#Bottom-lexa

[butmakeitgayblog]

I hope you know I would die for Sal.

He would never want that.

If you're ded, how could you give pats? How could you enjoy the wonder of his company? No. That's no good 😔

Only live and give pats. Also bring treats. Just don't tell mom 👀

[lexa-griffins]

Hey so the tags on that post about Lexa’s book of pressed flowers? First off: how dare you and secondly: who said you could make me cry?

🤭😇🤭😇🤭😇🤭😇

There is something about how Lexa always wanted to recall those small memories via flowers. It was never a secret how much Lexa adores flowers and they defined a lot of her life and her memories.

And for Clarke is like a photo album looking at them. She is heart broken of course, she just lost her wife. But they are old, and she knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later but it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. And looking at those flowers, recognizing Lexa's handwriting below each flower, the dates, the simple quick descriptions about what each flower means in the moment she receive them.

They wanted a good life. A happy one, filled with love and children. A life lived in this little farm where they planned they future when they were smaller children. A quiet existence when the world expected greatness from them and they did not want to chase glory.

They had it. Not without its ups and downs, but they did it. And Lexa's book, one filled with small gestures of others' love and appreciation towards her, almost like a gratitude journal, tells Clarke she made Lexa happy. They lived, they loved and they were loved.

Clarke knows she won't last long on this earth without her soulmate. She doesn't think her heart can handle long now that Lexa is gone. But she'll live her last days looking around this farm of theirs, caressing the face of their children, theirs too now wrinkled like her own, kissing the cheeks of their grandchildren, all of them adults now with a childlike smile when they see her. She'll tell stories about Lexa and their love and their children growing up to their small great grandchildren who will only have vague memories of them by the time they can fully recall their younger years. She'll keep the book by her bedside, tracing her frail fingers over the flowers and recalling it all until one day she can't do so anymore.

And then, one day, Clarke won't wake up again. But her eyes will open somewhere, and she'll see Lexa again, the same beautiful woman she married, the one she envisioned when tracing the flower petals, the baby that never made it in her arms as they wait to welcome her. Lexa will kiss her and whisper how she did not expect her love here so soon. Clarke will cry and tell her she couldn't stay away from her. One year was already more time apart than they spent in nearly 70 years together. Around them, all the dried flowers in Lexa's book, brown with time, will be in full bloom, each telling a small piece of their story together.

[heda-in-the-clouds]

8% is being way to kind. I’d say a solid 30% at least is more deserving of the pain that will be inflicted.

Wait a minute. Why is the angst and pain tax rising for me? You haven't even seen anything yet. I merely suggested an idea to @butmakeitgayblog that fit the narrative for AWTR Lexa. I prefer the 8% from @karmensandiegowashere

[leaningluthor]

I saw you tags on the TTPD variants post and sameeee. I was so excited I got the first one and I usually like just getting the og/main variant. But oh the black dog looks so cool. I caved in and preordered it too 😔

it’s just so cool!! i might do the same and cancel my original order idk

[legendarygladiatorbeliever]

🌈❤️Lexa Stahl❤️🌈

[owl127]

I would love to see alpha Lexa a bit self conscious about being on her hands and knees for Clarke. Also she could be embarrassed about asking Clarke if she can wrap her legs around Clarke's waist if they're in missionary. Basically Lexa learning how to bottom for Clarke 👀

That really inspired me, anon. Thanks!

Read on Ao3.

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0000

Lexa’s thighs trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, her left knee popping as it hit the soft carpet of Clarke’s room.

A cool thumb touched the side of her lips and she opened them, but Clarke didn’t push it in, holding her chin instead.

“You don’t have to do this,” Clarke said in the darkness of her room, the soft early night rain splashing against the closed window.

Lexa shook her head. “But I want to.”

A thin ring of blue was the only light in Clarke’s dark eyes. “You don’t have to do this only because I do it for you.”

Lexa felt the skin between her eyes tighten at her frown. “I don’t do things only because you do them too.”

Clarke smiled, cupping Lexa’s cheek in surrender. She spread her legs on the bed, leaning backwards. Her erection bobbed between them, thick and angry red. “I’m not challenging you. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Lexa swallowed her pride, closing her eyes. Clarke’s hands were always so warm, with a soft, caring touch to her face. But Lexa was scared. She didn’t want to disappoint, and Clarke was so good at oral, and now she was afraid she would pale in comparison.

“Can—” Lexa cleared her throat, steeling herself and opening her eyes to find desire in Clarke’s face. “Can you tell me what to do?”

