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Lexa's Inside Man

Private Investigator Lexa Woods sends Jake Griffin into the Pacific View, the too good to be true retirement community where jewellery seems to be disappearing at an alarming rate.

How will Jake fare as he infiltrates the community on Lexa's behalf? More importantly, how did Lexa think she was going to get away with sending her former fiance's father into the lion den?

Will a Christmas miracle sort everything out, or is Lexa going to go up in flames like the brandy on the Christmas pudding?

Read here on AO3

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"you're the writer, you control how the story goes" no not really. i wrote the first sentence and then my characters said "WE WILL TAKE IT FROM HERE" and promptly swerved into an electrical fence.

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A Home for the Holidays?

Clexmas 2024 - Historical AU - read here on AO3

Destitute, in disguise and on the run. Clarke Griffin is a long way from anywhere. As her young daughter's cough gets more persistent, the snow begins to fall. Surrounded by forest, a widow is only just holding it together for the sake of her son. Perhaps together they might find a home for the holidays

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Your pfp is so cute 😌 where did you find that

Thanks Anon 😊. I found it a year or so ago here on tumblr and traced it back to a designer named mochiball on redbubble. They have some pretty cool Clexa stuff and I highly recommend checking them out: https://www.redbubble.com/i/sticker/Love-is-weakness-by-mochiball/21170576.EJUG5. Their stickers are only a few bucks. This was another favorite of mine.

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I'd like to read more stories of a tiny Lexa just being a kid

It sounds like there are a few of you out there, so I’ll have to delve into it! I really need to get back to the story itself, but I’m more than happy to get more snippets and tiny stories out about a young, tiny Lexa.

Any questions or specifics you want to know, let me know!

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Do you have more stories from Lexa's childhood that you'd like to share 😊

You know, I had never put much thought into writing about her childhood until the comment. But I think it would be fun to delve into toddler and young Lexa. There is a lot there to explore. Like when she lived with her family, trained with Anya, and was a nightblood in training.

I don’t have any ideas at the top of my head, but I might have to delve into winter festivals, other friends she would have played with, how she dealt with being a super young second, her relationship with family, first crush, etc.

In my mind, she had a great childhood. I see her parents being dying before she ever became Heda, but she carries their lessons on life with her at all times. She still has childhood acquaintances that she runs into when going back to Trikru lands.

If you have specifics you’d like to see, let me know. You can ask away and I’ll do snippets.

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Commander Lexa Woods smiling

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Christmas, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers Series: Part 15 of Quote Prompts Summary:

When Lexa heads home from Hollywood for the holidays, she doesn’t expect to run into anyone… least of all her high school frenemy (and crush) Clarke. They reconnect, and forge new connections, but when your life is social media fodder, is there room for anything real?

Quote Prompt: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

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Lexa hadn’t meant for it to happen.  She really hadn’t.  When she’d gone home for the holidays for the first time in years, she hadn’t expected to run into anyone, because anyone worth running into had fled years ago.  Lexa included.  She certainly hadn’t expected to run into Clarke, her high school frenemy (and secret even from herself crush), and to discover that, different as they were, they were also the same in so many ways.  Life had taken them in completely different directions – Clarke to a medical internship halfway across the country, Lexa to, of all places, Hollywood – only to pull them back to this place… and each other.

It started with drinks one night and progressed to dinner the next.  They met up to check the last few items off their holiday shopping lists, and then to bake more cookies than they would ever be able to eat, and then out again to find people who could.  (The local fire department had been more than happy to take them off their hands.) She’d invited Clarke over for a light meal and drinks, a quiet Christmas Eve in front of the fire, with every intention of sending Clarke home once she was sure she was safe to drive.  But they’d gotten so wrapped up in talking that time had flown and it had seemed almost cruel to send her out in the cold when it was so close to Christmas, and…

… and then Clarke had kissed her.  Or she’d kissed Clarke.  Lexa was still unclear as to who had initiated it and it hardly mattered, because one thing had led to another and now here they were, in Lexa’s childhood bed in her childhood bedroom, soft and sated and sleepy.

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So High School

Moving back to her hometown should be Clarke’s much needed fresh start after her divorce, but the world has other plans.

Madi finds Clarke’s old yearbook, questioning her mom on the intimate message written by a Lexa Woods over twenty years ago. Clarke swears they never dated, but Madi is unconvinced. So is about everyone else.

