#ClexaWeek

[clexaweekofficial]

Clexaweek2025

This year marks the 9th Clexaweek (more Clexa "Day" now), but the 10th anniversary of the Clexa kiss!

This year is continuing the new tradition from last year: rather than assigning themes to the days, it's a free for all on March 3rd. Post whatever you want! Create something new, or update a Work in Progress. Share and support each other's work, leave comments, share fic recs and reblog your favorite art. In honor of the 10th anniversary of the kiss, feel free to either create new fics, drabble, one shots, art, etc of a Clexa kiss. You can also share previous kisses you've written. Use #10yearsofclexakisses and #clexaweek25 for the tags, and feel free to send me a link on the 3rd if I haven't reblogged yours yet! (shoutout to thatonewherelexasachef for deciding to tag 10yearsofclexakisses. Such a cute idea!)

If you would like to make something new and want a theme - you can send me an ask for a prompt idea, or feel free to check out years worth of prompts here.

Guidelines for posting here.

To view previous clexaweeks, here's a link.

In these times, Clexa remains a light in the dark. Your contributions to the fandom are beyond appreciated. Thank you for keeping Clexa alive with your creations- and giving people something that brings them joy.

May your 2025 only get better <3

[thecrimsonknight]

Inspired by Devil Takes the Waltz by @deviltakesthewaltz

Please go read. It's great. Thank you @dreamsaremywords

[afriendshapedseal]

I've never done a Clexa Week before, but in honor of the ten year anniversary of the kiss I thought I'd share the first Clexa kiss I wrote. I was very late to the party as I didn't write it until 2020, but it was from my very first finished long fic, a Mamma Mia AU of all things, Lay All Your Love on Me

“Mom, I’m just getting married, not leaving the country,” Clarke says, moving to stand next to her mom.

“Well when I was young people didn’t get married at 20.” Abby responds.

Callie cuts in with, “When we were young people didn’t get married at all.”

“I don’t know where she gets this idea, a white wedding.”

“It wasn’t from me,” Lexa says as she walks up. She pulls Clarke into her side as she kisses her. Abby introduces Lexa to Raven and Callie, reminding Lexa of her past music experience. “I’ve heard a lot about the two of you,” Lexa says.

[blu3haw4]

My Clexaweek 2024

This Clexa Week was bit different, I chose to write for the year before's themes and update past stories, so here are both updates' posts and a little teaser for a third one .

Childhood Friends - Don't want to be the Queen - Chapter 2

A chapter full of different moments of their lives, as they navigate to their happy ending, with an amazing Moodboar by thecrimsonknight

Secret Relationship - I've been asked not to (But I really want to) - Chapter 2

For the best friend’s ex AND baby-bro’s coach AU, a second chapter where things get complicated... Can we really say the problem is feelings? More like hornyness ...and it's not really a problem y'know (;

Fake dating - Guess we'll have to work it out - Sneak Peak

Modern Arrange Marriage AU, in which they get to know each other better 😌😈

[reallygroovyninja]

The Break Up

Clarke's finger hovered over the call button, hesitation flooding through her. She glanced at the clock - 10PM in California meant 1AM in New York. Was it too late? Lexa always told her to call no matter when, insisting that she'd always pick up. But things had changed between them over the past few months. The distance between the two coasts had created a chasm even their daily calls couldn't bridge. 

She tapped the familiar icon on her phone, the rings seeming sluggish, amplifying her nerves. 

"Clarke?" Lexa's husky voice was thick with sleep. A pang of guilt hit Clarke for waking her girlfriend. 

"Hey," Clarke started softly. "Did I wake you? I can let you go back to sleep and just talk tom-" 

"No, no it's okay. Is everything alright?" Lexa's tone shifted to concern. Even half asleep, she was still taking care of Clarke. 

Clarke sighed, tears pricking unexpectedly. "Not really. I just..." Her voice caught. She couldn't bear to say the words out loud, couldn't voice what she knew they both were thinking. That long distance wasn't working for them. That as much as they didn’t want to admit it, they needed to have a heartbreaking discussion about the fate of their relationship and what came next. 

