#clexa fluff

[macolethings]

This is going to be so helpful in the story I’m writing!

blossoming romance writing prompts:

accidental hand touching

eye contact across a crowded room

exchanging secret smiles

first conversations alone

admiring them from afar

asking them about their family

visiting them at their place of work

discovering common interests

exchanging gifts for the first time

a surprise encounter

picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

nervous embarrassment around them (blushing, fidgeting etc)

complimenting their appearance

looking at their lips as they talk

finding excuses to be alone with each other

naturally gravitating closer together

noticing their individual quirks

hello/goodbye hugs that linger

talking late into the night

clumsy attempts at flirting

sharing long term dreams, goals and aspirations with one another

playful teasing

being unable to keep their eyes off of them

attempting to find out if they are single/available

finding comfort in their scent

creating art inspired by them

sharing an umbrella in the rain, or a coat/blanket in the cold

surprising them with their favourite treat

visiting their home for the first time

confiding in them

[heda-in-the-clouds]

Here's a fluffy and cute story about how yoga!Lexa and surfer!Clarke met Fish the puppy. The lovely and amazingly talented @lexa-griffins drew this sketch of Lexa holding Fish for me. She's the absolute best beta I could have asked for

That's not a fish

Lexa dug her toes into the cold sand that morning as the early sunrise gently warmed her skin. She and Clarke were just a couple of days into their two week road trip for the summer.

After their passionate night under the stars, she decided to let Clarke sleep some more that morning. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled last night's events.

The beach parking lot was empty which allowed them to open their van's backdoor and watch the sunset as they made love with each other. They were finally free to moan and scream out their pleasures that were only drowned out by the crashing waves.

Clarke took her from behind as they watched the sunset over the calm horizon. The dying rays of light warmed her skin while Clarke's vigorous thrusts warmed her core. As the waves pounded the beach, Clarke pounded into her. She felt every push and pull of Clarke's strokes like the ocean's tide. The waves crashing into the beach left the sand wet just like how Clarke's thrusts left her wet.

She finally saw a brilliant explosion of color in her eyes as she climaxed. She couldn't tell if it was the plethora of colors from the sunset or her powerful orgasm blinding her. She didn't care as Clarke filled her.

Lexa snapped herself free from her memory when she felt her yoga shorts getting wet. It was too early to be getting those thoughts and she didn't pack nearly enough underwear.

She needed to cool down and focus her thoughts. She pulled out her yoga mat, laid it down on the cool sand, and started her early morning yoga routine. She went through her usual motions and gracefully held and transitioned between her favorite poses.

She got into a downward dog, closed her eyes, and meditated to clear her mind. As she meditated, she suddenly felt something wet licking her face. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of an adorable golden retriever puppy watching her curiously. She couldn't help but smile and gush at her new fluffy companion.

"Bark." The puppy playfully barked when Lexa smiled at him.

"What's your name cutie? I'm Lexa." She cheerfully asked as she continued holding her form.

"Bark bark." The puppy continued barking at his new friend.

"It's so nice to meet you 'Bark bark.' You're just the cutest thing aren't you?" Lexa lovingly blurted out.

The puppy bashfully tilted his head, looked down, and dug his tiny paw into the sand after hearing Lexa's compliment. The puppy then began prancing around hoping Lexa would stop whatever she's doing and play with him. Lexa couldn't help but grin at this fluffy bundle of joy.

The puppy then arched his back and leaned forward as he tried to copy Lexa's pose. She giggled when his floppy ears covered his eyes causing him to roll over onto his back and let out soft whimpers. Lexa quickly got out of downward dog, sat down and reached for him.

"I guess I'm done with yoga for today. It's okay puppy. You're alright. I'm here." Lexa soothed her new companion as she rubbed his belly. He gave her an appreciative bark.

"Yoga isn't for everyone. You should meet Clarke. She's really bad at yoga too." Lexa chuckled when the puppy tilted his head at her as if he could understand her.

Seeing a new place to sit, the puppy waddled over and climbed over her legs. He spun around in a couple of circles before clumsily plopping himself down onto her lap. He nuzzled into her stomach hoping to warm himself up. Lexa just beamed and gushed when the puppy finally settled himself into her lap.

"What are you doing all out here by yourself buddy? Do you belong to anyone?" Lexa asked as she rubbed the puppy's head and scratched his ears.

"Ow ow." The puppy whined which sounded like a 'No' to Lexa's ears. She then checked his collar for any tags but couldn't find any. She knew the beach was empty last night and this morning so she figured he was a stray.

"Well, you're sticking with me now. How do you like that?"

"Awoo" The puppy adorably howled and wagged his tail after hearing the good news. He then climbed onto Lexa's chest and began smothering her face with wet kisses using his tongue. Lexa giggled and laughed as her new friend gave her an early morning bath.

"I guess that's a yes puppy. I just gotta give you a name first. I can't keep calling you puppy."

The puppy then stopped lapping Lexa's face with his tongue and patiently stared at her.

"Mhm, what about Fish? We found you at the beach and my girlfriend is a marine biologist and crazy about them. What do you say Fish?"

"Awooooooo!" The puppy gleefully howled and smothered Lexa with even more kisses.

"Okay Fish. Stop. Let's go and show you off to Clarke." Lexa pleaded as she pulled Fish off her and set him down so she could roll up her yoga mat.

Fish bounced excitedly as he waited for her. Once she was done, she beckoned Fish to follow her up the trail to their van. Fish happily barked as he weaved between her legs during their walk.

As Lexa got closer to their van, she noticed that Clarke was already up. Her feet were hanging over the edge as she probably sipped her morning cocoa. Wanting to surprise her girlfriend, Lexa bent down so she could talk to Fish.

"Okay Fish. Are we ready to meet Clarke? She's so gonna love you. I mean how can she not with your big floppy ears, adorable brown eyes, and warm fluffy fur that's the same color as her hair." Lexa gently patted his head and rubbed behind his ears.

"Bark!"

"Shh! Don't want to ruin the secret just yet." Lexa grinned as she zipped her lips with her finger.

Fish stuck out his tongue which seemed like an 'Ok' to Lexa. She then gestured for him to wait there so he was out of sight. He bobbed his head up and down. Lexa smiled and silently told herself that Fish was already so smart.

Lexa then walked to the back of the van where she saw Clarke drowsily drinking her morning cocoa with her eyes still closed and their blanket wrapped tightly around her.

Sensing Lexa was near, Clarke immediately opened the blanket and her legs.

"Come on babe. It's cold. I need my girlfriend to warm me up." Clarke groggily uttered when she felt the cool ocean breeze penetrate her warm blanket fortress.

Lexa quickly stepped inside and between Clarke's legs. Clarke immediately pulled her in close and wrapped the blanket tight around them. They both leaned into each other and softly kissed. Clarke's hummed at the subtle taste of salt on Lexa's cold lips. Lexa moaned as she tasted the sweet chocolate on Clarke's warm lips.

"Morning love." They both greeted each other once they broke their kiss but still nuzzled their noses together.

"I missed you this morning. In fact, we missed you this morning." Clarke softly whispered to Lexa's ear.

"We?" Lexa furrowed her eyebrows.

Clarke pulled Lexa in closer with her legs and smirked into her neck when Lexa felt her hard against her shorts.

"I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night. Since we fucked in front of the sunset, I wanted to go full circle and fuck you in front of the sunrise." Clarke murmured into Lexa's neck.

"Clarke you dog!" Lexa playfully slapped her girlfriend's chest. She suddenly heard Fish's tiny whimper next to her. He had inadvertently walked up to her after hearing the word dog.

"I'm sorry babe but you looked so peaceful this morning that I didn't want to wake you. It looked like you could use the extra rest." Lexa apologized.

"Besides, we still have plenty of more beaches to visit on our road trip. You have more chances to fuck me in front of a sunrise or sunset." Lexa reassured.

"All is forgiven babe. Now that you're here, what do you say about a morning quickie? I could use one to start the day and get my blood flowing. I felt your shorts and they're already wet." Clarke cheekily grinned as she rubbed Lexa's sides and began dipping her fingers into her yoga shorts.

"Claaarke. Wait, I have to show you something first and promise you won't freak out." Lexa uttered before she gave into Clarke's proposal for a quickie.

"Umm, ok. What is it Lexa?" Clarke inquired as she stopped squeezing her girlfriend's ass and let her go.

"Wait here. You're gonna love this surprise." Lexa then walked to the side of their van and picked up Fish who started licking her hands, eager for attention.

"Ready boy?"

"Bark!"

Lexa walked back to Clarke, cradling Fish in her arms.

"Meet Fish!" Lexa excitedly squealed as she shoved her puppy into Clarke's face.

"That is a dog." Clarke countered with a confused expression.

"Yeah, Fish." Lexa grinned as she began to rock Fish in her arms so his floppy ears began waving around.

"Bark bark bark" Fish happily barked at Clarke.

"You named the puppy Fish?" Clarke asked as she sat perplexed in the van as Lexa danced happily with Fish in front of her.

