Nightmare
Okay, so this might be shit. Honestly, I don’t know. This is my first one shot like ever and this just came to mind. Also, I wrote it at like 2 in the morning so there could be some mistakes because of that. Even if it is shit, I hope if you found this and read until the end that you enjoy it.
Show: The 100
Pairing: Bellamy x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death and battle. Other than that it’s just kind of fluffy.
You stood in the exit of the dropship while Clarke held you back. Both of you in tears. Meanwhile, Miller was trying to get you both to enter the dropship before Jasper created the ring of fire. You watched as Bellamy and Finn tried to fight off Tristan. However, they were losing when Miller finally managed to drag both you and Clarke into the dropship. The door shut behind the two of you, becoming a barrier between you and the losing battle outside.
Now you hung by handcuffs to the wall and watched as your friends were killed, their bone marrow removed one by one. You tried to block out their screams and searched the room looking around for Bellamy. You locked eyes with Raven, across the room. You mouthed ‘Bellamy’. Raven shook her head no. Your stomach dropped and you knew he hadn’t made it out alive.
You jolted into a sitting position on the bed with labored breath. Your body, as if on auto-pilot rose from your seated position and started to walk outside. Before you knew it, you were outside the tent belonging to Bellamy Blake. You hesitated for a second but ultimately decided that you won’t be able to sleep until you know he is okay. You peeked into the tent, expecting him to be asleep. Little did you know he had also had a nightmare and laid awake in bed.
When you walked into his tent, his head snapped to you and he sat up, but once he registered that it was you he relaxed subconsciously.
“Y/N, what are you doing here?”
Not being able to think of an excuse, you told him the truth.
“I had a nightmare about you and just wanted to make sure you were okay” You then began to feel awkward, so you tried to talk your way out. “and now that I know you are fine I think I’ll jus-.” He cut you off before you could finish.
“Get over here.” He said softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you onto the bed with him.
“What was your dream about?” He asked softly as you two sat on the bed. You told him, because you knew that you had to get it off your chest. When you finished, he gently grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart and asked, “Do you feel that?” You nodded, so he continued. “I’m alive. It’s okay. ”
“But even though you didn’t die then, you could still die at any point. We never know what’s going to happen down here,” you explained, tears gathering in your eyes.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re right, we could die at any point. That’s why we should make the most of our time. We have to spend every minute as if it was our last and enjoy the little things in life,” he says, looking directly into your eyes with such intensity that it rendered you speechless for a couple of minutes.
“Can I stay with you tonight?” You asked, taking his advice. After you said it you looked away, embarrassed about being so blunt.
He smiled at the blush on your cheeks and replied without hesitation, “Of course.”
You both laid back down with your head on his chest, his heartbeat thumping in your ear. Eventually, your breath evened out and he knew you had fallen back asleep. Bellamy did so soon after as well.
The sleep you two had gotten that night was the best sleep either of you had in years.
Let me know what you think of it! Also if you did like my writing and have a suggestion for what I should write next, let me know.
