#clexa secret santa

[clexmas24]

Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

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[johnmurphysgirl]

hii! your LOST secret santa here! what do you like about Jack and Kate's relationship?

Hii! Sorry for the late response, but if I had to say, it would be that no matter what they've been through, they come out stronger in the end once the whole love triangle thing disappears. And they're honestly the right amount of toxic, similar to clexa from the 100. Jack has all this weight on his shoulders, but since the beginning, he was drawn to Kate and she was drawn to him.

[dontcha-wanheda]

Happy New Year, @reallygroovyninja​!! It was fun talking with you and getting to know you! I would love to continue talking to you! I hope you enjoy this Clexmas vibes drawing I drew up for you :) -Your Secret Santa 🎅

[shipahoi]

Happy New Year to @damiana-atx from your Secret Santa!! It was nice talking to you and getting to know you a little bit. May 2020 bring you and your family happiness, health and joy 🤗

[onemilliongoldstars]

Happy New Year to the lovely @queersword who I had for Clexa Secret Santa this year! Sorry this is a little late!

“Clarke, Clarke,” Lexa peers up from where she’s peeling the huge pile of potatoes in front of her. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Lex,” Her girlfriend, who had been previously banned from the kitchen because her cooking made Lexa truly fear for her life, rolls her eyes. “Of course I do, they’re only cookies.”

Lexa glances down at where she’s stirring together the mixture with such gusto that tiny pieces of the batter are flying out all over the otherwise spotless kitchen.

“Yeah but they would probably be more effective if the mixture was actually in the bowl.”

Clarke grins at her and Lexa can’t help but smile back, especially when the bell covered reindeer antlers she has on her head jingle. “You’re worrying too much.”

“I’m not,” She tries not to pout. “I’m worrying the exact right amount- shit!” In her distraction she’s managed to peel straight through her knuckle, and she curses again, dropping the potato and the peeler and sucking her knuckle in her mouth.

“Come here,” Clarke’s fingers curl around her wrist and she tows her the two steps to the sink to run her knuckle under the water. “Are you okay? How much does it hurt?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Lexa tries to tug her fingers away, but Clarke holds firm. “Honestly, Clarke.”

“Don’t, keep it there to make sure it’s clean.” Clarke fixes her with a stern glare that she dare not disobey, and she does as she’s told while Clarke digs in the cupboard beneath the sink for the first aid box.

“It wasn’t that deep,” Lexa tries to reason, but can’t complain but Clarke takes her cut hand between hers again, turning the tap off and dabbing at it with antiseptic wipes. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Does it need stitches?” Clarke asks, very seriously and Lexa rolls her eyes.

“Clarke.”

“Fine, no stitches. You just get a pretty bandaid.” As she digs around in the box Clarke adds. “You’re going to be great tomorrow, you know, you don’t need to be nervous.”

“I’m not,” There is a waver to her voice that Lexa can’t fight.

“It’s just our families,” Clarke reasons. “We love them, they love us. It’ll be great to have them all here.”

“I know,” Lexa acquiesces at last, glancing behind her at where the turkey is sitting waiting to go into the oven tomorrow. “I just want it to be perfect.”

“It will be, as long as we’re together,” Clarke promises, sweetly, and then produces a princess bandaid to go over her knuckle. “There you go.”

“Rapunzel?” Lexa arches an eyebrow and Clarke shrugs.

“There weren’t any Elsas left,” The blonde takes her hand gently between both of hers and lifts it to her mouth. “And a kiss, to make it all better.” Her lips are soft and warm and Lexa immediately forgets about the dinner.

When Clarke goes to stand and step away she snakes her hands around her waist and draws her closer, pressing them together. The bells on Clarke’s headband jingle and Lexa leans in to catch a long, slow kiss from her lips, tasting the sugar and coffee on her lips. Hands skate up her arms, wrapping around her neck and cupping her cheek to keep them pressed together, and for a few blissful minutes Lexa loses herself in that tender touch, which feels like home to her.