"Yeah, he's ours. I found him all alone this morning while I was doing yoga. He has no tag and there was no one else on the beach either last night or this morning so he must be a stray. We're adopting him because we can't just leave him all by himself here. He needs a family. Also, I named him Fish well because I found him at the beach and you like fish because you're a marine biologist so I put two and two together and ta-da, I came up with Fish. Look Clarke, he's so fluffy!!!!" Lexa breathlessly spoke before she shoved Fish directly in front of Clarke's face who was still processing in all the new information.

"Ours?" Clarke gulped nervously as four eyes stared longingly at her. Fish's tiny brown eyes watered as he let out an adorable yawn. Lexa's soft green irises begged as she pouted her lips.

"Ok, fine. We can keep Fish." Clarke finally gave in after she was overcome with emotions at how soft and cute Lexa looked holding her fluffy Fish in her arms.

"Awooooo!" Fish happily howled as he wiggled in Lexa's arms.

"Yay!!! Thank you babe! I love you. We love you don't we Fish? Fish say thank you to Clarke." Lexa gleefully squealed.

Suddenly, Clarke felt Fish's wet tongue slobbering all over her face as Lexa laughed hysterically in the background.

"Okay, I think Fish has said enough thank you's to me already babe." Clarke panted out as she tried to avoid Fish's tongue.

"Um Clarke?" Lexa shyly asked after she pulled Fish away from Clarke's now drool covered face.

"Yes love?" Clarke calmly responded as she wiped off Fish's drool from her face using their blanket.

"How do you take care of a dog? I've never had a pet before." Lexa quietly confessed.

Clarke groaned and sighed. This was going to be a long road trip.

[owl127]

Unplanned Pregnancy (T)

Clexa; read on Ao3

Alpha!Lexa, Omega!Clarke, family drama, alpha!Anya, omega!Raven 0000

Lexa stretched as she pushed her car door closed. Her fingers toyed with the new coffee stains on her collar, little brown dots that littered all the way to her tie. With a long sigh, she loosened the garment and smashed her low-battery car key until her truck beeped in success.

With three kids in college and one on the way to a scholarship, Lexa worked as many shifts as she could.

Late afternoon light reflected on Raven’s bright red EV in front of their garage. Lexa squinted her eyes, trying to remember if Clarke had invited them to dinner, but it could be the two omegas simply catching up. She climbed the steps to the garage door with a light bounce, her gun holder clicking against her belt at each step. 

A frown crossed her face when she entered the kitchen. The house was silent beside light sniffing, and Lexa went into alert mode, walking into the living room before taking  off her uniform or gun. The alpha bristled at the scene, going to Clarke and Lumi first.

Clarke held their daughter to her chest, tears trailing down their faces. Raven finished a call with a sharp order to “come over, it’s important” and turned to Lexa with red eyes.

Cold ran down Lexa’s spine, her hand on Clarke’s shoulder. “Where’s Anya?” 

“She’s coming. And she’s fine,” Raven answered. “That’s not the situation here.”

“Situation? Clarke?” Lexa asked, looking between the omega trio and settling on her wife.

Clarke disentangled from the embrace, cupping Lumi’s cheek to give her a soft peck on her splotchy, red skin. “Hey,” she said to Lexa in a calm tone, which helped Lexa relax.

 “What’s going on?” Lexa sat next to her wife and daughter, trying to meet Lumi’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s going to hate me,” Lumi exhaled in a ragged whisper, more tears spilling from eyes that matched Lexa’s. 

“Who’s going to hate you?” Her patience running thin, Lexa raised her voice.

A firm grasp on her forearm was the message to control her tone. Lexa looked at Clarke in complete loss, unsure of why she was being chastised.

Raven watched the scene with a sad smile.

Clarke murmured something to Lumi, but the teenager shook her head, biting her lip. With a sigh, and a hand holding tight on Lexa’s forearm, Clarke spoke with a longing finality,

“Lumi’s pregnant.”

It didn’t do it at first. It didn’t click in Lexa’s mind that their youngest, their little protégé, their only omega, their sweet girl, her baby, her pup … was pregnant. 

When Lexa tried to speak, it was an indignant squeak. She stood, shaking off Clarke’s hand. One look at Raven and realization sank in: Lumi’s girlfriend, Hannah.

The front door slammed open along with the sound of laughter, and Lexa’s nose caught the potent scent of alpha. Mother and daughter.

“Hey guys,” Anya greeted the crowd with both arms full of groceries. “What’s the emergency that couldn’t wait for groceries?”

“Or a shower,” Hannah said. Covered in sweat from soccer practice, Hannah strolled into the room with a young alpha confidence, all cocky grins and swag. Her dirty blonde hair, the same shade as her mother’s, contrasted well with her amber eyes. 

It surprised Lexa when Hannah was the first to react to the heavy fog of distressed hormones in the room, her teen smile dropping. Her eyes searched for Lumi on the couch and Lexa snarled.

That was when Anya realized something was wrong.

Lexa focused on the eyes, the smirk, the alpha, and red took her vision.

She ignored Clarke’s shout or Raven’s gasp as she launched forward, fist aimed at a high cheekbone. There was a dry, loud crack at the contact.

Anya dropped the bags at the sudden blow, but Lexa was faster, and a second punch found Anya’s face before she could take a step back. 

Hannah didn’t interfere, in a similar shock to the flabbergasted Lumi on the couch as they watched the scene unfold with open mouths as their mothers rolled onto the living room carpet.

With Lexa being more rage than technique, Anya rolled them to get the upper hand, though not without another blow to her stomach.

A broken chair and shattered vase later, Clarke disentangled the alphas, draped on Lexa’s back to hold her arms.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Anya exclaimed with a bloody nose. Raven, unimpressed, went by her side with a frozen peas bag.

“With me?” Lexa snarled again.

Clarke tightened her hold before Lexa could surge forward for another attack. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Lexa shouted, her braid falling messily around her face. “Can’t you fucking teach your daughter how to use a condom?!”

“I—what?” Anya winced when Raven coaxed the cold package against her face, though her expression was pure confusion. 

The alphas turned to look at the couch, where Lumi had been crying again, and Hannah held her with the same confused frown that was between Anya’s brows. 

Lexa slumped against Clarke, who released her with a light shove. “That was uncalled for,” Clarke hissed at her mate. 

Raven and Anya shared a two phrase conversation, Anya’s eyebrow shooting to her hairline and then down again in a frown. 

“I’m sorry,” Anya said, and when she looked at her daughter, Hannah’s eyes were full of tears. “I’m sorry, Lexa,” she repeated after a long pause. 

A sharp elbow in her gut forced Lexa’s next words out. “I’m sorry too. I flipped. With Serah and the boys in college, and Lumi’s track scholars—” Another hard elbow and Lexa shut up. 

“Now is not the time to fight,” Clarke said in a tone lower than Lumi was used to listening to her mother. 

“How far along?” Anya had not looked at her daughter again, instead holding the frozen peas to her bloody nose while asking directly to Clarke.

“Ten weeks.” 

Anya gulped, cursing under her breath. “We need to talk.” Anya put the bloodied peas down, eyes first on Raven, then on Lexa. “We have the beach house, and I can join Indra’s task force again.”

“She’s under our insurance, and we will update it,” Clarke added, two fingers massaging her temple. She had her migraine face.

“Mom.” Hannah’s voice was unsure and cracked when the four adults in the room looked at her. “I can help. Instead of going to college this fall—”

“You’re going to college,” Raven interrupted firmly. “That’s out of the question.”

“Did you mate?” The teenage couple shook their heads at Lexa’s dry question. 

“So they can be separated,” Raven completed for Lexa. Hannah tightened her arm around Lumi.

“I don’t want to leave.” Hannah dared once more, and Raven’s teary eyes burned with constricted fury.

“I pulled in favors I cannot do again to get that shot at your scholarship,” Raven warned. “And you delivered. You’re eighteen. You will go to college.”

Anya’s nose started bleeding again, and Clarke walked her to the closest bathroom.  

“Let’s talk tomorrow. I need a scotch.” Lexa didn’t wait to see anyone’s reaction and, hand tight around her gun, walked to the kitchen. 

“Hey.” Raven kneeled in front of the couch looking at her daughter and goddaughter. Raven rested one hand on Hannah’s knee and another on Lumi’s. “We will figure things out. You both will study, and we all can help with the baby.”

“Mom, is it ok if I stay here tonight?” Hannah had a hand over Lumi’s shoulder and the younger omega had her face buried into her neck for comfort.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lexa replied while reentering the living room, a full glass in her hand. “That was what got us in this mess.”

“We used condoms…” Hannah said weakly, eyes low under Lexa’s burning gaze.

“She’s sixteen,” Lexa spat back, pheromones escalating. 

“Lexa!” Clarke called from the hallway at seeing her mate staring down the terrified young alpha. 

“No Clarke, there’s no excuse for this.” Lexa turned and didn’t notice when Lumi started crying again.

