Request: Heyy! Can I request a Bell imagine. Somewhere along the lines where Bellamy always calls the reader by their last name but he finally admits his feelings for the reader and uses their first name and it catches the reader off guard but the feelings were reciprocated? The plot to how it happens is completely up to you! (:

Word Count: 3189

Warnings: Swearing, violence/injury.

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A/N: This took longer than expected as I really don't particularly enjoy the use of things such as Y/N, I just feel that they break up the flow of the piece. You'll notice in any other reader orientated pieces that I simply avoid the use of addressing by name as much as possible, or use a nickname if I have no other choice. I still wrote it as it was a lovely idea and it's always good to challenge yourself to grow, but I think I'll continue with OCs as much as possible, as I'm really not convinced this self insert stuff is my strength.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I'd love to write more of your ideas, for The 100 or any other fandom I write for (or maybe even others if I actually know anything about it). I would specifically love some characters I haven't written for already, but whoever your beau is I'd be happy to provide 3

Key: Y/N - your name, Y/L/N - your last name

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There was no denying that Bellamy Blake was attractive. Anyone with the power of sight would have to admit that. From the moment that I'd first caught sight of him, I'd found myself staring with blatant amazement. It was barely minutes after we landed, when I noticed that he took the opportunity to soak up our new surroundings and I observed him standing serenely in the wonderful natural light of the forest.

The problem was the manner in which he strutted around the camp as if he owned the place, shirtless and completely confident in the weak knees that he caused with his ridiculous physique. I couldn't stand the attitude that he addressed his followers with and watching women flock around him only exasperated the poor impression that he gave. I tried to deny the butterflies that wreaked havoc in my chest as he marched over to me with a determined expression and prepared myself to unleash as much sass as it took to scare him away.

"(Y/L/N)! Need you to arm up. We're going hunting." He ordered in his usual authoritative attitude and as I shook my head at him, a scoff escaped my lips.

"You want me to come? Is the rest of your fanclub busy, Blake?" I drawled in a spiteful tone that always seemed to present itself when I spoke to him and was satisfied at the way that his brows immediately furrowed at my voice. "Maybe I don't feel like saving your ass again today." I added in a lighter voice that took considerable effort to maintain and he rolled his eyes at me, something that was commonplace between us.

"Not a request. Meet the group at the gates." He commanded, frustration evident in every moment that he made and I noticed that he shook his head as he stormed off.

I crossed my arms and sighed as I hesitated on the spot. It was a regular occurrence for me to join his militia's outings, since Bellamy realised that I could shoot and fight, but I was resentful of my forced inclusion in his little crew. I found time in his company stressful, especially when surrounded by the girls who made the most concentrated efforts to fight for his attention.

My ongoing frustration with his arrogant behaviour and painfully handsome face forced me to push him, even against my own will and I could tell that my continued attitude grated on him. We'd never descended into full fights, but our conversations were typically tense with aggression thinly veiled underneath humour and most of the others seemed to find time around us equally unbearable.

A small group gathering by the gates caught my attention and I bitterly dragged myself to my feet to join them. Although I could've remained in my relaxed spot until Bellamy inevitably came to collect me, I decided that I didn't desire to start the day with an argument and reluctantly placed myself at the edge of the crew. Murphy turned to view me over his shoulder and his expression dropped to one of disapproval.

"Oh, great. Of course he's bringing you. Now we can all be a captive audience to your flirting." He drawled, before he rolled his eyes at my frown and quickly cleared his throat. "Oh, I'm sorry. I mean arguing." He added with an antagonising smirk and I could feel fire burning in my eyes as I viewed him.

"Can it, Murphy." I spat with an unnecessary aggression as I turned from him and maintained a cold expression.

The thought that anyone, especially Bellamy, might realise that I was attracted to him haunted me every minute of the day and it was mostly the motivation for my long term feud with him. I could sense in my gut that any feelings I had for him were completely one sided and I had absolutely no intention of confessing my unrequited infatuation to anyone.

It was a major setback that Murphy had been present during the outing where I'd efficiently killed a grounder who was aiming for Bellamy, but so far he was the sole person present whose behaviour had changed since. Bellamy still insisted on addressing me by my surname and picked arguments with me whenever it came to decisions around camp, so I gladly played along with my continued impression of despising him. It was exhausting to keep the act going, but I'd rather die than admit that I was angry because I worried for him.

"Let's head out."

Bellamy's bossy tone was easy enough to recognise before he even appeared in my view and I rolled my eyes at the enthusiasm to follow his orders that the female members of our force displayed.

We marched through the woods in a tight formation and I was glad of the silence as we scanned the treeline for any sign of movement. It was clear that the girls at the front were staring at each other with a more predatory gaze than anything that they might hunt and I sighed in annoyance at their petty behaviour. Bellamy appeared at my side to fall into step with me, causing me to jump in shock and I made a substantial effort to not be distracted by his presence. After several minutes of avoiding even looking at each other, I cracked under the tension.