They finally have to break apart, and Lexa tilts her head, brushing their noses together . “I hope you don’t do that with all of your patients.”

“Only my favourites,” Clarke assures her, leaning it to steal another kiss. “Hey, could the food wait?”

For a moment Lexa considers saying no, casts a glance at her abandoned potatoes, but then Clarke’s hands drift down her body and her lips venture to her neck, and Lexa finds herself utterly persuaded.

Suffice to say, dinner is very late the next day.

[theawkwardestasian]

Parting is Not Goodbye

Dear Clarke,

From the moment I met you, I could tell from your eyes

You acted tough and indifferent but I could see right through your lies

The deaths, they haunt you, etched in your mind

You bear the weight so that they don’t have to, we have that in kind

A great commander is what I was born to be

But only when I’m with you can I truly be me

The burden I carry is something I must live with

Yet you and I are connected; we’re tethered at our pith

You taught me that there is more to life than just to survive

But without you by my side I don’t know if I can truly feel alive

I was wrong to believe that love makes us weak

If anything, it is love that makes us complete

I know I broke your trust that day on Mount Weather

But never again; I vow to you in this letter

Those words I haven’t said, I’ll hold onto until next time

When finally I can call you all mine

I owe it to our people to do what is right

So now I must leave you and continue on with the fight

Maybe someday we’ll be free of these binds

Only then can our lives be intertwined

Here is where I leave you, my girl from the sky

Just know that parting is not goodbye

I truly believe that this is not the end

So for now I leave you with a promise to meet again

                                                                              Yours truly,

Lexa

A Clexa Love Letter for @spacescify

[damianatx]

Your Clexa Secret Santa

@julesvale Feliz Navidad 🎄

Hola 👋🏽 Soy Damiana y espero que te la hagas pasado chido este día.

here’s a little something 😎

Juliantina TinderAU

Juliana is out and has been out

Valentina got on tinder on a bet.

Vale no lo sabe usar, por eso solo se veían perfiles de mujeres. En su frustración, hizo swipe right a una chava hermosa, de pelo obscuro que cree en la reencarnación. It’s a Match! Valentina le mando mensaje, disculpándose de su torpeza and to tease her about her bio. Empezaron a platicar como amigas y el resto, pues es historia 🥰

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

Being local is the best! I live relatively close to my parents but all the rest of my family is super far! So that’s a bummer lol Question of the day: wha your favorite Clexa fan fiction?? Hope your Christmas is fantastic! 2 days left!

Aw man. Are you traveling or staying local for the holidays?

And omg, such a hard question. I think it’s a toss up between: “Quality Ingredients” - @thatonewherelexasachef, “Except You Love” - @theproseofnight, and Lover in Low Light which is no longer available to read 😭. What about you??

And thank you!!! I hope yours is, too!!

[lesbad-unicorn]

So, time has come to reveal myself. I wish you the happiest New Year and hope that all your wishes will come true! This was the first time I did Secret Santa and it's been quite fun. This is my gift for you, in form of a drawing and a short story-this is the first time for me to draw a tiger or write a short story/fic, I hope you like it!

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She was walking alone, as always. Ever since she's been just a cub, every tiger has shown fear and rejection over their face when they saw her, because of her birth mark around her eyes. Even her mother disowned her at birth, because she was different. She had to learn how to hunt and survive on her own, without any protection if she did something wrong at her early days.

So, here she was, walking alone yet again, surviving. "What to eat today" was her main thought, seeking for prey. But what she didn't know was that she became a target herself. So as she was thinking what and how to kill, she was observed as well. It wasn't like her not to notice danger, but she just wasn't herself. She let her guards down and was quickly attacked and that's how she's found herself on the ground.

Both beasts have shown their teeth as a play of power. Canines sharp, as they could get, staring at one another. And that was when they caught each other's eye. One, surrounded by black ink around her eyes, that gave her a look just like she had cried 3 tears out of every eye, and the other, a lioness, but with a mane, casted out of her pride.

