#clexa fanfiction

[clexmas24]

Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

REMEMBER TO TAG! #Clexmas24 #7DaysofClexa #Day 6 Secret Santa

[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.

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a clexa serial killer/necromancer au

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[mozz14]

A Home for the Holidays?

Clexmas 2024 - Historical AU - read here on AO3

Destitute, in disguise and on the run. Clarke Griffin is a long way from anywhere. As her young daughter's cough gets more persistent, the snow begins to fall. Surrounded by forest, a widow is only just holding it together for the sake of her son. Perhaps together they might find a home for the holidays

[butmakeitgayblog]

Medusa and The Blind Woman

Act I

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She crashes in on an easterly wave. 

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

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

It's all become so painfully predictable. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gods damn it all!"

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

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

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

Or. Captor.

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

In its place is a boat. 

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

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

Well.

This is certainly not what she had expected. 

Because…

She's blonde. 

Her apparent assassin is blonde. 

And a woman.  

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

In fact, this assassin is downright dainty.  

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[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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[macolethings]

LINKED CLEXA STORIES

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

Current WIP

Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)

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

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

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Completed Works

Witch’s Chimney

Collaboration with @mozz14

Summary: Lexa is living a quiet life in the woods away from her past. Clarke and Madi are seeking a new life on the other side of the mountains. Truths will be revealed, lessons learned, and hearts captured, as the Darkness haunting Lexa returns.

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Imperfectly Perfect Series

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The Woods Are My Home

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

Karma, Friend or Foe

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

[lesbiwlw]

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

anyway, here it is:

[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.

[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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[100hearteyes]

it should be spring

Chapter 2 - If You Forget Me

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Clarke opens the book at random and all her bravado vanishes the instant she realizes what’s written before her eyes. She’s sure her eyes are wide as saucers as they fly back to Lexa’s, and her own ears burn.

“Is she– and is she– are they…?”

Lexa’s lips pull up in a slow smirk, a staggering shift from just a few moments ago. She still looks flushed and a bit winded, but her eyes glint with intent. The tables have turned.

“I told you this was where they hide their best books, Clarke.”

[clexmas24]

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

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

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

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

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

#Clexmas24  #7DaysofClexa

Dec. 16 - Day 1: Home for the Holidays

Dec. 17 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice List

Dec. 18 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

Dec. 19 - Day 4: Snowed In

Dec. 20 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions

Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

Dec. 22 - Day 7:  Free Day

[hedawanheda]

the babysitter

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

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Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That traitor,”

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

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

“Anya,”

Anya.

That couldn’t be Anya Woods, could it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We go way back,” Clarke argued.

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

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

“Well let’s ask,”

“What are you-“

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

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

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

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

“I hate you,”

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

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

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

“Yeah, well, I’m full of regrets,”

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

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

“Tonight at seven,” Lexa frowns.

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

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

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

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

“With who?”

“Funny you should ask…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shut up. She does not like me,”

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

“It wouldn’t hurt,”

“So you’ll do it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s nine, Clarke!”

“Almost ten,” said Madi.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mozz14]

Alpha Dance Company

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

[butmakeitgayblog]

Teach Me

Ch. 6

It's a Date

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Lexa felt like she was walking on air.

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

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

And yet…

Clarke had kissed her back.

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

Quite plainly, it all always came back to Clarke. 

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[unchartedcloud]

Final Chapter: My Only Wish (This Year)

On the eve of Christmas, Lexa has one last chance to tell Clarke how she feels. Bullied by her children to make a movie-worthy confession, the innkeeper discovers whether there's any magic in a Christmas wish.

“Okay, okay. Well what is this that’s so important that it couldn’t wait?” Clarke picks apart the wrapping paper. “And was worth risking your life?” “That’s putting it a bit dramatically, don’t you think?” The little white box beneath the sky blue paper is nothing special; it isn’t branded, bears no pattern, and isn’t even tied with ribbon. It’s just a small, plain box bought from the stationary store however many months ago and happened to fit the two inch long, diamond-shaped red key tag nestled inside. That is branded, with the golden logo emblazoned on every one of the Polaris’ key tags…but this one, unlike those, has a C in place of a room number.  Clarke lifts it delicately from the box but doesn’t say anything. Lexa gulps, unable to read the look on a face hidden by hat and curls, and compulsively starts to explain: “It’s symbolic. That is to say…” Blue eyes, the color of a bright winter sky, look up at her, and any success she’d had at sorting out her words evaporates immediately. Gods, what is she doing here? How did she let her kids talk her into this?? “I know it hasn’t been that long, but Clarke…” Her heart hammers in her chest. In truth, she’s already done the crazy thing. What could she possibly lose now? “I would be most honored if you came to visit again, even after you came to say goodbye. So take this as a promise that you will always have a room at the Polaris.”

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