#clexa text au

[nothingfromnowherenooneatall]

So I’m currently bored, depressed and funemployed while I look after my mum, so I decided to watch The 100 because I heard it had lesbians n shit (safe to say I won’t be watching past season 3, I know I’m late to the party on that but what the fuck y’all).

So I’m in the midst of Clexa brainrot (which, due to the presence of post nuclear apocalypse started by rogue AI as seen in T100), voltroned with one of my other fandoms and now I’m severely tempted to write a Clexa Terminator AU (cringe, i know). But now the question is;

Who goes back in time to save who?

The way I see it, either:

Clarke is sent back in time to protect Lexa, leader of the human resistance. In the future of this version of the 100, Lexa uniting the 12 clans gives them a fighting chance against the machines.

OR

Lexa is sent back in time to unite the 12 clans and protect Clarke, who goes on to unite Skaikru with the coalition lead the resistance. The whole “spirit of the commander is an AI chip” thing makes me think that she could be a reprogrammed Terminator herself (or a Dark Fate style Augment if ya nasty).

The plot would be clexa travelling across the US to the bunker that contains the Skynet/ALLIE mainframe to destroy it before it has a chance to start the war in earnest and create the terminators, while being pursued by a T-800. Drama, horror and romance ensue.

So can anyone still in the clexa fandom help me choose pls?

[audi0med1c]

”Is It Over Now?” -Air bnb scene preview (Clexa celebrity AU)

Giving tumblr a little blurbo that bloomed on its own while driving yesterday, an hour+ highway drive and my Taylor Swift playlist found me listening to some of her older songs and one that I honestly haven’t heard in years hit me so hard bc I had been looking for the perfect nostalgic-type country song for Lexa to be dancing to while she’s cooking when Clarke walks in at the address that was sent at the end of my last chapter.

(Clarke’s POV chapters will start off going back through the earlier parts of summer before picking up at where Lexa’s POV left off, with the address that was sent... but given my current real-life emotional struggle I honestly don’t know when I will have it in me to jump back into writing because it is truly painful to step into either of their shoes with what I’m currently going through.)

This scene though was only vaguely imagined/loosely planned, however listening to this song caused the whole thing to form and play out fully and perfectly in my mind so much so that my eyes were LEAKING while driving at the soft, simple domesticity and sillyness of the moment between these girls (seeing as thing were starting to get a bit snippy and tense the deeper they got into summer), and I think I’ve been clinging to this specific scene, this specific moment nonstop since my drive yesterday just trying to keep my head above water emotionally, so today I threw together a quick little visual for it as well (basically so I can just keep re-watching it for my own mental health I think)

🚨 Basically, Lexa has sent Clarke the address to an air bnb, an attempt to step into a different kind of bubble (a more domestic one🥹) ….a bubble away from any and all associations either of their homes carry to all the ghosts and memories of hurt and pain of their past… (and other people)…

Lexa’s got music blasting, so she doesn’t hear Clarke come in. Clarke watches Lexa swaying and bouncing while singing along to “I want Crazy” by Hunter Hayes

- and just by the choice of music, this old-school country already has Clarke feeling nostalgic, reminded of those early months when they first started dating.

Lexa had fallen away from her country roots after their first year or so of dating, but even moreso than that, she hasn’t heard Lexa SING in years.

"No I don't want good and I don't want good enough

I want can't sleep, can't breath without your love.

Front porch and one more kiss

it doesn't make sense to anybody else..."

Even though she’s doing so in an overly theatrical tone moreso than her true singing voice, warmth blooms in Clarke’s chest watching silently from the door at the way the brunette’s whole body moves in such a loose and carefree way to the bouncy country beat - the quick plucky timbre of the banjo, the upbeat drums, and the rising and falling clash of the crash cymbals.

"Who cares if you're all I think about

I've searched the world and I know now

It ain't right if you ain't lost your miiiiiind....

Yeah I don't want eaaaasy, I want craaaaaazyyyy..."

