Alternate Universe || The 100 One Shots

Nightmares

Prompt; Bellamy and Clarke have a 8 year old daughter. She comes in the middle of the night after a bad dream.

Clarke lies with Bellamy. Her head nuzzled against his chest with a soft smile peaked along her lips. Both their bodies were sunken into the large bed that once belonged to Becca Pramheda. Clarke and Bellamy had both been dealing with so much back at both Arkadia and Polis that they decided their little family deserved a break. Especially with a new addition on the way. The stress had been getting to Clarke, and when she was in her third trimester of pregnancy, it was not something that she needed.

The door to the master suite cracked open and Ophelia, their eight year old daughter creeped into the room on her tip toes. The light from the hallway seeping around her with a heavenly glow. A cotton nightgown curls around her ankles. "Daddy?" She whispers making her way to the bed, climbing up and curling beside him. Tears falling down her face she grabs on to her Father's hand. "Daddy..." she whispers again, scared to wake her mother. Clarke moans, turning over to her side which causes Bellamy to wake up. "Dad, are you awake?" She shakes him slightly and he rolls over to his small daughter.

She was the spitting image of the both of them. Ophelia had big eyes like her father, but they were blue just like her mothers. She had Bellamy's cheeky grin and her nose was exactly like Clarke's. Her skin softly sun kissed. Bellamy pushes his lips to the top of his daughters head. Her skin was soft, and smelt like lavender. "What's wrong baby?" He mumbles, groggy, but holding his child tightly in his arms. She whimpers and Bellamy wipes away her tears with a single stroke of his thumb. "Did you have another bad dream?"

Ophelia nods, sniffling. Her freckled nose curling up. "They're bad again, daddy. They're really scary. Make them go away!" Her voice is soft and angelic even with so much pain. For the child of Skaikru chancellors and the niece of the Commander she really had another thing coming.  Though she was of eight years old she was wise and more mature among her years.

"What was this one about?" He moves the curly blonde hair out of her eyes. "You can tell me."

Ophelia wiggles her lips trying to find the big words from her little body. Tears well up in her sky blue eyes. "The other Natblida's they found out I was one too..." her lips quiver and another tear falls. "They wanted to kill me, daddy."

Bellamy held her tight and she snuggled into him. When she was in her fathers arms it was like the entire world fell around her. And for those moments, no one could even touch her. "Baby, that's not going to happen. I promise." The thought of his daughter so scared shut Bellamy down immediately and make him weak. She was his pride and joy. Everything in his life he had ever worked up to. All those cold nights at the drop ship when the rain washed away everything they worked for. When he risked his life to save his friends in mount weather. When he went up to space to keep his people safe, despite leaving Clarke on the ground. And when he landed, she ran into his arms and he begged for her to marry him. Everything, and every fight he had ever went through was for the family he would one day have. His world revolved around his people, Ophelia at the very centre of it.

When Ophelia was born, one of the first things that came to attention of her love struck parents was her blood. Black. So black that when wiped from her skin was opaque and solid. A pure Natblida. Clarke and Bellamy knew the future of their daughter. If she were to openly be a Natblida, if the grounders found out, she would be taught and trained to kill. She would one day, have to assassinate her peers, or even worse, be murdered herself. Grounders found pride if they were to bear a Natblida. They were honoured. But those children, they were not children. They did not know what being a child felt like. They didn't play with branches, they fought with metal swords sharpened to the tip. If you looked at it for too long it could slice you open. For the safety of their daughter, and to the thanks of Abby and Jackson, Clarke and Bellamy were able to keep the colour of her blood a secret. There were pros to having a mother and friend in medical. No one other than the five of them knew. Not even Bellamy's baby sister, the Commander knew.

The fate of his child laid within his hands, and it was possibly the only thing that scared him. Losing his family was definitely the only thing that would make him break. "You're strong, Ophelia. You're smart. That won't happen, baby. I won't let it happen." He soothes into her ear and her tears begin to evaporate. "Let's get you back to bed." He lifts her up, her tired body limp in his arms. Her legs wrapped around him and her head lying against his shoulder.

Bellamy walks her down the hallway and into the next bedroom. It was a big bed, for a small child, and not even the luxury excited her. For all eight years of her life, she slept in disheveled beds with sheep skin as her blankets. The cotton itched her skin and made her shiver at the touch. He lays his daughter down in the oversized bed, her eyes flutter open. "What will they do to me if they find out." Ophelia whispers, you can hear the hurt in her voice.

Bellamy kneels at the side of the bed, running his hands through her messy hair. Her skin soft like silk. The sparkle in her eyes thanks to the tears that are hiding in the disguise of a transparent shield. Bellamy cups her small angelic face in his hand, kissing her forehead lightly. "Remember the story about auntie Octavia? And how she used to hide in the floor?" Ophelia nods, sniffling slightly. "She never wanted to do it, but she did because she had to. She was scared, we all were. Her bravery outweighed everything else. But look where Auntie is now.... she's Commander of all thirteen clans."

"What if I don't know how to be brave?"

Bellamy manages a smile. "O, you were born out of bravery and strength and love. That's all you're made of. It's okay to be scared. But the love in your heart and the bravery in your bones, you have nothing to worry about."

Ophelia takes a deep breath, exhaustion running through her. "I love you, daddy." She whispers, her eyes giving in to the temptation of slumber. Bellamy rubs her small little face and as she falls asleep right in front of him, he can't help but smile at the beautiful creation him and Clarke had made. She was made of pure love and nothing else.

"I love you, baby." He whispers, holding her head as his lips touch her forehead one last time before his feet scuff the floor making his way back to Clarke.

Bellamy sneaks into the bed, pulling the covers over his body. Clarke immediately snuggles up to him and a tear falls against his shirt. "What if we made the wrong choice?" Clarke's voice quivers.

Bellamy looks to Clarke and she nuzzles into him further, grasping at the t-shirt that hugged his body. "Babe..."

"What if this baby is a nightblood as well, what if they find out. What will they do to her. What will they do to us?"

Bellamy licks his dry lips. "This isn't the Ark, Clarke." He whispers.

"You're right." She shuffles, "it's worse."