#Clexa fanfiction

[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!

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! 

#Clexmas24  #7DaysofClexa

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

[hedawanheda]

no body, no crime

There’s a serial killer on the loose in Arkadia. Unluckily for them, there is also a bored necromancer in town who loves to play pranks by resurrecting their victims.

Neither are aware that they are dating each other.

or

a clexa serial killer/necromancer au

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[clexa-surrogacy-au]

Between Our Love

Chapter 10: Fifteen Seconds

Lexa floats, like a piece of driftwood, in the strange in-between world in the middle of consciousness and slumber. The car rocks gently around her, the radio hums, brief flashes of light break up the darkness behind her eyelids, and Lexa lay cradled in the center of it all, curled up in her seat with the seat warmers on, suspended in that place of limbo where time has no meaning.

At least, until the soft murmur of Clarke's voice breaks through the fog as if from a great distance. Lexa stirs, awareness gradually returning to her. Her lashes flutter as she blinks, cracking her eyes open to see Clarke looking at her with fond amusement.

"Sorry to wake you. I just— I'm coming up on the last toll and I can't find the coin purse. I think it's in the glove box. Which…" She gestures vaguely at the swell of her stomach, one hand still on the wheel. Which she can't reach. Right.

Lexa unravels her legs and spares a moment for a languid stretch before she opens the glove box to pluck out the frog-shaped coin purse she'd hidden there when they'd stopped for dinner earlier. They're already rolling up to the toll booth, so Lexa opens it up and counts out the change Clarke needs, handing it over to her. She yawns, feeling much more awake by the time they're gaining speed again.

"We're close," Clarke tells her, nodding toward her phone plugged in its holder on the dashboard. Lexa doesn't need a glance at the map to tell her that, though. She breathes in deeply and the scent of pine fills her lungs. They've already made it to the outskirts of Polis. The road ahead is flanked on either side by familiar pine trees, stretching up toward a night sky that's starting to lighten, the surplus of stars dwindling as the city's distant artificial lights bleach the sky.

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[audi0med1c]

”Is It Over Now?” -Air bnb scene preview (Clexa celebrity AU)

Giving tumblr a little blurbo that bloomed on its own while driving yesterday, an hour+ highway drive and my Taylor Swift playlist found me listening to some of her older songs and one that I honestly haven’t heard in years hit me so hard bc I had been looking for the perfect nostalgic-type country song for Lexa to be dancing to while she’s cooking when Clarke walks in at the address that was sent at the end of my last chapter.

(Clarke’s POV chapters will start off going back through the earlier parts of summer before picking up at where Lexa’s POV left off, with the address that was sent... but given my current real-life emotional struggle I honestly don’t know when I will have it in me to jump back into writing because it is truly painful to step into either of their shoes with what I’m currently going through.)

This scene though was only vaguely imagined/loosely planned, however listening to this song caused the whole thing to form and play out fully and perfectly in my mind so much so that my eyes were LEAKING while driving at the soft, simple domesticity and sillyness of the moment between these girls (seeing as thing were starting to get a bit snippy and tense the deeper they got into summer), and I think I’ve been clinging to this specific scene, this specific moment nonstop since my drive yesterday just trying to keep my head above water emotionally, so today I threw together a quick little visual for it as well (basically so I can just keep re-watching it for my own mental health I think)

🚨 Basically, Lexa has sent Clarke the address to an air bnb, an attempt to step into a different kind of bubble (a more domestic one🥹) ….a bubble away from any and all associations either of their homes carry to all the ghosts and memories of hurt and pain of their past… (and other people)…

Lexa’s got music blasting, so she doesn’t hear Clarke come in. Clarke watches Lexa swaying and bouncing while singing along to “I want Crazy” by Hunter Hayes

- and just by the choice of music, this old-school country already has Clarke feeling nostalgic, reminded of those early months when they first started dating.

Lexa had fallen away from her country roots after their first year or so of dating, but even moreso than that, she hasn’t heard Lexa SING in years.

"No I don't want good and I don't want good enough

I want can't sleep, can't breath without your love.

Front porch and one more kiss

it doesn't make sense to anybody else..."

