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For this Clexaweek, I'll try to write for last year themes as I make y way updating my WIP's. So here it is, For day one: Childhood Friends, an update and final chapter to this one.

Here's a summary:

Lexa, the future Queen of the Kongeda and Clarke, daughter of one of the biggest noble families of Polis, have been best friends since they're kids. As they grow up they start considering their feeling for each other, but the world and time were they live in is not on their favor. Chapter two is full of different moments of their lives, as they navigate to their happy ending.

Thank you for the amazing moodboard to @thecrimsonknight

Happy March third kru! Merry Clexaweek 💖

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Hi! So im not sure if i did sent the comment on the last chapter of Sonraun Rein Kiken i might actually sent two so i just wanted to come here and say that i loved it, the fluff and the peak into te future (i was scared that Clarke might've not been alive or in the ring 😫) Abby and Lexa interaction, Lexa and Luna, Murphy and Clarke, the shower? God, i loved it all, truly 💖

I did get your comment (and just one in case you were worried)!! But I’m more than happy to get something here too! Thank you for all your kind words, this time and last.

The fluff was definitely needed. Those two can be so cute together, and I wish they lived in a world where they could be themselves around others. But we at least get a peak at their love. These two both needed someone to lean on, someone that understands the burden of leadership and the toll it takes, and someone to care for them because of all that. I personally love their banter, and getting to see a sarcastic Lexa.

We will see more Luna and Lexa, which will be fun to explore. And of course all the other relationships, friendships, and hardships in space.

Spoilers below for those not all caught up through Ch 16.

I initially had some of the next chapter in this one, where the plot picks up again as we get closer to the death wave, but I decided to just stick with fluff. But fair warning, some pretty intense things are coming up.

Thanks again for following and sending this!!

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smiley lexa for some sanity

link to the og post cause the quality here is shite

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I remember watching ALLLL the hours worth of bonus features on the LOTR DVD collection.

the death of dvds is so fucked. what about bonus features

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BITCH HAS LEXA IN THE MIDDLE OF HER "MEMORY" WALL AND THEN ANOTHER ONE RIGHT NEXT TO IT FROM THE TIME THEY HAD SESBIAN LEX

This show really just smaks me in the face with how dead Lexa is and then watches me cry

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fucked up hurt/comfort. the person who stabbed you tends to your wound. the person who killed your loved one helps you grieve.

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Clexa Fanfics

Hey guys these are all the Clexa fanfics that i love and wanted to share!

None of these are mine and all of the fics i added are completed works unless stated otherwise

Clexa

A Different Landing by RhinoMouse ****

The drop ship was always going to have problems coming down. Unfortunately for the 100 they ended up in Ice Nation territory where the locals were far less forgiving. With all the wristbands gone and the survivors unable to contact the ark, the ark never came down. Now four years later the surviving members of the 100 have been assimilated into Nia's army. When Lexa calls for the armies of the coalition to march on the mountain Clarke finds herself leading the Ice Nation forces.

[probably one of my favorite Clexa fanfics. The writing, world building, just everything is so well written and interesting. Highly recommend]

Runners From Azgeda by ellaaa25

Clarke and Raven are sisters only one month apart in age. The day before Clarkes 9th birthday, Jaha drops a block of the ship filled with 40 people to save oxygen with no warning. Clarke and Raven are in a pod and land in Azgeda and are taken to Nia. They are beaten, tortured and broken before being trained in the fighting pits of Azgeda to win their freedom as a pair. At age 16, the sisters are still searching for freedom

The Shadow by Clexa1205

Clarke leaves Camp Jaha and ends up getting captured by Azgeda where she comes face to face with Queen Nia and an unexpected enemy. Two years later, after being blackmailed, tortured, and trained, Clarke is forged into the ultimate weapon: an assassin known as the Shadow.

The Ursa & The Heda by SweeTarts151

Spirits are a large part of grounder culture, when Clarke switches places with Finn to spare him his life and get the alliance, something happens that changes her. Changes the way the grounders and her own people look at her. (Warning torture in first chapter)

When a Fallen Star Finds a Home on the ground by LMS (LMS180)

Torn between the hate Clarke felt for this betrayer and old feelings she wished could be forgotten, Clarke made a choice. And before she could live with the consequences of her actions, life pulled her down an unforeseen path. Today the Skai princess’s story is nothing but a distant memory. One long replaced by curious whispers surrounding Azgeda’s mysterious new Heir, Klark. With a new enemy threatening the Coalition’s Western borders, the Commander had no choice but to summon the 13 clans together. As the clans begin to assemble for the upcoming war, many eagerly await the arrival of Azgeda's mysterious Winter Wolf

(my) Destruction Within Your Mouth by KL_Morgan

Clarke loses: her head, her voice, her heart.

