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COMPLIANCE, a The 100 fanfic on AO3

University of Polis, First semester

“I’m going to fail,” Aden Woods groaned, lightly banging the back of his head on the wall he was leaning against.

His sister older by four years glanced up from what she was reading while seated at the kitchen table. “What?”

“I said I’m going to fail! This stupid art class.”

“But I thought you liked art?”

“I thought I did too! But this art appreciation they’re making me take is killing me.”

Lexa Woods gave him a skeptical look. “How so, when it's an elective?” 

"Let's just say, Coach Lincoln 'strongly recommends a quality elective' for some reason. And in this course, I have a ten-page paper to write. My topics to choose from…” Aden held up a sheet of paper and read off, “Understanding surrealism, evaluating the influences of the Industrial Revolution in the development of art or examining the Neoclassical sculpture as a mixture of new and ancient ideas.” He looked down at her, crumpling the paper in his hand in frustration, his blue eyes large in his panic-stricken face. “I don’t know where to start, it's due at the end of the semester and I’m so freaked out! I might have to drop this class no matter what Coach wants.” 

Lexa rolled her eyes at his dramatic commentary. “You already know how to write a decent essay, just focus on the basic components. The only thing I can suggest is the surrealist Salvador Dalí. Check out his famous painting, The Persistence of Memory. I can’t help you with anything else about art.”

“The Persistence of Memory? Okay, I’ll check that out, at least it’s a start.” The lanky teenager turned towards the front door of his sister’s apartment, ready to begin some research now that he at least had a decent topic. “I’m catching a ride to class with Nyko. But can you come get me after?”

“What time?”

“Three.”

“Okay, see you then. I don’t have to be at work until later.”  

“Thanks, sis.” 

“You’re welcome.”

∞

Class was over and yet Aden lingered in the lecture hall while his university classmates scurried away. He detested most of the content in this course like many of the others. Yet he sure took every opportunity to enjoy the visual of a certain teaching assistant whose presence he was graced with three times a week. Because TA Griffin was some kind of eye-candy, with her blonde hair and hour-glass figure always adorned in some fashionably sexy skirt and high heels.

He waited patiently in one of the upper seats, stowing away his laptop away in its case while another student took up his crush’s time by asking her meaningless questions. Not that he did not have the same intent. Plenty of other guys had made passes at the teaching assistant during the semester also and she would respond with a flirtatious smile or word, but none of the guys were able to see her beyond the classroom, as far as he could tell. As the other student finally exited, Woods made his move, slowly descending the steps.  

“Miss Griffin?”

She looked up from gathering student papers. “Yes? Aden, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he answered with a smile. She knows my name! “I just wanted to get clarification on some of the requirements for the term paper.”

“Sure, what did you need to know?” As the student proceeded to ask his questions, Clarke Griffin listened with half an ear while she gathered the paperwork resulting from the pop quiz that she had sprung on the students. She once again explained in detail what Professor Kane would expect in the term paper, worth fifty percent of the course grade. As she answered another question, her gaze was quickly drawn to a figure that suddenly appeared in the doorway to the lecture hall.  Oh, shit. 

A drop-dead gorgeous brunette with a neat plait of hair draped over one shoulder, smiled softly in greeting, her gaze focused on Aden Woods.

Was this his girlfriend? A relative? Turning back, Griffin reached out and lightly touched the student on his arm and smiled over at him warmly as they resumed talking. She watched as he blushed and seemed a bit flustered by her mild flirtation. Surreptitiously she glanced over at the brunette again to take note of her reaction.

The woman seemed amused by their interaction, bored even as she waited patiently by the door.  She did not appear angry or jealous.

Hm, good to know.

∞

"How in the world can art be this damn hard?" Aden muttered aloud in frustration later that night, ready to tear out strands of his sandy-blonde hair from the scalp. He had thought the course would be an easy A, in contrast to his core curriculum as a first-year. But having to know all the different forms of visual art, the names of prominent painters and sculptors in addition to the titles of their greatest works, was more than he had bargained for. 

But all was not lost it seemed. 

He did some research and a few days later, he found the perfect sources for the term paper he had to write, in order to survive the freaking art class. A couple of books he found contained all the information one could ever need. Everything he could have ever hoped for. With that term paper being half of his course grade, he was going to ace this class now.  

∞

Seven weeks later

Clarke Griffin woke up in a foul mood that morning for some reason. Her day did not get any better either when she realized what one of Professor Kane’s students had done. She stared down at one of the term papers that she was assisting the professor in grading. You stupid, stupid kid! Why the hell did you do it? she silently chastised. How could you possibly think...?  She angrily flipped through the essay. Then she groaned. So transparent... The student, from one of Professor Kane's afternoon classes had not even attempted to conceal the deception, as if unaware of how to do so. Tapping her fingers on her small desk outside the professor's office, she leaned back in her chair to debate the repercussions. Suddenly her deep scowl transformed into a near smile as she thought of an alternative to proper scholastic punishment. 

