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jordswriteswords · 5 years ago

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I Don't Believe In Magic

A continuation of my Clextober universe. I Don't Believe in Magic is set in the College time of Clexa. I'm always accepting more prompts!

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Lexa drew circles in her notebook with her right hand while her left supported her lazy head. She sighed and flipped the page as the lecturer continued to drone on about mythology. She didn't even know why she took this class. It was a joke in one aspect - listening to humans blather on about mythical beings and how eerie and strange they appeared in comparison to their human counterparts - but another part of her longed to find some similarities between herself and the humans.

She easily found one - they were terrified of one another.

Lexa just didn't understand why.

Her father had scolded her time and time again for being careless with her magic, giving herself away to humans. "You can only rewind someone's memories so often before you run into trouble, Alexandria."

But, Lexa always had a soft spot for humans - always interested in the way they perceived the world and knew that deep down they were more alike than they knew. So, denounced her family tradition of attending the top wizarding school in the world, and accepted the soccer scholarship offered to her by Arkadia University.

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Clarke Griffin was on a mission. Her last name carried the power of a world-saving doctor. Unfortunately, it also carried the expectations. But Clarke was always known to defy expectations.

That's why she wanted to go above and beyond her mother's medical degree, and double major in both medicine and art.

It was her greatest ambition.

It was also her stupidest idea.

Because, at eight in the morning, when Clarke could have been sleeping before her three hour Animal Kingdom lab, she was stuck in this stupid Mythology 101 class, learning about creatures that never existed and paintings that didn't capture anything of substance.

She wondered how high some of these painters were when they painted these things. Because scientifically speaking, there was no way a woman could take an inanimate object, like a broom, and create enough velocity and speed to have it fly.

Clarke was a woman of science. She had seen her father beat death twice, all due to the medical advancements of man. Sure, hundreds of years ago it would have been seen as witchcraft, but she was positive that the only magical beings were the things that weren't researched.

She sighed, rubbed her eyes as the sigh turned into a yawn, and flipped the page of her agenda, scheduling her free time into her already packed schedule.

***

"Excuse me, I understand that as a society, we've always been a bit spooked by the unknown, but it just seems like the entire concept of witches were solely based on repressing women. I mean, Medusa only turned the men that raped her into stone, but she's spoken of like a villain. Women who showed any sort of forward thinking in Salem were hunted down for witchcraft. I think that maybe we should be discussing the mental health of the accusers than the 'magical powers' of the accused."

Lexa's ears perked up at the husky voice in the midst of destroying the lecturers current argument. Not that she knew what it was, zoning out into a state of semi-consciousness as the monotonous voice of the lecturer carried on.

She looked across the room, noting the long blonde hair and dark blue leather jacket sitting in the front row. She felt her heart do a funny thing then - it beat with a staccato rhythm, every pound precise as she gazed at the girl.

The beating of her heart was so loud that the rest of the argument was lost to the sharp beat in her ears.

Before she could snap her fingers to bring herself closer, the lecturer had dismissed the class, and the blonde was the first one out of her seat.

Lexa grumbled, wishing that at this moment she could snap her fingers to catch up to the blonde. Instead, she had to hustle down the stairs from the back of the class, her shoulder bag flopping against her bare leg.

She caught her just as she had stepped out of the building. "Hey!" Lexa said.

The blonde didn't turn around. Lexa ran past her and came to a stop just in front, doubled over and gasping for breath. She held her hand up to the blonde to ask her to wait.

"I really don't have time for this," Clarke sighed.

"I just -," Lexa gasped. "I wanted to - whoo," she panted, "I wanted to tell you that I liked what you said back there."

Clarke quirked a brow.

"About witch hunting."

"Oh," Clarke laughed. She let her eyes trail up and down Lexa's lithe figure, noting the purple soccer shirt she wore and the short soccer shorts that left little to the imagination. "No one really believes in that stuff anyway. Witches? Goblins? It's just stuff parents tell their kids to behave."

"Maybe we could discuss that? Over coffee?" Lexa asked.

Clarke's grip tightened on her bookbag. "Thanks, but I don't believe in magic. It was nice meeting you…" she trailed off, waiting for the brunette to say her name.

"Lexa, and you will."

"Lexa," Clarke repeated. "It was nice meeting you. See you next week." And with that, the blonde was off.

"Is that the face of a girl who has been sorely rejected?" The dark figure asked as it stepped out of the shadows of the building.

"I'd ask you how much you heard, but I know you're a lurker," Lexa replied, not bothering to look over her shoulder and acknowledge her sister.

Anya laughed and slapped her sister on the back. "I'm not a lurker, I just happened to leave class at the same time. She's cute."

"She's human," Lexa said.

"And yet, that's never bothered you."

"Of course not," Lexa said with a cheeky smirk.

***

"Oh my God," Raven gasped.

Clarke looked up from her notes for a second to check that her friend was okay.

"Who is that hottie? How have I never seen her before?"

Clarke glanced over her shoulder, much to Raven's protest. "Don't look! Oh my God, you make it so obvious!"

The only person Clarke saw was the long brown hair of the soccer player in her class - Lexa.

"Lexa?" She asked her best friend. "The brunette?"

"Screw the brunette, I mean the blonde sitting with her!" Raven said. "She's hot."

"They're both hot," Clarke commented offhandedly. "They're probably together."

Almost as if being summoned, Lexa and her companion stood from their table and walked towards Clarke and Raven.

"Be natural, but they're headed this way," Raven said. She adjusted her posture to sit up taller, pushing her chest out.

"Totally natural," Clarke teased. She bowed her head just slightly, pretending to be deep into her work. For some ungodly reason, the idea that Lexa was walking towards her was unsettling.

"Hey Clarke," Lexa said, stopping by the table. She adjusted the strap of her satchel on her shoulder. She held a regal posture, swagger and confidence seeping from her core. "What's up?"

Clarke looked at her, stunned by the intensity of the green eyes - ethereal in their beauty. She hadn't seen a pair of eyes quite that colour - as though it was constantly shifting when she finally found the name to match the shade. They were light at first, but the longer Clarke stared, the darker they appeared.

"Oh, hey, um…" She was so taken aback by the girl's eyes that she fumbled over her name.

"Lexa," Lexa answered for her. The quirk of her lips disappeared at the rejection. Her eyes shifted to a sharp green before they dropped to her shoes. Her cheeks turned red in embarrassment. "I um," she shook her head. "Nevermind."

Anya cleared her throat.

Embarrassed that the girl she hadn't stopped thinking about could barely remember her, Lexa swung her bag wildly to knock the pile of books in front of Raven to the floor and hustled off, her cheeks hot with embarrassment.

"Hey!" Raven yelled after her.

Lexa got all the way to the parking lot before the sound of the raspy voice she was enamored with got her to slow down.

"Hey!" Clarke yelled. "Lexa!"

Lexa stopped walking, pulling in a deep breath into her chest. Lexa Woods was better than some silly embarrassment. She turned, cocky smile on her lips and ready to greet Clarke again, but anything she had been planning disappeared with a sharp pang in her cheek and a hollow thud only she could hear.

She fell back onto her butt, her outstretched arms the only thing stopping her from hitting her head.

"You know, you're such a dick. Bullying someone with a disability isn't going to make me want to be your friend! You may be the school sweetheart because you can kick a ball, but Raven is so much more than you'll ever be."

