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AUs for when your OTP are both assholes

You drive a massive SUV and steal my parking spot all the time and I was just heading out to leave a strongly worded note under your windshield wiper but oh no you’re hot AU

I’m a barista and you’re the obnoxious customer who comes through and orders a venti macchiato while talking on the phone the whole time so I misspell your name in increasingly creative ways every day AU

I’m a busy businessperson and my barista keeps misspelling my name in increasingly disrespectful ways, honestly, who does this person think they are AU

We were both playing wingman for our friends who have now decided to go home together, and after five minutes of conversation we fucking hate each other, let’s bang it out AU

I saw you trying to hit the “door close” button in the elevator but I made it in and then I pushed every single button to make you later for work, but now we’re stuck in this fucking elevator as it stops at every single floor and I don’t know what to say other than “you started it” AU

I asked for your help getting a book off the top shelf and and you laughed at my taste and called me a nerd so I shoved you into a table of nonfiction best-sellers and that’s how we both got banned from the quirky community bookstore AU

I take my grades very seriously and you’re the lazy asshole who asks a ton of off-topic questions to distract the professor and I might be a foot shorter than you but I swear to god I’ll fight you AU

You tried to barge into a private conversation so I said something devastatingly witty and dismissive but you came back with something even meaner and more clever AU

Shouting match over the last Thanksgiving turkey at the grocery store AU

#au prompts

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“you work at a museum and I like to come by a lot in my free time and wait why do you seem to follow me around from exhibit to exhibit” au

Clarke was quiet as she wandered through the enormous Metropolitan Museum of Art. She was 100% lost, but there really was no better place to be lost than the Met. She had come to see the Van Gogh exhibit on Irises and Roses, but somehow she had ended up in Ennion: Master of Glass, and was unable pull herself away from the exquisite glassware. Clarke herself was a painter, but art in any form entranced her.

Suddenly she heard a noise and a soft swear. She turned around annoyed only to see a relatively young museum guide trip over a low bench. He was probably in his early 20s, and wasn’t unattractive, but at the moment he was disturbing the sanctity of the museum.

She frowned and moved away from him, into the next exhibit. She finally made it into the Van Gogh exhibit she had initially desired, and found herself lost in the delicate swirls. The exhibition had reunited four of his painting for the first time since his death, and she found herself moved by the hands that had altered the art world.

She was lost until she felt another presence move into the room. The museum guide, this time armed with a broom, was carefully sweeping his way through the hall. Clarke felt a surge of irritation at his second interruption. She scrutinized him and felt a wave of familiarity wash over her. His uniform. His hair. His belt.

“Have you been following me?”

The museum guide, (was the name on his ID Bellamy Blake?), was so startled he dropped his broom. Clarke doubted he even swept the floors, since his ID announced him to be a history specialist based on the Greek and Roman floors.

“Uhh...no. No.” He bent down to pick up the broom but it slipped through his nervous fingers. Clarke stepped on it before he could try to pick it up again.

“Excuse me. I will report you if you are. You’ve been following me through the museum! I remember seeing you in all the rooms I was in before! I will call security!” Clarke took a deep breath, but the guy held out a hand.

“Wait! Yes, I was following you. But not...not because of what you’re thinking. I’m not...no.” He struggled to formulate words while Clarke stared at him icily.

“I’m Bellamy Blake. I’ve worked here for a while, but I have never seen someone look like you when surrounded by art. I was just...curious. You lose yourself. I saw you dissolve into the artwork around. You come here and you spend hours just wandering. Others run from exhibit to exhibit trying to see it all, but you savor it.”

Clarke paused, staring at him. His eyes were liquid pools of black, but she could sense he was being earnest. An elderly couple walked into the exhibit, oblivious to the tension, and wandered up between them.

“Young man, could you please tell me where the Chinese Textiles are?”

He nodded, and gestured down the hall, “Down that way and the next guard will help you from there. It’s gallery 220. Just ask as you go.”

They smiled and wandered out, leaving Clarke and Bellamy alone again.

“Excuse me,” she murmured. “I have to go.” She took a hesitant step back, then turned and walked away.

