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[clexmas24]

Hey everyone! Clexmas is right around the corner and will begin on the 16th of December this year, hope you’re ready! 

Clexmas is all about having all things Clexa that jingle with the holiday spirit. Reblog or send this post out to anyone you think will enjoy it! As a reminder here is how you can participate below. And our theme list for this year. 

How To Participate: Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that jingles Clexa with a Christmas/Holiday theme - let’s see it!

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Dec. 16 - Day 1: Home for the Holidays

Dec. 17 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice List

Dec. 18 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

Dec. 19 - Day 4: Snowed In

Dec. 20 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions

Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

Dec. 22 - Day 7:  Free Day

[lexa-griffins]

Clextober23 | Day 4 - Magical Nights | Flower Shop x Tattoo Shop AU Blooming Sunlight

The Witches' Coalition is formed by 13 covens, the oldest of which is Trikru, the nature coven. A rivalry between Trikru and the newest coven, Skaikru, the light coven, has extended itself throughout the past few centuries and although many have forgotten about it, Lexa is a the type of witch who holds on to her coven's history and keeps the rivalry alive, set on not fraternizing with anyone who can perform solar magic in her life. Proud owner of Trikru Flowers, a quaint flower shop that servers both the magic and non magic folk, flowers and bouquets made for spells and intentions, Lexa lives in the peace of her routine. That is, until the vacant store across from her magical flower shop is suddenly occupied by a tattoo shop, the sun catchers and warm yellows accompanied by shinny blonde hair and bright blue eyes telling her her new business neighbor belongs to the rival clan and no amount of pretty smiles or the wonderful warmth of sunlight that blooms her entire shop will make Lexa change her mind about Clarke or her coven. Quickly a rivalry grows between the two witches, Lexa still so attached to a hatred grown inside of her family for the newer coven she is unable to let go, urging Clarke's dislike for Lexa and her refusal to let go of a centuries old dispute, feeding it to a degree that could put the secrecy of the witches' coalition and the blooming of a small bud that Lexa as been dearly entrusted with at risk.

Coming to an AO3 soon(ish)!

[thecrimsonknight]

One Halloween a young Clarke stumbled upon Lexa while walking in the woods. After playing all day they said goodbye. Many years later she questions whether the girl was real or just a lonely ghost.

[talktomeinclexa]

Monsters Among Us

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic violence, Blood and Injuries, Death

Status: WIP

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

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Chapter 4: The Body

A chilly gust of October wind found its way through the open door, making several of the people assembled at the inn shiver. The temperatures had dropped nearly ten degrees since the week before, and more than one had yet to retrieve their warmer clothes from the back of their cabinets and drawers.

Lexa pushed away a lock of her hair that had been displaced in the process and refocused her attention on her soup and the idle conversations taking place around her.

All the regular patrons knew who she was by then, and after weeks of seeing her at the inn or in the fields, they had almost forgotten her presence. Sadly, the same couldn’t be said about all the beaters gathered for the large beat scheduled the next day. Most eyed her with suspicion and whispered about her behind her back—when they bothered to be discreet.

“Would you like anything else?” Monty asked as he passed by her table. “Some cider perhaps?”

“I’ll have a beer. Thank you,” she replied with a smile. He and Harper were good people. In another life, one where she wasn’t a monster hunter and they didn’t have an inn to run and a child to raise, they could have been friends.

Monty nodded and headed back to the counter, leaving Lexa to her thoughts. And to her solitude. She ought to have been used to it by then. A life spent chasing monsters hardly left time for relationships, and the odd woman who could have coped with Lexa’s extraordinary existence would have walked with a target on her back. Lexa had long accepted the cost of the life she had chosen for herself. Yet, on occasion, even the most battle-hardened heart experienced loneliness.

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[reallygroovyninja]

Indra stood at the head of the long library table, her gaze sweeping across the faces of her faculty, each seated in the historic wooden chairs that had been part of Arkadia High's library for decades. The overhead lights illuminated the rich mahogany of the shelves, filled with books that silently bore witness to countless staff meetings.

Clearing her throat, she began, “I understand Spirit Week might seem like it's primarily for the students, but I'd like to emphasize the importance of faculty participation. Our students look up to you all. Your enthusiasm—or lack thereof—sets a tone for the entire school. I urge each of you, from the PE department to the sciences, from math to art, to dive in wholeheartedly. Let's show the students that school spirit isn't bound by age or subject. Let's make this Spirit Week memorable, not just for them, but for us as well." Indra's voice, authoritative yet warm, resonated with an unmistakable passion, compelling even the most reticent teachers to consider embracing the week's festivities.

Indra adjusted her glasses and glanced at the list in front of her. "Alright, everyone, the student council has made their decisions for this year's Spirit Week themes," she began, trying to infuse her voice with a hint of excitement.

"Monday will be Pajama Day, followed by 60's Day on Tuesday. Wednesday will be College or Pro Sports T-shirt Jersey Day. Thursday is designated for Movie Character Day, and we'll wrap up the week with School Colors Day on Friday." She paused, waiting for the reaction she knew was coming.

A collective groan echoed through the library. Ms. McIntyre, the history teacher, sighed dramatically, "Every year, it's the same thing. You'd think they'd get creative for once." Mr. Pike, from the PE department, chimed in, "I've lost track of how many jerseys I've worn on Wednesdays." Indra chuckled, understanding their sentiments, "We might know what to expect, but remember, for some of our students, this is their first Spirit Week. Let's make it count for them."

Indra saw the palpable sense of deja vu among the teachers and decided to introduce a twist. "However," she began, drawing the room's attention with the slight rise in her voice, "the student council introduced an incentive this year. The student displaying the most spirit throughout the week will be awarded a $500 gift certificate. But, they didn’t forget about you all." She smiled wryly, catching the twinkle in a few teachers' eyes.

"The teacher who goes above and beyond, showcasing the most spirit, will receive a $250 gift certificate. So, let’s see which one of us can give our students a run for their money!" The atmosphere in the room shifted from mild dread to competitive enthusiasm as murmurs of challenge buzzed between colleagues.

As the room settled into a hive of chatter, teachers contemplating how to win the coveted gift certificate, Clarke turned to Lexa, her eyes gleaming with the thrill of a new challenge. "So, are you up for a little competition this year?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement. "I have to say, a $250 gift certificate could buy a lot of art supplies—or in your case, possibly the fanciest graphing calculator ever made." Clarke's teasing smile met Lexa's composed but amused gaze.

For a moment, the world beyond the two of them seemed to fade into a mere backdrop, the other teachers' voices a distant murmur. In that instant, it wasn't just about the gift certificate or even Spirit Week; it was an unspoken acknowledgment of the camaraderie and gentle rivalry that had always danced between them. Lexa's eyes twinkled as she leaned in, whispering, "Challenge accepted, Clarke. May the most spirited teacher win."

Indra noticed the competitive sparkle that had ignited in her teachers' eyes, satisfied that her announcement had sparked more enthusiasm than she'd first sensed. "Alright, if there are no further questions, let's call it a day and gear up for a memorable Spirit Week next week. Meeting adjourned."

The faculty began to rise, chairs scraping against the wooden floor, but the atmosphere had shifted from routine resignation to spirited speculation. As the teachers filed out of the library, each wore a thoughtful expression, already lost in strategic calculations.