“Oh, darling.” Clarke sat up straighter on the bed, her knees engulfing Lexa’s shoulders. “I’ll do anything you want.”

0000

The hand on Lexa’s waist burned as it tightened its grip. Lexa breathed slowly, her entire body shaking as she buried her face in Clarke’s pillow.

She wanted this; she had asked Clarke for this, and she thought she was ready. But as Clarke finally slipped in with a broken whimper, Lexa was nothing but overwhelmed. Everything tightened like it had never been before. Her blunt nails hurt against the sheets, her skin itched, and the air was suddenly thin.

“Stop, stop,” Lexa mumbled under her breath, wiggling against the heated body behind her. She didn’t wait for Clarke, turning and ignoring the searching hands as she escaped to her en suite bathroom. The door locked with a low click. Her legs trembled as she sat on the closed toilet lid, and muscles she didn’t know she had were complaining and begging to be sore. Hard and leaking, her erection mocked her.

“Lexa?” Clarke asked with a shake of her voice. The following knocks on the door were fast, almost desperate. “Talk to me. Are you okay?” The doorknob rattled once.

Shame rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she bit down on a sob.

“Do you want me to go?” 

Lexa hated how small Clarke sounded. Either way, she didn’t reply.

It was close to an hour later when she opened the door, hoping to find her empty bedroom. Instead, sitting on the floor with her back against the bedside, Clarke looked up at her with red, puffy eyes. It made Lexa feel better and worse.

Clarke stood up and took a step closer, but stopped, pulling her arms back. The hesitation hurt, and then it hurt more because Lexa knew it was her fault.

“Can we just cuddle?” Lexa asked, avoiding pleading blue eyes.

Clarke nodded so fast her curls bounced, and Lexa hid under her girlfriend’s chin.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa whispered to a little freckle on Clarke’s neck. “I thought I was ready, but…”

“Did I hurt you?” 

Lexa looked up to see tears on Clarke’s cheek. It downed on her what Clarke must be thinking, and she felt like crying, but it came out as an irritated snarl, and Clarke flinched.

“No, babe, no, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I was overwhelmed.”

“I thought I had hurt you.”

“Fuck, Clarke, I’m sorry.” She melted into Clarke’s trembling arms. “I’m embarrassed.”

“We don’t have to do it if—”

“I’m embarrassed that I can’t take it the way you can.”

Clarke hugged her tighter, her warm hands rooming over Lexa’s back. Her touch was soothing, and Lexa took a deep breath, finally relaxing.

“We can start slow, babe,” Clarke said and kissed Lexa’s cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”

Lexa guided them to the bed and turned to let Clarke be the big spoon. She gasped when Clarke pulled her close.

“Clarke? Are you still hard?”

Clarke cleared her throat. “I kind of panicked when I thought I had hurt you, but I guess that half a second inside you will get me going for a while,” Clarke confessed from the protection of Lexa’s nape.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Lexa felt Clarke swallowing. “You’re sensitive. Let me use my mouth on you.”

The moan Clarke breathed on her skin was enough of a reply.

0000

It started as an argument.

Between the two alphas, arguments sometimes escalated to yelling, and then snarling, and finally, a hot, apologetic and anger-infused make out.

But Lexa wouldn’t let this one go easily, even if Clarke’s tongue worked marvels inside her mouth.

They had been to another of Anya’s obnoxious parties, chilling on the front porch with Clarke’s friends. A girl that later Lexa discovered was in the class Clarke TA’d, approached them with a smile Lexa immediately disliked.

The girl was insistent, Lexa had to give her that.

She flirted with Clarke in front of her, and while Clarke politely declined any suggested offers, Lexa intervened when the girl touched Clarke’s thigh without consent.

“Whoa, why do you even care?” the girl had asked with cheap alcohol in her breath, a sly smile as she looked Lexa up and down. “You’re an alpha.”

“I’m her girlfriend,” Lexa spit between gritted teeth, anger warming up her belly. Or those two shots of tequila, either or.

The girl stared Lexa down and laughed, high and sickly sweet. “But you’re an alpha. You can’t give her what I can.”

Before Lexa could react, Clarke, always the ambassador, stepped between them and said something that made the girl walk away with a mumbled “whatever.”

The fight unfolded after that, leading to the arguing in the car, the yelling outside Clarke’s apartment, and now the sweaty hand inside Lexa’s underwear.