The deafening silence on the line said it all. Clarke imagined Lexa on the other end nodding slowly, both reluctance and grief etched on her features even without seeing her face. Here came the conversation Clarke had been dreading for weeks. The distance seemed destined to end them despite their best efforts. 

Clarke gripped the phone tighter, her knuckles turning white. She squeezed her eyes shut as the first tears escaped down her cheeks. 

"I miss you," Clarke whispered, the words cracking with emotion. She missed everything - Lexa's smile, her laugh, the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around her. Video calls and phone conversations were no longer enough. Not when there had once been lazy Sundays tangled together in bed and long walks hand-in-hand along the Potomac River without the pressure of time difference schedules. 

"I miss you too, Clarke," came Lexa's shattered reply. Miles away yet connected by the slim electronic lifeline, Clarke could picture Lexa's stoic armor falling away, eyebrows knit together while she held back her own tears. 

"But...I think we need to talk..." Clarke forced herself to say. The seven dreaded words no one in a relationship ever wants to hear. But the distance had strained them to a breaking point - separate cities, increasingly separate lives. As much as Clarke wanted to cling to what they once had, it didn't exist anymore. 

"I think you're right," Lexa's voice wavered slightly despite the even tone. She had always been able to read Clarke so well. They had both known a reckoning was coming, as much as their hearts silently raged against the mere idea. 

Clarke took a shuddering breath, wiping the tears from her eyes. She focused on the painting leaning against the bare wall of her apartment, grounding herself for the devastating but inevitable conversation about to unfold. 

"I just...I feel like we're drifting apart," Clarke whispered, giving voice to the fears that had been plaguing her for weeks. "Like we're becoming strangers." 

She heard Lexa let out a shaky breath. "I've felt that too. At first, I thought it was just starting new jobs and getting settled in our cities, but..." 

"But it's more than that," Clarke finished for her. Long distance was supposed to be temporary - they had clung fiercely to that belief in the beginning. That after a year apart chasing career dreams on opposite coasts, they'd reunite and start building a life together again. 

It had seemed possible when granted with everyday moments like Lexa's small, sleepy smile in the morning or the brush of her fingers along Clarke's arm. Things video calls failed to replicate at their now fractured foundation. 

"Maybe if the distance was less..." Clarke's voice trailed off wistfully, knowing not even the entire breadth of the country could be blamed alone. Something else had fractured between them too. The easy affection, unquestioned devotion, shared dreams for the future...all casualties gradually inflicted not solely by physical separation but a growing emotional chasm too. 

"I want this to work, I do." The catch in Lexa's words splintered Clarke's heart further. "I love you, I'll always love you. But wanting that doesn't change what's happening between us." 

A lonely tear trailed down Clarke's cheek. The hardest relationships to end were often the deepest loves too. 

A sob caught in Clarke's throat as the weight of Lexa's words sank in. She loves me. Present tense, not past. And yet...it still isn't enough. 

Clarke blinked back the threat of more tears, trying to swallow the sadness rising within her. "I know," she finally managed to say. "I love you too." She poured every ounce of feeling into those four words, hoping Lexa could still sense her heart even so many miles away. 

"But you're right," Clarke made herself continue after a painful pause. As agonizing as this conversation was, she owed Lexa the truth of her feelings, no matter how much the reality hurt them both. 

"The distance, stretched over months...we can't pretend it hasn't changed things." Once upon a happier time, Lexa had felt like her anchor amidst any storm. But now Clarke only felt her absence, like a ship adrift without its mooring. "We've both got separate lives now. I barely know what's going on in your world anymore...and you in mine." 

Silence stretched between them - Clarke picturing Lexa sitting on her sofa, shoulders slumped forward, dark waves of hair curtaining her face. She ached to brush those strands back, let her fingertips graze Lexa's cheek, re-memorize every beloved detail of her features. 