“Lex.” Raven stood up, resting a calming hand on Lexa’s shoulder. “Anya and I will stop by after work so we can talk.”

Anya emerged from the bathroom with a tampon stuck in her nose and didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Hannah’s first tears rolled down at the clear shame in Anya’s posture.

“We’ll talk numbers tomorrow.” Anya opened the front door, leaving the groceries behind. Raven touched Clarke’s shoulder and walked behind Anya, and, hesitantly, Hannah followed her parents.

After the door closed behind Hannah, Lumi failed to swallow a sob and ran upstairs to her bedroom.

“Lexa.”

Lexa cursed at Clarke’s tone.

“I did what I had to,” Lexa defended herself before the accusation.

“You broke Anya’s nose.”

“I doubt it. She’s fine.” Shame crept into Lexa’s cheeks, but she wouldn’t give in. At least not yet.

“You’re going to have to deal with this, Lexa. There’s no punching your way out of this. Lumi wants to keep it, and we will respect her choice.” Clarke touched Lexa’s tense shoulder, her fingers digging into the muscle. “She needs you right now.”

“I… I know.” She touched her mate’s hand.

“So get it together,” a teasing smile made its way to Clarke’s face, “grandma.”

Lexa felt warmth in her cheeks and grunted under her breath. “Too soon.”

“You have a few months to get used to it.”

“I’m not sure if I ever will.”

0000

Lexa waltzed between the living room and kitchen with precision and speed, the toddler on her hip not slowing her for a single second.

“Aden, do you call those balloons? You can do better than that,” she told her son, who raised an eyebrow and continued to blow into colorful balloons. “This arch better be ready by the time the guests are here.”

“He’s turning one.” Jake walked from the garage carrying folded chairs, a chuckle escaping his thin beard. “He won’t remember the balloon arch.”

“But I will!” Lexa called as the front door opened. “Oh, your momma is here,” Lexa whispered to her grandson, watching his light brown eyes sparkle as Hannah walked in, her cadet uniform crumpled. “Say hi to momma.”

“Hey.” Hannah kissed the top of her son’s head, her arms loaded with party supplies. “Where do I put all of this?”

“Octavia and your mom are outside next to the pool,” Lexa instructed as JJ found her watch more interesting than the pacifier hanging around his neck. “I’ll go check the cake.”

“Did Clarke bake it?” Hannah asked on her way to the backyard.

“Lumi helped.” At Hannah’s grimace, Lexa amended, “she’s just helping with the icing. Don’t worry.”

An excited shriek erupted from Lexa’s chest as JJ saw his mom and other grandma in the kitchen. Or it could have been the cake; the kid was known for his appetite. Unsurprisingly, considering the mix of Lexa and Anya’s genes.

“Ma-ma-ma-ma!” he babbled, pudgy hands in the air toward Lumi. Her icing-smudged cheeks broke into a smile.

“How’s the icing going?” Lexa asked while Lumi continued the somewhat smudged yellow icing.

“Surprisingly good.” Lumi leaned up so she could reach JJ’s cheeks for a kiss. “Mom went upstairs, though. Asked me to tell you to go after her.”

Lexa frowned and passed JJ to Lumi. “Is something wrong?”

Lumi shrugged, one arm around her pup and the other back on the icing. 

“I’ll be right back,” Lexa said and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.

Clarke’s ponytail was skewed as she sat on the bed, staring at her phone as if it had offended her ancestors.

“Hey.” Clarke jumped at Lexa’s proximity, but then closed her eyes as her mate hugged her from behind. “You smell like baby powder,” Lexa whispered and nuzzled the fair hairs on Clarke’s nape. “What’s up?”

Clarke closed her eyes for a moment and held Lexa’s hand. “We need to talk.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m 45, Lexa.”

“Yeah. And?” Lexa dove into the soft skin of Clarke’s neck again. 

“And you’re 48.”

“I’m aware of the inevitability of time, Clarke,” Lexa whispered under her ear. “And JJ is one now. Everyone has a number.”

“Lexa, I’m serious.” 

Lexa lifted her head to actually see her mate: with red-rimmed eyes, Clarke bit her lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably. At least very risky, and I’m not sure we can pull it off this time, not to mention—”

Lexa turned to face Clarke, kissing her knuckles to stop the spiraling. That was unusual for Clarke. She almost never rambled. Her MO was to analyze, compartmentalize, get a to-do list.

“Clarke. What’s going on?” 

Endless scenarios went through Lexa’s head: Clarke was sick; something happened to the kids; the kids were sick; Clarke’s mom was sick. They all involved someone terminally ill.

Clarke wiped a tear away, the small wrinkles next to her eyes folding in her grimace.

“Does Liam need to be bailed out again? I told Serah—”

“None of the kids were arrested,” Clarke chuckled wetly. “But it’s about the kids.”

“If any of the girls are pregnant again, I will castra—”

“The girls are not pregnant!” Clarke took a deep breath, a tear rolling down and hanging by a thread as she avoided Lexa’s eyes. She blinked it away and looked at her mate. “I am.”

“You’re what?”

“Pregnant.”

“What now?”

Lexa knew the meaning of the word. After four pups, she was naturally familiar with the entire concept.

“You’re 45,” Lexa argued, inherently confused. “You barely get your heats any—”

Oh. Not as frequently, not as intense, but definitely still happening.

Like three months ago, when Lumi and Hannah surprised Lexa and Clarke with a weekend getaway for their anniversary.

“We stopped using protection years ago.” Lexa’s voice was faint. “You said—”

“Don’t you dare turn this on me!” Clarke said with a bite to her tone, and PTSD flashbacks of pregnant-Clarke-moods flashed in Lexa’s mind. “You were the one knotting!”

“You were in heat! You’re my mate!”

“This one is on you.”

“You always say that!”

“And it’s always true—why are you smiling?”

Despite the heat of the argument, Lexa could not stop the grin splitting her face.

“When did you find out?”

“I thought it was menopause,” Clarke breathed, showing her phone with the positive test result. “Or hepatitis.”

“Little hepatitis,” Lexa whispered to Clarke’s stomach. “Are you okay?”

“No sign of red flags. We can do the genetic testing for more details. If… if we’re keeping it.”

The grin withers in Lexa’s face. “What do you want?”

“I… I didn’t plan this.” Clarke threaded a hand through her ponytail and pulled her curls free. White streaked her blonde hair, and Lexa knew her own braid was the same. “I’m exhausted just thinking about it. But then…” She leaned down to place her forehead on Lexa’s shoulder. “Then I see you with JJ, and it makes me want to cry.” She sniffled quietly, and Lexa kissed her forehead.

“I could get a van again,” Lexa offered, heart beating fast in her chest. “And we already have one baby in the house. It will be like with the boys.”

Clarke groaned. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Should we tell people?”

“Not yet.” Clarke leaned back to kiss Lexa’s cheek. “It’s too risky. Let’s wait.”

“Okay. Whatever you want to do.” With a small push, Lexa laid down on the bed and pulled Clarke on top of her.

The party drifted from downstairs: jingles of children’s songs, laughter, the random balloon pop.

“We should get back.” Clarke tried to lift her head, but Lexa gently coaxed her down.

“Not yet,” Lexa whispered. “Let’s stay here a while. Just us.” 

Clarke’s entire body relaxed against her mate.

“Just the three of us.”

[camillepretzels]

I got a little something goin on my AO3 mwehehehe

Here's a snippet of the latest chapter:

"Anya mentioned you might be concerned about my parents," Lexa began, her voice soft and soothing. "And I understand just how intimidating they can be." She reached for a tissue, surprising Clarke as Lexa gently wiped away a stray dab of dressing Clarke had missed earlier from the corner of her lip, a gesture so tender it sent a fresh wave of tears prickling Clarke's eyes.

"You haven't changed a bit, Clarke," Lexa continued, her voice laced with affection. "Still as pretty and fierce as I remember. They'd love you for that. Trust me, if anyone's going to get the brunt of their disapproval, it'll be me, not you."

Clarke couldn't pinpoint the exact trigger. Maybe it was the way Lexa so effortlessly understood her unspoken anxieties. Maybe it was the unexpected compliment, the reminder of a time before burdens and responsibilities weighed them down. Maybe it was the progesterone and the hCG among the many hormones coursing through her, who knows? Or maybe it was simply the innocence that shone in Lexa’s eyes.

Tears welled up in Clarke’s own, spilling over and tracing glistening tracks down her flushed cheeks. Lexa's reassurance had struck a nerve. It wasn't just the fear of Indra and Gustus' reaction; it was the raw vulnerability of being seen, truly seen.

"What? I'm crying—What am I doing?" Clarke mumbled to herself, blinking rapidly as if trying to clear her vision. The confusion in her voice was laced with a touch of frustration. Here she was, a sobbing mess in a public diner, all because of Lexa's unexpected empathy.

Grasping for composure, she fumbled for a napkin, wiping her nose with a sniffle. Lexa simply watched, her own expression unreadable. The silence stretched, thick and heavy, making Clarke even more self-conscious.