Ms. McIntyre was heard mumbling about recreating a '60s protest sign that would blend history with spirit. Mr. Pike flexed his arms, contemplating how many sports jerseys he could layer on without causing heatstroke. Clarke and Lexa exchanged one last look, their smiles a mutual promise of the spirited battle to come.

There was a newfound spring in everyone's step; if Spirit Week was a game, then this year, it had suddenly become a high-stakes tournament, and each teacher left plotting their moves to outwit, outplay, and outlast.

The evening air was cool when Lexa arrived at Clarke's inviting house, a place soon to be their shared home. Clarke greeted her with a smile, the comfort of their time together contrasting the semi-chaos of the house. Amidst the boxes labeled 'Lexa's Books' and 'Clarke's Art Supplies,' it was clear they were gearing up for a new chapter together.

"So, I've been thinking," Lexa began cautiously, setting down her overnight bag by the entryway, "For Spirit Week, what if I stay at my own apartment? That way, our outfits can be a surprise for each other every day."

Clarke chuckled, her eyes twinkling with both amusement and affection. "You really are taking this challenge seriously, aren't you?"

Lexa nodded, her face a playful blend of seriousness and excitement. "Absolutely. Do we have a deal?" Clarke grinned, captivated by Lexa's enthusiasm. "Deal," she agreed. With a knowing smile, they leaned in and shared a lingering kiss, sealing their playful pact for the week ahead.

The first rays of Monday morning painted the Arkadia High courtyard in a soft, golden light. Students, still groggy from the weekend, shuffled in, casting curious glances around to see which of their peers and teachers had embraced Pajama Day.

Among them, Lexa made her entrance, capturing more than a few amused stares and chuckles. Clad in a cozy, dark-hued pajama set, she confidently strode in, the words "Come to the dark side, we have π" boldly printed across her top.

Her choice of sleepwear, a playful nod to her math specialization, was as much a statement of her personality as it was her commitment to Spirit Week. As students whispered and pointed, it was clear that Lexa had set a spirited tone for the week, and many wondered how the other teachers, especially Clarke, would rise to the challenge.

Just as the school was buzzing over Lexa's clever pajama set, Clarke pulled into the parking lot, igniting a fresh wave of chatter among the students.

She stepped out of her car wearing a rainbow unicorn onesie, complete with a horn on the hood and a colorful tail. Across the chest, in bold, glittering letters, read the phrase "I Don't Believe in Humans." As she walked through the courtyard toward the school building, students couldn't help but stop and stare, their eyes widening in both amusement and admiration.

Clarke's artful approach to Spirit Week was unmistakable, and her whimsical onesie instantly became the talk of the school. She wore the outfit with an air of casual confidence, as if unicorn attire was just another artistic medium for her.

When Clarke and Lexa finally crossed paths, their eyes met, and for a moment, their playful outfits said more than words ever could—each had brought their A-game to Spirit Week, and the competition was on.

During their brief encounter in the teachers' lounge, amidst a sea of equally spirited but far less creative pajamas, Lexa leaned in close to Clarke and spoke softly. "Alright, I'll admit, you may have outdone me for Pajama Day. That unicorn onesie is a work of art—literally."

Clarke grinned triumphantly, enjoying her moment of glory. Lexa's eyes, however, twinkled with a sense of impending triumph. "But just wait until 60's Day. That's where I'll claim victory. I've got something special planned, something that even your artistic mind couldn't conjure."

Clarke looked at Lexa with a mix of curiosity and excitement, wondering just what the math teacher had up her sleeve. "Challenge accepted," Clarke said, her voice tinged with anticipation. "May the best outfit win." And with that, they shared a smile that carried the weight of a friendly rivalry and the deep affection that underlay it all.

On Tuesday's 60's Day, the Arkadia High courtyard came alive with the echoes of a bygone era. Among the students sporting flower crowns and band tees, Clarke's entrance became one of the day's spectacles.

She emerged from her car in a vibrant tie-dye shirt that danced with swirls of purples, blues, and greens, making it look as though a rainbow had melted upon her. Paired with her top were high-waisted flare jeans that accentuated her stature, giving off a carefree yet confident aura. She wore a pair of round, oversized sunglasses, their tinted lenses reflecting the morning sunlight.

Around her neck, she had a peace-sign pendant, and her feet were adorned with brown, fringed sandals. To complete the look, a simple braided headband held back her loose, wavy hair, emphasizing her dedication to the day's theme. As Clarke stepped onto the school grounds, she personified the very spirit of the 60s, her outfit a testament to her innate ability to merge creativity with authenticity.

Not long after Clarke's entrance, another car rolled into the Arkadia High parking lot, and out stepped Lexa, providing the next big reveal of 60's Day.

She was a vision of mod fashion, challenging the bohemian vibes set by her counterpart. Wearing a mini skirt that featured a bold geometric pattern, Lexa paired it with a form-fitting sweater in a contrasting color, amplifying her look's retro edge.

But what really turned heads were her knee-high leather boots, polished to a shine and perfectly complementing her ensemble. As Lexa walked through the school, her boots clicked with each step, emanating an aura of absolute confidence. The math teacher had indeed made good on her promise: her 60's Day outfit was a masterstroke of style and strategy, one that captivated students and faculty alike.

When Clarke caught sight of Lexa in the hallway, clad in her 60's-inspired mini skirt and knee-high boots, her heart skipped more than a beat. Lexa exuded a kind of effortless sensuality that caught Clarke utterly off guard, making it almost impossible to focus on the friendly competition at hand.

While the whole point of this week was to surprise each other with their Spirit Week outfits, for a fleeting moment Clarke regretted their decision to keep their living arrangements separate for the duration.

The thought of not being able to see Lexa first thing in the morning and last thing at night, especially when she looked this captivating, left her with a sense of longing she couldn't easily shake.

The playful rivalry was still there, but it had taken on a new, electric charge that neither of them could ignore. Clarke took a deep breath, steadying her racing heart, knowing that the week had just become more intriguing in ways she hadn't anticipated.

Clarke and Lexa bumped into each other in the deserted hallway, their eyes meeting over the vivid splashes of 60's fashion they each wore. "You look like a real-life Woodstock poster," Lexa commented, visibly impressed.

Clarke chuckled, her eyes drifting over Lexa's form-fitting ensemble. "And you're channeling the Swinging Sixties in London so well, it's hard to remember we're in a high school in 2023." The tension between them was palpable, charged with something more than their usual friendly competitiveness.

Seizing the moment, Clarke glanced around and noticed her art classroom door was ajar, the room empty. "Come here," she said softly, grabbing Lexa's hand and pulling her into the empty space.

As the door closed behind them, Clarke looked into Lexa's eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. "I can't help it; you look amazing," she confessed, before pressing her lips to Lexa's.

For a few suspended seconds, the world outside—the students, Spirit Week, the competition—faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in a kiss that seemed to say what words could not.

When they finally pulled apart, both were slightly breathless but smiling, knowing that regardless of who won Spirit Week, they had something infinitely more valuable.

Clarke felt a magnetic pull towards Lexa that she couldn't resist. Her hand gently touched Lexa's cheek, her eyes meeting those striking green orbs for a moment before leaning in for another kiss.