Finally, Lexa's somber voice came, quavering on just two shattering syllables. "So...what happens now?" 

The question neither one wanted to ask but had to, the one that would inexorably lead to goodbye. Because the only thing worse than the painful realization they had been growing apart would be denying it while staying together in name alone. 

Clarke's breath caught in her throat at the question. What did happen now? The obvious answer loomed before them - the necessity of ending things if they were both feeling the relationship fracture. 

And yet...the years of history they shared made the notion nearly unfathomable. How could she just cut the tether they had created day by day? Lexa had been her first love, the one who unexpectedly burst into her world and changed her entire concept of relationships. 

Clarke pinched her eyes closed, forcing aside the fresh swell of tears. She focused on steadying her uneven breath, trying to calm the storm inside her heart. 

"I don't know," she finally admitted, the words barely a whisper. Because the truth was she wanted Lexa in her life in any way possible, even if that meant redefining the parameters of their relationship. The title seemed insignificant compared to keeping Lexa's steadfast care and understanding rooted in her world. 

"Can we just...talk? Not make any big decisions now?" Clarke asked hesitantly. She knew the sensible decision loomed before them, but the reminder of Lexa's love made her long to cling to these last lingering threads between them. Surely there was still something worth saving if they both still felt such depth of emotion? 

The extended silence magnified Clarke's nerves. Would Lexa agree they owed it to their history to try talking first? Or had the distance grown so vast already that she would insist on a clean break? Clarke held her breath, praying Lexa's heart would echo her own in those agonizing moments. 

Clarke heard Lexa take a shaky breath on the other end of the line. When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle but firm. 

“I think if we’re both feeling things changing between us, then talking more right now might just prolong the inevitable,” she said quietly. 

Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears spill down her cheeks. She had feared Lexa would say that but still couldn’t stop the renewed ache in her chest. 

“This is so damn hard,” Clarke whispered brokenly. “I can’t imagine you not in my life anymore.” 

“Me neither,” Lexa replied, and Clarke could hear the barely contained emotion in her words. “But with how things are now...I think some space would be best. For both of us.” 

Clarke nodded before remembering Lexa couldn’t see her. As rational as the suggestion was, the thought of losing even their nightly calls felt unbearable. 

“Maybe one day, when enough time has passed...we could try to be friends?” Lexa offered tentatively. “But right now I think a clean break is what we need to heal.” 

Clarke swallowed back a sob, wiping fiercely at her eyes. She had to be strong now, with Lexa’s emotions likely just as fractured. 

“You’re right,” Clarke forced herself to say. As agonizing as this was, she knew Lexa enough to recognize the wisdom in her suggestion. “I’ll always be grateful for our time together.” 

She left the ‘I love you’ unspoken this time, the finality of this goodbye conversation settling around her shoulders with profound weight. The first crack in her heart split wide open, and she could almost hear Lexa’s fracturing too through the phone pressed to her ear. 

"So I guess this is it then," Clarke said softly, the words barely making it past the lump in her throat. 

She was met with deafening silence on the other end of the line. Somehow Lexa not responding hurt more than if she had simply said goodbye and ended the call. Clarke could practically see her love struggling to maintain composure, emerald eyes glistening with restrained tears. 

"Lexa?" Clarke prompted gently when the quiet stretched on, laced with unspoken hurt. 

"I'm still here," came the whispered reply, Lexa's voice finally breaking on the last word. 

Clarke's heart shattered at the sound. As stoic and measured as Lexa tried to be, she had always worn her emotions when it came to them. Another reminder of the profound connection now rupturing. 

"I wish we had a choice other than this," Clarke admitted sorrowfully. She knew Lexa was right - some space was the only path forward - but every fiber of her being railed against losing her best friend and closest confidante. 

"Me too," Lexa echoed thickly. 

They fell silent again, thousands of memories passing almost tangibly between them through the phone line. Lazy mornings under the covers, hands clasped as they explored new cities, the brush of lips upon meeting at the end of long days...all memories now piercing them with bittersweet nostalgia. 

