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A Bit of Clarity 🍂 (9/?) The visions had started last autumn, a year ago now. It had caused a bit of chaos for some, a bit of clarity for others. Two days ago, Clarke Griffin had been perfectly fine managing both her Café and her stress. But now she was curious - so deeply curious about the vision of herself entwined with the aloof Lexa Woods that it was leading her to complete distraction. (ao3)

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When she opened the café the following week, Clarke didn't expect the first customer to be Gustus. He walked toward her with a slight hunch in his shoulders, holding a large paper bag in front of him.

"Hello, Clarke."

"Hi, Gustus. How are you?"

"Lexa said you were looking for help in the kitchen. Am I too late?"

Clarke blinked in surprise. "Not at all."

Gustus set the bag on the counter. "I don't have much of an education and I don't know proper baking terms. I haven’t worked for anyone in twenty-five years, but I have made and sold baked goods on my family's apiary since my childhood."

He pulled out several containers. "I've brought honey muffins, blueberry tartlets, and a chocolate-walnut pie. Please, have a taste when you can."

"You're… applying to work here?"

Gustus nodded. "I'd like to help in the kitchen."

It was certainly unorthodox, but they had yet to find anyone and Clarke's mouth had already watered at the smell of the pie.

"Gustus, are you sure this is what you want? The hours can be long and we can't afford to negotiate on salary for now."

"Money doesn't matter to me. I have my own land and grow my own food."

"What about your apiary?"

"A hobby more than a business these days. The market made me realize how much I miss…" His eyebrows furrowed as he thought of the word.

"People?" Clarke guessed.

He stroked his beard. "But not so much that I would leave the kitchen."

Clarke chuckled. "I see why Lexa likes you."

"She may pretend otherwise, but Lexa enjoys company too. She would not write the way she does if it weren’t the case."

"No, I don't suppose she would."

They both looked toward the entrance when a customer walked in. Gustus moved to the side.

"I won't keep you longer. Thank you for humoring an old beekeeper."

"Wells will have the final word, but he's badgered me to get more of your honey so the odds are definitely in your favor."

Gustus inclined his head gratefully, a heartwarming sight given he was a foot taller than Clarke and quite intimidating at first glance.

"Have a good day, Clarke."

"You too. And thanks for the treats!"

* * *

Clarke walked over to Lexa's table later that afternoon, finding her deep in research on her laptop with her half-eaten croissant on her plate. They hadn't been able to speak much between orders, but Lexa had looked her way at times and Clarke had managed to catch her eyes. Each time made her stomach swoop, but Clarke was determined to be the one to surprise her for once.

She put her hand on her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

"Hi, you."

Lexa turned her head with a slight blush. "Hello."

Clarke sat in front of her, propping her chin on her hand. "Oh I get a hello today. Very formal."

"Is hello formal now?"

"With that tone and those glasses? Yes."

Lexa took off her reading glasses. "Am I being kicked out?"

"Not at all. Stay as long as you want. You can even stay after closing hours."

Lexa's eyes fell to her lips- Clarke's knowing grin. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Mm probably not."

Lexa closed her laptop. "So. Saturday. Doors open at 7pm."

Clarke sat up. "I'm excited. Though Wells has already warned me he'll poison my coffee if I drop any spoilers."

Lexa had offered tickets to Lincoln's play again, though this time she had made it very clear she intended it as a date. Clarke was thrilled to go to the theater after so long, especially since the play was fully booked for a solid six months. Nowhere Ground was a critical darling and word of mouth had worked like a charm.

"I was thinking we could hit Cocoa Street after," Lexa suggested. "Try some of the food trucks?"

"A woman after my heart."

Lexa smiled, her hand inching toward Clarke's on the table. "I figured I'd keep the upscale restaurant for our third date."

"Oh there'll be a third date?"

Lexa looked up from their hands, fingers not quite yet touching. "I would hope so."

"Well I don't know, I'll have to see if you have game."

"I thought you'd gotten a preview already." Lexa's fingers brushed against hers.

Clarke bit her lip. "Not that kind of game."

"What kind, Clarke?" Lexa asked smoothly as her thumb brushed over the back of Clarke's hand.

Clarke shook her head and sat back, letting go of Lexa's hand. "Nu-uh. I'm not falling for that again."

"What's that?"

"That- look. And your voice. You know what."

Lexa let out a small laugh. "I really don't."

"It's like a switch you have. It drives me crazy. But I'm not falling for it. I see you."

"Alright, I'll just be broody and quiet then." Lexa cleared her throat, amused. "Did Gus stop by today?"

Clarke brightened. "Yes. Speaking of, very sneaky of you. Wells is already raving about the chocolate-walnut pie."

"I'm glad. Gus kept asking me if he should make more. I'd never heard him so nervous."

"I didn't even know he baked."

"Never in a professional setting like this, but I can vouch for his impeccable manners. And his food."

"How did you meet him anyway?"

Lexa picked up the last bite of her croissant. "When I was doing research on the Mountain Men, I found out his property is the closest to the bunker site. A few miles down the mountain but still - I figured he had some information that could help me. I introduced myself; said I wanted to honor their story…"

"And you charmed your way into his life," Clarke guessed in a fond tone. She still had a few minutes before Gaia started side-eying her for flirting on the clock (not that it was a regular instance, but Lexa did come in often these days…) and then got Harper to ask endless questions to fuel their gossip mill. "I'm glad you did. I think he'd fit right in."

Lexa nodded, giving her a soft smile while they lingered in their last few seconds of privacy.

* * *

When Saturday night finally came, Clarke thought she might burst from the anticipation. Lexa lived close to the theater, so Clarke had suggested she be the one to pick her up before they walked over. She'd settled on her fancier boots, tights and a red dress, ever aware of the increasingly cold nights. She had her coat on but left it open when she finally arrived, fully leaning on the power of her own cleavage tonight. Slow didn't mean she couldn't have her fun.

"Wow. Um. Hi," Lexa breathed out as soon as she opened the door, eyes darting south of Clarke's lips.

"Now I get a hi," Clarke replied with a grin. She extended the flowers she'd brought on the way. "For you."

"Oh they're beautiful," Lexa said, genuinely surprised. Clarke wondered if she’d ever gotten flowers based on that expression alone. "Thank you," Lexa murmured.

"You're welcome," Clarke hummed. She waited for Lexa to come closer to reach for the sleeve of her shirt. "This is new."

"You don't like it?" Lexa asked.

Clarke almost scoffed. She was fairly certain Lexa knew exactly what she was doing, with her tight slacks and her dark green shirt just a hint sheer enough to see the outline of her bra. Paired with her loose curls and faint perfume, Lexa was already making her dizzy and it was incredibly unfair.

"I didn't say that," Clarke replied, pretending not to notice Lexa was going to kiss her. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Lexa frowned briefly, only to smile a second later as she realized what game Clarke was playing. She'd asked for slow and it seemed like Clarke was taking it to heart. Perhaps a bit too much.

"Please, come in."

While Lexa went to find a vase, Clarke looked around. The apartment was on the small side, but during the day it was most likely brightly lit thanks to the two large windows. The balcony was filled with plants and flowers just as Gaia had once told her, but she hadn't mentioned the various hanging pots throughout the living room. Of course she couldn't have known. Clarke wasn’t sure if she was the first date Lexa had invited here since moving, but the progress in their relationship wasn’t lost on her. She’d never imagined being inside Lexa Woods’ apartment; not even when they’d started their little dance. It had seemed like another world.

Lexa came back with a vase that she set on the table by the window. "They're lovely," she reiterated.

"If I'd known you were so into plants I would've gotten a succulent or something."

Lexa looked around. "Oh those - the hooks were already there when I got here. Indra said the woman before me used to hang candle lanterns. I think she's relieved this place isn't a fire hazard anymore."

"Gaia said you're her favorite tenant."

Lexa smiled sheepishly, but didn't further comment. She glanced at Clarke's neckline before clearing her throat.

"Are you ready?"

Clarke nodded. "Very."

Lexa stepped closer. "You know… I sort of imagined this going differently."

"Oh?" Clarke asked, rooted in place.

"I figured after we'd kissed things would become easier," Lexa explained as she stopped inches from Clarke.

"You imagined us kissing?"

"Yes," Lexa answered honestly. "But I told you that before."

Clarke remembered the confession Lexa had made that night at the café and felt desire pool in the pit of her stomach again. How she’d thought about her; how she’d wanted this- them. She reached for Lexa's shirt, pretending to toy with one of the small buttons.

"It seems like we imagined a lot of things you and I," Clarke replied, swallowing.

Lexa brushed her nose against hers, testing her. Clarke felt her warm breath on her mouth and nearly tasted sweet mint. Her heart beat loudly in her ears until finally she gave in, tilting her head and pulling Lexa in.

The kiss was slow at first; Lexa's full lips pressing firmly against hers. Then Clarke felt her hand cup her neck and Lexa angle for something else, something deeper. She moaned when their tongues brushed and Lexa played with hers, chasing, teasing, while the lingering smell of the flowers mixed with her perfume and saturated Clarke's senses. It felt like she was drunk.

It wasn't the small hello or goodbye kisses they'd exchanged in the week; the hesitant pecks that had preceded the date that had seemed so far away on Monday.

"Are you sure this play is good?" She asked, slightly dazed.

Lexa shook her head, kissing her once more. "It's horrible. Mediocre. Let's bail and stay in."

Clarke let out a small laugh before kissing her again, deeper and slower, wondering if her heart would ever calm down tonight.

"If only."

[part ten]

#clexa #f: a bit of clarity #clarke x lexa #short chappie to get back into it #w

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ecfandom · 5 years ago

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ok let's see: big city lawyer return to her small town at christmas time to stop some corporate closure and magically fall in love with some woman and her dog

Ah, I love it! This totally got away from me. I’ll do more tomorrow!