Their clothes fell in batches, pools of polyester and cotton leaving a trail to Clarke’s bed. Clarke breathed hard as her back hit the mattress, her legs spreading to cradle Lexa between them. But Lexa shook her head, one hand firm on Clarke’s chest.

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

Clarke’s frustrated whine would be comic if it wasn’t for the desperate glint in her eyes. “Babe, I told you that I had never talked to that girl—” Lexa’s hand on Clarke’s throat cut her off. Not enough to choke, but more than necessary to shut her up. Clarke swallowed hard, and Lexa watched her pupil dilate.

“You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to do it like you fucking mean it.”

Clarke swallowed again, nodding, and her dick throbbed against Lexa’s abs, earnest and leaking.

“Good.” Lexa let go of Clarke’s throat and allowed the other alpha to switch their positions. She hoped she sounded more assertive than she felt, but after many slow, patient times, Lexa was ready to feel Clarke letting go with her.

It was an understatement that neither would last the moment Clarke entered her, the arguing and the anger forgotten as Lexa clung to Clarke’s back. Her thighs trembled open, and Clarke kissed her chin and helped her lock them around her waist. She didn’t move at first, hovering over Lexa as they shared wet, deep pulls of air until Lexa nodded, Clarke’s long curls sticking to her forehead.

There was no warning as Clarke set a rhythm of shallow and fast thrusts, her headboard hitting the wall at a relentless pace. Lexa whined and held on, enjoying the way Clarke’s soft belly teased the head of her cock at each thrust. She pulled on blonde downy hair at Clarke’s neck, and Clarke growled, pulling Lexa’s hips higher and deepening her reach. Her broken, pitiful whine would embarrass Lexa if it didn’t feel so good.

“You ok?” Clarke panted between the sharp pumping of her hips and Lexa nodded, scratching the blonde’s back.

“Don’t stop.”

“Anything for you,” Clarke promised and pulled back enough for a messy, tech-clashing kiss, and found her spot on Lexa’s neck to keep fucking her silly into the bed.

Lexa didn’t know how long she could take that, with her legs already burning in protest, but she wouldn’t have to; she felt her climax climbing its way from her center, and instead of pursuing it, she let it come to her, surrendering any amount of control and letting Clarke do the hard work.

And God, she did it right.

Lexa dug her nails into supple flesh as a warning, gasping a single “Clarke” into the panting girl’s ear before throwing her head back and coming silently at first, her mouth open in a mute scream as she made a mess between them. The scream finally came along with the blackening of her vision, a moan loud enough to echo in the small bedroom.

Clarke moaned with her, her thrusts vigorously increasing in pace as Lexa trashed under her, and there was no more constant rhythm or pace, just a messy grinding and clash of wet flesh as Clarke came with a whispered confession of “better than any omega.” Lexa moaned all over again at that, adding to the growing mess between them.

“I love you,” Clarke said after controlling her breathing, brushing Lexa’s hair from her face. “I love you, Lexa. I love everything about you.”

Lexa kissed her forehead, and they both moaned as she fluttered around Clarke. “I love you too.”

Clarke nuzzled Lexa’s ear. “Do you know what I told that girl before she left?”

An involuntary snarl crossed Lexa’s lips at the thought of the nosy girl from the party. Clarke kissed it away with a chuckle. “I told her she could never fuck me the way you do.”

The growl that left Lexa’s lips was now playful, and she flipped them over, moaning as Clarke slipped out. “What about I remind you of that?” Lexa said breathlessly, leaning down to bite Clarke’s lip.

“Please do.”

[bottom-lexa]

Ok so Josie x Isabel Clexa au (minus the lying about the fight club because I want Fun). Thoughts?

[puthyflapps]

You wen off to war (the wilds fandom) and bottom lexa's took over this site

Off to war is correct cuz that fandom can be literal hell but listennnn,,,,I can’t help that they make my pussy vibrate at a high frequency 🥺

Find solace in the fact that much like all the stuff I’ve written about clexa that’s perpetually stuck in my drafts, there’s also a bunch of shoni stuff in there too. Y’all are kinda twinsies like that 🤭

[femininenachos]

10 years of Clexa kisses (DWBYG edition)

It takes Lexa a few minutes to work up the courage to knock on the dressing room door. It's more of a glorified broom closet, really, and the performers take turns getting changed in the cramped space.

She hears a muffled, "Come in."

Clarke's sitting at the mirror applying her 'civilian' makeup. When she's not working she favours a smokey eye and pale lip. She flashes a smile at Lexa and replaces the cap on her tube of lipstick, "Hey."

