#clexa is endgame

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter Four of It Takes as Long as It Takes is posted!! Read it here.

Hoping to prove Heda Lexa is weak, Nia sends assassins to kill her mate, Clarke. Heartbroken by her loss, Lexa pours all of her focus into leading the Coalition. But, eventually, she meets Costia who teaches her to love again.

Meanwhile, Clarke is trapped in an Azgeda black site fighting to get back to her mate. Years later, Clarke finally escapes, only to come home to find Lexa has moved on and taken a new mate. Heartbroken, Clarke decides it is best for Lexa, her friends and family to believe she is dead.

Clarke wanders the world, drowning herself in her sorrows. She eventually lands in Floukru where she meets Luna and her sister, Valentina. With the sisters' help, Clarke's heart heals and she becomes a doctor in the small fishing village.

Years later, Clarke returns home, after learning her father has cancer. It is here that she bumps into Lexa. After an awkward and emotional reunion, Clarke and Lexa struggle with their feelings as it is apparent their bond cannot truly be severed.

No matter how hard they try to deny it, Clarke and Lexa are falling in love again. But is it too late? Can they rekindle a love they believe ended over a decade ago? As the saying goes, it takes as long as it takes.

[anansianansi]

Hot Heavy Summer update!!

Three years ago, I decided to write a fic that mirrored the Clexaweek2021 prompts. Time flies, etc. etc. and I've decided to finish this story up.

Fic summary: By all accounts, Clarke Griffin, Hollywood's most bankable superstar, has made it. Except a decision, and a sacrifice to get there has haunted her for years.

Chapter 1 (Accidental Love Confession) is here; Chapter 2 (Wanna Bet?) is here.

Chapter 3: Reunited

“Just look at this.” Niylah tossed a newspaper down on the marble tabletop; it skidded to a halt before Clarke, who was sitting cross legged on the velvet lounger, her silk bathrobed-self framed by the brilliance of another perfectly rising day in the wall of windows behind her. Without raising her head, Clarke cast an eye over the front of the tabloid. “Hmmm.” She slurped a particularly loud sip of her green-powered smoothie, alternating with it a bite of her avocado-laden slice of toast.

Niylah sighed, crossing her arms. In spite of her annoyance, she studied Clarke’s nonchalant pose carefully; then, moving quickly, she pulled out her phone, snapping a series of photo bursts, the miniscule differences between them - in the shift of Clarke’s shoulders, of her lips pursed slightly more appealingly in one over the other - being the decisive factor for the winning contender that would make it to Clarke’s Instagram, just in time for morning cereal with a side of fawning for her millions of followers. That would be what Niylah’s coffee break would be for. For now, there was a much larger fire to put out. 

“Clarke! It’s all over the news. Here. And here.” Niylah laid out the remaining papers deliberately, making sure each headline was clearly visible. ‘It’s ‘show’time!’; ‘Who is Clarke’s dirty little secret?’; ‘Clarke G bets her a** and her heart!’; ‘Clarke’s Charity is Jaha’s Jackpot.’

Still, Clarke said nothing, but her eyes lingered over the last, blaring front page at the very corner of the table. ‘Is Finn In….or Clarke Out?” She made a note to at least skim over that one later; the editorial team had a penchant for particularly vicious, mostly wildly inaccurate spins on her life. Mostly.

“And I haven’t even checked the online news alerts yet.” Niylah ranted on, sinking down in her chair, running her hands across her face. It wasn’t even seven AM, and she was exhausted. “This is an unmitigated disaster. You’ve put yourself between a bullet and a target.”

Clarke snorted, finally looking up at her publicist, sarcasm painted across her face. “So what you’re saying is that nothing’s changed.” She raised an arm to the back of her neck, massaging it gently, trying to ease the crick that seemed to have ossified there in the last three days. “Relax, Niylah. They can work themselves up over nothing, as usual. I’ve got this.”

“How? Just how have you “got this”? It’s chaos...chaos, outside. I don’t even know how we’re going to get you out of here today.” Niylah reached for an empty mug, helping herself to the freshly brewed coffee on the table; Clarke didn’t touch the stuff, but still had a pot sent up every day. In the mad rush before the Oscars, Niylah had spent more time in Clarke’s hotel suite than at her own, tiny apartment across town. “They’re going to be on you like hyenas. Why did you do it, anyway?”

“Because I fucking wanted to. Doesn’t that count for anything any more?” Clarke snapped, brow furrowing as she felt the first prickle of annoyance of the day.

Read the rest of the chapter here.

[sp8cewalker]

𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚 <𝟑 // say yes to heaven— lana del rey

[southern-sunflower]

[clexafantasy]

New Clexa Fic

Just Kissing “I’m so sorry, he’s not so talkative during the movie, I assure you,” Lexa said, explaining her son to Clarke and Octavia. “Don’t worry about it,” Clarke said. “He’s adorable.” Lexa smiled. The lights went down low and Clarke hoped that the boy wasn’t a talkative one. “Don’t worry about it?” Octavia whispered to Clarke. “You hate talkative kids at the movies,” Octavia reminded her. “Shhhh, he’s cute,” Clarke whispered. Completely not wanting to mention how cute she thought his mom was.

Clarke was able to focus on most of the movie. But at one point, when she reached for her drink, it wasn’t there. Then she looked to her right and saw the boy sipping on his drink. Only, it wasn’t his, his drink was still in the holder on his right, between him and his mom.