This time, the kiss was deeper, more intentional, as if they were sealing an unspoken pact between them. However, just as their lips met and they began to lose themselves in the moment, the harsh sound of the school bell rang out, shattering the intimate bubble they had created.

They pulled away, their eyes meeting in a mix of frustration and amusement. "Well, duty calls," Clarke said, her voice tinged with a regretful smile. Lexa nodded, her eyes still locked onto Clarke's. "Yes, it does, but this is far from over." They shared a knowing glance before reluctantly heading out of the classroom, each lost in thought.

Throughout the bustling day at Arkadia High, the school's empty spaces bore silent witness to a series of clandestine moments. At every opportune moment, Clarke, driven by a potent mixture of affection, playful mischief, and perhaps even a dash of Spirit Week fervor, found a way to steer Lexa into a momentarily deserted classroom or a conveniently shadowed supply closet.

The door would barely have time to click shut before Clarke would close the distance between them, capturing Lexa's lips in soft, lingering kisses. These weren't just displays of affection; they were little stolen moments of connection amidst the chaos of the school day.

Every time they emerged, there was a slight flush to their cheeks, their smiles barely suppressed, as if they were privy to a secret the rest of the school could only guess at. Lexa began to anticipate these spontaneous rendezvous, the unpredictability adding a layer of excitement to the rhythm of their day. The spirit of competition and the gentle tug of romance had them both ensnared in a dance only they understood.

Wednesday dawned, bringing with it the anticipated College/Pro sports t-shirt jersey day. Most of the Arkadia High staff approached the theme with predictable choices, donning jerseys and shirts of well-known teams.

However, Clarke wasn't one to be outdone, especially with what many deemed a rather straightforward theme. She arrived donning an ink-splashed jersey that immediately drew attention. The vibrant, artistic streaks on the fabric clashed with the neat logo of the Polis University Commanders, her cherished alma mater.

The jersey was a work of art, turning the concept of a mere sports jersey into a canvas of memories, creativity, and loyalty. It wasn't just a nod to her college days; it was a beautiful blend of her past and present, her love for art merging seamlessly with the pride of her university years.

Whispers filled the hallways as both students and faculty members paused to appreciate her ingenious take on the day's theme. Clarke had once again redefined the norms, making a simple jersey day into a statement of her unique identity.

As the morning bell neared, Lexa made her entrance, and it was nothing short of dramatic. Instead of opting for a traditional jersey or t-shirt, she arrived clad in her Arkadia College fencing outfit, a crisp white ensemble that hugged her form, perfectly tailored to every curve and muscle.

The mesh mask dangled casually from her hand, and her foil was secured in a sleek case strapped to her back. The Arkadia College emblem proudly adorned her chest, reflecting her dedication to the sport during her collegiate years.

The sight was both surprising and mesmerizing, drawing a mix of admiring and puzzled glances from students and colleagues alike. It wasn't just a nod to her alma mater, but also a bold statement about her passion and expertise in a sport that demanded precision, discipline, and elegance.

While Clarke had turned the theme into a canvas of creativity, Lexa showcased the art of mastery and skill, reminding everyone that there was more to her than met the eye. The dynamic duo had once again turned an ordinary theme day into a memorable spectacle.

The moment Clarke caught sight of Lexa in her fencing ensemble, her breath hitched. Even though they'd been together for over a year, Lexa's ability to leave her awestruck never waned. The Arkadia College fencing attire suited her perfectly tailored in a way that accentuated her athletic build, making her appear both elegant and formidable.

Clarke was reminded once again just how multifaceted Lexa was; a mathematician, a fencer, a strategic mind, and an incredibly attractive woman. The sleek lines of the white outfit seemed to make Lexa glow, highlighting her already striking features.

Clarke felt a familiar warmth spreading through her, part pride and part desire, as she realized just how fortunate she was to be in a relationship with someone as amazing as Lexa. In a sea of standard jerseys and college t-shirts, Lexa was a vision, taking Clarke's breath away just as easily as she had the very first time they met.

Finding themselves alone in the break room during a brief lull in the school day, Clarke seized the opportunity to comment on Lexa's striking outfit. Her eyes swept appreciatively over Lexa's fencing attire, finally meeting Lexa's gaze with a look that was equal parts admiration and desire.

"You know, I've seen you in various outfits, but this fencing gear is something else," Clarke murmured, her voice tinged with a sense of awe that went beyond the fabric and embroidery. Lexa caught the look and felt a flutter of warmth, fully aware of the magnetic pull she was exerting at that moment. "I aim to keep you on your toes, Clarke. Besides, this uniform has always made me feel powerful," Lexa replied, locking eyes with Clarke as if challenging her to look away.

Clarke took a step closer, her voice lowering to a whisper, "Well, mission accomplished. You look as powerful as you are captivating." The electricity in the room felt palpable, the air thick with the unspoken yet deeply felt connection between them.

Reading the unspoken invitation in Clarke's eyes, Lexa took a decisive step closer, closing the small distance that separated them in the break room. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this today," Lexa murmured softly, her voice tinged with a blend of anticipation and assurance.

Before Clarke could reply, Lexa leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke volumes. It was a kiss that melded tenderness with passion, a perfect encapsulation of the intricate dance they'd been performing all week—sometimes playful, sometimes intense, but always filled with unspoken emotion.

The world seemed to narrow down to the space they occupied, the electric charge that had built up between them finding its release. When they finally pulled apart, Lexa looked into Clarke's eyes, both women understanding that no matter the playful competition or the chaos of Spirit Week, their connection remained the most captivating game of all.

On Thursday, the halls of Arkadia High were abuzz with excitement as students and teachers alike showcased their favorite movie characters. But the highlight of the morning was when Lexa walked in, embodying the iconic Princess Leia.

She had opted for Leia's classic white dress, the high-necked, flowing garment accentuating her figure while maintaining an aura of royalty. Her hair was meticulously styled in Leia's signature twin buns on either side of her head, and around her neck hung the silver necklace Leia wore.

The ensemble was completed with knee-high white boots. Students and teachers alike stopped to admire and compliment her choice, recognizing the strong, independent character she represented—a fitting choice for someone like Lexa, who embodied those same qualities in real life.

Clarke, especially, couldn't help but beam with pride and adoration, the sight of Lexa paying homage to one of cinema's most enduring heroines touching a special chord in her heart. The choice was perfect, blending Lexa's grace with the character's iconic strength.

In stark contrast but equally impactful, Clarke showed up as Sarah Connor from the "Terminator" movies. She was dressed in tactical cargo pants, a fitted tank top, and a faux-leather jacket, her look completed with combat boots and a pair of aviator sunglasses perched atop her head.

A toy gun was tucked into a belt holster, adding an extra layer of authenticity to her portrayal. Her biceps, normally hidden under her art-teacher attire, were on full display, and she even managed to rough up her usually clean-cut appearance with a smear of charcoal for makeshift battle grime.

Students and faculty were captivated by her transformation into the relentless, resourceful character, remarking how brilliantly she pulled it off. When Lexa saw her, she was visibly impressed, her eyes scanning Clarke from top to bottom.

Transformed into Sarah Connor, Clarke stood out not just because of her impeccable costume but also because of the raw power she exuded. Her normally gentle blue eyes were steely and determined, her posture radiated strength, and there was a swagger in her step that hinted at a newfound confidence.