It was a beginning of their story, after which they never felt alone again. It was a birth of something new, but at the same time of something as old as time.

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Well thank you! that’s really thoughtful and cute ^^ It was my first time doing Secret Santa too and it was really fun to talk to you all along! I’ve never read any Tiger AU so that’s really original, I’m honored! Well I wish you a happy new year too and hope you will rock your trip to Portugal!

[lexa-el-amin]

through her eyes

She couldn’t take her eyes off of the peculiar girl. There was something about her that day…Who was she trying to kid? There was something about the girl that she had noticed every day. Because she had been watching and observing said girl ever since she had first stepped foot in the quaint coffee shop Clarke worked at.

It was all in the little things or maybe they weren’t so little after all because they stood out so unabashedly, Clarke thought everyone should have noticed them too but at the same time, she wished everyone was oblivious to them. She would like to think that she was the only one that had noticed those quirks the girl had never failed to do.

And Clarke wondered if she would ever get the chance to know the stories behind them.

Supposedly she could at least try talking to the girl, really talk, but every time she stood face to face with the brunette, she turned into a bumbling idiot. In addition to her eccentric way of doing things, the girl was also astonishingly gorgeous.  And Clarke was incredibly shallow (that didn’t escape her attention), she just loved seeing beautiful hot girls, who wouldn’t?

The green eyed girl was so easy on the eyes, too easy as a matter of fact, that just looking at her could make Clarke blush; her heart fluttered as all coherent words seemed to elude her. She desperately wanted to make a good impression on the girl, she just didn’t know how. But she did know a thing or two about the girl.

She did know how the girl would show up at exactly 7.45am after she had walked past the café 2 times, starting from the corner of 17th Ave. And then she would stand right outside the door for 22 seconds before stepping inside. Clarke knew because she had more than once counted the seconds while watching the girl through the window with great interest and profound curiosity.

The memory of the girl’s luscious lips moving so subtly along the second she was counting by was just a little something Clarke had subconsciously held dear to her mind. And still, Clarke refused to believe that she was a stalker-ish creeper just because she was observant. Right. She was starting to lose the argument to herself.

And then the girl would stand in line that had already formed since the crack of dawn with a book covering her face. It was always a different one every time. Clarke wondered if the girl was actually an avid reader or that the book was just a cover, a decoy, stopping anyone to break through her personal space.

Though Clarke could easily imagine the girl as being somewhat geeky and the thought only fired her infatuation more, the girl (at least the one she had been building up in her mind) was nothing less than endearing and cute and quirky and…Clarke realized her obsession had moved way past than just a silly crush. And she didn’t even know her name. It was ridiculous.

Surely people would hastily assume that by being a barista Clarke could at least get the girl’s name as she took her order. But no, it would be way too simple and the girl was by far the most complicated human being Clarke had ever encountered. Because instead of giving out her name to be written down on her cup of coffee, the girl would utter just one letter.

At first Clarke thought that the letters were just random but then she paid even closer attention to it and after 4 weeks of ‘investigation’, Clarke had come into the conclusion that the letters spelled out into a legible, actual name. Lexa Woods. But still, she couldn’t be so sure. Third time the charm, they say. Now was her chance to test that theory of hers.

As the girl finally got to the front of the line, Clarke brushed off her green apron clad outfit and gave out her most charming smile. “What can I do for you today?”

The girl, Lexa, possibly, hopefully, put her book aside and looked at her intently with a tight smile adorning her lips. “Ah yes, I’d like-” She came to a halt as she averted her gaze to the menu boards hung on the walls behind the counter.

Clarke waited patiently, knowing all too well that the girl wasn’t really trying to make up her mind. She just had to count to 22 before she made her order. Clarke knew that the girl had always ordered the same thing and it would be…

“A cup of hot vanilla latte with 2% milk in grande size please and…”

“One blueberry muffin to go?” Clarke concluded lightly, remembering that on Tuesdays the girl never stayed at the café.