Even though she’s doing so in an overly theatrical tone moreso than her true singing voice, warmth blooms in Clarke’s chest watching silently from the door at the way the brunette’s whole body moves in such a loose and carefree way to the bouncy country beat - the quick plucky timbre of the banjo, the upbeat drums, and the rising and falling clash of the crash cymbals.

"Who cares if you're all I think about

I've searched the world and I know now

It ain't right if you ain't lost your miiiiiind....

Yeah I don't want eaaaasy, I want craaaaaazyyyy..."

The small air bnb itself was reminiscent of Lexa’s childhood home a little bit, at least the way it felt in Clarke's memory, from back when she first started going over to the house on Cornelia Street almost a decade ago - with its modest, homey feel and slightly outdated furniture and decor.

Lexa herself seemed lighter, completely relaxed and unburdened the way she sautées whatever was sizzling and smelling of garlic as if she did this every single night of her life. She did used to cook often for Clarke, until it became too easy to get a last-minute reservation anywhere they wanted with just a quick text or phone call. That and the habit of grabbing take-out from their handful of favorite spots was always quicker, and easier after Lexa’s long work days.

The actress' body stills for only a moment when the music ends, until the next song comes on, even MORE upbeat than the last.

It's a song by one of both Lexa and Clarke's all-time favorite artists, the kind of song that you know so well that you could go years without listening to it and still remember every single word.

[[song is 'Holy Ground' - but Taylor Swift is the only celebrity that does NOT exist in this universe lol]]

Without hesitation Lexa’s leg is tapping along to the punchy beat of the intro, head bopping side to side as she sang the opening lines, wooden spoon still stirring in her hand:

“I was reminiscing just the other day,

while having coffee all alone and lord it took me away,

back to a first glance feeling on New York time,

back when you fit my poems like a perfect rhyme…”

Clarke finally pushes off the doorframe into the kitchen, jumping in at the next line,

“Took off faster than a green light go

yeah you skip the conversation when you already know”

Once Lexa hears her voice and turns, her eyes are bright and her smile wide as she greets Clarke by pulling her in close to bounce along with her, twirling her as they both sing along together, smiling.

“I left a note on the door with a joke we’d made,

and that was the first daaaaay…”

Lexa tugs Clarke even closer for a kiss, her amped up energy surging through their lips as they swayed, still liplocked to the next lines that slowed down, dragging out in longer, softer notes.

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((“and darling iiiiiit waaaassss gooood,

neeeeverrr loooookiiiinnnn downnn

and riiiight theeereee wheeeere we stooood

was holy ground”))

They break apart and Lexa’s back to bouncing and dancing playfully when the beat picks back up, unable to contain her giggles and the kick drum thumps so strong through the speakers Clarke can feel the vibration in her ribcage.

The blonde laughs sheepishly, feeling a bit awkward at the entirely un-coordinated bouncing they were doing while holding hands.

“You know I don’t dance….” Clarke chuckled over the music.

She was perfectly enjoying watching Lexa, seeing a joy radiating off of her that immediately took her back to their earliest days together, when she was still just the girl who followed her off the bus one day.

But Lexa, starting to get out of breath from so much jumping around, shakes her head without losing the beat and her smile somehow grows impossibly wider.

“So? Dance with me anyway…..”

It was as if no time had passed.

Like they'd never even been apart.

Her grip tightens on Clarke’s hands, as she spins her again as the second verse starts, which Lexa sings by herself as Clarke smiles on with growing endearment:

“Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress,

we had this big wide city all to ourselves,

we block the noise with the sound of ‘I need you’

and for the first time I had something to looooose”

Clarke joins in again, as they bellow into each other's faces with even more vigor at the pitch jump:

"And I guess we fell apaaaart in the usual way,

and the story's got duuuuust on every page.

But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now,

And I see your face in every crowd."

The meaning of the words seems to sober them both just a little, as their smiles falter...

[in background]

(("Cause daaaarliiiing iiiiit waaaaas gooooood...."))

And perhaps it's the overall rush of the moment or a mutual need to stave off any more reminiscence, but no matter, both lean into another hard kiss. as the chorus repeats.

((Neverrr looooookinnngg downnnn....))