Lexa, usually composed and eloquent, found herself without words. The transformation was more than just aesthetic; Clarke embodied the spirit of the fearless warrior she portrayed. Lexa had always known Clarke was strong, both in spirit and character, but seeing her like this — it was as if she was witnessing a side of Clarke she had always known existed but had never seen in full force. It was awe-inspiring, leaving Lexa spellbound and a little breathless, and it took her a few seconds to remember how to speak.

Regaining her composure, Lexa stepped closer to Clarke, her gaze unwavering as she took in every detail of the Sarah Connor ensemble.

"Clarke," Lexa started, her voice low and filled with genuine admiration, "I've always known you to be strong and capable, but this outfit—it amplifies everything about you. It's not just the strength of Sarah Connor that I see, but an undeniable allure. You've managed to embody both power and an alluring charm that's hard to ignore."

Clarke raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips as she caught the hint of desire in Lexa's eyes. "You think I'm sexy, huh?" she teased.

Lexa chuckled, her eyes dancing with unmistakable affection and a hint of desire. "Think? No, Clarke, I don't 'think' you're sexy. I know you're sexy in that outfit," she asserted, letting each word sink in.

"You've captured Sarah Connor's essence so perfectly that it amplifies your own innate strength and allure. It's not just attractive; it's magnetic." Lexa allowed her gaze to drift briefly over Clarke's form once more before locking eyes with her again. "Today, you're not just the art teacher or my incredible girlfriend; you're a force to be reckoned with. And yes, that is incredibly, undeniably sexy."

Clarke's eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and pleasure, her grin stretching wider as she soaked in Lexa's words. It was a moment that encapsulated the balance of their relationship—both strong, both intense, and each finding the other irresistibly captivating.

Reading the mutual admiration in each other's eyes, the electric charge between them reached its natural crescendo. Lexa stepped closer, closing the gap that had felt too wide despite being only a few inches. The air grew thick with anticipation. "May I?" Lexa whispered, almost rhetorically, as Clarke's eyes answered before her lips could.

With that unspoken consent, Lexa gently cradled Clarke's face in her hands, her thumbs caressing her cheeks. Clarke's eyes fluttered closed as Lexa leaned in, both of them feeling as if they were the only people in the world at that moment.

When their lips finally met, it was as if a current ran through them — a tender, yet potent connection that conveyed more than words ever could. The kiss was soft, lingering, a delicate expression of love and a potent reminder of the electric chemistry that they shared. They parted slowly, both slightly breathless, and Clarke couldn't help but think that if this was the power of Spirit Week, then let every week be so spirited.

When Clarke walked through the doors of Arkadia High on Friday morning, she felt the full weight of school spirit envelop her. The hallways were awash in the school's colors, but Clarke had decided to make her own unique statement for School Colors Day.

She wore a tasteful, tailored black pencil skirt that stopped just above the knees, paired with a crimson blouse that seemed to shimmer in the morning light. To complete her outfit, she donned a pair of stylish black ankle boots and a red and black scarf that perfectly captured the day's theme.

As she carried her art supplies to her classroom, she couldn't help but notice the approving glances from both students and faculty. It was clear that she'd nailed the spirit of the day, blending her own artistic flair with Arkadia High's iconic red and black. And as she spotted Lexa down the hall, her heart leapt with excitement, not just for the day ahead but for the simple joy of sharing this spirited week with the woman she loved.

Lexa, always one for understated elegance, chose to embody the spirit of the day in a way that reflected both her professional demeanor and her personal style. She wore a well-tailored black pantsuit that fit her like a glove, accentuating her lean frame.

Underneath the blazer, she opted for a deep red silk blouse that added a splash of vibrant color, contrasting strikingly with her dark attire. To complete the look, she added a narrow red tie, giving her outfit a final touch of school pride without compromising her inherent sophistication. On her feet, she wore black leather loafers that provided both style and comfort. As she made her way through the hallways of Arkadia High, she felt not just the school spirit but also her own unique contribution to it. When her eyes met Clarke's from across the corridor, she knew instantly that they had both succeeded in not just honoring their school's tradition, but in adding a bit of themselves into the mix.

Throughout the day, it seemed as though fate conspired to keep Lexa and Clarke apart. Whether it was meetings, classroom sessions running overtime, students needing additional attention, or even a misplaced set of keys, the pair could never quite find the elusive moment to connect.

Both were keenly aware of the other's presence in the building, feeling it like a magnetic pull, yet every time they seemed poised to intersect, something would come in the way. It was almost comical, and by lunchtime, the shared, almost telepathic glances they shot each other across the courtyard were ones of amused frustration.

The day's bustling activities culminated in the much-awaited pep rally for homecoming, and it was amidst the loud cheers, music, and colorful banners that Lexa and Clarke finally found themselves side by side. Their hands brushed against each other, a shared smile passed between them, and in the midst of the roaring school spirit, they found a quiet, intimate moment, understanding that sometimes, anticipation only sweetened the eventual reunion.

In the school's bustling gymnasium, anticipation hung thick in the air as the student council prepared to announce the Spirit Week winners. When the student winner's name was called out, a burst of cheers erupted from a corner of the gym, accompanied by the jubilant cries of the victor's friends.

However, it was the announcement of the teacher winner that caught most by surprise. The name "Ms. Reyes" echoed through the gym's speakers, causing many students to exchange shocked looks. The computer science teacher, always ensconced in her tech-laden classroom and generally perceived as reserved, was the last person most had expected to win.

As Ms. Reyes rose from her seat, a modest smile on her face, applause filled the gym. Clarke and Lexa glanced at each other in mild surprise, realizing that in their playful competition and mutual admiration, they hadn't noticed Ms. Reyes's quiet participation in Spirit Week. Yet, as they clapped along with the rest, both felt genuine happiness for their colleague, reminding them that sometimes, the quietest participants make the loudest impact.

As the announcement settled in and the applause for Ms. Reyes continued to resonate through the gymnasium, Lexa and Clarke simultaneously turned towards each other, a mixture of disbelief and amusement evident in their eyes.

Clarke, always the more expressive of the two, let out a light chuckle. "Raven Reyes, huh? Should've seen that coming," she remarked with a playful grin.

Lexa shook her head, her lips curving into a smirk. "Of all the people to be outdone by… Raven," she responded, her tone light and teasing.

They both knew Raven was a formidable force in her own right, always surprising everyone with her hidden talents and unwavering spirit. Their eyes locked in mutual mirth, and they both burst into soft laughter.

Neither had anticipated being bested by the computer science teacher, but the revelation only added to the fond memories of Spirit Week.

As the week's events concluded and the halls began to empty, the competition that had once seemed all-consuming was now just a fond memory. Clarke leaned against a locker, her gaze finding Lexa's across the corridor. "I've got to admit," Clarke began with a chuckle, "this was one of the most memorable Spirit Weeks I've ever experienced."

Lexa grinned, walking closer, "Agreed. And as much as I loved our little rivalry," she playfully nudged Clarke, "it's the shared moments and memories that matter the most."

Clarke nodded, "It's not about winning, but about the journey and the fun we had along the way."

The two exchanged a knowing smile, understanding that the true reward wasn't a title or prize, but the strengthened bond they'd forged amidst the playful challenges.

With the week behind them, they looked forward to many more shared experiences, knowing that every moment, competition or not, was an opportunity to grow closer together.