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Okay so Clarke is the youngest partner at Azgeda & Weather, a NYC corporate law firm that handles all the big Fortune 500 companies along the eastern seaboard. Being the youngest partner at the firm means two things: Clarke takes no prisonrs, and the law firm is her life. We’re talking breakfast, lunch and dinner at her desk (a large desk in a large corner office on the top floor, there’s not a lot to complain about honestly), a second wardrobe in the sleek, modern armoir in her office, sheets and pillow tucked under the stylish but massively uncomfortable couch. She has a nice apartment that she’s spending a fortune but there’s no telling why seeing as how she’s never there.

She’s got a good routine. Up at 4:30 every morning, to the gym for a good “sweat out your rage at the world” session, steaming steaming shower so hot it almost hurts, she dawns her impeccable outfit including her signature pencil skirt which costs more than most people’s monthly rent, then it’s off for her morning juice cleanse and back to the office for her 8am briefing. It’s practiced, its perfected, it’s...necessary. If her day is not scheduled down to the minuted, if she’s not busy, thinking, always occupied...that’s disastrous. That means thinking about all the things she doesn’t want to think about...like how lonely she is, how much her heart still aches from the day her entire life crumbled into a million pieces...

So you can imagine how furious she is when her boss pulls her into his office and tells her to pack her bags, she’ll be spending her Christmas holiday overseeing the closing of the factory at the heart of a small town named, Arkadia...HER small town named Arkadia.

“This is a joke, right?” She asks, actually laughing in his face. But he doesn’t smile, doesn’t blink in fact, and her heart sinks. It’s not a joke and she’s expected at the airport at 7am the following morning.

Meanwhile, in that little town across the country, residents are in a full blown panic. The factory in town was just bought out by a big corporation and all operations are shutting down. Of course, this factory employs 95% of the town and these works will have no where to go, no job, and essentially no severance just weeks before Christmas.

The day her aging father comes home and tells his daughter with tears in his eyes that he’s out of the job is the day coffee shop owner, Lexa’s, famous smile falters. Her little shop lies in the heart of the town and sees just about every town member pass through at some point during the week. Lexa’s drinks are dreamy and her shop is warm and cozy. It’s a safe haven and though she’d never acknowledge it, if you asked any neighbor, they’d tell you that the magic has nothing to do with the shop, it’s all Lexa. She’s always got an ear to lend and the fluffy golden retriever that’s always by her side never fails to bring a smile to everyone’s faces. Except this week. This week, the whole town is grieving.

“I don’t understand how they think they can just come in here and unemploy an entire town of people and get away with it.” Anya, Lexa’s barista and long-time friend, looks scary, and puts on a good show of being tough, but she’s a big softy. But this week, Lexa genuine worries about the safety of her mugs as Anya roughly towels them dry, scowling at the black town car that pulls up outside, clearly from out of town. “How do they fucking sleep at night.”

“They don’t sleep,” Lexa says. “These are the kinds of people with no lives, no friends, and no conscious.”

Anya whistles quietly. “They may not have a conscious, but they certainly have something to look at.”

When Lexa looks up she’s definitely taken by surprise. The beautiful woman walking through the door is nothing like she expected. Strikingly blonde is the only thing that grabs her attention before the sweetness of her face. But that sweetness is impressively overshadowed by the coolness in the woman’s pale, blue eyes the second they connect with Lexa’s.

Before Lexa can even open her mouth to tell her they’re about to close, the woman is holding up her hand. “Please, before you tell me all the ways in which I am ruining your life and killing your beloved pet, I just need some fucking coffee,” she huffs, not bothering to look at Lexa as she digs through her purse.

“What a surprise, she’s a raging bitch,” Anya quips, tossing her towel on the counter and walking away when the woman looks up at her and glares. “Sorry, Lex. I’m not serving the wicked witch of the east.”

“Pretty sure it’s wicked witch of the west,” the woman snaps back.

“You’re from the east aren’t you? I rest my case,” Anya says, then looks at Lexa. “You can fire me if you want, but I won’t serve her kind. You’re on your own.”

“My kind?” The woman mouths, outraged.

Lexa’s shakes her head and grins at her friend’s antics. She’s no happier about these outsiders than the rest of the town, but a customer is a customer. “What can I get you?” She asks, barely taking notice when her trusty pup, Max, gets up from his bed and pads away from her.

Clarke is momentarily caught off guard by the gentle tone, expecting more of the nastiness she’d been encountering since she landed in the tiny, regional airport. No one recognizes her or if they do, they don’t care that she used to be one of them. Why should they? It’s been 20 years.

Even more startling than the gentle tone is the woman behind it. She’s tall and sturdy, just as handsome as she is pretty. The picture perfect red flannel she wears stretches perfectly along her broad shoulders and she is perhaps the most attractive woman Clarke has ever seen. Not what she was expecting from the tiny town she hoped to never see again.

She’s never one for a loss of words--she’s an attorney for christ’s sake--but this woman has Clarke tongue tied like never before. It takes three attempts for her to order her coffee, granted, the second time was interrupted by a cold wet nose pushing into her hand. Now, sitting at the table in the nearly empty cafe, Clarke can’t stop watching the woman behind the counter. She’s beautiful, in an androgynous sort of way. Sure, she had long, brown hair and pretty green eyes, but there’s was something masculine about her. Something rugged. Whatever it was, Clarke was mesmerized.

They part ways with little conversation. After all, Clarke is here to ruin all of their lives, and Lexa has to get home to her newly unemployed father who can’t pay for his medical bills without a job, so there’s that.

They don’t run in to each other again for a day or so, and Lexa can almost forget about her life derailing...until the day she’s in the local bar and she hears an argument break out. Getting up, she moves down the bar to get a better look. A lifetime ago, she was a Marine, and she can’t help but run toward trouble, as her father would always say.

She’s expecting the usual brawl over a drinking contest or a lost bet, but instead, she finds a few out of place suits almost completely surrounded by a ring of angry factory workers. “Call the police,” she tells Frank, the bartender, knowing what’s about to come. She’s concerned, but not too concerned. There’s still time to de-escelate things with some open conversation, so she moves carefully, cautiously, edging her way into the circle. That is until she sees the woman from from the other night, face scared like a dear in headlights but eyes glinting, ready for a fight.

Lexa’s unsure of whether she’s more scared for the woman or annoyed. Whoever she is, she’s not afraid to back down, that’s obvious, and that means trouble. And trouble for her, in this town, could very well end in blood. At the head of the confrontation is Sal, a fourth generation factory worker taking the closure the hardest. He’s been stirring up the town for weeks, just waiting for a battle. Lexa is angry like the rest of them but she’s sure as hell not going to let blood be spilled. She’s almost too slow. One moment, she’s telling Sal to back off, the next, a broken beer bottle is hurtling towards the men in suits. In seconds, the two groups converge on each other, and Lexa has just enough time to grab the woman’s arm and yank her out of the middle. Lexa practically picks her up and carries her out the front door just as the police are rushing in.

Clarke is struggling the entire way, cursing about god knows what under her breath.

“You’re welcome,” Lexa retorts, dropping the woman into a pile of fresh snow. “Next time I’ll try not to save your life.”

“Oh don’t be dramatic. I was fine.”

“You were seconds away from getting the business end of a broken beer bottle shoved into your face. But suit yourself.”

Lexa’s beginning to walk away when Clarke comes to her senses and goes after her, begrudgingly thanking her.

“I’m Lexa.”

“I’m Clarke.” There’s a handshake, and somehow it almost feels like a temporary truce. That and Lexa’s hand is warm and strong and firm.

For the next several days Lexa can’t shake the fact that she’s a traitor. She can’t get Clarke off her mind and while everyone else is cursing she and her colleague’s existence, Lexa is just hoping to run into her again. Just to get another look at those eyes. There’s something buried there, something Clarke has gotten really good at hiding, and Lexa wants in.

The next time she sees Clarke, the woman is rushing down the street, a small group of angry residents shouting at her. Lexa sees her coming from the shop window and steps out to pull Clarke inside, just as the group was beginning to converge on her. Clarke makes some quip, laughing it off, but she’s clearly shaken and Lexa has an inexplicable need to protect her.

She’s in the back making a special drink of cinnamon, nutmeg, and cherries to warm Clarke up, and when she comes back around to the tables, she smiles to see Clarke asleep in a booth, leaning against the wall, Max sitting protectively beside her.

“Good boy,” she murmurs, patting his head. Clarke rouses and Lexa slides into the opposite booth, watching with a little bit of pride and a lot of sexual attraction as Clarke moaned her delight and thanks at the delicious drink. Lexa tries her best not to blush at Clarke’s sounds of pleasure, but she’s really never been good at hiding her feelings.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Clarke asks.

“You’re just making a lot of noises.”

“Noises?”

“The...moans...and...you know what? Nevermind. Just drink your drink.”

Clarke smiles like she knows exactly what she’s doing, and she knows flirting with a local is the last thing she should be doing, but Lexa has saved her life now, and she’s handsome and kind and her dog is cute, and Clarke really can’t help it.

They do this again, the next day, just as the shop is closing. Clarke stays after the doors are locked and they talk for hours. Mostly Lexa talks, and Clarke skirts around her own life with half truths and questions about Lexa. They do it again and again, until it’s almost a routine.

“Why are you letting this happen?” Lexa finally asks her one day. “You’re not a bad person. You have to do know what this is doing to our town. You may not understand, being from a big city and all, but we’re family.”

Oh but Clarke does know. She knows because she grew up here. She knows this town better than Lexa does, but she’ll never tell. She can’t revisit those memories. She can’t think about the past. Not without losing the control she has spent her entire life building. She can’t let Lexa into that part of her life, but that doesn’t stop her from falling for the sweet drinks and the even sweeter drink maker. She gives the cowardly answer about her job, her duty, nothing she can do about it, and Lexa just nods because what else is there to say?