Finally, Lexa cleared her throat. When she spoke, steel resolve underpinned her words despite the wavering grief. 

"Be well, Clarke." 

Not goodbye. Just a simple wish for happiness in their new separate worlds. Fresh tears flooded Clarke's eyes but she managed to echo it back, the closest they could come to closure. 

"You too. Take care of yourself, Lexa." 

A soft click echoed with finality. And just like that, she was gone. 

[bottom-lexa]

Tarnished but so grand

Clexaweek update

Chapter 45

Clarke has a new artwork at the museum that she is dying to show Lexa. But they get a little sidetracked by a different painting which makes them both feel a certain type of way. After that, we're back in the Thompson house with an update on the couple's persistent tries since their first anniversary.

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[hedawanheda]

secret recipe- part vi

posting this here because not sure if the ao3 email notification went out! But the new chapter is up, let me know what you think!!

[talktomeinclexa]

The Marriage Pact

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Status: WIP

Summary: Two childhood best friends swear to marry each other if they are still single by thirty-four. As the years pass and no one else seems good enough, the deadline approaches. Will they go through with it? Can one marry their best friend and truly be happy?

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Chapter 5: Friends Get Married

“Are you ready, Lex? I told Mom and Dad we would be there by six. We should leave soon if we want to beat the traffic.”

Lexa sat on her bed, lost in thoughts as her fingers clenched around a small velvet box she had been holding on to for days.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Clarke asked as she entered her room.

Lexa blinked a few times before turning her attention toward the door and the woman leaning against its frame. She couldn’t believe that twenty-four hours later, they would be married. After twenty-seven years of uninterrupted friendship and six months of cohabiting, she would soon call Clarke her wife.

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Yes,” Lexa replied before the worry in Clarke’s voice turned into a deep furrow between her brows.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stood up and crossed the room under Clarke’s intrigued gaze. “I have something for you,” she explained in a voice softened by emotion. “Since we don’t have engagement rings…”

Drawing courage in the softness of Clarke’s eyes, she opened the box without shaking. Inside sat a white gold band ornamented with a sapphire the same deep blue as Clarke’s eyes in the evening sunlight. Simple and tasteful, like the woman it seemed to have been made for.

Clarke’s breath caught at the sight, and she reflexively covered her mouth with her hand. “Lex… It’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”

With a hand she hoped wasn’t clammy, Lexa took the ring and placed it on Clarke’s finger.

“Thanks,” Clarke whispered against Lexa’s lips before placing a sweet kiss on them that had both of them smile.

They had gotten more used to the gesture since moving in together, and although they remained a far cry from the heavy make-out of their teenage years, it didn’t feel weird anymore.

“You’re very welcome. It was Mom’s. She gave it to me for you when the time seemed right. And since it’s the last time we’ll be alone before the wedding, I thought…”

“Now I feel like I owe Dany a kiss,” Clarke said cheekily, and both chuckled at the thought. “Hey,” she added more softly. “Thank you. I’m one lucky girl.”

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[butmakeitgayblog]

MBFW First Kiss snippet for Clexaweek

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The dorm bed they share is barely big enough for one, nestled tight against the wall and tucked under a single poorly hung shelf that Lexa can't seem to stop knocking her head against every time she goes to leave. 

It's a dilemma they both take as a sign that she really just… shouldn't do that anymore. 

"This is so fucking stupid, I don't even need to know this."

The groaned complaint makes her smile.

"According to the requirements of your degree, you do actually."

"Don't sass me. Who made up those requirements? Hm? Who?"

Marking her place on the page with a tiny dot of lime green highlighter, Lexa turns her gaze to the petulant frown staring at her from roughly fifteen inches away.

She eyes the way Clarke has dramatically collapsed against the evil calculus textbook in question, cheek smooshed against the pages and arms flung out above her head to dangle off the foot of the bed.

Lexa's heart trips over itself.