The kiss deepens and the girls grip tighter onto each other, barely able to heave breaths in the split seconds at a time their lips part, their hunger for each other now peaked.

((And riiiiight there wheeeerreee we stooood, was holy ground.))

Their hands scramble for skin or hair - whichever they can grasp as they bump into a wall, which seems to break the heat of the moment, at least for Lexa. She chuckles at their frenzied state, opening her eyes to search those pools of crystal blue, searching for the home in them she used to know, and takes Clarke's hand again and tugs her back to the middle of the kitchen to resume dancing again, and the blonde lets herself be spun again as Lexa sings the next lines with a dangerous amount of sincerity:

"Tonight I'm gonna daaaaance

For all that we've been throouuughhh..."

Clarke cuts in for the next line, raising their joined arms up to now spin Lexa around and then back again as she sings:

"But I don't wanna daaaaance, if i'm not dancing wiiiith youuuuu."

They embrace, losing the rhythm a little as they slow down to just swaying back and forth, and Lexa braces Clarke's face in her hands as they sing together, both still softly smiling:

"Tonight I'm gonna daaaance,

Like you were in thiiiiis roooooom..."

But I don't wanna daaaaance

If I'm not dancing wiiiith yoouuuu..."

They're kissing again fervidly as the rest of the song plays, and Clarke maneuvers them towards the room just off the kitchen. It's a tiny bedroom the size of an office, and she pushes Lexa onto the small bed along the far wall, atop a blue and red plaid quilt blanket.

Climbing on top of her ex, the blonde presses down onto the body beneath her as they work themselves up even more, little moans beginning to slip out between their tongues.

All the tiniest mundane moments that make up a lifetime, all the quiet nights in sweats and messy buns that you won’t ever find on social media or in a magazine….years worth of moments that were just them began playing back in Clarke’s mind. Just them and their unfiltered longing to be in each other’s presence.

Sometimes it hurt how simple it felt, that this was all she ever really needed to feel happy.

Lexa's just begun tugging Clarke's white shirt up when the music comes to an end, and in the few seconds of silence between songs, the sharp beeping of the smoke detector begins blaring.

"Ohmygod, dinner!" Lexa laughs, having completely forgotten she was cooking when Clarke arrived.

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**(Any of this is subject to change whenever I finally get to this scene in the actual story...somewhere in the middle/second half of Clarke's cruel summer chapters))

[butmakeitgayblog]

Medusa and The Blind Woman

Part I

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She crashes in on an easterly wave. 

One that threatens the bare spindles of a long dead port. The wind bites at stilts gnarled by sea salt and the negligence of time, threads of frayed twine whipping in retaliating lashes against the onslaught versus sturdy grecian wood. 

Lexa watches from on high, eyes on mastheads and white sails in the distance when she takes a moment to admire her only non-hissing companion, the sea. She stands an eagle in her nest of serpentine thorns, as the speck of a sailor draws near from the horizon, boat marching on the back of winds that carry it onward. The ocean howls of intruders long before they arrive, the swishing churn of embattled rip tides announcing the threat among rustled gusts and spits of algae foam. 

It's all become so painfully predictable. 

Lexa sighs at the sight of them marching on toward her fortress. 

A sinking weight floods her stomach, weary resignation presses heavy against her throat.

The grip of her spade reminds hers they mean nothing to her morning, to her unforgiving schedule that must be kept. What with the chill slipping through the cracks of a waning afternoon sun setting on the intruder's horizon. 

She doesn't bother to watch their approach further, instead keeping her thoughts to steady hands that churn earth and crumble stone, driving her blade against charcoal and turning it to soot. She checks her moorings to the west and fells a few fresh saplings for kindling. Nuisances in that particular corner of her nest of thorns, ones she's been waging a losing battle with for ages.

Her thoughts scatter like the seed and silt that pour through the calloused cracks of her fingers, wondering—

A sharp whine fills the air below, followed by a screech and crash of splintering wood. A thunderous boom echoes along the rockside loud enough to shake the very gravel under her feet followed by a full chested bellow.

"Gods damn it all!"