"Don't look at me like that," Clarke blurted out, a touch of defiance in her voice. Lexa's unwavering gaze felt like a spotlight, highlighting her emotional unraveling.

Lexa, however, merely shifted in her seat and reached for her fries. She picked one up, her movements precise and controlled as if she were attending a formal dinner, not a roadside diner with a distraught, ketchup-stained Clarke across from her. Yet, despite the return to her usual composure, Clarke couldn't help but notice the way Lexa's eyes kept flicking back to her.

"Don't look at me like that either!" Clarke cried out, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill. The public setting, which had initially bothered her, seemed irrelevant now.

Lexa didn't respond with words, but a soft chuckle escaped her lips. The sound was rare, a melodic chime that struck a chord deep within Clarke. Unlike Lexa's tears, which were already few and far between, her laughter was almost mythical. Sure, there were smiles and moments of amusement, but this genuine, full-bodied chuckle was something special, reserved only for specific moments.

Seeing Lexa's reaction, a strange comfort washed over Clarke. The tears subsided a little, leaving behind a dampness around her eyes.

"Fine, you can look," Clarke relented, sniffing as she resumed eating.

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If you get the meme reference, thank you🙇

[lexa-griffins]

You're a monster with that farm clexa fight! We're just living in your angsty world

I cant wait to write the actual miscarriage ficlet, then you'll truly be living in my angsty world 😌😈

[syngularitysyn]

I have set my fics to be visible for registered users only because of AI scraping. Here is a list of my Clexa fics:

I also made a Clexa supercut - all Clexa scenes in 1 HD movie!

It Starts With a Chip - Complete Lone survivor Lexa attempts to fix a broken android in the hopes of gaining a companion. Tags: Android Clarke, dystopian/post-apocalyptic, solarpunk, hurt/comfort, fluff and angst.

Ceasefire - Complete When Clarke goes to a sex shop in town to find a hideous gag gift for her friend, the last person she wants to bump into is her nemesis Lexa Woods. Things only heat up from there. Tags: Enemies to lovers, smut, a/b/o dynamics.

the composition of me (through your eyes) - Complete Music student Lexa meets art student Clarke. Sparks fly, but Lexa's journey to self-acceptance still has a way to go before she's ready to let her guard down. Tags: Slow burn, fluff and angst, mutual pining, hurt/comfort.

At The Heart of Winter - Complete Clarke gets captured by the Ice Queen before Roan can take her to Polis. Tags: Canon divergent, angst + fluff and smut, there was only 1 cave.

Tensile - Complete Three different flavors of Lexa strapping. Tags: PWP, smut, genderqueer Lexa.

Hardwired - In progress... Bodyguard Lexa gets assigned as movie star Clarke Griffin’s personal security detail. The one time they met when she was in college they agreed to steer clear of each other despite sharing a best friend in Raven. Now she’s going to be stuck with the other alpha for weeks while her demanding father breathes down her neck after settings an ultimatum; take over the family company and mate the omega he has selected for her like she was always supposed to before she rebelled, or be disowned. Tags: Bodyguard AU, alpha/alpha, a/b/o dynamics, enemies to lovers.

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[luvmyoui]

PT2 OF HER FAVORITE PLS

am i still?(your favorite)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader, spiderwoman!yujin x felicia hardy (black cat) GP!YUJIN

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: cheating, violence, cursing, mentions of sex, self inflicted harm

word count: 6,822

a/n: i actually finished this a week ago but i js kept putting off proofreading bcz of how long this is😭😭😭 ALSO EVERYONE ASKING FOR A PT 2 SAY THANKS TO @second-daughter-of-clexa, FOR HELPING ME W THIS!!

The black cat and spiderwoman save the city together once again. could this relationship of theirs exceed just friends?

you rolled your eyes and turned off the tv, switching the channel was no use because it seemed that black cat and spiderwoman was all they talked about. you hated feeling this way, you knew you had no right to even doubt her, black cat was someone who helped her out. you should be thanking her, but instead all you could feel was jealousy, something that was very foreign to you. 

you never had a reason to be jealous in the past, you were the one people were jealous of. much to your dismay though, you were now the one overcome with the emotion of jealousy. It didn't help that you were yujin’s first for everything, her inexperience in relationships led to you not being able to freely communicate with her (you liked to tell yourself it was that). you couldn't help but think that you were being unfair with her by doubting her relationship with one of her few friends. you feeling this way was the reason you could never get yourself to confront her about this topic. 

yujin was never good at talking to people, this was one of the main reasons she was deemed a loser in school despite her good looks. when she became spiderwoman it was like becoming a new person, someone more confident, someone who could stand up for themselves. when yujin became friends with black cat, her confidence shot through the roof. someone as sexy as black cat was showing interest in her. although at the time black cat did not show any romantic or sexual interest in yujin, things changed quickly. 

it started off with light brushes that could be excused as accidents, maybe her hand accidentally brushing against yujin’s bicep. small things like that. the small touches soon escalated though, the light brushes becoming bolder and escalating into lingering touches on places that wouldn't be deemed as appropriate had they stayed longer. 

the red that tinted her face as black cat would whisper things into her ear made her start questioning things. on one hand, yujin felt amazing that someone this hot would make such advances. on the other, she doubted whether or not this was even appropriate for friends to do. surely this wasn't wrong? what was the issue if all they were doing was talking, flirting isn't cheating. seeing felicia as a close friend, yujin went to her with these worries and was immediately reassured. they weren't having sex, her girlfriend shouldn't have a problem with what she was doing.

when the lingering touches expanded into small gropes is when yuijn started to feel like what they were doing was wrong. yujin knew that touching her dick was reserved for only her girlfriend. If this was so then why was felicia touching it? although it was just small squeezes through her pants surely this couldn't be right. this time she went to another friend, harry. harry had been her friend since before she was spiderwoman so surely he’d give good advice. 

“uhh harry i need your advice on something.” yujin said, scratching the back of her neck as she sat down on harry’s bed. 

“sure, what is it?”

“okay, so you know how I'm dating y/n right?”

“yeah….?” 

“okay well i have this other friend whos like smoking hot-” yujin started but was soon cut off by harry’s question

“how hot are we talking about?”

“super fucking hot, like shes hella pretty and has such big boobs bro, her body is so fucking sexy. anyways though, we’re getting off topic. she keeps making moves on me, like she’ll ‘accidently’ brush her boobs on me, and she keeps touching my dick.” yujin explained, air quoting accidently.

“holy shit dude, can we trade lives! how the fuck do you have all these hot girls on your dick?!” 

“bro I don't know, isn't it like cheating or something like she keeps on touching my dick and like flirting with me.”

“dude no way! you have two girls tryna jump your bones bro you have to take advantage of this situation. plus, unless you stick it in her pussy it aint cheatin.” harry said, encouraging his friend. 

after this conversation with harry yujin felt over the moon, he was so right. why was she worrying about her girlfriend when she had such a hot girl in front of her. with her newfound confidence from her talk with harry, yujin found herself reciprocating the advances felicia made on her. of course she didn't do much as she still knew her boundaries and that she had a girlfriend, but a little fun wouldn't hurt. yujin's advances consisted of nothing more than flirting back and maybe a little groping here and there. 

“It's been a long day you know, why don't you come over for a bit?” felicia said as she looked up at yujin while feeling the muscles in yujin’s arms which had now become prominent due to the exertion. 

“I gotta get home though, my aunt’s probably waitin on me…..” yujin trailed off

“it’s already pretty late, i don't think she’d mind waiting a little longer. you can just tell her you got held up.” felicia said, ending her argument with a small squeeze to yujins dick.

groaning at the action, yujin decided that that was convincing enough and put an arm around felicia’s waist to web them both to felicia’s house. yujin soon arrived at the familiar building which contained felicia’s flat. yujin had been to felicia’s flat many times before, but never for this reason. In fact yujin and felicia had never gone further than groping and flirting. 

as they stood at the door of felicia’s flat, yujin couldn't seem to ignore the small voice in the back of her head telling her this was wrong. yujin wasn't a baby, she knew that all she was doing with felicia was wrong, she knew what they were gonna do was terrible. she just chose to ignore the thoughts that faced her with reality. she chose to use harry’s advice as an excuse.

It was selfish really, she wasn't like this before, she despised cheaters. your ex had cheated on you multiple times and yujin hated him for it, she hated him for doing something so cruel to someone as amazing as you. 

It wasn’t until felicia was on her knees with yujin’s cock freed from the confines of her pants and now in felicia’s mouth that yujin started to doubt what she was doing. ‘no but harry said….’ was what she said to herself pushing down the thoughts that what she was doing was wrong. 