Lexa gaped at the blonde, confused by her words and impressed by the ache in her jaw.

"Just leave me alone, and don't you ever put your hands on Raven or her things ever again!" She turned and stormed away before Lexa could even get a word in.

***

"You're a genius!" Anya sighed, throwing her bag onto the counter of her shared apartment with Lexa.

"Yay," Lexa said sarcastically.

Anya pouted down at her sister and flopped down onto the couch beside her. She flicked her wrist and an ice bag hit Lexa in the face.

"Ouch," Lexa whined. She adjusted it to press against the blossoming bruise she had received from Clarke.

"Raven's human, but the science she used to fuse her spine and create that brace to allow her to walk is practically magic. She's so open minded. Not to mention, beautiful. She and I are going out tomorrow."

Lexa sighed and smiled at her sister. "I'm happy for you."

"I'm sorry Blondie KO'd you. I cleared it all up and told her that you were just incredibly clumsy."

Lexa shrugged.

***

"Hey," Lexa said to the blonde as she entered her Mythology class. She wanted to clear the air and apologize to Raven. "Listen, about yesterday - I didn't -"

"I know," Clarke sighed. "Raven already yelled at me. I'm a little overprotective. Sorry about the left hook."

Lexa smiled down at the girl, and shifted her satchel. "I think it's hot," she said. Her eyes widened, and she looked away, her cheeks dusting pink at her slip.

"Well " Clarke said, pulling at the edge of her textbook, "I'm really sorry. I thought you did it on purpose."

"I did," Lexa answered, nodding at the blonde, "but not for the reasons you think."

Clarke quirked a brow.

"My sister wanted to meet Raven. I had promised to introduce her, but you couldn't remember my name and I was embarrassed. But, I never break a promise, so," Lexa shrugged one shoulder.

Clarke looked down at her text. "Yeah," she breathed.

The lecturer walked in at that moment, and Lexa sent one last look at the girl before heading up the auditorium steps to her seat.

She spent the entire class picturing blonde hair and blue eyes.

***

"Hey, Lexa?" Clarke called out to her as they exited the building. It was pouring rain, most students huddling under the awning as they prepared to race to their next class.

Lexa turned and smiled at the blonde. Clarke was struck again by her beauty. "What a miserable day," she said. "It'd be a good day for a warm drink."

Lexa might have had a witty response if she weren't so preoccupied of the way the little clouds of condensation curled out of Clarke's lips when she spoke.

Clarke chuckled. "About that coffee," she said, hands tightening on her textbooks. " I have eighteen minutes until I have to get to my next class. Would you like to join me?"

Lexa smiled and Clarke blinked rapidly, swearing she saw the green of her eyes shift to a lighter shade.

"Do you feel that?" She asked Clarke.

"Feel what?" Clarke asked, unable to pull her gaze from the brunette even as the girl stepped out into the rain. She was thoroughly soaked when she turned back to Clarke.

Her smile was blinding in it's intensity. "The magic in the air."

"I don't believe in magic," Clarke called, cheeky smile on her lips.

Lexa ran back up the steps next to her and produced an umbrella seemingly out of nowhere with her clothes remarkably dry.

"You will."

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adistantstarblog · 5 years ago

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Behind the Scenes

(A Clexa Au)

“It’s almost time,” Lexa whispered, standing in the wings of the stage. Clarke looked over at her girlfriend, dressed as Hippolyta. She remembered when Lexa had got the part they both laughed at the name,

“You can never name a girl that!” Clarke had protested.

“Well you could back then, Clarke.” Lexa beamed at her, kissed her on the lip.

“But you don’t even look like a Hippolyta!”

Lexa laughed, “that’s a good thing, I think?” she shrugged a little. But she couldn’t stop bouncing on her heels with excitement, “you’re going to help me practice it right??”

“Of course,” Clarke had laughed, “how could I turn down an amazonian queen with a magical girdle??”

Lexa snorted, took her by the upper arms and leaned in and kissed her on the lips before saying, “magical girdle, huh? I think you just want in my pants.”

But now it was opening night, and Lexa looked so nervous, she was twisting her hands and Clarke could tell that she was going through lines in her head. So leaning in Clarke kissed her on the lips. Lexa blinked quickly and looked up at her> Clarke gripped her girl by the shoulders, “you know this part, babe...inside out, backwards..” she nodded quickly to reassure her, “you’re going to nail this, okay?”

“Okay.” Lexa smiled bravely at her.

“Places, everyone!” Indra, the director of the calls called out, “Curtain in five minutes!!”

Clarke looked toward it in time to see other actresses and actors scrambling about to get into their places. Including John who played Philostrate, and Lincoln who had the role of Theseus. But Lexa hadn’t moved and Indra bellowed,

“Lexa! That means you!”

“Coming!” Lexa called out. She turned and looked at Clarke and their eyes met again. Clarke smiled at her and checked her over, her hair was perfect and it was hard to see her really through the heavy stage makeup. But she could see her girlfriend’s nervous green eyes. She squeezed her hand, “time for you to go.”

“Clarke…..” Lexa whispered. She didn’t show nerves often, in front of anyone. But Clarke knew where to look for them and squeezed her hand again,

“You got this baby. And I’m gonna be right in the front row cheering you on.”

Lexa laughed softly, “don’t cheer too loudly. It’s not a football game.” she tried to tease. Clarke just laughed, kissed her hand, and slowly backed away, “break a leg...but not really okay?”

“Got it, Clarke.” Lexa laughed.

“One minute!” Indra shouted, and quick as she could, Clarke dashed off the stage and ran down the ramp and around the side to slide into her seat in the front row near Raven. She was holding her breath and didn’t even know it. She stared at the red curtain, waiting for it to go up.

“Breathe, Clarke.” Raven shouldered her.

“I can’t help it. All she’s wanted to do is be an actress.” she pulled in the breath though. The next thing she knew, the house lights were dimming..down and the curtain went up and so did the stage lights, illuminating a moderate set that was supposed to be the Palace of Theseus, Lexa was just entering at the side of the stage, walking with Lincoln and John. Lincoln’s was the opening line,

“Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour draws on apace; four happy days bring in another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow this old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, like to a step-dame or a dowager long withering out a young man's revenue.” Lincoln glanced at Lexa.

Lexa answered, “four days will quickly steep themselves in night” the trio stopped in the middle of the stage, “four nights will quickly dream away the time…” Clarke had her hands in front of her chest and was whispering the lines along with her, “and then the moon, like to a silver bow new-bent in heaven…”

“-Clarke,” Beside her, Raven her off.

“-what??” she hissed under her breath, not taking her eyes off of Lexa who was deeply in character right now and Clarke was still whispering the lines right along with her, “..shall behold the night of our solemnities.”

“Will you hush??” Raven elbowed her, “I’m trying to watch!”

“Okay!” Clarke gave in, “okay!” she slumped in her chair, watching her girlfriend command the stage. Soon she was smiling and lost in the play. Lexa captured Hippolyta perfectly and Clarke laughed at the irony.

It was going to be a really good night

#Clexa #Clexa fanfic #DistantStar

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eris223 · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @kokkoro

rules: tag people you want to know better/catch up with then answer these questions.

