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               “ Her heart may have been carved from ice, but she does not represent all                of her people. Some of us do not agree with her ways, but speaking out against                her cruelty is...difficult. ” 

          Everyone knew what happened when someone spoke ill of           the Queen. They had all seen the executions and heard the           pleas for mercy from the condemned. So those who wished for           a new Queen or King kept such wishes to themselves. Clarke           had been one of those people, always keeping such thoughts to           herself or her mother. Until now. This was the first time Clarke           had ever mentioned her true feelings about the Queen to anyone. 

          Her gaze shifted from Heda’s wound for a moment. There was           a savage rage lurking behind the pain in those green eyes. They           had all heard the tale. The Queen had taken Heda’s love and           returned only her head. Clarke knew what it felt like to lose           someone close; to have them cruelly taken from you. 

               “ It is unfortunate to hear that you no longer allow love in your life. That must                be very lonely for you. ” 

          Her focus returned to the wound she was cleaning. With most           of the dirt and dried blood washed away, Clarke could see the           wound clearly now. The wound itself would be easy enough to fix.           It was the poison that was most concerning. Clarke placed the rag           in Heda’s hand, once again gently leading her hand to apply           pressure to the wound. Without a word she quickly got up and           hurried back over to the bucket hanging over the roaring fire.           The water should be hot enough now. Clarke poured some of the           hot water into a cup she found and brought the cup back over to           the bed. She rummaged through her bag again, dropping a few           different herbs into the hot water. 

               “ This should fight off the poison in your body. It will taste horrible, but it                should work. ” 

          She brought the cup to Heda’s lips, carefully tipping the cup           forward so Heda could drink. When half of the contents were           gone, Clarke set the cup aside to return to the wound. She was           very careful to life Heda’s hand and rag away from the wound.           She had heard Heda’s earlier hisses and whimpers. The blonde           could only imagine the true extent of the brunette’s pain. 

               “ So how did you two meet? Was she a strong warrior like yourself? ”

                     Lexa had difficulty reading Clarke’s reaction to her distress. She did not               cry out though the temptation to do so was great, her jaw clenched so tight it               was practically throbbing. The force with which she grabbed the fisa’s arm               seemed to have startled her slightly, but it also made her aware of how great               the pain was, having just learned about the poisonous aspect to her wound,               making it much more likely to be fatal.

                      She waited as the wheels turned in the blonde’s head, the healer clearly               trying to decide what to do about the added amount of pressure on the situation.               Surely she could ascertain what kind of antidote must be used to reverse the               effects. Any well trained fisa should be capable of this, but Heda was entirely               unaware of how far in her training this particular healer was. 

                       “ It’s okay, “ she breathed in response to the unnecessary apology,                 having released the fisa’s arm, feeling somewhat embarrassed by how                tightly she’d dug her fingers into her arm.

                        Gazing down at the blue eyes that were focused on her now uncovered                  and blackened wound, her hopes were wavering. The healer seemed uncertain.                  Worried, even. It could have been the pressure from having to be the one to                   heal Heda…or it could be the knowledge that she had no idea how to save her.                  Not knowing what was going on in the fisa’s mind drove the Commander crazy,                  but she remained silent, not wishing to be a fussy patient.

                        When their eyes met, there was an apparent shift in the hut. Lexa could                   not explain what it was. Something she’d said or done had struck a chord in                   Clarke and her expression changed. She looked like she had made a decision.                   To do anything to save her. Or…to let her die. She could not tell which. 

                         As fresh bandages were pressed against her wound, Heda hissed at                     the pressure being placed on her tender abdomen. She was shocked when                    the fisa took her hand, a soothing, unnecessary gesture that most healers                     would not waste a moment for. Lexa looked at her gratefully, and squeezed.

                         “ Mochof… mochof, fisa… “ She whispered, dutifully pressing her palm                     against the wound as Clarke had instructed. The older woman gave her a                      subtle nod in response to her words, keeping her hand still against her bared                     abdomen, mulling over the promise that the healer had just given her.

