#clexa fanfic au

[thessclexa]

Final chapter of POLIS TATTOO is up!

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[butmakeitgayblog]

Hi yes hello help me I have a new fic idea for this picture

And it's giving me brainrot because I have too many wips and yet... I must write this ficlet. It's very soft. Friends to lovers.

Lexa owns a little holistic shop that always smells like incense and fresh herby plants. Fresh sprigs of flowers and dangley charms everywhere. Not quite "nature child/granola sister" vibes because it has too many sleek and modern details to it, but still very earthy and calming. Clean and fresh. It's tucked away in a sleepy little town along the coast that's just a short walk to a pier, so the fresh scent of the ocean's spray always mingles with all the perfumes of her shop.

Clarke moves there following the death of her father. Not running from anything, but more just trying to find herself in her new found peace. She's faced her own mortality and come out the other end understanding who she wants to be vs who she thought she should be. Exchanging her med school white coat for cable knit sweaters. Sneakers for deck shoes. Reading glasses for wayfarers.

Chaos for calm.

Which of course leads her right into Lexa's shop a few weeks into getting settled, deciding a new skin routine may be in order as well. Maybe a new lotion and a few handdipped candles to line her fancy new bath tub too, if the hand painted sign outside the shop is to be trusted.

Of course all chances at being the chill, solitary new girl in town who lives quietly and keeps to herself kind of fly right out the window when she hears the little ding of the bell overhead and looks up to see brilliant, soft green eyes already crinkled at the edges in a welcoming smile. Seeing all that sun kissed brown hair pulled back in a delicate crown of braids, the waterfall length of untamed curls falling over strong but slender shouders. Hearing that lyrical voice that's not at all chipper like she'd expect from someone peddling holistic wares. Instead it's soft and vibrant, more like too-warm honey that's been left out in the afternoon sun. Feminine but sure of itself as she merely bids a simple, "Hello, can I help you find anything in particular?"

All that chill is also nowhere to be seen when this freaking angel made of droplets of sunshine and chamomile takes it upon herself to squeeze a dollop of the lotion she'd been eyeing into Clarke's palm and start massaging it in with hands that are so fucking soft Clarke forgets how to breathe. Her intense eye contact as she gently explains the ingredients and why they're so good doesn't help either. Not that Clarke could be PAID to recite any of it, not having taken in a single damn syllable.

She could easily tell you the exact slope of the woman's eyelashes though. Could probably draw the freckle on her upper lip from memory too.

Of course Clarke would leave 2 bags and the shopowner's business card heavier, $70 lighter, and with absolutely no qualms about trading in at least part of her medical knowledge for giving this holistic stuff a try.

And that's it! That's all! Just a pretty girl who is maybe slightly nuts but beautiful and sweet who runs a little holistic beauty shop.

Nothing life altering or anything for Clarke, obviously.

Clarke being new and so in her head about everything and all the changes? It's just A Lot already on her plate. She doesn't have the space for anything else.

But... then there's just Lexa. So unassuming and mild and calming in her presence. Undemanding of Clarke's attention despite always seeming to have it. That slow fall into each other over too prolonged eye contact and friendly waves as Lexa glances at her through the arching windows of her shop, Clarke seeing those plump lips tug up into a grin that mouths an amused but unheard "Hi" as Clarke walks past for the third time that day.

Total coincidence.

But the friendship blooms just like the little plants and sprigs around Lexa's shop. Taking shape and growing as the season changes.

Passing glances and friendly waves turning to chance meetings and slipping away to sit on the bench at the end of the pier, splitting batches of seasoned fries and garlic aioli that Clarke has no idea where Lexa manages to put considering all her halter tops and sundresses that, whew, just leave not much to the imagination.

Walking through a local garden/woodsy path and talking aimlessly for hours as she watches Lexa collect little wildflowers and clovers along the way, stowing them in a satchel she keeps in her long flowy pants, only to drop by the shop the next afternoon and find that the tiny wood nymph-turned shopkeeper has braided her treasures from their outing into her hair that day.

Walks along the rocky beachside and lunches sat huddled together in the park. Lexa sharing how she got into her business and Clarke relaying her past in the medical world just to falter, only to breathe a sigh of relief at Lexa's lazy grin, "Don't worry, Dr. Griffin. I still believe in the power of penicillin."

Lexa showing Clarke where she makes her wares while standing far too close than what's necessary as she lets Clarke peruse everything. Always catching Clarke's gaze in her excitement at Lexa's creations, holding them with that soul-quieting smile of hers.

Clarke noticing how Lexa's scent changes slightly with the seasons because of course Lexa only works with fresh product. Noting how as the months get colder, she goes from airy, delicate lilac scents to heavier sage and sandlewood notes. Fresh pine, peppermint, and holly. Noticing how cute little painted toes trade in their freer sandles for more sensible uggs and the occasional snow boot, seeing how dresses and spaghetti straps get exchanged for cardigans and knitted sweaters big enough to juuust effortlessly slip off her shoulder...

(Still no bra)

(Not that she's... keeping track...)

Lexa is just so unexpected and so... not at all anything Clarke would've ever thought she'd be attracted to. Beyond just her stunning face that is, obviously. It's her personality. She's not someone Clarke can easily "put in a box". She's not quite a hippie, she's not exactly new agey, she's certainly not weak, but she's not overbearing. She's maybe a liiiittle bit nuts, but also so fuckin smart and not cocky about it at all. But absolutely is cocky about the silliest things, like being good at Scrabble and knowing how to fold a fitted sheet. (Again, liiiittle bit nuts.) She's kind, but not a pushover. Soft in ways Clarke can't even begin to fathom or calm her heart over, but so deceptively strong, both in body and spirit.