[macolethings]

Witch’s Chimney

Lexa is living a quiet life in the woods away from her past. Clarke and Madi are seeking a new life on the other side of the mountains. Truths will be revealed, lessons learned, and hearts captured, as the Darkness haunting Lexa returns.

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[bottom-lexa]

The dawn of our history

Clexa || werewolf au

Clextober 2023 - day 6

Lexa Woods, 27 years old and unlucky in love, living an average but otherwise happy life. Given her track record with relationships, Lexa is ready to give up on finding her true love and move onto the next part of her life, becoming a mother. The only thing stopping her, though, is the excessive pricetag that comes with pursuing artificial insemination. So her only hope is to find someone she can...coerce into helping her out. Clarke Griffin, the heir to the Griffin Clan and one of the chosen few in the running to lead their kind to an era of triumph and peace. The one thing that would guarantee her the throne is an offspring with a human, something that hasn't happened in over a century. Meeting each other seems too good to be true, Clarke being exactly Lexa's type with the ability to sire a child, and Lexa being everything and more Clarke could ask for in a mate. But neither of them have shared their true motives with one another.

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[anansianansi]

Just in time for Clexmas23, here we are:

Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

“And what can I get for you, Miss?” The barista’s polite query only made Lexa’s brows knit together tighter, deepening her confused frown. She said nothing, shifting from foot to foot, as the drinks menu flashed before her like manic roulette. The line, and the day, were lengthening, there was a Christmas market to be perused, surreptitious stocking stuffers to be smuggled into pockets, and instead, here she was in this stuffy shop, surrounded by this saccharine hellscape of cinnamon, cider and caffeine.

Until an arm slipped into hers and a pair of lips grazed her cheek lightly. And just like that, Lexa came unstuck, only to find herself looking into a pair of slightly amused, sparkling blue eyes.

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[hadtochangemyurlquick]

it's really late but here's the fic recs for clextober!!!

Day 1: Spirit Week! 

who are you wearing? by geralehane (@geralehane)

is your classic halloween soulmate au that, thanks to the quality of the writing, hits extremely hard everytime. for a simple concept i have layed awake at night thinking about it.

Day 2: Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice 

A Bit of Clarity by Aphrodites Law (@aphrodites-law)

is a sweet fall themed supernatural au that I'm sure we all know and love but is always worth giving a shout out. everyone begins to get visions of their past lives and it's a coffee shop au. If you like soulmates, read this asap.

Day 3: Annual Fall Festival 

the river's deep (but I swam it) by isawet (@sunspill)

i love isawet's one shots and this collection of halloween prompt fills written in 2017 is some of my favorite that they've done. highly recommend to anyone who wants to stay in the halloween spirit. mostly modern aus and all absolutely perfectly bite sized while still remaining filling.

Day 4: Magical Nights 

oh where do we begin? (the rubble or our sins) by the_crownless_queen

this is one of those lost in the clexa tag one shots that i always think gets overlooked. i always wished they would continue it, but even as a one shot it is so fantastic to think about and adore, and absolutely worth the read.

Day 5: The Other Side 

breathe into my lips the life i do not have by ur_the_puppy (@ur-the-puppy)

ur_the_puppy's ability to put 40k words into one chapter and still have it be not only coherent but heart wrenching and gorgeous is unparalleled. this one follows clarke in a haunted house, falling in love with her roommate. would highly recommend if you need to cry and also feel joy but in the way zadie smith defines it.

Day 6: Vampires vs. Werewolves 

bleeding love by geralehane (@geralehane)

you know, i try to avoid reccing the same author twice in a rec list, but i could not decide between these two, and i gave up. especially since i'm supposed to be doing a reading rn lol. i can't telly ou how many times ive read this goddamn story and lost my fucking mind. it wouldn't be possible, honestly. young vampire clarke and elder vampire lexa fall in love. trust me.

Day 7: Free Day

Shifters by DreamsAreMyWords (@dreamsaremywords)

damw is fairly (and rightfully) well known in the fandom for specifically their ability with craft in the fantastical genre. I like to pick less well known fics for my free day and i have to say, this one is entirely overlooked. i love a zombie apocalypse and this is a total twist on the genre. the line "birth is always violent" has stayed with me not as just a powerful line but as a mantra to remind myself that becoming will hurt but is worth it. would highly recommend you move it up your marked for later lists.

[dontcha-wanheda]

Ho-Ho-Home for the Holidays After divorcing her ex, Clarke and her twins, Madi and Aden, move back to her hometown in order to be closer to her mother. Arkadia seems like the best choice for Clarke and the twins to have a fresh start. Once the three are settled into their new house, Clarke and Abby take the twins to the Woods Family tree farm to pick out their very first Christmas tree in their new home together.

Madi and Aden want to take Abby to pick the perfect tree for their mother so they lead her one way and Clarke wonders the other direction. Abby runs into and a coworker and distracts her for one second too long and the determined twins continue the search without letting Abby know.

After loading up a tree for Leona, the sweet old lady that owns the local grocery store, Lexa finds two giggling children wondering through the trees. She walks up to the children and crouches in her green apron to greet the two adorable kids. She asks if they are lost and if she can help them. The boy she later learns is Aden, launches into the story about how they are trying to find the perfect tree for their mom to make her excited like she used to be for Christmas. He also lets Lexa know they lost their gran while on the hunt. Turning towards Madi, she notices that she is shy and looking a bit scared. She lets the precious blue-eyed children know that they are in luck, she owns the tree farm and that she can definitely help them find their gran and their mother. On their way to the front, Lexa thinks about how much the two children remind her of her old crush and takes a liking to the adorable twins immediately. The three make their way to the front stand hand-in-hand and Lexa makes the announcement stating that Madi and Aden are looking for their mother and the twins are at the front of the farm. Little does Lexa know, her childhood crush is on the way to the front and is the mother to these sweet children. Clarke rushes to the front of farm in a panic and is stunned silent when she sees the green-eyed beauty in front of her. Clarke wonders after all this time she didn’t think Lexa would have stayed in this small town. Walking up to Lexa and her children, Clarke smiles and lets Lexa know that Aden and Madi are her kids. Aden immediately asks his mother if Lexa can help them find the perfect tree. He tells his mom that she owns the place and that she is the best person to find their tree. Clarke snickers at her child’s antics and asks Lexa if she would be willing to help them find a tree. Agreeing quickly, they set off down a new path with shorter and fuller trees than the previous massive trees. While walking Lexa notices Clarke is not wearing a ring of any kind and this intrigues her. Madi and Aden are reminded to not go too far. Clarke and Lexa walk side-by-side catching up. Finding out that Clarke and the kids just moved back to Arkadia excites Lexa. She always had a huge crush on her friend and thought they would spark a relationship but unfortunately Clarke moved away freshman year of high school. After walking for a little while, Lexa works up the courage and asks if the twin’s other parent is excited about their first Christmas in Arkadia. Clarke pauses and responds with a soft no. She lets Lexa know that she and her husband divorced and he is not in the picture anymore and that it’s just the three of them now. Lexa leads the three to a tree she thinks will be ideal for them. The twin LOVE it and ask if they can get this one. Lexa pulls out her axe from behind her back and lets Clarke know that she will chop it down, bundle it and meet them at the front with the tree. Clarke about forgets how to speak when she sees Lexa holding the axe ready to chop a tree down. She thanks Lexa and heads back to the front with the twins. After waiting a short amount of time, Lexa hauls their tree to their car and gets everything strapped and secured for them. While Lexa is loading up the tree, Clarke is thinking to herself that she would love to see Lexa again. So she takes a change and invites Lexa over for dinner. Lexa dusts her hands off on her apron and smiles her full beautiful smile and excepts. Lexa is more than happy to be around Clarke again. This will be a Merry Christmas indeed.

