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Set My Heart Aflame (This is Not a Game)

A Firefighter!Bellamy, Detective!Clarke, Enemies-to-Friends-to-Lovers AU. Or: A ridiculously late giveaway fic for @nadiahilker

WC: ~9000

AO3

A/N: It should be noted that I have no idea how firefighting or detective-ing works. Apologies in advance. Also, fair warning, this is lacking in actual plot. (But I feel like if you know me even a little, that’s not what you’re here for anyways.)

Inspired by this post by Ciara and @prosciuttoe​, and @underbellamy​‘s fantastic edit for this fic can be found here. Y’all are gr8.

Whoever this arsonist is, Clarke has to wonder if they’ve got something out for her in particular.

“Griffin!”

The loud, deep voice rings out as she turns away from a witness and back toward the house—kitchen now no longer on fire—to see her least favorite firefighter, cocky grin settled on his sweaty, unfairly handsome face. “Fancy seeing you here.”

She loathes him.

Sighing, she flips a page in her tattered notebook.

“Somehow not really,” she grumbles. Which just makes him grin more broadly. With his stupid white teeth. “Notice anything unusual in there?” she asks, pen poised. Because she is absolutely, completely professional.

“You mean besides the fire?” he smirks, crooked grin in full force. He shifts his helmet to one arm to push a hand through his hair, setting it even more askew, looking for all the world as if he walks out of burning houses every day.

Which, okay, he does, to be fair. But still. At her sigh, his smile resurges again, but he does at least give her an actual answer this time.

“Nothing much to report, Princess.”

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