#Lexa the 100

[ghostampire]

hell's gonna be hot

[randomgirl005]

Avatrice and Clexa

Warrior nun (2020 -)

The 100 (2014 - 2020)

- I really want netflix to renew Warrior Nun -

[wandanatsbaby]

Hello, could you write a Lexa x Skaikru reader where lexa is protective and possessive of reader. Lot of fluff pls

Protective Lexa

Pairing: Lexa X Reader Warnings: Slight dark Lexa? Protective, possessive, mentions of cutting off an arm (not really). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lexa never really let you do anything by yourself. You were always accompanied by either her or one of her personal guards. Even just walking to your room was a problem. You could not go anywhere without one of them but most of the time you did not care. For some reason it brought you comfort to know that she cared about you so much and you know part of her worries came from her finding costias head.

Although this protectiveness soon turned into possesivness. She would constantly leave hickeys all over you and eventually suggested you getting a tattoo of her name. When in meetings you were to sit on her lap as she held you tightly against her and glared at anyone that looked at you the wrong way. 

Hanging out with your friends would turn into her claiming you all night because she believed Octavia had a thing for you (you didn’t dare mention that you two used to be a thing when you first came to the ground). 

She even threatened to cut off a merchants hand while he was tying a bracelet around your wrist. You had to physically drag her away as she muttered under her breath about how only she was allowed to touch you and that he was holding you a little to tight.

While she could be a little over the top sometimes you enjoyed the softer moments where she would protect you or hold you after a long day.

In one of the clans meeting once a guy from Floukru had said something you didn’t quite understand but you knew it was bad when Lexa motioned for you to stand up. Doing so you stood beside her chair as she walked up to the poor guy. She said some words in Trigedasland and although you couldn’t understand Clarke later explained that Lexa had threatened everyone. 

Or the time were one of the grounders had attempted to flirt with you and kept going despite your numerous attempts at denying him. Lexa had showed up right as he backed you into a corner and quickly interfered. You laid in her arms that night sobbing as she rocked you gently while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Lexa also liked to gift you numerous items whether it be a new sketch book, jewerly, candles (you had so many candles), pens, ink, anything you asked for she would get it. You also had a enormous wardrobe as she liked to buy you lots of silk and lace. She also had created your war paint which resembled hers but slightly different. She did that and your hair every morning and you would return the favor. At night she would remove it all and wash you in the bath gently as she left small kisses on your shoulders and tell you how much she loved you.

Lexa was many things a leader, a warrior, some might even call her a killer. But to you she was your hero, saver, lover, your everything. She was your safe place and you were hers.

[thewarmthofequallyreturnedlove]

“You should come with me to the capitol, Polis will change the way you think about us.”

“You already have.”

[dianaprincewonderwoman]

"We don't have to talk at all."

The 100 S03E07 - Thirteen

(rework of an old sketch)

[owl127]

So I was at this women’s basketball game—it being March Madness and all—and this player that I find really really cute (she actually kinda looks like Lexa), wasn’t warming up. When the game started she went through the tunnel and back into the locker room which is kinda weird because even if you’re injured normally you still sit on the bench. But at halftime she came out and I noticed she had earplugs in and after a little Google I found out she has a concussion so she was probably in the locker room because it was too loud on the court. The rest of the game I was thinking about how someone could totally write a fanfic where Lexa is on a sports team, gets hurt, is sad she has to sit out, but has a little mid game locker room rendezvous to cheer her up and give her a thrill. Would you please please pleaseee be that someone?

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Lexa’s ears itched to remove her headphones, but the shadow of a headache had started behind her eyes, so she let the noise canceling headphones do its magic. She walked behind the starting team and watched with a frown the pile of windbreakers grow at her feet on the bench while she remained covered. She fiddled with the dark red zipper, the squeaking of rubber against shiny vinyl grounding her while the visiting team entered the arena. Lexa looked away, her eyes darting at the faceless crowd of silver and maroon. The muffled noise of the fans, something she looked forward to at each game, mounted on the pain growing between her eyes. The blinking lights of the stadium did not help with the building dizziness, but she forced a smile as she waved back at a bundle of little girls with signs with her name shining in bright silver glitter.

Lexa Woods.

She bit her lips at the thought of disappointing little girls.

