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*Not My Gif*

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished…

Post Date: 10-25-19

Paring: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

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*Based off episode 2x08 of the 100 “Spacewalker”

You found yourself pacing back and forth inside Lexa’s tent, waiting for the brunette to come back. Things were not going well at all. First you find out Bellamy was alive, then you guys have a fight, THEN Clarke tells you that In exchange for peace Finn had to be sacrificed. This wasn’t how anything was supposed to go.

“What are you doing here?” Someone exclaimed as you turned around fast to see an angry Indra with her hand on her sword. You had to refrain from rolling your eyes as you glared at her.

“I need to speak to Lexa.” You told her as she unsheathes her sword directing it at you. You quickly stepped back as she took a step forward, making you a little worried but you didn’t show it.

“You’ll call her Heda. If she’s letting you stay you address her correctly.” She lowered her sword and for a second you were confused when she didn’t trust the blade into you. “I should kill you.” She tells you in more of a warning as you just stared at her, watching as she walked out of the room. You didn’t realize how shaky your breath was until you released it. Letting your eyes flutter close, you gripped your fists tight and before you knew it you were slamming them against the wood table.

“Did that help?” Lexa asked as she stood by the entrance of the tent, having watched your whole moment. You didn’t look at her, instead you stared at the slight coating of blood on the table as you slowly opened your hands to more blood before you wiped them on your pants.

“Yeah. All better now.” You lied before turning around. Lexa’s eyebrow was raised and her mouth was upturned into a smirk. “We need to talk about Finn.”

“He’s a Murderer Y/N. He slaughtered an entire village. Killed my people.”

“And I haven’t?” You countered as Lexa clasped her mouth shut, trying to choose her counter. “I’ve killed your people Lexa. And you never once asked for my death. In fact you invited me into your people.”

“Like i said, I’ve been watching you. Your Finn murdered a village without a second thought. The sky people abandoned you and you only killed when they attacked you. If you don’t want to be here then leave.” You were silent, you could see why Lexa was the commander, she was terrifying. But she was also right. Your head dropped and Lexa took that as your answer. She knew that if you left you’d have no where else to go. You met Lexa’s eyes one last time before turning out of the tent. “You have a lot of anger.” Lexa shouted right before you exited which caused you to stop. You didn’t look at her, only turning your head slightly to show you were listening. “You need to learn to control it.” You nodded slightly before leaving her tent.

The grounders around you all gawked as you walked through their camp but you just stared straight ahead until you found an almost empty fire and sat next to it. It wasn’t long before the rest of the grounders cleared away, leaving you alone to rest your head in your hands.

The entire room was staring at you besides Octavia and Lincoln who were holding each other. Lexa was staring at you as well, but you didn’t notice that either. Because all you were looking at was Bellamy.

You swore your mind was racing almost as much as your heart was and you refused to look away from Bellamy, even when Clarke turned to Lexa and Abby pulled you away and took your place. You obviously didn’t mind, let the doctor do the doctor work, you didn’t know what you were doing. Bellamy was about to take a step towards you and you saw his Adam’s apple bob as he tried to figure out what to say. But he couldn’t get words out fast enough.

“Lets go.” Lexa spoke to you, finally pulling you way from Bellamy. You risked taking another glance before nodding, following the girl out of the drop ship. You ignored the calls of Bellamy until his hand was on your arm, gentler than you would’ve imagined, almost as if he wasn’t sure you were really there.

Your suspicions seemed to be holding up as he looked down at where he touched you, squeezing slightly before releasing and your skin tingled from the lack of contact. From the lack of his contact. He slowly opened his mouth, hardly shaking his head and you knew exactly what he was going to say.

“I know. You thought I was dead, right?” You tried your best to sound harsh, trying to ignore the pounding in the back of your head that threatened a waver in your voice but it didn’t do much as Bellamy’s eyes dropped to the ground.

“I knew you were alive.” He whispered as you found yourself lightly gasping and your face turned sour.