The girl looked taken aback for a brief second but soon got her bearing back. “Yes, please.”

“Excellent.” Clarke quipped rather cheerily, cringing inside because she realized that she was overdoing it. She didn’t want the girl to think that she was overly chipper for no legitimate reason. But of course, if the girl would have preferred, Clarke would be the most cheerful person in the whole wide universe.

“Who should I make it out to?” She asked with a new air of confidence, arching her eyebrow, lifting up the paper white cup in one hand along with a black sharpie in another. Please say L, please say L…

“L.” The girl stated carefully. “But not like Elle like the brand, it’s just-” She stammered on, her right hand flailing aimlessly yet elegantly, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. And Clarke smiled, thinking that it was one of the most adorable things she had ever seen in her life.

“It’s just the letter L, right?” The blonde offered, hoping that the girl would appreciate her quick understanding of the situation. She had overheard once or twice how her coworkers would talk about the ‘strange’ girl and she hated that.

She hated that people would make fun of someone they didn’t know. She hated the fact that the girl would feel obliged to explain herself just because she had a tendency to do things differently. And Clarke had promised herself that she would do anything she could just to make her feel comfortable and understood.

“That’s right.” The girl affirmed, subtly exhaling a breath of relief. Clarke didn’t miss how she looked a tad more relaxed and that the corner of her lips had turned slightly upward, forming yet another smile, even though it didn’t last for more than a couple of seconds.

“Okay then.” Clarke chirped gleefully, scribbling down on the white cup. “Anything else?” It was just a formality to ask even though she already knew the answer.

“No, that would be all, thank you.” The girl said, reaching for her wallet and a metal box out of her messenger bag. The metal box was one other thing Clarke had noticed, it was a candy box, mints to be exact (based on the cover that read ‘Mark & Spencer’s Mints’) but when the girl opened it, it was filled with coins.

Clarke thought it was cute. Yet again. But then everything about the girl was cute to Clarke. She was way over her head already.

“Then it’s gonna be…” Clarke typed in the order to the machine, waiting for the receipt to come out. “It’s $9…”

“$9.25. Here you go.” The girl swiftly interjected, sliding out money over the counter and like Clarke had expected, it was an exact $9.25. Just like always.

Clarke felt like she knew this girl, like she wasn’t just another stranger; not just another face in the sea of people rushing in and out the shop every day. And she hoped she could get a chance to know her more. Clarke didn’t realize that she had let her mind wander and her eyes fixed solicitously at the girl until Lexa dipped her head down, showing the first sign of her nervousness under the scrutiny of Clarke’s intense gaze.

Clarke broke out a smile that looked a little guilty. “Your order will be ready in a bit. We hope to see you again.” She concluded, handing out the receipt.

Lexa took the piece of paper and quickly shoved it in between the pages of her book. And she gave Clarke a tight smile before she strolled away to wait for her order by the pick-up counter, not without subtly slipping $5 into the tip jar. As the girl covered her face with her book once more, Clarke decided that she was gonna go through with her plan.

—–

She was waiting for her order, internally counting the seconds. She couldn’t help it, the way she couldn’t deny her lungs from breathing. Rationally, she knew nothing bad would happen if she were to stop. But maybe she didn’t want to stop. She had found that doing things in such ways was almost like a comfort to her.

They made her feel at ease, like nothing was out of place; nothing was out of her control. She couldn’t find the logic in that, but she had stopped caring about logic behind every action she ever done. Sure, she was well aware of the way some people would snicker and talk behind her back about how weird she was.

But she had grown used to it, she didn’t expect much from people anymore. She wished to be understood, but she wouldn’t expect it. Expectation was nothing she could afford.

There was one person though that had surprised her, the barista girl, Clarke. Yeah, Clarke the barista girl. Lexa chanced a peek at the girl through the upper brim of her book. Clarke reminded her so much of the protagonists she’d read in books. Clarke seemed kind, friendly and colorful.