He nodded because, after all, they were still strangers. She didn’t owe him anything, even if he’d felt a strange connection with her walking around the museum. He didn’t mean anything to her at all.

But he didn’t realize that as she walked away, Clarke was already making plans to return to the Met. To see that Chinese Textiles exhibition. It had nothing to do with Bellamy Blake, nothing at all. But if she happened to run into him, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

#bellarke #the 100 #fanfiction #bellarke fanfiction #fanfic #bellamy x clarke #museum AU

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I can't tell where you end and I begin, We have become something semihuman. But can't you feel the power raging through us, We refuse to crumble into dust. Don't fight me darling, this is for the best, For you and I there will never be rest. There are dark days coming with the ticking of the clock, But you and I will end on top.

r.m.d. “Semihuman”

#mine #poetry #words #semihuman #spilled ink

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YOU KNOW WHAT THE BEST THING EVER IS? IT’S SOULMATE AUS LIKE GOD DAMN I HAVE SEEN SO MANY ON FFN/LJ/AO3/TUMBLR OVER THE YEARS LIKE:

the one where you only see color once you meet your soulmate (so you don’t know them until you see them), and it goes away when they die

the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them

the one where you don’y know your soulmate until you hear them speak, or hear them speak a certain word; your name, for example

the one where you get the name of the person in their handwriting on your body somewhere at a certain age

the one where the first thing they say to you appears instead

the one where you get each others’ fingerprints

the one where you get matching marks/symbols/tattoos

the one where your marks or words that change depending on what’s going on with your soulmate

the one with the clock that counts down the time until you meet your soulmate

the one where when you sleep you dream of whatever they’re experiencing from their point of view until you find them, or AFTER you find them

the one where you can straight up talk to them in dreams until/after you find them

the one where you form a telepathic/empathetic link until/after you find them

the one where you share extreme physical sensation until/after you find them; if one of you hurts the other one hurts, if one of you is getting lucky the other one gets a little hot and bothered

the one where the closer you are to them the more aware of them you become, and you find them playing a hot/cold game; for instance, colors get brighter and brighter the closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far away

the one where once you turn a certain age/one night a year you swap bodies with them for one night and you have a limited amount of time to leave/collect clues to their identity

the one where being next to your soulmate can heal you from things people don’t normally heal from

the one where only your soulmate can kill you (can you still be killed by age/disease? who knows!)

the one where reincarnation is also a thing and meeting your soulmate either unlocks or erases memories or your past lives until the next one

the one where in universes with magic meeting your soulmate activates your powers/unlocks more powerful magic

SOULMATE AUS WITH COMPLICATIONS:

blind characters who can’t see if the world’s in color or black and white

characters like x-men’s rogue who literally can’t touch people; characters who have been through trauma who don’t want to touch people

hard of hearing characters like clint barton who can’t hear their soulmate speak without hearing aids/at all or on the flipside characters who can’t speak; maybe it still works in sign language, or maybe it doesn’t

people who can’t read/can’t read the language the words on their body are in

characters like bucky barnes who’ve lost hands and/or had their fingerprints removed

soulmate clocks that time out in the middle of the crowd; there’s an entire craigslist category for finding who else was there that day with a clock that timed out too

famous characters speaking to or performing for a crowd and suddenly their world is in color/thier clock times out/etc and every member of the audience pretends to be this celebrity’s soulmate and a cinderella type situation ensues with the finding

soulmates playing the hot/cold game and they kEEP MISSING EACH OTHER

insomniacs who rarely sleep, much less at the same time/different time than their soulmate

soulmate ot3s/ot4s/otmores where you dream in varying people’s povs every time you sleep and get super confused

people who get sick or injured and frantically search for their soulmate so they can survive

people who need to be in medically induced comas and their soulmates have to stay away so they don’t accidentally wake them up

the one where soulbonding is actually a choice and someone chooses to bond with someone they may not know or like to save their lives

new souls who don’t get memories of past lives because they don’t have one and panic

muggles/people without powers who don’t get them upgraded or unlocked

COMBINATION AUS:

the one where you one or both of you have to do all three (see your soulmate, touch your soulmate, hear your soulmate), or all three have to happen at least once between the 2+ of you

or it’s completely random how you find your soulmate: one of you gets a name and the other gets a fingerprint, one of you has to hear your soulmate and one of you has to see them, etc; particularly useful if you happen to be blind or deaf

same for characters with disabilities/who have “complications”: they get or find a different way of finding their soulmate, not better or worse, just different