The small air bnb itself was reminiscent of Lexa’s childhood home a little bit, at least the way it felt in Clarke's memory, from back when she first started going over to the house on Cornelia Street almost a decade ago - with its modest, homey feel and slightly outdated furniture and decor.

Lexa herself seemed lighter, completely relaxed and unburdened the way she sautées whatever was sizzling and smelling of garlic as if she did this every single night of her life. She did used to cook often for Clarke, until it became too easy to get a last-minute reservation anywhere they wanted with just a quick text or phone call. That and the habit of grabbing take-out from their handful of favorite spots was always quicker, and easier after Lexa’s long work days.

The actress' body stills for only a moment when the music ends, until the next song comes on, even MORE upbeat than the last.

It's a song by one of both Lexa and Clarke's all-time favorite artists, the kind of song that you know so well that you could go years without listening to it and still remember every single word.

[[song is 'Holy Ground' - but Taylor Swift is the only celebrity that does NOT exist in this universe lol]]

Without hesitation Lexa’s leg is tapping along to the punchy beat of the intro, head bopping side to side as she sang the opening lines, wooden spoon still stirring in her hand:

“I was reminiscing just the other day,

while having coffee all alone and lord it took me away,

back to a first glance feeling on New York time,

back when you fit my poems like a perfect rhyme…”

Clarke finally pushes off the doorframe into the kitchen, jumping in at the next line,

“Took off faster than a green light go

yeah you skip the conversation when you already know”

Once Lexa hears her voice and turns, her eyes are bright and her smile wide as she greets Clarke by pulling her in close to bounce along with her, twirling her as they both sing along together, smiling.

“I left a note on the door with a joke we’d made,

and that was the first daaaaay…”

Lexa tugs Clarke even closer for a kiss, her amped up energy surging through their lips as they swayed, still liplocked to the next lines that slowed down, dragging out in longer, softer notes.

[playing in background]

((“and darling iiiiiit waaaassss gooood,

neeeeverrr loooookiiiinnnn downnn

and riiiight theeereee wheeeere we stooood

was holy ground”))

They break apart and Lexa’s back to bouncing and dancing playfully when the beat picks back up, unable to contain her giggles and the kick drum thumps so strong through the speakers Clarke can feel the vibration in her ribcage.

The blonde laughs sheepishly, feeling a bit awkward at the entirely un-coordinated bouncing they were doing while holding hands.

“You know I don’t dance….” Clarke chuckled over the music.

She was perfectly enjoying watching Lexa, seeing a joy radiating off of her that immediately took her back to their earliest days together, when she was still just the girl who followed her off the bus one day.

But Lexa, starting to get out of breath from so much jumping around, shakes her head without losing the beat and her smile somehow grows impossibly wider.

“So? Dance with me anyway…..”

It was as if no time had passed.

Like they'd never even been apart.

Her grip tightens on Clarke’s hands, as she spins her again as the second verse starts, which Lexa sings by herself as Clarke smiles on with growing endearment:

“Spinning like a girl in a brand new dress,

we had this big wide city all to ourselves,

we block the noise with the sound of ‘I need you’

and for the first time I had something to looooose”

Clarke joins in again, as they bellow into each other's faces with even more vigor at the pitch jump:

"And I guess we fell apaaaart in the usual way,

and the story's got duuuuust on every page.

But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now,

And I see your face in every crowd."

The meaning of the words seems to sober them both just a little, as their smiles falter...

[in background]

(("Cause daaaarliiiing iiiiit waaaaas gooooood...."))

And perhaps it's the overall rush of the moment or a mutual need to stave off any more reminiscence, but no matter, both lean into another hard kiss. as the chorus repeats.

((Neverrr looooookinnngg downnnn....))

The kiss deepens and the girls grip tighter onto each other, barely able to heave breaths in the split seconds at a time their lips part, their hunger for each other now peaked.

((And riiiiight there wheeeerreee we stooood, was holy ground.))