Three ships: clexa, lexark (I realize it’s basically the same as clexa, don’t @me. I like what I like), and wayhaught

Last song: Here You Come Again by Dolly Parton

Last movie: Practical Magic

Current craving: queso!!!

Currently reading: The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

Tagging @misscamomille @dontcha-wanheda @halffoolhalfempty

#this was fun!#thanks kokkoro

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ecfandom · 6 years ago

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Okay here’s the finished part one:

Okay here me out...headcannon idea 5,471

It could play out as Clexa if you really want it to, but it wouldn’t really work for you guys, I don’t think, because the “Lexa” character is nothing like Lexa, appearance wise. But I’ll put the Clexa character equivalents in quotes so you can decide for yourself.

Indie folk/alt rock/pop (genres are for suckers ok) up and coming sensation Lucy Rose (Clarke) needs a new lead guitarist.

Lead rock guitarist Rex Mason (Lexa)...might need a new band? They don’t know, they haven’t decided yet. (Oh yeah, check out those pronouns, get em right.) It’s been a year since they found out that their long-time girlfriend, lead singing of their top of the charts rock band, has also been fucking the drummer for the entire European tour. Awesome. Not only that, but it comes out in a highly, public, excruciatingly embarrassing way for Rex, and they’re mortified. Shit kind of goes down on stage, and it’s...not great. Makes them think, to hell with all this, I’ve always wanted real house plants (you know, because the touring thing makes domestic life impossible). They’re thinking maybe they’re done with music. Except their not, but by the time they’re ready to get back into it, things are...kinda hard? All the good bands are full, and the ones with openings well...they don’t want a hot head rock guitarist who got into a fist fight with their drummer on stage.

So when Rex’s manager calls and tells them to check out this new band that needs a guitarist, they take a look and...well, it’s not rock. But what the hell, do they want to play, or not?

Cue Lucy Rose’s auditions and...it’s not great. She’s practically falling asleep along with her other band mates, manager and producer. Are there no more good guitarists out there in the world? She’s about to call it quits and re-write her shit to make it for one guitar voice that her bassist could play when the doors creak open and someone walks in.

Not just someone, Rex Mason...the Rex Mason, probably the best shredder music has seen in a long, long time. And they look...well, hell, they look really, really good. The short, blonde boycut and chiseled features on that long, lanky, but strong body is...well, let’s just say Lucy sits up in her seat and blinks herself awake. God, also their arms? The sleeveless tank is just rude, honestly.

Rex has got their usual look going on, but it’s a little more casual. The black skinny jeans replace the leather ones Lucy is used to seeing them wear on stage. Still has about fifteen rings on, Lucy notes with a grin. The septum piercing is not usually her thing, but on Rex...Lucy could dig it. Wait, wait, what is she doing? She’s here to listen for a good sound, not pick out a new lover.

She shakes herself and makes her sit up and listen. Rex’s voice is smooth and quiet and deep as they introduce themselves, not really looking at anyone in particular, just there to do the job and get it done. They’re shy, Lucy realizes, and finds herself shocked. She never would have pegged Rex for the shy type.

Per usual, Rex is magic on the guitar. There’s no way Lucy could say no to that talent...her band needs it...and yet, she finds herself hesitant. What would a musician like Rex, want with a band like hers? It wasn’t a good fit, and if Lucy knew anything about musicians, it was that it didn’t matter how good the band was, if the music wasn’t a right fit for the artistry of the musician, it wouldn’t last. And the last thing she wanted was to have to go through this process all over again in a month. So she takes a deep breath and says,

“Thanks, Rex. As usual, you sound great.” She smiles at the tiniest of tiny quirks in Rex’s lips that the compliment elicits. “We’ll call you, okay?” She says, ignoring the looks from her bandmates and manager telling her she’s insane for not signing Rex on the spot.

When Rex is almost out the door she adds, “Hey, it’s good to see you back. Music is better with you in it. Don’t disappear.”

Rex just looks at her for a moment, then nods and walks out of the room.

It’s a swarm as soon as the doors close. Lucy’s drummer is all “Have you lost your fucking mind?” and her keyboardist is all, “She is the hottest thing I have ever seen,” and the bassist corrects her with “they” before Clarke can and her manager is all “Are you high?” to which she gives him a stern look because her hard fought for sobriety is not a joke. He backs off instantly, realizing his misstep as her producer leans and says, “You think Rex will back out in a month or two if you sign them, don’t you.” And Clarke nods because, yeah...Rex was born to shred the hell out of rock music. And yet...she let her mind wander...some of her music had some pretty great guitar lines to them, maybe Rex would....no. She shook her head, stopping that day dream in its tracks. She was certain. Rex wouldn’t work out.

“It’s not a good fit,” is all she says.

Her producer nods.”I could see that. But she’s certainly very good. The best we’ll find. The best anyone would find.”

“They.”

“What?”

“Rex goes by they.”

“Oh, right,” the producer says, nodding in memory of the Rolling Stones article that had been done on the band Rex had been in, and the mini profiles of each band member giving little known facts about them. Like the fact that Rex was nonbinary. “Well, it couldn’t hurt to talk to them. See what they’re looking for. Most people think Rex’s career is over because of SXSW. Maybe they’d happily take this gig.”

“It’s not like we’re no one,” her manager butts in, “I mean you are Lucy Rose. Everyone and their mother wants to tour with you.”

Lucy laughs, shaking her head. She’s good, true, but they were still new. She wasn’t sure what to expect for this guitar opening. She thought about it, maybe her producer was right. Maybe they could just talk. “Can you get me Rex’s number?” She asked.

“Oh, we’ll talk to their people. Set that up.”

“No,” Lucy mused, shaking her head. “I want to reach out myself.” When they look at her like she’s crazy again, she sighs. “Rex is still hurting,” she says quietly, “I don’t want bullshit politics to mar their return to music. Let me just talk to them, see what’s going on upstairs. Then I’ll know.”

#headcanon idea

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clexaao3feed · 6 years ago

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Make Christmas Your Bitch

by AndiLand (AndiMarquette)

Clarke Griffin is an established artist who owns a gallery in Polis, outside Washington, D.C. Lexa Woods is an attorney based in New York City. She and Clarke have been friends for years, since they met in college, and there have always been sparks, but for whatever reasons, the timing just wasn't right, though their friends have been shipping them practically forever and trying to get them together.

Finally, this Christmas, they've each decided it's time to tell the other how they really feel. So they both come up with rather elaborate plans to do just that (because Clexa, amirite?), made easier because Lexa will be in Polis.

But, of course, when you've got secret plans and a bunch of well-meaning friends stirring the pot, things might get a little confusing.

P.S. this is mostly total fluff with some smut thrown in. Also, Clexa is endgame.

POVs: mostly Clarke and Lexa, but for funsies, there are brief scenes from Octavia's POV, Raven's POV, and Anya's POV.

Standard disclaimer: I don't own these characters (except the ones I made up) or anything else to do with The 100. I'm just here writing Clexa fanfic.

