#clexaweek21 day 7

[lexa-griffins]

ClexaWeek21 | Day Seven | Free Day - Royal AU

Lexa, Princess of Arbor, joins a political marriage with Princess, now Queen, Clarke of Arcadia, as the neighboring kingdoms try to maintain conflicts at bay after the death of the previous ruling Arcadia royals. As their young love blooms, both girls are faced with an inevitable war declared by young Aden, Lexa’s brother and now ruling King of Arbor, influenced by those who wish to see Arcadia fall and become part of Arbor once again.

 Clarke paces the room, her heavy leather boots making stomp noises on the marble flooring. Around her a handful of military officials stand, backs straight and breaths itching as they wait for their Queen to speak.

 “Your majesty, if I may…” Her senior adviser, Sir Bellamy, speaks with caution, scared of startling the pacing royal, “I don’t believe we have many choices here. If King Aden declares war, we cannot stand down and watch.” 

 Clarke’s eyes quickly stare at him, a low growl on her lips and the man stands down, his eyes resting on the shine of the floor, a clear gesture of submission.

 “He’s right, your majesty.”  

The whole room turns to the door that now closes behind the newest member of the meeting. Sir Bellamy’s eyes open wide as the Queen’s consort agrees with him.

“Lexa…” Clarke says as she approaches her wife. While their political marriage is strong, their own personal relationship is still fragile, barely past the stage of young love.

“If King Aden decides to declare war as he has been threatening, failure to act would only reinforce Arcadia’s discontentment with your ruling.” Lexa’s face is stoic, speaking methodically and with control over every emotion, pushing down the feelings of dread the thought of a war against her homeland and her own brother, still a child, brings her.

 “Our army is now bigger than that of Arbor. If we go to war, we could lay waste to your Kingdom, kill hundreds of innocent lives - the lives of your people.” Clarke reminds her wife, sternely but with a kindness she does not show her generals. She can see the turmoil behind emerald eyes, the emotions Lexa always successfully hides from those who have yet to make acquaintance with her compassionate nature.  

Still, her wife refuses to stand down, “Arcadia is my kingdom and your people are my people. My duty is with you, my wife and my Queen, and with your kingdom,” She pauses for a second and corrects herself, “Our kingdom.”

The Queen takes a few steps closer to her wife, giving them the illusion of privacy as she leaves only a hand length of distance between them.

“Are you certain of this?” It’s the quietest of whispers, her words echoing the silent room but unintelligible to those around them. And in a need to assure her wife that a contradictory statement would not bring her any danger, Clarke holds Lexa’s hand and brings it to her lips, kissing her knuckles like she did only a few months before as they left Arbor behind at the start of her now ill advised brother’s reign.

Her wife simply nods, her thumb gently gracing the small dent on Clarke’s chin. She lets out a deep breath before answering verbally, a quiet whisper still.

“We cannot allow Arbors armies to march on Arcadia without retaliation. Nor can we let them win a senseless war.”

“The people might demand your brother’s execution, my love.” Clarke’s reminders are useless as she’s aware Lexa knows them all, probably went over them time and time again before coming to her decision, such is her nature.

“Victory stands on the back of sacrifice.” Lexa lets her hand fall, freeing herself from Clarke’s grasp.

The Queen sighs and despite her wishes of peace and unity, she knows her wife is correct in her statement. As a gesture of comfort before she seals her kingdom’s faith, Clarke let’s her forehead rest against Lexa’s for just a second, eyes closed as the other woman brushes their noses together.

With a deep breath, Clarke takes a few steps back and away from her spouse before turning to the room of women and men that await her verdict.

“Your majesty…?” Lady Octavia, the sister of Sir Bellamy and youngest member of the war room says, as if to give her Queen just a second before she reveals her decision.

“If King Aden of Arbor declares war against Arcadia, our armies shall march against them and give them no mercy until they surrender,” she takes another breath and steals a look at Lexa, who stands tall next to her but seems to refuse to look at her, “or until King Aden is dead.”

Around them the room rumbles with war cries but none of their Queens share the excitement. They both stand in their place, hands locked, scared for what the touchable future brings.

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[thessclexa]

May We Meet Again in Valhalla - a Vikings au

Read here

[lansley]

Oh you know, just Clexa slow dancing at their wedding to Saturn by Sleeping At Last in my wedding fic In Holy Matrimony 

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Huge thanks to Clara (@qvert​) for her generosity!! This is AMAZING and I LOVE IT and I LOVE YOU so much for doing this. You are one sweet sweet talented lil’ bean. 

