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He just stood there, stunned, as Clarke retreated.

"Besides, we can't leave these delinquents without any parental supervision. I shudder to think what they'd be like if their parents split up." She flashed him a comforting smile as she left, leaving him alone with a slightly warm face and the image of curly-haired blond children being the absolute death of him.
Genre: tv
100

Sleep Without You

Chapter 1: Sleep Without You

This is a songfic inspired by "Sleep Without You" by Brett Young. Give it a listen.

It was 1am on Thursday, and he was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for Clarke to come home. Clarke had gone out with Raven, Octavia, Harper, Monroe, and Maya for their monthly Girls' Night Out, an event that was strictly "No Boys Allowed." The guys had come over for poker night, as all their respective significant others were together. They had left about two hours ago, since most of them had to work in the morning. Bellamy was on winter break from the university, where he was a Greek and Roman History professor. Clarke had switched shifts at the hospital earlier in the week, which meant she didn't have to work the 3rd shift tonight, making it possible for her to attend girls' night.

He and Clarke had been together for just over a year. They were similarly different, and that's what made them work. Smiling to himself, he thought about the conversation they had earlier in the week.

"So," Clarke started, as she dropped onto the couch next to him, where he was grading papers. "Seeds in a field," he responded, not looking up from the quiz he was reviewing. "You are such a nerd," she said through a smile. "True, but I'm your nerd." "And don't you forget it," she added. Audrey had called, asking if they could trade shifts; she would take Clarke's overnight shift on Thursday if Clarke could cover her shift that night.

"Okay," he said, knowing that being a surgical resident meant Clarke worked insane hours, and days off were precious, especially unscheduled ones. "Well, I was wondering if it would be okay to postpone date night to next week," Clarke continued. "Harper called, wanting to do girls' night, since they all have Friday off with the holiday." "Sure," he replied. Clarke raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? No comment, no argument?" "Nope," he said. "Go have fun with your girls. Octavia was just complaining to me the other day about how she never gets to spend time with you, since you're always working or getting called in. I know you can use a girls' night. Besides, I know where you sleep." He said this with a wink and his signature smirk.

She gave him a soft smile as she leaned in for a kiss. "Of course you do, in your arms." She kissed him, sweet and full of love. "Nowhere else I'd want to be." He kissed her back and then rubbed his nose on hers. "Go call Octavia and tell her the good news. She'll probably scream so loud I'll be able to hear it out here." Clarke kissed him again and darted into their room to call Octavia. Not 60 seconds later, he could hear Octavia screaming into the phone.

Now it was almost 1am, and he figured Clarke would be on her way soon. They always stayed until bar time. Most of the time, they got an Uber home, but sometimes they called one of the boys to come pick them up. It was usually him, since he had the biggest car. Everyone always gave him a hard time about his 2000 Buick Park Avenue, but they always wanted him to drive, since it had a ton of space and was really comfortable.

He heard Clarke's text notification from the nightstand next to the bed and reached over to grab it. "Coming home soon" was all it said, and he knew she'd be home in about 30 minutes. After the guys had left, he had tried grading the few remaining term papers that were left. He finished the paper he was working on, turned off the TV, and went into their bedroom. After going through his nightly routine, he crawled into bed and tried to fall asleep. But he couldn't. After he and Clarke had gotten together the first time, they always had a hard time sleeping without each other. So here he was, lying wide awake, waiting for his girl to get home. Since Clarke had to work tomorrow, or rather, today, she wouldn't be drinking; just dancing the night away.

He heard a car pull up out front of their apartment and knew it was her. He went out to the living room to wait for her to come in. Sitting on the couch, he waited for her to come through the door. She did, not bothering to be quiet, kicking off her shoes at the door and audibly groaning with relief. Seeing the light on, she turned around, knowing full well he'd be on the couch, waiting for her.

"Have fun?" he asked, as she flopped into his lap. "Of course," she replied, snuggling into his lap. "Your sister would have killed me if I didn't." They sat like that, cuddled up on the couch together, until Clarke yawned loudly and shivered a little. "Alright, Sleepy, let's get you to bed," he said, standing up with her still in his arms. "Bell, put me down!" "Sorry, Princess, you're too tired to walk," he said, walking them into their room and setting her on the bed.