If Lexa is annoyed by her answer, she doesn’t show it. They continue to spend time together and the more they are seen with each other, the more the residents start to relax around Clarke. Some of them even like her, chatting her up when they see her in the cafe. Some of them look at her as if she belongs, as if she’s always belonged, as if they’ve known her from some other lifetime.

Things feel good. Suspiciously good but Clarke does her best to just let live. Lexa is walking her back to her car one night when they pass the ice skating rink in the town square.

“Don’t even think about it,” she says when Lexa turns to her with a glint in her eyes.

Lexa wins, and she’s holding Clarke’s hands, skating backwards to help keep Clarke upright. They can’t stop giggling and it feels like grade school when everything was okay and good and nothing hurt.

Clarke trips over her own feet and she tumbles into Lexa, laughing. Lexa is strong and sturdy and when Lexa catches her and pulls her close, Clarke is a goner. Looking up into those green eyes, it takes second for her to lean in, looking for a kiss. She’s not even thinking, she’s just wanting. Wanting Lexa. Wanting her close. Wanting to know if her lips are as soft as they look.

They are. God, they are and it’s perfect. Lexa’s perfect. They’re in the middle of the rink, forcing people to skate around them, but Clarke can’t stop kissing her, and Lexa has no interest in pulling away.

It’s feels natural, it’s feels right and wonderful and so so good when they go home together that night. It’s been so long since Clarke has opened her heart to anyone, and now that she’s opened it for Lexa, Lexa has it completely.

Lexa brings her coffee and a croissant in bed, crawling back under the covers to love up on Clarke again as soon as she’s done with her breakfast. It’s noon before they finally get out of the door. Clarke has a meeting and Lexa has to get to the shop. They’re walking together to Clarke’s car, and Lexa’s leaning in for a kiss when Clarke sees a man glaring at them from across the street.

It throws Clarke back into her past so quickly she jerks away from Lexa, dodging a kiss, and getting in her car and driving away without a word. The radio silence last days and Lexa is as pissed as she is heartbroken. They run into each other at a press conference the corporation who bought out the factory holds to inform the residents about the planned demolition.

Lexa can’t hold back her pain and anger. “I thought you were different from them, but you’re not, are you? You used me. You got me and the town to like you so that what? You’d be left alone long enough to help them destroy us? Is that it? Make me fall for you so I’d let my guard down? Let you get away with this? I feel bad for you, Clarke. I feel bad that you don’t know what it’s like to have a community like this. To have friends and family for neighbors. People you’ve grown up with and lived beside and I pity you.” She’s too angry to realize that she’s admitted to falling for Clarke and she doesn’t give Clarke the chance to say anything before she’s walking away.

Just days away from the demolition, they’re both miserable. They haven’t talked and when Clarke goes to try to see Lexa to tell her she’s going to make things right because she’s fallen for her to, she can’t be found. She thinks she’s being avoided until she overhears a patron talking about Lexa’s father being in the hospital. Clarke doesn’t think, she just goes. It’s not hard to find out that Lexa’s father got pretty sick and racked up some pretty hefty medical bills that Lexa’s now on the hook for thanks to her father’s unemployment making it impossible to pay for his shitty insurance’s deductible.

Clarke does the one thing she can think to do to help but she doesn’t dare go to Lexa. Now’s not the time and she knows she’s the last person Lexa wants to see.

Lexa, of course, is completely at a loss. Her father is still sick and needs to stay at the hospital, but the longer he stays, the bigger the bill gets. She’s distraught and out of options, so imagine her surprise the day she’s informed that her father’s deductible has been paid and his treatments not covered by insurance have been paid for. They can’t tell her who paid it for confidentiality reasons and Lexa doesn’t have time to think too much about it. She has to get her father taken care of and she has to get back to the shop.

Things are starting to feel okay again, except for the fact that she can’t stop thinking about Clarke. The only thing that makes it a little more bearable is the news that the demolition has been paused. Some kind of red tape fiasco. The town makes a collective sigh of relief as the corporate giant loostens it’s grip around their necks. Clarke is nowhere to be found, but Lexa wonders what this means for her. She’s too pissed by Clarke’s disappearance to find out.

Meanwhile, Clarke is back in NYC, sitting in her office while she is screamed at for pointing out the anti-trust issues with this corporation buying up the factory, creating a monopoly.

“If the DOJ blocks this acquisition because YOU brought this contract to them, this will be the end of our relationship with Dante Corp! Do you have any idea the money you have cost us?!”

But Clarke’s not listening. She didn’t care about her job. She didn’t care about the money. She cared for the people of the town. She cared for Lexa’s father. She cared for Lexa and she had to make things right.

A month passes and the entire town is elated when they learn that factory is no longer being bought and demolished and everyone has their jobs back. Someone is still paying off Lexa’s father’s medical bills, beating Lexa to it every time Lexa calls to make her own payment. Her father is back on his feet again and the everything is back to normal. Everything is good. Except it isn’t, because Lexa’s heart is broken and she can’t comprehend how someone as incredible as Clarke could be so selfish.

She’s tired and feeling particularly down the night she walks into the bar after work and sees that radiant blonde hair at the end of the bar. She doesn’t want to believe it, but when Clarke turns and their eyes meet, Lexa’s breath leaves her and she feels everything all at once. Sadness, elation, betrayal..love. Through it all, it’s still love.

“Hey,” she says softly, cautiously sitting down beside her. The bar is quiet tonight, but the other patrons are too absorbed in their own conversations to pay them any attention.

“Hi,” Clarke says, studying the beautiful face that hadn’t left her thoughts for one second since she’d left.

“I suppose you heard about the factory?”

Clarke nods, smiling slightly. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Guess you got unlucky.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, whoever made that contract fall through cost you this client, I imagine.”

When Clarke doesn’t say anything, Lexa frowns. “What am I missing?”

Clarke pulls out a trifold of paper and slides it over to Lexa. Lexa picks it up and squints at it. “What is this?”

“It’s anti-trust suit.”

“I...I don’t understand.”

“Magnus Unites, the company that bought Arkadia Beverage Company, which is the company that owns the factory, doesn’t exist and neither does Arkadia Beverage Company.”

Lexa shakes her head, trying to follow along, but not understanding. “That doesn’t make any sense. What does that mean?”

“It’s means that Magnus Unites and Arkadia Beverage Company are shell companies. They’re not real. Magnus Corp is actually just Dante Corp and Arkadia Beverage Company was bought out five years ago by Atlantic Foods.

“Dante Corp? As in the Dante Corp that owns practically every product you see in a grocery store?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Okay. So?”

“So, Dante Corp and Atlantic Foods are the two largest food and beverage packaging companies in the United States. Atlantic Foods is worth 83.7 million dollars. If Dante Corp had bought out Atlantic Foods through this shell company, they would own a complete monopoly on the food packaging industry. It’s illegal.”

“Holy shit,” Lexa breathes, looking back at the paper. “So someone found out and what? Told?”

Clarke chuckles. “Yeah. You could say that. This is an anti-trust suit submitted to the Department of Justice. An immediate injunction was ordered and the factory was returned to the previous owners of Arkadia Beverage.”

“Wow. That’s an incredible.”

Clarke watches her, so fond of the studious, careful way Lexa studied something important. When Lexa looks up, she’s almost startled by the emerald green she had missed you very much.

“Why do you have this?”

“You told me I didn’t know what it was like to know a community like this. To live side by side with friends and family.” Clarke pulls out an old, worn picture from her purse and slides it towards Lexa.

Lexa looks down at young Clarke, beaming between two people she could only assume were her parents. Behind them stood a building Lexa knew like the back of her hand.

“That’s my shop,” she murmurs, looking at Clarke confused.

“When I lived here, it was a pizza parlor,” Clarke murmurs.

Lexa nods. “The kitchen still smells like pepperoni.” Clarke laughs and nods, and Lexa nearly jumps up at the sight of tears in Clarke’s eyes. “Clarke?”

“Those are my parents,” Clarke says, looking down at the photo. “We had pizza night every Friday at that parlor. It was something we’d done for as long as I can remember.” Clarke uses her pointer finger to drag the photo closer to her. “They died,” she murmurs, her voice taught with restrained tears. “Drunk driver. The cameras caught him clearly...but the prosecuting attorney was paid off. He didn’t see a single day of jail time. I was twelve.”

“Clarke, god, I’m so sorry.”

Clarke looks up, blinking back tears. “This was my home. These people were my home. And having this community was the only thing that got me through. When I left, the only thing I could think about was going to law school and making sure what happened to me never happened to anyone else. Somewhere along the way I fell into corporate law, and I forgot why I was even doing this. Family and friends are everything.” She shrugs. “I had to make it right. For them.” Then, she looks up at Lexa, her eyes earnest and sorry. “For you.”

Lexa swallows back her own emotions. “Why did you leave back then?”

Clarke laughs bitterly. “After my parent’s died I lived with my neighbors for a while. They had a daughter my age and we were best friends. Eventually, we were more than friends. On my thirteenth birthday, we were at park watching a meteor shower. She told me she wanted to kiss me and I let her. I was over the moon. There had been so much pain since my parents dies, and here was this perfect, little moment, to distract me for a little while. The next thing I know, some man is running towards us, shouting at us, asking us how dare we do such things in public. It’s a small town. Word travels fast. When her parent’s found out, they kicked me out. And I never came back.”

Lexa wants nothing more than to pull her into her arms and hold her, never letting her go, but Clarke is already sliding off the bar stool and putting the paper and photo back into her purse.

“I’m sorry I ran on you, and I’m sorry I left without saying good bye. You didn’t deserve that. And I’m not here for forgiveness. I just wanted you to know that nothing between us was ever fake. I never had ulterior motives or...nefarious plans. I never planned for you. But there you were, and I couldn’t help it. It was just you. It was only every you.”

“Clarke, I--”

But the door to the bar swings open and a rowdy crowd tumbles in from the snow storm. Lexa looks up at the commotion, feels herself get jostled as people push towards the empty bar stools. When she looks around, Clarke is gone. She goes to find her and steps on a piece of paper on the floor.