Lexa straightens from her work at the cry of anger, loud enough to have her dropping her tools where she stands. Loud enough to send a shiver across her scalp that hisses and spits its welcome in return. 

She slips past brambles and thickets of overgrowth. Moves between boulders and shrugging aside the hang of vine, winding her way to the edge of her oasis. The sweet scent of honeysuckle mixes with sea water as she moves close to the rocky ledge of the cliff shore. 

Careful to stay hidden, tucked neatly in the shadows, she lifts a few leaves on the tips of her finger to see her would be… captors…

Or. Captor.

The waters are littered with floating bits of dock and warped wood, now useless and broken into a thousand tiny shards that bob their way back out into the wild. 

In its place is a boat. 

A rather pathetic boat, Lexa notes at the feel of a nose nudging her cheek. A vessel of one lonely single seat, barely a rod for a mast, with two matching oars on each side. The sight of its paltry build makes her frown, her lips slackening in shock as she looks past the debris of the wreckage to the fleeing white sails receding into the burgeoning twilight distance. 

Another screeched caw from a circling bird above makes Lexa jump, ignoring the snap and hiss in her ear at the same time the air fills with a strained, "Oh shut up!"

Well.

This is certainly not what she had expected. 

Because…

She's blonde. 

Her apparent assassin is blonde. 

And a woman.  

Altogether a decidedly less muscular figure than Lexa had become accustomed to seeing her would-be heroes in the making that washed up on her shores. Not the type bearing rippling muscles, or the thuggish brawn born of beating one's own chest.

In fact, this assassin is downright dainty.  

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[macolethings]

LINKED CLEXA STORIES

For anyone interested in my list of completed and in-work stories, see below the cut for the names, summaries, and links! Everything is on my AO3 account here. You can also click on any title name below to go directly to that story.

Current WIP

Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)

Summary: Lexa and Clarke deserved more time and a happy ending. But in this world, and with the responsibilities these two have, it won't be easy. And more than one event will work to tear them apart. Experience these two learning about one another, falling in love, and taking on the world together.

Canon Fix-It that starts the night after Lexa fights Roan and kills Nia in season 3. There will be romance, angst, attempted humor, unexpected friendships, and maybe a few other surprises.

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Completed Works

Witch’s Chimney

Collaboration with @mozz14

Summary: 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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Imperfectly Perfect Series

#Imperfectly perfect AU - tumblr tag

The Woods Are My Home

Summary: Lexa has spent months planning the perfect weekend camping getaway so she can propose to Clarke at sunset on a cliffside. But, just like her life, the universe seems to have other plans, and Lexa realizes that perfection cannot be planned.

Karma, Friend or Foe

Summary: Lexa and Clarke have been working together for a month and Clarke is confused on how she feels about the newest member of her team. What happens when she accidentally overhears Lexa having a private, loving, conversation.

[lesbiwlw]

So...... I might have just fucked around and posted a new chapter of my clexa fic that hadn't been updated in like 8 months....

anyway, here it is:

[mozz14]

Alpha Dance Company

Lexa loves to dance and she loves her new job. That cocky Clarke Griffin, who gets everything she wants without really working for it - she can't bear her at all...

[anonfanfic]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Clexa, Cheerleading, Smut, Friends With Benefits, First Meetings Summary:

Clarke and Lexa are both cheerleaders. They find each other at a tryout for a collegiate team and choices are made.

[syngularitysyn]

It Starts With A Chip

Chapter 5/5

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[unchartedcloud]

Chapter 1: It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Lexa Woods - divorcée, parent, and owner and proprietor of the Polaris Inn - has her hands full trying to manage her small, ski-side inn as the winter holidays descend on her equally small town. Amidst the craziness, she certainly doesn't anticipate finding an unconscious blond out on the back trails, who later wakes with no memory of who she is. Unwilling to condemn her to a hospital bed for the holidays, Lexa offers the mystery woman a room at her inn until she recovers her memory - and recovers her sense of romance along the way. In other words: a Clexa AU loosely based on the Lindsay Lohan Netflix movie. Also known as the Hallmark AU.