Their hands scramble for skin or hair - whichever they can grasp as they bump into a wall, which seems to break the heat of the moment, at least for Lexa. She chuckles at their frenzied state, opening her eyes to search those pools of crystal blue, searching for the home in them she used to know, and takes Clarke's hand again and tugs her back to the middle of the kitchen to resume dancing again, and the blonde lets herself be spun again as Lexa sings the next lines with a dangerous amount of sincerity:

"Tonight I'm gonna daaaaance

For all that we've been throouuughhh..."

Clarke cuts in for the next line, raising their joined arms up to now spin Lexa around and then back again as she sings:

"But I don't wanna daaaaance, if i'm not dancing wiiiith youuuuu."

They embrace, losing the rhythm a little as they slow down to just swaying back and forth, and Lexa braces Clarke's face in her hands as they sing together, both still softly smiling:

"Tonight I'm gonna daaaance,

Like you were in thiiiiis roooooom..."

But I don't wanna daaaaance

If I'm not dancing wiiiith yoouuuu..."

They're kissing again fervidly as the rest of the song plays, and Clarke maneuvers them towards the room just off the kitchen. It's a tiny bedroom the size of an office, and she pushes Lexa onto the small bed along the far wall, atop a blue and red plaid quilt blanket.

Climbing on top of her ex, the blonde presses down onto the body beneath her as they work themselves up even more, little moans beginning to slip out between their tongues.

All the tiniest mundane moments that make up a lifetime, all the quiet nights in sweats and messy buns that you won’t ever find on social media or in a magazine….years worth of moments that were just them began playing back in Clarke’s mind. Just them and their unfiltered longing to be in each other’s presence.

Sometimes it hurt how simple it felt, that this was all she ever really needed to feel happy.

Lexa's just begun tugging Clarke's white shirt up when the music comes to an end, and in the few seconds of silence between songs, the sharp beeping of the smoke detector begins blaring.

"Ohmygod, dinner!" Lexa laughs, having completely forgotten she was cooking when Clarke arrived.

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**(Any of this is subject to change whenever I finally get to this scene in the actual story...somewhere in the middle/second half of Clarke's cruel summer chapters))

[bottom-lexa]

Tarnished but so grand

Clexa au

Chapter 46

Lexa is finally taking a moment to sit down and think about her situation. Finding out about the pregnancy changes everything, and Lexa knows that, she knows all the plans her and Clarke made can't go anywhere anymore. This is also the first time she is thinking about what a pregnancy entails and well, Lexa is entirely uncertain about it all. Onto the next day and Clarke is not having a great morning, she slept in too late, she didn't get her morning coffee, and she has a long day ahead of her. And receiving a short ominous text from Lexa tells her something bad is coming.

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[butmakeitgayblog]

Will we have MBFW Clexa’s first time in the au? I can’t imagine these two idiots finally deciding to cross the line.

I have gone back and forth on whether to have it be a one shot or flashback. I feel like a one shit would do it more justice just because it could be as long as I needednit to be, but then there's also the fact if it goes in the story that's a lot more weight within the text of just how... intimate, I guess, they've been from the start. Like, yes they've done a lot of growing up in 9 years, but the thing is they have very much grown up and together. So that initial intense attraction and need to be close and vulnerable with each other has been there from the start

So yeah it'll be involved, I'm just still deciding which way to go with it

[dontcha-wanheda]

Merry Clexmas Everyone! Oh and Merry Christmas as well! Hope everyone is having a happy holiday. This was meant for day 3.. 

Day 3: Secret Santa I created these chats and collabed with @eris223 who was the one to write the text conversation.  

[evelynns-sugar-bby]

[winterburning-zip]

Okay so I scrapped my roadtrip AU idea unfortunately because I realized how shit I am at geography. So I'm not sure when I'll put something out but it will probably be sometime this week. I'm working with a few other ideas. Right now the most promising is a Clexa prison AU. Just a bit of an update, hope you all are doing well!