She picks it up and unfolds it, confused at first at what she’s looking at. It’s a medical bill. With her father’s name on it. No, not a bill. A receipt. A receipt for a recent payment for the last installment of her father’s payment plan on his medical expenses. And under the payer’s information...is Clarke’s name.

“Oh, Clarke,” Lexa murmurs, her eyes brimming. She runs out of the bar, but Clarke is nowhere to be found.

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Clarke is just settling onto her couch having dawned her paid, flannel pajamas and whipped up a big bowl of drown your sorrows flavored ice cream. The best part of losing her job is that she finally gets to enjoy her fancy apartment with the best view of the city she’s ever seen. She plans to wallow in her big fancy apartment and watch RomComs until she can’t keep her eyes open anymore because she’s sick of being alone with her thoughts.

She’s contemplating adding in a bath to this plan when there’s a knock at her door. She frowns, but is not entirely sure that she didn’t forget that she ordered delivery, so she goes to the door anyways. For all the fancy features of her apartment, there is no peep hole and she is too depressed bother for any self preservation. She opens the door, ready either to accept her forgotten order or yell at the solicitor knocking on her door at 9 o’clock at night.

But it’s not delivery and it’s not a solicitor. It’s Lexa. Lexa with those sweet eyes and gentle smile. Lexa with a piece of paper in one hand and roses in another.

“Oh god,” is all Clarke manages to get out before she’s crying.

She cries harder when she feels Lexa’s arms around her, holding her close. “I’m so sorry,” Clarke says, and neither of them are sure what she’s sorry for. Clarke is just so damn thankful to see her.

Lexa holds her and presses kisses to Clarke’s hair until she calms, then she pulls back and brushes away Clarke’s tears from her cheeks.

“How did you know where I live?” Clarke asks, sniffling and leaning into Lexa’s sure body.

Lexa holds up the medical bill receipt and Clarke colors, finally caught.

“You should have told me,” Lexa says gently, so incredibly in love with the teary-eyed woman in front of her. “This was too much, Clarke.”

Clarke shakes her head. “It was the least I could do.”

“I don’t know how to thank you.”

Clarke’s eyes brim again and she shrugs, shyly. “I don’t need any thanks, Lex. I did it because...I love you.”

Lexa grins and puts the receipt aside, taking Clarke’s face into her hands. “You have no idea how much I love you,” she says and captures Clarke’s lips. Lexa could kiss her forever, but Clarke can’t stop smiling and of course that makes Lexa laugh.

They pull away, but keep each other close. “I’m pretty sure I’m the one who’s supposed to bring you flowers,” Clarke says, gesturing to the roses Lexa had put down on the table inside the door.

“Why’s that?”

“I’m the one who messed up.”

Lexa shakes her head. “I let you walk away from me three times. Do it once, shame on you. Do it twice, shame on me. Do it three times, and well, I think I went and lost my damn mind for a minute, but it’s back, and it can’t stop thinking about you.”

Clarke smiles and leans in, kissing her again. “How long do we have?”

Lexa pulls a slip of paper out of her back pocket and holds it up. “It’s a one way ticket, love. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

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lovelylogans · 4 years ago

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:o Please please rant about the 100 and Bellamy!! I was only marginally into it so I don't know much but I love to hear your meta on literally everything!!

all RIGHT. spoilers for the 100 past this point! also i’m gonna go ahead and preface this with a warning about racism, and also that a lot of this is based off stan twitter, but like. they aren’t Wrong.

oh, also, i’m gonna go ahead and drop my stan twitter: i rarely make original posts, but, ya know. it’s a jumble of content. feel free to follow if u want.

also! there’s this whole thread of hiatus drama, if you want a fuller picture than what i’m giving you.

so a quick, general sum-up of some plot that goes into this Whole situation: the sixth season of t100 took place on a different planet, after t100 spent ~5 seasons on earth, so this introduced new characters and also the concept of interplanetary travel. in the season six finale, hope (the daughter of a character, diyoza, who was still pregnant with hope, because ~time travel~) stepped through what’s called “the anomaly,” says “i’m sorry,” and stabs octavia, dissipating her into green mist. bellamy, octavia’s brother (who has had Issues and a Lot of storylines centering around octavia, which is a whole other topic of conversation (ft. bellamy’s storylines centering around white women (bob morley, who plays bellamy, is half-filipino) octavia’s treatment by fandom vs bellamy’s, and you can probably tell which side i’m on by how loudly i screamed “YEEEEEESSSSSSS” when bellamy said “you’re my sister, but you’re not my responsibility anymore” after SIX SEASON of—okay you see, i’m getting off topic)

anyway, the season closer was that octavia went through the anomaly, which (this is important!) a fair amount of the main characters saw (gabriel, hope, echo, and bellamy, namely) bellamy, in that same season closer, was running through the woods alone, yelling for octavia. season ending. good hook!

and then.... nothing.

seriously. the hiatus between season six and season seven of the hundred (the LAST season of the show, EVER!) there was next to no promotional material. no bts pics, no tweets from cast/crew, nada. nothing. which stirred up quite a bit of complaint in the fandom—one, it’s the last season, can we not have some promotion, and two, it’s the last season, and there’s no promotion by cast/crew/the cw, why is this happening?

seriously. the season seven teaser clip that got aired between episodes on the cw was released before the trailer. it became a meme, how long we were waiting for the trailer. like it was... what, 19, 20 days before the season aired, and all we had was like a stitched-together character poster?

there was also some drama throughout the hiatus, ft. the fandom getting on the news for not getting content in the hiatus, jessica harmon (who plays a guest role, nylah, and whose brother plays murphy) getting snappy at fans on twitter for asking for promotion, and isaiah washington, who played thelonious jaha (a character that died in s5) telling a minor (and also going into their dms!) that he’d call the fbi on them, good times, the 100 fandom is a Disaster and i live a nightmare every day

and then. the trailer drops.

which starts “where is bellamy?” like. people. were SEARCHING for bellamy. people were trying to be optimistic, but rapidly people were also coming to, like, the worst conclusions. however as always t100 fandom did have some jokes, so like, ya know

people were looking forward to other promo: the poster, and also, there’s this tradition of countdown bts photos for the show, and since bob and eliza (who plays clarke, the female lead) just got married, people had high hopes!

and then came the poster (which had no bellamy, or characters at all) and then the OFFICIAL poster (which had characters, but still no bellamy) which started the hashtag #whereisbellamyblake, because, seriously, he’s the male lead and it’s the last season. also bonus screengrab of this from jroth (the lead writer’s) mom’s twitter lmao

so people rightfully had questions: the excuse that was being given was that including bellamy would be “spoilery,” except, like, it’s a poster? and the only shot of him in the trailer was him being dragged along the ground despite the fact that he was the thumbnail for the trailer? like, okay, which led to some twitter meltdowns, and some more, and again people were fearing the worst, because like, see lexa, jason has a BAD track record when it comes to fan-favorite ships. people were HEATED, people were RANTING, it was a MESS

also. the edited posters were pretty funny, okay, then bob and eliza, bless them, dropped some a+ twitter content, and things calmed down a bit

and then, countdown days started. usually, the order goes bob on one more day, and eliza on show day. except this year? eliza was one more day. which. people were going nuts. because it was a tradition! and keeping BOB out of a behind the scenes where there weren’t any spoilers? it just seemed unprofessional—especially damning, given jason’s past history with ricky whittle, who played lincoln, and was bullied off the set. people were worried that, one, this was affecting bob’s storyline, and two, well. remember that thing about fan-favorite ships? here’s a whole thread of that, btw. and a video of ricky whittle, here.

it is a genuine fear of a lot of the fandom that jason will, in all his pettiness, not give in to bellarke. which is kind of nutty, given that it’s the core relationship of the show, and he himself had said that he’d been foreshadowing it. bellamy and clarke are literally “the head and the heart” of the show.

oh, yeah. so hard cut to the showday pic.

cast. crew. writers. everyone.

except? no bob.

people lost their gotdamn MINDS.

there’s a lot of subsequent drama; the fact that apparently they’re pushing through clarke/gaia (even though there was ??? no previous evidence of this??) still no bellamy for four episodes (seriously, it took clarke, like, two episodes to even cotton onto the fact that he was missing at all) a lot of criticism of jason (he’s shamed shipping and also, lmao, is trying to push through a spinoff?) and just. Yeah.

i’m really burnt out when it comes to the 100 fandom; i’ve unfollowed a lot of the t100-centric tumblrs i used to follow, once the show is over i’m gonna unfollow a lot of the twitters and just, yeah. i care about bob and eliza, and i care about bellarke, but the fandom wears me out and the unprofessionalism of a lot of what’s gone down has kind of just? made me lose interest? they’re recycling storylines (esp centering around octavia and bellamy) and continuity doesn’t seem to really be a priority. i just... yeah. i mostly care about bellarke and the fact that i bond a lot with one of my real-life friends through this show. if bellarke doesn’t happen, i’m gonna be like Really... disappointed, mad, irritated? like. imagine. it’s literally So Easy. the actors got married, ffs, you’ve gotten in trouble for ending two ships via very tragic death (in the same season, even!) like how is this Not Clicking

anyway that’s my (entirely too long) rant about t100!!!!

#the 100 #the 100 spoilers #not ts #Anonymous #ask

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blodreina-noumou · 5 years ago

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Throwback Thursday - Season 2 - Tag Game

Tagged by the wonderful @boomheda @osleyakomwonkru and @johnmurphysreddit Thanks as always, my friends.

Favourite look:

Lexa’s commander gear, specifically the moment where she and Clarke first meet, and she’s toying around with that little knife.

Iconic, cool, just a lil bit extra. And so very like Lexa, to keep a weapon directly on hand while first meeting an adversary, yet remain cool as a cucumber during the conversation itself.