"Hi." Lexa shoves her hands into the back pockets of her ripped jeans. "I wanted to apologise for yesterday. You must think I'm an idiot."

"I don't. You're uncomfortable with the situation."

Clarke gets to her feet and takes Lexa's wrist, tugging her further into the room. The door shuts behind her with a click. The space seems even smaller now with Clarke standing right in front of her, near enough that Lexa could count her eyelashes (which she definitely is not doing).

"You're also hot as fuck and if we'd met under different circumstances I would've had you underneath me already," Clarke continues with a sly smile.

Lexa gapes slightly.

"Come on. I see you looking at me." Clarke lets go of Lexa's wrist and runs a hand up her arm and across her shoulder, smoothing over the soft flannel of Lexa's shirt. "I can't do anything about it because I'm under contract but two days from now? We can do whatever the hell we want to each other."

Something like a soft whimper escapes Lexa's throat and the glint in Clarke's eye turns feral. She leans closer, her lips brushing the edge of Lexa's jaw. "I can't wait to have your fingers inside me, your mouth on my tits." Clarke's voice is low, thick with desire. She's so matter-of-fact. As if it's a foregone conclusion that they're going to hook up. "I want you to fuck me so hard, so good that I won't be able to sit down for days without thinking about it."

Her words make Lexa choke out, "Jesus, Clarke."

Clarke catches her bottom lip between bright white teeth, looks at Lexa as if she’s considering something. She lets her fingers trail up Lexa's neck, tangling in the shorter hair at the nape that’s escaped from her ponytail. The touch sends chills down Lexa's spine. Reflexively, her eyelids droop.

"I shouldn't be doing this but, fuck it, you are seriously cute."

With that Clarke presses forward, her mouth connecting with Lexa’s. She tastes of peppermint gum and waxy lipstick and Lexa instantly opens up to her. Clarke's tongue dips just barely inside before retreating. It only lasts fifteen seconds tops but Lexa finds herself swaying forward after the kiss ends, the tip of her nose brushing Clarke's as she chases the contact.

"God, get out of here before I do something that gets us both into trouble," Clarke says, giving Lexa a light push.

Read don’t wanna be your girl on AO3

[sassymajesty]

ONLY IF FOR A NIGHT first kiss

The beer is gone and her whiskey has been watered down to nothing, and both of them have a hazed look in their eyes, the world becoming softer with its blurred edges. 

“How about two shots for a dare?” Clarke says, her breath hitting Lexa’s cheek with how close she is, and Lexa frowns as she tries to understand what she means. Her brain is far from sharp by now. “I’ll propose a dare, if you don’t want to do it, you take two shots.”

Lexa shrugs and nods, taking it upon herself to pour each of them another shot, getting ready to drink both of them because she is not about to dance on top of the table or go flirt with someone else - which she’s pretty sure is where Clarke is going with it.

But when Clarke decides on what she wants Lexa to do, it almost gives her whiplash with how sharp of a turn her brain has to make to keep up with it, “I dare you to kiss me.”

A beat.

Lexa turns her body until she’s facing Clarke, sparing one look at her lips before closing the distance between them, pressing their lips together. In her drunken haze, Lexa finds her hands moving on their own accord, sneaking up to sink into blonde hair, gripping a slim waist and pulling their bodies closer, closer, closer.

Her tongue drags across Clarke’s bottom lip, her fingers tighten around her hair, and she deepens the kiss. She feels more than hears the way Clarke moans softly against her and Lexa finds herself answering in kind, her own desires, overlooked for so long, coming up to the surface.

It’s shameful, how easily Lexa sinks into Clarke’s touch. But the way she tugs at her jaw to keep them close, the way her hand slides down to grip at her thigh, the way her tongue swipes on the roof of her mouth - it’s all too much.

They break the kiss a moment before it becomes uncomfortable for everyone else in the bar and Lexa stares at Clarke’s plump lips, still wet from her own lips.

“I live up the street,” Clarke murmurs, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath, the invitation clear in the way she drops her hand to Lexa’s stomach.

It’s an easy decision. “Lead the way.”

[hedawanheda]

Hi! Don't know if you've seen the little 10 years of clexa kisses thread going on? Writers posting their favorite kisses from their own works

I would love to see your favorite kisses that you've written! Or any new ones yoi may have 👀

OOOH I LOVE THIS!!

First kisses are always my favorite to write, so apologies that most of these are first kisses lol

answer under cut! one for each story where they already kissed (sorry, ‘no body no crime’ and ‘hold my crown (while i go down),’ you’ll get your moments!). Link to the stories in title

8. The Babysitter

mutual pining/high school crush au that was so fun to write!