THEN THERE’S SOULMATE AUS THAT DON’T HAVE TO CONFORM TO LIFELONG MONOGAMY:

the ones where you have more than one romantic soulmate at the same time or you get a new soulmate after the first die

the ones where people have multiple soulmates of different types and it’s color coded; a red name/mark/etc for love, a blue one for friendship; for the ones where you start seeing color you get a new one for each soulmate

the ones where some people have romantic soulmates and some don’t, and those that don’t are still perfectly happy anyway, maybe in a relationship anyway, maybe not

the ones where some people have multiple romantic soulmates who may or may not also be soulmates with each other

aromantic or asexual people who have soulmates who are not and they manage to work it out

romantic and sexual people who don’t have soulmates but find happiness anyway, either with someone like them or someone not like them

SOULMATE AUS THAT EXPLORE THE RAMIFICATIONS OF SOULMATES BEING A THING:

the ones where soulmates are for everyone and get legal aid to help stay together, like if their in-laws try to keep them apart/someone risks getting deported/someone gets drafted/whatever

the ones where soulmates are super super rare and TECHNICALLY get exempted from shitty things like “people of different races/the same sex/etc can’t get married/have relations/etc” but maybe still face a lot of prejudice and they fight to get those types of awful laws lifted for everyone

agencies that exist to help you find your soulmate or figure out which soulmate thing you have but some of them are just shams, bonus points for this being in a verse where the thing is exceedingly rare to begin with

people pretending to be soulmates to take advantage of the laws, for good or ill; the couple who loves just as fiercely as a soulmates who will do anything to stay together, or the shitty people who try to claim they’re mated to people who’ve rejected them so they “have” to stay together

tabloid mags photoshopping matching soulmate marks or following big legal cases where someone tries to prove or disprove that they are soulmates with someone else

soulmates in universes where they’re a rarity or rare soulmate types like ot3s in dodging government officials because they don’t want to become lab rats

people who don’t believe in soulmates until it happens to them, or people who believe hardcore and want to find theirs but they don’t necessarily have one

little rituals that make finding your soulmate more likely, like shaking hands with people as often as possible, repeating each other’s names after you’re introduced, etc

just give me alllll the soulmate aus ok, give me people finding each other in spite of complications, give me all the delightful plot twists, give me detailed worlds where this changes the norms

feel free to reblog with sources! (or MORE AUS.) a little over half of these are things i’ve seen elsewhere over time and i cannot remember where they are all from

haha or if you’re into this sorta thing you could just take pity on me and reblog it anyway this took an embarrassingly long time to type up oh my god ;;;;;;;;;

#soulmates aus #au prompts

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more au prompts

“we’re in the same art class and I’m awesome, but you’re not and you’re failing and you need help so I guess I’ll tutor you” au

“I mistook you for my best friend and jumped on your back in public and now I’m embarrassed” au

“we’re playing the same music quartet and you keep glaring at me from across the set-up and I don’t know why” au

“I’m a jeweler and you always come in to buy stuff so I assume you have you have a significant other and don’t hit on you, but it turns out you’re just really nice to your mom” au

“you’re a delivery person and why do you always order so much STUFF” au

“I work at Starbucks and you come in so often that I know your daily order and write encouraging notes on your cup” au

“I work at a sex toy shop and you come in frequently so I assume you have a significant other, but you just like coming in to make fun of how weird the toys are” au

“you work at a museum and I like to come by a lot in my free time and wait why do you seem to follow me around from exhibit to exhibit” au

“we both like walking in the park at night and I think you’re a stalker so I accidentally attack you and give you a black eye sorry” au

“we met through mutual friends and you call me a different name but I don’t have the heart to correct you” au

“you work at a botanical garden and when I go, I get stung by a bee and have an allergic reaction and you accompany me to the hospital because no one else will” au

“I’m a bartender and I have to cut you off after a certain amount because you’re drinking to forget your ex and I end up calling you a cab” au