Survivals a Fools Errand by Ebozay

Clarke is spared the same fate as her father by being sent to Earth in a drop pod, a metaphorical canary in a coal mine. All in the name of saving what is left of the human race. To her surprise and short lived excitement she finds that the ground is survivable, that she won't burn as soon as the air touches her. But the scarred and brutal people she encounters? Maybe she's a fool to think she could survive life on the ground after all

Where Green Meets Blue by Clexaisbae

Clarke left Camp Jaha, leaving behind a very confused Bellamy. She stumbles through the forest, lost and unsure of what to do but a pair of green eyes pushed her on. At night, after a close encounter with a panther, Clarke was captured by the Ice Nation and now she has to fight her way out, with only a pair of green eyes to guide her out

The White Queen Running by KL_Morgan

Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.

(OR: Soulmates, parallel worlds, and Ice Queen Clarke; oh my. Canon divergent from 2x16.)

Clexa Alternative Universes

Blood (Must have Blood) by LexAlexAU

Hunger Games AU

(Just a) Little of Your Love by M_E_Scribbles

Clarke Griffins back in her hometown and working her dream job, as a detective and the leader of Polis Police Department's Search and Rescue. Then she's told to take the SAR to a local kindergarten class for a safety program.

That's where she meets an interesting young girl who takes to her immediately. When adorable handmade cards start appearing at her desk. She goes to the school to thank the girl and runs into a gorgeous woman who begins to invade her thoughts.

Of Sharp Talons and Sharper Eyes by AlexielMN

Daemon AU & Azgeda!Clarke

A Day In The Life of a Demigod by soshy (Sosh_022)

Demigod AU

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Ridin’ by Chamillionaire but I have absolutely NO IDEA why. Something must have caught my eye while just randomly scrolling.

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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She won't even see you. Yet everything you do elevates her. Why? Clarke elevates herself. She's special.

ALYCIA DEBNAM-CAREY as COMMANDER LEXA THE 100 S03E03 • Ye Who Enter Here

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Little sneak peek/short chapter for a part 2 to Hot Mess... nsfw

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“Your parents will be here in less than twenty-four hours. If you don’t fuck me in the next minute? I’m going to die. Okay? I’m not being dramatic, I’m being honest. That’s it, I’ll die. Or I’ll start losing my mind. Gnawing at my own leg or something.”

It’s the first thing Clarke has said to Lexa all day, and it’s thrown at her the minute she walks through the door. Granted they have been quite busy today taking the last of their finals, but still. Clarke is lounging in her bed, splayed out with an arm above her head, like she’s one of those tragic Greek goddesses wasting away. The fact that she’s only wearing panties with an oversized t-shirt, her go-to comfy clothes the moment she’s back in the dorm, only supports the vibe.

Lexa says nothing, at first. Just stares at Clarke as she drops her backpack to the floor and then walks toward her, slow even when Clarke perks up, blue eyes widening as she hurriedly swivels around to sit on the edge of her bed. “You,” Lexa begins, face serious as she begins to undo the buttons on her own shirt. Clarke is entirely unbothered by Lexa’s tone, gaze zeroed in on nimble fingers working the buttons. “Are the biggest,” Lexa shrugs off her unbuttoned shirt, letting it float to the ground. She pulls her tank top overhead, running a hand through her wild mane of hair; Clarke hungrily watches her every move, eyes dark, blown pupils eating away the ring of blue, "drama queen I have ever met.” Lexa unbuttons her pants, slides the zipper down at an excruciatingly slow pace— so slow Clarke’s eyes narrow and snap up to her face. She’s pushing off the bed a second later but Lexa only extends her arm, stopping her with a palm to her chest. Clarke’s lips twist in a pouty frown, and Lexa just smiles. Pushes so Clarke stumbles back to the bed and sits with a scowl. The scowl slips away a second later as Lexa finishes unzipping and then begins to push her jeans down her hips. 

Clarke gapes, making to stand again and stopping when Lexa shakes her head. “You’re not wearing any underwear! That’s cheating.”

“No, cheating is you sending me a video of you touching yourself while I was in Senior Sem. Knowing I couldn’t do anything about it considering I had to present in five minutes.” 

“Oh, but it’s fine for you to send me a nude during my sculpting final?” Clarke demands, her frown belied by the way she’s appraising Lexa, licking her lips as Lexa’s jeans are pushed down her long legs. “I started groping my sculpture’s tits without even thinking about it. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Lincoln asked me what the hell I was doing. You know he’s going to tell Octavia and she’s never going to let me live it down.”

“Good.” Lexa kicks the crumpled jeans away. “I had to put my phone on airplane mode in case you sent me more, and the whole class got a show.” 

“They’d be so lucky.”

“I don’t think my professor would agree.”

