#clexa is endgame

[yourlocalsaiko]

Alright so this is the Queer Tierlist. Aka the Tierlist of wlw ships in fandoms that i enjoy in a sudo particular order

1. Supercorp, need i say more? These mother fuckers were my Roman Empire

2. Calliette. (Possibly a hot take) THESE MOTHERFUCKERS SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN A WHOLE 12 SEASONS AND A MINI SERIES AND I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL

3. Wenclair, cmon, it’s literally WLW gomez and mortica but like 9X more feral and i am in love

4. Agario. YALL WE ARE 4 EPISODES IN AND I ALREADY KNOW THIS FANDOM WILL NEVER DIE. “Its black, and it beats for you.” I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS—

4. Clexa. THIS SHIT MADE ME WANNA KILL SOMEONE. CW WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU CW— “May we meet again” SOBBING CRYING THROWING UP—

5. TOGA-FUCKING-CHAKO. OH MY GOD— I WILL SCREAM FROM THE ROOFTOPS ABOUT THIS SHIT UNTIL MY LAST DYING FUCKING BREATH

[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

[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)

[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.

[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

[pocketofmemoirs]

And then there’s this whole moment here on the bus… from Beca laughing out loud when she sees chloe move closer singing and then there’s that lil nod from chloe, that got the woman singing like she just dint roll her eyes a whole minute ago… also not me sitting and analyzing every freaking moment of the Pitch Perfect movies in 2024!!! I already love Bechloe and this is just perfection 💖

How did I never notice before that Beca was looking right at Chloe here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And that soft look back from chloe back ahhhhhh💖 The progression of their relationship is honestly chefs kiss 😇 full fanvid link below coz that was brilliant too 👏🏻

[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.

[rebelguitargirl]

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

Haha 😅😅

[yourlocalsaiko]

Need i go on?

Girls won't even be dating and then have the most dramatic break up

[neyantkomskaikru]

“Bellarke was endgame, did you see how they looked at each other in that one episode?” This was how Clarke looked at Lexa after 131 years. 131. Just because Lexa died doesn’t mean Clexa wasn’t endgame. You don’t just “move on” from your soulmate, and Clarke loved her every second of every minute of every day for those 131 years, and most likely until the day she died. And I don’t doubt for a second that if the roles were reversed that Lexa would’ve been any different. They were made for each other.

The show should’ve ended differently. Douchenberg should’ve gotten over himself and sent us off on a good note. I 100% believe Alycia would’ve been willing to do that. Instead we have another file for the “bury your gays” portfolio. Lexa had so much potential. Such a shame…

[butmakeitgayblog]

I shouldn’t speak on anyone else’s behalf, but I’d like to hear about the new angsty not-fake-dating au idea please

Ok 👀

Gonna preface this by saying Clarke's overall character in the first half is... questionable. But listen just, set that aside for a minute and think of Clexa and also endgame 😅

So I was thinking something along the lines of Lexa gets recruited by a friend of a friend of a friend/distant classmate/ad in the college paper? Idk, whatever. But anyway, someone she's not at all close with or really has any ties to, and she's basically hired to pretend to be this girl's girlfriend for a group vacation her and her friends are going on (She's a nice girl, but a lonely gay/bi in a group of party girls/ habitually dating girls who always have Someone™ dangling off their arm, but this girl does not. Always looked over, the eternally single friend, etc. You get the gist.) And Lexa's hot. And kind of intimidating. Has that whole smokey eyed badass, femme fatale aura about her. It's... a reach, but also kind of perfect because it'll make this girl look fantastic to her friends in the street cred department and also possibly give her confidence the little boost that it needed. And considering Lexa grew up the only gay in her town, and didn't grow into her very gangly and awkward body until senior year of high school, she gets what it's like to always be the one passed up. Plus she could use the cash. So she's more than down for this. Everything's great, right? Right.

Except for the fact that one of said girls on the trip is in fact, Clarke. Who does have her own date. Now, I can't quite decide if Clarke would know about the arrangement or not, but regardless, Clarke has always been the main one in the group who is this girl's cheerleader. Very "you're better than how you treat yourself. You deserve everything, and it's not fair that people don't see it. The right person will fall in love with you in an instant, believe me. You're worth it." Very that supportive friend. She's ride or die until the end.

Now, Lexa's technically "on the clock" so to speak the entire trip, which means she is laying on the charm thiccc af. It's not exactly a stretch by any means because she is naturally a doting girlfriend in relationships (when she has one), but ya know, she's giving this girl her money's worth. She wants her feel like a princess for the entire trip. Yes it's a job, but it's also nice just making a girl feel special when she's not used to it.

The only problem is... Clarke is also seeing all of this. All of Lexa's sweetness and all of her thoughtful actions. Her attentiveness and her softness beneath the edgy exterior. The little presents Lexa surpises her friend with, the way she remembers her friend's little quirks. Always remembering her food preferences, her favorite drinks. Lexa's got this girlfriend thing down to a science. She's just so goddamn thoughtful and charming to boot. And also hot. Can't forget hot. Like really, unfairly hot. But mostly it's the way she's so gentle and sweet.

The other issue is, Lexa sees that in Clarke too. She sees that out of everyone, Clarke is pretty much the only one who actually treats this girl with kindness and respect. Never talking down to her or placating her, never just treating her like an afterthought. Clarke is so damn sweet and thoughtful, beautiful and fiery sometimes to a fault. She's funny, and warm, and just... the entire package. She understands why Clarke is never single.

But. It quickly becomes A Problem™. Because it's in the moments that Lexa is trying very hard to just focus on her "job" that she constantly finds herself in Clarke's orbit. In the mornings when she's up early making ~her girl~ her fancy coffee, late at night when she's tinkering around in the kitchen making her a lil snackie snack so they can watch a movie before bed. Those stolen interacting becomes moments of them just talking, Clarke on the counter as they chat while Lexa feels her eyes on everything she does. Them lounging by the pool while the others run into town for supplies. Dinners out with Clarke sat close on one side,,, while the girl sits on the other.