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[butmakeitgayblog]

The Sorrow of a Fallen Angel

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Laying in the deepest recesses of hell, Lexa feels the fire and brimstone lap at her wounds as the truth of her expulsion from Paradise crashes down. Tears puddle in a pool of anguish at her feet, their ripples echoing the waves of sorrow within the tattered pieces of her broken heart.

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Read Demon Lexa au on AO3

[forgotmyart]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100) Additional Tags: Soulmates Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Ice Skating, Alternate Universe - Skating, Endgame Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Established Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clexaweek21 Summary:

In another life, Clarke and Lexa are pair figure skating champions. In another life, Clarke and Lexa don’t have to clutch at each other and wish they didn’t have to let go, because they’re always there to catch each other.

[iwabwy]

clexa week 2021 day 7 free day

grounder au: heda + wanheda

[syngularitysyn]

Ceasefire

Summary: When Clarke goes to a sex shop in town to find a hideous gag gift for her friend, the last person she wanted to bump into is her nemesis Lexa Woods.

Things only heat up from there. Read on Ao3.

[lostwithoutclexa]

I love that they do this in so many fanfictions....

[clexaweekofficial]

Clexaweek2021

Wow. This marks five years, half a decade of Clexaweek! Thank you all so much for making this fandom what it is. Clexa has helped shape me as a person. I’ve made so many friends through it. It’s changed my life. And I’m so grateful for all of you. 

And now, without further ado:

Clexaweek2021 will take place from Monday, March 1st to Sunday, March 7th. Here are the themes for the week:

Day 1- Monday, March 1st: Accidental Love Confession

Day 2- Tuesday, March 2nd: Wanna Bet?

Day 3- Wednesday, March 3rd: Reunited

Day 4- Thursday, March 4th: At Work

Day 5- Friday, March 5th: Out of Bounds

Day 6- Saturday, March 6th: Magic

Day 7- Sunday, March 7th: Free Day

Please keep in mind the themes are more of guidelines than actual rules. For example, if you reeeeally hoped that rivals would win, and it didn’t? Well, you can technically make any of the days a rivals au. Your day 4 could include rivals-since-childhood Clexa being forced to be coworkers during a merger at work. If you hoped that Arranged Marriage would win? Your day 2 could include Clexa forced into a marriage after losing a bet. If you really wanted a domestic au? Your day 6 magic au could involve witch Clarke and queen of the dragons Lexa, married and tending to the babies at home. You can make anything whatever you want, so be creative and have fun! 

Rules for tagging: makes sure to tag #Clexaweek21 and the day and prompt first before any other tags to make it easier for me to compile the master list.

So for example the first day, your tags should be #Clexaweek21  #Clexaweek21 Day 3 #Day 3 reunited #reunited (and then the others for the other days, ofc)

If you post your fic on ao3, you should also add it to the collection Clexaweek2021.

Submit a link to your post or directly to your work, whatever you would prefer, so that I can share/reblog it. Here is the link for that. Here are the guidelines for posting. Send me an ask if you have any questions. (Yes you are welcome to post your work early if circumstances prevent you from doing so day of, just be aware I will not share it until the day of (I’ll try to schedule it then, too). If you are late that’s okay too- I’ll share it when you have it, though try to do it on time that way you get more exposure since people will be looking for it! 

Please also use this google form to input information about what you are sharing. This makes it far easier to compile a masterlist at the end of Clexaweek, that way I can reblog a post where people can see what you made!

Happy Clexaweek, kru!

[lansley]

A Modern Clexa Wedding

 In Holy Matrimony 

Sunkissed blue eyes are like a beacon calling Lexa forth, growing more vivid and captivating as Lexa moves closer. They always immediately gravitate around each other, like magnets that can’t be kept apart. It feels like the only justifiable thing in the world, the only thing that makes any sense, to be in each other’s arms. Any less is a crime. 

“Well?” Clarke’s glowing in her white wedding gown, shyly showing off her bridal look as if she hadn’t just seen Lexa’s eyes grovel with gratitude.

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[puthyflapps]

“And he’d simply kick My ass if he knew the truth”

Clexaweek 2021 - Day Seven

Free Day: Clexa Teenage Dirtbag Moodboard

“What’re you thinking about, Commander?”

“Commander?”

The odd name made the girl scrunch up her nose in a mixture of confusion and intrigue. The action accentuated the light dusting of freckles that rest there and Clarke had to admit the delicate decoration residing upon the girl’s button nose was incredibly cute. If the two of them had not found themselves a tangled mess of limbs in Clarke’s twin-sized bed then she might’ve missed the way Lexa’s soft cheeks tinged pink at her words. 

