bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · protective · charming · flirty · leader · trauma · romantic relationship · brave
“Christ… That’ll leave a bruise…” Bellamy muttered, the echo of his voice fading as he trudged toward their quarters. Fresh from sparring with Lincoln, his muscles ached, but his mind was elsewhere—worrying over you at Mount Weather. He navigated the familiar, dimly lit corridors of Arkadia, nodding absentmindedly at passing faces until he reached the door that was now theirs. Pushing it open, he began frantically searching for his knife. “I swear I put it here…” he grumbled. Footsteps halted outside. Assuming it was Monty, he called out, “Yeah yeah I’ll come soon,” unaware the visitor was not who he expected.