"You'd better not lag with me too long, Blake. You pack will tear my face off and I'm honestly kinda keen on keeping it, thanks." I commented as I threw him a sideways glare and he sighed with an evident exhaustion.

"You really have an issue with the other girls, don't you? Not the friend making type, (Y/L/N)?" He drawled with his usual cocksure attitude which made my stomach lurch and I felt my temper bubbling in my chest.

"I'm fine for friends. I just don't have much to say to your biggest fans." I jabbed, earning a frustrated scoff as he viewed me and he thinned his eyes at me in a manner that made me inexplicably nervous.

"Their attention really gets under your skin, doesn't it?" He halted in place to face me with a mixture of interest and aggravation souring his rugged looks and I hesitated with him. "You really take a lot of notice of my actions for someone who claims that they don't give a shit. Pretty sure you know more about who I'm involved with than they do." He accused, as he indicated to the group that continued walking ahead of us in an oblivious formation and I had already begun mentally flicking through my selection of insults to defend myself from his suspicions. "If you've got a problem, spit it out already." He demanded as he held his hands out to gesture that he was listening. I chuckled under my breath and shook my head.

"Nothing to say. Mr Chancellor, sir." I answered in a flat tone as I stomped past him and clenched my jaw tightly to prevent myself from attacking him any further. I started towards the group to catch up, when I heard a rustling in the trees off the side of the trail that we were following. This paused me in place to examine the brush, before a sharp pain tore through my shoulder, causing me to screech and I fell to the ground. The familiar rallying cry of grounders sounded as chaos exploded around us and the group fell into disarray.

"(Y/N)!" I heard Bellamy's panicked voice and hurried footsteps from behind with surprise. For a moment, I wondered if I'd simply misheard him between the overpowering sound of gunfire that surrounded us. The group circled me in a wide spread protective placement and Bellamy dropped to his knees beside me. "Hey, stop moving. You're hit!" He ordered as he examined my shoulder and I glanced over to find an arrow protruding from the front of my torso. I returned my gaze to him with wide frightened eyes and I was shocked to discover his concern as he observed me. "We need to get out of here. Help me get her back to camp!" He exclaimed to no one in particular, but his voice was drowned out by the fighting that dominated the area.

"I'm alright. It's not that bad. We should retreat." I managed to force the words out between my ragged breaths and tried to deny the burning pain that radiated from the wound. My legs shook as I attempted to force myself to a standing position and instead, I quickly lost my balance. Bellamy caught me before I hit the ground and I ended up lying across his lap with his arms tightly around me. The shouting of our group finally calmed and the panicked firing of guns slowed to nothing. Murphy crouched in front of us with a frown and even he seemed stressed by my injury.

"Shit. Can you carry her?" He asked as he viewed me with alarm, then addressed Bellamy. I peeked up at my protector to find that his expression had become frantic since my deterioration and couldn't understand his out of character reaction. I'd seen plenty of members of our camp get hurt in our time here, but with the exception of Octavia, I'd never known Bellamy to lose his cool.

"I can't move her. We need Clarke." He hissed and his hands shook as he gripped me. Murphy nodded knowingly, acknowledging something between them that was completely lost on me and he straightened up to command the group.

"It's not far to camp. You three, get back there and bring Clarke to us." He ordered, as he pointed to a couple of the girls that I'd been insulting not long ago and one of the larger men for backup. "You two are with me. We need to make sure that nothing else creeps up on us until we can get help." He nodded back at Bellamy, before jogging away to secure the area. I felt myself becoming light headed from blood loss and from the panic in Bellamy's face, I could only imagine how terrible I looked. He fidgeted slightly and I groaned in pain from the movement.

"It's okay. You're gonna be okay." He soothed as he sniffed back tears and I smiled calmly at his strangely distressed state.

"You know, usually it's the person injured who is supposed to panic?" I teased through gritted teeth and I witnessed him genuinely chuckle for possibly the first time at something I'd said.

"You're sitting here with an arrow sticking out of you and you're seriously still giving me shit?" He queried with a worried smile and I nodded in response. "Only you could keep it up in this situation." He mumbled, his tone softer than he'd ever addressed me before and I cocked a brow at him.

"What do you care? I'm sure you've got less troublesome fighters to rely on. You wouldn't even have noticed if you weren't back here being a pain already." I divulged with a vulnerability that I couldn't contain through my fear and I was frustrated that my usual attitude had dissolved. Although I didn't want to admit it, I was terrified and having Bellamy at my side was a comfort that I sorely needed. He frowned with confusion as he absorbed my words and I tried not to stare at him too intently.

"What are you talking about? Of course I care, (Y/N)." He stated as if it were the most obvious thing and I tilted my head at him. This time, there were no other noises to distract from the sound of my name and I was completely baffled by his use of it. "You are the only person in this camp who tells me when I'm wrong. I always know that I can count on you for an honest opinion." He explained and I rolled my eyes in an effort to cover my disappointment.