On the other side of the court, the away team warmed up. Lexa looked for a familiar blonde braid, but they were in a huddle, and the amount of blonde heads was borderline offensive for basketball.

“Oi!” A ball came in her direction and Lexa held the pass in pure reflex, but that didn’t stop her frowning at Anya. “You look miserable. Smile for the cameras. It’s the fucking final fours, Lex.”

Their team captain’s shouted words were not as encouraging as Anya thought, and Lexa threw the ball back on the court.

“I’ll be out of here in a minute,” Lexa said and pointed to her headphones. “These are not working as expected.”

A rare sight of kindness flashed over Anya’s face, but it was gone just as fast. She sat next to Lexa, her mouth close to Lexa’s covered ears. “We’re here because of you. No one doubts that. We’ll win this so you can crush it at the final.”

Lexa bit her lip. They needed to win, and her concussion needed to be fully recovered for that to happen, and none of that was a guarantee. She nodded, and the movement didn’t help with her growing headache.

“I’m going back in,” she excused herself, standing up. Anya’s face softened, nodding.

“Your head okay?” Anya asked at the same time a wave of nausea hit Lexa.

Lexa moved her palm in a so-so pattern, and before their couch yelled at her, she backtracked her steps into their home locker room. She didn’t look up at the calls for her name while ducking into the tunnel, focused on escaping the noise.

The locker room was messy, with open bags and unfolded clothes littering the floor. The smell of bleach and foot powder was familiar, with a hint of synthetic eucalyptus from the shower row. Lexa finally took off the headphones, her ears popping in relief. Layers of concrete and tile protected her from the loud crowd, and Lexa closed her eyes. 

She could have made history tonight. Instead, because of a single nasty call at her last game, she cannot even watch from the bench.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, her lips trembling in frustration. She wanted to punch something.

“I know, right?”

Lexa’s neck turned at the voice, her vision blurring for a second as she focused.

She must be hallucinating, because in front of her was Clarke Griffin, point guard of the Arkadia Comets, and the usual pain in Lexa’s ass whenever they played. But why was she here and not on court? Her brain finally caught up with the full image and she noticed the clutches under Clarke’s arms and how her left foot didn’t touch the floor.

“I watched your last game.” Clarke’s dimples showed at a half smile. “I’m surprised you made it to the game tonight,” Clarke said as she sat heavily next to Lexa with a long sigh and the clacks of her crutches against the wooden bench. Her hands immediately massaged her injured thigh.

“What are you doing here?”

“There are stairs to the visitors’ locker room, and I really needed to pee. Can you believe they built this building for like, healthy people? There are stairs everywhere.” 

“I meant…” Lexa pointed at Clarke’s whole deal, and differently from Lexa, the other player didn’t wear a uniform or a windbreaker, just a hoodie with her university’s colors.

“Pulled muscle. Bad enough to knock me out. I didn’t want the sponsors to see me with the crutches.” Clarke nodded in the direction of the plastic supports. Lexa noticed a bright blue athletic tape poking out from Clarke’s joggers all the way to her lower abs visible under the hoodie. Her cheeks flushed, and when she looked up, Clarke smirked at her.

“How did it happen?” Lexa cleared her throat, ignoring the way blue eyes went up and down her body.

“Not as hilariously as the block that took you down,” Clarke said with a shit-eating grin that Lexa wanted to wipe off.

“That was a fault!”

“Sure, babe.” Clarke adjusted in her seat, massaging her thigh again. “I’m sorry you can’t play tonight. I was looking forward to destroying you.”

That made Lexa smile. “In your dreams, Griffin.”

“Oh, but my dreams about you are quite different, Lex.”

And there she was. Griffin always played the mind game to destabilize Lexa. Whispers on the court, faces from the bench; Lexa hated it. She also felt a little joy in it, but ultimately, Clarke Griffin was a distraction.

“I’m sorry you’re missing the game, too,” Lexa said, unsure if her face showed her reaction to Clarke’s comment. By the way Clarke lounged on the bench and shifted closer, Lexa must have blushed.

“It was a good run,” Clarke said.

“You don’t think you can win?” 

Clarke snorted. “Do you?”

“I trust my teammates,” Lexa said and crossed her arms. If Griffin didn’t have any loyalty to her team, that was her problem.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling—” the thin hairs on Lexa’s neck bristled at the pet name — “I love those bitches. But I dragged a bunch of future dentists and teachers to two final fours. You have other girls making draft picks in your team while I average astonishing zero bench points every game.”