“you’re dressed as the easter bunny at our town’s easter egg hunt and I take my younger sibling, but she’s afraid of people in costumes and you accidentally make her cry and you take off the bunny head to apologize and hey you’re kinda cute” au

“you were a child actor in that one TV show that I can’t remember the name of and I can’t stop staring at you I’m so sorry I’m just trying to figure this out” au

“we follow each other on instagram but don’t know each other that well and I was snooping through and liked a picture from 176 weeks ago oh god” au

“we live in adjacent apartments and the walls are really thin, so I hear you sing every morning in the shower at 6:30 and you’re actually really good and I stand next to the wall and sing the next lyric just to see what would happen” au

“we live in the same apartment complex and I accidentally leave my laundry in the washer for a minute too long and you decide to take out all my wet clothes to put in yours just as I walk in” au

“I work in a grocery store and I’m putting new items on the shelf in the refrigerated section and just as I’m putting a new carton of milk on the shelf, you reach in and our hands touch” au

#au prompts

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spilled my coffee all over your shirt/coffee shop au

Bellamy struggled to balance his coffee as he made his way through the coffee shop. It would have probably been easier if he’d been willing to pull his nose out of the book he was reading, but it was a history of the making of the atomic bomb by Richard Rhodes, and Bellamy couldn’t help himself.

He’d nearly made it to his normal chair too before he someone unexpectedly turned into his path. Bellamy caught a flash of blonde hair before said someone was on the ground covered in his coffee.

“Oh, shit--I am so sorry,” he tried, but was met with nothing but silence.

The girl, because it was definitely a girl, just held up a hand to shut him up from her position on the floor and glared. Her hair was dripping.

“Here let me help you up...” Bellamy tried again, but she swatted his hand away and stood up on her own. The others in the coffee shop started whispering, but she straightened her back and moved into line, still ignoring him. Bellamy stared at her cold face wondering what to do.

“Look...I really am sorry. Please let me help you.”

“With what?” She finally snapped whirling her head. Coffee splattered all over Bellamy’s shirt, but he supposed he deserved it. “I am covered in your stupid coffee, if you hadn’t noticed. I had a meeting in about 20 min, and now I’m going to have to show up like this.” She gestured to herself. “The only reason I haven’t killed you is because we’re surrounded by other people.” She turned her nose up and turned away from him.

Bellamy couldn’t stop himself laughing helplessly.

She turned back to him and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I really am. It’s just...you reminded me of someone.”

She just stood there until he squirmed and admitted, “You reminded me of my sister. Octavia. Again, I’m really sorry, I’m not laughing at you. This is all my fault. Here, take my jacket so you can cover that stain for your meeting. You can give it back to me some other time.”

She bit her lip in hesitation before nodding slowly. Bellamy held out his jacket, and she shrugged it on. It looked way better on her anyway, if a little big.

“When should I give it back?”

“Do you come here often?” Bellamy asked. “We can meet here tomorrow, same time. It’s 7am. You can give it back to me then.”

“Sounds good.”

“Great, see you then. Bye. I’m Bellamy by the way.” He turned to leave.

“Clarke,” she replied softly.

#bellarke #fanfiction #the 100 #bellarke fanfiction #fanfic #coffeeshopAU

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Hades/Persephone AU (Part 1)

In the land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel Living in the garden of evil Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed Shining like a fiery beacon.

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Bellamy, God of the Underworld, first felt her presence when she was naught but a child. Her feet were tiny, curious and wandering. Her mother called her back, and she went obediently, but he had seen her and felt life stirring in his ancient soul. Her bare feet on the ground had awakened his blood.

She was called Clarke, Goddess of Springtime, born to Abigail, Goddess of Agriculture and Fertility. Her mother rarely let her out of her sight, but Bellamy watched her whenever she ran across the land above his kingdom. She jolted his world with every step. She fascinated him even as a child. She was so alive, so different from the death surrounding him. Her hair shone brighter than anything found in the Underworld.