Favourite episode:

2x08 - “Spacewalker”

In this moment, from this very line, you know Finn is gonna die. The rest of the episode is an excellent, slowly building tension, culminating with Clarke mercy-killing her first love, in front of their enemies, Finn’s people, and Finn’s only surviving family.

I’d been hot and cold on this show since 1x05, waiting for it to make full use of its premise in a compelling way. This episode, and the scene where Clarke kills Finn, is still the peak. It’s what finally let this show sink its claws into me, and somehow, years later, I’m still watching. Genuinely shocking, gut-wrenchingly emotional, and full of the interpersonal character moments that make such epic and difficult scenes worth it. From Finn and Raven’s last goodbye, to Clarke impaling herself on Indra’s pike to prove her determination, to Raven’s soul-searing shriek of despair when she realizes Finn is dead. It’s tense, emotional, and maybe my favorite episode of television, ever.

Favourite song:

I also love the soundtrack of this series, so I’m 100% with you, Luce. I think “Home” is a great contender (linked here). It’s emotional without being overwrought, epic and soaring without being cheesy. It sets the tone for the rest of the season really well.

I also really love “Couldn’t Stop Caring” playing behind the moments where Abby confronts Clarke about the bombing of Tondc (linked here). The song doesn’t kick in until towards the end of the scene, and I think it’s a well done moment of soundtrack. It’s an interesting juxtaposition, because, at this point, Clarke has really lost touch with a lot of her humanity in her quest to save The 47 from Mt Weather. She’s embraced “love is weakness” - yet the climax of the song states: “I couldn’t stop caring.” The heavy beat, the rising wall of sound, the grim tone and expression on everyone’s faces as they march towards war - it’s effective, chilling, and kind of badass all at the same time.

Favourite scene:

Season two is full of good scenes, honestly. I think one underrated, really well-done moment is Lincoln’s resurrection in 2x07, “Long Into an Abyss”. I was genuinely so scared as Lincoln seized and died, all while Lexa is approaching the dropship. She’s staring around in horror and rage at the burned bodies of the 300 warriors she sent to attack The Hundred.

You can see how ready for vengeance she is - and then, she arrives in the dropship, and it could not be clearer to her that Skaikru lied, that they couldn’t cure reapers, that Lincoln is dead. Octavia’s wailing, undercut by the tense, scared glances Skaikru share with one another, realizing they’re doomed -

- and then, Clarke saves the day, telling Abby to use a shocklash as a makeshift defibrillator. Miraculously, it works. In the most dramatic, tense way possible, Skaikru proves their value to Lexa and to the grounders at large, and for a moment, it seems like things will be simple.

Least favourite scene:

Probably Ghost Finn, tbh. Wtf was that?? Clarke banished her delusions with the power of “love is weakness”! That’s so dumb!! Grief will do crazy things to a person, but damn!

Most interesting character on first watch: This is Clarke’s best season, hands down. She struggles so hard, but finds herself getting the short end of the stick, again and again. It turns her ruthless.

Her desperation and slow descent into genocide is very compelling to watch. She goes through so much, and it’s only her single-minded determination to free her friends that keeps her going. She loses almost everything, is betrayed time and again, comes up against countless obstacles. At the end of it all, she finds herself with the blood of a civilization on her hands, and at a complete loss for who she is. That’s a compelling story.

Most interesting character on rewatch:

Octavia Blake. It’s a sleeper season for her, but her transformation from plucky, mouthy scrapper into full-blown warrior is incredible.

It has its downs. I don’t love the way she treats Lincoln upon his return from reaperdom, but overall, it’s a really exciting storyline, with a satisfying payoff. Seeing Octavia march among the rest of the grounders, finally content in her place, secure in her role, is so satisfying.

Favourite arc/storyline:

This season is still my favorite, so it’s hard to choose.

The beginnings of Clexa are the best part of Clexa - their uncertain yet undeniable connection carries the season through its lowest moments.

Pike’s journey into the desert, Murphy tagging along because he “has nothing better to do.” That thread eventually leading to the insanity that is the CoL storyline - but the Prophet’s Quest through the Dead Zone is a really fun diversion from the rest of the season, which is particularly heavy.

Raven and Wick, genius-rivals-turned-lovers, providing a lot of very necessary comic relief. Raven’s struggle to adapt to life, now that her leg doesn’t work.

The struggle of The Delinquents inside Mt Weather, especially Jasper’s. He’s really the main character of that location, and it’s his best season. Watching him fall for Maya, feeling the dramatic tension of him trying to grab ahold of his own story, like the main protagonist he wants to be, only to have the actual main protagonists intervene out of nowhere, and ruin his life. It’s tragic. But getting there is actually a lot of fun, with juvenile delinquent shenanigans and scrappy underdog vibes.

Getting to know the Grounders on a cultural level, seeing what makes them tick, learning a bit more about how humanity survived in the 97 years since the bombs.

Favourite dynamic:

Clarke and Lexa; Octavia and Lincoln; Jasper and Monty; Jaha and Murphy; Raven and Wick; Bellamy and Octavia...

It’s a good season for most of the character dynamics, tbh.

Favourite New character introduced this season:

It’s a toss-up between two of the best grounder women to ever exist -

Favourite quote:

“Thanks, princess” is definitely up there. Heartbreaking, succinct, too perfect.

“We’ve all got a monster inside of us, and we’re all responsible for what it does when we let it out.” Lincoln was too good for this show.

“Yu gonplei ste udon” - I gotta include some Trigedasleng, as this was the season where it’s introduced.

Tagging: @lovelyrosaye @blodkru @captainwilldameron @dylanobrienisbatman @nightbleeder @bellarke-addict @spacegamora @imacreepygirl and anyone else who sees this and wants to throw it back!

#throwback thursday #the 100 #tag games #stephspeaks

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pretend-writer · 6 years ago

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Down Below (Chapter 38)

Summary: Y/N Reyes lands on Earth with the rest of the 99 prisoners. Being one of the first people to come back “home” after 97 years of living in space, she learns what it’s like to finally live in this planet.

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader, Raven Reyes x sister!reader

Word Count: 2415 words

Warning: mention of death, injuries, mention of trauma, swearing

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‘Reyes…’ Bellamy whispered as he stood by me while we watched Lincoln’s body burn in the pyre.

A part of me didn’t acknowledge Bellamy standing by my side as Lincoln’s death replayed in my head over and over again. The least I could do was respect Trikru’s funeral rituals.

Bellamy called my name again, trying to get my attention. ‘I just want to make sure you’re doing alright.’

‘I’m not fine.’ I answered bluntly. Everything was going wrong and I couldn’t see anything getting better than this.

'Emerson’s gone, Reyes. Clarke took care of him.’

Thinking about everything he’s done to me at Mount Weather and the taunting he did earlier, it wasn’t fear that took over my body anymore; It was anger. 'I wish I killed him with my bare hands.’

He turned to me and looked at me with a concerned look. 'You don’t mean that.’

As I watched Octavia gather her things and walk away from the fire, I clenched my fist. 'Oh, I mean it 100%.’

Bellamy stared at me with fear in his eyes. Perhaps the glare I was giving him scared him a little bit but I could care less. The death of Lincoln that I partially have the blame for made me angry, I didn’t care about his hurt feelings. Of course the encounter I had with Emerson had me fuming as well.

Without another word, I followed Octavia into Alpha Station to say our final goodbyes to the people that were staying behind. Raven, Harper, Miller, Bryan and Monty stayed in Arkadia to find access to A.L.I.E while Bellamy, Clarke, Octavia, Jasper and I looked for Luna.

‘I love you, sis. Please don’t do anything dumb.’ Raven whispered in my ear while she hugged me tightly.

‘Can’t promise you that.’ I squeezed her tightly, relieved that the argument we had over the last few weeks was finally resolved. ‘But I’ll try.’

As Raven pulled away from me, she gave a cheeky grin. ‘May we meet again.’

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With Lincoln’s journal in Octavia’s hands, she led us into the woods as we tried to look for Luna. After walking for several hours the trail ended at the beach but there were no signs of others.

Octavia sprinted towards the water as she searched for any leads but there was nothing. 'So this is it?’

'Of course. Why did I even think something was gonna happen?’ I mumbled to myself but I didn’t think it was loud enough that everyone heard me.

My anger was not getting any better; it was about time I was going to hurt someone and all I can think about was killing Emerson. What made it worse was that I didn’t do it, and I didn’t have the chance to anymore.

'Great.’ I said sarcastically before walking away from everyone. I had to separate myself from them before I did something I regretted. I needed to stay away from Bellamy before I got more angry.

As I walked along the sand, I kicked the rocks into the ocean. Then I heard footsteps from behind. 'Y/N?’

Octavia called my name but without looking back at her, I replied. 'Did Clarke send you here?’

'No, I came here to talk to you as your friend.’

Kicking the last rock into the ocean, I sat down on the sand. Octavia was probably the one person I genuinely trusted right now, other than John and Marcus.

'I wanted to kill him myself but I couldn’t do it.’ I said as Octavia sat next to me.

'Believe me, I know exactly how you feel.’ She looked me in the eyes, I felt pain and anger in her as well. 'I know it will be hard but instead of keeping the anger inside you, you can use it as a motivation to fight for your people.’

She was right; No matter how many days have passed, I’m always going to drag the days Emerson tortured me. I might as well use it as a way of firing up my fights. 'Thank you for always being there for me.’

'We stick together, you and I.’ Octavia smiled softly, 'I got you.’

A figure was visible walking towards us behind Octavia as I smiled back at her. Seeing that I was looking at something behind her, Octavia turned around. In a soft voice, she said 'Bellamy doesn’t give up, does he?’

'Can I talk to you, Y/N?’ Bellamy asked as he was approaching us. Octavia looked at me, trying to see if I needed her to stay with me to avoid him.