"Great. I'm your favourite adviser." I groaned in an attempt at sarcasm that was unsuccessful and revealed my bitterness. "You don't even know me. I didn't realise you even knew my name at this point." I added in a low voice as I avoided his gaze and despised the feeling of insecurity that threatened to drown me. Inwardly, I cursed this injury for forcing down my carefully prepared defences.

"I know what I need to." He replied and because I had come to expect his words to be insulting, the tenderness of his voice shocked me. I dragged my gaze back to him, only to find that he was studying me closely and I gulped at our proximity.

"I know that you are able to find the humour in even the darkest situations. I know that unlike everyone else here, you don't pretend to be someone that you're not and that you say exactly what you think. I know that you're the toughest damn girl in the camp, and also the prettiest, even though you seem to have no idea." He spoke in a rushed way, as if he were releasing something that he had held inside that was desperate to escape and I observed him in a state of disbelief.

"Most importantly, I know that despite how badly you try to push me away, or tell me that I'm an idiot, or judge me for just talking to girls who have never compared to you, I keep coming back to you. I may not know the personal stuff about you, but I want to, if you'd let me." When he finally finished his confession, he stared at me with such a vulnerability that I could hardly believe my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak and closed it a few times before I could form any words.

"Are...are you telling me that all of this time, I've been a bitch just to cover the fact that you are literally the most attractive man that I've ever met and I can't think straight whenever you're around...this whole time you've liked me?" I repeated in a disbelieving whisper and he nodded with a wide grin. "You know what, you are an idiot. But apparently so am I." I stated as he broke into embarrassed laughter and I giggled with him for a moment, until it caused a jolt of pain that made me whimper.

"Take it easy. I can't have you bleeding out now. We've got things to look forward to back at camp." He teased in a tone that almost covered his worry and I felt myself blush slightly at his implication. "Clarke will be here soon. Just hold it together." He added gently, as he delicately tucked my hair behind my ear in a lingering motion that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I nodded with a forced brave expression and he smiled fondly down at me.

"You scared the hell out of me." He admitted as he glanced at the arrow, then back to my face with terror still visible in his eyes.

"I'm just glad it was me that got hit, not you." I confessed as I gazed up at him, openly displaying my adoration for the first time.

He was beautiful in the soft light of the woods and I couldn't deny that I was overjoyed to no longer have to worry that I would get caught staring at him. I couldn't recall how many times I had been distracted by his freckles, or the alluring scar on his lip as he smiled with such charm that I couldn't help but to be transfixed. I stared into his deep, earth brown eyes and felt my breath hitch.

"I'll be okay, Bellamy. You don't have to look so terrified." I insisted and watched a joyful smile spread across his flawless face.

"I could listen to that all day." He crooned and I rolled my eyes at him. He cupped my face with his hand to encourage my attention back to him. "I hated you calling me Blake. Just let me enjoy this. Say it again." He breathed as his face neared mine and I became acutely aware of the pounding of my heartbeat.

"You're a terror...Bellamy." I whispered, only pausing for dramatic effect.

I had intended to leave him hanging, but the way that he bit his lip as I denied him made my chest flutter with excitement and I couldn't resist. He closed the distance between us so slowly that it was agonising and if I didn't have an arrow sticking out of me, I'd have grabbed him.

The moment that his lips brushed against mine, my heart kicked into overdrive and I felt adrenaline flooding my body. I could hardly believe that this was actually happening and I felt like the luckiest girl on the planet as I treasured every moment. What he had clearly intended to be a brief kiss proved to be so addictive that I couldn't extract myself from him and I lost track of how long I remained lost in his contact.

Someone sharply cleared their throat above us and we broke apart so brashly that I felt a jolt of pain from the injury. Bellamy glanced apologetically at me and checked that I was alright before we both turned our attention to Murphy, who smirked down at us.

"Clarke's here. Thought I'd tell you in case you...didn't notice." He sneered as he glanced between us with amusement and I felt myself blushing under his scrutiny.

Clarke's boots pounded the soil as she ran to meet us and placed herself worriedly at my side. Bellamy refused to remove his grip whilst she checked me over and instead, he watched her every movement closely with evident stress. I braced myself as she snapped the arrow and removed it from my shoulder with a sharp tug that made me hiss in pain. She quickly added enough dressings to the area to stem the bleeding and peeked at Bellamy with an authoritative air.

"That should give you enough flexibility to move her and the dressings will hold until we get back to camp. She's lucky to be hit where she was. This should be a quick fix. But she's lost a lot of blood. We need to get her back now so that I can get her stitched up." She ordered and he nodded back fervently. She seemed to suddenly notice how terrified he was behaving and softened her voice.

"She'll be okay." She confirmed with a smile that finally took the edge off his stress. Without hesitation, he got to his feet with me in his arms and I realised that he was intent on carrying me back.

"Let's get you home (Y/N)." He commented with a warm smile and I noticed Clarke raised her brows at his use of my first name.

"Lead the way." She remarked with a sneaky smile that made me blush.

I guess I'll have to get used to the camp smiling at us together.