“fuck it, im already doing it. might as well enjoy it.” she mumbled to herself before clearing her mind of thoughts and letting pleasure overtake her. 

yujin had never been this rough with someone, especially not to the person sucking her off. she didn't know where it came from but she was filled with rage. why did felicia have to be such a slut and seduce her, this was all felicia’s fault. never in her life had yujin said such degrading things to anyone but she couldn't seem to stop the words from leaving her mouth. 

sucked up by her thoughts, yujin lasted much longer than she ever had, and soon enough when she opened her eyes it was y/n she saw on her knees. ‘seeing’ y/n yujin suddenly snapped back to reality, pulling her dick out of felicia’s mouth and shoving it back into her pants. 

“fuck, this was a mistake, i have a girlfriend.” yujin said before leaving through the window, not allowing a response from felicia. 

tears clouded her vision as she webbed around, the thought of your face utterly heartbroken when you found out was all yujin could think of. yujin had become the one thing she hated most: a cheater, and she was the only one to blame for this. soon enough, yujin found herself at your bedroom window pulling it up and letting herself inside. 

“hey you, i was waiting.” you said eyes still on the assignment you had on your desk. 

more tears flowed out of her eyes at the thought that while she was out with another girl you were here waiting on her. she was the worst, she hated herself so much. she needed to tell you what she had done, she had committed the worst crime and the guilt weighed heavy in her heart. yujin was never good at secrets. she felt butterflies in her stomach, usually she loved the feeling of them, it always followed with a warm feeling in her chest. not this time though, it was like the butterflies were trying to eat their way out of her stomach. she wanted to throw up, she felt disgusted with herself. 

not hearing a response you turned towards your window and felt your heart drop at what you saw. yujin was on your window sill, face buried in her hands, water leaking from in between her fingers. you immediately got up and went to embrace yujin, you didn't get a response from her, her face still in her hands as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear. 

abruptly yujin broke away from your embrace and before you could question it she ran to the bathroom connected to your room. she collapsed next to the toilet and began to empty the contents of her stomach into it. you sat down next to her and gently swept her hair away from her face holding it into a makeshift ponytail as you rubbed her back.

you didn't know if it was because she was vomiting or if it was something you did but she burst out into tears again when you started touching her. you didn't know what was going on but you continued to try your best to comfort her. she soon stood up from the toilet, flushed it, rinsed out her mouth, and then silently walked to your bed, curled up into a ball, and continued to cry. 

you slowly approached her and sat down next to her on the bed, you started to rub her back and asked if she wanted to talk about it. she removed the arms covering her face slowly and looked up at you, the sight of her broke your heart. It was one you never wanted to see again, her eyes puffy and red with tear streaks lining her cheeks. her mouth was drawn into a frown and her eyes looked terrified, you never wanted to see her like this again. It was too heartbreaking. 

she cautiously sat up and removed your hand from her and held it in her own contemplating. she slowly raised your hand and as hard as she could she brought it down on her face. the action shocked you, the slap having been so hard her face turned and the red handprint now marking her face. you tried to snatch your hand away not wanting to hurt her but she was much stronger than you. she repeated the action multiple times, just slapping herself using your hand, you turned your face away not being able to look. you could feel the wetness of her still running tears on your hand and could feel your hand start to sting from the impact. 

“yujin please, stop!” you exclaimed your own tears now flowing. 

seeing and hearing you yujin immediately dropped your hand now starting to pull at her own hair while murmuring sorrys. you didn't know what had gotten into her, when you finally turned to face her you were horrified by the sight, her lip was bloodied and her face now turning a shade of purple. maybe if it was someone else you would have been scared but right now all you could feel was distress. yujin was hurt, you never wanted to see yujin hurt. 

“yujin STOP!” you exclaimed, grabbing onto her hands and detangling them from her hair, to bring them to your face. 

you knew she could easily break away from you but she didn't, you knew she wouldn't. not when you were this upset. 

yujin didn't know what to do, she wanted you to hurt her. she wanted to be beaten black and blue by your hands, maybe that would ease the guilt. she knew nothing could atone for what she had done but at least this way she would be getting hurt along with you. 

yujin prayed that this was all a bad dream, that she hadn't really gone and cheated. she knew that once the trust between you two was gone it may never come back. she didn't know what to do, she wanted to tell you so bad but she didn't want to say it aloud, she didn't want to make it real. she had this feeling burning in her stomach, the feeling you get when you’ve done something so bad you can't tell whether it's a dream or not. the dizziness that makes you feel that maybe if you get pinched you’ll wake up.

but this wasn't a dream, this was real, the blood running down her lip being a confirmation if anything. she wanted you to yell at her, tell her she was terrible, that she was the worst person ever. but knowing you, you definitely wouldn't. you were too nice to ever do that. 

“im so fucking sorry, i didnt mean to i swear i-i- i just- i dont know im such a bitch fuck please- just hit me, yell at me, please.” yujin said, struggling to get a sentence out due to her labored breathing. 

she couldnt breath, she couldn't seem to get air to enter her lungs causing trouble in her speech. this frustrated her to no end, she was so mad at herself for not being able to get full sentences out. why couldn't she stop crying long enough to talk properly?

“baby…” you trailed off, a deep frown on your face seeing yujin’s state. “you don't have to talk right now babe, let's just sleep for now. today must have been hard, you need your rest.” you continued the frown only getting deeper. 

your sentence only seemed to set off more tears, what you said had reminded her of what felicia had told her not too long ago. reminding her of the crime she had committed. 

seeing that nothing you said or did was helping you laid down on the bed and pulled yujin down with you. you held her face against your chest and felt her curl up next to you wrapping her arms around your waist as she held you close. the feeling of her whole body shaking as she sobbed into your chest made you want to cry. 

you continued to gently stroke her hair until her breathing evened out and the shaking of her body stilled. you felt the tears running down your own face, she was finally asleep but you seemed to be restless. you had a terrible feeling in your stomach, you weren't sure if you wanted to know what she had done that was so terrible. 

you slowly removed yourself from yujin before carefully getting out of bed and going to your closet. you pulled out your longest shorts and a shirt of hers that you had stolen, none of your normal clothes would fit her. you carefully removed the blue and red suit from yujin’s body and changed her clothes as cautiously as you could. you didn't want to wake her and risk her not falling asleep again. you hid her suit in your closet, the same place you always put it when yujin fell asleep before changing. you laid back in bed and immediately felt yujin curl up into you, and before you knew it you had also fallen asleep. 

you awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes, you found this weird since your dad wasn't home for the week. you went down the stairs to further inspect the origin of this scent and once you reached the kitchen you found yujin there, making pancakes. 

“good morning babe.” yujin said her back still towards you as you neared her. 

you contemplated bringing up last night but out of fear for another outburst you kept your thoughts to yourself. the last thing you wanted was to upset her. 

“morning” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. 

you left light kisses along what was exposed of yujin’s neck as she continued to flip the pancake on the pan. after she deemed the pancake fully cooked, yujin shut the stove and turned around in your arms. she leaned in and pecked your lips, a smile on her face. a smile that contradicted what she was currently feeling inside. 

although acting as if nothing had happened, yujin’s stomach was filled with moths. the butterflies that once occupied her stomach around you had blossomed into moths. moths that wouldn’t leave no matter how much she urged them out. 

she hated this. she hated secrets, she was terrible at keeping them and she hated to. especially secrets from you, keeping secrets from you was never something she wanted. she wished she could just spit it out, but she couldn’t. she just couldn’t. 

although the inner turmoil was almost eating her alive, yujin still kept a smile on her face. where she wanted to cry and have you beat her she smiled and pretended nothing was wrong. 

feeling your soft palm caressing her bruised cheek brought a blush to her face. you stood on the tips of your toes and slowly left a soft kiss there. she saw the sadness in your eyes as you softly touched the bruise after having your feet return to the floor. she wanted to cry, the bruise only serving as a reminder of what had happened. 

she willed the tears back, only allowing them to rest at her water line. she couldn’t cry, not now. you seemed to notice the tears that were on the edge of falling. you frowned as you noticed yujin still had a smile on her face despite that obviously not reflecting her feelings.

when yujin felt like she couldn't hold the tears in for longer she leaned her head down and rested it on your shoulder. her hands held your waist and pulled you closer. no noise escaped her, she just needed those tears out. when she felt they had dried she once again raised her head and smiled at you. 

“let's eat now, shall we?” yujin said, letting her hands drop, one of them grabbing onto your hand. 

she led you to the table, the plate of pancakes in one hand and yours in the other. she had you sit down and then went to the cabinet and took out some syrup. the both of you only ate syrup so she didn’t see the need to take out butter. she sat down next to you after setting the syrup down on the table and started to eat. 

you poured syrup on your pancakes and ate them, what had happened that was so terrible? you took the hint that she didn't want to talk about it but it worried you. yujin had never acted this way, this type of behavior from her was very foreign. the thought she didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to you about what had happened kept bothering you. had you done anything to make her feel that way?

“are you not hungry?” yujin asked, pulling you from your thoughts on what you had done wrong. you looked down to your plate and noticed that you had only eaten a couple of bites. 