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RAINFALL, a Loving Annabelle fanfic on AO3

"...I will shelter you, all through the storm," Annabelle sings the final words of the song laced with hidden meaning while staring out into the audience, directly into a familiar pair of blue eyes. The gorgeous eyes of her enamored.  Her poetry teacher. As her fingers strum easily over the strings of her guitar she watches the blonde in the lace dress drop her gaze, turn and rush off.

No, not this time Simone, she vows in silent determination, following the woman with her eyes while she plays on. But the blonde hurriedly taking her leave prompts Tillman to finish up instrumental expression rather quickly before initiating her own departure. This time, you're not getting away from me. The brunette follows her discreetly using another exit.

Slowly approaching an open doorway leading to the darkness and softly falling rain outside, Annabelle casually steps through and looks left.

Sea blue eyes lock onto deep ocean blue.

⛆ 💧 ⛆ 💧⛆

Standing beside the entrance, the blonde is drawing in steady breaths to calm herself. She tries to forget the unrelenting determination she has read in Annabelle's eyes during her impulsive musical performance. She tries to dismiss the promise of love and protection she has heard in the younger woman's voice during the ballad.

Hearing footsteps, she opens her eyes and looks over at the doorway.

As soon as she meets Annabelle's blue-green eyes she turns to escape them.

Like all the other memorable encounters between them before -- the blatant flirtation after poetry class; the cigarette confiscation; the prayer beads reprimand; the friendly library chat about her photography; the flower delivery; the uninvited, against-policy visit where a pass was made at her in her own suite; the beach house intimacy which had briefly drawn them closer; the physical rejection in the car and at the movie; the heartfelt confrontation after class; the angry aftermath of the fight between Annabelle and Kat; the jealous reaction while dancing with Michael; and now this -- she turns away once more in rejection of Annabelle Tillman and the strong, genuine feelings she now has for a senator's daughter. But she has to continue denying them because it is of no use to either of them. Because of their age differences, societal boundaries and more.

Bradley closes her eyes briefly, battling a war within. I'm just a plaything to her anyway, something to pass the time with until graduation. But those lyrics, the look in her eyes as she sang them to me... Even after my constant rejections of her and then seeing me with Michael. Can I really trust her? Does she truly love me? No, she doesn't. She can't possibly, she immediately decides, stepping down to enter the cold wetness of the night, alone.

Then she feels the gentle touch of Annabelle's hand on her right arm, preventing her from leaving. Silently begging her to stay.

Without even looking at the other female she feels that she has lost the months-long struggle for control over her body and emotions. Especially her heart. Suddenly halting her descent, Simone looks back at Annabelle.

The younger woman is staring at her. Waiting for her.

The blonde reads everything in the steady gaze that she needs to know, all the love and desire the other female feels for her on display now, practically overflowing from the beautiful orbs. But there is a vulnerability present also, as if she is waiting yet again, for another one of Bradley's rejections.

Tillman swallows. Her heart begins to pound in excitement, anticipation. Because the expression on the other woman's face seems to be telling her all that she needs to know. After her relentless pursuit, will her truest wish finally become a reality?

Simone gazes at the brunette, feeling so much for her now.

For months, she has suppressed the student's defiance, admired her feisty spirit, appreciated her caring attitude toward Colins, enjoyed her confident, infectious smile and now -- as fleeting as the previous caresses had been before -- now she desires the very personal, physical touches more than anything else in the world. So much so that as she is stopped and turns back, she knows there is no turning back, in more ways than one.

Stepping forward, she places her hands on Annabelle's lovely face and proceeds to kiss her with all the pent-up desire that she has been feeling yet avoided expressing until now.

Yes, Annabelle says to herself as she returns the kiss happily, holding Simone to her by the waist.

The couple, of contrasts -- one figure dressed in red, the other in white; one woman younger and the other older -- continue their embrace. Continue kissing urgently.  Lovingly.

While the music plays on inside the dancehall.

While an all-encompassing passion between two is being indulged outside.

While the lovely, dark rain falls.

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Clarke Griffin ❤️ Lexa Woods

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CLASS OF 2020, a The 100 fanfic on AO3

"I need something from you.” True to her word, the very next morning, Clarke was at Lexa’s locker, waiting for her.

“Oh really?” Lexa walked up with a small but smug smile. “What’s that?”  In her peripheral vision, she saw a slew of people pause in their trek to classes and lockers, some even halting outright to follow their interaction.

Clarke disregarded the puzzled looks Monty, Harper, Nathan, Jackson, Raven, Finn, Jasper and Octavia were tossing in her direction. She especially ignored Lincoln’s glower.  “My morning kiss,” the blonde declared, leaning in to briefly sample her lips.

After they parted, vibrant, verdant eyes smiled into azure. “Oh, now there’s a morning kiss ritual?”

“Mm hm,” Clarke murmured against her mouth, stealing another kiss. Then she reached for Lexa’s cell-phone. “And I need this for a sec.” Remaining very close to the other girl, all in her personal space, she accessed contacts and added her information, immediately sending her own cell a text message. Then she held up the smartphone to show her girlfriend the message she had sent.

Gm, bae. Missed you all night 😘

“Really, Clarke?”

At the blonde’s nonchalant shrug, Lexa shook her head in disbelief. “So, are you ready for this?”