                          The woman left abruptly and her voice carried, urgency in her tone.                      Lexa listened to the strength in her tone with a light smile, her eyes closed                      as she took deep breaths, attempting to focus on anything but the pain that                      radiated against her fingers.

                            When the blonde returned, she triumphantly carried in two buckets of                       water, leaving one to boil and bringing the second to her bedside. Lexa                       observed silently as she went through her supplies in search of something.                       She had apparently found what she needed, a jar full of green paste that                       did not look familiar to her. Heda knew very little about the ways of healing                       and she was quiet as Clarke lifted her hand, sending tingles throughout                       her entire body.

                             “ I can handle it, “ the Commander assured her sharply. But as the fisa                        began to clean her wound it became more difficult to ignore the shooting                        pain. She bit back a whimper, tilting her head back and clenching her fist.                        She resisted the urge to pull away from the healer’s touch, taking several                        deep breaths to try and steady herself.

                               She was grateful when the fisa began to talk once more, giving her                          mind something else to focus on other than the pain. This was clearly                          intentional on her part, and gratefully appreciated by Heda. Despite the pain,                         she could not help a smile smile at her words.

    ��                          “ I am no more important than you, fisa. I am merely a vessel…                          here to serve a duty to my people,” Lexa spoke quietly, her voice                          hushed by the pain that permeated her entire being. “ The Queen… “

                                Pained eyes met the healer’s. Certainly Clarke was aware of the                           horrendous things the Azgeda queen had done. If her feelings toward                           the woman were any indication, she had personally been affected by                            something that Nia had done. 

                                 “ She is quite literally perfect to lead the Ice Nation. Her heart                            is cold and she will stop at nothing to get what she wants. I will never                            forgive … never forget – what she did to her. But I also will not let her                            exploit my weaknesses again. Because no more do I have love in my life.                            She will have to get to me by some other means, now. “

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          There were no words to describe it. This moment of incredible           happiness and love. Clarke wasn’t able to let go of Lexa just yet.           Even though she knew she would have to leave Lexa to her           meetings eventually and prepare herself for their first date, she           just wanted this moment to last just a little bit longer. 

          The slight touch of Lexa’s lips against her own sent a small           pleasurable jolt through the blonde. Her blue eyes rose to meet           green as Lexa’s soft hand gently cupped her cheek. Clarke           couldn’t help her growing smile. 

               “ And you’ll be the only thing on mine. ”

          Clarke leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Lexa’s lips.           It was far too quick for Clarke’s liking, but she now had much to           do before this evening. She wanted to look absolutely perfect for           Lexa. Plus, there would be plenty of time for longer kisses later           in the evening. 

               “ I’ll see you this evening then. ” 

          Pulling herself away from the brunette was a chore. All Clarke           wanted to do was take advantage of the privacy now and damn the           rest of the world. But, since that was not an option, the blonde           placed her focus on the coming evening. Tonight was going to be           entirely about them. Just them. Tonight they had no titles. Just each           other. It was going to be perfect. 

          After eventually leaving the throne room, Clarke quickly made           her way back to her room and requested a bath be drawn up by one           of the many servants who somehow managed to keep the whole           giant tower clean. She spent a good chunk of time scrubbing her body           from head to toe, making sure that every last crust of dirt was gone.           She washed her hair with the same thorough tactic as before until           she was content. 

          Choosing what to wear next became the next battle. She didn’t           exactly own much in regards to clothes, but the servants were           quick to provide Clarke with various dress options. Eventually           Clarke went with a simple sleeveless red dress that fell just           below her knees with a neckline that scooped low enough to expose           just enough cleavage. 

          The sun was already starting its descent by the time Clarke had           finished her make-up. After triple checking in the mirror that everything           was perfect, the blonde finally left her room and worked her way           through the tower until she returned to the large double doors that led           into the throne room. Clarke paused before the doors, taking a deep           breath. This was it. Her date with Lexa. An entire evening spent alone           with the only person she wanted to be with. 