Clarke opens her mouth to argue, but she falls silent when Lexa reaches behind to undo her own bra. Blue eyes glaze over as the bra falls, straps slipping off Lexa’s arms. Lexa nudges it aside with a foot and steps forward, Clarke automatically spreading her legs to let Lexa stand between them. She’s good, though, and doesn’t lift a hand to touch. She flattens her palms to the mattress instead, and just looks at her. Lexa remains still, entirely naked, and allows Clarke to drink her in. Clarke’s eyes are at half-mast, her breathing fast, and Lexa knows she’s itching to reach out. To touch. 

“Do you want me to apologize?” Clarke finally breaks the silence, her voice raspy. She lifts entirely unrepentant eyes to meet Lexa’s. There’s the ghost of a smile curling her lips. “Because I’m not sorry. I don’t think you are, either.”

“I was wet through my entire presentation,” Lexa tells her; Clarke’s breath hitches, and her dark eyes flit down to the apex of Lexa’s legs, as if to see the proof. “I stumbled over my words twice. I can’t even remember the conversation I had with my professor afterward. I was too busy thinking about what I’d do when I came back here.”

Clarke lifts an eyebrow, her cool composure somewhat betrayed by her shallow breathing and the way she’s fisted the mattress sheets in her hand. “And? What ideas did you come up with?”

Clarke’s lashes flutter as Lexa slips a hand into her hair. She brushes through it before shifting to the back of her skull and fisting her hair tightly. Lexa pulls her head back and leans down to taste Clarke’s sharp intake of breath.

“I bought you a graduation gift,” Lexa says as she releases Clarke, who falls back on the bed slightly, breathless and flushed. She blinks like it takes a moment for Lexa’s words to register. “Well, it’s really a gift for both of us.”

Anticipation spreads over Clarke’s pretty face in an instant. She watches curiously as Lexa walks over to the drawers built into the wall, and pulls open her underwear drawer. 

Lexa doesn’t have to turn and look to know Clarke is smiling. Lexa learned from the best here. She rummages through her underwear, and it only takes a second to find what she wants.

When she turns around, she barely manages to withhold her laughter when Clarke’s jaw drops, desire momentarily giving way to incredulity.

“Whoa.” Laughter bubbles up Clarke’s throat. “Oh my God, Lex. That thing is huge!”

Lexa’s lips curl in a smirk as she slaps the toy into her other palm, like it’s a small baseball bat. 

“It’s called the Gambler,” Lexa says casually. “Unique, custom-made. One hundred percent platinum silicone.”

“Naturally,” Clarke nods. It’s not their first buy from Vixen Creations, after all.

“Ten and a half inches of insertable length,” Lexa holds it vertically in front of her torso. Clarke’s eyes follow the movement, as Lexa glides her hand up the length of it, before wrapping slim fingers around it. “Just shy of three inches in width.” Clarke’s eyes widen. It’s definitely bigger than all their other toys.

“Jesus Christ.” Clarke stands up now, her oversized shirt swinging around her thighs; Lexa gaze lingers on the stiff nipples visible through the thin fabric, before she looks up to watch Clarke’s face as she approaches. Dark blue eyes are zeroed in on the way Lexa’s hand wraps around the toy; there’s almost space, between her fingers and thumb. “How much was it?”

“Nearly three hundred.” Clarke’s jaw drops; Lexa laughs as she goggles at her. “I know. But one, it’s a gift. Two…I used the cash my mom sent me for a graduation dress.”

Clarke bursts into laughter, and Lexa grins in response. “Oh, okay, no, that’s perfect. I love that your mom bought this.” She laughs harder when Lexa’s expression changes, nose wrinkling in disgust. “She’d lose her mind if she knew.”

“Actually, let’s not mention her at all right now.”

“Just one more thing,” Clarke’s laughter trails off, as she trails a fingertip up the toy, and along Lexa’s fingers still wrapped around it. “She’s going to be here in t minus twenty-four hours. And then we’re stuck with your parents for the whole weekend. So before we’re forced to play hetero, I would like to be very, very gay.” Her voice lowers the closer her face gets to Lexa’s, lips brushing her neck as she talks. She nips at her jaw before lifting her head, nose grazing soft skin before she ghosts her lips over Lexa’s. “If the video I sent you didn’t already let you know that.”

“It definitely did.”

“Good,” Clarke whispers. “I didn’t finish. I waited for you.”

“Good,” Lexa breathes back. She scrapes her teeth across Clarke’s bottom lip; licks at it before she leans forward so their hips meet, the dildo trapped between their stomachs. “What do you think of the gift? Do you think you can handle it?”

Clarke scoffs, and Lexa feels two hands curling around hers, squeezing black silicone. “Are you kidding?”

“It’s not too much?”

Clarke licks into her mouth. “We’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”

Lexa swallows, her throat dry. Clarke’s only touching the toy with one hand now; the other is moving, gliding soft and warm over her skin, from the curve of her bare hip up to the swell of a breast. “Let me grab the lube.”