Words: 21609, Chapters: 5/10, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Anya (The 100), Harper (The 100), Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Lincoln (The 100), lexa woods, Niylah (The 100), a few others I made up

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa, Anya/Raven Reyes, Anya & Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Octavia Blake & Lincoln, Abby Griffin/Marcus Kane, Abby Griffin & Marcus Kane

Additional Tags: Clexa, Slow Burn Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Friends to Lovers, Secret Santa, Christmas Magic, Christmas Fluff, Eventual Smut, Clexmas, holiday fluff, Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, longtime friends to lovers finally jfc just do it, I'm a sucker for holiday fluff #sorrynotsorry, Clexa is Endgame

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outlyingoutlier · 6 years ago

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Fanfic trope mashup: #32 and 55. My preference is for Clexa, but you are more than welcome to chose the ship.

Pregnancy and established relationship. I see you wanted to start off with a difficult one. You may think I’m kidding, but I’m not. Not at all. What are the difficulties here? Well, if you’re talking in-canon, this has already been written, and written very, very well by others. If you’re talking AUs, well… Let me fess up right here, right now. Pregnancy is a favored trope for me, but I can’t say that it’s necessarily a wholesome one. If we look back in time, tween and teen Outlier used to read a metric fuckton of romance novels. Harlequin, historical, those ones where there were blue stockings and rogues and many an accidental pregnancy. That’s where it’s at for me - accidental. If we trace this back to its root, my love of these is because they provide irrefutable proof that someone(s) have been up to some shenanigans they would have preferred for no one to know about. That’s right - it can’t just be an accidental pregnancy. It has to be one that reveals the torrid affair between the two characters that really, really didn’t want to get caught.

How do you accomplish that between two uteruses? Well, there has to be powerful magic, future tech sufficiently advanced to be indistinguishable from magic, possibly some kind of alien shenanigans, or someone has to have a dick (granted, this can also be a flare up of powerful magic).

I don’t think this particular combination specifies that the established relationship has to be a known relationship, and if it does, consider this me exploiting a loophole. We’ll travel back to my misspent youth, I think, for inspiration.

Lexa, more formally Lady Alexandra Woods of Woods House, is a bit of a boffin.

Society has no room for lady boffins, of course, but it doesn’t matter how many times her petition to join the Society of Natural History has been rejected. No one attends her lectures other than a few rather suspect suffragettes? That’s fine too. All that matters is that Lexa has peace and quiet and a reasonably well-stocked laboratory. She also needs a rather sturdy pair of boots, because the focus of all her of considerable mental energy necessitates tromping through the forest. (We won’t narrow that down, because it’s a rabbit hole and I won’t crawl out of it for days. Weeks maybe.) Nevermind, we need an object. It’s a bird. It’s a rare bird, and as someone who is not an ornithologist, I cannot exactly explain why it’s so very, very interesting at this exact moment.

Clarke? Well, let’s be honest. She’s a bit of an odd one. Her mother, you see, has a bit of a reputation. Do you have an illness the local quack can’t cure? I suppose you’ll need to sneak out to the not at all frightening, remote, somewhat rundown cabin and hope Dr. Griffin will help you. Keep in mind the rumors that she killed her husband for sins as yet unknown. You’re taking your life in your hands, but if no one else can make your baby stop crying or figure out what to do about that wound that’s starting to smell very, very suspicious… Well, maybe a little coin and proper deference will be enough to keep Dr. Griffin in check. Her daughter? A bit of a wild thing. When she does come to town, which is rarely, she has a habit of managing to nearly barter away your hearth and home for what you realize later is perhaps of questionable value, but when she’s there in front of you, it all seems to make sense.

No one knows what she does with her time when she’s not haggling them into poverty, but she always seems to have vials clinking around in the pockets of her cloak and bits of greenery stuck here and there. It’s best not to call her a witch to her face (or behind her back for that matter), but the evidence all seems to add up, doesn’t it?

Not that Lexa would believe in all of that poppycock, if she even knew who Clarke was. She’s too occupied with other things, notably the habitats and habits of the Red-Sashed MacGuffin. And lo and behold, she tracks an entire family down to what seems to be the oddest garden she’s ever seen, outside of a cabin that looks more like it crashed into existence than anything else. The incredibly belligerent young woman who appears to live there doesn’t seem all that interested in Lexa’s explanations about the scientific opportunities to be found if only she could set up camp there in its midst, sowing chaos with her well-soled boots. She practically mows down one of Clarke’s most valuable herbs, and no, Clarke doesn’t care if they look like weeds. They were important.

What’s that? Lexa claims that her family actually owns all of this land and Clarke and her mother are squatters? She’s going to evict them? All over a (honestly magnificent) bird? Their argument takes them deeper into the forest because Lexa doesn’t seem all that interested in Clarke’s angry rants and Clarke’s not going to have her life uprooted by an avian adventurer. The thing is - they’re not the only things in these woods. Legend has it they’re haunted by some kind of monster, something that’s called this forest its home for generations. Something from before, when the land wasn’t home to lady boffins and ragged possible witches, and it doesn’t take kindly to all of the bickering.

They make it out okay and find a comfy cave in which to hide, but that doesn’t really help the really rather ghastly slash Lexa has taken to the thigh. It’s bleeding an alarming amount, so much so that Clarke feels she has no choice but to administer one of her experimental new concoctions. Through careful research and some rather dodgy old tomes, she’s pieced it together. The miracle drug - it creates life. Lexa needs her skin to knit back together so that she doesn’t exit this mortal coil? Well, drink up, and sit back because the binding needs to be tight. There’s no need for modesty. It’s literally a life and death situation, and for all that it’s a lovely thigh, Clarke has other priorities.

Now, though, with Lady Alexandra Woods of Woods House mending in a cave and unable to move, the town is atwitter. Clarke stays out of it. How would she know where the Lady has gone? Besides, it wouldn’t do anyone any good to let them know that Lady Woods is recuperating quite well, thank you very much, even if it is in a cave and even if she is being tended by a not-quite-witch. Medicine isn’t magic, even though Clarke is very pleased to see that each phial sees a corresponding improvement.

There’s a certain intimacy to caring for someone, though. Bringing her food and water, making sure she’s safe from the elements, helping her down to the stream to bathe. Clarke hadn’t really wanted to get to know the imperious lady boffin, but she can’t help but appreciate her smarts and her logic and her… well, her less intellectual assets. So maybe Lexa unexpectedly kisses her in gratitude one day when Clarke brings her a special treat. So maybe Clarke’s fingers linger a little longer than necessary when checking the progress of the wound. So maybe there’s no therapeutic value in accidentally ravishing her patient. These things happen.

The town is beside itself when Lady Woods returns only slightly worse for wear with a tale of adventure battling the unseen creature haunting the deepest forest. (She’ll have to write a monograph when she has time. The Society can’t deny her entry with that in hand.) It’s surely no right thing for a Lady, all this tromping about, and look what happened to her. Not that Lady Lexa seems to care. She takes her picnic basket and notebook out with her every day, though the kitchens do find it odd that she asks them to pack lunch for two. And if the younger Griffin no longer comes to town to take the very shirt from their back, it’s probably a coincidence.

The problem? It isn’t long before lunch for two isn’t sufficient, and since when have these walks left her faint, Lexa wonders? Why aren’t her favorite skirts fitting anymore? She’s getting more exercise, not less, what with her daily excursions to visit a certain not witch elusive bird. What was it that medicine did again, Clarke? Stimulate life? And you got the formula from what book, exactly?

Well. This is going to be quite the conundrum, isn’t it?