I didn’t want to add any fuel to the fire; talking to Bellamy would’ve made me angrier. One thing I realized though was that ignoring the problem wasn’t going to make anything better.

'I’ll be fine.’ I smiled at Octavia, reassuring her that I didn’t mind talking to him. She stood back up and walked back to where Jasper and Clarke was.

'What else is there to talk about Blake?’

He stood there while I sat on the sand, running my hands through it as I tried to calm myself down. 'I just want to help you.’

'Well, I don’t need help. Especially from you.’ I said as I stared at the sand, avoiding his eye contact.

'Please don’t say that.’ Bellamy spoke softly, as if those words hurt him.

'Then what do you want me to say?’

Bellamy stood in silence for a while, 'I want you to say that you don’t hate me and that we can put everything aside.’

'That would be a lie though.’

'Y/N… please.’

The way Bellamy spoke my name always made me feel for him and I hated that. I hated how no matter what he did, I couldn’t stop loving him. 'Don’t Y/N me.’

He paused again but this time, I felt his sad stare. 'When Kane and Octavia told me that Pike killed Lincoln, it crushed me. It hurt me that I put him in that position. What made it worst was that you were there too. We all thought you were dead.’

Finally, I raised my head up as I looked right at his teary eyes. 'Unlike you, I sacrificed my life to save the people I love. I don’t care that I hurt your feelings, Blake. You chose to turn your back against us and I had to do what I had to do.’

'And I’m sorry for putting you in that position to make that choice. Octavia hates me already that Lincoln’s gone. Murphy and Kane would’ve killed me if you were gone too.’

Quickly, I stood up as his words triggered me. 'What’s your point? This whole time you were fine with killing innocent people and now all of the sudden when I was going to die, you were scared that Murphy and Kane was going to hurt you?’

'The person I love so much was going to die because of me. I can’t imagine you not being here and I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt either.’ He bit his lips as tears fell from his eyes. 'Octavia hurt me for getting you and Lincoln killed. The whole time she was hurting me, I felt numb and I didn’t care anymore. I was too hurt from the fact that you were gone. At least I thought you were.’

'It took me to die for you to finally realize what an asshole you were to your people.’

'I know and I’ll never forgive myself for that.’ Bellamy looked at me with his apologetic stare.

Of course a part of me wanted to forgive him; I loved him so much and I deeply cared for him. The problem was that it was always him constantly apologizing to me and I was so tired of him trying to prove to me that he’s good.

Bellamy saw disappointment and doubt in my expression, making him teary eyed. ‘I-I hate seeing you like this, Reyes. All the anger you have now and what makes it worse is that... I did this to you. I’m sorry for all the pain I caused.’

This made it even harder for me to be angry at Bellamy. All the genuine words that were coming out of his mouth made me upset. I didn’t want him to think that he was the reason of who I’ve become. 'You’re not the cause of my pain. Even though I was hurt about what you did, I’m to blame too. After I realized that I hurt you, it made me more angry at the fact that I wasn’t there for you.’

Looking at Bellamy’s upset face made me cry, ‘I never hated you... I hated myself for letting you go. It hurt me more that you seem unbothered and Gina actually made you happy. I fucked everything up and I just didn’t know what to do.’

He pulled me in for a hug as I cried more in his shoulder. ‘I’m so sorry, Blake. I’m sorry that I got your girlfriend killed. I’m so sorry that I hurt you all this time and I didn’t even try to fix things.’

‘You’re not the reason why Gina died.’ Bellamy wrapped his arms tighter as he comforted me. ‘We both should’ve tried to rekindle our relationship but we were too stubborn to do so.’

‘I-It hurt me that I’ve hurt you one time but..’ I paused for a moment as I raised my head up to look at him. ‘I couldn’t bare to see your face when you realized I hurt someone you loved so dearly.’

‘That night when she died, I was devastated.’ He said as he bit his lips. ‘But what I finally realized was that I found love again.’

Tears fell from my eyes again, but this time it was tears of joy. I never thought that it was ever going to be like this.

Bellamy smiled lightly as he took his hand and softly stroked my cheek. 'I love you, Y/N. I don’t ever want to feel like I lost you ever again. I can’t bare it.’

'I love you too, Bellamy.’

He wrapped his strong arms around my body once again. Hugging him back, I felt his warmth and love through his touch. It’s been a while since I felt like this and I didn’t want it to end.

Just as I was pulling away, I heard a loud thud and the world went blank.

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Slowly, I opened my eyes as I felt the cold surface touching my skin. I sat up and realized that we were in a shipping container. A figure stood over all of us, watching us sit up.

'Where’s Lincoln?’ A woman asked while she held Octavia’s journal on her hand.

'H-He’s dead.’ Octavia stuttered. 'You must be Luna.’

'Why did you contact us?’

Clarke quickly stood up, 'You’re a nightblood, you can take the flame. We came to ask if you can become commander.’

'Take the flame? Are you saying that Lexa’s dead?’

'Yes and you’re the only person that can stop this war.’ Bellamy added.

'I’m denying this offer.’ Luna blurted. 'Why do you think we’re all hiding out here? We’re done fighting, we just want to live in peace.’

'Everyone’s in trouble and we need your help to stop this madness, please.’ Clarke pleaded.

Luna stood there, giving hand signals to the guards then they grabbed onto our arms. As they took us out of the containers, the guards led us into their home; it seemed like we were on a tiny space on the ocean. They definitely knocked us out to keep this place a secret.

The guards kindly brought us into their living area and sat us by the fire. When they walked away, Jasper took this chance to leave us and wander around.

'So what do we do now? Luna clearly doesn’t want to become commander.’ I address the situation, straight to the point.

'We need her to agree to this. This is our only choice.’ Clarke growled.

'Maybe we need to think of another alternative.’ Octavia stated.

Clarke took a deep breath, 'Or we don’t. I can put the flame on her while she’s not looking.’

'Are you insane?’ I scolded.

'We can just go back to Arkadia, round everyone up and fight the war ourselves.’ Bellamy suggested.

'That’s stupid. The have a whole army of our people. Unless you guys have another idea.’ Clarke eyed all of us, waiting on our response.

Bellamy glances at me and Octavia before he spoke. 'J-Just do it when she’s alone, carefully.’

Octavia and I looked at each other with an angry expression. I couldn’t believe that Bellamy would agree to something so humanly wrong. We desparetly needed help from Luna but going against her will was something I could never agree on.

'At least A.L.I.E gives people a choice to take the chip.’ Octavia huffed.

Quickly I stood up as I eyed Bellamy. He knew that I was disappointed in him and I didn’t want any part in this. Without a word, I walked away and looked for Jasper.

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After wandering off and mingling with people of Floukru, I decided to go back to Clarke, Octavia and Bellamy. Realizing that they weren’t at the fireplace where I left them, I walked further to look for them.

Not having a clue about the place and where they can possibly be, I looked through every inch of the place. As I opened the door to a new room, I saw Jasper hanging from his arm while Luna was kneeling on the floor.

'Derrick!’ She cried hysterically, holding onto a man who was bleeding from his stomach.

Quickly, I grabbed my knife that I kept inside my boot to cut the rope to get Jasper down. 'A.L.I.E was here, Y/N. She chipped their people and she had to kill her boyfriend because he was chipped too.’

Clarke, Bellamy and Octavia rushed into the room and paused as they saw Luna crying over her dead boyfriend.

'I’m never going to help you. You brought your curse in here and got our people killed! You are all leaving first thing in the morning.’ Luna barked.

'No, you don’t understand the ch-’

'I don’t care.’ Luna interrupted Clarke harshly. 'You guys are on your own.’

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kismetcanwriteme · 5 years ago

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Spoils of War

“Is this her?” the general regards Clarke distastefully, and Clarke tries not to be offended. Dante rushes to answer bowing low before her. “Yes, just as the king has requested and let this be a step towards peace… for both our countries” The general smiled coldly “I suppose that would depend on whether or not Arkadia knows better than to invade our country looking for resources that don't belong to them now doesn't it.” The king seems thoroughly mollified by that and backs away slowly. “This girl as promised” he says quietly

or Arkadia loses a war and Trigeda wants Clarke

Also on ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/20172064

She’s being sold. As Clarke is led through the blue gray stone halls of a palace that once was hers that’s all she can think. Her mother is selling her and Clarke can’t help but hate her for it. She knows it’s harsh. They lost the war, and now the winner takes the spoils. Namely her.

The war between Arkadia and the savages, the Trigeda, had gone on for centuries. Towards the end she doubted anyone remembered what caused Arkadia and the proud kingdom to their north to fight. All anyone remembered was the bitter rivalry.

Clarke hates the frigid northern country with every bone in her body. The Griffins were a proud family and had close ties with the King. They were even hoping to marry Clarke to the prince in time. Now, Clarke supposes, that was for nothing. More anger fills her. The prince was the very reason they were involved in this mess. If Clarke had her way they would have never spoken to the royal family. She would be a free woman, riding through the hills with her stable girl. Her heart gives a pang. Lexa was gone. Trigeda had claimed her as one of their own. Her best friend in the entire world. Everything she wanted was gone in an instant. By rights Lexa was Trigedian, and by their laws she had to join their army for a least a year before settling down. That was three years ago. Clarke is twenty two now and the woman she wants is nowhere to be found.

As the great oak doors of the throne room loom closer, and the guards on either side of her tighten their hands on her arms. Clarke allows herself to pretend. She isn’t here. She’s with Lexa in the small cottage she had shown Clarke when they were girls. Its cleaned up now, not so bedraggled. Lexa leans against the doorway and smiles at her. She hears the babbling brook and smells honey cakes, Lexa’s favorite. Just as shes leaning in to finally kiss her-

“Lady Clarke Griffin, your majesty,” the attendant announces as the doors open to reveal the court standing somberly.

Shes led to the center of the room, and her mother weeps to her right. Clarke can’t look at her.

“My dear Lady, King Dante starts, I am deeply sorry for the necessity of this grave decision.”

