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For @clextober24

Fragments of Us

Summary: On a stormy Halloween night, Clarke Griffin and Alexandria Woods are on the brink of motherhood when a devastating mistake alters their lives forever. Six years later, as terrifying news unfolds, a heartbreaking truth is revealed, setting Clarke and Lexa on a path to put back the pieces they lost along the way and rebuild their lives with renewed hope.

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Appreciation post for all the beginner artists who work hard despite the AI ​​looming over us. You are fabulous. You are precious. Keep up the hard work, you are needed.

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For my friends and followers. The world hears you. Never stop standing up for yourself.

“NON NA THROU DAUN GON AI”

2016⚙️2017

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Hope you’re enjoying your Sunday Funday! I can tell you that I too am nervous about writing smut. My fear is that I’d be too clinical and straight forward with the motions, and the best smut (IMO) explores the emotions and feelings each is having at the time (which I’m still working on improving). The small touches and how it feels, the nervousness or anticipation of the next step, the eagerness to watch the other come undone make them great. That being said, you do such a great job at character depth and exploration that I think you’d be great at it. The sexy scenes I’ve read of yours so far have done that, so I have faith in you.

For your Crowdsourcing Ideas I have an odd one, that kind of spurred from your Multiverse, which I am a mega fan of. If you HAD to pick, which Clarke and Lexa from different universes would have the best sexual chemistry/sex life? (As in, would MAW Clarke’s sexual prowlness go best with cocky Slope’s Lexa? or would a better match be between R&R Lexa and QI Clarke?That’s sort of a thing….)

I am having a fabulous day. Chloe is resting on the couch, I'm listening to music and taking all day to make a really elaborate sandwich and answer these prompts and get my gears going! I literally cannot ask for more. It's great.

I agree with you on always feeling like it's clinical or dry (figuratively), mechanical somehow. Smut doesn't land for me unless it's really well done. I can't get lost in it and enjoy it cause I'm too aware of the act that I'm reading it maybe? Which then puts a false pressure on writing it cause it's just not gonna be that kind of good the first time! It's a skill I have very very very slowly and gradually worked on over decades and I'm finally feeling like I have the skills to learn the skills, so to speak, so I'm digging in.

Thanks for the encouragement and kind words! I like to think that theoretically you're correct, and with all of the experience I have this should be something I can solve! If not, we'll have a bunch of lukewarm scenes along the way hahaha.

I LOVE this sexy question! I think about it every so often because I do a lot of my character work against the other ones. I have a rubric I use to develop new AUs, certain boxes certain characters need to check, and I've been thinking about everyone and how they are similar or different as I get Greatest Day up to speed.

Forced to mix them up or see them with another version of their partner, I'm going with the following:

Might As Well Clarke and Slopes Lexa is a slam dunk on sexual chemistry/energy for sure. They are both natural born flirts, but Lexa's flirting style is rooting in a cocky confidence that she can have you, and Clarke's flirting style is rooted in that she knows you want her. They both are extremely confident, but it comes from opposite sides of the equation that add up perfectly. These two would probably annoy each other a little bit over time, but I don't think it would be anything they couldn't fuck away.

I think the only other Lexa that R&R Clarke would give a real shot to would be Might As Well. I feel like they'd have to be in an environment where they were friends for a while first, then would slowly realize they had a lot in common after being forced into a lot of situations together. Physically only? R&R Clarke and QI Lexa are both emotionally a little cold before meeting their respective partners who are both warm. I could see them having a very successful no strings attached sex life, I think as far as sexual styles go and how they feel about casual sex, she and QI Lexa would hit it off, but they wouldn't catch feelings easily.

I can see a world where Slopes Clarke and QI Lexa cross paths in such a way at the right time that they might find something special between them. Slopes Clarke doesn't put up with any shit, but she's a little more aggressive about it than QI Clarke is. QI Lexa needs someone very emotionally mature, and I think Slopes Clarke has a certain maturity that would fit nicely into Lexa's life. QI Clarke and Slopes Clarke have a similar sexual style, Slopes is a little more free and a little more open and a little more aggressive, and that would be fun for these two.