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[clexmas24]

Clextober 2024

Hey everyone! Time got away from me and I didn't really get around to planning anything for Clextober this year but I noticed we had someone share a post and I figured what the hell we could still do it and just have the rest of October towards Clextober. This year we will do 31 prompts for Clextober. Post anytime this October. We will not have a set week. So pretty much anything Fall or Halloweenish I will reblog. Sorry for dropping the ball this year. How To Participate:

Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that screams Clexa with a spice of Fall/October/Halloween - let’s see it!

Don’t forget to tag!  #Clextober24

[owl127]

Clexa

Fanfiction by owl127 i. The Shot

Lexa was in, and Anya, and an entire team behind them after a historical comeback against a European powerhouse. That meant Lexa would play the game of her life against the love of her life. OR Soccer rivals clexa meet in the world cup

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ii. Single Moms

Single moms meet at boy band concert.

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iii. Sky

"Prompt: Canonverse, Clexa talking about what it was like living in the sky. Clarke talking about her time in solitary and before that. Then came the inevitable topic of what Earth looked like/what does it look like living on the ark. Clarke tries to explain the beauty but also the loneliness of the view of Earth and stars, which is quite unfathomable to Lexa. So Clarke paints one to show her. I haven't seen a fic where Clarke paints the Earth. I think there should be one."

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iv. Captain's Daughter I

Dear owl, I’ve been watching 21 jump street (the one with Jonah hill) and I was laughing so hard at the scene in which he ducked the captain’ daughter without knowing, the captain finding out and the conversation afterwards at the office, would you mind making it clexa ? One of them fucked the other who’s the captains daughter ?

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v. Captain's Daughter II

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vi. Captain's Daughter III

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vii. Captain's Daughter IV

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viii. Basketball Injury

“Sure, babe.” Clarke adjusted in her seat, massaging her thigh again. “I’m sorry you can’t play tonight. I was looking forward to destroying you.” That made Lexa smile. “In your dreams, Griffin.” “Oh, but my dreams about you are quite different, Lex.”

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ix. Pre Game

I love your sports fics!! Can you write one (preferably in the Clexa universe) where Lexa has to get off before the game or else she doesn’t play well because she’s all horny. Im indifferent as to if it’s another locker room based fic, or it could be Lexa and Clarke are rooming together at an away game and Lexa keeps waiting for Clarke to fall asleep so she can mastrubate and Clarke ends up hearing and helping her out. Also I love the football world but whatever

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x. Wednesdays

“She’s important to me,” Lexa confessed, not meeting Anya’s eyes. “I know. She made it to Wednesdays.”

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xi. Firefighter

"I got the ring," she said, and Anya froze with her spoon halfway to her mouth. "No shit. For real?" "For real."

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x. Support

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[hedawanheda]

the babysitter

Clarke screws up, now her mom doesn’t trust her to watch her little sister on her own. Abby’s solution is to hire a babysitter, who just happens to be the girl Clarke has been crushing on for as long as she can remember.

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Chapter One

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Clarke protested, stalking after her mother into the kitchen. She had just informed her that someone would be coming over the following night to keep an eye on her and her sister while their mom was at work. “I am perfectly capable of being able to watch Madi by myself,”

Abby ignored her daughter’s complaining, making her way to the pantry to start prepping dinner. “Your sister begs to differ, and so do I. Considering I found her in the front yard last week in her pajamas while you were passed out drunk with your friends in the basement,” Abby scolded, giving the blonde a pointed look. “You’re lucky it’s only a babysitter and not Grandma,”

Clarke shrank back slightly, but she wasn’t going to give up. “It’s embarrassing. She probably goes to my school. On Monday everyone in the junior class will know that Clarke Griffin needs a babysitter. Do you know what that would do to me?”

“You’re being dramatic,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And she does go to your school,” she added quietly.

“Mom,” Clarke groaned. She stomped her foot like a child, frustrated and annoyed that her mom didn’t trust her with something as simple as watching an eleven year old. “What can I do to make this not happen?”

“There’s nothing you can do,” Abby sighed. “Madi was the one who asked for a babysitter,”

“She did?” Clarke was taken aback. “Why did she do that?”

“Because she wants to have a responsible adult in the house while I’m away, and I agree with her,”

“That traitor,”

“Careful, Clarke. You’re already grounded,” Abby reminded her. Clarke scowled, crossing her arms.