“i’m not that hungry right now, but the pancakes are the best i've had.” you shot her a bright smile after the compliment. 

yujin beamed at the compliment and got up from her seat at the table, picking up both of the plates. you tried to insist that you should do the dishes because she had made the food but yujin was not having it. after washing the dishes yujin suggested going to a fair, and you obviously agreed. 

yujin’s gestures didn't stop there though, the whole entire week yujin had been the best she had ever been. not that she had treated you even remotely bad previously in your relationship, but she had been going above and beyond. she would show up at your door daily with flowers and showered you with gifts and affection. you didn't know why she was doing this but you couldn't say you hated this, anyone would love this kind of treatment. 

“mmh y/n you should really try this, it's superrr gooood.” harry slurred out leaning onto you and holding out a red solo cup. 

you were currently at a party, you only attended because it was one of your friends who was hosting. all of your friends had came with you but when you arrived they left to be with their boyfriends leaving you with harry. 

harry osborn, he was yujin’s best friend since they were in kinder. yujin was originally going to come to the party with you but she couldn't attend last minute, due to there being a burglary. she promised to arrive later but for the meantime she had sent harry in her place. 

you didn't respond to harry, only shrugged him off of you and went to the kitchen. 

“heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?” harry slurred as he followed you. 

what he said made you stop in your tracks, “what did you just say….?” you asked slowly, turning around. 

your response to what he said made harry's eyes widen and seemingly sobered him up.

“y-y/n… i- i that’s not what i meant, s-someone was just bothering yujin. it was j-just one sided flirting, not on yujin’s part.” harry said in a panic as he tried to clean up what he had said. 

 “that's not what you said, you said yujin was flirting and that they were- touching each other?” you said stopping in between what you said, questioning what he meant. 

“c’mon, you know how people say stupid things while drunk. yujin loves you, she would never.” harry said, trying to bullshit his way out of this. unluckily for him, you weren't stupid.

“so yujin- cheated…?” you said your voice wavering at just the thought, tears filling your eyes. you knew harry wouldn't confirm it, only deny so you didn't see the need to continue to listen to his lies. 

“no, she didn't, please believe me y/n!” harry tried to say but had to yell it seeing as you had ran away. 

harry had said it loud enough for everyone to have heard it, even over the music. it caused a sudden silence, even the music stopping while everyone directed their gazes to you. your friends, having heard this, came up to you and surrounded you asking what had happened. 

“s-she ch-cheated!” you exclaimed through your tears. 

they didn't need to ask who because they all knew only one person could cause this reaction out of you. 

“I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.” your closest friend chaewon said in a low voice. 

you shook your head side to side through the tears, even after knowing what she had done you didn't wish for her to get hurt. no matter how much she had hurt you, you would never wish for her to be hurt. 

“what happened y/n?” another one of your friends asked, you could hear the frown in her voice. 

“harry was really drunk and he said, and I quote ‘heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?’ and then i was like w-what did you say and he tried to make up some bullshit excuses saying that he didn't mean it.” you said in between hiccups, explaining all that had happened. 

your story only seemed to fuel your friends’ anger, you were surprised there wasn’t smoke coming out of chaewon’s ears with how red she was.

“when i see that motherfucker it’s on fucking sight.�� chaewon said and the rest of your friends nodded in agreement. “she wont be going home without a broken bone.” jiwon added 

you could only smile in endearment, despite your sadness, your friends loyalty to you made you smile. 

while on her way home, yujin received a message from harry saying that y/n knew what had happened between her and felicia. she could only curse at him for revealing the truth that she so desperately wanted to hide. her original plan was to go home, change, then go to the party but that was no longer an option. yujin didn't think she had ever been this stressed. 

when she arrived home, yujin changed and went down to her aunt and uncle's room. 

“uhh uncle, can i talk to you for a minute?” yujin saw this as a last resort, she needed someone to give her advice. 

“yeah sure, what’s up?” he said after your aunt exited the room.

“I uh i messed up big time, i- uh you know about my girlfriend y/n?”

“yeah, what about her?”

“i uh, i kinda cheated on her. but i didn't even kiss her or have sex with the other girl.” yujin added after seeing her uncles eyes widen

“well if you didn't kiss or have sex with her then how would you cheat?” her uncle said, seeming to think that yujin hadnt cheated.

“uh, she uh- the other girl i mean, she kinda uh gave me a blowjob… but i uhm- i didnt finish at least.” yujin said, a blush dusting her face, she never would have wanted to reveal this to her uncle.

In response yujin’s uncle just let out a heavy sigh, visibly disappointed in her actions.

“well buddy, I don't think there’s much you can do to fix this. you were completely sober when you made the decision to cheat. there's nothing you can do other than tell her and hope for forgiveness.” 

“uhm about that… she found out, not by me…” yujin trailed off scratching the back of her neck.

“well uh, you’re fucked. here's some advice for you though, if you've ever done something bad it's much better for you to say it yourself rather than someone else to.”

“but then what do i do now?” 

“just talk to her, tell her the truth. don't leave anything out.”

soon after finding out what yujin had done, jiwon called off the party, and insisted that you stay over at her home. you declined though much to your friends’ dismay, saying that you’d have to face her sooner or later. so here you sat, on your bed scrolling through instagram. you refused to cry in front of her. you knew she’d come over the moment she found out you knew and you werent gonna cry over the mistake she had made. 

soon enough, yujin was at your window pulling it up and letting herself in. you didnt look up at her, you didn't want it to seem like you cared. 

“look y/n i dont expect you to forgive me but i just really want a chance to explain, please.” yujin said, ready to beg for just a chance to explain. 

“what’s there to explain, you’ve been cheating on me, that’s probably why you’ve been spoiling me.” you let out a breathy laugh void of humor “wow, i’m so fucking stupid, to think it was because you cared.”

“baby please, let me explain. you’ve got it all wrong.” yujin said, trying her best not to cry. 

seeing how desperate she was you couldn't find it in you to say anything more, you still cared for her, no matter what she did. you shot her an expecting look and yujin took it as a sign for her to explain. 

“so uh- you remember that night around a week ago when i was really upset?” 

your eyes softened as you recalled that night, even the thought of it bringing sorrow. you gave her a small nod, waiting for her to continue.

“so uhm before that night you know black cat? well she um she kept on flirting with me but um i didn't really mind it because obviously it didn't really matter to me and they were just words. but uh yeah it became a problem when she started touching me, at first it wasnt really anything. just things that could be written off as accidents so i ignored it but then she started to uhm touch my uh my dick.” yujin said blushing at the mention of her dick

“but uh anyways, i obviously knew that only you should be touching that area because you're my girlfriend. so then i went to harry, and i asked him what to do and asked if it was cheating but he said that it ‘wasn't cheating unless you stick it in her pussy’ and that i should be really happy that two hot girls wanted me and that i should take advantage of this situation.” yujin said, blaming harry. 

“that fucking bitch.” you seethed, ready to deck him the next time you saw him.

“but uh yeah, so then um i just like didn't stop her from groping me and then one day she was like ‘come back to my place it's been a hard day’ and because harry said that it was only cheating if it was in her pussy i agreed. but when we got there she tried to kiss me but i didn't let her because my lips are only for you but um…. she- we- uh she gave me a blowjob but it felt so wrong that i couldn't do it. i couldn't cum because all I could think of was you so i told her that it was a mistake and that i had a girlfriend and then left.” yujin paused trying to gauge your reaction but when she realized she wouldn't get it she continued. 

yujin knew that her uncle told her not to leave things out but going against his words she purposely left out multiple things. telling you that she reciprocated what felicia was doing wouldn't help anyone.

“so then that day that i came to your home upset, it was after i left black cat and i was so mad at myself. I felt so disgusted that i even let her touch me and believe me, after what i did no one hates me more than i do. and um- that night i was trying to tell you what had happened. even that morning, i wanted to tell you while we ate but i couldn't bring myself to. almost as if, if i said the words aloud it'd all become true. i- i’m so fucking sorry, i know i fucked up but i love you and ill do anything to stay with you.” yujin begged, she wouldn't be able to handle you leaving her. 

“why didn't you talk to me about what black cat was doing?” you asked anger seeping through your voice

“I couldn't, you already didn't like her, even if you never said it i know you. and harry’s my only friend other than black cat, there’s no one else I could have consulted.” yujin explained, answering your question and your next one.

“well, i don't know what you want me to say, it's an undeniable fact that you cheated. as much as i want to i can't just ignore that, i had trust in you but now i- i don't know. i- i just need some time to think, for now at least i just need some time alone.” you said, the anger in your voice replaced with defeat. you couldn't find it in you to be mad at her, not after what you saw her go through that night, you saw how much she regretted it.