[clexmas24]

Clexmas is coming!

Hey everyone! Clexmas is right around the corner and will begin on the 17th of December this year, hope you’re ready! 

Clexmas is all about having all things Clexa that jingle with the holiday spirit. Reblog or send this post out to anyone you think will enjoy it! As a reminder here is how you can participate below. And our theme list for this year. 

How To Participate: Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that jingles Clexa with a Christmas/Holiday theme - let’s see it!

7 Days of Clexa: This will be 7 days of Holiday/Christmas themed posts. Reblog Share Repeat!

Send out ideas/prompts to your favorite writers and artists! Don’t forget to tag!  #Clexmas23  #7DaysofClexa

Dec. 17 - Day 1: Basically a Hallmark Movie Dec. 18 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice Dec. 19 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe Dec. 20 - Day 4: Snowed In Dec. 21 - Day 5: Winter Wonderland Dec. 22 - Day 6: Spiked Eggnog Dec. 23 - Day 7:  Free Day

[lexa-griffins]

Pumpkin Spice Craving

Day 2 of Clextober 21 - Pumpkin Spice

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It’s late at night. Or early in the morning if Lexa felt like pretending she’s awake early instead of late. It’s dreadfully cold outside, autumn settling in harsher this year, windy grey mornings with rainy and freezing afternoons that extend through the night, the work around their tiny farm rushed in the early hours of the day so they can enjoy a cozy afternoon inside by the fire. Lexa enjoys it, a step up from the scalding hot summer that had just passed, and that left her uncomfortable and sweaty every second of the day.

Although, the baby might be more to blame than the actual weather.

Just shy of thirty-four weeks, Lexa finds comfort to be something scarce and short-lived. She misses the sight of her painted toes, the ability to walk more than five steps without needing to catch her breath. Although the cravings are the ones Lexa finds herself hating the most; never has she ever craved food so bad she feels like crying if she does not taste it.

They are manageable for the most part, weirder than they are inconvenient, and even if Clarke will scrunch her nose at Lexa’s request for pancakes drenched in syrup and pickles, she’s always nothing but ready to prepare whatever her pregnant wife asks for without so much as a complaint.

A particularly violent gust of wind hits the window of their bedroom, whistling between the tree tops and making the old glass shake. Clarke moves in her slumber beside her, eyebrows frowning at the sound before she finally settles closer to Lexa, hand gently finding its way on to her bump. Lexa stares at her lovingly, and debates whether she should even try and awaken her peacefully sleeping wife for a simple craving.

She could make it herself; they should have everything she needs in the pantry. It would take time no doubt, the narrow stairs that lead into the hall being a challenge in itself, but it is doable before the alarm clock rings. Or so she hopes.

Happy Clextober!

[thecrimsonknight]

Clexmas 2021: Day 3 -Last Christmas I gave you my Heart

[talktomeinclexa]

Monsters Among Us

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic violence, Blood and Injuries, Death

Status: WIP (5/10)

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

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Chapter 5: The Beat

Lexa jerked awake as the roosters cried the following morning. She found herself sitting in bed, with her heart hammering against her ribs as the images of her nightmare replayed in her mind. Trina’s parents’ distress and screams until their throats sounded like gravel. Trina’s body, half-eaten and barely recognizable. The blood, long dry yet crimson and flowing in her dream…

She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands to chase away the disturbing images before lying back down. She didn’t think she would be able to sleep again, but as the inn came to life and people readied themselves for the beat, she slipped back into Morpheus’s arms for a few more hours.

The next time she woke, the sun was high in the sky. Her stomach growled angrily, and she hurried to dress before making her way downstairs.

The few people there that day were halfway through their lunch already. Lexa found an empty table at the back of the room—it had unofficially become her table since it was the one she most often chose. Most people knew to leave it empty—and waved at Harper to call her.

“Good day, Lexa,” Harper said with warmth. “Your usual?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’m afraid we’re out of bread. Jasper went to buy some, but with all the extra mouths to feed this morning, we might be out until tonight.”

“That’s fine; don’t worry.”

“Here you are,” Harper said a few minutes later when she returned with Lexa’s usual soup and sausage.

“And this one is on the house,” Monty had added as he placed a generously poured ale in front of Lexa. “Consider it a thank you for last night.”

The weals on his face and bruising under his eye had turned purple during the night, and Lexa offered him a sympathetic smile before shaking her head. “You don’t have to do that. I was happy to help. Those idiots deserved to be taught some manners.”

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[reallygroovyninja]

Inside a coffee shop, amidst the scent of roasted beans and the distant murmur of conversations, Clarke found herself deep in thought. Octavia, always keenly observant, noticed her friend's distraction and nudged her playfully.

"Earth to Clarke," she teased, sipping her iced coffee. "What's got you so lost in thought?"

Clarke looked up, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. "I'm thinking of planning something special for Lexa. A date night, away from the city."

Octavia's interest was immediately piqued. "That sounds romantic. What do you have in mind?"

"Stargazing," Clarke revealed, her blue eyes shimmering with excitement. "We're always so caught up in our routines; I just want a night where it's just the two of us and the vast universe."

Octavia leaned forward, her expression enthusiastic. "That sounds incredible. But where will you go? City lights make it nearly impossible to see anything."

"I was thinking of driving up to that hill on the outskirts," Clarke mused. "It's remote, quiet, and I've heard the view is spectacular."

A thoughtful look crossed Octavia's face. "That's a great choice. And if you want to make it extra special, you could prepare a little picnic. Make it an entire evening."

Clarke's face lit up at the suggestion. "That's a fantastic idea, O. Lexa's always had a fascination with the cosmos. It would mean so much to her."

Octavia watched Clarke carefully, sensing there was something her friend wasn't sharing. "You seem really invested in this, Clarke. Anything else on your mind?"

Clarke hesitated for a fraction of a second, her heart racing. "Just… I want it to be perfect," she replied, evading the real depth of her intentions.

Octavia smiled softly, respecting Clarke's choice to keep some secrets close to her chest. "Well, with the effort you're putting in, I'm sure it will be a night neither of you will ever forget."

Clarke returned the smile, grateful for Octavia's support. "Thanks, O. Here's hoping the stars align for us that night."

And as they continued to chat about the finer details of the plan, Clarke's heart swelled with anticipation and hope, knowing that the evening would hold more than just the promise of stars.

The familiar hum of their apartment welcomed Clarke as she stepped through the door, shrugging off her coat. The soft, golden glow of the setting sun streamed through the window blinds, painting patterns on the hardwood floor. Lexa, engrossed in a book on the couch, looked up as Clarke entered.

"Hey," Lexa greeted, her lips curling into a warm smile.