“But you’ll be the first draft pick.” The truth rolled out easily on Lexa’s tongue, and she suppressed the bite of jealousy at the thought. 

“And you’ll be second, unless they go insane.”

And here they were, top two draft picks dusting in the locker room while the semi-final roared above them.

Lexa shrugged, running a hand over her loose hair. Her usual braid or ponytail was a no-go with her headache, and her hair kept falling into her eyes. “If I get top four, I’ll be happy.”

“You will.” There was certainty in Clarke’s voice. “We are one of the lucky ones.”

“I know.” There was no hiding the struggle of women’s basketball. Sure, the league had promise and potential, but it was a shadow of the sponsorship and compensation of the men’s league. With limited teams, getting a spot as a professional was already an achievement.

“So, can you help me back to my locker room, princess?” Clarke asked, pointing to her crutches. Heat rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she crossed her arms.

“Why are you always like this?”

Clarke, halfway to standing, sat back down on the bench. “Like what?”

“Why are you so, so…” Lexa searched for a word, but unwelcomed suggestions jumped to the front of her mind like “hot” and “sexy”, and she ended up going with, “infuriating! Why do you flirt with other players only to mess with their game?”

Clarke huffed, an unusual pink dusting her cheeks. “I don’t flirt with other players.”

“You’ve been pretending to flirt with me in every game for a year!” Lexa didn’t know she needed to vent about something tonight, but Clarke gave her the opening she needed.

“Wait, wait,” Clarke said, raising her hands in surrender. “One, I don’t do that to other players. Two, I mostly do it with you because I know it won’t affect your game. I need to have something against your resolve, and flirting with a straight girl is harmless enough. Besides, you’re hot, Lex. Wow, why don’t you react like this on the court?”

Lexa’s cheeks burned, and she rolled her eyes. Once she stepped on the court, nothing else mattered and Lexa would be hyper-focused on the game. But tonight, not being under the spotlight and off her game, Lexa was not immune to Griffin’s tongue. Compliments—Griffin’s compliments! She needed to change this line of thought.

“What on earth have I done for you to think I’m straight?” Maybe that wasn’t the correct shift in the conversation. Clarke lit up like a Christmas tree, her mouth opening for a second, then closing again, settling on a half smile.

“You never reacted to me before.” Clarke’s voice was a full octave lower, and Lexa might be in trouble. Lexa swallowed and fidgeted with her jacket zipper. “And maybe, yeah, I’ve been flirting with you not only because of the games,” Clarke confessed, the heat in her cheeks darkening.

Was Clarke flirting with her again?

“I was kind of hoping you’d be able to play tonight,” Clarke continued, “so I could watch you all night instead.”

Yes, that was flirting, Lexa’s concussed brain detected. She didn’t move as Clarke shuffled closer, their thighs touching.

“I tried to find you early on, but all your teammates were wearing braids,” Lexa said. At 21, Lexa should have a better control of her mouth, but alas, there she was confessing her charms to her rival.

“They wanted to show me support.” Clarke’s voice was close, and closer still as she said, “So you were looking for me?” But the expected grin or tease was not behind her words. Lexa gathered the rest of her courage and chanced a glance at the fellow point guard, finding nothing but… admiration?

Kiss her, Lexa’s obviously concussed brain offered, and Lexa’s heart race in adrenaline as she ignored the thought.

“You’re the best player,” Lexa reasoned, swallowing as Clarke invaded her personal space. “Of course I look for you on the court.”

“Well,” Clarke said, and her hand, a tad larger than Lexa’s, reached for Lexa’s own. “I look for you outside of the court, too. I watched the video on your channel about your work against bullying in your town’s high school. That was inspiring.”

Lexa’s heart swelled with something akin to fondness, but she blamed that on the concussion. “Thank you.” Lexa whispered, the moment asking for softness.

“You, Lexa Woods”—Clarke’s large hand closed around Lexa’s, warm and steady—“You are inspiring.”

It wasn’t every day that the league MVP said she was inspiring.

Kiss, kiss, her brain supplied.

Lexa didn’t have to wait for her body to listen to her brain. Clarke was MVP for many reasons, and not hesitating was one of them.