[homieno]

Drop clexa fic recs in my inbox I need something to get lost in

[hedaswolf]

the big day arrives...

final (!!!) chapter of the clexa eleven au

You can barely stop yourself from bouncing with excitement.

This hasn’t happened in a long time -- two or three foster homes ago, at least. And even then it was done at a neighbor’s kitchen table. It wasn’t anything special. Not like this.

You grip the metal arms of the chair and cross your legs at the ankle in an attempt to stay still. (Staying still is important, you remember.)

In the mirror, you see your moms standing off to the side talking to Meg, who you’d just met. She has a round, friendly face and grayish purple hair -- the same color as Lily’s favorite toy pony. Clarke said she’s been “going to her” for years, which made you feel special and grown up. You like sharing things with your Ma.

Lexa catches your eye in the reflection. She raises her brows, checking in, and you give her a thumbs up. It was her idea to take a “before” photo outside on the sidewalk, and you’re glad she thought of it.

Clarke and Meg finish their discussion and everyone turns to you.

“You ready, kiddo?” Clarke asks. You nod vigorously, gripping the chair even tighter.

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[nerdishpursuits]

Can you talk more about your farmer!Lexa? I just live farmer lexa and I also miss lexa ;-;

Farmer!Lexa inheriting the homestead from her parents and returning home to her roots because she is fed up with greedy corporations and greedy, petty people. Trading the stiffness of formal office attire for comfortable, form-fitting, jeans, flannel, soft tee shirts and well-worn boots. Getting up with the dawn and loving the physical hard work that leaves her exhausted by the end of the day, but also feeling peaceful and content by the time dusk sets in. 

Training, and caring for, the horses is her favorite part of the job - as is roaming the surrounding mountains and valleys on horseback. Laying in the grass, the sweet scent of wildflowers in the air, the gentle sound of birds chirping and the murmur of the forest river lulling her to sleep. Lexa’s known to wear small flowers in her chest pocket, teaching kids how to ride and being the most gifted horse-whisperer around. She also volunteers with the regional Mounted Search & Rescue and helps rehabilitate injured horses. Her veggie patch is one of her hobbies - something she picked-up from her mother - and her flowerbeds are quite famous in their own right (this flower dork has her own flower-stall during the town’s various celebrations)She’s a tough, but fair, employer and doesn’t demand anything from her farm hands that she herself wouldn’t do - thus earning the respect and love of the tight-knit community (even as she is famed for being a bit of recluse)And she’s SO SOFT (once you get her to lower the proverbial draw-bridge and let you in). Disarmingly so - in total contrast with the business persona she had to project as a driven, corporate lawyer (which was one of the reasons she decided to quit). But it also shines through in her very way of being: the kindness in her eyes, the way she keeps on giving without asking / or expecting anything in return, the way she inspires and teaches.

Basically, soft farmer!Lexa with her love of the early birdsong in the morn and the choir of cicadas in the evening. Firm yet gentle and as fascinating as the untamed wilderness that surrounds her homestead. Patient and kind but also ruthless when she has to be. A child of mountain valleys draped in wildflowers and gentle moonbeams piercing the forest canopy, her soulful eyes the dappled green of the forest.Clarke, the new vet in town, is helplessly smitten with this gentle, somewhat mysterious, solitary woman. And Lexa herself is drawn to Clarke like moth to flame. After all, she is a useless lesbian (who’s a smooth line-dancer - if she occasion calls for it - and with Clarke … it calls for it)

[clexaficquote]

“LW: I want you in your office

LW: biting down on your hand to stay quiet

LW: while I hold you down on the desk

LW: and sink my fingers into you.

CG: It’s been too fucking long. You know how much I need you. I’m already wet.

CG: You also know that I’m not using my hand to stay quiet. I’ll stay quiet with my lips on your neck.