          Pushing open the doors, Clarke entered. 

               “ Lexa? ” 

                     Clarke’s excitement was palpable as she knew it would be. Who         was she to deny her anything that would make her happy? It was a small         request and one she very much wanted to meet. She felt guilty that she         hadn’t got to spend an appropriate amount of time with Clarke after they         had lay together but there was just too much going on to even permit it.                     They spent every night together now more often than not, but it         wasn’t enough. It was more about sleeping than it was about simply being         Clarke and Lexa, and it was that she craved.

                   She smiled as her girlfriend’s arms pulled possessively around her,          blonde head resting gently on her shoulder. Having Clarke here, having her          close, it never ceased to be amazing. Not too long ago they had been on          completely different terms. How far they had come, Lexa mused to herself. 

                  As Clarke kissed her cheek, she couldn’t help the way her skin flushed          slightly in response betraying the rush of affection she felt for her.

                 “Anything to please you, Klark,” Lexa spoke gently in response before          Clarke announced it would take her a long time to get ready for their date.          She didn’t see why it would take such preparation but she would allow her          whatever she wished. If she was going to take a long time making herself          presentable, then The Commander would do the very same.

               “I am looking forward to it, ai hodnes.” She whispered, ghosting a kiss           against her lips as she cupped her cheek in her hands, lifting her eyes to           meet Clarke’s briefly. “Know that in my meetings, you’ll be the only thing           on my mind.”

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Hey Guys! These past few days have been busy for this mun. It’s been screwing with my sleep schedule. I have lots of drafts mostly/partially written. I’m hoping to jump on either tomorrow night or Saturday to post some fun replies! Woot!

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               “ Poisonous sword? How- ”

          The question died on Clarke’s lips as she felt a strong, tight           grip on her arm. With the last black blood soaked bandage still           in hand, the blonde looked towards Heda, not daring to move an           inch. The immense pain was evident in those green eyes. It was           so evident that Clarke was stunned that Heda wasn’t already           screaming. 

          Clarke remained rooted in place, not sure what to do. If this had           been any other patient she would have calmed the injured down           and continued. But this was not just another normal patient. This           was Heda. Slowly Clarke felt Heda’s grip loosen around her arm.           Relief flooded through the blonde. Good. She hadn’t completely           screwed up yet. Yet.

               “ Sorry, Heda. ”

          Clarke dropped the bloodied bandage with the others as her           focus returned to the wound. The fact that Heda had been           poisoned now made sense. Even though the bandage job had           been less than suitable, the wound had yet to be infected.           However, that meant little. The poison was already eating its way           through Heda’s body. The wound Clarke could stitch together but           the poison...the poison...

          She looked back over at her supplies. She needed a way to stop           the poison at its source and what was already moving through           Heda’s blood. As she tried to figure out what to do about the poison,           Clarke’s attention drifted back to the brunette spoke again. This time,           the words that fell from Heda’s lips only added to weight upon her           shoulders. 

          But staring into those pleading eyes, the kind that seemed to reach           down deep and touch something Clarke hadn’t felt before in years, she           knew. She wasn’t going to let Heda die. She wasn’t going to let her fear           get the better of her. She was going to fix this. 

          Grabbing a small handful of clean bandages, Clarke quickly wadded           them up and pressed the wad against the wound. With her free hand,           Clarke gently took hold of Heda’s hand. 

               “ Yu gonplei nou ste odon. You will not die today. ”

          She led Heda’s hand over to the wad of bandages.

               “ Keep pressure on the wound. I will be right back. ” 

          With that, Clarke quickly left Heda’s bedside and hurried through the           hut to the door. Pushing the door open, the blonde demanded that the           warriors standing guard fetch two buckets of water. It took only a couple           minutes before the warriors returned with the two buckets which Clarke           promptly carried inside the hut. She hung one bucket above the roaring           fire to boil while carrying the second bucket back to the bed. 

