DISCLAIMER! I do not own any characters except Eden. This is if Bellamy and Octavia were grounders and not born on the arc.

Snogon; loved one.
Hayon; god.
Strikon; little one.

You had moved into Bellamy's hut two months ago, it was made of clay and pine and had been passed down through generations. You sat on you and Bellamy's bed, covered in furs from different animals. You flipped aimlessly through an old magazine you had found in a bunker; though your mind was somewhere else. Today, Bellamy and you had gotten into an argument, a pretty heated one at that. You and Bellamy fought all the time but never like this. This argument had lasted hours. It was almost 9pm, and your heart thundered as you awaited your boyfriend's arrival. It had been mostly your fault. You forgot that you had made plans to go for a hike up to the waterfall, and instead you went to the trading market with your sister Clarke and Octavia. It was an honest mistake, you hadn't meant to ditch him. But him, being the stubborn man he was, Bellamy saw it as you not wanting to spend time with him. You didn't want to keep fighting any longer. So that's why you were here waiting for him to get back from training. Turning a page in the magazine, your head snapping up, you heard the front door open. You were nervous, he probably didn't want to talk yet. You stood up, setting the magazine on the floor. The threadbare curtains were pushed aside and you stopped. He stood in front of you sweaty and covered in dirt a frown on his face. " What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to still be with Clarke and Octavia?" He sounded shocked and you could tell he was still angry. His voice was lower, rougher and you knew from experience that only happened when he was angry. "I wanted to talk to you." Your voice sounded a lot calmer than you felt at that moment. "What's there to talk about? You made everything crystal clear this morning, snogon." He set his pack on the floor, shutting the curtains and shrugging off his jacket.

You worried your bottom lip, pondering what to say next. You felt heat rising in your cheeks because you were embarrassed and still angry at him for not accepting the fact that you screwed up. " I was here to apologize, but I really shouldn't have to go. It's not like you haven't messed up before, right? Why can't you let this go?" You said trying to keep yourself from yelling. He turned towards you, jaw ticking. You had pissed him off even more, which is not what you intended to do. "I've never forgot about plans we've made before have I?!"
He yells marching over to you, towering over you, making you feel small. Throwing your head back you let out a frustrated groan. "Fine! I'm the worst girlfriend in the world! Hayon! You're such an ass sometimes!" You turn heading towards the doorway. His gaze hardened , and his hand reached out and grabbed your arm in a tight grip, making you wince.
"Let go of me!" You scream, completely fed up.
"No." He growled, his eyes mocking.
You punched him. Maybe it was because he wouldn't let go of you, but you knew that wasn't the reason why. You were angry and you needed to let your frustration out somehow. You hadn't meant to and you felt horrible already. You could feel the soreness in your knuckles already but your heart felt bruised even more than your hand. He hadn't moved a bit, his eyes looking at you in disbelief. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" "So you like to hit, huh? Did that make you feel any better?" He ground out his grip tightening, you stayed silent not sure what to say.
"Two can play at that game, strikon." He tugged you towards the bed and watched with confusion as Bellamy sat down on the edge.
" What are you doing?" He looked up at you, his face tense and unyielding. " You don't hit me. In trikru we have a punishment we use for naughty children and since you are acting like a naughty child, I think it's fitting." Was all he said and then suddenly you were being tugged over his lap.
You squealed, not expecting this.
"The fuck?!" You put your hands on the ground, trying to push up off his lap but Bellamy placed a hand on your lower back holding you in place. What the hell was he doing? " I can let go of you forgetting our plans but what I can't let go is you punching me. Do I ever take my anger out on you? Do I punch you? Do I kick you? You've been acting like a brat lately, I don't know why, but it has to stop. We do not have a commander. The clans are at war. You can't wander off into other territory, like the other day. It's life or death. You will listen to me because I will not lose you." Everything he said was true.
" I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Bells." You fisted your hands angry at yourself.
"You're gonna learn. So help me, You're gonna learn, Eden."
SMACK.
You jumped. He had just spanked you! He was spanking you like a naughty child. Your eyes widened and then you got angry. What the hell was he doing? There's no way you were going to let him do this to you. You shrieked in anger and hauled off and socked him as hard as you could in the calf. You heard him inhale sharply, and then swear loudly. You fully expected him to give you a good smack on your ass for that one but it didn't come.
Instead the room grew quiet and cold and you jerked in surprise when Bellamy leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Do that again and I'll use my belt instead. Is that what you want?" You shook your head rapidly. No, there was no way in hell you wanted that belt on your ass.
SMACK.
Your hands flew back to cover your ass from the oncoming assault. " Keep those hands out of my way." Bellamy shoves your hands away before smacking your bottom again. You didn't protest again because you felt like shit. It was humiliating to admit but you needed this, and it was even more humiliating that Bellamy had recognized that you needed it. His hand covered a good portion of your ass and no matter how much you squirmed or wiggled, the smacks kept coming in the dozens, your ass felt like someone had took a match to it. Your jeans felt like they weren't giving any protection at all…
"Please stop! I'm sorry Bellamy, I'll listen now! I'll never hit you again! It hurts! OW" Two more smacks.
" It's supposed to hurt, It's not meant to tickle." Three more smacks.
" I'm sorry!" Six more.
" I know." Eight more. That's when you started bawling, you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. Thick tears flowed down your cheeks, running down your boyfriend's pants. You took deep gasping breaths starting to have trouble breathing. " Calm down, strikon, calm down, it's over now." Gentle hands rubbed your back, as a soft voice whispered in your ear, you hadn't even noticed Bellamy had stopped. "Go ahead and sit up baby." You did as he said, whimpering at the raw pain in your ass.
You sat straddling him, your bottom hanging between his legs, his arms wrapped tightly around you, as shame overwhelmed you completely. You had been a complete brat lately, you had wandered off of trikru territory numerous times, worrying everyone, you had lied to Bellamy about little things, things you didn't even need to lie about. Today you had punched him. "I'm so sorry, Bellamy, I shouldn't have wandered off and I shouldn't have punched you, I'm so-"
You rambled. " Shhhh, baby. It's ok. You're ok. We are ok." Bellamy pulled you forward to rest his forehead against yours. He kissed your cheek, brushing your hair behind your ear. " Are you ok?" His voice coming out as a whisper. You just nodded trying to stop crying. " You're not mad anymore?" You ask, a little scared of the answer.
"No,baby. I'm not mad at you anymore. I'm sorry I overreacted about this morning. Do not hit me again or else we will end up right back here. Your face flamed at his words but you nodded your head.
"Yes, I understand.."
He kissed your nose, your forehead and softly pecked your lips. "Do you wanna go to bed, Eden?" You nodded softly, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his neck.