“Not yet.” Clarke bites at her lip, cupping the back of Lexa’s neck to pull her close. She indulges in several hot, filthy kisses, before drawing back just enough to breathe, “Make me come first. I want your mouth on me so bad, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

Lexa throws the dildo at the bed; it hits the wall with a loud thunk that makes them both snort, before Lexa grasps the bottom of Clarke’s t-shirt and pulls it overhead. She shoves Clarke’s panties down her legs, and Clarke kicks them off, stumbling as she manages to continue kissing Lexa throughout. 

It never gets old, kissing Clarke. They’ve been together going on two years now, and they also happen to live together, so there’s certainly no shortage of time spent kissing, but even still— Lexa can never get enough of it. It’s what makes it all the harder during the moments where she has to give this up. 

Fortunately, those moments are few and far in between— and soon, they won’t exist at all.

The reminder sends a strange little mix of anxiety and excitement rolling through her, enough to make her falter as she kisses Clarke, which gives Clarke the opportunity to break away for air and then shift her kisses down the curve of Lexa’s neck instead. It’s hard not to feel that way, though. Soon, Lexa’s parents would be visiting for her college graduation, and Lexa would be taking them out to a nice dinner, where she’d inform them she’d broken up with her fictional boyfriend of almost two years— Chaz— and had fallen in love with her roommate, instead. Her female roommate.

Her parents were likely to disown her. But Lexa was done with school and no longer needed their money to pay her way through it, so if they did, well…she could manage. 

And she would. She’d do more than manage, she’d thrive. How could she do anything else? She has an amazing girlfriend, great friends, and she’ll have a degree that will get her a decent job. They’re going to get a dog one day, and live happily ever after.

Lexa hums, as Clarke presses burning open-mouthed kisses along her sternum. Her hands flex where they’re tangled in golden hair. They’ve gravitated back to the bed, now, Lexa half-reclined back on the pillows, their thighs slipped between one another. Hot, wet heat is pressed just above Lexa’s knee, and when she lifts her leg to press against it more firmly, her girlfriend’s moan reverberates just over Lexa’s heart. 

Fuck, life doesn’t get any better than this. Well, scratch that— Lexa silently amends the statement a few minutes later, when she’s finally got Clarke flat on her back, legs spread, a veritable feast before her, a succulent delicacy that pulses against Lexa’s tongue as she licks through her. Clarke’s hands tug at Lexa’s hair, rich brown curls scattered over her hips, and Clarke’s breathy gasps echo through a room that’s otherwise silent save for the sounds of Lexa exploring her.

Lexa grinds against the mattress, desperate for some friction to ease the need burning within her. Clarke tastes divine, and eating her out feels like an act of worship. Lexa swears she could live on her knees for her. She groans in pleasure as she swallows and presses her tongue as deep as it can go, before she lifts her head and suctions her mouth to the top of Clarke’s vulva, rolling her tongue and sucking and losing herself in the sheer ecstasy of this. Her heart bursts with love; this is all she wants to do for the rest of her life. This is all she needs, all she could ever ask for.

“Fuck, baby, I’m—” Clarke’s moan hitches into a gasp, her hips juddering and thighs quaking violently as her back begins to bow. More wet heat seems to pour into Lexa’s mouth; her own moan is muffled in Clarke as she doubles down, flicking her tongue as she withdraws one of the arms curled around Clarke’s thigh and tucks it close to her chest, bringing a fingertip to tease at Clarke’s entrance and draw more swears from her. She’s already clenching around her fingers. “Fuck, I’m gonna—”

RAP RAP RAP.

“Alexandria! Guess who!”

Clarke squeals; Lexa gasps so suddenly she inhales what her face is currently buried in, and then she’s rolling as she chokes, and falls right off the bed. Pain lances through her as she falls on her wrist.

“No,” Clarke moans quietly; Lexa pops her head up in time, eyes watering as she coughs, to see Clarke twitching in bed, thighs jumping as she snaps them together. “Who the hell—”

Lexa doesn’t need to ask the same question. She knows exactly who that voice belongs to; it lives in her nightmares. 

Her mother.

“Alexandria? Hello?” Another loud rapping of knuckles on the door. “She’s not answering.”

“The RA said she was here,” comes her father’s deep, exasperated voice. “Maybe she has headphones on.”

“I can’t hear anything through the door. Go get the RA to unlock it.”

Eyes streaming as she finally recovers from nearly asphyxiating, Lexa pushes up to her feet. “My parents,” she gasps, hurtling toward her closet. “They’re early!”

“What the fuck?” Clarke whispers harshly, scrambling to put her clothes on, her hands shaking nearly as badly as her legs. “What the fuck!”

“I know,” Lexa pants, as she struggles to clasp her bra. She can see Clarke doesn’t even bother with one, tugging a hoodie over her head instead. “I’m sorry,” Lexa says fretfully, hurrying across the room to throw the pillows and a spare blanket from Clarke’s bed onto her own, which always sits empty. “I don’t know why they’re here, they told me they were coming tomorrow.”

