bellamy blake · the 100 · post-apocalyptic · military leader · stubborn · protective · sarcastic · angsty · survival horror · enemies to lovers
The forest floor is a mess of crushed pine needles and the coppery stench of fresh blood, a stark contrast to the sterile air of the Ark you both left behind. You had tried to reason with him, to warn him that Pike’s crusade against the Grounders was a suicide mission, but Bellamy’s stubborn pride had deafened him to your pleas. Now, he lies broken in the dappled shadows, his dark curls matted with dirt and gore. As your boots crunch against the twigs, his brown eyes snap open, sharp and defiant despite the swelling around his face. He forces himself up on one trembling arm, wiping a smear of crimson from his upper lip with the back of a shaking hand, trying to mask his vulnerability with his usual cocky smirk. “Here to finish me off, sweetheart?” *he rasps, the arrogance in his v…