She had never given Lexa a strange look. Sure, she got curious sometimes, at first, but who wouldn’t with the way Lexa was acting? But Lexa had never seen judgment in those blue eyes or heard a mocking snigger out of her lips. Clarke acted like she understood her, like everything that she did was…normal.

It had been her normality for years, but people rarely saw it that way. But the girl had given her reason to believe that perhaps some people were still good and kind. Lexa wouldn’t say it out loud, but she was hopeful. Just a little bit, there was nothing wrong with that, right?

Sometimes, on days when she could stay and sit on the table by the side window, right next to the wall with a hummingbird mural surrounded by famous quotes, she would rack her mind with the thoughts of actually talking to Clarke because Clarke had been nothing but sweet to her. When she had the chance, Clarke would pass by her table just to comment on the book Lexa was reading.

‘Oh, I’ve read that. It’s so sad.’ or ‘Oh my God, have you got to the part where that character die when really there’s no legitimate reason for them to die? It sucks!’ or just a simple, ‘how’s the book going?’ As if she actually cared, Lexa thought it’d be nice to have someone care about even the smallest thing that she was interested in.

But of course she never managed to give any sort of response. She got frozen in place, awed by the fact that this girl took the time to pay any attention to her. Words eluded her and the next thing she knew, Clarke had moved on to clean up the next table. She should stop anyway, she knew she stand no chance.

Not when she could barely utter a word without having heart palpitation. She despised the fact that interacting with stranger was such a hassle for her. She wished she was different, bolder and courageous. Maybe someday…

Lexa snapped her head up, acknowledging someone clearing their throat. And she regretted looking up so quickly, unprepared by the warm smile and mesmerizing eyes that greeted her. “Your mind must be a very fascinating place.” Clarke remarked reflectively, tilting her head in such adorable manner.

“I…It’s…” Lexa slapped herself internally. Why can’t speaking come easy to her? Instead of responding properly, she grabbed her cup of coffee and the brown bag containing her muffin and bowed her head down. She could feel her cheeks warming up and her fingers trembling.

“Uh, thanks…” She mumbled apprehensively, straightening her body once more. She looked up to give Clarke a smile and then hastily turned her body around. She didn’t look back; there was no way she would risk doing any more damage than what had been done.

But as she reached the door, she heard Clarke yelling, “Have a nice day!” And god, Lexa wanted nothing more than just go back and tell Clarke that she was such a beautiful soul.

She halted all motion, standing still right outside the coffee shop with a bag of muffin and a cup of hot coffee in her right hand. She needed to just regulate her breath and calm her nerves first before she embarked on a journey to her campus ground. That was when she noticed something, writing on the cup’s collar. She scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion.

She never found any on the collar before, only on the cup, those letters/’codes’ indicating the content of the cup. She slowly rotated her cup, intrigued and anxious. She read word by word carefully, attentively. Her breath hitched. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She couldn’t believe that someone really did pay attention to her and cared enough to let her know that they truly saw her.

Written on the collar was a sentence that Lexa would never forget.

I wish I could see the world through your eyes, Lexa Woods.

-Clarke

She snapped her head up, she felt out of breath. The world around her seemed more vibrant somehow. Someone had figured her out; someone had actually taken interest in her quirks and learned her name. And she felt this pull, an indescribable force urging her to turn her head around.

She felt as if someone was calling her and when she finally did look back, she was once again greeted by those spellbinding bright eyes that had never conveyed prejudice and a sincere smile that made her heart skip a beat. Maybe hope wasn’t lost after all.

—–

I hope you enjoy this, thank you for taking the time to read it and also for the nice exchange we’ve had these past two weeks. It’s 1.5 hours away from midnight where I am so I’m wishing you a happy new year! 

Sincerely,

Dev (secret Santa no more!)