“I was so close,” Clarke laments. Her face is flushed, her hair wild; Lexa can’t help but pause to look at her helplessly. This sucks. 

“I’m so sorry.” Lexa moves in quickly, pressing a kiss to Clarke’s lips. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“You smell like sex,” Clarke hisses, dragging her sleeve over the bottom half of Lexa’s face. “Oh my God, there’s no way they won’t smell that on you.” Lexa squirms to get away, but Clarke holds her with an iron grip, reaching over to grab a makeup wipe from its pouch atop the dresser. Lexa gags at the texture as Clarke scrubs it over her face. “I know, I’m sorry! But you smell like—”

Like the best smell in the world. Ruined. 

This is literally her nightmare. 

Clarke cleans her fingers next, before bunching the wipe inside another and tossing it into the small trash can.

“I need to let them in, the RA won’t do it. I don’t even know how the hell they got into the dorm in the first place,” Lexa says distractedly, glancing at her reflection and hurriedly running her hands over her hair to tame it as best she can. “Does FERPA mean nothing to these people?” 

“I don’t even know who the RAs are, babe, but—”

“Alexandria!” her mother bellows. Lexa winces. She’s going to draw the attention of the whole damn dorm. “It’s your mother! And your father! Surprise! Open up!”

Lexa buries her face in her hands. Clarke rubs her back bracingly before disappearing; she returns a second later from the small bathroom they shared with the room next door, and offers Lexa a bottle of mouthwash. Lexa bites back her groan before she takes it and swishes it around her mouth, hurrying to spit it out into the sink before she puts a hand on the doorknob and glances back at Clarke, who scrambles into her bed. The dildo flies across the room when she yanks the blankets up; Clarke gasps a curse as she lunges to grab it and shoves it beneath her pillow before curling up under her sheets, and it’s all Lexa can do to bite back laughter before forcing herself to sober up.

Lexa takes a deep breath, crumples her face as if the light hurts to look at, and then pulls the door open. 

“Mother?” she asks in her best impression of a voice croaky from having just risen from slumber. “Father?” She’s pretty sure her attempt at a smile comes off the same as that slow motion sloth in Zootopia, but she’s too deep in it now. And her mother does pull her into a hug, unexpectedly, so. Lexa will take it as a win. 

“We’ve been knocking for five minutes!” her mother says disapprovingly, stretching her long, thin neck to look over Lexa’s shoulder, peeking into the dark room. “What were you doing?”

“Uh, I was asleep,” Lexa gestures at the pajamas she wears. Her mother tuts her tongue; both parents give Lexa a cross look. “It’s finals week, everyone is napping. Can’t you hear how quiet the dorm is?”

She flushes, as their brief pause allows her parents to hear the distant laughs and shouts of other residents in their rooms; Lexa’s pretty sure there are multiple football guys playing a raucous game of pool in the lounge. She gives her parents a wooden smile. “See? That’s really quiet, for college.”

Her mother hums before she walks forward, forcing Lexa to drop her arm. 

“Clarke is napping too,” Lexa says hastily, following her inside. Her father trails behind. 

“She didn’t hear us either?” her mother says shrewdly. 

“She sleeps like a log.” It’s not a lie. Lexa’s lips twitch as she looks fondly at the lump on the bed. Clarke even gives a helpful little snore. 

Unsurprisingly, Lexa’s parents waste no time in shifting their focus to the admittedly not so great state of the room— a bit messy, with clothes strewn on the floor, Lexa’s books piled haphazardly on the desk, and all of Clarke’s art supplies scattered, well, everywhere. When they remark that it smells a little strange, Lexa has to drop her gaze. Clarke’s next snore sounds more like a snort, and Lexa resists the urge to throw a pillow at her.

Despite Lexa speaking in whispers, her mother doesn’t follow her lead. She speaks loudly enough that eventually, Clarke must realize it’s no longer feasible to pretend to be sleeping. After Lexa defends the state of the room to her parents (“It’s finals week, we’re too busy studying to tidy up”), Clarke makes a show out of slowly waking and mumbling greetings before slipping away to dress in the bathroom. 

“How is Clarke doing?” her mother asks in a hushed voice, the moment the door snaps shut behind Clarke. Her concern would be endearing, if it weren’t for the fact that she was simply insufferably nosy, and a terrible gossip.

“Um, she’s doing okay.” Lexa’s going to hell for this. “About as well as can be expected.”

Her parents nod somberly, and Lexa looks away, if only to resist the bizarre urge to laugh. It’s really not funny. At the time, it had been. But now, months later, it just makes her feel like shit. 

They’d kept up the lie that Clarke was dating a boy named Chad— twin brother to Lexa’s fictional boyfriend Chaz. Of course, that didn’t last long when her mother’s friend from the country club, Diana, scandalously revealed to Lexa’s mother that she’d seen Clarke kissing some girl in the drive-through of a Dairy Queen at nine pm. Fortunately, she hadn’t managed to recognize Lexa’s silhouette. 