She smiled up at him sleepily and put her arms up, so he could pull her dress off. He chuckled and did so. She took off her bra and pulled on one of his T-shirts, which she refused to give back, and crawled under the covers. He followed her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. Leaning over, he gave her a kiss. "Good night, Princess. I love you." She kissed him back. "Good night, Bell. I love you, too."
Genre: tv
100

I Know What I've Lost (But You're What I Found)

Chapter 1: I Know What I've Lost (But You're What I Found)

Disclaimer: I don't own The 100.

So I am.

Enjoy! X

"I miss you."

It's a simple message, but Clarke hadn't texted that number in quite some time, so she couldn't stop the familiar ache in her bones. But, even so, she still expected it. What she didn't expect, however, was to see "read 2:46 AM" and to receive a reply a minute later.

"Do I even know you?"

The gray speech bubble was innocent enough, but Clarke could hear her heart thumping in her chest.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. No, you don't know me – at least, I don't see how you would, because on my end, that would be some serious 'other world' kind of stuff. It's just someone I used to know had this number. I really am sorry; it didn't even cross my mind that someone would have this number now."

Clarke had never been so embarrassed in her life (which was actually kind of stupid, because it was just a text). But at least the stranger would brush her off, and she could be done with this event.

But, of course, that doesn't happen.

Clarke watches the "…" bubble pop up and waits to see what the stranger is typing.

"Who was it? And why wouldn't they have this number anymore?"

Clarke takes a deep breath. Years of happy memories and nights filled with unanswered cries rush into her. "If you don't mind me asking, of course," she adds.

"It was my dad's number. Well, old number, now, I guess. He died a little while back. Which, honestly, thinking about it now, I really don't see why this number would still be listed as his."

(Because why else would a number still be in use by someone whose story had been finished being told?)

Once again, Clarke expected this stranger she had unfortunately intruded upon to send a simple "I'm sorry" text, and that would be the end of that. Once again, however, Clarke was wrong.

"I lost someone, too."

Clarke was suddenly reminded that she's not the only person in the world who stays up until three in the morning, with the notches in her bones longing for a time when she didn't have the smooth wood of a coffin burned into the back of her mind.

Her fingers shook as she typed out a reply. "I'm sorry. Who was it?"

It takes the stranger thirty-seven seconds to start typing after they read Clarke's message. It takes them another three minutes and forty-one seconds to finally send a reply.

"Her name was Costia. She had a smile like the sun and a laugh like wind chimes. And I loved her."

They give each other code names – "it's so stupid, but my friends call me Princess," "well, mine call me Commander," because it adds to the mystery of it all. And mystery and magic almost always directly coincide with each other. But most importantly, in a world that has already taken so much from them, what else have they got to lose?

So they talk. Every day. About everything.

Clarke tells the Commander about this pretty girl she keeps seeing around the city. She tells the Commander about wanting to drop out of med school to pursue art, because nothing makes her feel more alive – but that she knows her mom would be disappointed in her. She tells the Commander about how she believes she lived amongst the stars in a past life.

In return, the Commander talks to the Princess about this stranger they wished they had the guts to talk to – which is dumb, because "fear is weakness," but she has the brightest eyes they've ever seen. In return, the Commander tells the Princess that their biggest fear is dying alone. In return, the Commander recalls for the Princess memories about learning how to make crowns out of flowers with their older sister.

The pretty girl tells Clarke she has beautiful eyes, and Clarke tells her that, it might be rare, but when it happens, the stranger's laugh sticks with her throughout the day (like fingerprints on her rib cage).

So the pretty girl, whose name she learns is Lexa, and Clarke get coffee, and it's everything they both secretly hoped it would be. At the end of the date, they exchange numbers, only to see that they already have each other's number.

"Commander?" "Princess?"

Later, their weeks would be filled with blushing smiles, traditions in the making, and whispered promises. Later, when life, as it normally is, is sometimes cruel, they would fight. They would clash. They would both build burning, blazing fires in their eyes and in their souls. One with words tearing from her throat like a lion, and the other striking with cold and calculated vocabulary.

But, at the end of the day, "Lexa-Love" would text "Clarke 3" that she would make her a true princess, flower crown and all. And Clarke would reply that she's glad to not be living in the sky anymore, because Lexa gives her more than any of the stars ever could.

It'll be a relationship built on an "I miss you," but with a pinch of fate and a dash of luck, it'll lead to an, "I'm so glad I found you." But for now, it's a "nice to finally meet you," that feels exactly like an, "I love you."