She finds that's been happening more and more in the recent weeks since this friendship had blossomed and subsequently taken over every facet of her life. Since this girl came crashing in out of nowhere; as if plucked from the very stars and sent right to her, to become the source of every one of Lexa's smiles.

Since she'd blazed into existence, and lit up the world with a brightness that somehow outdid the sun.

It's a feeling that's becoming harder to shake off.

"Clarke, we've been studying for… fifteen minutes," Lexa laughs after reaching over and lifting the dead weight of Clarke's wrist enough to check her watch. "Have you even gotten past the first page of the chapter?"

Clarke's head twists to bury her face further into the crease of the spine of her splayed open textbook as she answers a muffled, "No."

Pinching her lips together to smother yet another smile that threatens to double in size, Lexa clears her throat and pointedly readjusts to get more comfortable and resume her own assigned reading. 

She's barely gotten her train of thought back into the flow of Chaucer's affinity for iambic pentameter when the sound of rustling papers breaks the silence, and the overwhelming feeling of a certain pair of eyes boring into the side of her head steals her concentration.

It's feeling she's been getting quite familiar with as of late.

Lexa bites the inside of her cheek.

"You're staring."

Clarke flips onto her back and makes a show of getting comfortable.

When Lexa chances a glance at the eyes still watching her, Clarke doesn't look away.

"So?"

“So," Lexa draws out in half-hearted huff that does nothing to curb the heat rising to her cheeks. "It's distracting.”

Clarke's head lulls toward Lexa.

“Well… You're distracting,” she murmurs, lashes hanging low and eyes soft enough to make Lexa ache.

Lexa bites her lips and tries in vain to tame the wild burst of butterflies that take flight in the softest parts of her belly, willing them to behave themselves for once when she's around this girl.

She shuffles onto her side, careful not to dislodge the other occupant crammed into the postage stamp sized mattress, and rests her head on her palm. Forced to lounge half leaning over the pretty face of her friend splayed in a halo of fanned out blonde hair, the new position gives Lexa the most wonderful kind of vantage point.

“You're the one who's distracting. I'm not doing anything, I'm just studying,” she says through a poorly concealed smile. “How could I possibly be the distracting one?”

Clarke sighs and gives a grave shake of her head.

“You're always distracting.”

It's said so drearily, Lexa has no choice but to laugh and shift closer.

“Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And what about me is so distracting?”

Clarke's face somehow grows softer. More quiet in its calm. Notes of nervous twitching along the corners of the lazy grin of her mouth as she lays there, face so close Lexa can see every flit of emotion that washes over her.

"Your nose," she finally says, seeming to delight in Lexa's surprised scoff.

"My nose?"

"Mhm. You have this little bump. Right," Clarke hums as she reaches up and traces along the bridge with a delicate fingertip, "here... I like it."

Lexa wills herself to keep still as her eyes fall closed in a slow blink. The tickling touch feels electric against her skin, long after its fallen away. It curls across the heated peaks of her ears and down her spine, to land in a syrupy warm pool in her belly.

Something brave and foolish and distinctly helium-based takes up residence in Lexa's chest as she reaches out as well, and drifts her own fingertip along Clarke's chin.

"I like your chin."

Clarke tuts. "That's ridiculous."

"I'm kind of obsessed with your chin," Lexa argues right back without thinking, feeling her stomach tighten with embarrassment at the way Clarke's teeth clamp around her bottom lip.

She drops her hand back to the bed.

Blue eyes sparkle in the low afternoon sunlight the spills through the dorm's only window as they trace every curve and line of Lexa's face in the silence.

"I like your cheekbones," Clarke finally says in a soft, shy murmur.

She seems to hesitate for a moment before leaning up, dusting a kiss to the high apple of Lexa's cheek, and then the other.

Every muscle of Lexa's body sings with a joyful riot of nerves and a deadly feeling of hope. Not knowing exactly what any of this means... but unwilling to stop.

She adjusts again, closer, shifting herself to lay more snug along the length of Clarke's side.

"I like your beauty mark," she forces out on what little oxygen her lungs will allow her.