#surprisingly there are no dicks here

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bandydear · 7 years ago

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things that are lesbian culture

Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

Charmed (1998-2006)

The Craft (1996) dir. Andrew Fleming

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1996-2003)

The decade: 1996-2006

Witch fiction

W.I.T.C.H

Not the Winx Club, that is straights appropriating gay culture

The L Word

Hating that you have an opinion on The L Word

Jenny had it coming, okay

XENA (1995-2001)

Being really into the Spice Girls and not really knowing why but they were marketed a lot and then you look back at it now and going “ohhhhhh”

Needing to check the tags to make sure which blonde/brunette pairing fanart this is

Clexa discourse

Wicked

Yelling any time someone mentions Glee

Flannels, plaids, and plaid flannels

Moving in after one month

Getting engaged after two months

Breaking up after three months

Any posts on tumblr about Virginia Woolf/Vita Sackville-West

Being limited by a very small dating pool so having all of your exes know each other

Long Distance Relationships

Carmilla (2014-2016)

Bait-hate relationship with The CW

Lucy Lawless

Lucy Diamond

Lucy Quinn Fabray

Luce from Imagine Me & You (2005) dir. Ol Parker

The name Lucy

Knowing every gay/bi female character in Western comics

INSISTING THAT BARBARA GORDON IS A LESBIAN

and being right

Shego

Your Sailor Moon phase is actually just your whole life

Stevie Nicks

Swords

Bows and arrows

#this is mostly me joking #written by a bisexual so take it with a grain of salt #lesbians

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asroarke · 7 years ago

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The 100 Ask

Tagged by @sly2o who I love so dearly and deserves all the lovely gift baskets in the world for being a delightful human

rules: answer as many as you want if tagged and then tag three more people OR just reblog it and treat it as a regular ask meme!! have fun xoxo

1. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? Pretty sure I would jokingly kick or throw something to dramatically show that I was angry with someone (because that’s the kind of diva I am) and actually break something important in the process, potentially one of the basic things that the rest of the Ark needs to survive.

2. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? I’d probably resist as long as it was convenient but as soon as they started saying I had to take off my wrist band to get food, I’d give in.

3. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) the corpse of Finn Collins Pauna

4. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? SHAWN MENDES

5. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? Okay, well Bellamy can’t go or else I’ll be distracted. In that same logic, Clarke can’t go either. My bisexual heart flutters at the sight of both of them. Raven would drive the rover. Jasper would DJ. Monty would explain smart things to me and I would just awkwardly nod. I’m gonna throw Miller in there so I can try to set them up for fucks sake. And Murphy will have to be there, for commentary purposes.

6. Minty or Briller? Minty. But really, I’m totally here for the Miller x Jackson train.

7. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!): Aleks?

8. Thoughts on Finn? Just casually annoyed about the fact that homie didn’t even have to try to get two of the most fascinating, smart, and beautiful women in the 100 universe. Like how fair is that? I try really hard and just last week I blew it by stuttering when a girl said something nice to me and then told her I needed to go see what the weather was like and then hid in the bathroom for five minutes as I gave myself a pep talk. I want like 10% of the confidence Finn Collins had for literally no reason.

9. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? It would have been soooo easy to get me to take the chip. Someone would just have to say my mental health problems would leave me alone and I would give the fuck in.

10. What character do you relate to most & What character do you like the least not including the obvious ones like Pike, etc… I relate the most to Clarke in the way that she isolates herself, her bisexuality, her communication patterns... I relate with Raven because I’m quite familiar with chronic pain. The character I like the least is Thelonious Jaha. I find him to be quite preachy and arrogant, but don’t really see why he gets to be that way considering how many bad decisions he has made.

11. Describe your delinquent outfit: Okay, I want Jasper’s earth day t-shirt, Raven’s red jacket or Clarke’s blue jacket, steal a beanie from Miller, some tight pants that don’t look practical but magically never hinder my ability to run through the forest for plot reasons, AND THEM COMBAT BOOTS.

12. Favorite type of mutant animal? does Cage Wallace count Pauna

13. What would your job be on the Ark? A really terrible mechanic that Raven roasts constantly but secretly likes because I start my day by telling her she’s a genius and she replies with “I know”

14. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked it? There is no way in hell I would have been in that room when that decision took place because I would literally still be chipped and no one would bother to take the time to fix me like they did with Raven and Abby because I am a soft lazy soul not made for this survival world, but if I was there and it had to be done, probably (and I’d have a panic attack while doing it)

15. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, then who would make the best commander? Indra (season 4 Indra, not early Indra)

16. If you were a grounder, then where would you live and who would be your mentor? Oh God there are no good options here in my opinion. I’m gonna say Azgeda just so Roan could be my mentor (I love him) but like I’m not crazy about Azgeda for all the crazy plot reasons.

17. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? You would find me having very intense, intellectual debates with... absolutely no one. I’m talking to someone I hallucinated, likely an ex boyfriend from years ago who still deserves to be put in his place.

18. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? I mean, I don’t think there was a right way to deal with it. Rehabilitation, maybe if they lived in a world without insane war and had actual guidance from actual adults (who weren’t raised on the Ark and ingrained with the death penalty for all crimes mentality)

19. Who should be the Chancellor, if anyone? Who should be? Probably Bellamy, but I don’t want him to be because I don’t think it would be good for him. I’m actually gonna go with Monty because I think he would take counsel from Bellamy and Clarke, keep a level head, and be able to separate personal feelings from what has to be done... but not to the level that Clarke would. I think he would be a nice in between.

20. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod)What is the one thing you would snatch while there? There’s not a lot that I can think of that I would want for my own personal entertainment, but like maybe a water filtration system? Feel like that would come in clutch.

21. Do you think you’d have caught the virus spread through camp or would you have been immune like Octavia? I am the kind of person who goes to a doctor for one illness and catches another one while I’m in the waiting room. I WILL BE PATIENT ZERO, NO DOUBT.

22. What would your grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? Norse symbol for where there’s a will there’s a way kind of look for my tattooes, want that Octavia ponytail (because fuck that was a good look), and no war paint. My face looks like it melted at the end of the day with my makeup, there’s no telling how messy and tragic my war paint will look after a war. If I’m gonna be a grounder, I’m gonna look damn good doing it.

23. Favorite quote? Whatever the hell we want

24. Can you forgive Murphy for his actions? How about Bellamy? Yes and yes.

25. If one of the characters was in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? I know Octavia is probably the right choice (but she did not win on her own, and I highly doubt she would get as lucky in the real hunger games) so I’m going to say Raven because she’ll be like those tech nerds who made the arena go boom. I think people would team up with her, not really thinking of her as a threat so they could kill her later on, and then she makes everything go boom and wins the damn thing.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite ship? NOT INCLUDING CLEXA OR BELLARKE. Uh Octavia and Illian for least favorite? Like I don’t really think about ships that I do not ship, but their little storyline really freaked me out. Favorite, princess mechanic, forever and always.

27. A song that should be included in the next season, like when Radioactive was? Ummm, obviously it is an accoustic cover of Radioactive done by Shawn Mendes as he emerges from the bunker with everyone else (the accoustic cover he spent the last six years working on, by the way)

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? Omg we would have the snarkiest time as we try to out-asshole each other. We’d be quick buds.