          Another minute followed as Clarke rummaged through her supplies           and produced a small glass jar filled with a light green paste. After           grabbing a clean rag, Clarke carefully lifted Heda’s hand up and           removed the wad of bandages now soaked with black blood. 

               “ I must clean the wound. There will most likely be pain. ” 

          She gave Heda moment for her words to register before she           dipped the rag in the cool water and began wiping away the dirt and           black blood from the wound. After a short stretch of silence, Clarke           spoke again, remembering a tip her mother had taught her years ago:           direct a patient’s mind away from the pain. 

               “ It was the warriors. The ones who threatened me. They made it very clear                that I was not to fail. I don’t know if you are aware, but you’re kind of important.                My Queen might argue otherwise, but I don’t really like her. ”

                   As the younger woman met her gaze, Lexa could read that she was no            threat. She looked genuinely surprised and even confused at being questioned            about her motives. Or perhaps she was just a good liar. Most people were. 

                  She accepted her answer but tried her best to keep her guard up, even as the             pain grew worse in her abdomen. She was beginning to soak through the bandages,             black blood oozing out of the thin fabric that had haphazardly been placed on her             wound by men who were not trained healers.

                   “Who threatened you?” Lexa took a moment to ask, surprise reading on her                face. She breathed evenly, trying to keep the pain at bay as best as she could                as she spoke to the woman who would hopefully be healing her and sending                her on her way. It seemed that Clarke held no love for the Queen or perhaps                Lexa was misreading these things. She couldn’t tell if she was just hoping for                a sympathetic ear or if she was really not comfortable here. 

                     As the fisa began to unpack her supplies, the Commander kept her eyes                on her, watching every move as she got out the bandages she would be using                to replace the dirty ones still covering her wound.

                   “As I thought. And you know I did,” she answered cockily, looking up.              “The owner of that blade drew his last breath not long after stabbing me               with his poisonous sword. Oh, did I forget that part? I believe I’ve been               poisoned. It would explain the…” As the fisa removed the bandage stuck               to her wound, Lexa took a shaky breath, gripping onto Clarke’s arm tightly. 

                   “Intense pain..” She finished, clenching her jaw before allowing her hand              to fall along with her head, placing it back down on the pillow. She snapped              her eyes shut as she attempted to gain some control over the pain radiating              throughout her body. “Feel..weak. Beja, fisa – sis ai au.” The Commander              swallowed then, hard, lifting her chin slightly before admitting something              she never would have if she hadn’t been in such unbearable pain. 

                  “It’s getting worse. I do not want to do die…Klark. Sis ai au. Kep au klin.”

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Starter Call

Like this post for a starter from canon Clarke

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Finally unpacked the last four moving boxes today. I felt so accomplished that I rewarded myself with a nap.

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Lion Clarke Drawing Actual Lexa

So my friend @lesbian-sorceress (mimillekoishi on AO3) came up with this crack of Clarke drawing Lexacoons, so how could I NOT draw Lion Clarke sketching human Lexa???

Read her crack fic here. It’s so funny. Go read it. Just go :3

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I don’t know how I know, I just… know.

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          When Heda repeated her name, Clarke finally lifted her      head to meet Heda’s stare. The rich green color of Heda’s eyes      were striking. Her eyes possessed an undeniable fierce strength.      They were the eyes of a warrior. Clarke had looked into the eyes      of countless wounded warriors. She had seen their strength as      they fought to stand on their own two feet again. Heda had the      eyes of a warrior. Of a leader. Similar to that of their Queen but      lacking Nia’s coldness. 