Flowers grew in her footprints, yearning for a touch. He watched her bend down to the plants surrounding her, a riot of colors spiraling into existence wherever she trailed. Bellamy found himself ordering a garden be built in the Underworld – a homage to the queen who had nestled herself in his heart. Yet, he found himself despairing at the dull flowers that grew. Falling leaves, wilting flowers, and blackened stumps grew in the garden of the god-king of the dead. The only thing that survived was a pomegranate tree that grew twisted and sinister, ruling over the dead ashes of the other plants. Bellamy nearly torched it in his bitter anger, but he left it there as a reminder of his failure.

She would never have him. She would never love him. The Goddess of Spring and the Lord of the Dead. It was almost laughable.

And yet, as she grew into a woman, Clarke pulled away from her mother more often. Craving freedom she ran through the grasses often. Sometime she would lie on the ground, hidden among the grasses, and Bellamy would imagine lying next to her in the sunlight. He imagined she could feel his presence below her, reaching up to the life she promised.

Clarke threw herself onto the ground, feeling desperation overwhelm her. She was a bird locked in a cage. A creature expected to sing when told. To be happy and thoughtless with her flowers. And Clarke truly did love her flowers. She loved the fields around her. But she wanted more.

She wanted to find the border and cross it. She wanted to meet every person on the planet and learn their story. She was imprisoned by her own overprotective mother, but she was hungry for a life far away. She wanted to swallow the world whole.

A sob of longing burst from her chest and a single tear fell from her eye striking the soil underneath her. A low rumbling began and a breeze stirred. It smelled of blood and temptation. Of sin and blackness unlike Clarke had ever encountered before. She felt the earth split in two, as if the very ground itself was trembling in fear.

A man she had never seen emerged from the ground like he’d been born from shadows. He was slightly transparent, as if he wasn’t quite corporeal in the sunlight. His clothes moved in the breeze, but his face was unearthly. Beautiful. Dangerous. Clarke knew immediately he was a god, but he was unlike any other god she’d ever met. He was someone her mother had mentioned only once fearfully. The ruler of a realm Clarke could not comprehend. He was Bellamy, Lord of Darkness and he was standing in front of her.

He held out his hand, and she reached for it.

#bellarke #fanfiction #fanfic #the 100 #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy x clarke #hades!Bellamy #persephone!Clarke #persephoneandhadesAU

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Octavia looked at her phone bored, before glancing back up at Bellamy. He looked like he was being slowly strangled.

“Do you see her? What if her plane was delayed?”

“Bell, you just checked. I doubt the flight status will change in 30 seconds. Clarke will call you the minute she lands.”

He nodded slowly, but his agitation remained. His hands were in a death grip on the flowers he was holding. “What if she hates them?”

“The flowers?” Octavia stared at Bellamy. “Why would she hate them? hat on earth would possibly make her hate them?”

Bellamy started panicking again, “If she was allergic! Or I dunno, maybe they’re poisonous. I study history, not botany!”

“Bellamy! Just stop! Why are you so freaked out. It’s Clarke, not the Queen of Sheba. And why the hell would there be poisonous plants in a bouquet.”

Bellamy sighed and then whispered. “I haven’t seen her in seven months. Seven months. I feel like...all the progress we made...it’s been erased.”

“She’s Clarke and you’re Bellamy. How can you erase anything that happened between you two?”

Bellamy swallowed and then checked his phone. Still no message. Why wasn’t she here yet?

Octavia sighed and settled down to wait.

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Out of the corner of her eye, Octavia noticed a blonde head come out the door. Clarke was looking around hurriedly, gripping her luggage tightly.

“Bro, look who’s here.”

Bellamy stood straight up, like he’d been struck by lightning. Clarke’s hair was slightly frizzy, most likely from the flight, and she was wearing comfortable yoga pants and a t-shirt. But she was still the most beautiful thing Bellamy had ever seen.

He took a step forward at the same time Clarke saw him. His black eyes burned into her, leaving her breathless. She dropped her luggage and ran towards him. Having Clarke in his arms again was the best feeling Bellamy could imagine. It was like the wind rushing through his body, reinventing him. Clarke filled his lungs with every possibility and every breath mad him delirious.

The flowers were on the floor, forgotten.