Everyone, including Lexa Woods.

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a modern clexa au about missed communication and second chances, slightly on theme for the first day of Clexmas 2024 “Home for the Holidays”

(kind of) based on a true story

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Popular Clarke Griffin, Nerd Lexa (The 100), Artist Clarke Griffin, Meet-Cute, Confessions Series: Part 8 of Quote Prompts Summary:

Student Council President Clarke is the girl everyone wants to be friends with, or maybe just be, but it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. When she gets caught out in the art room by quiet, nerdy Lexa, she has to decide whether to maintain her mask, or take a chance and show Lexa who she really is.

Quote Prompts: “Is that a drawing of me?” “H-How long have you been standing there?”

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Clarke didn’t realize she wasn’t alone until the world came crashing down around her.  Or, more precisely, an easel.

“Shit!  Shoot!  Sorry!  I’m sorry, I—”  In her haste the right the easel, the plaid-clad, bespectacled disaster who had abruptly yanked Clarke out of The Zone managed to knock into the table she’d been working on, toppling the cup of water her brush had been soaking in (she wasn’t supposed to let it soak like that, it could damage the bristles, but she’d gotten distracted and surely her art teacher would understand that where the Muse led, the artist was obligated to follow) and sending Clarke scrambling to save the watercolor she was supposed to be working on.  Her sketchbook – the private one, the one she never showed to anyone – slipped from her lap and landed on the floor.

Face up.

Everything she didn’t ever want anyone to see on display.

They both froze, staring down at the face staring back up at them.

“Is that a drawing of me?”

 Fuck.

     Fuck.  

“Uhh…”  Eloquent, Clarke.  Real Student Council President, Captain of the Debate Team material there.  Never mind that she was both of those things, and several others besides, and Lexa was…

Lexa was Lexa, and the fact that she spent her lunches alone in the library didn’t change that.  If Clarke was being honest, she was kind of jealous.  What wouldn’t she give for a few minutes with only herself and her thoughts for company?

Hence coming to the art room after school when no one else was around… until someone else was.

Until Lexa was.

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Monsters Among Us

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic violence, Blood and Injuries, Death

Status: WIP

Summary: South of France, May 1767. A large beast has been terrorizing the province of Gévaudan for nearly three years, preying on lone boys and girls tending their livestock. The press, idle since the end of the Seven Years’ War, loses itself in conjecture based on the witnesses’ descriptions. What is to blame? A pack of man-eating wolves, a lion, a hyena escaped from a zoo…? Exasperated by the creature’s growing streak of victims and refusal to die, Louis XV dispatches Lexa Woods to the area. After all, who better than a monster hunter to kill a beast that bullets fail to slow down?

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Chapter 7: The Nightblood

The two women remained entwined long after their heartbeats had slowed, lying side by side to stare at the stars shining over their heads through gossamer clouds. Until a gust of wind carried a new scent, shattering the bubble of bliss surrounding them like a cocoon. Twenty meters away from where they lay, menacing crimson eyes gleamed through ferns.

Lexa jumped back on her feet and darted toward the threat with her claws out, too late to hear Clarke scream, “Wait!”

She closed the distance separating her from the threat in a breath. There, hidden between a beech and a fallen bough, she spotted the fair fur of a young werewolf.

Her hunter instinct, heightened by Clarke’s blood, screamed at her to slash its throat before it could attack her—or worse, Clarke. But to her surprise, the beast huddled against a trunk at her approach, making itself look smaller.

Carried by her momentum, Lexa collided with it. She forced it onto its back and landed on its torso, her hand reflexively armed and ready to deliver the fatal blow. The werewolf whined and wiggled its body to shake her off. In its eyes, she detected no killing desire. Only fear.

“Please, Lexa. It’s Aden.”

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New Clexa fic posted!

While on a mission to find a new planet for humans to colonize, Lexa and Clarke stumble into an anomaly. The anomaly causes them to evolve, granting them powers unlike anything they've seen before. Can they lead humanity against a mad scientist who hopes to control the anomaly? Or is all hope for humanity lost?

Or:

The Outriders AU no one asked for. Read it here!

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You’re frogtastic too @hevkomlezkru!! I feel honored to have been included in this select group of wonderful people. It really did lift me up in my ‘meh’ day I’ve had, so thank you 😊.

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

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A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.

My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.

My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.

This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.

Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.

I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.

So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.