Cloud Diner: A Bellarke Soulmates AU
Summary: Clarke Griffin dreams about the same boy every night after her father’s death. He helps her through tough times and she returns the favor. There’s no way he’s real, right?
WC: ~6,500 [AO3]
A/N: The love of my life and bane of my existence, aka goldenfredheckledfart (yeah…I know) gave me the idea for this fic and has been telling me to write it for ages. I kept claiming that it would take like, five chapters minimum to capture its glory, not to mention a bunch of plot holes I had no idea how to fill. BUT since I love her and her birthday was last week, here it is in flesh and blood. Thanks also to my bae romancereadercoffeedrinker for helping me with the end and shout out to okteivia-blakes, because, by some happy coincidence, her recent vigilantes fic and this one both feature the same [SLIGHT SPOILER WARNING] ‘I only know the first letter of your name, and wow, what a coincidence that I’m meeting someone who looks a lot like you and has a name that starts with that letter’ trope, and it made me laugh.
Clarke meets him when she’s thirteen and her father is two weeks dead.
And by ‘meets’ she means she dreams him into being. She must still be pretty messed up in the head; Why else would she make up someone who wants nothing to do with her?
In her dream, she walks into a 1950s style diner that’s nearly identical to the one her father used to take her to on his days off work, complete with red vinyl seats and checkered linoleum floor. And it seems perfectly natural, as things do in dreams, that when she looks out the windows, nothing surrounds the establishment but fluffy white clouds and a clear blue sky.
She orders a chocolate milkshake—because that’s what you do in diners—before she notices him, sulking in the back corner. He’s wearing all black in a way that looks more like he doesn’t care than any intentional style and he’s sitting sideways in the booth, back against the wall and long legs extending to the end of the bench seat. If she had to guess, she’d say he was two years older than her.
She approaches him without intending to, sipping at her milkshake before she pipes up.