QI Clarke and R&R Lexa would have the most wholesome, sweet, loving relationship that seems fake. I think R&R Lexa naturally exhibits a lot of the same things Clarke really likes about QI Lexa that most other people don't know about. I think they have a lot in common, they would share a lot of interests and are socially similar. R&R Lexa is secretly an animal in bed, and QI Clarke is all about being had, so I think they could have something really nice together. They're both definitely the sweetest versions of themselves, and I think they could have a really lovely life.

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It's Moodboard Monday, and in honor of @blu3haw4's recent birthday, who has a sweet and lovely support for this WIP, I went with Greatest Day, and figured I'd share a sneak peek of the rough draft of their college bookstore meet cute that sends these two tumbling head over heels through a life long love story.

They are Freshmen in college at Polis University of Boston in August of 2003, they're both way overqualified for French 101, they're both taking it anyway to make their loaded first semesters easier, and there's only one copy of the textbook left.

Clarke has had an aggressively stressful day up until this point and she’s in a terrible mood.

Clarke struggled to read her list and navigate through the bookstore’s narrow aisles with her growing stack of texts in her arms. Most of her classes had her buying massive tomes with additional, required, gigantic spiral bound lab manuals to go with them, and she struggled to keep the pile in check on her mission for one final, hopefully reasonably sized text for her French class. After passing AP high school French with a near perfect grade, she picked up the class as an easy layup to satisfy her language requirement so she could focus on her tougher courses.

She spotted the foreign languages section and struggled between other students with craned necks looking for titles they didn’t want to buy all seemingly unaware that anyone else was around. After scanning a full row of shelves, she spotted her course and her eyes lit up at the very last copy of the text sitting all alone between two vacant spaces where piles of it used to be. 

Summoning as much strength as she could, Clarke shifted the hefty tower of texts to rest against her body so she could quickly grab the book and throw it on top.

At the very same time, another hand landed on the book.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” came from behind Clarke’s book pile in a girl’s voice. 

“I need this book,” Clarke replied quickly. She adjusted her grip as the books in her arms started to slip.

“Can you handle one more? Let me help you,” the girl insisted as she took a few books off the top to reveal Clarke’s face. They caught one another’s eye briefly and both of them froze for just a moment and took the other in before quickly looking away.

Clarke was so annoyed that she was hot. 

She was tan, she was jacked, and both were on full display in the Polis Athletics t shirt she had cut the sleeves off of matched with short, black athletic shorts that made her legs look a mile long. A messy pile of curls behind the damn of a faded bandana and a prominent shoe tan made visible by flip flops were dead ringers that she earned the shirt she was in and was definitely on one of Polis’ elite teams. 

“Thanks,” Clarke muttered, bothered that she needed the help and relieved to have it at the same time.

“Damn, girl, what are you getting into?” The light eyed, unreasonably attractive athlete laughed as she scanned the titles on the books in both of their hands. “Organic Chemistry, Biology, Physics, lab manuals,” she trailed off and shook her head with a smug smile. “Let me guess. Pre-Med?”

“Yes,” Clarke scowled and slapped the French book onto the top of her pile. 

“Well, hang on a sec. I need that book, too,” she tsked. 

“But I grabbed it first,” Clarke replied firmly.

“I’m pretty sure that was a tie,” She smirked. It showed off her defined jawline and she knew it. 

“No it wasn’t,” Clarke huffed. She was too hot and too tired and too stressed to drag things out. “I need it.”

“I need it, too,” she huffed back a laugh.

“I need it more than you,” Clarke tried to stiffen up and toughen up but her books were too heavy. “Accounting 101? Freshman Finance?” Clarke raised a brow at the slim books in Lexa’s hands. “I’m going to be a doctor and you’re gonna be in middle management somewhere.”