[clexmas24]

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

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

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

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

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

#Clexmas24  #7DaysofClexa

Dec. 16 - Day 1: Home for the Holidays

Dec. 17 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice List

Dec. 18 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe

Dec. 19 - Day 4: Snowed In

Dec. 20 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions

Dec. 21 - Day 6: Secret Santa

Dec. 22 - Day 7:  Free Day

[bae-in-maine]

Clexa secret santa?

So...are we doing Clexa Secret Santa this year? I had a lot of fun with it last year!

[the-paper-turtle-dove]

Man I wish I could play an instrument, sadly I don't have the patience for practicing. 😞 I like reading, writing, gaming, boxing, hiking, road tripping, and many other things 😁 Have you done any traveling? If so, what has been your favorite trip so far? -SS

I actually wanna get into boxing! It looks really fun! I haven't traveled passed the US and Canada, but I guess I'd say the trip I went on to the Willamette Valley in Oregon was the best. What about you??

[writtenletterstoyou]

hiya! i'm also stateside: portland, oregon specifically. i am an atheist, but celebrate x-mas because it's a great excuse to give presents to people i care about. i am spending xmas eve and xmas with my girlfriend's family (we spent thanksgiving with mine in seattle). i hope you have fun and stay warm, it is pretty darn cold where you are, especially considering you live in florida! going big for NYE? my gf is trying to make me go out, but i'd really prefer to stay in...--your secret santa

Portland and Seattle are two places in my I need to go list. My girlfriend is very big into soccer and so I am now pretty into it as well and we always say those are two soccer cities we’d like to visit.

Lucky for us it hasn’t been too cold this week and I did grow up here so I know what to expect. Xmas was a good day, a lot because we go to both families (luckily we are both from MA, but also that means we need to split time fairly and that doesn’t always happen) but we don’t really celebrate the religious side of it either. Neither of our families are big into religion so it’s more of a get together eat, drink, and exchange gifts.

As for New Years... I was expecting to have to work New Year’s Eve ( I work evenings in news) so we didn’t make plans but I ended up getting it off just by chance so we are having a couple of friends over our place for board games and snacks...still pretty laid back though. So I definitely feel you with the wanting to stay in. I’ve never been someone who wants to go out and go big on NYE. Luckily my girlfriend has gotten it all out of her system now so she feels the same. Our first few years we were together (we’ve been together for. 8.5 years now...time flies lol) we went out and did the big party or club thing now it’s mostly stay at home with a few friends.

[tanjagraf]

Merry Christmas! I hope your first day of celebrations was full of fun and food and that you enjoy the rest of the festivities! I also love the food at Christmas, and I love seeing everybody open presents! How is your Christmas going so far? from 🎅🏼

Thank you!! Merry Christmas to you too, I hope you’re having a great day! 😊🌟🎄 How is your Christmas going?

Mine was pretty great. My family liked the presents I gave them and I’m happy with what I got. My brother got me like the ultimate Christmas outfit consisting of really fluffy socks with Christmas cats on them and a really ridiculously colorful sweater with a T-Rex, who is spitting laser beams and wearing a Santa hat, and with presents and a Christmas tree as well as MERRY CHRISTMAS written on it in capital letters. It’s wild 😄

Today we had Raclette for lunch which was awesome and very delicious :D and then we went to my Grandma’s which was nice but I ate sooo many cookies... ^^

[i-love-the-way-you-love-me]

Hello hello!!! Christmas will be here in two days, are you excited? Tell me, what are your Christmas traditions? Will you be getting presents on Christmas? QOTD: What's your favourite fanfiction/book? P.s. Are you a drill sergeant? Because you have my privates standing at attention Let's play carpenter. First, we'll get hammered. Then, I'll nail you. Hope this brightened your day!

Every Christmas Eve my parents, brother and I get together and watch the Polar Express while drinking hot chocolate 😊 and then we start opening presents at midnight!

My favorite FF has to be Should Have Asked for Directions by Dylan Hart! It’s a Faberry fic but it is so well written and so amazing that I always have to re read it once every few months!

The pick up lines just get better and better!! I’m swooning 😭