Clarke remains silent but the king continues as though she were weeping, trying to explain to her why this injustice is permitted “There is no other way dear lady! If there were I would find it, but Trigeda is insistent that you be given to them along with the spoils of the war...to be the King’s bride.” he says sinking down into his throne as Clarke’s mother gives another wail.

The prince, Clarke’s would-be fiance looks bored and a bit petulant. He rises and says “Yes yes I'm sure we all regret the fate of lady Clarke, but we have to hand her over by sundown so if we could..” he makes a move along motion with his hands either ignorant or uncaring towards the melancholy mood of the court.

Clarke feels herself go faint “sundown” she breathes “so soon?” She thought she had time. Time to say goodbye, time to grieve the loss of her freedom, the loss of her life.

“Yes, my dear” the king says, and to his credit Clarke sees his eyes brimming with genuine remorse. “And now it is time you should leave us”

Clarke curtsies to the court on shaky legs, and though she is still angry allows her mother to kiss her forehead and choke out an “I love you” that Clarke whispers back.

With that she is whisked back out of the throne room and led back down the stone halls and taken toward the front of the castle. The court follows her to watch as she is stripped of her life. She rolls her eyes and thinks she will probably be the talk of the palace for at least the next week. Outside it has grown colder something she supposes she will have to get used to the cold if she is to live in Trigeda with the king.

Outside there is a caravan waiting for her. Hundreds of horses and a carriage at the base of the palace. For a savage county they certainly have fine travel gear. King Dante goes before them to speak to the general stationed at the bottom of the palace steps. The general is tall and slim, with cheekbones that could cut glass. Her eyes are painted with the warpaint the Azgeda favor. In short Clarke is terrified. She’s thankful Lexa at least taught her to fight before she left.

“Is this her?” the general regards Clarke distastefully, and Clarke tries not to be offended.

Dante rushes to answer bowing low before her. “Yes, just as the king has requested and let this be a step towards peace… for both our countries”

The general smiled coldly “I suppose that would depend on whether or not Arkadia knows better than to invade our country looking for resources that don't belong to them now doesn't it.” The king seems thoroughly mollified by that and backs away slowly.

“This girl as promised” he says quietly

“Good we leave at once.” she replies and gestures at Clarke to follow her. The guards holding Clarke's arms try to manhandle her forward but the general turns and barks out at them “She knows how to walk by herself doesn't she?” and from there Clarke is alone and being ushered into a carriage made of fine red wood lined with fur inside. For a prisoner, she thinks, this is rather kind treatment.

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They travel for days. Clarke is too tired to sleep and too sad to cry, so she stares at the carriage wall until one day they pass a town. The general she's heard called Anya shoves a pad of paper and a piece of charcoal wordlessly into the carriage window. And so Clarke draws. She draws Arkadia and her father and her mother and Lexa. Lexa again and again and again. She draws all the things that have been ripped away from her forever.

Too soon the carriage stops. And Anya is opening the door gesturing to her to get out. Clarke freezes though. It’s too close and too much and all she can picture is some brutish beastly savage man bending her over the war table and- Anya picks her up out of the carriage, muddy silk petticoats and all, and deposits her on the path.

“Walk” is all she says. The carriage rolls away with most of her drawings still in it except for one of Lexa clutched in her fist. She holds it close and prays for strength. Anya leads her into the tallest tower she has ever seen.

Its freezing and she is ushered into the castle quickly, her summery silk dress too bare outside the confines of the warm carriage. Once inside, she is herded up the dark grey steps into a room with a claw foot tub at the center. An entire team of women undress her quickly, heedless of Clarke’s discomfort, pluck the drawing from her hand, and scrub her from head to toe in soaps and oils that smell like lemons and pine. They wash her hair, rub her dry, and dress her in a white gown that could qualify as a night dress. When she asks the oldest woman about this she tuts and says “Of course it's a night dress, child. It's getting late”

“But aren't I supposed to be presented to the king?”

“Yes of course”

“But in my nightdress? She blanches It's hardly proper”

The woman rolls her eyes and continues to braid her hair. “Child, the king does not care one way or the other,” she says heedless that Clarke might care if she meets the king in her nightdress.

They fit her with a warm quilted robe and slippers and push her out the door. Clarke is rather tired of being pushed at this point and really just wants to sleep, although she’s so anxious about being married to a stranger she isn’t sure she could. Still as she’ led down the hall by her new ladies maids Clarke holds her head high. The hall they're in is circular and the tapestries have warm colors like scarlett and emerald. The door she is stopped in front of doesn't look as grand as the many throne rooms she’s seen, and she furrows her brow when it opens and reveals a small room with two velvet high backed chairs and a small table with a plate of cookies on it in front of a roaring fire. She can’t see the occupant of one of the chairs, but she steels herself and steps inside.

Clarke was expecting a lot of things. A burly man, a cold throne room, a demand for her to remove her clothes. What she was not expecting was a child. Well teenager. A boy of about twelve summers smiling sheepishly at her.

“King… Aden?” Clarke asks stepping closer

“Uh ye...yes hi!” The boy stands and sticks out his hand which Clarke hesitantly shakes

“You must be hungry. I have cookies and cocoa!” he says rather excitedly

Clarke sits in a daze watching as he pours her a full mug and puts some cookies on a plate for her. “I… I beg your pardon your majesty but are… are we supposed to get married?” Clarke had looked after children older than this boy.

The young king looks alarmed “Married! To me? Is that what they told you?” Clarke nods and he slaps his forehead “Of course they told you that. They must have assumed I meant… No” he says “They didn’t …. You aren't marrying me, and you must have been really scared to come here huh?” his eyes go wide in horror “I just offered cookies and cocoa as if everything was fine.” he says, looking rather like a sad puppy.

Clarke hastens to comfort him “No! No! I love cookies and cocoa. How did you know?” and shoves one in her mouth cheeks puffing out comically . Aden laughs a bit, and Clarke feels twelve times lighter. She swallows her cookie and asks, face growing somber “Your majesty, if I'm not marrying you, why am I here?”

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Clarke is pale and more scared than she has ever been in her life. Aden was so happy to tell her she was engaged to the leader of his military, that she couldn't choke out that that was a much much worse prospect than marrying a twelve (“and three quarters”he protested) year old king. The Commander was ruthless and vicious. This was known throughout the world. And now Clarke was headed toward the bedchambers of a savage beast. Aden had sent her off cheerfully not noticing how stricken she looked, and she couldn't bring herself to tell him how much she really really didn't want this. Clarke wishes they hadn't taken away her drawing of Lexa. She needed it

The handmaid's lead her further and further up the tower on weak legs until they stand before a wooden carved door. They leave her there disappearing back down the staircase. She could run Clarke thinks they would catch her but maybe they would be so angry they'd kill her instead. No. she isn't ready to die. So she raises one trembling hand and knocks.

A voice from inside calls faintly “Come in”

She pushes open the door slowly and nearly collapses.

“I...I’m sorry for all the red tape, but I said I would never leave you and I meant it. And Aden was excited to meet you, and I should have told you about all this and our rise to the throne and my family and becoming the commander and- and well… I just- please say something.” Lexa babbles to a stunned Clarke, green eyes hopeful.

There she is. Standing there in a thin black nightdress looking so so beautiful with more scars and muscles ( and oh god is that a tattoo??) than when she left but still Lexa . So it shouldn't have been a shock when Clarke lets out a sob and dashes across the room to tackle her onto the bed hands and lips everywhere ripping at the dress to get to skin and upon finding it pulling her as close as humanly possible. Clarke kisses every bit of precious skin she can reach finally landing on her lips and staying there until they can’t breathe. She scrambles to grab handfuls of her best friend, of Lexa. The green eyed girl tries to speak but can’t seem to find her breath as Clarke cups her jaw and drops open mouthed kisses on her throat. They both ignore the tears streaming down their cheeks.

Soon Clarke ditches the robe and slippers and shoves Lexa under the covers pushing them as close as they were when squeezed into Clarke’s twin bed as children. Clarke’s head on Lexa’s chest, Lexas arms wrapped around her shoulders and hips. “So.” Lexa begins, “You aren't angry?”

Clarke picks up her head to look Lexa in the eye “Oh I’m furious with you” she said satisfied at Lexa’s wince “We will be talking about this extensively in the morning but for now let’s just sleep. I’m tired, you made me ride in a carriage for a week , Lexa.”

Lexa chuckles “You must realize why that was necessary, my love…”

“Shhhhh, sleep Lexa. You can explain yourself to me when I’ve had at least twelve hours in bed with you”

“Clarke you can’t possibly sleep that long.”

“Who said anything about sleep?” Clarke smirks into the commanders chest.

Lexa drops a final kiss to Clarke’s temple and they both drift off smiling.

#clexa #clexa au #clexa fanfiction #clexa fanfic #clexa fanfic au #clexa royalty au #clexa arranged marriage au #clexa fic #clexa ao3

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jayenator565 · 7 years ago

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Clexacon Day 2

Did someone say Cluxa?

One Day at a Time panel and then Bisexual Representation in media. I had to leave odaat a bit early to make it to the bisexual rep but I'm glad I got to see both.

Missed the wayhaught panel as part of my shift volunteering but I did get to make it to the last half of Black Lightning. Nafessa is so gracious and so proud to give us the rep we need. You know you can really tell from how she talks about it that she genuinely cares about representing not only a strong black woman but a strong lesbian black woman. She really is such a gem and I will forever be thankful that I got to meet her.

Then it was time for the CLEXA MEETUP. I met up with my gays @khaleesileksa @purplekaos @megpinoe @poalakoala @seasinkarnadine @soldierofthenight and @lannister the doggo.

FINALLY got to meet @sabrinushka in person ;-; and you gave us so many awesone manips. Imma post my clexacon haul later but Sab really is the best.