“You knew?” You repeated as he looked at you with solemn eyes, looking up at Clarke briefly before you. You followed his gaze, eyes widening slightly as you realized what that meant. “Clarke told you she banished me.” Bellamy nodded as you bit your tongue.

No matter how much you tried to convince him or yourself that you two wouldn’t work out, you had hoped if Bellamy had made it he would’ve searched for you. But by the looks of it, he didn’t.

“I knew you were alive before that.” He finally admitted before walking past you. You stared at where he once stood for a second before turning around and finding Bellamy in the spot you had been last time he saw you here at the drop ship. “There was no body.” He whispered for the last time, knowing all the doubt Finn, Murphy, and the others gave him was wrong.

You both stayed in silence as you approached him looking at all the scattered charred bodies as if it was the first time you saw them. And the truth is it had been. You were so distracted when you first arrived at the drop ship that all the bodies, all the death, just faded into the background.

You had just gotten used to seeing the dead bodies.

Bellamy had no idea what you were doing as you turned towards the front gate to leave the camp. “Y/N!” He called, hoping you would spare one last glance back but much to his confusion you stopped just outside the gate and began scouring the ground.

For once your mind was completely blank of Bellamy as you held the silver chain in your hand, lightly coated in a layer of dirt but still shining as you looked at it. “Y/N?” Bellamy’s voice broke through your stupor and you felt his hand on your back as he kneeled down to your level. “Your necklace?” You were shocked that Bellamy even knew about it but you didn’t show him that. Instead you took the necklace and buried it, the last bit of your childhood before you heard Lexa calling you and the others.

“You’re going with them?” Bellamy asked quietly, coming closer to you.

“They didn’t banish me. Twice.” You shrugged without a care as you walked away before Bellamy grabbed you once again and you shoved his arm off. “No Blake. I’m not doing this right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m tired of it! I’m tired of no one understanding how much I’m going through! I’m tired of fighting. I’m tried of knowing that I’m not wanted with you guys. The grounders want me. Killer and all.” This time you finally walked away, right to where Lexa had been watching.

A pair of footsteps invaded your sanctuary as you looked up from your hands seeing Indra making her way to you from the entrance of the camp followed by a horse. she handed the horse off to some and says nothing to you, only beckoning you to follow. She led you to an empty part of camp before pointing at a sword on the ground.

“Pick it up. You want to be a grounder, you’ll need to learn how to fight like one.” You followed her lead, picking up the sword and copying her stance. You’ve never worked with a sword before. Hand to hand combat you could do, but this? You didn’t even know where to begin. She swung at you first as you ducked, dropping your sword to the ground. “On your feet Skaikiler.” She demands as you pulled yourself up. Indra glared at you, showing you how she was holding her weapon as you copied before she showed you how to swing it. You copied, clashing your sword with hers as a hint of a smirk appeared on her face before it disappeared. The next hour or so was much like that, Indra slowly showing you how to use the weapon but not saying anything.

“Again.” Indra said as you got in your fighting stance one last time, watching as Indra swung her sword at you. You ducked, quickly countering her as she barely avoided it. She took another go at you and you avoided it but you didn’t count on her striking again so quickly when she knocked your legs right from under you and you landed right on your back, all the air leaving you.

“Always watch your back.” She told you as you nodded and breathed heavily.

You stuck your arm out for help up but the older woman looked between you and your hand before turning around and leaving you. You got back onto your feet with a scoff, starting again and soon with a few dodges and a few scrapes from Indra it was her time to land on the ground. You didn’t know what you had done exactly, choosing to have forgo the use of the sword and just kick her legs out from under her. Indra glared at you and you stuck your arm out again, hoping she’ll let you pull her up but instead she slapped it away, making it fall back at your side as she stood up herself.

A man had came up to Indra, whispering something in her ear as you caught your breath. She nodded sending him away and looked at you. “Keep practicing. You need it.” She told you as she walked past you, making you turn around in confusion.