“Well, at least tell me her name,” Clarke huffed, “If I’m going to have to bribe her to keep my secrets, I may as well know,”

“Anya,”

Anya.

That couldn’t be Anya Woods, could it?

“It totally is,” Raven teased at lunch the next day. “Anya Woods, scary soccer captain and big sister to the love of your life. She’s your babysitter,”

“Shut up,” Clarke grumbled, pushing her food around on her plate. She was slumped in her chair, defeated since her mother revealed who was going to be her, or Madi’s, babysitter. “Lexa is not the love of my life,”

“No, she’s just the girl you’ve been pining after since kindergarten, yet don’t have the guts to talk to,”

“I’ve talked to her,” Clarke countered. “She’s in my Calculus class, I sit behind her. We talk everyday,”

“Asking her for a pencil sharpener doesn’t count as talking,”

“Says you,” Clarke snapped, crossing her arms. Let her have her secret unobtainable crush in peace.

Raven smirked, her friend’s attitude amusing her. She couldn’t blame her, though. The Woods sisters were sort of legends at Polis. As soccer co-captains the two of them led their team to the state championships, putting them at the top of the social hierarchy. Clarke and her friends were popular as well, but they regrettably ran in different circles, hardly overlapping except for the few classes they shared.

“Lay off her, Raven. It’s not like you don’t drool over Anya. And you haven’t even had a conversation with her,” Octavia pointed out, causing Raven to stick her tongue out at her. “Clarke‘s at least has somewhat of a footing with Lexa,”

“We go way back,” Clarke argued.

“That one kiss in kindergarten doesn’t count-“

“Shut up.” Clarke grumbled. Yes it did, it was in fact her bisexual awakening at mere five years old. “Anya isn’t that unusual of a name. It’s probably not her,”

“Well let’s ask,”

“What are you-“

Raven was up in a flash, giving her friends one last smirk before making a beeline towards Anya’s lunch table. Clarke watched in horror as she sat down across from Anya and Lexa, giving the sisters a wide smile. The two of them looked at her confused, Anya not recognizing her and Lexa wondering why someone she hardly knows is smiling at her like that.

Raven starts speaking to them, Clarke seeing Anya nod at Raven’s question. She felt her heart drop at the confirmation, the trio looking over at her lunch table as Raven pointed her out. Clarke felt her face flush with embarrassment as she held her hand up half heartedly, giving a pathetic wave.

Lexa had a look of puzzlement on her face, returning the wave politely. Clarke watched as she turned back to Raven and Anya, Raven chatting excitedly before making her way back over to the table.

“So it turns out Anya Woods is your babysitter,” she gloated. “I made sure to tell her that you are Madi are darling angels who never misbehave,”

“I hate you,”

“Relax, I didn’t say that. But she is your babysitter. She’ll be there at seven, so I’ll be there at, say, seven fifteen?”

“You’re not coming over and embarrassing me further. Plus, I’m grounded, remember? Thanks to your brilliant idea of getting wasted last week,”

“I happen to remember you happily going along with it,”

“Yeah, well, I’m full of regrets,”

//

Lexa is doing homework in her and Anya’s shared room when her sister walks in, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I got a last minute invite practice with the Polis U soccer team,”

“Are you serious?” Lexa exclaimed, shutting her textbook loudly and swiveling her chair to face her. “That’s amazing! When?”

“Tonight at seven,” Lexa frowns.

“Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting Madi Griffin then?” she asks.

“Yeah but… I can’t pass up on this opportunity, Lexa. This could lead to a spot on the team and a full scholarship. We both know how much that would help out Dad,”

“So you’re bailing?” Lexa gawked, watching her sister gather her hair into a high bun before moving to her closet to find an outfit.

“I’m not bailing, I’m simply replacing myself,” Anya said, back turned towards Lexa as she rummaged through her closet. She purposefully did not face her sister as she said this.

“With who?”

“Funny you should ask…”

“Oh no,” Lexa knew where Anya was going with this. “You’re not doing this to me,”

“Come on, Lex! How long have you liked this girl? Literally over a decade. And this is the perfect opportunity to get to know her better, it’s basically the premise of a porno. Plus it would really help me out, please?”