The girl took her time mulling over the events that had led her to settle on the rather odd nickname. The distant sounds of house music kept them company while the blonde contemplated how to word her answer. Lexa waited ever so patiently for the grand reveal; never once daring to interrupt the other girl's train of thought. 

“Maybe its stupid but, whenever I see you at school you’re always so serious like you’re this warrior marching towards a battlefield or something.”

The statement hung heavily in the air and Lexa did her best to school her features so as not to let her surprise show. She had only recently discovered that Clarke knew of her existence and if she were to be honest with herself, the thought of Clarke’s kind, blue eyes following her form around school made her stomach do all kinds of acrobatics. Lexa could feel the nervousness bubbling up in her as she thought about what her next words should be. Her mind raced and her tongue tingled with anticipation. A short moment later and the words finally spilled from her mouth:

“I don't think its stupid,” a beat of silence passed between them and then she continued, “should I give you a nickname now?”

The corner of Clarke’s mouth slightly turned up as she shifted her body almost imperceptibly closer to Lexa’s. Whatever small space was between them quickly diminished. The tips of their noses almost touched and Lexa could feel the girl’s warm breath reach out and delicately tickle her lips as spoke. 

“What did you have in mind, Commander?”

The brunette could smell the alcohol lingering on the blonde’s breath. Truthfully, if it had been anyone else Lexa would've detested the scent. However, this wasn't just anyone. This was Clarke Griffin and like all things pertaining to the tipsy girl, Lexa found herself totally enamored. Viridescent orbs gazed softly at the beauty before her. 

“Sky Girl,” she said after managing to muster up the nerve to speak again. 

“Sky Girl?”

Clarke asked as the once small grin on her face bloomed into a curious smile.   

“I don't know, I just...you’ve always got your head in the clouds,” Lexa paused momentarily; her tongue poked out to nervously swipe at her plump lip before continuing on, “sometimes I think you might even float away.”

Lexa’s heart was beating so heavily in her chest that she couldn't tell whether it was the music from downstairs or her own heartbeat thumping incessantly in her ears that was making it difficult to concentrate. Part of her worried that the other girl may misinterpret her statement as insult. Her only reprieve from the storm of anxiousness swirling inside her came from the gentle giggles of the girl laid before her.

"I like it. Ya know, you should join me up in space sometime. You might like it up there,” Clarke teased.

“I think I prefer the ground.”

The two smile warmly at one another almost forgetting how close they are to one another. That is, until Clarke’s hooded eyes flicked down to Lexa’s lips and back. Lexa found herself repeating the flirtatious action and suddenly she’s reminded of just how intimate their current seating arrangement is. 

“Will you promise me something?”

The blonde asked before the other girl could lose herself in her thoughts once more. 

“Anything,” the brunette replied almost instantly and Clarke felt her chest flutter at the sincerity of the answer.

“If I ever start to float away,” she whispered, referencing Lexa’s words from minutes ago, “will you stop me?”

Suddenly, it felt as though they were talking about something much larger than silly nicknames. Lexa let out a shaky breath she didn't know she was holding and replied solemnly:

“I don’t think Finn would like that.”

The mention of her boyfriend had Clarke shuddering on the inside and she knew that was wrong of her but she couldn't help it. It was obvious to anyone the two were biding their time together. They didn't have one of those epic romances that people write books about. Theirs was not a love story that she would gladly tell her grandchildren about in the future. Clarke was fine with that knowledge. She had come to accept the fact that she wasn't meant to experience something so divine or at least that’s what she told herself. 

“Finn is...temporary. He’s a nice guy,” Clarke began to explain and Lexa did her best to bite her tongue. If she were to pick one word to describe Finn Collins, “nice” certainly would not have been one she chose. 

The brunette pushed her feelings towards the Collins boy aside and allowed the blonde to continue.

“We have fun together but our relationship, its not built to last.”

Cerulean finds jade. 

“Does Finn know that?”

It wasn't accusatory by any means just curious. Porcelain fingers trailed their way up a tan, muscular arm leaving a trail of fire in their path. Clarke’s hand eventually came to rest on Lexa’s flush cheek. Her palm was soft and warm and her voice sweet like saccharine.

“Does he need to?”

Lexa was left with no time to even process the deeper meaning behind the other girl’s words as Clarke’s thin lips crashed against her own full ones. Clarke’s kisses were addicting and it drove her absolutely mad. The blonde tasted like honey and the brunette knew she could never live peacefully in a world where she didn't get to kiss this girl again.

 Lexa also knew what they were doing was risky. If Finn were to find out at any point that she had her tongue swirling deliciously in his girlfriend’s hot mouth, it certainly wouldn't end well.