She swallows against the dryness of her throat and she traces the mark with her fingertip. More terrified than she's ever felt in her life, she leans and presses a lingering kiss to the dot above Clarke's lip.

Lexa's heart pounds and the butterflies in her belly continue their flight as she pulls back slowly. The edges of Clarke's pupils have pressed out in deep inky pools, leaving nothing but the thinnest halo of blue. Her smile is quiet, softened in a flutter of lashes and panting breath, and it's place is this look.

This look that Lexa can't place, too scared to give it a name, as it hits her like a silk-tipped arrow.

But in the thrill of the moment, oh, how that look sets her skin on fire.

She can't help but return Clarke's smile with a weak one of her own, and feels a hand slip against her cheek; a palm cupping her jaw.

A thumb brushing a lazy strokes over the corner of her mouth.

"I like the one you have here too," Clarke whispers, sweeping over and over the spot again.

Time stands still, surely the very earth halting on its axis, as they stare and stare and dangle breathlessly on this precipice that Lexa feels she's been running toward since this woman crashed into existence.

And what a wonderful existence it is when Clarke's gaze flits between Lexa's own, and the path of her thumb blazing over the bow of her lip.

Clarke holds Lexa steady through her trembling as she leans up and replaces her thumb with a soft brush of her lips, and Lexa… Lexa feels like she's floating.

Her smile stretches so wide she knows she must look every bit a fool, lightheaded and giddy in the euphoria of this moment and this girl as her heart beats out the rhythm of a hummingbird's wing.

It's pure instinct that has her swaying into the touch, to let her eyes and lips fall closed around the supple give of Clarke's bottom lip. She sighs against Clarke's mouth, so enamored with the feel that in years to come she would never quite be able to say if they stay there, connected, for hours or mere seconds.

All she knows with absolute certain is that when Clarke inches away, it's entirely too soon.

Where Lexa feels as though her lungs have collapsed — have given up on any semblance of functioning — Clarke settles back against the bed in a rush of breath, her face flaming a particularly lovely shade of pink. Her chest rises and falls so fast Lexa wonders how her friend isn't equally as dizzy. Wonders if Clarke feels just as spun out as she does.

Nails scratch soothingly against Lexa's arm where Clarke still holds her, tangled into each other and keeping her close.

"You're shaking."

Lexa tucks back a curl of blonde hair behind a very likeable ear, feeling so many emotions in the rush of this insanity, helpless to stop the way she mirrors Clarke's smile.

"So are you…"

Lips a few shades redder than they were a few minutes before slide into a Cheshire grin.

"Well, I have an insanely beautiful girl sorta laying on top of me," Clarke says as she slips her arm around Lexa's waist and pulls her more firmly against her. "I kind of think that's to be expected..."

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[lexa-griffins]

Will you make another poll about when to hold collective horny hour?

Yup! Although I'm shooting for somewhere between June and September, possibly earlier depending on people's availability. I want to make sure its not too close to clexaweek so people have time to rest after it and I wanted it to be at a time people have a little more time they can dedicate to it if they want to ☺️

But since I want to work out some kinks in this still and I'm gonna be busy with the lab and my thesis, I wanna give it some time before we jump into it.

Reminder that this will be a trial run so to speak of this hoeny hour and hopefully it can be a yearly thing and I'll work out any issues that might come from it ☺️

[qvert]

Inspired by a "hug to the prev post" im sending and extra hug to all my faves

I had another one but I can't find it. I'll come back Consider this a threat💌

PS. I have the art you made for my clexaweek fic as my laptop's wallpaper 🤭💖

Oh why thank you that is so nice! :D

Also my deepest apologies for not responding sooner or at all sometimes - responding to things could very well be my kryptonite the way I’m acting sometimes

PS. Thank you again that is lovely to hear :*

[clexaweekofficial]

Clexaweek2024 ~ a free for all~

This year for Clexaweek, rather than assigning themes to the days, it's a free for all. Post whatever you want! Create something new, or update a Work in Progress. Share and support each other's work, leave comments, share fic recs and reblog your favorite art. Post on March 3rd!