And there's flirting. Way too much flirting whenever they're in private. Effortless flirting that Lexa isn't really aware of until it smacks her in the face that they're both just idiots smiling. But it's all very cloaked in joking and throwaway moments because, technically, they're both supposed to be attached.

And as most things are, everything is fine. Until it's not.

The whole situation comes to a boiling point when they just get lost in one of those moments. A night of too many drinks and way too much flirting, finding themselves entirely too close in their villa's bathroom. It feels dangerously like the period on the end of a sentence that was written the second they'd layed eyes on each other. Before they realize what they're doing, Lexa's hoisted Clarke up onto the bathroom counter, her fingers pumping between Clarke's legs. It's a heated rush of moans and licks to sex-sweetened skin, both grabbing at each other through messy kisses meant to leave bruises. Both way too far gone into the release of all the tension to realize that... Clarke's being kind of loud...

It's a fucking catastrophe after that because yeah, well, Clarke definitely just cheated. In front of everyone. Including her "boyfriend". Though granted she'd only been seeing the guy for like a month so it's... it's not as earth shattering for her as it could be. But the real issue, the real vomit inducing kick in the moral gut is that she's just ruined the entire facade for het friend. Made her a look fool in front of everyone. Basically fucked the entire thing up for this girl who had only wanted to feel like she fit in. Just once. It honestly makes her feel awful. It's not like she just accepts it and feels ok with it, she is thoroughly disgusted with herself.

Obviously Lexa returns the money, letting herself be branded a homewrecker and cheater rather than embarrassing this girl further with exposing the truth that they were never actually together. She can carry that stigma as long as it means she's not doing anything to hurt this girl worse. She's caused enough problems as it is.

In the end everyone goes home. Pissed off or hurt or with a new bit of gossip to tell. Clexa going their own separate ways, without a single other word to each other.

The girl never talks to Clarke again when they get home and despite Clarke's efforts to try and make amends, she doesn't blame her. It was the single worst fuck up she'd ever made in her life. Which is why she takes the time to stop dating altogether and start really working on herself. Because she didn't like the version of herself who would do something like that to anyone, much less her friend. Feelings or not. Tipsy or not.

Lexa also never hears from the friend again, though that is not even remotely a surprise after everything. But she still wishes she could have done something to make things right. Some gesture or, or... something to fix what she'd fucked up so royally. It's a guilt she carries with her for a long, long while.

Eventually though, a few years down the line when it's more just a distant memory that still stings but doesn't burn quite as bad as it used to, the friend reaches out to Clarke in the form of a very opulent and beautiful wedding invitation that says she's... getting married to the guy Clarke cheated on that weekend. Clarke doesn't want to go, at all, but kind of feels obligated because not only is this the first olive branch she's ever gotten from her old friend, but also like,,, tf??? You're marrying that guy?!??! What the hell happenesd??? So she's gotta go. She has to, just to make the final amends for what she did.

Which works out well because the girl is all smiles and that bubbly laughter that comes from real, true happiness. She seems so easy and free when she tells Clarke that she is total over it. That they'd found the love that they'd been searching for in each other while commiserating through the pain of that trip. "Eh. Burnt toast theory and all that," is how she puts it with a lift of her champagne in response to Clarke's very thought-out apology.

So it's good. It's not great, and it doesn't make up for what Clarke did, but at least she now knows that her friend is at peace with what happened.

And then aND THEN Clarke catches a glimpse of Lexa at one of the tables across the room. Looking awkward and unsure and still disrespectfully hot in her formal wedding attire. And her friend, in all of her wedded blissed out glory, is like "Oh right. So. Speaking of blasts from the past. I invited another old friend... You should go say hi."

With the bride's blessing, she does exactly that despite her absolute terror at the prospect of seeing Lexa again. They have drinks and reminisce over wedding cake about that fucking shitshow of a vacation, catching each other up on where they are in their lives now and how they've been. They talk about how stupid they were. How awful and, honestly, immature. But through their embarrassed commiseration and disgust with their past selves, they both carefully (and not so carefully) toe around the subject that while they both do regret the way it happened... neither actually regret that it did. Because the sex had meant something. Because the feelings were entirely real. Those late night talks and time spent together still mean something today. Even through the messiness and the people hurt in the aftermath, the connection had been real, and in the end it had always sort of felt like the other was 'the one who got away'. So, drinks turn into dancing, which turns into Lexa catching a ride home with Clarke in a designated cab. And before either of them know what's happening, it's Clarke that Lexa is making breakfast for in bed 👀

[ao3feed-clexafic]

you don't know what you got 'til it's gone my dear (tell me that you love me)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58908526 by Justadreamgirl Clarke was sent to the ground as a child. Now ten years later she's convinced that getting back to the Ark is her key to happiness. But when life throws a curveball, her worlds collide and things might not be as she thought it was, after all, the memories of a ten year old aren't necessarily reliable. Perhaps what she's always wanted has been in front of her all this time....if it's not too late. Words: 1918, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English Fandoms: The 100 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Abby Griffin, Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya (The 100), Wells Jaha Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa Additional Tags: Commander Lexa (The 100), Scientist Clarke Griffin, Clarke is a mad scientist, Clarke thinks she belongs on the ark but girly is wrong, she belongs with her wifey, Protective Clarke Griffin, Protective Lexa (The 100), Lexa is so in love with clarke, Clarke honey stop being in denial, Lexa does not die, happy ending I promise, maybe a little bit of angst first, Clexa, Clexa Endgame Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58908526