I Only Wanted You
Request: Bellamy and reader request where finn never massacred the grounders so when lexa offers a truce, reader is forced to marry a grounder and he abuses her… but Bellamy stops it and figures a way out. With love confessions and a happy ending please.
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: Sorry I didn’t post much today, I took the day off to spend time with my family and play Resident Evil 7:), plus I didn’t have any requests. Until I saw this one, and really wanted to write it! Please, don’t forget to send in some requests!
Warning: force marriage. abusive relationship. i don’t mean to insult anyone, if you don’t like this type of prompt, don’t read.
“This truce…” Lexa spoke slowly and with intrigued eyes, you watched her pace back and forth. You stood next to Bellamy and behind Clarke, you co-leaded with the two, though you were more like a consoler and vice-giver then anything. Despite that, Lexa wished to have you in the room.
You couldn’t help but feel her second-in-commands, a tall male, who stood broad, eyes on you. You tried to ignore the way it made you feel uncomfortable, but you could feel his eye slinger longer then they should and his eyes drift up and down.
You stood closer to Bellamy then before, fear rising in your throat at the lecherous look in his eyes. Bellamy paid no mind to you, only thinking you were cold or something.
“Yes, if we want to save our people in Mount Weather, I believe we need to establish a truce.” Clarke explained, leaning over the table as she looked at Lexa pleadingly. You watched, ignoring the man and instead focusing on your leader. You wanted this truce to work, you really did, or else you would be able to save your family. You wouldn’t be able to save Harper, who happened to be your best friend.
“I understand that, Clarke.” Lexa nodded, and you didn’t miss the way her eyes drifted to you. “But we need some sort of trade agreement to establish the truce, my second-in-command, Thune, reminds me of that.”
“Anything.” You stepped up, all eyes falling on you as you cut in. You gave Lexa a smile and nodded. “We will give you anything. I will give you anything.” You could feel Bellamy’s gaze on you but shook your head, but when you looked back at Lexa you couldn’t ignore the way her eyes stared at you in sympathy, as if she knew something you didn’t.
“Yes, well… we have already thought of something.”
“What is it?” Bellamy asked, suspicious.
“Thune wishes to have a wife.” She said, hiding her internal feelings as she raised her chin, staring at you directly. Suddenly, as if everything clicked, you took a step back in shock. Clarke’s eyes falling on you as she too realized, you let our gaze drift the Thune seeing him walk towards you with a wide smile.
“No.” Bellamy stepped in front of you, his voice stern and demanding. He effectively blocked Thune’s path towards you and you fiddled with your fingers, looking down. Was this really the only way? You didn’t understand. Why you? Why must he had a wife in order for the truce to be established?
“There must be some other way,” Clarke reasoned.
“There isn’t.” Thune finally spoke, staring at you over Bellamy’s shoulders.
Clarke glared at him before turning to Lexa, you didn’t miss the way their eyes drifted longer than they should. There was something more there… “Commander, please. What does him having a wife have to do with our truce?”
Lexa stayed silent, seemingly thinking over things before she finally answered. “We must… have one of your people here in order to make sure you all mean well. We are vulnerable in this truce and we can not have you betraying us, the most effective way is to keep someone of yours here.” She explained, and you reasoned that it did make sense. The only thing is why you? Or why as a wife? You would’ve possibly offered to stay willingly, but you weren’t ready to be married, especially to a man you didn’t know. A man you didn’t love…
“Okay… why Y/N? Why as a wife?” Clarke asked, not giving up on you yet.
“Because my wife was killed by your people.” Thune cut in, glaring at Clarke darkly as he took a threatening step toward you. Bellamy tensed, his hand falling to the gun strapped to his leg.
“i-i…” Clarke stumbled for words.
“No.” Bellamy repeated, “anyone else. Not Y/N.”
“There is no other choice.” Lexa said and you sighed.
“I will not let them take her, Clarke.” Bellamy said, only directing his sentence to Clarke. You watched as Thune’s face twisted in anger and Bellamy went to pull out his gun before you grabbed his wrist. The room went still as you let out a deep breath, Bellamy’s gaze falling on you. You smiled at him sadly, before stepping in front of him. You looked directly at Thune, despite the fear that nestled in your stomach.
“Fine.” You spoke, all eyes once again on you. “I will be your wife, but only if you promise not to betray us. That the truce will stay in effect.”
Lexa nodded, “yes. I promise.”
“Y/N!” Bellamy’s voice practically boomed, you turned to him. “I have to Bell,” you nodded.
“There has to be another way.” He whispered harshly towards you.
“There isn’t. Please, save our people.” You leaned up kissing his cheek, until you felt a tight grip on your upper arm. You turned to see Thune, ready to lead you out before his gaze drifted to Lexa’s obediently.
“Y/N, this truce happened because of your willingness. You will be treated right.”
You left one final gaze towards Bellamy before you were dragged out of the room.
Your fear was rightly placed. Thune was mean and harsh, he didn’t treat you as a human rather something pretty to look at. You never knew grounders could be this cruel, even when they had set war against you, before this. He stared at you with hunger and anger, his eyes twisted as he repeatedly beat you.