If you would like to make something new and want a theme - you can send me an ask for a prompt idea, or feel free to check out years worth of prompts here.

Guidelines for posting here.

To view previous clexaweeks, here's a link.

Have a great 2024!

[thecrimsonknight]

@blu3haw4 Thank you for the prompt!

Merry Christmas everyone!

[unchartedcloud]

Killing Strangers - Clexaweek 2023 Edition

Day 6: Workplace Romance

John Wick/Modern Assassins AU

TW: Gun violence, physical violence, minor character death (enemies)

Rating: M

"You working tonight?"

The question is in Russian – the northern dialect, to be exact – and she doesn't have to look up to know who asked it. She spotted Rafe at the taps as soon as she walked in, the only person she cared to ensure was here. His bald head gleams in one sickly yellow light fixture, and he scratches his perpetual five o'clock shadow as he regards her, waiting for an answer.

His jaw tenses as she reaches into her suit jacket. The Glock is comfortable, familiar in her hand, and she lays it on the bar with far more nonchalance than any normal person should. Grey eyes flick from her face to the gunmetal and back again, but before he can protest Lexa has withdrawn a handful of gold coins from her pocket. She stacks them – one, two, three – one on top of the other on the bar, closer to him than the gun is, and his shoulders deflate with a heavy sigh.

"Fuck," he breathes, and reaches out a hand to scoop them up.

No one else reacts to the gun.

"The usual?" Rafe asks, already pulling a bottle of Glenfarclas off the shelf.

"Triple," Lexa answers. The accent drops so easily from her tongue she hardly notices the switch. "Please."

He grunts his acknowledgement and dumps half a rock's glass worth of whisky into a cup. Without a second look at the Glock, he drops the cup in front of her and turns to help another customer.

A customer who turns out to be small man in a very wrinkled tweed blazer and a fedora, in fact – who happens to be talking to Clarke Griffin.

Lexa takes a long pull of her drink and shakes her head. How is this woman everywhere?

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[blu3haw4]

My Clexa Master List

Hi! Welcome to my many Clexa universes.

Things to know:

You can find most of my stories on my AO3 Blue_Hawk for register users only and all the prompts here on my blog by the listed tags down below.

I've primarily written for Clexa events and only recently started sharing little ficlets, drabbles and just ideas from prompts sent to me, reason why i've made individual list -linked under the cut- to each event with their respective stories and summaries.

I tend to write continuations or back-stories of past fics so -though you can often find them linked/mention on each other's notes or a part of the same series- I've color coded them in each list.

Clexa events

Clextober 19 Clexmas 19 Clexaweek 2020 Clextober 20 Clexmas 20 Clexaweek 2021 Clexaweek 2022 Clextober 22 Clexaweek 2024 Clexmas 24 Clexaweek 2025

Prompt's sessions, stand alone's or singular-in-event

July/23 - Prompt: A kiss... Discreetly - famous AU Clextober 23 -Thoughts/Sneak Peak - Parting Gift May-April & Sept/24 - Prompts Session @wanhedasdaggerweek - Poor Judgment Clextober 24 - The Halloween Party - Parting Gift Nov/24& Jan/25 - New Idea Q&A - Gamer Girls Clexmas 24 - The Christmas Party(es) - Parting Gift Feb 25 - Another New idea - Real Steel Clexa t4t au

Tags for extras and everything

Additionally, my tag #most gorgeous woman alive is full of gifs and images of Alycia. y'know, if you're interested.

#famous au #parting gift #poor judgment #gamer girls #asked not to #work it out #Real Steel Clexa t4t au

[reallygroovyninja]

Blurred Lines Part 2

The early morning light filtered through the blinds of Lexa high-rise apartment, casting sleek lines of shadow and light across the room. She lay in bed for a moment, her eyes open, gazing at the ceiling, her mind already racing through the day's agenda. The life of a corporate VP was a relentless cycle of decisions and responsibilities. 