29.Opinion on Emori? Roan? Emori is chill. ROAN IS MY SON AND I MISS HIM SO MUCH AND I’M SO LIVID THAT HE DIED BY BEING DROWNED IN A DAMN WELL?? THAT’S THE MOST OOC NONSENSE I’VE EVER SEEN! IT’S PRINCE ROAN KOM AZGEDA GRANDSON OF THEO SON OF NIA CARETAKER OF THE THRONE AND KEEPER OF THE FLAME FOR CHRISTS SAKE

30. Would you want to be an extra that is killed off in a brutal way? No, I want to be an extra that keeps randomly doing unimportant tasks in the background and when you look me up on IMBD you get a “random teenager who once was seen having a conversation with David Miller” next to my name.

31. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? Uh, Roan. Like why was he banished? What’s going on with him and his mother? What kind of history does he have with Echo? Where was he during the first two seasons of the show? HAS HE EVER GOTTEN LAID BECAUSE THE FACT THAT HE DIDN’T GET WITH ANYONE AFTER GIVING SEX EYES TO LITERALLY EVERYONE MAKES NO DAMN SENSE JROTH?

32. A character you’d bang? Roan. Y’all know I’m Roan trash.

Tagging: @isla1975 @bellamyblakesfreckles @bellamyblake-kru (ignore if you’ve already been tagged. I’m too tired to check.)

#the 100 #tag games #the 100 season 5 #just a lot of me being extra again

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commanderofcandles · 7 years ago

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Clexa hp au Home is where the heart is

Lexa is about to start her sixth year at Hogwarts alongside Raven and Octavia when this new blonde girl transfers from another school. Will it ‘go boom’ as Raven would say, or could it be Lexa’s awakening?

“Need some help here, miss?”

Lexa’s head snapped from where she was looking down and went to hit the shelf she was trying to place her suitcase on.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”

Her hand placed on her head to rub it off to try and make the searing pain go away, Lexa looked to the tall man standing next to her, looking genuinely concerned about her.

“Yes, I’m fine, thanks.”

She hadn’t intended to make her voice sound so exasperated, especially because the older man – maybe about forty or fifty years old – looked like he could give her a hand and she definitely needed that right now. Between her almost missing that train because she couldn’t find it and now the hit that was sure to leave a bump on her head, that trip was not going well so far.

“Good.” The man paused and looked awkwardly at her, as if he was waiting for her to say something, and Lexa stared right back, confused. Eventually, the man cleared his throat and asked, “It’s not your first year, is it?”

Lexa’s eyes widened a little. Of course it wasn’t! She didn’t look like an eleven year old, did she?

“No, I’m on my sixth year,” Lexa answered the man, still looking confused.

“Ah, the best year in my opinion.” She saw a sparkle in the man’s eyes for a second, something looking like nostalgia, then he shook his head and offered a hand. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce myself. Marcus Kane, the new Charms Master.”

Lexa shook his hand and exclaimed. “Oh! Did Professor Flitwick retired?”

Professor Kane lowered his gaze and pursed his lips. “I’m afraid so. He had an… unfortunate accident this summer, and he decided to use that as an opportunity to retire.” He noticed the look of concern on Lexa’s face and quickly added, “But don’t worry. He’s completely healed by now, and he’s fully enjoying his retirement.”

“Good for him,” Lexa smiled. She had always liked professor Flitwick, despite his mighty air and his accent, he had always been nice to his students. Realizing that she hadn’t introduced herself yet, Lexa directed her smile at the new teacher. “Sorry, I didn’t even say my name. Lexa Woods.”

“Nice to meet you, Lexa.” Kane answered and he looked down to the girl’s right. “Need a hand with that?”

Lexa confusedly followed his gaze and noticed her suitcase, still waiting for a charitable hand to put it in its place.

“Oh right! My suitcase! Well, if you don’t mind, that’d be nice.”

“Of course,” Kane said as he crouched down to grab the said suitcase and finally put it on top of the others on the shelf so it wouldn’t fall. “Why didn’t you use magic? It would have been a good practice, especially because I know some students can’t use it much during summer.”

Lexa blushed embarrassedly as she said, “I would have. But I left my wand at Hogwarts.”

Kane’s eyes widened in surprise. “Really? Why would you do that?”

Lexa lowered her gaze on the floor. “Long story short, let’s just say I needed to have a magic-free summer.”

The teacher flashed her a funny look which made her even more uncomfortable, but ended up shrugging his shoulders and smiling at her. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Lexa. I guess we’ll see each other soon at school.”

He started walking off further into the train before Lexa called him back. “Hey! Out of curiosity, are you going to be the head of Ravenclaw now?”

Kane had a small smile as he nodded and Lexa smiled. “That’s my house.”

Kane smiled a little wider before turning on his heels and entering a compartment.

Lexa was relieved, because the new teacher seemed like a nice guy, and though she was going to miss Professor Flitwick, Professor Kane didn’t seem so bad.

Trying to find an empty compartment so she could just sleep during the whole trip, Lexa opened the door to one and took a quick glance inside.

Shit, shut the door quietly and take a step back carefully.

“Lexa!”

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lunarllovely · 7 years ago

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🌸Wooly Scarfs 🌸Warm Hugs 🌸Kittens & Puppies 🌸Soft Kisses 🌸Tealights 💜

Hey gorgeous,🌸What’s your favourite movie? Practical Magic, I used to watch it all the time as a kid and I just love it🌸Kittens & Puppies: Name of your pet or your ideal pet? I’m not sure if this is like the animal I want or what it’s name is gonna be so, my dream animal is either a husky or German Shepherd and their name depends on what they’re like🌸Soft Kisses: Describe your OTP TV show OTP? Definitely Clexa, cause they’re just so strong and soft and they support each other and I LOVE IT🌸Wooly Scarfs: What song do you think relates the most to you? Santa Monica Dream by Angus and Julia Stone, it’s really chill and relaxed and it’s all about doing what you dream to do with the people you love🌸Warm Hugs: Who would you love a hug from right now? Definitely you, babe :)🌸Tealights: Describe a romantic date perfect for you My ideal date is just a normal night out, just hanging out around town and then maybe going star gazing. The sky and stars are such a beautiful place so star gazing is like, the best date.

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Ooh, ooh, can we get a sleepover chapter? Either El going to a friend's OR, a friend comes to stay at their house, or both.

part 20 of the clexa eleven au !

“Plaid pajama set or pink nightgown?” Clarke asks from her spot on your bedroom floor. She holds up both options as if you wouldn’t be able to make the decision without visual aids.

You smile, glad it goes without saying that you want to keep your Grounders tee safe at home. “Plaid.” She tosses them to you and you take your time folding the top and bottoms before placing them in your backpack.

The last time you and Clarke packed a bag together she was “anx-cited” about going to California to meet with one of her graphic design clients. This time you’re the one who’s anx-cited -- and the one who’s leaving.

“So,” Clarke says, “you gonna miss us?”

You shrug one shoulder and focus on smoothing out a crease in the plaid fabric in your lap. “It’s not far.”

“Mmmmhm.” Clarke arches an eyebrow and presses her lips together. “Well we’re gonna miss you, I’ll tell ya that.”

You roll your eyes and the two of you laugh and you try to sink into the comforting familiarity of the moment. But the truth is you will miss them, more than you’d like to admit.