“Hey, Lexa?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can you- what?” Lexa was taken aback. She had to make sure she heard that correctly.

“Can I kiss you?” Clarke asks again, calmly. “You don’t have to say yes,”

“I…” Lexa falters, at a loss for words. She couldn’t think straight, not with the way Clarke was looking at her with those eyes and that lip bite. God, Lexa wanted to bite it herself.

Clarke suddenly looks embarrassed, sitting up on the bed. “Um. Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. That was weird. Forget-“

“You can,” Lexa blurts out, Clarke’s mouth still open mid sentence. “Kiss me, I mean. If you still want to. Thank you for asking, by the way. Consent is always a good thing-“

“And you call me the dork,” Clarke grins as she pushes forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck and brings her in for a kiss.

7. More Than That

friends to lovers!! secret mutual pining!! ugh love it

“I love you,” she whispered quietly. She searched Lexa’s face for any reaction, to which she found none. She felt her heart crack. “I’m sorry. I ruined it. Please forget that I said anything. Better yet, forget that you’ve ever known me. Just throw your entire memory aw-“

Clarke shut up because Lexa decided to kiss her. It wasn’t like the ones when others were around, no. This one was slower, and softer. Lexa’s lips moved with a purpose, gently pressing against Clarke’s as if she was going to break her. She pulled away moments later, gazing into Clarke’s eyes.

“You just kissed me,” Clarke said blankley. “Why did you do that?

Lexa grinned, biting her lip. “Because I’ve loved you since we were thirteen, you dope”

6. The Lighthouse

the little mermaid first kiss to get your voice back. sucker for this

She decided to take the leap. Her head moved down swiftly, connecting her lips to Clarke’s.

Her body tingled with warmth, Clarke’s lips soft against her own. She felt hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Lexa’s brain felt like it was exploding. Clarke pulled back, before tilting her head and going back in. This felt right. Lexa’s gay brain turned into a pile of mush.

“Finally,”

Lexa agreed, smiling as she kissed Clarke again, and again, and again. It took a minute for her to register that that word was spoken out loud.

Lexa pulled back. Surely she imagined that, right? She looked at Clarke, whose lips were kiss-swollen and hair mussled. Clarke smiled at her widely and nodded, signalling that Lexa did not imagine that.

“Hi,” Clarke said, clear as a bell. Lexa’s mouth dropped open in pure shock. “I love you,”

5. you belong with me

my taylor swift au where Lexa professed her love to clarke on Jimmy Fallon so Clarke flies to new york to see her immediately after and they kiss in the rain

Clarke was overcome with emotion. Every one of Lexa’s songs were about her and her love for her. Clarke couldn’t help the huge smile that appeared on her face before she closed the distance between her and Lexa to meet the girl in a heated kiss. She kissed Lexa with all the passion she could muster, wanting to show the girl how much she meant to her and how touched she was from last night’s interview. Clarke swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance which she was soon granted, Lexa’s tongue shyly meeting hers. They kissed in the middle of the New York rainstorm, and to Clarke, it was perfect.

4. for the love of the gods

this one’s good cause lexa is supposed to be a celibate priestess and patron goddess clarke’s like NOT ON MY WATCH

Lexa felt a hand at the back of her neck and then the next thing she knew the stranger attached her lips to Lexa, surprising the priestess in more ways than one.

You need to stop this Lexa thought to herself, trying not to think of the softness and sweetness of the girl’s lips. You made a vow, this isn’t right

“You’re overthinking this,” the girl murmured against Lexa’s lips. “Stop. Just for once, don’t think,”

You didn’t have to tell Lexa twice.

She kissed back like it was her last time (because it might be) and she felt the girl grin, satisfied that Lexa decided to give in. The girl swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance that was soon granted by the brunette The girl’s hands threaded through Lexa’s hair, messing up the intricate braids that adored her hair, but Lexa didn’t care. She never knew kissing could feel this good.

3. So High School

I love this one cause Clarke thinks the kisses mean they’re best friends🤣 come on girl

“Well, Ontari is a second-year senior who probably takes steroids, and you’re just a scrawny sophomore,” Clarke smirks jokingly as she hooks her fingers in the collar of Lexa’s shirt. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll hit puberty someday,”

She leans forward to kiss Lexa, the brunette’s eyes fluttering closed when she feels Clarke’s lips meet hers. God, kissing Clarke had to be her favorite thing in the whole world.