Octavia rolled her eyes, turning to give them privacy, and went to get Clarke’s fallen luggage before somebody could take it. The way they made each other fall apart was ridiculous, but Octavia found herself softly smiling anyway.

#bellarke #fanfiction #the 100 #bellarke fanfiction #fanfic #bellamy x clarke #I needed my babies happy after that finale

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I got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street and opened my door to find you trying to sleep on the floor of the hallway because your roommate has his fiancée over so i guess i’ll lend you my couch for the night AU

Clarke woke up with her stomach growling. Dinner. She'd forgotten to eat dinner. She glanced over at the clock next to her bedside table and nearly cried. 1:57am. It was freaking 1:57 in the morning and although it was the first time she'd had the chance to actually sleep in ages, she couldn't because she was hungry.

She rolled out of bed and wrapped the blankets around her in an attempt to shield out the cold before waddling over to her tiny kitchen. She began rummaging around the pantry for the emergency cookies she kept in the very back, as far from greedy hands as possible. She pushed herself onto her toes and felt her fingers brush the cookie package before curling around the edge. There! Eagerly she pulled it down and...nothing but cookie crumbs. She stifled a groan, but her stomach simply growled louder growing more insistent by the second. She began rooting around for anything - a bag of chips, hummus and pita, grapes, toast, a banana. Nothing.

Clarke mentally added grocery shopping to the list of things she'd forgotten to do. She had no choice except to run down to the 24/7 convenience store down the block from her apartment building. She considered changing for a moment, but in the end she decided her pajama pants were fine. It was 2am, who was going to be awake at this hour?

She grabbed her key, wallet, and cellphone before running out the front door. And promptly tripping on something large and heavy in the hallway.

"Oof!" She grunted as she fell on someone rather large and male.

"Oh, shit!" He swore as he caught the brunt of her weight as it fell on top of him. Limbs tangled together awkwardly and Clarke felt her face being squished into an admittedly nice chest.

"Oh god, sorry." She whispered. It was still 2am and the other neighbors were probably still sleeping. "I'm so sorry," she whispered again.

"It's fine Princess."

Princess. Clarke paused.

"Bellamy Blake? What the hell are you doing sleeping in the hallway?"

He shrugged self-deprecatingly. "Roomate got engaged. His fiancée decided to visit, and surprise. I'm stuck in the hall."

"Ahh..." Clarke rubbed her arms self-consciously. She'd never really bothered to talk to Bellamy before. All she knew is that he lived across from her, taught a Classics course at a nearby university, and liked to brood. Oh, and he usually had a girl or two wandering in and out of his apartment. One of them was probably his sister Octavia, whom he had briefly mentioned before in casual conversation, but they couldn't all be his sister.

She sighed, and jiggled from one leg to the next. He was her neighbor after all. Even though he had an annoying habit of calling her Princess, he'd never really been unkind to her. In fact, he'd helped her carry her luggage up when she'd first moved in. She had never really repaid the favor.

"If you want...uh...the couch in my apartment is free. And I don't have a roommate either."

He smirked. "Dost the Princess allow an indign mazard to rest itself upon her pillows?"

Clarke glared at him, "Quit it. It's 2am, and I'm being nice. Do you want to come in or not?"

Bellamy thought it about it for a moment, allowing Clarke to stare at his face unabashedly. He was undeniably cute, but a little too egotistic for her liking.

"Sure Princess. Why not." He flashed her a cheeky grin, making her blush and cross her arms across her chest. "But tell me where you were going at this strange hour? Scandalous business?"

Clarke snorted before remembering snorting probably wasn't that attractive. Oh well, it wasn't like she cared. "You wish. I was hungry."

He laughed as he sauntered through the door. "Hungry? We can't have that. Can I help?"

"Just shut up and go to sleep." Clarke yawned, feeling a tidal wave of fatigue wash over her. "I'll get some pillows and blankets."She staggered over to the guest closet, ignoring the way Bellamy was analyzing her.

"Here." She dumped them in his arms, and started walking into her own bedroom.

A soft, "sweet dreams Princess," followed her into her room and echoed through her dreams as she fell asleep in exhaustion.

#the 100 #fanfiction #bellarke #bellamy x clarke #fanfic #bellarke fanfiction #stuck in the hall au

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