Lexa rolled her eyes, jaw set as her mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen tonight. Chances are she would make a fool of herself, she was never able to function properly around pretty girls. Especially ones she kissed once when she was five.

“Clarke probably won’t even come out of her room. You’ll just be with Madi. You can handle her, can’t you?”

“Of course I can, she’s nine,” Lexa rolled her eyes. “But I don’t want to,”

“Lexa. What’s with it with Clarke Griffin? Usually around girls you’re all game, but with her you become this awkward bumbling mess. It’s so unlike you,”

“Clarke is special,” Lexa said softly. “She’s not just some girl. Not to me,”

“Right. She was the girl. The one who made you realize your raging lesbianism,” Anya smirked, pulling an athletic shirt over her head. “Yet you haven’t made a move in twelve years,”

“She’s out of my league,” Lexa shrugged. “I’ve accepted it. Plus we probably have nothing in common,”

“You both like each other. You have that in common,”

“Shut up. She does not like me,”

“Then go and find out,” Anya grabs her soccer bag out of the closet. “Are you going to make me say please?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,”

“So you’ll do it?”

“I want to hear you say ‘please’ first,”

Anya rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible. I’ll text you the Griffin’s address from my car. They’re expecting you at seven, so get there around six fifty. Thank you so much, Lex,”

She leaves in a hurry before Lexa could protest, saluting her sister as she walks out the door. Lexa sighs, spinning around in her chair as she thinks about what she had gotten herself into.

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Clarke’s sitting on her couch with Madi, a bowl of popcorn mixed with M&M’s between them as they watched episodes of Grace and Frankie.

Abby comes into the room dressed in her scrubs, looking down at her phone. “Anya will be here any minute. I left money on the counter for pizza, and there’s stuff in the pantry to make cookies if you get bored,”

She suddenly whips her head towards the TV when she hears Jane Fonda yell ’fuck!’

“What are you watching?” she asked sharply, folding her arms together as gave her older daughter a pointed look.

“It’s fine, Madi’s old enough,” Clarke rolled her eyes, popping an M&M in her mouth.

“She’s nine, Clarke!”

“Almost ten,” said Madi.

“There’s nothing bad in this show,” Clarke shrugs, just as Lily Tomlin’s character lights up a joint onscreen. Clarke frowned. Perfect timing. “Besides that,”

“This is why mom doesn’t trust you enough to watch me alone,” Madi gloats. “Which is why we need a babysitter.” Clarke glares at her.

“Don’t give her that look, Clarke. She’s right,” Abby placed her hands on her hips. “Turn it off,”

Clarke dramatically sighs. “Fine, I’ll turn on She Ra. Or is Madi too young for that, too?”

Abby doesn’t answer her sarcastic remark because the doorbell decides to ring at that moment. She just shakes her head sternly at Clarke and goes to greet the babysitter.

“You must be Anya,” Clarke heard her mom say when she answers the door. She slumped down on the couch, sighing dramatically as Madi snickered next to her.

“Actually, no,” Clarke froze. She knew that voice. Crap. “She had something come up, so she sent me instead. I hope that’s okay. I’m Lexa,”

[audi0med1c]

Teaser for my Clexa Celebrity AU “Is It Over Now?”

If you’ve been following these messy idiots, we’ve waited quite a long time for them to come face to face again….

(play with sound bc the song hits so hard for these two’s struggle post-breakup🥺)

[butmakeitgayblog]

Teach Me

Ch. 6

It's a Date

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Lexa felt like she was walking on air.

A grin had tugged at the edges of her lips since the second she'd woken up, after having fallen asleep smothering an equally droopy smile into her pillow as she'd replayed the previous day on a loop. 

Because it was stupid, and she was stupid and quite possibly in more trouble than she'd ever been in her entire life.

And yet…

Clarke had kissed her back.

Enthusiastically, if her admittedly overeager imagination wasn't getting the best of her. Which was entirely possible, given the decidedly indecent singular track her mind seemed incapable of straying from. 

Quite plainly, it all always came back to Clarke. 

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