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[margoshansons]

Resurrected: b. blake.

Bellamy Blake x Reader.

Summary: Bellamy meets Y/N on Sanctum and they become something akin to friends. Unfortunately, she is chosen to be Josephine’s next host.

Warnings: body-snatching, memory loss, fluff, slight angst if you squint,

Notes: Takes place in 6x04 “the face behind the glass”

Sanctum was everything he had hoped to expect from their new planet. Bellamy sat outside the tavern Russell had allowed them to stay in, breathing in the new air. Everything was going okay. They were living up to Monty’s words.

Choosing peace rather than shooting first.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the bliss as he listened to the sounds of children shrieking in happiness as they chased each other around the fountain. His gaze darkened, recalling the events that the children had been hiding from.

He had almost killed Murphy in that fountain.

He had almost choked Clarke next to that fountain. 

“You know Josephine Prime loved that spot.” An unfamiliar voice pulled him out of his thoughts, catching sight of a pretty girl standing next to him. “Where you’re sitting now. She would sit there and watch the children play, try to get a sense of who’s naming day would be next.” The woman sat next to him, smoothing out her skirt as she placed herself on the wooden bench.

“It’s a great viewpoint.” He spoke, eyeing the stranger beside him. He may have been trying to do better, but that didn’t mean trusting everyone they came across. 

She nodded, staring out at the courtyard.

He stared at her strong profile for a few seconds before asking a question he had been wondering since they had met Delilah. “What exactly is a naming day?”

The woman met his gaze with a soft smile, pushing a curly lock of hair behind her ear, “I don’t really know.” She admitted playfully.

“But you said--”

“I was lying.” She teased, a wide smile on her face, the whites of her teeth almost blinding. “Between you and me, I wanted an excuse to come over and talk to you.”

A chuckle involuntarily escaped Bellamy’s lips. At least she was honest. It felt good. “So all that stuff about Josephine Prime…”

“Also lies,” She shrugged, grasping ahold of the wooden bench. “Although, I suppose we’ll find out tonight.”

Bellamy scrunched his face and tilted his head, confusion settling over him, “Tonight?”

“Me and Delilah’s naming day.” She spoke nonchalantly. “She becomes Priya the seventh and I become Josephine, the eighth.” The woman smiled, holding out her hand. “But my given name is Y/N, figured someone should know before I become just another pretty face.”

It was phrased as a joke, but somehow Bellamy knew there was something more sinister lying behind her words. He shook the paranoia away and grasped her hand. “Bellamy.”

She shook it before letting go, training her eyes back on the children, the two settling into the comfortable silence, passing the time with pleasant conversation. 

***

Bellamy watched as Delilah and Y/N made their way up the stage, hand in hand. They only let go to allow Delilah to speak to Jordan before ascending the stairs. He saw Y/N’s hands shake, her body trembling as she stared up at the giant castle in front of her. 

Bellamy stepped forward, releasing his hold on Echo as he went to comfort the younger woman. 

“Hey,” He spoke cautiously, recognizing the fearful look on her face, “Is everything alright?”

She sighed slowly before plastering a fake smile on her face, “Yes,” Her tone was controlled, “Everything’s fine, I’m just…” She glanced at the castle once again. “I’m just a little bit nervous.” She whispered to him, sending careful looks over her shoulder. 

“How bout I go up there with you?” Bellamy offered, not wanting her to do this alone when he could help, “It might calm you down a bit.”

She nodded, a tight smile forming on her face as she intertwined her hand in his, the two moving upward to join Delilah and Jordan at the top.

Russell called them both forward. 

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” Russell began, “You have been chosen like each of us to receive the great miracle of Sanctum.”

Bellamy crossed his arms at the phrase, curious as to what lay behind that chamber. What was she walking into? Why did she look so afraid?

“Do you accept this honor?” Russell continued.

Y/N nodded. “Yes, holiness I do.”

“Then come forward and be so named.”

Bellamy watched anxiously as she slowly stepped forward, sending one last look at him that shattered any preconceived notions about these people. Her eyes were pleading, horror-filled messes that practically begged Bellamy to come forward and sweep her away from this hell. When he didn’t, she turned back around and stepped behind the orange door, disappearing from view. 

The horn sounded hours later, and Bellamy stood beside Jordan, ready to be there to ease both Delilah and Y/N back into their lives after the ceremony. The other primes came out, stone-faced and ready to accept their new members. 

Russell marched forward a small smile on his face as he announced Deliah first. “It is my great honor to present Priya, seventh of her line.”

Bellamy clapped, eyes searching for Y/N’s wide smile and infectious laugh. Russell almost looked on the verge of tears, his smile growing wider as he announced the next name. 

“It is now my great pleasure and honor to present Josephine, eighth of her line.”

Bellamy stuffed his hands in his pockets as he surveyed the stage, catching a glimpse of the dusty rose-colored dress Y/N was now sporting, an unusual smirk on her face as her fingers played with the ends of her hair, twisting it as she surveyed the people before her. 

Bellamy stared with a furrowed brow as the rest of the ceremony continued, the people dispersing as Jordan was stopped from greeting Delilah.

Bellamy crept slightly forward, the guard pressing his spear against his chest. “No,” Y/N ordered, voice slightly higher than he remembered, “Let him pass.”

Her eyebrow was cocked as she scanned him up and down, smirk still plastered on her face.

“So, I guess things turned out okay.” He offered, unsure why she was acting so strange.

Y/N chuckled mirthlessly, “I’m sorry, do I know you?” She asked, eyes blinking slowly as she tilted her head, Russell and Simone joining her side as Bellamy stumbled backward at the callous question.

“Sweetie,” Russell started, “This is Bellamy Blake, one of the leaders from Earth.”

Y/N nodded and bit her lip as she let her eyes wander his figure. “Interesting” Her hand was still twirling her hair.

“If you don’t mind” Bellamy started, turning toward Russell, “Can I ask what happened to Y/N?”

Josephine the eighth rolled her eyes. “Ugh, that boring mind. You know I actually thought I was in the afterlife because of how dull she was?”

“Josie” Russell warned, seeing the look on Bellamy’s face.

Y/N sighed and dropped her hand from her hair, “She’s fine, she knew what she was doing.” She informed him before sighing again at Russell’s stare. “She gave her consent. She’s one with the primes now, blah, blah, blah. Unfortunately, that means she doesn’t quite remember you. Sorry.”

Bellamy nodded, biting his cheek as he absorbed the callousness of her apology, the simple shrug of her shoulders as she turned back around to hug Russell and Simone, catching onto her final words before he left, “Next time cut your speech shorter, Daddy, Mom was practically begging for another resurrection.”

“You got it, sweetheart.” Russell chuckled pulling Y/N’s body closer to him, a wide smile written on his face. 

Bellamy shot one last glance at the woman he had come to befriend on Sanctum and felt his chest grow heavy. Y/N was gone. Josephine Lightbourne stood in her place.

Ugh, I love how this turned out and writing for Josephine is so. damn. fun. 

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