          Clarke’s gaze fell as Heda pulled the blanket away and      tugged up her shirt. The blonde’s gaze landed immediately on the      poorly bandaged wound. At first glance the wound looked bad. Very      bad. There was no doubt in Clarke’s mind that once she took a      closer look it would be even worse. The blonde listened as Heda      explained how she got her wound. Wrong end of a blade. No fisa      there to provide immediate care. Well, that explained the bad      bandage job. 

          However, before Clarke could examine the wound further,      Heda’s question brought her focus back up to the brunette’s face.      At first, Clarke had no idea what to say. Ulterior motives? Why      would she want to kill Heda? If Clarke had plans to kill anyone, it      wouldn’t be Heda. She did have someone particular in mind, but      she kept those thoughts to herself. Otherwise, she would most      likely be dead before morning. 

               “ I was not sent to kill you. If that was the case than they would have sent           someone else. In fact, I was told that if you die on me then I will face a punishment           crueler than death. My only motive, Heda, is to heal you. ” 

          Clarke set her small pack of supplies down on a stand      beside the bed. She could still feel those green eyes burning      holes through her clothes as she opened up her pack and      started laying out all her supplies. She really shouldn’t be      surprised that Heda thought that she had plans to kill her. After      all the horrible things her Queen had done to Heda over the      years, well, Clarke understood why Heda would feel that way. 

          Looking back over at her patient, Clarke made quick work      at cutting away the bandages. With the bandages gone, Clarke      could finally have to clear look at the wound.

               “ It is indeed deep. Whoever attacked you hit hard. Not an immediately fatal           blow. I assume you struck back twice as hard? ” 

               Lexa was no stranger to pain. She’d been a warrior for most of her     life and her body was riddled with scars. But this wound felt different. She     was fairly certain that the blade had been poisoned. The pain was far beyond     anything she had ever experienced, searing and bringing tears to her eyes.     She hated giving into pain and expressing it. She tried to be stoic, but the     warriors who had come with her on her journey had seen past her attempts.

               Against her will they had brought her to Azgeda, the halfway point.     Heda was not well loved by the Azgeda and she did not have much love      for their Queen and the atrocities she had committed. Her feelings toward     the Queen were very much personal, however, and so she tried to avoid     expressing it. Everyone knew they hated each other. But they placated one     another, always inches away from war, hovering close to it, but never      officially reaching the territory. It wouldn’t take much for the tensions      between their people to lead to war. She hoped nothing would happen     now that she was here. But she wouldn’t be surprised if Nia attempted     something. Even in her weakened state she needed to stay on guard.                She was at the very least grateful when her tent was set up to      her liking. Lexa needed the rest and to get off her feet. Stubbornly she      kept her armor on but removed her boots, climbing on top of the furs      as her forehead was hot with fever. The Commander wiped at her      forehead, pushing the sweat away before laying down and closing       her eyes. She could at least rest while she waited for the fisa to       arrive. Lexa didn’t know what was going to happen. Perhaps she had      been poisoned, or the wound would get infected. Maybe the fisa would      kill her while she was weakened. There were a dozen horrific scenarios      that could’ve led to her death. But Lexa had to be at peace with that. She      was taught that from a young age. Most Hedas died young. It was a fact       of life, something she had prepared for. But no one could ever truly be      prepared for their last breath on earth. There were still so many things she      hadn’t done. As she mused about these things, she slowly drifted off into      a light sleep.

               The Commander’s eyes fluttered open when she heard the shifting      in the hut, indicating the presence of the healer they had sent for. She was      faced by a young blonde woman, who looked even younger than herself.      The display of respect brought the tiniest of smiles to Lexa’s face despite      the throbbing pain in her abdomen. She was surprised that Azgeda had      even sent a healer. This girl was young, possibly inexperienced. Maybe      she had been sent here to finish her off. She looked at her warily, trying      to read her intentions from her facial expression. But like most of her       people, her face did not betray anything at all, forcing her to stay on       guard, which was difficult to do in the presence of someone who was      presumably here to help her.