“You’re your own harshest critic,” Clarke whispers as she pulls away, letting go of her hold on Lexa’s shirt collar and clasping the girl’s hands in her own. “Let me be your biggest cheerleader,”

2. secret recipe

first kiss for the helpless gay chef and idiot bisexual heiress

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Clarke continues when there’s a lack of response from Lexa. It doesn’t have to, but I want it to. I want it to mean everything.

“Clarke…” Lexa’s heart is pounding so hard she fears it may burst out of her chest. “Are you sure?”

More sure than anything.

“Yes,” Clarke answers instead, surging forward to connect their mouths in a soft kiss.

Clarke feels her heart exploding the moment their lips touched, and she melts into the kiss. Kissing Lexa felt different than kissing anyone else, but in the best way possible. It felt right. Like Clarke finally unlocked the secret to happiness, and it was kissing Lexa Woods.

1. royally screwed

as if anyone is surprised 😂 not their first kiss but the first one with ~feelings~

“It comes from a Norse myth,” Lexa tells her wife, her palms suddenly becoming sweaty. “You see, the son of Odin and Frigg, Baldur, started to have dreams of his death, so Frigg made all of the things on earth promise to not hurt her son. He was now said to be invincible, so the other gods took joy in throwing things at him.” Lexa was staring up at the mistletoe, avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “The mischief god, Loki, was jealous of how popular Baldur was, so he searched far and wide for something that could kill Baldur. He found out Frigg forgot a simple but deadly plant: mistletoe,”

“So he fashioned a spear with the mistletoe and convinced a blind god to throw it at Balder. Once the spear hit him, he died. Heartbroken, Frigg now made it a rule that mistletoe would be used for love, and that whenever someone encounters it they show an act of love; that’s why we kiss underneath it,” Lexa took this chance to look at Clarke, who was listening intently. Her bright blue eyes were staring at Lexa in wonder, causing the brunette to realize what her wife might think she implied.

“But um,” Lexa stumbled over her words. “That’s just a superstition. An old wives tale. It doesn’t mean we have to-“

“Lexa?” Clarke interrupted softly, a bemused look on her face. “Are you going to kiss me?”

Lexa felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes widened as she but her bottom lip nervously. “Am I allowed to?”

Clarke smirked as her eyes twinkled. “Come here,” she said, cupping Lexa’s face as she stepped closer and pressed her lips to her wife’s.

This kiss felt different.

It wasn’t at all like the two passionless ones they shared on their wedding day, it was soft. Innocent. A confirmation of the feelings that both of them had. Clarke felt her already flushed cheeks burn and her stomach swoop as Lexa’s plush lips moved lightly against hers, the feeling setting her on fire.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it should have been.

[butmakeitgayblog]

😔 I have an AWTR question. What do Clarke and Lexa do when Lexa is having a bad day? The days when she’s feeling weak and tired and achy, not really able to do much, how do they spend those days and how does Clarke tend to comfort her?

(Bonus: how does Clarke feel when Lexa is having a worse than normal day? What’s going through her mind?)

In the beginning, it's subtle things that clue Clarke in that Lexa's having a bad day. Because God knows Lexa never makes it particularly easy. Never wants to inconvenience anyone ornmake anyone worry.

"What's the point? We already know why—"

"That is the point, Lexa," is a very common exchange in the early days when Clarke notices Lexa's moving just a little slower than normal. Rubbing her temples and eyes more. Grabbing the shop's counter to steady herself on off balance feet more. Lexa hates it and gets snippy because she tries so hard to be fine, but Clarke can see it anyway.

Those are the days when Clarke tries to be more attentive, always keeping one eye on the customer and the other on Lexa. Those are the days when she makes Lexa take more breaks, fixes her soup and dry toast she can nibble at that won't upset her stomach and is always refilling her drinks to keep them fresh. She launches herself into doing the clean up and the stocking, practically throwing herself at the ladder to reach things on high shelves before Lexa can even move to do it herself. She just makes it a given, a flow of responsibility between them. Lexa stays on her comfy little seat behind the counter and holds down the fort in that area, while Clarke takes up charge of everything else. They're a team. They got this.

But as things progress, it's less easy to cover up bad days with these little lighthearted patches. It becomes less about making Lexa feel alright in not performing at her best, and more about getting her to accept that doing nothing at all is perfectly ok as well.

Those are the days when Lexa can't really seem to make herself do more then sit on the edge of the bed and stare at the floor. Those are the days when she has to admit in a tiny voice that the room is kind of spinning too much for her to even feel safe on her own feet, much less making it to the bathroom, to the door, down the stairs.

