably annoyed by your song, but you didn’t give a shit. This song wasn’t for them, it was for you and Bellamy. You needed a way to deal with all this nervous energy, and singing your favorite song seemed as good a way as any to go about that. 

                              There wasn’t a wrong or a right he could choose                               He did what he had to do                               Oh he did what he had to do

Many people in the room mistrusted Bellamy, resenting him for his leadership role among them, but they just couldn’t see the real him. The one who could make you smile every when you were in the midst of tears, the boy who always saved you a piece of cake when you could afford to have it after dinner. 

                            Give me the burden, give me the blame                             I’ll shoulder the load, and I’ll swallow the shame 

Your voice grew with the words, all of your emotions finally getting free, you hadn’t had anyone to talk to since he’d left , and it had been driving you slowly insane.

                             Give me the burden, give me the blame                              How many, how many Hail Marys is it gonna take? 

You reminded yourself that he’d be home tomorrow, just one more to day to go until you saw his face again, until this weight would be lifted off your shoulders.

                             Don’t care if he’s guilty, don’t care if he’s not                              He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I’ve got        

This singing was becoming almost therapeutic for you, you weren’t sure what you would do when the song ended. You didn’t even notice the crowd anymore, becoming lost in the music as you hit the last verse.

                              Oh Lord, Oh Lord, I’m begging you please                               Don’t take that sinner from me                               Oh don’t take that sinner from me