                “Klark,” she repeated her name, green eyes meeting blue for the       first time. She sighed, pulling the blanket up from her abdomen and        tugging her shirt up so that Clarke could see the wound that her guards       had poorly bandaged. “It is deep. I had no fisa traveling with me. Got on       the wrong side of a blade. Can you help? Or were you sent here with       ulterior motives…?”

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          Wait, did Lexa even know what a date was? By the amused      look in her green eyes, Clarke suspected that Lexa had some      idea of what she was asking. Perhaps she should have consulted      another Grounder about their ways of dating before storming in.      Clarke nodded at Lexa’s question and was about to elaborate further      when soft hands took hold of her own and gently placed them on the      brunette’s waist. The feeling of Lexa’s warm body so close to her’s      melted away the earlier nerves. This is what she had been seeking.      A chance to be just this. Just the two of them. 

          Clarke’s blue eyes lit up at Lexa’s suggestion. The corners of her      lips rising upwards into a smile. 

               “ That sounds perfect! ” 

          She wrapped her arms tighter around Lexa, holding her close and      rested her head against her shoulder. She had heard stories from other      Grounders about that balcony. That those who angered Lexa or did not      agree with her choices ended up falling off that balcony to a gruesome      end. But, it probably had the best view in all of Polis so Clarke wasn’t      going to nitpick. 

               “ I’d like that very much. It’ll be our first real date. ” 

          Clarke lifted her head up from Lexa’s shoulder and placed a quick      kiss on the brunette’s cheek. 

               “ I should go get ready then and leave you to your fun meetings. I have           a feeling that it’s going to take all day to get ready. ” 

            It wasn’t often that Clarke expressed nervousness. She was normally       so composed and well-spoken, but as Lexa asked her what was going on,       the blonde stood open mouthed for a moment before she was capable of       coming up with the words to answer the simple question. The Commander       waited curiously to see what had the girl in such a state, knowing she would       come out with eventually.

           As Clarke finally asked the question, Lexa’s green eyes stared into hers      with amusement. “A…date?” She repeated with a wry smile, stepping forward      to reach for Clarke’s hands. She pulled them to her waist, leaning against her      partner with a sigh. “If that is what you wish, Klark. How about you have dinner      with me tonight, on the balcony? Just us. No ambassadors, no guards, no Titus.      Just Leksa and Klark. You’d like that, sha?”

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A Healer for Heda

          It was late in the day when two warriors marched      into the healer’s hut. Clarke had been spending the day      assisting her mother with the ill and injured, doing      everything she could to keep her people alive so they      could see another day. It was not uncommon for warriors      to barge in and demand help from either Clarke or her      mother. Illness was a constant threat and wounded      warriors always managed to trickle in every now and then. 

          This time, the two warriors insisted that they needed      a healer immediately. With a nod from her mother, Clarke      grabbed a small brown pack filled with her healing supplies      and approached the two warriors. Without a word, they left      the hut with Clarke following close behind. Once outside,      the harsh sting of winter’s cold air slapped the blonde right      in the face. Clarke had never particularly enjoyed the cold      season. In truth, every season in Azgeda had an      uncomfortable chill to it. But the cold season was the worst.      Limited sunlight. Constant snow storms. Food was harder to      come by for the hunters. 

          She had spent her whole life here, surrounded by ice and      snow. Clarke had grown up following in her mother’s footsteps,      practicing to be a good healer. Still, this place had never felt      like home. Especially after her father’s death. 

          Clarke was pulled from her thoughts as the two warriors      began to speak, explaining that she would not breathe a word      about the condition of her patient to anyone. That her only      purpose today was to heal the patient and not screw up. Clarke      wondered who this patient could be, but any lingering thoughts      vanished as the two warriors approached the large hut that had      been built to house extremely important guests. 

          And there was only one important guest visiting Azgeda. 

          Clarke came to a halt at the door to the hut. She looked at      the two warriors who gestured for her to enter. 