He just stood there, stunned, as Clarke retreated.

"Besides, we can't leave these delinquents without any parental supervision. I shudder to think what they'd be like if their parents split up." She flashed him a comforting smile as she left, leaving him alone with a slightly warm face and the image of curly-haired blond children being the absolute death of him.

Genre: tv

100

Sleep Without You

Chapter 1: Sleep Without You

This is a songfic inspired by "Sleep Without You" by Brett Young. Give it a listen.

It was 1am on Thursday, and he was lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for Clarke to come home. Clarke had gone out with Raven, Octavia, Harper, Monroe, and Maya for their monthly Girls' Night Out, an event that was strictly "No Boys Allowed." The guys had come over for poker night, as all their respective significant others were together. They had left about two hours ago, since most of them had to work in the morning. Bellamy was on winter break from the university, where he was a Greek and Roman History professor. Clarke had switched shifts at the hospital earlier in the week, which meant she didn't have to work the 3rd shift tonight, making it possible for her to attend girls' night.

He and Clarke had been together for just over a year. They were similarly different, and that's what made them work. Smiling to himself, he thought about the conversation they had earlier in the week.

"So," Clarke started, as she dropped onto the couch next to him, where he was grading papers. "Seeds in a field," he responded, not looking up from the quiz he was reviewing. "You are such a nerd," she said through a smile. "True, but I'm your nerd." "And don't you forget it," she added. Audrey had called, asking if they could trade shifts; she would take Clarke's overnight shift on Thursday if Clarke could cover her shift that night.

"Okay," he said, knowing that being a surgical resident meant Clarke worked insane hours, and days off were precious, especially unscheduled ones. "Well, I was wondering if it would be okay to postpone date night to next week," Clarke continued. "Harper called, wanting to do girls' night, since they all have Friday off with the holiday." "Sure," he replied. Clarke raised an eyebrow at him. "Really? No comment, no argument?" "Nope," he said. "Go have fun with your girls. Octavia was just complaining to me the other day about how she never gets to spend time with you, since you're always working or getting called in. I know you can use a girls' night. Besides, I know where you sleep." He said this with a wink and his signature smirk.

She gave him a soft smile as she leaned in for a kiss. "Of course you do, in your arms." She kissed him, sweet and full of love. "Nowhere else I'd want to be." He kissed her back and then rubbed his nose on hers. "Go call Octavia and tell her the good news. She'll probably scream so loud I'll be able to hear it out here." Clarke kissed him again and darted into their room to call Octavia. Not 60 seconds later, he could hear Octavia screaming into the phone.

Now it was almost 1am, and he figured Clarke would be on her way soon. They always stayed until bar time. Most of the time, they got an Uber home, but sometimes they called one of the boys to come pick them up. It was usually him, since he had the biggest car. Everyone always gave him a hard time about his 2000 Buick Park Avenue, but they always wanted him to drive, since it had a ton of space and was really comfortable.

He heard Clarke's text notification from the nightstand next to the bed and reached over to grab it. "Coming home soon" was all it said, and he knew she'd be home in about 30 minutes. After the guys had left, he had tried grading the few remaining term papers that were left. He finished the paper he was working on, turned off the TV, and went into their bedroom. After going through his nightly routine, he crawled into bed and tried to fall asleep. But he couldn't. After he and Clarke had gotten together the first time, they always had a hard time sleeping without each other. So here he was, lying wide awake, waiting for his girl to get home. Since Clarke had to work tomorrow, or rather, today, she wouldn't be drinking; just dancing the night away.

He heard a car pull up out front of their apartment and knew it was her. He went out to the living room to wait for her to come in. Sitting on the couch, he waited for her to come through the door. She did, not bothering to be quiet, kicking off her shoes at the door and audibly groaning with relief. Seeing the light on, she turned around, knowing full well he'd be on the couch, waiting for her.

"Have fun?" he asked, as she flopped into his lap. "Of course," she replied, snuggling into his lap. "Your sister would have killed me if I didn't." They sat like that, cuddled up on the couch together, until Clarke yawned loudly and shivered a little. "Alright, Sleepy, let's get you to bed," he said, standing up with her still in his arms. "Bell, put me down!" "Sorry, Princess, you're too tired to walk," he said, walking them into their room and setting her on the bed.