“Pourquoi les plus belles femmes sont-elles toujours si grossières?” The smirky athlete rattled off in perfect French, asking Clarke why the most beautiful women were always so rude. Clarke rolled her jaw to cover up an impressed and turned on smile that snuck its way through in the form of a confusing little grin. 

“Flirting with me isn’t going to work,” Clarke raised a brow despite the fact that it was kinda working.

“Maybe you do need it more than I do. If you spoke French, you’d know I wasn’t flirting with you,” she tried.

“Oh, I speak french, and yes you were,” Clarke loosened up as she grew more confident. “I’m beautiful, I’m rude, and I’m taking this book.”

“Alright, you caught me,” she feigned distress and rolled her eyes. “I’m Lexa, and I’m definitely flirting with you. Is it working?”

“Clarke,” Clarke replied as coyly as she could manage. “And no. It’s not.”

Why don’t we go see if they have any more of those?” Lexa flicked her light eyes down to the French book resting against Clarke’s ample chest in a tight tank top, then quickly sent them anywhere else. “I’ll hang on to these for you so you can see where you’re doing, Doc.” 

Clarke met Lexa’s attitude with a playful eyeroll, but let her lead them to the checkout lanes where they were informed that they had the very last copy on campus other than those on reserve at the library that could be used there, but not checked out. 

“Tell you what,” Lexa began calmly after the bad news broke. “I’ll let you have it if you promise to let me borrow it once a week for homework.”

“Why don’t you just go to the library?” Clarke asked flatly.

“Because someone else might be using it at the library. You’re the only one using yours. Unless you’re planning to start a Freshman French Book racket. Which, if you are, I want a cut,” Lexa joked. Her humor was bad and her flirting was worse but her smile was too charming to write her off completely. 

“Alright,” Clarke finally agreed. “That’s reasonable. You can borrow it once a week.”

“Awesome,” Lexa replied through a growing grin. “Where are you headed? Let me carry some of these. It’s dangerous to have you on the streets alone with a heavy load like this when you’ve got such a hot commodity as Freshman French.”

“Just a few blocks to the North dorms,” Clarke grunted as she picked up her stack of books. She didn’t want to admit that she was glad to have the help. She didn’t totally hate the way Lexa’s biceps flexed when she picked up the pile of books beside her. 

“Perfect, I live right across the street in the athletic dorm,” Lexa smiled warmly and let Clarke go first through the sliding doors that dropped them back on the sidewalk in the summer heat. “You’re a freshman I’m guessing?”

“Yup,” Clarke nodded once. “You?”

“I am,” Lexa answered with confidence and ease. “Where are you from?”

“Newburyport,” Clarke shifted her stack to a better position for walking and fell into step beside Lexa. 

“Ah, a local girl, huh?” Lexa chuckled. “Nice. I love girls from around Boston.”

“Because we’re beautiful and rude?” Clarke shot out a flirty grin of her own.

“You really are. Never have to wonder where you stand with a woman from Boston,” Lexa shrugged and met Clarke’s flirtation in the middle.

“That’s true,” Clarke laughed. “Are you from around here too if you love our fair women so much?”

“I’m from the west coast, but I went to high school here, so I’ve been in town for a few years,” Lexa tried to downplay it.

“Boarding school?” Clarke said in a mock impressed and snooty voice. “Which one?”

“Trikru Academy,” Lexa winced.

“Ooo, a Trikru girl? You fancy. Scholarship?” Clarke asked with a challenging smile.

“Nope,” Lexa chuckled knowing she’d been made. 

“So you’re super rich?” Clarke joked bluntly.

“I’m not super rich, but my dad is,” Lexa joked back. “Does that make me any cuter?”

“A little bit,” Clarke kept up her restraint. 

“Awesome,” Lexa grinned. 

“What sport do you play that got you this swanky address?” Clarke asked and nodded ahead towards their block. “I’m guessing by those shoulders that it’s not soccer.”