               “ This hut is for Heda. If you needed a fisa for Heda you should have           mentioned it. I can’t- ”

          The two warriors shoved Clarke into the hut before the      blonde had a chance to finish. She gave them a pointed glare      even though she knew a simple look wasn’t going to do anything.      Releasing a small sigh, Clarke turned away from the warriors      guarding the door and walked further into the hut. It was much      bigger than the healer’s hut with an impressive sitting area to the      left, a large roaring fire in the middle, and a large bed to the right      where Heda was currently resting. 

          Clarke hesitated by the roaring fire, her hands already sticky      with sweat. She knew a lot about healing, but she was still learning.      Her mother should be the one chosen to heal Heda. Well, it was too      late to turn back now. She hoped that whatever was ailing Heda      wasn’t something beyond her knowledge. 

          She approached the bed, immediately bowing her head in      respect. It was well known that her Queen was not fond of Heda, but      that did not mean the people were allowed to openly disrespect her.      It was all one big, messy political game that Clarke had done her      best to remain away from. Innocent blood had been shed already. 

               “ Heda, my name is Klark kom Azgeda. I have been sent to heal you. ” 

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Just a small heads up:

I haven’t been able to sit down and watch tonight’s episode. So any canon Clarke replies will be pre-316 until I get a chance to watch. 

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A Date with Lexa

          She watched as Lexa rose from her throne only now just      wondering what kind of meeting Lexa was having in private      with the ambassadors. Did she just walk in on some important      negotiation? Was Lexa going to demand that she leave? How      much longer would she have to wait? The questions piling up      within her mind finally quieted when Lexa spoke. 

               “ Oh,uh... ”

          Clarke glanced over at the two ambassadors, who refused      to look at her, before returning her focus to Lexa. 

               “ ...yeah. Okay. ” 

          The blonde was quiet as Lexa spoke with the two ambassadors.      If Lexa was willing to cut short the meeting than it couldn’t be that      important. Neither ambassador even chanced a glance her way.      Clearly these two were not exactly fans of her or her people. Hopefully      those views will change in time. Clarke knew her people weren’t      perfect, but she knew peace was obtainable. Somehow. 

          Clarke listened to the retreating footsteps of the ambassadors,      keeping her gaze on Lexa while waiting for the two men to finally      leave. When the double doors finally closed, Clarke noticed Lexa’s      expression soften. Finally, a chance to speak with Lexa. 

               “ It did sound a bit boring. ” 

          She had been expecting Lexa’s question. Hell, this was the      very reason she was here. Yet, for some reason, Clarke found      herself standing before Lexa, mouth open with no words to say.      She still wasn’t sure if Lexa would even agree to a date. No. Not      this again. She just needed to do this or it would never leave       her alone. 

               “ Nothing bad has happened. I’ve just been thinking that we don’t really get                to spend a whole lot of time together. Personally. And since we’ve already                been together in bed, I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date? ”

               Once she and Clarke had been intimate, everything changed. Lexa was          no longer afraid of her feelings and wondering if Wanheda felt the same. It          was a weight off her shoulders not having to question it. But the addition of          Clarke in her life in that capacity was not an easy adjustment. It had been far          too long since she’d been in a relationship, not since Costia, and she was not          used to juggling her duties as Heda with spending time with a significant other.

                 She knew that the blonde was trying to be patient, but she also knew            that it was driving her crazy. Clarke wasn’t as good at not betraying her            emotions, though Lexa failed to do so more often than not in the presence            of the Skaikru healer. She had let down her mask in front of her, she’d shown            her Leksa, and Clarke loved what she saw. This gave her the strength to push            through anything, including what had almost been her death. It had been Clarke            that gave her the strength to pull through. Love was not weakness as she had            been told. Hodnes laik uf.

                  Meetings were tiresome. Not that the Commander would admit it             as they were simply part of her life now, something that was required             of her in order to keep the peace in the coalition. Today was no different.             She was meeting with the ambassadors from Trishanakru and Podakru             to resolve a trade dispute, but her mind and heart weren’t in it as she             listened to the two, keeping her face blank and expressionless despite             the compulsion to roll her eyes and tell them to work it out themselves.