“i’ll wait however long you need. but uh- before the break starts, please can you just kiss me. just once, please.” yujin pleaded.

with the intent to fulfill her request you got up from your bed and walked towards her. you reached up and wrapped your arms around her neck, hers lacing around your waist. you pulled her down and slowly placed your lips on hers. for the first few seconds you two didn't move, simply reveling in the feeling of each other's lips. 

yujin wasn't sure when she’d get to kiss you again so she planned to make the most of it. you could feel the tremble of yujin’s lips as they glided along yours. the way her hands gripped onto your waist, almost like if she were to loosen her grip you’d disappear. she loved you dearly, with all that she was, she loved you. as her tongue explored the depths of your mouth it hit her, this might be the last time she did this. if it was possible, her grip on you tightened and she pulled you closer, not leaving any space in between the two of you. 

the burn in her lungs from lack of oxygen was starting to intensify, but she didn't care. she didn't want it to end, not this soon. but soon enough the lack of oxygen was too much for you to bear so reluctantly you pulled away. you rested your forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes. your soft pants for air fanning over her lips. you didn't need any words, a mutual understanding shared through your gazes. 

it was over, for the time being at least. 

The black cat and spiderwoman’s relationship confirmed? 

what followed the headline was a video of black cat flirting with yujin. you couldn't help but wonder if taking a break was a mistake, what if she didn't wait? what if she left you for black cat? these questions plagued your mind, you knew that you were lucky to have yujin, she was very attractive, and not only that she was such a sweet person. 

you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the wrong call. sure yujin wasnt responding to the constant flirting of black cat but that didn't help to ease your doubts. 

yujin on the other hand, wasn't in the best situation either. after the break was initiated she refused to leave her room for days, spending them crying over you. it was felicia who had come to yujin’s home and coaxed her out. yujin had told felicia honestly what had happened and how she didn't want anything with her. 

felicia accepted this, although accepting though, felicia kept flirting with yujin. yujin didn't see a problem with it though because she knew that it was simply friendly flirting. yujin didn't flirt back and would just roll her eyes from under her mask in response to the flirting. yujin had long accepted that flirting was a personality trait of felicia’s. 

though having caused a wedge in between you and yujin, she held no resentment towards black cat. if anything yujin was grateful towards felicia, the one who forced her out of bed. she considered felicia a very close friend and had nothing but gratitude towards the other girl. 

your eyes were glued to your phone, you refused to turn on the tv and hear more news about yujin and the black cat. you had tuned out all noise keeping your focus on the video you were watching. the sound of your window opening snapped you out of your daze. it had been weeks since you heard the familiar scrape of your window as it was lifted. 

your head turned towards your window looking to see who was there. a gasp escaped your mouth at what you saw. yujin was squatted on your window sill holding onto her abdomen. yujin had big hands, but they were not big enough to fully cover the gash on her side. her suit had rips all over it and you could tell by the swelling she would have a black eye.

you immediately ran over to where she was and she fell over into your arms. you helped her walk over to your bed and then sat her down. you told her to wait for a minute and rushed through your drawers until you found your first aid kit. 

although not being as qualified as an actual one, you had been yujin’s personal little doctor. due to her being spiderwoman, she couldn't really go to a hospital so she usually came to you. because of this little arrangement you had studied up a little on how to attend to injuries. 

you slowly inspected the gash and noticed that it was pretty deep but thankfully it hadnt hit anything important and with the right care it’d probably heal fine. you grabbed a small towel and applied pressure to the wound, you kept it there until the bleeding had stopped. you told yujin to hold onto it as you looked through the first aid kit for ointment. you quickly ran to the bathroom and washed your hands with soap thoroughly. 

you came back with a wet washcloth in hand and then kneeled in front of yujin. you went to take away the towel that was pressed against her injury but you were cut off by her voice.

“i’m getting major deja vu right now.” yujin said, her voice suggestive as she looked down at you on your knees.

you flushed at what she was insinuating and muttered a small shut up before going back to attending to her wound. after you wiped away the residual blood you went to apply ointment to the injury. after putting on the ointment you stopped, yujin had never gotten an injury this bad and you honestly had no idea what to do. 

“should i just wrap it up now?” you had never dealt with a wound like this, you were clueless on what to do. you knew that the only reason yujin wasn't losing an insane amount of blood and was still conscious was due to her having accelerated healing. but it was for that reason that you had no clue on what to do. 

“you’re the doctor here, how should i know.” 

at this response you simply shrugged your shoulders and took out some gauze. you carefully wrapped it around her abdomen until the roll was finished. you went to stand up after dressing her wound but you were stopped by her looking at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and let out a small chuckle knowing exactly what she wanted. 

you reclaimed your position on the floor and left a soft kiss on top of the gauze covering her injury. after doing that you stood up, leaned down, and then left another kiss on her eye that was swelling. when you pulled away from her you could practically feel the satisfaction in her.

you walked over to your closet and pulled out some oversized clothes and threw them in her direction. you knew she could, but with her injury being on her abdomen you didn't want her to change herself. you walked back over to her and pulled her hero suit off of her, replacing the clothing with more comfortable pieces. 

you laid back in your bed next to her, the both of you just staring at the ceiling in silence. 

“do you miss me like i miss you? fucked around and got attached to you. friends can break your hearts too and i’m always tired but never of-” yujin’s out of tune singing was quickly interrupted by your groan.

“why are you like this?” you said in mock exasperation. 

“i'm always tired but never of you, if i pulled a you on you you wo-” yujin continued, a wide grin on her face.

“please for the love of god stop!” you groaned, you would never admit it, but you loved it when she did stupid things like this.

“hmm, i guess a kiss could shut me up.” yujin said, a finger on her chin as if she was in deep thought.

“and what makes you think you deserve a kiss?” you questioned turning around on your side to face her.

she turned her head to face you and pouted, “i got injured after saving the city, i deserve it for my hard work.” yujin whined

you slowly leaned in, your lips ghosting over hers, “only because you're my favorite hero.” you breathed out before pressing your lips into hers. 

[butmakeitgayblog]

Okay but I just know that Lexa gives the best hugs 😤 If they ever had the opportunity, I just KNOW Clarke would be making use of Big Strong Invisible MusclesTM all the time and absolutely koala-hugging the shit out of her 🥹

Never question that Lexa was a fantastic hugger. Look at the sheer relief on her face. You can see the piece of her soul within the chip sighing in joy at just holding Clarke again. The way had hands gripped at Clarke's back and pressed her in tighter. Commander noddle arms was an amazing hugger through and through ok 🥺

Just because the blog has felt so gd negative tonight here, a Clexa hug from the canon wip I got going, because why not. We deserve the fluff

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It's hard for Clarke to keep it together when yet another piece of her heart turns to shrapnel, jagged and deathly in its destruction. It makes old wounds sting like new as she adds the confession to the mountain of sins she cannot fix for them, for anyone, by sheer will alone. Because she would. So many pieces of her scream in duty-bound rebellion with how much she needs Lexa to know that she would do anything to fix the ache of her absence - to wash away the nights spent apart and spare them both. 

She would, if only she could.

Clarke hugs her. There's really nothing else for it. There's nothing that feels as right in that moment more than surging closer, stretching her arms to loop around Lexa's neck and pull her in. 

“I'm here now,” Clarke says, and seals her paltry offering with a kiss to the column of Lexa's throat.

She ignores her captive's flustered start at the tenderness and tucks into Lexa. Any worry for how she clings more than she means too is left for another day as her arms tighten at the burst of that familiar scent that is entirely Lexa; all forest greenery mixed with the clean scent of her sweat against skin that carries lingering notes of some floral sweetened soap. 

The coil of muscle and sinew in her arms turns into a mass of Commander-shaped jelly when Lexa melts into the touch, knees seeming to buckle with how fiercely she folds into the hug. Her arms cinch around Clarke's waist so tightly it nearly lifts her onto the tips of her toes; hip bones pressing to hip bones, ribs crushed to ribs. 

They hold each other in the creaking silence of the hut so long Clarke's feet pool in pins and pricks, offering little else more than sniffles buried into coat sleeves and armor and the syncing of juddered heartbeats. The buckles of Lexa's coat dig into Clarke's stomach and the pommel of her sword knocks rough against her hip, but she can't bring herself to care. Not when she's this close. Not when every press of Clarke's lips to Lexa's throat is mirrored against her own, tender in its supplication. 

The hands that hold her feel restless against her back. Constant in their moving, gentle in their caress. They rub languid circuits from her shoulders to the tops of her hips, as though Lexa can't quite control the need to touch her as much as humanly possible, and it's only when Clarke opens her eyes just to see that face again, that she loosens her hold and slowly, so slowly, inches herself away. 

Lexa doesn't let her go far. Keeps her right where she wants her with a dig of fingertips against leather and spine, temple resting against temple and cheek against kohl smudged cheek. She fills all the spaces Clarke has missed her touch.

Heat traces over her skin in Lexa's shaky exhale as the snuggle-inclined warlord nuzzles closer, tickling the plump bow of her lips along Clarke's chin and up, until Clarke doesn't know where one breath ends and another begins. Eyes sparkle under the hang of long lashes. Lips drift closer, closer to the warmth of Clarke's mouth.

“May I?”

Two sets of lungs hiccup in the wake of Lexa's whispered plea, the vulnerability of it stinging with just how small she sounds - as though she still doubts this. As though Lexa has no idea that the memory of her mouth and her taste and the sweet bite of her teeth were the only things that's kept Clarke sane in her misery for all these weeks. 