Clarke felt her heart flutter, as it always did when faced with that smile. "Hey," she echoed, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

Walking over to where Lexa sat, Clarke settled next to her, their fingers instinctively entwining. "I was thinking," Clarke began, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, "how do you feel about going out with me on Saturday night?"

Lexa raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her green eyes. "Are you asking me out on a date, Clarke Griffin?"

Clarke chuckled, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "Maybe. Is that okay?"

Lexa pretended to consider the offer for a moment, her expression playfully stern. "Hmm, a date with the most beautiful woman I know? It's a tough decision."

Clarke playfully nudged her, laughing. "Stop teasing."

Lexa grinned, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Clarke's lips. "Of course, I'd love to. Where are you taking me?"

Clarke smirked. "It's a surprise. But I promise you'll love it."

Lexa looked into Clarke's eyes, seeing the genuine excitement and love reflected there. "With you, I have no doubt."

The two women smiled at each other, both appreciating the depth of their bond. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, their world was illuminated by the promise of another beautiful memory together.

The hum of the engine filled the air as Clarke drove, the city lights fading into the distance behind them. The road stretched ahead, leading them towards the hill on the outskirts of the city. The dashboard illuminated their faces, casting a soft glow against the encroaching darkness.

Lexa, trying her best to play along with the surprise, looked out of the window, her eyes scanning the landscape. As the minutes ticked by, her curiosity bubbled up, and she finally turned to Clarke with an inquisitive grin.

"Alright, Griffin," Lexa began playfully, "I've been patient, but where are you taking me?"

Clarke chuckled, stealing a quick glance at Lexa. "A little more patience, Lex. We're almost there."

Lexa smirked, "An architect needs to know her surroundings. You're taking me into uncharted territory here."

"That's the point," Clarke replied, her voice soft and teasing. "Sometimes, it's good to step out of the blueprints and into the unknown."

Lexa laughed, shaking her head. "Always so poetic, aren't you?"

Before Clarke could respond, they reached the summit of the hill. Parking the car, Clarke motioned for Lexa to follow her. As they stepped out, the vast expanse of the starry sky revealed itself, unhindered by city lights.

Lexa's eyes widened in awe. "Clarke… this is breathtaking."

Clarke wrapped her arm around Lexa's waist, pulling her close. "I thought you'd like it. Just the two of us, under the stars."

Lexa leaned into Clarke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's perfect. Thank you."

Clarke smiled, pressing a gentle kiss on Lexa's forehead. "Anything for you."

The night sky twinkled brilliantly above, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of stars. The soft chirping of crickets added to the ambiance of the secluded hilltop.

After taking a moment to admire the view, Clarke moved towards the trunk of the car, retrieving a rolled-up picnic blanket and a wicker basket. Lexa watched with growing interest, her green eyes reflecting the luminescence of the Milky Way.

With practiced ease, Clarke spread the blanket on the soft grass, ensuring it was laid out smoothly. She then opened the basket, revealing a bottle of rich red wine, accompanied by an assortment of cheeses and crackers, their aromas blending delightfully in the cool night air.

"Come," Clarke beckoned with a soft smile, patting the spot next to her on the blanket.

Lexa, still caught up in the enchanting setup, approached with a smile of her own. "You've thought of everything," she remarked, lowering herself gracefully onto the blanket.

Clarke chuckled, pouring the wine into two glasses. "Well, I had to make sure our celestial date night was up to standard."

Lexa took the offered glass, her fingers brushing against Clarke's for a moment. "You've exceeded all standards," she whispered, taking a sip of the wine and savoring its deep flavors.

Clarke joined Lexa on the blanket, their shoulders touching. The two women sat in companionable silence for a moment, simply enjoying the serenity of the night and the warmth of each other's presence.

"To us," Clarke toasted, raising her glass.

Lexa clinked her glass against Clarke's. "To us and nights like these."

The night was still, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of the breeze, the crickets and their soft conversations. The blanket beneath them felt like their own private island, a space reserved just for them amidst the vastness of the universe.

Clarke reached into the basket, extracting a piece of cheese and placing it delicately on a cracker. She handed it to Lexa with a playful grin. "Try this," she urged, her eyes shining with mischief.

Lexa raised an eyebrow, taking the offered morsel and biting into it. The flavors melded perfectly, the sharpness of the cheese complementing the crispness of the cracker. "Delicious," she murmured, her gaze meeting Clarke's. "You always know how to pick the best."

Clarke laughed, pouring more wine into their glasses. The deep red liquid shimmered under the celestial light, looking almost as enchanting as the sky above. "Well, I do have excellent taste," she teased, gesturing between the wine, the food, and Lexa herself.

Lexa chuckled, taking a sip from her glass. The wine warmed her from the inside, its rich notes enhancing the serenity of the moment. "Can't argue with that."

They sat there, the city skyline in the distance serving as a subtle reminder of the world they left behind for this brief escape. The towering buildings glowed with a soft luminescence, their lights mimicking the stars overhead.

"Look there," Clarke pointed upwards, her finger tracing the outline of a constellation. "Orion. Always been one of my favorites."

Lexa leaned in closer, following Clarke's direction. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "Everything feels so small when you look up at the vastness of the sky."

Clarke nodded in agreement, resting her head on Lexa's shoulder. "It's moments like these that put everything into perspective. The universe is immense, yet here we are, finding our own little piece of eternity."

After Clarke pointed out Orion, Lexa's gaze lingered on the constellation for a moment longer before drifting across the vast expanse of the night sky.

"You know," Lexa began thoughtfully, her finger pointing towards a bright, solitary star, "that's Polaris, the North Star. It's always fascinated me."

Clarke followed Lexa's gaze, a smile forming on her lips. "Guiding sailors and travelers for centuries. It's constant, unwavering."

Lexa nodded. "Exactly. In the ever-changing sky, amidst the swirling galaxies, it remains a steadfast point. A reminder that even in the vastness of the universe, there are things we can always rely on."

She then shifted her focus, her hand moving to trace an imaginary line between a set of stars. "And there's Cassiopeia, the queen. It's said she boasted about her unmatched beauty, leading to her placement in the stars as a reminder of her vanity."

Clarke chuckled softly, "Always a story behind the stars. They're like timeless tales written in the cosmos."

Lexa smiled, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "They are. And over here," she continued, pointing to a group of bright stars clustered together, "is the Pleiades, or the Seven Sisters. They've been mentioned in myths and legends across various cultures. It's fascinating how certain star formations capture the imaginations of people worldwide."

Clarke leaned in closer to Lexa, their shoulders touching. "I love how passionate you get about these constellations. It's like you have a personal bond with each one."

Lexa looked down, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. "The stars have always been a source of comfort for me. They're distant, yet always present, reminding us of the grandeur and beauty of existence."

Clarke nodded, squeezing Lexa's hand gently. "And now, we have our own starry memories to add to these ancient tales."

Clarke took a slow sip of her wine, the cool liquid a contrast to the warmth of Lexa's proximity. "See that cluster over there?" Lexa asked, pointing towards a dense group of stars. "That's the Ursa Major, or the Big Dipper. When I was a kid, I used to imagine it as a giant celestial soup ladle."

Clarke chuckled, her eyes following Lexa's direction. "It's funny how we create stories and meanings for these distant suns. Over there," she pointed to a bright blue star, "is Vega. One of the brightest stars in our night sky. It's part of the Lyra constellation."

