A/N: Hey guys! I've decided to write a The 100 fanfiction since it's my favorite show ever. After searching for a Finnamy fic or any fanfics involving a male on male relationship, I saw nothing surprisingly. So I said why the hell not make a gay fanfic of The 100 since no one actually wrote one? So that's how it started.
Warning: m/m romance, and smut sometime in the future.


Finn woke up lying on Bellamy's bed— the bed where Bellamy usually does it but that's a different story. His body was aching so badly, but he still manages to get up with the help of a wooden staff he found beside Bellamy's bed. He was sweating and starving as ever, desperately looking for food as he stood up. "How long was I asleep?" Finn thought as he shook his head and went outside. The first person he saw was Bellamy Blake, the leader of the hundred alongside Clarke. The leader was talking to someone, his face looking serious as ever. He was probably ordering them to fix the fence that got broken a few days ago after another storm that washed and broken half of the fence and our supplies. But when he looked back and saw the brunette awake, his face was now relaxed and filled with joy for some reason. He swiftly ran towards Finn and hugged him tightly into his large arms. Finn looking confused as ever. He just slowly pushed Bellamy away. "Thank god you woke up!" Bellamy said with his voice filled contentment that the younger boy couldn't understand why. The leader was still attempting to hug Finn. Even how annoyed the boy was, he just sighed as he surrendered. Finn was questioning himself on why the leader is acting this way to the person he least likes. Or so Finn thinks. He never saw this side of Bellamy before. Expect for the one time with that young girl Charlotte, but no one else.

"Finn!" a voice came from the back. The voice drew closer and about the time he glanced back, he saw Clarke running up to him—wrapping her arms around the boy's neck without any hesitation, replacing Bellamy's warmth with hers. "How's your leg?" Clarke started, looking thoroughly concerned. "It hurts a bit, but I'm fine now." Finn stated with a smile, making his voice sound calm so he wouldn't worry Clarke.
"Just come up to us if you feel anything else." Bellamy interrupted. He looked like he wasn't going to leave until the boy nodded. His eyes were still filled with relief, yet some parts of it were still worried. Finn just sighed as he continued to hug Clarke tight into his arms, but his eyes were focusing on Bellamy.

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Before he woke up
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It all started when Clarke and he went out to the woods to find edible food for the hundred. But before they could find, he fell of a small cliff that broke his leg. Tumbling down the Earth's soil, his head hit a large rock that made him unconscious for days. The last word that he could hear was Clarke screaming his name,
"Finn!" Clarke exclaimed, running like a bullet in a war. She ran down the steep and went to the boy. She shouted out for help, but no one was there—except for Bellamy.

Bellamy always followed Finn and Clarke every time they go to the woods. He never trusted them being alone together; anxious of them doing stuffs that he might not like to hear. But he was glad that Clarke was with him right now. He dashed to them when he heard Clarke screaming his name. Anxiety struck Bellamy. Waves upon waves of thoughts of what could've happen to Finn. He couldn't answer why he was so worried for the boy that he tends to avoid to, but then why does he follow him wherever Finn goes? He dashed as fast as he could to reach them. The screaming came closer—but it suddenly got silent. Bellamy's eyes widened when Clarke stopped screaming. He just shook his head and continued to run hoping they're safe, but couldn't help to worry. Bellamy hasn't got this much anxiety ever since Octavia was taken as prisoner. Before he could reach the point where he last heard the voice, he saw Finn behind Clarke—her arms carrying the boy's body with all her might. Bellamy just stood there dumbfounded with his view. "I never knew Clarke was this strong," The leader thought. He quickly snapped out of it and focused on the real problem.
"Bellamy!" Clarke shouted, struggling on carrying the boy. He ran towards Clarke and insisted on carrying the body. He gently dragged Finn's body out of Clarke hands and wrapped his large arms around the younger boy's body. After adjusting his body to a position Bellamy might think he'll be more comfortable to, carefully he sprinted back to camp; leaving before Clarke could even catch up. His head was bleeding much, ounces upon ounces of blood dripping into the older boy's hands and shirt. Bellamy didn't care but chills still went down his spine.

They've reached the camp by nightfall. Bellamy was glad they didn't get lost since Clarke has marked their path before—just in case something like this would happen. Everyone shared confused glances at the person that Bellamy is carrying. Some whispered saying it was Finn, but couldn't see clearly since his hair was covering his face. Bellamy quickly went to nearest tent, which is his and gently dropped Finn on his bed as he called for Clarke.
She went inside the tent and saw his broken leg, thankful the bone wasn't showing. Octavia came inside all confused on what the hell was happening but was shocked when she saw Finn on his brother's bed all injured. Clarke ordered Octavia to grab a pail of water with an intense voice, almost shouting. She took a last glance at Finn and nodded and went outside running.


It's been three hours since Bellamy found Clarke and Finn. The brunette was lying on his bed still sleeping. Bellamy watched Finn's innocent face as the boy slept, the leader wondering what he's dreaming.
Bellamy sighed in relief when he decided to follow them in the woods. What would happen to Finn if he never made it? Bellamy just continued to watch the boy. Finn slightly chuckled in his sleep that made Bellamy smile for a while, but he quickly grimaced after glancing at his leg. He stood up and walked to the boy, rustling the brunette's soft hair and then left. Bellamy finally realized that Finn was the only one who can make him soft. He makes him happy that Bellamy couldn't understand why. But for some reason, he just couldn't imagine the pain he'll go through if Finn's situation right now is much more severe. But he just smiled knowing he was alright. For now on he'll make sure he is alright. "You're acting really strange, Bellamy." Octavia started looking at Bellamy oddly, noticing his brother's sudden happiness. He just ignored her and continued to smile at the sparkling stars above.

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Present
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Finn sat down Bellamy's bed ignoring the pain his leg is feeling. He laid on his back to relieve the pain. Making screeching noises, he stopped once he heard someone coming inside the tent. It was Bellamy. "Hey," Finn said flatly, not making eye contact with the other boy. "I have my own bed. You don't have to let me stay here." He continued. Bellamy didn't reply but instead he gave Finn a cup of water. Their eyes finally met. "Drink up. You've been sleeping for almost two days." Bellamy said in a low voice. Finn noticed that his eyes were red. Did he even sleep? Finn thought looking slightly worried, but didn't show any emotion to the other boy. Finn just simply nodded as he grabbed the cup from Bellamy. Their hands touching, feeling Bellamy's skin made Finn blush; but he was lucky enough to hide it. They heard Jasper shouting for dinner. Bellamy offered his hand to help the boy get up, but he refused and used the staff instead. "Finn, you're hurt. Stop being stubborn and let me help you get to dinner" Bellamy said, holding on the boy's arm, slowly tightening. "Look, I know you still don't trust me but please let me help you." His eyes looked really innocent as he said that. Finn just sighed as he surrendered and then nodded. He wrapped his left arm around Bellamy's shoulder as he tugged the injured boy up and they both left the tent, Finn still limping.


Please review if you want me to continue this story. I had a really fun time writing it. :)