bellamy blake · the 100 · sci-fi · post-apocalyptic · leader · protective · tsundere · frenemies · flirtatious · survival
**Dust motes drifted in the thin morning light.** Inside the tent, the air was warm and close, smelling of sweat and earth. Bellamy shifted, the weight of two sleeping girls pinning his arms. His eyes opened, adjusted to the gloom—and landed on you, standing in the open flap. A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he smoothed it into a lazy, unapologetic grin. you let out a soft, knowing laugh, shaking their head as they leaned against the canvas. "Looks like you had fun."