Clarke leaned closer, her interest piqued. "And those two bright ones close to each other?"

Lexa smiled, recognizing the stars instantly. "Ah, that's Castor and Pollux. The twins from the Gemini constellation. They're inseparable, always side by side, just like…" she trailed off, glancing playfully at Clarke.

"…Us?" Clarke completed the sentence, her eyes shining with mischief and affection.

Lexa nodded, taking another sip of her wine. "Exactly."

Clarke, feeling a magnetic pull she could no longer resist, gently cupped Lexa's face, her thumb brushing over a soft cheek.

Their eyes locked, green meeting blue in a silent conversation. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them, their breaths mingling, the space between them decreasing with each passing second.

With a tenderness that conveyed more than words ever could, Clarke leaned in, capturing Lexa's lips in a gentle kiss. It was soft, hesitant at first, a delicate exploration. But as the seconds passed, it deepened, becoming more assured, more passionate.

Lexa responded in kind, her hands finding Clarke's waist, pulling her closer, their bodies melding together seamlessly. The kiss spoke of shared memories, of nights under the stars, of whispered secrets, and of a love that had been growing stronger with each passing day.

The intensity of their kiss was palpable, an electric current that threatened to consume them both. As the world around them became a blur of emotions and sensations, Clarke, sensing the urgency rising, reluctantly pulled away.

She broke the kiss slowly, leaving her forehead resting against Lexa's for a brief moment. Their ragged breaths filled the space between them. Clarke, not wanting to completely sever the connection, glanced upwards, using the vastness of the night sky as an anchor.

"The stars are truly beautiful tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of regret and wonder.

Lexa, still dazed from their shared moment, followed Clarke's gaze, her eyes taking in the celestial display. "They are," she agreed softly, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "But not as breathtaking as you."

Clarke blushed at the compliment, her heart still racing. She took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill her lungs, grateful for the brief distraction. "We should focus on them for a while," she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.

She could feel the warmth of Lexa's body next to her, the lingering touch of their shared kiss still fresh on her lips. But she knew they needed to slow down and to savor the moment.

Lexa nodded, respecting Clarke's wishes. "The stars have been here for eons, and they'll still be here. But this moment, with you, is fleeting and precious."

Bathed in the gentle glow of the cosmos, Clarke and Lexa sat side by side, their fingers intertwined, the silent rhythm of their heartbeats acting as an underlying cadence to the night. The vast expanse of stars above them seemed to mirror the infinite depth of their feelings for each other.

Each twinkle and glimmer in the sky held untold stories, ancient tales of love, loss, and everything in between. Clarke felt the weight of history upon her, the countless souls who had looked up at the same stars and been inspired, comforted, or left in awe. The universe had a way of putting things into perspective, making her realize the brevity of moments and the importance of seizing them.

With every passing second, a growing anticipation bubbled within Clarke. The night, as beautiful as it was, wasn't just about stargazing. She had a purpose, an intention she had been carrying with her, hidden away like a precious gem. Lexa, ever perceptive, could sense the slight shift in Clarke's demeanor but chose to remain silent, allowing Clarke to steer their journey.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke tightened her grip on Lexa's hand, feeling the reassuring warmth and strength emanating from her. The stars, in all their glory, were a mere prelude to what she had in store. She turned slightly, her eyes meeting Lexa's, searching for an anchor, a sign.

In that infinite canvas of stars and the shared silence between them, Clarke knew it was time. The universe had set the stage, and all she had to do was play her part.

Clarke's heart raced, the beats echoing the pace of a moment she'd been rehearsing countless times in her mind.

Turning to face Lexa, Clarke took a moment to truly look at her — the soft glow of starlight reflecting in her green eyes, the gentle curve of her lips, the way her hair framed her face. This was the woman with whom she wanted to spend eternity.

"Lexa," Clarke began, her voice quivering just a touch, betraying the mix of excitement and nervousness she felt. "From the moment we met, my world shifted. You brought color to my life in ways I could have never imagined. Every day with you feels like a blessing, a new chapter in a book I never want to end."

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching as realization began to dawn on her about where this conversation was headed.

Clarke continued, her gaze never leaving Lexa's. "We've faced challenges, laughed until our bellies hurt, and found solace in each other's arms. With you, every moment feels right, like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together."

Tears formed in Lexa's eyes, the weight of the moment settling in her heart. She squeezed Clarke's hand in silent encouragement.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke reached into her pocket, producing a small, velvet box. "Lexa," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion, "I want to spend the rest of my life waking up next to you, facing every challenge with you, and cherishing every joy with you. Will you marry me?"

Time seemed to stand still, the universe holding its breath, waiting for Lexa's response, while the stars above shone just a little brighter.

For a heartbeat, everything stood still. Lexa, visibly overwhelmed, gazed deeply into Clarke's hopeful eyes, the weight and beauty of the moment evident in her teary gaze.

With a shaky breath, Lexa whispered, "Clarke, you are my compass, my anchor in every storm, my beacon of light in the darkest of nights. The love and understanding we've shared… it's beyond anything I've ever known or even dared to dream of."

A tear slid down Lexa's cheek, shimmering like a fallen star. She continued, her voice growing firmer, "Yes, Clarke. A thousand times yes. I want to spend every moment, every challenge, and every joy alongside you."

A wave of relief and elation washed over Clarke. With trembling fingers, she opened the velvet box, revealing a delicate ring that caught the light, glinting like the stars above. Taking Lexa's left hand, Clarke gently slid the ring onto her finger, its fit perfect, as if it had always belonged there.

They both admired the ring for a moment, its symbolism far greater than the mere metal and stone it was made of. It was a promise, a vow, an eternal bond.

As Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke, pulling her into a tight embrace, the stars above seemed to dance in joy, their shimmering light reflecting the profound love and commitment of the two souls beneath.

Without warning, the first streak of white shot across the canvas above, its trajectory swift and purposeful. Clarke and Lexa, still wrapped up in their cocoon of love, looked up in awe as the night transformed from its tranquil state into a celestial ballet.

One by one, meteors blazed across the sky, leaving behind luminous trails that faded as quickly as they appeared. It felt as though the heavens were celebrating, showering the Earth with fragments of distant worlds, each meteorite a testament to the boundless wonders of the universe.

Clarke squeezed Lexa's hand, the shared experience only deepening their connection. "It's like the universe is celebrating with us," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

Lexa nodded, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing display above. "Every shooting star, a wish. Every trail, a journey. We are so small in this vast universe, yet moments like these make everything feel significant."

The meteor shower continued, painting the sky with fleeting strokes of brilliance. The night, already laden with emotion and promise, was crowned with a spectacle that neither Clarke nor Lexa would ever forget.

There, on that hill, beneath the radiant ballet of the cosmos, two souls sat side by side, understanding that while their moment was transient, their love was as eternal as the stars above.

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

Clexmas21 - Day 4 “Oh no, we’re snowed in.”

@clexmas21

Lexa made a promise to her brother Aden, to be home for Christmas. However, it seems that the weather didn't agree with that promise and it's making it very difficult for Lexa to fulfill her promise. But Lexa Woods is no quitter and she'll do anything to get home, even if she has to go against a snowstorm herself and on the road she might find some unexpected surprises that might change this Christmas forever.

Read -> archiveofourown.org/works/35837092