With a disciplined sigh, Lexa slid out of bed, her feet touching the cool, polished floor. Her apartment was a reflection of her professional success – modern, minimalist, and impeccably organized. The walls adorned with tasteful art, the furniture angular and stylish, each piece carefully chosen to project a sense of sophisticated efficiency. 

In the kitchen, her high-end coffee machine hummed quietly, producing the perfect cup of coffee with the press of a button. Lexa filled a sleek, designer travel mug, her movements brisk and purposeful. She appreciated these small luxuries, brief moments of personal indulgence in her otherwise structured life. 

Pausing for a moment, she glanced at a photograph on the kitchen counter – a serene landscape, a contrast to her urban existence. It was a silent nod to her hidden longing for the tranquility of nature amidst her bustling city life. 

Dressing for the day, Lexa chose her attire with careful consideration. She selected a sharply tailored suit, its fabric rich and commanding, paired with a crisp, white blouse. The suit was a statement of her status and authority, a necessary armor in the corporate world. Her shoes were elegant yet practical, high heels that clicked authoritatively on her apartment's hardwood floors. 

Before leaving, Lexa stood before the full-length mirror in her hallway. She adjusted her jacket, smoothed her hair, her expression a blend of confidence and introspection. The reflection staring back at her was that of a powerful businesswoman, poised and ready to conquer the challenges of the day. 

As she was about to turn away, a soft presence emerged behind her. Clarke, with her gentle demeanor and understanding eyes, appeared like a comforting echo in the mirror.  

Clarke’s arms slipped around Lexa’s waist, a warm and reassuring embrace that contrasted with the cool precision of Lexa’s corporate armor. Lexa’s initial posture of rigid control visibly softened under Clarke’s touch. Her eyes closed momentarily, allowing herself a rare moment of vulnerability, a silent acceptance of the comfort offered. 

In the mirror, the contrast between them was striking yet harmonious. Clarke, in her more casual attire, her blonde hair falling softly around her shoulders, radiated a sense of freedom and emotional openness. Lexa, in her business suit, the epitome of corporate success, yet in this moment, her façade was gently stripped away by Clarke’s affectionate gesture. 

Clarke’s hands moved slowly, caressing Lexa’s torso, a soothing motion that spoke volumes. It was a silent communication of support, understanding, and deep connection. The tension in Lexa’s shoulders eased, her expression softening as she leaned back slightly into Clarke’s embrace. It was a rare moment of stillness in Lexa’s usually hectic life, a peaceful interlude in the reflective glass of the mirror. 

The world outside continued its relentless pace, but in the sanctuary of her apartment, time seemed to pause. In Clarke's hold, Lexa found a moment of tranquility, a gentle reminder of the life and love existing beyond her professional realm. Her eyes met Clarke’s in the mirror, a shared glance that needed no words, rich with meaning and mutual respect. 

Suddenly, the ring of her phone pierced the silence of the room, jolting Lexa back to reality. The sound was a sharp reminder of the world she actually inhabited, one of schedules and responsibilities, far removed from the gentle fantasy she had momentarily indulged in. 

Lexa blinked, her eyes refocusing on her own image in the mirror. The corporate VP, the woman of control and authority, stared back at her. The softness that had momentarily graced her features faded, replaced by a familiar mask of composed determination. 

With a deep, steadying breath, Lexa mentally chastised herself. "Get a grip, Lexa," she muttered under her breath, her voice a low whisper. 

She straightened her jacket, a physical act to realign her thoughts, her posture regaining its usual firmness. The reflection in the mirror now showed the Lexa Woods the world knew – confident, unyielding, a pillar of strength in the high-stakes corporate arena. 

With one last glance at her reflection, a final affirmation of her resolve, Lexa turned away from the mirror. As she stepped out of her apartment, her mind firmly anchored in the present, the fantasy of Clarke's embrace lingered like a whispered promise, a secret yearning safely tucked away for another day.