LW: when this is over, you’re mine.”

in love and war and politics (ch 18) by centuriesofexistence

[unicyclehippo]

It's been a long time since I've read texting au, but if I recall correctly, you had at least several one shot drabble type things that you posted on tumblr that never made it into the story. For example I vaguely recall (and I'm pretty sure it was for texting au but I might be misremembering) you had written Lexa visiting Anya after self harming, but I don't think it made it into the actual story. They might want to check the tag Clexa texting au.

oof i rmbr that, talk abt Rough. idk if y’all ever got to see more of that but anya was flatmates w a very nice young man called hernando who was in a long distance relationship w his boyfriend & one time lexa & anya were invited to visit his family when he went back to visit them all & that was very nice

[phoenix-inthe-fire]

Now... I’m not saying I wrote a zombie fic cluster fuck with all my favorite f/f otps buuuuuut...... there’s definitely a 5k and counting fic in my docs entitled “0 to Zombie Real Quick” @comebackbehere23 is already texting me in all caps 😂

[kokkoro]

okokok but like the formal ceremony of ‘getting married’ not being a really big thing in werewolf culture, families just grow, you know? so despite the fact that they’re in it to win it for lack of a better term, clarke and lexa never really saw the need to tie the knot. They know this is it for them, they’re as settled as settled can get in werewolf terms, but when they bring up the move to the suburbs abby kinda hints that maybe they should probably at least get the documentation, to make things official.

(and they do. they go to the town hall like a few days later and its over and done with painlessly)

but this surprise little ceremony at lexa’s family’s cottage in the woods at their goodbye party!! a warm late September night with picnic tables and little tents and fairy lights strung between the trees. close friends and family and its small but large at the same time. and gustus, big burly gustus with his wide smile and cheeks flushed from drinking nonchalantly tapping his glass up at the front of the main tent and the chatter coming to a slow halt. him calling up lexa and clarke who glance at each other with raised eyebrows and they think he’s going to like toast to their move or whatever, how when lexa’s nearly to the front, having handed off madi to abby, unaware until she takes a moment to glance at the audience that’s gathered, how she looks to where clarke (still oblivious) is waiting for her up near gustus and it all kind of hits her in that moment. everyone watching on with these smiles and lexa knows.

how she gets caught on clarke in the moment as she makes her way up, anya whistling in the background, getting lost in the soft look clarke gives her as lexa joins her. just clarke in tiny fraying jean shorts and a loose white button up and lexa in these khaki bermuda shorts and a light plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Lexa’s cheeks red and clarke welcoming her by gently cupping her cheek and bringing her close for a quick kiss before pulling away and weaving their fingers together. (how they’ve only had their rings, these simple gold bands, for like a week and clarke's already picked up the habit of tracing lexa’s ring with her thumb)

gustus with a twinkle in his eye and his gruff voice full of amusement, “let’s not get ahead of ourselves, yeah?”

the look that dawns on clarke’s face as it hits her, how it makes lexa laugh but  her cheeks grow redder and she feels hot and somewhat nervous but it’s all so soft as gustus leads them through their impromptu wedding vows. it’s supposed to be silly!! meaningless human traditions! cause anyone in their right mind, ring or no ring, married or not, can see that clexa are it.

but also gustus unable to stop smiling and the laughter from friends and family as they fumble through it, but the unintentional feelings it ignites. how lexa’s vows are so very lexa and meaningful and full of love and clarke is just so overwhelmed that she can’t help but steal a kiss right in the middle of lexa’s ramblings. she gets scolded by the peanut gallery bc thats not how things go, but its worth it. how gustus doesn’t even get halfway through ‘you may now kiss the bride’ before lexa has her hands in clarkes hair, pulling her closer.

legally they havent even been married a full month before they up and move to the surburbs with the kids, but they tell people its closer to seven years bc that’s more of a truth anyway

[clexafamilyau-blog]

Random Text Convo between Clarke and Lexa... Just for fun-ness! :)

[deadnitwitt]

This is the type of stuff I send to my sister and she’s annoyed by it after all of this time but I don’t care. Got mad love for my wife. Also, I kind of can imagine Lexa sending this to Anya 😂👌