So, once again, Clarke does all the heavy lifting for her. Quite literally, as in, actually scooping her up and carrying her down the stairs. Because Lexa hates being cooped up in her bedroom for long periods. Says it feels "too much like a prison. Like I'm already not a part of the world anymore, when I'm still right here."

And just hearing that kinda breaks something already very fragile in Clarke's heart, so she decided from the beginning that there'd be none of that.

Instead she just carries her downstairs or asks Gus to grab her if he's home (she knows he'd never admit it, but he still likes to feel useful despite knowing Clarke's already there). They can sit curled together in the livingroom watching movies or game shows because Lexa says that what she used to do with her mom on sick days. Sometimes, if Lexa's feeling up to it, they'll go sit on the front porch swing and take turns reading to each other for hours. Well. More Clarke reading to her than the other way around. Because on those days Lexa tends to drift off a lot, taking cat naps right there on Clarke's shoulder as she keeps reading to her in her sleep, one arm around her shoulders while the other holds the book propped open in her lap. And when the day is finally done, she just carries her girl back up to bed.

Clarke tries very very hard not to focus on herself on those days. It's almost easier that way, kind of like going on sort of autopilot. Because when she lets herself think too much about it, everything becomes too real, and this is about Lexa not herself. She can't let herself be selfish. Not on those days. So she buries and leaves it for a better day, should one ever come...

[lexa-griffins]

Happy birthday!!!

Thank youuuu!!!

[heda-in-the-clouds]

These are my favorite selfies from Alycia

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𖣂 Not My Commander - Prologue | Lexa kom Trikru 𖣂

Pairing: Lexa kom Trukru x reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, cursing and some steamy scenes

Summary: Sending a hundred underaged prisoners down to Earth to find out if it’s inhabitable again is undoubtedly immoral, so The Council decides to send you down first, rather than float you for your crimes.

If you survive for more than a couple of hours, they can —in good conscience— send down the 100. If you don’t, well, then good riddance.

Disclaimer: This story has been discontinued for the time being!

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How the hell did I get here? I think, as I’m being dragged through the woods half-conscious.

A moment ago I was still in my pod, hurtling through space and now I’m here with a giant gash on my temple from when my head slammed against the control panel upon impact on the ground.

I thought I could take a moment and gather my thoughts once the pod had turned off, but no. The door had been yanked open a couple hours later and I was pulled out by the people who are now dragging me to who knows where.

They’re covered in thick furs and menacing-looking war paint and apart from the short-lived surprise I felt at seeing humans somehow inhabiting Earth, I’m shaking like a leaf now, not knowing what they’re going to do to me.

For all I know they could eat me? I mean, have you seen them?

I scoff internally, watching the forest floor pass by beneath me.

I knew as soon as I was arrested on the Ark that I’d die for my crime of finding out something I shouldn’t have, but I never imagined it would happen like this.

Now that I think about it, this isn’t “mercy”, as Jaha put it. Not at all. . . It’s cruel and I honestly would have rather been floated than be grilled and eaten like a shish kebab.

I don’t know how much time has passed when we finally stop near a stream, but I’m tired beyond belief and my legs are covered in scratches and bruises from being dragged around all day. The sun is about to set, bathing the forest in orange light and if it weren’t for my current situation I would have marveled at the sight.

The Grounders, as I’ve decided to call them, tie up my hands and feet and shove me against the bottom of a tree before setting up a fire and some sleep furs.

I watch longingly as they begin passing around some bread and dry meat, but they don’t even think of sharing with me as they settle down, talking in a foreign language around the fire.

My lips are chapped and my mouth is dry and even though I know they won’t share their food, I’m hoping they’ll share some of their water.

“Excuse me?” I speak up, my voice cracking. “Hello!”

They don’t acknowledge me. They don’t even spare me a glance.

Assholes.

I let myself fall sideways and wiggle toward the stream as best as I can with my hands and feet bound.

My clothes get all dirty and a couple of branches scratch up my face, but I keep pushing until I finally reach the water.

I take a big gulp, shivering at how cold it is before taking another sip, and another, and another.

I drink until I almost feel sick, not having had anything all day. Then, out of nowhere I’m yanked backward.

I look over my shoulder at the Grounder who’s got ahold of my sweatshirt and glare at him. “Hey! What’s your problem? It’s not like I was going to escape! How could I. . .” I whisper that last part dejectedly, but the grounder only grunts and throws me back against the tree.

