Title: Down to earth. pt1
Summary: Valeria finds herself a little too tipsy and ends up laying on the ground
Warnings: not really much for this part. kissing, swearing, and some trauma mentioned.
Fyi:this is my first fic so feel free to let me know if there’s something you think i can do to improve. Sorry for the long introduction 😭. and i haven’t watched the 100 in a while so this is probably a little off
This is not proofread
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Valerie is…well she is a lot of things. She is very strong-willed, unyielding, and resilient, but she is also soft deep down. Even if she never admitted it.
Back on the ark, she was born to a single mother. Her father was just one of her mother’s flings. Her mother never payed much attention to her so she spent time learning new things so she could prove herself to her mother. Unfortunately no matter how much reading, drawing, and all she did to show how much she loved her mom. Her mother never cared much. Her mother was too busy drinking her days away to notice. Her mom eventually succumbed to illness, after years of neglecting her own health. And just like that, Valeria was an orphan.
Life on the ark was already hard, but it became even harder. Food became scarce, and one day desperation pushed her too far and she attempted to steal some rations.
She was caught.
And that’s how she ended up in the skybox
On the Ark, she was a nobody. Just another forgotten kid. Nobody important.
But everything changed when the 100 were sent to earth.
She wasn’t just a nobody anymore. Technically, all of them were nobody’s on the Ark. But down here?
She could be whoever she wanted to be.
Valeria is very assertive and self-assured. People naturally looked up to her. But she wasn’t the only one people looked up to.
Bellamy had his own group.
They never got along, it was clear from the start that they absolutely despised each other.
Valeria was never afraid to question his judgment or point out his faults, something Bellamy absolutely hated. Bellamy on the other hand, was never intimidated by her. It was almost like he enjoyed getting under her skin whenever he could.
One night things were…well definitely different.
She got a little too tipsy from Monty’s moonshine and was stumbling around camp, muttering nonsense to herself.
Bellamy was also a little drunk, but clearly not as much as she had.
When he saw her wandering around the camp while stumbling. He almost laughed, almost went over there to get under her skin.
But when she fell over and just lied there hammered.
He just watched.
He felt a strange feeling
Concern, maybe?
No, that can’t be right.
Yet he finds himself walking over there and kneeling beside her.
“What kind of ritual is this?” He says with his usual cocky tone and that familiar infuriating smirk. “Trying to become one with the ground?”
“Do you ever shut up?” she groans in annoyance.
His smirk widens.
“Nah,” he replies. “I’d rather see how long i can go till you snap.”.
“Could you stop being a dick for atleast a minute?” She says sharply.
He shifts on his feet for a second before standing up and grabbing a canteen with water out of his belt. He reluctantly hands it out to her.
“You’re a mess. Drink some water atleast.” he mutters, his voice loosing that cocky tone.
She looks up at him suspiciously and stubbornly.
“Knowing you, you probably poisoned it.”.
He can’t help but smirk again.
“Trust me, I’d love too but how could i do that to my favorite princess?” He says with a teasing tone.
She rolls her eyes before reluctantly taking the canteen from him, their fingers brush slightly but neither of them moved away.
Bellamy noticed it first.
Her hand was warm and soft. For a second there he forgot what he was even doing. He reluctantly pulled his hand back like it burned him.
“Don’t choke on it, you airhead.” He muttered
She took a long, refreshing sip of water before screwing the cap back on.
“You stalking me now?” She says her voice still slightly slurred from all the moonshine. “That’s new.”
He straightens up and crosses his arms.
“Relax princess, if i wanted to babysit i sure as well wouldn’t pick you” he says.
She scoffs.
“Are you kidding me? Why would i ever need help from you?” She says before adding under her breath “you asshat…”
Bellamy slightly tilts his head and looks at her. Letting out a deep chuckle.
“You’re slumped out on the dirt like it’s your new bed.”
“So?” She says, propping herself onto one elbow to glare at him.
He was quiet for a good minute.
He should leave.
He has no business looking after someone he hates.
Does he hate her?
He doesn’t walk away.
He snaps out of whatever that was.
“You’re stubborn as hell, you know that?” He says.
“Well, it takes one to know one” she snaps back.
“Yeah” he admits quietly. “It does.”
Valeria looked at him, really looked at him. She saw more than the bitchy Bellamy she knows for a moment.
“Why are you still here?” She asks.
Bellamy shrugs.
“I’m just waiting for you to get yourself together.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“Or maybe,” she says slowly “you’re curious.”
Bellamy looks a little confused,
But is she wrong?
“About what” he says
“About me.” She says with a slight smirk.
For a second Bellamy didn’t know what to say.
he clears his throat “Why would i be curious about you?” he says as he shifts nervously
Valeria smirks “i think you know why”
She isn’t sure what she’s feeling right now, but she knows it’s different
A unfamiliar feeling.
Bellamy scoffs “i don’t, and I’m not curious”
Maybe he is curious but his pride would never let him admit that to himself or anyone else.
She just scoffs “whatever.” then after some thought she adds “…can you just help me up?”
He almost grins but he holds it in “why should i?”
She starts to get a little agitated “if you aren’t here to actually help, just get out of my face.”
Bellamy rolls his eyes, he’s not actually annoyed.
He just doesn’t want to seem like he actually cares.
“Fine” he says gruffly before reaching a hand out to her.
She just looks at him for a good minute before taking his hand and pulling herself up.
Bellamy’s hands instinctively hover around her waist to steady her if needed.
“Thanks” she mutters.
Valeria tries to stay balanced but her body betrays her.
Bellamy wraps an arm around her shoulders
“God, you’re a mess.” he says
“Just shut up.” she says
he helps her over to her tent.
“You know, i didn’t need you to walk me over here” she says stubbornly as he lifts the tent flap for her.
She walks in before looking at him
Really looking at him
The soft fire light glistens over his face highlighting his strong yet soft features.
Valeria sees him differently for the first time
Every pore.
Every tiny scratch and scar.
The way his deep brown eyes look under the moonlight.
What is she thinking?
Why is this happening?
Why does he look so…different?
Is it the alcohol?
Is it her?
without thinking she leans closer, not enough to make it obvious but enough for her to consider what she’s really thinking about.
Valeria’s eyes flicker down to his lips for a split second
Then,
she closes the distance.
she isn’t quite sure why she’s doing it or how it result but
she knows it’s what she wants
she presses her soft lips against his, testing the waters.
Bellamy almost has an existential crisis right then and there.
but deep down?
Maybe he does want this…
Maybe he wants more than just this.
Maybe, he just wants her
Perhaps he needs her.
His lips move against hers with ease
in this moment he doesn’t care about titles or leadership.
Her lips move against his with hunger
He walks into the tent, letting the tent flap fall behind him without breaking the kiss
Bellamys calloused hands meet her jaw
Valeria’s soft hands slide up his back
One of his hands meet her waist, pulling her completely against him as he deepens the kiss.
He slides his tongue in and she parts her lips eagerly to grant him more access to her mouth.
Maybe they hate each other or maybe…
They’re too alike for their own likings.