Clarke's mouth tugs into a smile at the question.

Even more as their lips brush when she speaks. 

“Please.”

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[popchoc]

if you're still doing prompts, i would love to read a clexa one using 21 and 25. it would be fun if it was not angst but fluff and funny instead. i love your fics btw.

Thank you, I'm glad you're enjoying them. Now on to this one. Not one, but two?! And fluff?! Alright, I'll try, for this once, because I'm aware of my tendency to always break everyone's hearts with these two idiots! 🙈 I hope you like it... before you know it, it's all angst again 😉

Clarke & Lexa: Have You Lost Your Actual Mind + You Can't Always Be The Hero

The dozens of candles spread throughout the room cast flickering shadows across the thick furs and tangled sheets. Clarke lay on her back, her messy blonde hair splayed across the pillow, eyes half-lidded with the kind of peace that only came after a particularly intimate activity. Beside her, Lexa lay with one arm draped lazily across Clarke's stomach, her breathing steady and calm.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their intertwined breaths. Clarke traced random patterns across Lexa's bare shoulder, enjoying her warmth and closeness.

Lexa was the first to speak, her voice low but thoughtful. "I'm thinking about the blockade."

"Lexa, no," Clarke groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes, "You just told me yourself. We are not talking about war strategies right now."

Lexa ignored her. "If I go undercover, I can join you. Get into your camp with you and take out Pike myself. I just—"

Clarke's hand shot out, covering Lexa's mouth before she could finish. "Have you lost your actual mind?" she cried out, peeking at her through her lashes. "We just found a whole new reason to live for, and you're already planning ways to get yourself killed?"

Lexa's eyes crinkled in amusement above Clarke's palm, making Clarke sigh in surrender and let go. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to Clarke's collarbone, the barest hint of a smile on her lips. "I was merely considering our options." And then, more serious, "Besides, you've seen me fight. Why would you fear me facing that man?"

"Because that man has guards and weapons you can't even imagine. To start with." Clarke propped herself up on one elbow, her expression worried, but undeniably fond. "You can't always be the hero, Lexa." She ran a hand through the Commander's hair, twirling a loose strand between her fingers. "Maybe, just this once, let someone else take the lead?"

Lexa studied her with that unreadable gaze, as if she were weighing the entire world on her shoulders—as she always did. "I do not seek to be a hero," she murmured, pressing another kiss, this time to Clarke's wrist, "But it is my duty."

Shaking her head, Clarke's heart ached for the weight Lexa carried. "You're not alone in this," she whispered, leaning in until their noses brushed. "Let me take care of you sometimes."

Lexa hesitated, and Clarke could see the internal battle—duty versus desire, responsibility versus love. Eventually, she nodded, just a fraction, but it was enough. "Very well. When this is over, I will let you."

Clarke grinned, pressing a soft kiss to Lexa's lips. "Great decision, Commander."

Pulling Clarke closer until they were skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat again, Lexa hummed. "Your negotiation skills are improving."

"Well, I did learn from the best," Clarke laughed, the sound soft and full of affection.

As their last minutes together ticked away, they settled into each other; the weight of the world momentarily forgotten in favor of whispered promises and gentle touches. Maybe soon, Clarke thought, they could just be. No heroes, no leaders.

Just them.

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let's do some prompts!

[ao3feed-clexafic]

Fenrir's Bite

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62506165 by vmplvr1977 Following the attempted assassination of her wife, Klark, Leksa launches a campaign to end Azplana. After months on the hunt, Heda and Nia come face-to-face on the battlefield. The battle is hard fought and leaves Leksa gravely injured. While Leksa returns victorious, she is left wondering if Nia's ailment has been passed to her. Plagued by nightmares and odd occurrences, Leksa begins to believe she might have been cursed. Did Nia's scourge pass to Leksa? Why does she dream of running in the forest alongside the legendary Fenrir? Is it a curse? A dream? Has Loki tricked her? Or has Leksa been touched by the gods, as Klark believes? Or: The Viking AU no one asked for... Words: 4573, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: The 100 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Anya (The 100), Indra (The 100), Gustus (The 100), Titus (The 100) Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clexa - Relationship Additional Tags: Viking!Lexa, Völva/healer!Clarke, Alternate Universe - Vikings, Established Relationship, Curses, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Trigedasleng, Blending canon beliefs with Viking gods, Lexa is a jarl, BAMF Lexa (The 100), POV Lexa (The 100), Werewolves, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst and Fluff and Smut Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62506165

[macolethings]

Chapter 9 - Witch’s Chimney

Some absolute fluff as Clexa and Ranya catch up (holiday season; you're welcome!).

Big decisions have to be made for the future...

(Collaboration with @mozz14)

Read on AO3

[heda-in-the-clouds]

Is your yoga!Lexa the one with fish the dog? I looove the visuals 😍

🥰 Yes yoga!Lexa and surfer!Clarke adopted Fish the dog. As a treat, here's a fluffy headcanon with all three of them

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Clarke jokes that Lexa loves Fish so damn much that he should get her last name. The sarcasm goes over Lexa's head who squeals and tells Clarke that's a great idea.

"What do you like better boy? Fish Griffin-Woods? Or Fish Woods-Griffin? Bark once for Fish Griffin-Woods and bark twice for Fish Woods-Griffin." Lexa enthusiastically asks Fish as he plays in her lap.

"Bark!" Fish happily yelps wagging his tail.

"Fish Griffin-Woods boy?" Lexa asks again to make sure.

"Bark!" Fish let out a single bark but this time, he raises one tiny paw in the air and waves it to tell his Mama yes.

"Ahhhh! It's official. You fluffy sir are now Fish Griffin-Woods!" Lexa howls with excitement as she throws Fish in the air and catches him.

"Awooooooo!" Fish joins Lexa and howls in excitement once he gets his surname. He's now officially a part of their little family.

"What's with all the noise babe?" Clarke asks as she walks into the room with her fingers plugged inside her ears to dampen the yelping and barks.

"Well, we're celebrating because Fish now has a last name. Meet Fish Griffin-Woods!" Lexa proudly declared as she held Fish in front of Clarke.

Clarke took a step back hoping to avoid another wet bath from Fish who was happily sticking his tongue out at her and whining wanting to kiss his other mama.

"Griffin-Woods?" Clarke asked.

"Yeah, he's our kid so he should get both our last names. Fish picked it himself didn't you boy?" Lexa eagerly responded as she blew raspberries in Fish's face.

"Bark bark." Fish playfully barked after hearing his name. Lexa then placed Fish on the floor and approached Clarke. She held her hands and stepped in close till they were face to face.

"Plus, I also like the sound of Griffin-Woods too. Clarke Griffin-Woods. Lexa Griffin-Woods. It has a nice ring to it." Lexa softly uttered as she looked lovingly into Clarke's blue eyes.

"I not only like it but I would really love a Lexa Griffin-Woods. I know she would be an amazing fiancé and wife." Clarke tearfully affirmed as she stared adoringly into her girlfriend's beautiful green eyes. Before they could seal their promise with a romantic kiss, a soft whimper was heard below them. Looking down, Fish was gently pawing at Clarke's legs as he tenderly gazed at his parents seeking their affection.

Clarke picked him up, embraced him in her arms, and faced Lexa with their fluffy puppy.

"Oh, and before I forget, Lexa Griffin-Woods would make an excellent mom too. Just look at our fluffy son, Fish Griffin-Woods." Clarke adoringly whispered before she closed the gap and tenderly kissed Lexa.

Lexa melted into Clarke's lips as her heart swelled with love and affection that Clarke promised to marry her one day and start their own family. She also sensed another organ swelling, specifically between Clarke's legs. Feeling Clarke harden ignited a desperate feeling of desire between her legs.

Lexa broke their kiss as she was suddenly engulfed in a desperate need to feel Clarke inside her, filling her, claiming her. She urged Clarke to let go of Fish who scampered off to play with his toys, clearly sensing the change of mood in the room.

"Let's practice making some babies...Clarke Griffin-Woods." Lexa seductively whispered before taking her hand and leading them away to their bedroom.

[owl127]

I can’t bear to see the fire forest finished yet, I want to see way more clexa interaction in the cute form like snuggles and hugs and them spending time in wolf form together, with their pups, playing or doing something cute with them, idk I don’t want it to end

Even if the main story arc finishes, I'll for sure write drabbles and short stories in that universe, because I LOVE PUPPIES AND THEIR LITTLE EARS AND YIPPING AND BARKING AND---

Honestly, most of the epilogue is supposed to be fluff and smut 😅🥰 you all deserve it after staying with me for so long 🧡🖤

[wandanatsbaby]

Clexa Masterlist

! = Dark Fic, 💔= Angst, 🍼 = Age Regression, * Smut, 🌸 = Fluff 🐱 = Pet play

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Sleepy Cuddles

Reader tries to stay awake and wait on her girlfriends.

[lexa-griffins]

👉👈 anyone got any cute clexa headcanons? 🥺