“What? The chaos that’s about to commence? Yeah, if you are.”

“Okay then, let’s go.”

Suddenly someone called out, “Clarke, wait!”

Then another said, “C! Come here!”

Then a bewildered voice questioned, “Lexa...?”

Ignoring the calls for their attention and holding hands lightly, they strolled down the hallway to first period. Their classes were side by side, so Clarke was able to make good on her promise to send her girlfriend off with a (third) kiss good-bye.

∞❤

“Clarke! No, don’t you dare!”

As Clarke  shot down the hallway en route to lunch, she giggled as she heard footsteps fast approaching behind her.

“Clarke!” Suddenly she was wrapped in a bear hug by one of her best friends. “Get back here!” Raven Reyes ordered.

“But I’m hungry,” she protested.

“Hungry, my ass!”

Octavia Blake cornered her after Raven released her. “Are you doing her?” the petite ball of energy demanded to know. “You are, aren’t you? You’re fucking her!”

“O! Do you have to be so fucking loud?” Griffin whispered fiercely. “That’s a very personal question!”

“Yeah, you are,” Blake surmised. “And Lincoln’s gonna fucking kill you. Skin you alive, give you a very painful death by a thousand cuts for putting those pretty paws on his cousin! Girl, you just love living dangerously, don’t you?”

Clarke swallowed at the prospect of having a confrontation with her girlfriend’s cousin. She definitely didn’t look forward to it.  She masked her sudden anxiousness by forcing a carefree shrug. “So? What matters to me is what my girl thinks, not anyone else.”

“Your girl!” the other two students exclaimed in unison.

“Yeah, my girl. Now do you think I can go eat now?”

“Do you know the many ways I could respond to that question?” Raven murmured slyly. “ But all I’ll say is—no. You can't eat just yet.”

Clarke rolled her eyes and set off. “I’m going anyway.”

“No!” The youngest of the trio grabbed her arm. “Not ‘til you tell us!”

“Tell you what?”

“How the two of you hooked up, dummy!”

“Yeah," Reyes co-signed. "When’d this happen?”

Clarke sighed. “I’ll tell you the short version. Okay?”

At a table in the cafeteria away from everyone else, she explained how she had followed Lexa and apologized to her; omitting the details of their bathroom activity, she did admit to taking the other girl back home for dinner. But even when the other two girls insisted, she refused to admit how far they had actually gone—she would only disclose the full truth with Lexa's permission. And even then, she didn’t know if she wanted the whole school knowing they had already had sex.

∞❤

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WILDFIRE, a Loving Annabelle fanfic on AO3: 

Sudden squeals of delight and shouts of excitement told the blonde that the entertainment was about to get underway.

However instead of making an appearance on stage from behind drawn curtains, the four-member band began to walk casually between tables, greeting the pleasantly surprised audience with waves, smiles, handshakes and fist-bumps.

When a stunning brunette brought up the rear, Bradley attempted to maintain her poise, making an effort in preventing her jaw from dropping.

The young woman had straight, honey-brown, highlighted hair down to her waist, a nose-ring and megawatt smile, exuding confidence. She looked beyond sexy in an electric-blue crop top, a pair of skin-tight charcoal lace-up leather pants and matching ankle boots. To complete the ensemble, she was rocking a pair of designer eyeglasses in a sky-blue tint.  

Simone could not take her eyes off the expanse of golden-brown flesh exposed to her view in the area between the hem of the singer's shirt and the waistband of her pants. The tight waist and flat, tanned abdomen had immediately drawn her attention and she could not tear her gaze away from a body piercing attached to the cute little navel. That is, she did not look away until she felt a slight nudge from Lauren.  She glanced up, suddenly realizing that the local celebrity had paused right in front of her on the way to the stage. Hesitantly, Simone looked her in the face.        

As their eyes met, Annabelle smiled down at the seated blonde...  Controlling a sudden urge to pull the complete stranger into her embrace as if they had known each other their entire lives, Tillman simply gave her a sly wink before moving on. She followed her bandmates to the front of the stage, acknowledging other fans as she passed by. 

-Sunriseyes

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IS THIS SEAT TAKEN, a Loving Annabelle fanfic on AO3:

Annabelle had never felt anything for anyone… until she had walked into an upscale hotel bar and found herself stunned by the good looks of a certain blonde. A woman so attractive to her, that she had placed herself in unknown territory by propositioning her and hoping anxiously that she would be taken up on the lustful proposal.

One look at her and Annabelle had been drawn beyond her free-will, by a force of nature. A few hours in bed with her and in her company outside of it, and new, forbidden feelings had flared. It had been inevitable.

                                        AT~SB~AT~SB~AT~SB                                        

The sensual visions varied somewhat, but always consisted of the dark-haired beauty watching Simone with those sultry sea blue eyes of hers, her golden-brown features flushed with desire. Luscious, rosy lips were always parted and beckoning to her.

It was always the same. Those eyes, lips and hands giving Simone so much unending pleasure in her every dream. During the deep, dark night. In the bright light of day. It did not matter when or where anymore. But it was beginning to be pure torture to go through it. Not to mention the fact that she seemed to see her everywhere now.

-Sunriseyes