“We’re done?” You asked her as you panted, envying the fact she didn’t seem the outmost out of breath.

“Yes. We have justice to serve.” She said barely loud enough for you to hear as she walked away.

Justice? You thought as you made your way back to your makeshift tent. You barely got there before you heard chanting.

“Jus drein jus daun! Jus drein jus daun!” Grounders shouted as realization struck you.

“Finn.” You whispered as you ran towards the chant, your legs feeling like they could give out as you found Lexa talking to a group of people. “Lexa!” You yelled, getting her attention. She glanced at you, dismissing her people with a frown as you finally reached her. “You can’t do this.”

“It’s already done.” She says and you can feel yourself already regret this.

“Let me talk to him at least?” You asked and Lexa was hesitant but ultimately agreed. She led you to where Finn was tied to a pole.

“Hey Tarzan.” You said timidly as Finns eyes snapped to you in surprise, mouth agape.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? Why are you with the grounders?” He asked and you found yourself locking your jaw.

“Don’t Finn. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to be banished or for you to be here, like this. I didn’t want any of this.”

No one seemed to understand that. It’s almost as if everyone thinks you asked to be banished, to be tortured, to be arrested, to be a killer. No one seems to understand that the world doesn’t care what you want. It only cares when the person matters.

And that wasn’t you.

“I just want to stop fighting.” You whispered. Finn stayed silent as he looked off into the distance. You could barely make out the figures standing on a cliff above you both but when a certain blonde stepped closer to the fire you heard Finn’s breathing falter. Finn was your friend, banished or not and seeing him like this, tied and trying to hold back tears made you feel like shit. Guilt. It made you feel guilty.

“Y/N. I’m sorry.” He mumbled, meeting your glossed over eyes and you shook your head.

“May we meet again, you spacewalking tarzan.” Finn chuckled in his cries as a small smile graced his lips that spread to yours.

“May we meet again.” He repeated as Clarke made her way down the slope to her boyfriend and you. You left before she got there, giving them both private time as you stood next to Lexa.

“It is done.” Lexa says as finally find your place, looking up at her with knitted brows as she continued to stare at Finn and Clarke. Only when Clarke pulled away did you finally get a glimpse at the red coating her hand and knife.

Finn’s dead.

And for the first time, it wasn’t your fault. But why did you still feel guilty?

You felt your cheek get wet and you quickly wiped away the tears falling before anyone could see.

Kane had his eyes you the moment he saw you again and it pained him. Seeing you with the grounders wasn’t something he expected when the commander pulled you out of the room, but here you were. When Clarke mercy killed Finn, the kids around him cried and Raven in particular broke down in screams and falls into Bellamy’s arms and yet he still watched as you hid your emotions, he knew you had always been good at that.

You couldn’t take the pain of watching Raven, Clarke, or anyone cry over Finn. It was too much on you and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The only thing you could hear was your blood thumping and heart pounding right out of your chest. You stumbled backwards, pushing through the mass of people until the lights of the fire finally died down and it was just darkness surrounding you. You fell to your knees, letting your head hit the dirt as you hugged your yourself with shaky hands. You stayed like that for so long you didn’t even know.

“People die.” You reminded yourself in a slight whimper. “People die.”

A few conversations made their way to your ears and from the sounds of it you all were heading back to Tondc at daylight, but until then you had other plans. You pushed yourself off the ground, taking no notice to the way the dirt clung to your pants and face as you slowly crept to where Indra had started your training. Your sword still sat there, discarded at the side as you picked it up with loose fingers. It lulled out of your hand before you gripped it so tight your knuckles turned white. You took a swing, feeling the motion before closing your eyes and relaxing the grip. The moment you opened your eyes you took a swing, and another, and another, and another until the only thing you could feel was nothing but the ground beneath your feet and the weapon in your hand. No feelings. No guilt. No Finn. No Kane. No Bellamy.

It didn’t matter if you wanted to stop fighting or not. Fighting was the only way to numb your pain.

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