                  When Clarke burst in through the double doors, it was a welcome               sight, but not to the ambassadors or to her guards. Lexa gave her a               dark look, rising up from her throne. “Klark,” she said placidly,              narrowing her eyes. “I understand. Give me one moment, please.”              She turned her attention back to the ambassadors, gazing pointedly              at them. “Everything is in order now, sha? Come to me if you continue              to experience problems. Don’t let things escalate again. I would hate to              have to sanction either of your clans for trade transgressions.” The two              ambassadors thanked their Heda before shuffling out of the room,              keeping their eyes averted from the Skaikru woman. 

                    As soon as they were in private, the double doors closing with a                 thud, Lexa’s expression changed. “I owe you for getting me out of                  spending another moment with those two.” She said quietly.

                    “Klark…has something happened?”

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            Clarke handed over the bottle after another           quick sip. “You can have as much as you want.           I saw some more earlier.” The blonde fell quiet           for a moment. “It’s fine, by the way. We don’t           need to talk if you don’t want to. We can just sit           here and drink.”

Octavia sat next to Clarke, sighing. “I’d love some.” She’d be lying if she said she didn’t need it to keep her mind off things.

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A Date with Lexa

          It had been on the blonde’s mind for two days now. At      first, it had just been a silly random thought. 

               “ Sex before the first date. It’s becoming a habit now. ” 

          But as the silly thought lingered, Clarke couldn’t help       but wonder what a date with Lexa would be like. What would       they even do? Would Lexa even agree to such an idea? Sure       there was some tentative peace established, but Lexa still       spent most of her time locked away in meetings. Outside of       those meetings Lexa seemed to wear the mask of the       Commander more than ever. And while Clarke was grateful       that Lexa was the Commander (because Clarke was almost       positive that if the Commander had been anyone else, she       and her people would have been long dead by now) she did       wish that she could spend more personal time with Lexa.       Not the Commander. Just with Lexa. 

          For awhile Clarke spent her time coming up with dozens       of reasons why a date would be a foolish idea. Lexa was too       busy trying to secure the peace both of them desperately       wanted between their people. She shouldn’t distract her. Plus,       how would the people of Polis react to learning that their       Commander was involved with someone from Skaikru? That       would make things messy. Well, honestly, things were already       a mess. And wouldn’t a happy, healthy relationship between       the two of them actually help the other clans see that peace       can be accomplished? 

          Her thoughts were getting her nowhere. She should have       just let the silly thought be only that and move on. Now, Clarke       couldn’t get the date idea out of her mind. It had taken a long       sleepless night of tossing and turning before Clarke knew what       she had to do. She needed to talk to Lexa. 

          It was no surprise to learn that Lexa was in a private       meeting with an ambassador the following day. Clarke paced       outside the guarded doors to the throne room, ignoring the       occasional looks the two silent guards would give her. She       knew she should wait until the private meeting was over. Plus       she needed to think over what she was going to say. Marching       in and demanding a date from the Commander in front of others       didn’t seem like a strategic idea. Yet, as time wore on Clarke       was getting tired of waiting. She needed to talk with Lexa now. 

          Clarke headed for the doors, ignoring the guards who warned       her that the private meeting was not over. Pushing the double       doors open, Clarke entered the throne room.

               “ Lexa, we need to talk. And before you ask, no it can’t wait. ”

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A Greeter for blxodmusthaveblood

               She didn’t notice Lexa’s presence until she               caught sight of her in her peripheral vision. Clarke               looked up from the sheet of paper she had been               sketching on. “Hey. I didn’t wake you, did I?” 

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A Greeter for grounder-blake

          “Want some?” Clarke held the bottle      towards Octavia. “Not the best taste, but      the buzz feels good.”