She smiled up at him sleepily and put her arms up, so he could pull her dress off. He chuckled and did so. She took off her bra and pulled on one of his T-shirts, which she refused to give back, and crawled under the covers. He followed her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his chest. Leaning over, he gave her a kiss. "Good night, Princess. I love you." She kissed him back. "Good night, Bell. I love you, too."

Genre: tv

100

I Know What I've Lost (But You're What I Found)

Chapter 1: I Know What I've Lost (But You're What I Found)

Disclaimer: I don't own The 100.

So I am.

Enjoy! X

"I miss you."

It's a simple message, but Clarke hadn't texted that number in quite some time, so she couldn't stop the familiar ache in her bones. But, even so, she still expected it. What she didn't expect, however, was to see "read 2:46 AM" and to receive a reply a minute later.

"Do I even know you?"

The gray speech bubble was innocent enough, but Clarke could hear her heart thumping in her chest.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. No, you don't know me – at least, I don't see how you would, because on my end, that would be some serious 'other world' kind of stuff. It's just someone I used to know had this number. I really am sorry; it didn't even cross my mind that someone would have this number now."

Clarke had never been so embarrassed in her life (which was actually kind of stupid, because it was just a text). But at least the stranger would brush her off, and she could be done with this event.

But, of course, that doesn't happen.

Clarke watches the "…" bubble pop up and waits to see what the stranger is typing.

"Who was it? And why wouldn't they have this number anymore?"

Clarke takes a deep breath. Years of happy memories and nights filled with unanswered cries rush into her. "If you don't mind me asking, of course," she adds.

"It was my dad's number. Well, old number, now, I guess. He died a little while back. Which, honestly, thinking about it now, I really don't see why this number would still be listed as his."

(Because why else would a number still be in use by someone whose story had been finished being told?)

Once again, Clarke expected this stranger she had unfortunately intruded upon to send a simple "I'm sorry" text, and that would be the end of that. Once again, however, Clarke was wrong.

"I lost someone, too."

Clarke was suddenly reminded that she's not the only person in the world who stays up until three in the morning, with the notches in her bones longing for a time when she didn't have the smooth wood of a coffin burned into the back of her mind.

Her fingers shook as she typed out a reply. "I'm sorry. Who was it?"

It takes the stranger thirty-seven seconds to start typing after they read Clarke's message. It takes them another three minutes and forty-one seconds to finally send a reply.

"Her name was Costia. She had a smile like the sun and a laugh like wind chimes. And I loved her."

They give each other code names – "it's so stupid, but my friends call me Princess," "well, mine call me Commander," because it adds to the mystery of it all. And mystery and magic almost always directly coincide with each other. But most importantly, in a world that has already taken so much from them, what else have they got to lose?

So they talk. Every day. About everything.

Clarke tells the Commander about this pretty girl she keeps seeing around the city. She tells the Commander about wanting to drop out of med school to pursue art, because nothing makes her feel more alive – but that she knows her mom would be disappointed in her. She tells the Commander about how she believes she lived amongst the stars in a past life.

In return, the Commander talks to the Princess about this stranger they wished they had the guts to talk to – which is dumb, because "fear is weakness," but she has the brightest eyes they've ever seen. In return, the Commander tells the Princess that their biggest fear is dying alone. In return, the Commander recalls for the Princess memories about learning how to make crowns out of flowers with their older sister.

The pretty girl tells Clarke she has beautiful eyes, and Clarke tells her that, it might be rare, but when it happens, the stranger's laugh sticks with her throughout the day (like fingerprints on her rib cage).

So the pretty girl, whose name she learns is Lexa, and Clarke get coffee, and it's everything they both secretly hoped it would be. At the end of the date, they exchange numbers, only to see that they already have each other's number.

"Commander?" "Princess?"

Later, their weeks would be filled with blushing smiles, traditions in the making, and whispered promises. Later, when life, as it normally is, is sometimes cruel, they would fight. They would clash. They would both build burning, blazing fires in their eyes and in their souls. One with words tearing from her throat like a lion, and the other striking with cold and calculated vocabulary.

But, at the end of the day, "Lexa-Love" would text "Clarke 3" that she would make her a true princess, flower crown and all. And Clarke would reply that she's glad to not be living in the sky anymore, because Lexa gives her more than any of the stars ever could.

It'll be a relationship built on an "I miss you," but with a pinch of fate and a dash of luck, it'll lead to an, "I'm so glad I found you." But for now, it's a "nice to finally meet you," that feels exactly like an, "I love you."