(PS: Don't let the title fool you)

[thebenniebabyninja]

[striving-to-be]

ok so there’s this fic….im hoping someone knows what it was called/has a copy/link. you would literally make my entire week.

it’s a canon divergent fic with Azgeda!Clarke. She comes back as queen, but she has an (adopted?) kid and was forced to fight in the pits at some point. She’s still mad at Lexa because of the Mountain, but I think they’re warming up…

Please please pleaseeee hmu if you know what I’m talking about. I’ve scoured AO3 this week and haven’t found it. Thanks!!

[whaleish]

Clexa fans, who read fanfics, I need some help finding an specific work. Unfortunately I don’t remember the name, who wrote it or when it was done. I do remember that Clarke is a witch who doesn’t do magic because she is traumatized, she wears a red jacket, has tattoos that move occasionally, the colors of her hair changes depending on her mood and Lexa works in a coffeeshop, I think, and Raven is her colleague. There’s a little dragon that turns into glass. Maybe five chapters.

Does anyone knows the name of the fic, name of the author, have the link ou something? Can you send me/tell me? Please.

That would be awesome and I would wish you the best things in life.

[bigg1999]

Life Goes On, There’s No Pause Button

It’s been seven years since Lexa left for her final tour, a quick, six month trip. Life didn’t stop for Clarke. 

Is there anyway they could part the pieces back together? Even after Clarke’s seemingly moved on? 

[kats-fic-recs]

Unity

Polis is ruled by Queen Ella, a ferocious Heda whose daughter Lexa is next in line to the throne.

Arkadia was created from their lands and has been occupied for generations by the sky people who have been fighting a losing war with Polis.

In the name of peace and an end to the violence, someone must offer themselves to marry Princess Lexa and Clarke Griffin may be the only option.

An alternate canon arranged marriage in which the sky people and the clans have been at war for generations.

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter Five is posted!! Read it here.

Hoping to prove Heda Lexa is weak, Nia sends assassins to kill her mate, Clarke. Heartbroken by her loss, Lexa pours all of her focus into leading the Coalition. But, eventually, she meets Costia who teaches her to love again.

Meanwhile, Clarke is trapped in an Azgeda black site fighting to get back to her mate. Years later, Clarke finally escapes, only to come home to find Lexa has moved on and taken a new mate. Heartbroken, Clarke decides it is best for Lexa, her friends and family to believe she is dead.

Clarke wanders the world, drowning herself in her sorrows. She eventually lands in Floukru where she meets Luna and her sister, Valentina. With the sisters' help, Clarke's heart heals and she becomes a doctor in the small fishing village.

Years later, Clarke returns home, after learning her father has cancer. It is here that she bumps into Lexa. After an awkward and emotional reunion, Clarke and Lexa struggle with their feelings as it is apparent their bond cannot truly be severed.

No matter how hard they try to deny it, Clarke and Lexa are falling in love again. But is it too late? Can they rekindle a love they believe ended over a decade ago? As the saying goes, it takes as long as it takes.

[anansianansi]

Love Lockdown update!!

I can't believe I'm typing this, but here we go - we have a new chapter up:

Chapter 85: Come away with me

The next morning, Lexa woke Clarke with the softest, most unhurried kisses. One at a time, she etched promises on Clarke’s skin, choosing the place of each with care; one sheltered under her left ear, another at the very corner of her mouth, one more on the mole just above that, then a sunshower across her chest - each a small fragment leading to her destination with certainty. As she felt Clarke stirring under her hands and her mouth, Lexa thought that these moments of solitude, these pearls of thievery and solace, were the closest thing to faith, a little glimpse of the divine in these everyday moments of what some would consider mundanity. And as blue eyes fluttered open, soft and full of stories of the places Clarke had traveled in her sleep, Lexa thought the same thing she every morning since their love confessions all those months ago - how could she not worship this goddess she was lucky to call her own?

As if reading her thoughts, a rosy hue overtook Clarke’s chest, and when the accompanying shy smile stretched the corner of her lips, Lexa couldn’t help herself anymore; she leaned in, kissing Clarke with the slow unhurriedness of two lovers in an impenetrable world of their own. When they parted, finally, Clarke’s voice was a husky, and a little breathless. “Come here; I still owe you from yesterday.” But Lexa caught her arm halfway, letting Clarke’s fingers trace her skin as she left petalsoft kisses on her wrist, an idea forming in her mind, even as she squirmed a bit, her own body responding to Clarke. “Maybe you should tease me for a bit longer.”

Read the rest here.

[alyciasheda]

it has been over 6 years & i still miss her 😪

[mylifeiskindacrazy]

does anyone maybe have a picture of alycia debnam-carey's handwriting? specifically one that reads "life is about more than just surviving"??? i wanna get it tattooed with her handwriting

[rebelguitargirl]

Morgan and Lexa 🫶 I ship them so hard, I love clexa but having a change is so refreshing 😍

Haha 😅😅

[thebenniebabyninja]

Hey guys, just made an edit for the fanfic I’m working on, hope you enjoy!

"War. War never changes.

Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.

In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.

But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.

In the early days, thousands were spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters, known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them - all except those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed... and never reopened. It was here you were born. It is here you will die.

Because, in Vault 101: no one ever enters, and no one ever leaves."

-Fallout 3