And she's quiet. Quiet and reserved in her perfectly Lexa way. Yet, when she does open up, there's so much there. So many layers to her, and every time Clarke thinks she's gotten to the bottom of the question mark that is "Lexa", there's a whole new labyrinth to uncover.

The connection between them expands and blooms and becomes something entirely its own. And it kind of just gradually dawns on her that Clarke has somehow managed to find her best friend in the entire world... and has promptly fallen in love with her.

Now.

If I wrote this obviously very short ficlet (😤), would anyone read it?

[clexmas24]

Hey everyone! Clexmas is right around the corner and will begin on the 16th of December this year, hope you’re ready! 

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Dec. 16 - Day 1: Home for the Holidays

Dec. 17 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice List

Dec. 18 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

Dec. 19 - Day 4: Snowed In

Dec. 20 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions

Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

Dec. 22 - Day 7:  Free Day

[hedawanheda]

no body, no crime

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

Neither are aware that they are dating each other.

or

a clexa serial killer/necromancer au

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[bottom-lexa]

E S T R U T ™

Alpha!Clarke x Omega!Lexa for Wanheda’s Dagger Week

ESTRUT™ is an app for unmated Alphas and Omegas to find a companion during their ruts and heats. The app was created not for dating or relationships, or even casual hookups, but for the sole purpose of giving Alphas and Omegas a satisfying and reliable way to deal with that time in their cycles. Clarke Griffin, a season ESTRUT™ user, and Lexa Woods, a reluctant app member who had no choice but to sign up given the intensity of her heats, find each other as perfect matches to their cycles.

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[unchartedcloud]

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

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

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[clexa-surrogacy-au]

Between Our Love

Chapter 10: Fifteen Seconds

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

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

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

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

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

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[jazzyjazzin]

Summary:

Family holidays are made a bit awkward when you're always forced to be around the girl who cold-shouldered your "I love you" with a three-month bout of silence. But man is it even more so when there are not enough rooms for everyone at the hotel that was booked and you get stuck sharing a bed with that same sort of ex who is trying their very best to get back to the friendship that you once shared. None of it's that bad really, it's really easy to mold over the past, make things easy for each other since you'll see each other for every major family event.

Problem is...

Lexa doesn't want to be friends.

[sassymajesty]

LIFE AT HOME

A series of one shots that follow Clarke and Lexa as they navigate motherhood with their three children: Aden and the twins, Madi and Becca.

previously a patreon story, now on ao3.

[anonfanfic]

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

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

[asleepingtiger]

New chapter for Love Hurts - Oh to be Jolly at Christmas

Little snippet

“I need to start thinking about decorating for Christmas, I don’t know where to start if I’m honest.”

Costia scowled at the statement and sat right up. Without realising the bed covers fell from her and revealed her bare chest, she was too shocked at what Lexa said to care.

Lexa’s gaze went from her face straight to her exposed body, once she noticed what she had done her cheeks grew pink.

“Miss Woods, don’t tell me you’ve never decorated for Christmas!” Costia just stared at her waiting for an answer.

Lexa cleared her throat, “yeah when I was a kid.”

Costia blinked at her a few times before she said anything.

“I don’t believe you, not as an adult?”

Lexa shrugged, “I just let Anya do it most of the time.”

“I get the feeling that you worked all through Christmas to even care.”

“Towards the end of my relationship with Clarke, I buried myself in work, it was easier, she always decorated.”

Costia relaxed her posture upon hearing this new information.

“I see,” The redhead softly said.

Lexa looked back to Costia’s chest, “I think you’re a bit cold, Cos.”

Costia looked down and laughed, “Yup, I, better get ready and go to work.”

“Yeah, I need to go for a run.” Lexa put her phone away and got out of bed, “when are you next free?”

Costia watched Lexa make her way to the chest of draws pulling out her running gear. She didn’t mean for the conversation to end so abruptly but she did need to get going. She wanted to post the job ad as soon as possible.

“Tonight.”

[thessclexa]

Vikings AU update!

may we meet again in valhalla

chapter 3/4: read here

[butmakeitgayblog]

meet me in moonlight, under the old willow tree

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A tap against the door barely breaks the silence of the night for how soft it is. The sound makes Clarke's stomach swoop with elation and a wonderful sense of dread. Instinct has her snatching up her knife and resting a hand on the pistol at her hip. She slips away from the table as the door eases open, fading back to the edges of the shadows and preparing to sink even further into the darkness depending on what comes through the door.

Her heartbeat pops like gunshots as Clarke holds her breath. Watching. Waiting. Feeling the barren pit of her stomach rumble in a jolt of queasiness that has nothing to do with it's lack of food.

But the fingers that wrap around the wood and ease the door open have her sighing in instant relief.

She knows those fingers.

Intimately.

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Or Clarke sneaks away from Arkadia to meet with the Commander in the dead of night

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[clexmas24]

Dec. 16 - Day 1 Home for the Holidays

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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!!

[bottom-lexa]

Pregnant Lexa

A moodboard for my Clexa fic, Tarnished but so grand.