The kiss was soft and warm, and Clarke’s hand tugged lightly at Lexa’s neck. For the first time that day, Lexa breathed easily. It lasted a moment, as Clarke showed to be dexterous with her tongue, and then Lexa was breathless.

“My team will be here at half-time,” Lexa whispered when Clarke finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to kiss me again?”

Lexa wished she could say no to that smile, but she was learning that denying that smile was harder than to block Clarke’s 3 pointers.

“It means we can’t do it here,” Lexa said.

“I’m staying in town for an orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning. You could always stop by my hotel later tonight.” Clarke reached for her clutches and stood. 

“My team will want me around after the game.”

Clarke smiled, one eyebrow raised. “Would you rather be in a noisy bar with your team celebrating, or watching the British Bake Off with me while making out on a king bed?”

Lexa’s cheeks warmed. “The British Bake Off?”

Clarke made her way out of the locker room, slow and steady. “We can watch it on mute, which helps with your headache, and watching it always makes me… hungry.” Clarke delivered the last word over her shoulders, licking her lips for extra dramatic effect. Lexa felt her face heating as Clarke limped out of the room.

Hours later, Lexa’s team had gained their place at the final. Her headache was under control, and her utmost satisfaction had nothing to do with the chocolate cake they ordered from the 24h hotel service.

[jvdbxart]

New appreciation art for our sweet angel Lexa 🖤⚔️ It recently occurred to me that I've never actually drawn City of Light Lexa, which is both criminal and unacceptable - so here she goes! I hope you enjoy! 😊 Ps.: Continue being wonderful, take breaks when you need them, be gentle with self, stay hydrated, get some fresh air, remind your friends how loved they are, cherish your softness, and know that you matter very much - Sending out hugs to whoever needs them. 💖 Btw, prints of this drawing are also available in A3 size, as well as A4 & smaller 13x18cm size! She'd be happy to find new homes with you & I'd be beyond grateful for your support ✨

[maysileeewrites]

Is the The 100 fandom still alive?

I’m currently rewatching the show for the first time in 4 years (I think, I used to rewatch it twice every year back in high school) and somehow I’m still as invested in this show as I was when I was 14??? 😭🥲

Please, I’d just like to chat about this show with someone bc I have THOUGHTS. and feelings. SO MANY FEELINGS. (currently on season 3 and I hate Pike literally sooo much 👀)

And also there’s this one The 100 x Hunger Games AU fic idea that just won’t leave me alone and I’m curious whether anyone would actually want to read that lol.

(edit: teaser for a Murphy imagine that’s coming soon!)

[commander-heart-eyes]

Clexa Spotify Playlist - Day 1

The one that got away ~ Katy Perry

[clexmas23]

Clexmas is coming!

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

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

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

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

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

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

[macolethings]

Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)

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

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

This was inspired by @sassymajesty who asked if there was a fic where Lexa lives, the apocalypse still happens, and some other specific things happen (spoilers). So, here it is!

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Lexa stood outside Clarke’s door, hesitant to knock. Her fight with Roan had drained her physically, and the betrayal from her ambassadors has drained her mentally. And Clarke, well she was draining Lexa in all sorts of ways. One day Lexa is thrown into a wall with a knife to her throat, and soon after Clarke is at her throat trying to talk her out of the Soulou gonplei (single combat). Almost as if she was scared for Lexa’s life, and not just the Commander’s. Clarke had saved her life when she voted against the coup’s call of “no confidence.” It was a fortunate outcome of inviting Skaikru to be the Thirteenth Clan. She had to thank her. Taking one final breath to steady herself, she knocked. 

Continue on AO3

[thebenniebabyninja]

BTW this is the fastest clexa fanart I've ever made

[tvshowfreak]

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[tandoggydog]

My first post dedicated to the bestest girls ever

[gumb3ar]

Clarke knew exactly how to cheer Lexa up in the mornings. ❤️

[owl127]

Clexa

Fanfiction by owl127 i. The Shot

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

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ii. Single Moms

Single moms meet at boy band concert.

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iii. Sky

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

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iv. Captain's Daughter I

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

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v. Captain's Daughter II

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vi. Captain's Daughter III

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vii. Captain's Daughter IV

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viii. Basketball Injury

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

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ix. Pre Game

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

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x. Wednesdays

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

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xi. Firefighter

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

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x. Support

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