You weren’t allowed to leave the house. You hadn’t seen your people in days and instead the same boarded walls, Thune would leave during the day and you would be forced to work. You wondered if this was how he treated his last wife, or if the anger of loosing her caused this. Either way, you didn’t care, you just wanted out. You needed out.
You were scared to speak. Scared to move when he was home. He was much stronger than you and you hadn’t been able to collect anything of your things from Camp Jaha before your stay.
You missed everyone, but most of all you missed Bellamy. You wanted to see his freckled face staring at you, giving you hope in the most hopeless situations. You were restless and scared.
Marks and bruises marred your skin. He had even tried to force you, but you’d fought, screaming before he gave up. When he had, you’d realized that he was scared of being caught. That what he was doing was wrong and he could potentially get in a lot of trouble for this. You had thought about running to Lexa, hoping maybe she’d understand but there was no way. Not with Thune in your way.
You were weak. And everything hurt. Even now when you laid on the cot, Thune was gone and you weren’t sure when he’d be back. But you relished in the quietness.
You regretted thinking that when the sound of the door opening squeaked and you immediately sat up. Scared. What was he going to do now? Looking around you searched to see if you had done everything he’d told you to do, at first you’d fought his orders. Appalled that he thought he could boss you around, that was before he beat you. Now, you obeyed every order. You’d lost all fight.
Your eyes widened when it wasn’t Thune and rather a face you never thought you’d see again. “Bellamy…” You whispered, trying to see if you were dreaming or if he was really there.
“Y/N… what did he do to you…” He whispered, his eyes taking in your weakened state. Suddenly you became ashamed and you hugged yourself, you never wanted Bellamy to see you in such a pathetic state, he always told you how amazing you were at fighting and staying strong, and now…
“I-I’m sorry…” You choked out.
He was about to reply before footsteps echoed and you snapped up. No. If Thune saw him you didn’t know what would happen. You shot up, running to Bellamy and grabbing his arm. “You need to go. You need to hide.”
You ignored his voice, in a fit of panic you looked around. There was no where! “He’ll hurt you. He’ll hurt me!” You cried, scared.
“Girl.” Thune’s voice cut your panic and you snapped your head to behind Bellamy, seeing your worse nightmare standing there with a angry look on his face. You began to shake, stepping back. You crouched, covering yourself, “please..”
You closed your eyes, waiting for the hit before a thump echoed and you looked up, expecting to see Bellamy on the ground only to see Bellamy standing over top of Thune. “Y/N… we need to go.” He went over to reach you and you flinched back, he stared worriedly before kneeling down and staring at you with his soft caring eyes. You could get lost in them, and finally you felt a tiny bit safe.
“I won’t hurt you. You can trust me.” Bellamy whispered, staring at your eyes. With a slow hand, you let your hand fall in his much larger one, letting him pull you up.
“We need to get you out.”
“What about the truce?” You asked, staring at the outside that you hadn’t seen in days.
“I’ll figure something out.”
You stood in the same room that you’d been standing in when you’d been wedded off. Tuck directly beside Bellamy as you stopped opposite of Thune. His face bruised because of Bellamy. Clarke stood next to you and Bellamy, Lexa in front of you all.
“What is the meaning of this?” Lexa’s voice cut in. “Thune, you first.” You flinched, cowering into Bellamy as tightened his grip around you, glaring daggers at Thune.
“Everything was going well, before that Skai person disobeyed the rules of our truce. He took the girl… Y/N, claiming i beat her.” Lexa let her eyes fall on you, watching as you flinched.
“Clarke.” Lexa ordered.
“Y/N has been beaten since the day we signed our truce because of Thune. Bellamy only just saved her, before he brought her to be.” Clarke keep her eyes on Thune as she spoke, then her voice became soft and she looked to Lexa. “Lexa, she has multiple bruises over her body.”
“That is a lie!” Thune yelled, outrage. Lexa held her hand out to him, looking at you.
“Show me the marks.” You gasped, looking up at Bellamy before he nodded at you, reassuringly. You carefully stepped out from his embrace, raising your shirt to show blue, purple and almost black bruises all over your skin. As well as cuts that marred, cuts that would without a doubt scar.
“My god…” Lexa whispered, her eyes outraged as she looked over your body. You shivered at the cold, before she nodded and you let your shirt fall.
“I promised you safety in my home, Y/N.” She spoke, her eyes falling on Thune. He stared back defiantly at her. “This is a direct betrayal of out truce, Thune, and I can not let it continue.”
You sighed, turning to Bellamy who hugged you and smiled. “I told you I would keep you safe.” He kissed you on the forehead and you finally felt safe again.
“You are allowed to return home, Y/N and the truce is still in effect.” Lexa reassured Clarke and you let a breath of relief. Happy you hadn’t ruined what you needed most.
“What about Thune?” Bellamy asked angrily, his eyes dark and narrowed towards Thune.
“He is sentenced to death by a thousand hits… by Y/N.”