***

Lexa walks you to Lily’s house. It’s kinda silly, because it’s just around the corner and you’ve walked there on your own plenty of times, but when Lexa offered you quickly agreed.

The plan has been in the works ever since you told Lily that your moms want to adopt you. You were standing in the schoolyard during recess, bouncing on your toes to keep warm. After Lily freed you from an extra-suffocating hug she told you, eyes shining with tears, that you have to tell her absolutely everything, but away from the busybodies at school. The only solution, of course, was a sleepover.

So Lily set to work concocting a detailed strategy to get her parents on-board and a few days later, when she gave you the all-clear, you simply asked your moms, who said ‘yes’ practically before you got the question out.

Lexa squeezes your hand as Lily’s house comes into view and you wonder if she can feel the quickening thrum of your pulse. You squeeze back and try to snap yourself out of it.

You’re a child of the system who’s slept in countless lumpy beds in homes run by some unsavory people. But Lily’s queen-sized bed is made of this magical material called “memory foam” and her parents are warm and cheerful, like their daughter, so you can’t fathom why the thought of sleeping over makes you feel a bit queasy inside. It bugs you.

When you reach the doorstep Lexa turns to you before ringing the bell. She cups your chin and waits for you to meet her eyes.

“You’re going to have a great time,” she says, like it’s a fact. “But if you ever want to come home just call. Even if it’s the middle of the night, okay? We won’t mind.”

You want to tell her you’re not a wuss, that you’ve stayed in far worse places without having anyone to call in the middle of the night -- you’ll survive one sleep in Lily’s fancy house. Lexa runs a finger over the crease that’s formed between your brows, and you remember that if anyone understands the kind of nights you once endured, it’s her.

“Okay.” The smile that seemed so far away just seconds ago spreads easily across your face. “I love you, Mum.”

“I love you too, El.” You sink into the warmth of Lexa’s hug, wrapping your arms around her middle. Then it hits you. “Oh no… I forgot! I got distracted by Waffles, and then the phone rang, and then it was time to go...”

You pull away and glance down the street, wondering how long it’ll take you to run back.

“You forgot something?” Lexa places a steadying hand on your shoulder. “What is it? I can go get it.”

You shake your head, that queasy feeling setting back in. “I forgot to tell Ma I love her.”

Just then the front door swings open and Lily’s mom appears behind it.

“I thought I heard voices out here,” she says, smiling at both of you. “Come on in, Eleven. Lily’s anxiously awaiting your arrival in her room.” She cups one hand beside her mouth and switches to a stage whisper. “I believe I heard rumblings about a blanket fort.”

Lexa must read the panic on your face because she pulls you in for another hug.

“Don’t worry,” she murmurs in your ear. “I’ll tell her.”

***

There are, indeed, the beginnings of a blanket fort in Lily’s spacious bedroom. Your friend sets you to work right away, and with each sheet you secure to a bedpost or light fixture you forget a bit more about your earlier misgivings.

The whole bedroom is practically covered in an intricate network of blankets and pillows by the time Lily’s dad calls you down for dinner. As you sit around the table with the family you can’t help but compare it to meals with your moms.

Lily’s dad made steak, which you don’t often have at home, but it’s tender and delicious. Lily dips her meat in ketchup, which her dad dubs “an outrage,” but he’s smiling when he says it.

Lily’s mom is more proper than either of yours. Throughout dinner she reminds Lily of her manners, instructing her to chew with her mouth closed and keep her elbows off the table. At first it makes you self conscious about your own eating habits, but eventually you catch on that Lily is mostly misbehaving on purpose, and that her mom winks at you each time she scolds her daughter.

All families have their weird little games, you think.

After dinner you head straight back to the blanket fort. Lily is one of the few kids in your class who has a TV in their room, and you purposefully built the fort around it so you can still see the screen from the bed. You lie on your stomachs on top of the covers, heads propped up on elbows, and watch cartoons on a cable channel you don’t get at home.

When Lily’s mom calls up that it’s time to get ready for bed a strange feeling settles in your gut. It makes you think of your first night in the group home -- an unshakeable notion that you don’t belong here.

But that makes no sense. You’ve been over Lily’s a million times. Your brain must be mixed up.

You and Lily change into PJs and take turns brushing your teeth, and something about going through the motions of the routine makes you feel better. Once you’re settled under the covers Lily’s dad comes in to tuck you in. He and Lily do an elaborate handshake that ends with kisses on both cheeks, and you hide a smile behind your hand.

It’s strange to see your bold and brassy friend in such a tender moment. When they’re done you think she might make you swear not to tell anyone what you’ve seen, but all she does is give you a toothy smile before sticking out her tongue. You grin back, happy that you have a friend who has never once doubted that she’s loved.

Lily’s dad leans over his daughter and holds up his hand, palm facing you. “Up top, kiddo.” You giggle as you give him a high-five, trying not to think about how the pet name makes reminds you of your Mama. (You definitely don’t wonder what your moms are doing at this very moment, or worry about where Waffles will sleep tonight. Absolutely not.)

After Lily’s dad leaves and turns off the bedroom light, you hear Lily throw off her covers and start rummaging for something under the bed.

“Ah ha!” she says, and then you’re blinking into a blinding light. “Oh, sorry.” She points the flashlight away from you as she climbs back into bed. “It’s just, I want to hear about your adoption proposal and I obviously need to see your face.”

***

In your and Lexa’s favorite show -- the one about a pawn shop that buys antiques -- the book expert often wears white gloves when handling priceless texts, to make sure she doesn’t damage them. You really wish you had a pair of those gloves right now as you balance “The Story of Us” on your lap.

Lily clamps a hand over her mouth as she squeals at the sight of it. Once she gets ahold of her excitement she balances the flashlight on a pillow and aims the light at the sketchbook. For a moment you worry she might try to turn the pages herself, but she wraps her arms around herself, like she’s trying to keep from bursting.

“Okay,” she says after taking a deep breath. “I’m ready.”

You take her through the story, letting her read each page before explaining what you were thinking the first time you saw it. At this point you practically have the words memorized, but reading it again through someone else’s eyes is thrilling. It doesn’t hurt that Lily squeaks and sighs at every little thing.

When you get to one of your favorite pages -- the one with “And now it’s time for them to live happily ever after…” -- Lily makes a hiccuping sort of sound. But you keep going, too caught up in your narration to stop.

“By this point my moms were a mess,” you whisper. “They were sitting on either side of me -- I think I mentioned that -- and I couldn’t look at them, but I could tell they were almost crying. My heart was beating so fast, Lil. I didn’t know what was coming next, but deep down I think maybe I did, you know?”

You turn to the page with the family portrait, explaining how you held your breath when it dawned on you that Clarke had drawn a glimpse of the future.

The muffled voices of Lily’s parents coming up the stairs make you realize you’re no longer whispering, and you pause in case they’re coming to tell you to go to sleep. A door somewhere down the hall clicks closed and their voices fade, but you keep quiet. That weird feeling has snuck up on you again and you can’t shake the thought that you’re not supposed to be here.

Lily cuddles in closer, resting her head on your shoulder, and pokes your hand that’s poised to turn the page. You scold yourself for getting too soft before continuing on.

You’ve read this story more times than you can count, but the last page still makes your eyes sting. It’s “the proposal,” as Lily puts it. When they ask if they can keep you forever.