“Thank you for noticing,” Lexa wiggled her shoulders and flexed her arms and made a show of dramatically lifting her pile of books up and down. Clarke rolled her eyes, but still let a little chuckle sneak out. “And you’re right. No soccer. I’m on the crew team.”

“That’s a big deal around here. Are you any good at it?” Clarke asked, more taunted, optimistically.

“I am, actually. I’ve been doing it my whole life and it’s one of the main reasons I’m here,” Lexa dipped her chin and almost got a little bashful. “You know the Woods Rowing Facility on campus?”

“Yeah. It’s been there forever and it’s like a local landmark. It’s huge. You can see it from the highway,” Clarke replied, confused by the obvious ask.

“I’m Lexa Woods,” Lexa confessed with a debilitating grin.

“Ha!” Clarke dropped her head back and let out a real laugh. “Fuck’s sake, of course you are.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lexa yelped.

“Nothing,” Clarke shook her head and collected her laughs. “There’s something about your whole deal I was trying to put my finger on, but that’s it right there.”

“What’s wrong with my deal?” Lexa shrugged as she slid back into her smooth attitude.

“I didn’t say anything was wrong with it,” Clarke shrugged back. “This is my stop,” she nodded at the stoop of the big brick dormitory in front of them.

“When can I get my first turn with this?” Lexa held up the French book and gave it a little wave. 

“How about Sunday?” Clarke asked. 

“Sunday works,” Lexa nodded, then pulled out a pen and wrote her name and her phone number on the inside cover of the book and gently slipped it onto the top of the stack in Clarke’s arms. “There’s my number. You can use it to let me know when it’s my turn, or if you want to let me take you out sometime,” Lexa tacked on slyly with a warm smile showing off two rows of perfect teeth.

“What time do you get up on Sundays,” Clarke tried to keep things all business, but Lexa’s flirting ground her down.

“Whenever you roll over and wake me up since you’re gonna come to the party at the crew house with me on Saturday night,” Lexa shot her shot so fluidly and so easily and comfortably that it caught Clarke off guard for the briefest of moments. She felt a twitch in her knees and a swirl in her guts when she pulled her gaze off of Lexa’s smile, then found there was nowhere safe to land it as she bounced her eyes from tan and toned shoulders to strong hands and defined legs. 

“Oh I am, am I?” Clarke bit her lip and tried to act unimpressed, but her impressed brow raise sent a mixed message. 

“You definitely are,” Lexa replied, thrilled with herself. “You can convince yourself that you’re not all you want, but you’re too curious to find out if I’m actually this smooth and sexy, or if I’m just an asshole.”

“Maybe you’re both?” Clarke shrugged with a suggestive glance. “I’m beautiful and rude, after all.”

“Sounds like a perfect match,” Lexa shrugged back. “Why don’t you give me a call and let me know when to pick you up?”

“I’ve got your number,” Clarke replied with one more matching shrug before turning and heading up the stairs. She let out a huge sigh with wide eyes once her features were out of Lexa’s view. She knew she shouldn’t, but Clarke couldn’t stop herself from turning and taking a quick glance back, not sure if she was hoping to find that Lexa was gone, or if she wanted her to still be watching. 

Lexa offered up a wink and a short head nod at getting caught looking before taking a few over exaggerated steps towards the crosswalk. 

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Clarke groaned dramatically from the couch, the sound muffled by the throw pillow she had buried her face in. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

Lexa appeared in the doorway, a mug of tea in one hand and a bowl of soup in the other. “You said that an hour ago. You’ve now been hit by a fleet of trucks, apparently.”

Clarke lifted her head just enough to glare. Her nose was pink, her hair a tangled mess, and her voice was rough like gravel. “Don’t make fun of the sick person.”

Lexa set the tea down on the side table with surgical precision and crouched beside her, holding out the soup. “I’m not making fun of you. I’m grounding you. No emails, no laundry, and definitely no, ‘I’ll just hop on a quick work call.’”

Clarke narrowed her eyes but accepted the bowl with a sniffle. “This smells amazing, I think.”