Lexa’s mother had called her as soon as Diana told her the news, which was only a couple days later. Bad timing all together, really. Lexa had been with Clarke at a small gathering at their friend Lincoln’s house. They’d all been tipsy. When her mother had demanded to know why Clarke cheated on Chad, her hard-working American soldier putting his life on the line for his country (an earlier lie, to explain his constant absence to her mother’s earlier inquiries) and with a woman, Lexa couldn’t help but defend her, insisting Clarke wasn’t a cheater, and that Clarke and Chad weren’t together anymore.

And apparently, Jasper’s drunk ass couldn’t help but yell out that Chad died. 

One thing led to another, and Lexa’s parents were now under the impression that Chad had died in action, and left Clarke a grieving widow. Well, an unmarried widow, but still.

“Finals are keeping her busy,” Lexa adds. 

“Has she not met anyone else yet?” her mother asks; Lexa thinks she can detect a smidgen of pity there, buried under the incessant need for gossip.

“No,” Lexa says curtly. She doesn’t add anything more. She doesn’t want the conversation to gravitate the way it usually goes, where her mother begins scheming up potential meetings between Clarke and the sons of men she knew—whether they were coworkers of her father’s, or fellow golfers and country club members. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as irksome if her mother at least had genuinely good intentions, but Lexa knows the underlying motivation is her disapproval over Clarke’s “poor choices in coping”; AKA, Clarke sharing a late night kiss with a girl in a Dairy Queen drive-through.

“So, what are you guys doing here?” Lexa asks before her mother could continue. Her mother shoots her a wounded look at once; Lexa bites back a sigh. “I mean, it’s a— a great surprise. I just thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow because of the tournament.”

The tournament being the unofficial golfing tournament her father took place in every year. It wasn’t a real competition by any means; it was held between him and his friends at the Polis Valley Country Club. They treated it like it was the goddamn Olympics, though.

“Well,” her mother begins, beaming. She clasps her hands on her knee, one leg crossed over the other, and squirms slightly as though she has news she can hardly contain. She shoots Lexa’s father a furtive glance. “Our early arrival is only part of the surprise.”

“We’ll tell you the rest over dinner,” Lexa’s father grunts. 

“Ooh, dinner.” Clarke reenters the room, appearing significantly more awake and cheerful. “Where are you going? The usual?”

Lexa’s hopeful she can weasel Clarke into accompanying them, somehow. The immediate pity on her mother’s face is certainly promising.

“Yes, Polaris, as always,” Lexa’s father rumbles. “We have reservations.”

“The last time I went there, it was with…” Clarke cuts herself off, looking down as though to hide her tears. Lexa has to look down too, to bite her lip to hide a smirk.

Her mother clicks her tongue. “Oh, sweetheart, do you want to come with us? Maybe making some new memories there will help.”

Clarke sniffles, looking up from beneath her lashes. Lexa has to look away again, though this time it’s because she’s not confident in her ability to not look at Clarke like she’d lasso the moon down for her if she asked for it. 

“Are you sure? I’d hate to impose, Mrs. Woods.”

“Nonsense,” Lexa’s mother says firmly. “And please, call me Karen.”

While her mother turns to look at her husband to ask him to update the reservation, Lexa and Clarke exchange crooked smiles, eyes twinkling.

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since it’s a scary time to be trans: refuge restrooms is an app which maps gender-neutral/single-stall restrooms. it’s community-mapped, so it’s possible you might be the first person to log the restroom locations, but hopefully it’ll help some people.

please reblog this post if you’ve got trans followers. stay safe.

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✨just fandom things✨

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For the past few weeks Clarke Griffin has been dreaming about this strange mysterious woman. She had the most beautiful green eyes Clarke has ever seen. In her dreams the woman was just staring at her and it would've creeped her out if the stranger wasn't so god damn attractive. After countless sketches, trying to capture the woman's beauty, Clarke starts the painting.

As the image slowly takes shape of the woman from the artist's dreams, it literally comes to life...

My addition to clexaweek day 6 'Magic'

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Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)

Ch. 16 - Reunited

Clarke finally arrives to Becca's island after a failed attempt to bring the remaining hydrazine to Raven. Lexa and Clarke are finally reunited.

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Quote Prompts

Clexa

Little Cabin In The Woods Clarke and Lexa visit a cabin in the woods for their anniversary, but what they find isn't what was advertised. Still, they're determined to make the most of a bad situation, because it can't be that bad... right? Quotes: "I don't care what you do, just fuck me." "We're in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you're totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here."

Death Data Who takes notes during a zombie apocalypse? Clarke, that's who. Quotes: "You're such a nerd." "He's dead. Again."