“Well?” Lily’s voice sounds hoarse. “What did you say? What did you do??”

You let out a quiet laugh. “I burst into tears.”

You wait to feel embarrassed by the admission, but it never comes.

***

Lily’s out like a light the second her head hits the pillow, but you can’t sleep.

This house is too quiet -- it doesn’t have radiators that hiss or a cat whose purr rattles through the night. Your mind, on the other hand, is too loud -- you can’t stop imagining Waffles curled up alone at the foot of your bed, or mute the voice in your head that thinks maybe, just maybe, your moms are happy to have a night without you for once.

You know it’s not true. The evidence is there in the sketchbook tucked safely back in your backpack and in next week’s appointment with an adoption lawyer, written in block letters on the post-it stuck to the fridge. But you know two things can be true at once; your moms can love you and still want time to themselves. That’s what date night is, after all. But what if a whole night child-free -- Eleven-free -- makes your moms realize how much they missed being a family of two?

You squeeze your eyes shut, but all you see is a post-it note falling to the floor.

Dr. Kapoor once told you that when your mind starts going to a bad place you should try focusing on the present, so that’s what you do. You listen to the rhythm of Lily’s breathing, watch the clock on the bedside table turn from 12:27 to 12:28, note the scent of Clarke’s favorite fabric softener on your pajamas.

That last one makes you smile. Your moms got in one of their fake arguments over fabric softener once, before you knew them very well. It was one of the first times the three of you went to the grocery store together and you quickly picked up a pattern. Lexa was in charge of finding the items on her neatly written list, and Clarke was in charge of pushing the shopping cart and Lexa’s buttons.

Every so often, when Lexa was looking through the coupon catalog or scrutinizing a nutrition label, Clarke would wink at you and toss something unnecessary into the cart. When Lexa inevitably noticed the bag of Swedish fish or box of trick birthday candles, she’d roll her eyes and lecture Clarke about the importance of sticking to their budget and not straying from the list. Clarke would sigh and put a hand on her hip, but she gave up pretty easily, having already succeeded in her primary goal of annoying her wife.

It was in the detergent aisle that Clarke stood her ground.

She didn’t even wait for Lexa to become distracted before placing three boxes of Bounce “Outdoor Fresh” fabric softener in the cart. Lexa made a strong case -- they’d never used dryer sheets before and their clothes were soft enough, so there’s no need for the added expense. Clarke listened patiently before explaining her reasoning, which resulted in fabric softener being included on the grocery list from that day forward.

“My dad always used the same fabric softener and to this day when I catch that scent, it reminds me of home,” she said. “I want Eleven to have that, too.”

The clock on the bedside table turns to 12:29 and you yawn. You roll onto your side, hoping you might finally fall asleep, and something kinda sharp presses against the outside of your thigh. You wedge your hand between your body and the mattress and find what seems to be a folded up piece of paper in the pocket of your pajama bottoms.

You unfold it and hold it in front of your face. You can tell there’s something written on it, but it’s too dark to make out. It only takes you a moment to find Lily’s flashlight.

“Sleep tight, kiddo,” the note reads, in Clarke’s handwriting. “Can’t wait to hear all about your sleepover. I love you.” At the bottom she’s drawn a tiny walkie-talkie that looks just like the one you hid in her suitcase all those months ago.

You read the note a few times over, a smile stretching your cheeks, before you turn the flashlight off. At some point you must drift off to sleep, and hours later when you wake up the sun is seeping through the blinds and the note is still in your hand.

***

It’s one of those early spring days where you can almost feel the sun on your skin. Lily’s mom hugs you goodbye and you and Lily do the handshake her dad helped you create after he made you heaping stacks of pancakes.

Once the door clicks closed behind you, you look down the street toward home, and it’s like no time has passed since the last time you were standing here with Lexa, wondering how long it would take you to run back to Clarke.

And that’s just what you do.

Holding tight to the straps of you backpack, you take off down the street. The fears you had last night are still present at the back of your mind, but in the light of day they’re just phantoms of their former selves. You’re not going to let them slow you down.

When you round the corner and your house comes into view you go into an all-out sprint. Your heart skips when you see that moms are sitting in kitchen chairs on the front porch with a blanket over their laps and steaming mugs in their hands.

“There she is!” Clarke calls when she spots you.

You’re panting and feeling a little silly when you bound up the steps, but your moms are beaming at you, so you don’t care. Clarke puts her coffee down and holds her arms out to you.

She’s warm and smells like sleep and you whisper an hours-late “I love you,” into the fabric of her sweatshirt.

Clarke pulls you into her lap and Lexa angles her chair so that you can rest your legs across her thighs. Then they cover you with the blanket and everything feels right once again.

“Did you have a good time?” Lexa asks.

“Yeah. I did.” You smile, remembering pancakes and blanket forts. “But... sometimes I got this weird feeling.”

“Weird feeling, huh?” Clarke kisses your cheek. “What was it like?”

Now that you’re cuddled up with your moms -- who were waiting for you -- it’s hard to remember, but you try your best.

“I don’t know. It just felt like everything was a little off. I got it when I had to take off my shoes to go inside and when I helped fold linen tablecloths for dinner and when Lily gargled with this bright green mouthwash.”

Lexa squeezes your ankle. “Sounds pretty different from home.”

“Yeah, exactly,” you say. “It was like I liked being there, but I wanted to be home, too.” You shrug and focus on your nails. “But that doesn’t make much sense.”

Clarke loops her arms around your waist and pulls you back until you’re reclining against her, with your head tucked into the crook of her neck.

“It makes sense to me,” she says. “I got that feeling when I was in California, away from you and Lex.”

“You did?”

“Yep.”

Since you can’t see Clarke’s face you look to Lexa, who nods. “Sounds like you were homesick, El.”

“Homesick,” you whisper, feeling color fill your cheeks. “Wait... I didn’t get that when we went away for Octavia and Lincoln’s wedding.”

“That’s because we were all together,” Clarke says. “It’s a bit of a misnomer -- a word that doesn’t always mean how it sounds. Sometimes you’re not homesick for a place -- you’re homesick for the people who are your home.”

You think of all the times you got that feeling in the past -- in the group home and old foster homes -- and wonder if it’s possible you were homesick for people you hadn’t even met yet. “Well, we’re happy you had fun with Lily,” Lexa says. “But we’re also glad you missed us, because we really missed you.”

“Really?”

“You have nooo idea,” Clarke says. “We didn’t know what to do with ourselves. And you should’ve seen Waffles -- we had to give him a bunch of extra treats because he was downright depressed.”

You giggle and pull the blanket up to your chin. “We should probably have a family day to make up for lost time.”

Lexa beams. “I like the way you think.”

“Pajamas all day?” Clarke says. “Movie marathon? Ice cream for lunch?”

Lexa sighs and rolls her eyes, but you know this is one of those arguments that Clarke will win.

***

After a day of pajamas and movies and ice cream and cuddles you’re beyond excited to go to sleep in your own bed. But after your moms tuck you in, you sneak back out.

There are a few blank pages at the end of “The Story of Us” and you tape Clarke’s note to the first one.

#clexa #clexa fic #clexa eleven au #i wrote this #was aiming for an actual ficlet.... wrote 3500 words #shouldn't be surprised!!

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