Lexa smirked. “It’s from a can. I just added thyme and let's pretend it was gourmet.”

Clarke smiled weakly, then coughed into her elbow. “I love you.”

Lexa softened immediately, brushing Clarke’s hair back with her fingers. “I know.”

She settled onto the edge of the couch, watching Clarke blow on the soup. “You should eat slowly. And drink the tea when it cools. I added honey, but I didn’t stir it like a psychopath because I know you hate that.”

Clarke blinked. “You stirred it three times counterclockwise, didn’t you?”

Lexa nodded. “Obviously. I’m not a monster.”

Clarke chuckled, then groaned, wincing. Lexa kissed the side of her head. “Eat. Then you’re going back to sleep.”

“I’m not even tired.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open.”

Clarke opened her mouth to argue—then yawned so wide it made Lexa grin.

“You’re lucky I love you,” Clarke mumbled, spoon halfway to her mouth.

Lexa tugged the blanket back up over Clarke’s lap. “I’m aware, and I love you too.”

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Clarke didn’t finish the soup.

Lexa didn’t say anything about it, just took the half-empty bowl and set it aside. She sat down beside Clarke and gave her thigh a gentle pat, wordless but clear.

Clarke blinked slowly, then shifted with a quiet, congested sigh, resting her head in Lexa’s lap.

“Mmm,” Clarke murmured, already halfway to sleep. “You’re gonna get sick.”

Lexa smiled, threading her fingers through the mess of golden curls, careful not to tug at any knots. “Worth it.”

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Chapter 11 is posted! Read it here!

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Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)

Ch. 21 - Audaskaikru

Spacekru faces their first of many challenges together; one they cannot fail if they want chance at living another day.

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New chapter of BOL will drop sometime this week 😊

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The Royal Guard

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mild violence

Status: WIP

Summary: Princess Clarke of Arkadia is kidnapped by mercenaries while on a visit to one of the kingdom’s cities. Her abductors treat her well enough, but everything becomes more complicated when their client orders them to execute her. Lexa thought this was just another job. High risk, high pay. But when push comes to shove, will she betray her orders or her heart?

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Chapter 1: Kidnapping

The rain fell on the windows with lazy regularity, drawing random patterns on the glass. Her Royal Highness Princess Clarke, the oldest daughter of King Jacob and Queen Abigail, stood behind it, face turned toward the outside to admire the old city’s architecture.

Contrary to the capital, a modern and fast-paced urban center peppered with prestigious hotels and tech companies, Reim offered a quieter, more human-sized environment. Several parks invited families and young couples to relax during the warmer months, and cruises on the canal traversing the city from west to east delighted both locals and tourists. However, the Princess’s favorite attraction remained the Art Museum, an imposing neo-Gothic building hosting the largest collection of paintings and sculptures in Arkadia.

Freeing two hours between her speech at a newly opened hospital in the morning and her visit to the orphanage in the afternoon had required some juggling and careful planning. But the “Nature” exhibit alone—soon set to leave for the Louvre—was well worth the trouble. It was merely unfortunate the rain started while she admired the earthy-toned pieces and that the museum’s parking lot was located outside.

“Would you like to remain here longer, Your Highness? The rain might yet abate.”

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Someone needs to Clexafy this!! Anyone? Maybe me? A simple one shot?

I think this would make for a great little one shot!

I’m picturing them early college years (freshman/sophmore), they clicked instantly but because Lexa thinks Clarke is straight and Lexa having broken up with Costia, they just become friends. Really good friends. Clarke reads fanfics but wants to write some to go along with her paintings, her favorite ones to read are friends to lovers tropes and she’s been getting more into wlw stories, but it hasn’t necessarily clicked as to why.

We find out then that all of their friends were giving them a lot of crap about hanging out with each other on Valentine’s Day doing a Galentines Day. And Clexa find out that there’s a bet going on about them getting together, so when April fools comes around they decide that they are going to pull a prank on their friends.

And next thing they realize, they’re accidentally actually dating.