The 100 Preferences and Imagines

12. "Careful, Princess." ~Bellamy Blake

A/n: Fun fact: This imagine was based off a Bellarke roleplay I did with Bands4life2016 If you want to rp hit me up on here or on insta (Check my bio) XD

"You're sure you have a way out for Clarke and I? Without Bellamy finding out I'm gone?" You asked Octavia as she was leading you to a gap in the fence.

"Yes, Y/N! I promise!" She laughed and rolled her eyes.

She bowed and giggled as we stopped at the opening. You fastened your gun on your back and bit your lip. You can't wait to explore.

You strolled into the woods and looked around smiling. You sniffed flowers and picked up random leaves. This was your heaven.

"You must really love nature." Clarke interrupted your flower smelling.

"It's so beautiful! This is the first I'm really seeing it!" You twirled around.

"I know, buts only because Bellamy tends to be protective over his gir-" She was cut off by two men covered in tattoos and dark clothing jumping out of the trees, pointing spears and bows at you.

You held up your gun, and shot on down.

"I'm a natural!" You thought to yourself and smirked.

You attempted to point your gun at the other one, but he got to you first.

The spear was lodged in your thigh and you screamed in agony. Clarke instantly shot the attacker in the head and helped you up.

"We have to get back to camp."

You winced, the collasped.

"Just go and get Bell and tell him where to go, he'll come get me anad be able to carry me back to camp."

"What if more attac-"

"What if. Now go."

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"Y/N! Baby!" You heard your boyfriend yell, his voice breaking.

"Over here!" You yelled back holding the skin around the spear.

He saw you and his eyes widened. He instantly scooped you up, and began walking carefully back to camp.

"You have to be careful, Princess. You'll get yourself killed."

wc: 357