It makes my back sting and I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent a curse from slipping off my tongue as the grounder gets another rope, wrapping it around my middle and around the tree to keep me kn place.

“What do you even want from me?” I ask, tugging against on restraints.

No reply.

“Where are you taking me?”

Again, nothing.

The Grounder makes sure all my bindings are secure before rejoining the others around the fire.

As frustrating as it is not to get any answers, I’m starting to think that they might not understand what I’m saying. After all, they haven’t spoken anything other than their own language and whenever I ask them something, they just ignore me.

I lean my head back against the tree and close my eyes, trying my best to ignore my aching body.

It’s been a very long day and I feel myself falling asleep to the sound of the Grounders’ chatter and the crackling of the fire.

What is this place? I look around with wide eyes taking in my surroundings.

We’re in a bustling city which has a huge tower right in the middle of it.

The tower looks like a remnant of the old world, falling apart but still intact, while the buildings around it seem to be fairly new. They’re small and look primitive being made out of wood and metal scraps, but they’re sturdy nonetheless and function as a multitude of things. I’m pretty sure we’ve already passed a forgery, a food stand, a butcher shop and a couple of stalls that sell clothes.

Impressive. . .

After a restless night of sleep, the Grounder that tied me to the tree cut me loose at dawn and pulled me to my feet. Then, they wordlessly dragged me through the woods again until we got here.

We’re pushing through the crowd of people gathered in the streets who eye us curiously, and if the direction we’re going in is anything to go by, I’m guessing we’re headed for the tower.

Why? I don’t know, but it seems like they don’t want to kill me just yet. Otherwise they would have done it the moment they found me.

Unlike yesterday, the sky today is covered by low, dark clouds. The wind has also picked up, carrying a metallic smell with it which I’m thinking might be the smell I’ve read about in books that’s associated with rain.

I’ve always wanted to know what rain is like, what it looks and sounds like, and what it feels like on the skin, but now I’ll probably be dead before any of that happens.

What if they throw me off the tower in some sort of ritualistic sacrifice?

My heart drops at the thought, but I’m too hungry and weak to dig my heels into the ground to stop our advancing.

I haven’t had anything to eat since being hauled out of my cell on the Ark, and the only thing I’ve had to drink was the water I managed to sip from the stream last night before being so rudely interrupted.

We enter the tower, the Grounders holding me nodding at the guards stationed next to the doors, and my eyes widen at the sight of the seemingly working elevator we get on.

We descended, the elevator creaking as it moves slowly before the doors open once again, revealing a dimly lit hallway.

Metal cell doors line each side and before I can protest I’m shoved into one of the cells.

The dirt-covered ground is cold and unrelenting as my knees collide with it and I wince in pain, curling up in one of the corners as the door gets slammed shut.

Great, from one cell to the next.

The Grounders leave, chatting animatedly and I drop my eyes to the metal bracelet on my wrist.

It transmits my vital signs to the Ark and because I’ve been down here for more than a day now I’m sure it has already proven that the Earth is survivable which means the 100 will be prepared to be sent down here as well.

I don’t know how long it will take for them to get here though. A day maybe? Or a week? A month? Several months?

I just don’t know, all I know is that I’m on my own and no one is coming to help me.

There’s no window in the cell, the only light streaming in through the spaces between the metal bars of the door is from the flickering torch in the hallway.

I sigh, shivering slightly, and close my eyes. My legs are pulled up to my chest and I protectively wrap my arms around them, pulling them even closer to my body.

No one is coming to help. . . I’m going to die here.

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up an unknown amount of time later with a start when I’m roughly pulled to my feet by the same Grounder who dragged me through the forest.

“Get up,” he growls and the fact that he speaks English after all stuns me so much that he has to shove me to get us moving.

“Where are we going?” I ask weakly. I’m lightheaded from not eating in so long and my tongue feels like sandpaper.

The Grounder grunts and wraps his hand around my upper arm, his grip so harsh I’m sure it will leave a bruise.

“Hey! I asked you some—“

I cringe when the back of his monstrous hand harshly collides with my cheek, sending a sting through the entire right side of my face.

“The Commander is ready to see you now,” he snarls. He pulls me into the elevator with him and I raise my hand to my throbbing cheek, closing my eyes to will the tears that are threatening to spill away.

Who the hell is The Commander?! And why does he want to see me? Why didn’t they just kill me when they found me. . .

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This is just the beginning of the story, people!!

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🌈❤️Lexa Stahl❤️🌈