Where The Muse Leads 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. Quotes: "Is that a drawing of me?" "H-How long have you been standing there?"

What's Mine Is Yours When Clarke shows up to work wearing Lexa's shirt, Lexa knows it's going to be a problem. The potentially bigger problem, though, is that she's not sure she cares. Quotes: "Is that my shirt?" "You were put on this earth to give me a headache."

Bartender's Oath Lexa has seen Clarke at the bar she tends before, but always with friends. Tonight she's drinking alone… and bad beer at that. One of the two Lexa could handle, but both? She has to intervene. Quotes: "You're pretty." "You're drunk." "You need a place to stay for the night?"

Make Me When Clarke walks into their shared dorm room and sees Lexa wearing her shirt, she demands that Lexa take it off. Lexa's reponse? "Make me." As if Clarke wouldn't… Quotes: "Is that my shirt?" "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

Public Eye 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: "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

Bring Me To Life When Lexa is blasted out of the top floor of a skyscraper without her powers, she knows it's the end. Then she wakes up. Quotes: "I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own." "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

Team Building Just when Clarke thought a day of team building at work couldn't get worse, she's forced to cooperate with her nemesis, Lexa, on a high ropes course. Meanwhile, her friend Raven is having her own struggles with Anya, whose idea this mess was. Will they make it to the end unscathed? Or will this forced bonding leave them forever changed? Quotes: "How do you not know the difference between your left and right?" "How have you survived this long by yourself?"

Fealty Following the death of the Queen - Clarke's mother - the difference between Clarke's station and Lexa's has never been more pronounced. Can they hold on to what they have, or will that be sacrificed to the kingdom as well? Quote: "How can you think I’m anything but hopelessly in love with you?"

Coalition Lexa did the impossible when she united the surrounding kingdoms and clans. Then refugees from the Sky Kingdom arrived and through everything into disarray. How far is she willing to go to keep the peace? Quote: "Tell me what you want."

Body Language Last time Lexa tried to talk to Clarke it was a disaster. Her crush continues unabated, but there's no way she's going to approach her again. When Anya tries to force the issue, Clarke ends up approaching her, and Lexa has to make a choice. Quotes: "Did I just say that out loud?" "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"

Gal Pals When Clarke asks Lexa to pretend to be her girlfriend, Lexa doesn't know how to respond, considering they're on their fourth date… Quotes: "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" "I need you to pretend we're dating."

Superstorm Despite the dire predictions of meteorologists about an oncoming storm, Clarke and Lexa show up to work at their local superstore. Holed up in the break room, alone in an abandoned store, they face their feelings for each other head-on for the first, and potentially last, time. Quote: "I guess dying with you isn't the worst way to go."

Enough Clarke and Lexa have been rivals for as long as they've known each other. In an attempt to one-up each other, a challenge is issued, but have they taken things too far? Or not far enough? Quote: "My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes."

Worth The Wait Lexa is getting ready for her third date. Clarke doesn't approve of her choices. Quotes: "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" "Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why." "Say it."

Key To Survival Clarke needs to get Lexa safely to the capital so she can save the world with the key in her head. The problem is they don't know what form the key takes, or how Lexa is supposed to use it, or what happens after. Is rebooting the world and getting everything back to the way it was worth the risk? Quote: "I will never apologize for saving your life, even if it costs me my own."

Playing For Keeps When Clarke blurts out three little words in the middle of a scrimmage, it puts a rift between her and Lexa… but maybe also starts to heal an older hurt? Quote: "I didn't mean to say that but yeah, I love you."

Let It Go In a cabin on the edges of a ski resort, Clarke encourages Lexa to let go... Quote: "Don't cover your face. I want to see you."

Piltover's Finest

Ashes and Dust Vi and Caitlyn go after Jinx and it all goes wrong. Vi makes Caitlyn two promises, which she intends to keep even if it costs her everything. Warning: Major Character Death Quotes: "I guess dying with you isn't the worst way to go." "I'm not going anywhere."

Bridges Caitlyn and Vi are happy together, so why does it feel like they have to keep sneaking around? Quotes: "My mother adores you." "If you keep looking at me like that we won't make it to a bed."

Evidence When Vi told Caitlyn she could help her get the evidence she needed for a case against one of the city's biggest, baddest gangs, she probably should have asked more questions... Quotes: "We're literally fugitives." "So no pizza?" "You were put on this earth to give me a headache."

Avatrice

Terribly Beautiful Beatrice is used to Ava crawling into bed with her. Tonight something feels different, and Beatrice doesn't know if it will be beautiful or terrible. Quotes: "I like you. Like like you like you." "You're so fucking cute."

So Far Away When alcohol washes away the few filters Ava has, Beatrice has to decide what to do with her confession. Quote: "You're pretty." "You're drunk."

A Perfect Problem Ava has been late to every tutoring session she's ever had with Beatrice, and is never prepared… but somehow Beatrice can't quite bring herself to give up on her. Quotes: "My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes." "I want you and I know you want me too."

Imodna

If Wishes Were Horses It's only been a week since Imogen left home, and since she met Laudna, but she knows if they're going to get wherever they're going, they're going to need the help of an old friend. It's not really stealing when you raised the horse yourself, right? Quote: "I'll keep you safe."

Steph/Alex (Life is Strange: True Colors)

Psychic Damage What should have been a fun and easy trip to a convention turns out to be harder than Steph expected. Luckily, she's got Alex to help her through it when things get tough. Quote: "You need to wake up because I can't do this without you."

Dark and Stormy Night When you've been on the road long enough, something is bound to go wrong. Stranded in the middle of nowhere, at least they've got shelter… but there's a storm coming, and Steph isn't good at storms… Quote: "We're in an abandoned lodge in the middle of nowhere. Sure, you're totally right, nothing bad could ever happen here."

Griddlehark

Leveling Up Gideon has been stuck on the same level for days, and Harrow isn't helping... but maybe she could if Gideon let her? Quotes: "Just let me finish this and I swear I'll do whatever you want." "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

Processes and Procedures Harrow needs a particular book from a very high shelf. Gideon doesn't want to wait for a librarian to get it. What could possibly go wrong? Quotes: "How have you survived this long by yourself?" "You're insane." "People keep telling me that."

Harrow & Ianthe Not technically Griddlehark, but Ianthe getting shot down by Harrow. Quotes: "If you die, I'm going to kill you." "Fuck you." When?"

Hearts And Heists Ianthe Tridentarius is The Worst, and Gideon and Harrow decide to make her - and all of the Third House - pay for it by stealing their most precious artifact. When Gideon gets distracted and Harrow has to rein her in, she realizes she can't just keep ignoring her feelings, no matter how much she might want to. Quote: "We're literally fugitives." "So no pizza?"

Harlivy

Musa Acuminata Ivy doesn't like people. She likes plants. But she also likes Harley. Loves Harley? Shit. Quotes: "Shut up and take your pants off." "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified."

Bishova

Unbroken When Yelena appears in Kate's apartment (again) looking for more than just a meal, Kate has to decide what to do with her feelings… especially when it becomes clear everything isn't entirely as it seems. Quotes: "H-How long have you been standing there?" "Just because you can doesn't mean you should."

WolfWren

Kiss or Kill Sabine never expected Shin to take Ahsoka up on her offer of help. Now she's stuck sparring with her, and she's sick of it, and her, and the tension between them. Quote: "Did I just say that out loud?"

Abby & Lev

What's In A Name? After escaping Seattle, alone together on a boat headed to they don't yet know where, Abby and Lev try to figure out who they are now. Quote: "Don't call me that!"

More Or Less Life on the ocean has a steep learning curve… made even steeper when Abby is also trying to figure out who she is now, and who she and Lev are to each other. Quotes: "How do you not know the difference between your left and right?" "Take my jacket, it's cold."

Pricefield

And Tomorrow Never Came It's been years since Max and Chloe drove out of Arcadia Bay, but no matter how much time passes, they - especially Max - can't seem to leave it behind. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but sometimes the words have to be said. Even when they hurt. Especially when they hurt. Because maybe - just maybe - there will be healing on the other side. Quote: "You're insane." "People keep telling me that."

Tanthamore

Magic Words They've survived the final battle and know where they stand with each other. The only thing standing in the way of them finally getting what they've always wanted? Kit's armor. Quote: "You heard me. Take. It. Off."

Catradora

To Be Loved With the walls literally closing in, Catra decides that there are worse ways for things to end than at the side of the girl she loves. Quotes: "I guess dying with you isn't the worst way to go." "It's hard to get used to." "What is?" "Being someone that someone cares for."

I Don't Want Anybody Else It's impossible to sleep with Adora so close, and yet so far away… especially when Catra has feelings she doesn't know what to do with. Maybe if she just takes the edge off, she'll sleep as peacefully as Adora is… or seems to be… Quotes: "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?" "Let me do this. Please."

Raylla

Professional Opinion Raelle comes home from work all hot and bothered and Scylla has no idea why... Quote: "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"

Korrasami

Work Life Balance When Asami gets a text from Korra in the middle of a meeting, she finds herself suddenly eager to get home, where one thing leads to… a marriage proposal? Quotes: "Just marry me already." "YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!"

Beauyasha

You Are My Family Beau and Yasha have finally settled down. They've talked about adopting before, but the time never felt right. Then they find a little girl who reminds them of a friend from their past, and they realize the right time doesn't matter when it's the right person. Quote: "I'm not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand."

Ellie/Dina

Hand To Hold Ellie has no idea how to be a parent and neither does Dina, but it's happening whether they're ready or not. Quotes: "I'm just getting comfy." "I'm not scared, but if you are you can hold my hand."