We covered a good amount in an hour. From fanfic tropes (coffee shop Aus, fake dating aus, This Heart Fossilized and Silent) to fandom memes (decalexas, candles, lexacoon and lion Clarke, clexa pick up lines, incorrect clexa quotes, chip Lexa x Clarke, Fish the dog, Aden and Madi being their kids). We talked about seeing Anya and Lexa interact, Lincoln and Luna all the lost potential really. What we wished we could have seen and what we did get to enjoy.

@soldierofthenight really tried to call me out on my unfinished fics luckily no one there knew who I was xP.

Caught up a wee bit with my roomie from last year @sunspill still as devious as ever. Guys if you ever need someone to help you sell your art at clexacon sunspill is who you need behind you're booth. She's oddly persuasive

Got to finally hang out in the vendor area with the kru (here's that group pic I mentioned from day 1)

Actually met and talked to blindwire and KL freaking Morgan. Anyone on clexa haven knows how much I screeeeee when into the Shallows or (my) Destruction Within your Mouth or THE RED KING AWAKENS updates. Ok but now imagine that in real life. Me and @soldierofthenight were actual messes. Like legitimately we were fangirling.

No one can tell KL and blindwire about how much of a mess we were on the inside Ok? Ok. Glad we sorted that. I was as cool as a cucumber.

Then we had dinner well got a but lost on the way to dinner too but it was a great evening with all the kru previously mentioned as well as @gumshoegeek @gillytweed and @reshopambassador

Had to say bye to tweedster that night ;-; and was WAY too tired to even try Ascencion even with a free ticket but I think Day 2 may have been my favorite despite the craziness. I got to spend even a smol amount of time with everyone that day and honestly that's the main reason why I went.

#clexacon2018 #clexacon #clexa #got a wee bit sappy at the end there #i actually really miss everyone so much

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aggressivelyaverage21 · 3 years ago

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Green Eyed Warrior - Chapter 6

Clarke walked back to her apartment with a silly smile on her face the entire time. She was so content with how her day had gone she actually allowed herself to take a nap rather than study material she knew she already had on lock. She hadn't napped that hard or that solidly in a long time. Her body really needed it, apparently. Not wanting to be clingy already after only getting coffee Clarke takes a deep breath and pulls out her phone.

Clarke

Hey, I hope everything is ok

feel free to call me later if you

want to talk

Lexa

Thank you.

I'll keep you posted but

I would love to talk. I hope

your day is going well and

that you got some rest.

The remaining few hours to "evening" seemed to drag as Clarke waited for a phone call from her new favorite person. Octavia had left to either go to work or go to her boyfriend's, probably the latter. Nothing sounded good on TV or any of the several streaming services the two roommates subscribed to (or at the very least had stolen logins to). There wasn't anything on social media she was too interested in. Really the only thing Clarke wanted to do was talk to Lexa. She wanted to be there. Let her vent. Try her best to comfort the brunette. Clarke wasn't super sure why she had such a deep desire to do anything she possibly could for Lexa, but it felt right.

Clarke was in the middle of cooking when her phone started buzzing against the counter. Her hands just so happened to be covered in chicken goop. "Shit." She steps quickly to her sink, tripping a little bit over the rug in the kitchen as she rushes to the sink. She hits the water faucet with her elbow and washes her hands a fast as she can, but her phone stops buzzing as she finally gets the soap suds from her hands. "Take a deep breath. Call her back. It's not a big deal." She actually makes herself take several before pressing the return call button.

"Hello. This is Capt. Woods, how may I help you, Sir or Ma'am?"

Oh my gosh, is that how she answers the phone? Wait, was it Lexa who just called me? Was she expecting another call? Fuck. "Lexa, hi. Sorry I missed your call just now." Clarke makes herself answer after quickly confirming her most recent missed call was indeed from the soldier. Little did she know across town, Lexa was flushed red from embarrassment after overthinking how to answer the rapidly returned phone call from what can only now be described as her crush.

"Oh, it's not a problem." Clarke can almost hear the bashfulness in her voice. "I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time?"

"Not at all." Clarke tucks the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she continues preparing the chicken to throw on the grill. "I'm just cooking dinner and had to rinse my hands."

"Oh, I can call later if that would be better? I didn't mean to interrupt."

"You didn't, Lexa." Clarke smiles, hoping the brunette can feel through the phone how genuinely happy she is just to get to talk to her. "Actually," no, Clarke, don't do it. It's too early. "have you eaten yet? I was cooking for my roommate and me, but she just told me she is staying with her boyfriend, so I have more than enough food..." Please, please, please. Say no.

"I wish I could, that sounds fantastic, but I am taking Tris to the airport in about an hour." Clarke feels her heart drop a little with disappointment. "I really would have loved that. Next time. I promise."

Don't be so selfish. Something's really wrong. "How is she doing? Is everything ok?" She can't help but kick herself a little bit. Clearly, everything was not ok. What a stupid question to ask. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Thank you for asking. Tris is - she's not doing well." Lexa pauses on the other end, taking a moment to collect herself. Clarke really isn't at all surprised to hear that. It seemed like the young basketball player was taking the injury on its own, and now there's something added. All Clarke wishes for right now is that she was there with Lexa to comfort her in person. She really did care so much about this player. "Her mother has battled Leukemia for years now. She was in remission."

"-Oh." Sneaks out of Clarke's mouth without her consent at Lexa's use of the past tense yet again. "That's, that's a lot of bad news for two days." No wonder Lexa rushed out of their date earlier this morning. She could only imagine how upset Tris must have been on the other line.

"It is. Apparently, she had a recurrence a couple of weeks ago, and Tris never said anything because she "didn't want to be a distraction to the team," which is absurd. I wish she would have told me. She was supposed to have a biopsy of something this morning. The doctors thought some of it had metastasized. Tris got a call from her grandma, though. Her mom didn't make it." Clarke never liked when people said someone had passed or any of that other poetic crap. People died. Just died. Their hearts stopped beating. Their lungs stopped breathing. Their brain stopped thinking. And they died. That’s it. There wasn’t really anything poetic about it at all.

"Lexa, I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Me too. She's such a good kid. I don't know how she's going to handle all this at once. Not having basketball to help deal with it is going to be really hard on her. I know she's tough, but she shouldn't have to be. I should be better at this... I mean, I've gone through enough loss..."

"Hey, don't beat yourself up. It is different for everyone. You're going to be there for her, just like you said. I know I haven't known you long, but I know absolutely anything you do for her is going to help. I think you are better with her than you give yourself credit for." Clarke reflects on the part of their conversation this morning about Lexa wishing she was a better support system or role model for Tris. She still felt guilty for not letting Tris process the injury the way she might have needed in the exam room. "I'm here if you need to talk through things as well, or if Tris needs someone else too. It sucks, but I'm in the club too." The dead parent club.

"I really appreciate that, Clarke. Thank you so much. I'm sorry I can't share dinner with you tonight."

"It's ok, Lexa. I swear. What you're doing is important. Drive safe, ok? And give her my best. We'll get her knee taken care of when she gets back."

"Thank you, Clarke. Have a good night."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'd very much like that."

"Me too. Bye Lexa. Hang in there."

"I will." And with that, the brunette hangs up.

Lexa felt gutted for Tris. She was honestly a little worried about sending her home without the support of the team. From what Tris had shared, her home life hadn't been the most stable even outside of her mother's cancer, and the young woman wasn't in any kind of a state to really be able to handle much else. They had talked for a few hours in the gym. Tris had looked at her with such pleading eyes, "Woody, I don't know what to do. We had talked a little bit about it, but I don't even know if she made arrangements. She was getting better-" Tris choked back a sob.

She slung an arm over her point guard's shoulders and pulled her into her side. "I know, kid." Lexa had to take several moments before she finally opened up to her about her own experience of losing a parent around that age. She let the quiet sit. They could both could use it as Lexa let her mind drift...

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Lexa is 17 again and slowly getting out of the cart provided by the airport. She sucks in a breath, trying to pull her shoulders as far back as she could to approach what she knew to be her father's casket across the small stretch of what she thought at the time was the runway. Only later did Anya correct her that it was called "the ramp." The box with an American flag pulled tight across the top looked so small next to the massive aircraft, but somehow Lexa felt like it was going to swallow her whole. Dressed in black dress pants and a black button-down, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, Lexa slowly approached the group surrounding her father. The Marine escorts around the casket parted solemnly for the young girl. If she had the courage to meet any of their eyes, she would have found sympathy. She couldn't tear her eyes from the bright red and white stripes. It was pulling her in, so much so that she didn't even realize she was slowly extending her hand toward where her father lay just below. She pauses, taking a deep breath, as she tries to conceal how much her handshakes when she finally lets her fingertips graze the nylon, how she longed to be wrapped in her father’s arms, to bury her nose in the hollow of his shoulder and be warmed by his embrace. Just to see his face, his bold green eyes, his sharp jaw, and slightly crooked nose from where she had broken it with a misplaced throw. His kind smile and the proud tilt of his head. How could all that just be gone?

It was too much.

Stepping back, she lets the body bearers carry him to the transport vehicle, getting out of the way so they can do their job. She didn't want to make a show of her grief for the passengers of this flight. She always liked Marines. Her dad did, too, as a greenside doc. Anya liked them so much she had ended up choosing them instead of the Navy.

Anya.

Lexa really wished she was here right now. The orphan had no idea what she was doing. She didn't know what she needed to do. Who she needed to talk to. Lexa didn't know anything at all about how to do this, and her big sister wouldn’t get back for another day. Leaving Lexa, 17-year-old Lexa, to go to the funeral home and attorney and the yard and somehow make sure the arrangements went how her dad had set up. Apparently, according to her "Uncle," Bob LCDR Woods made sure everything would be as easy as possible for her if something were to happen after he lost his wife. Lexa wanted to be thankful for the forethought, but all it did was make her so angry she could puke. He planned on leaving her - how could he do that. She needed Anya. And the next best thing, Gus and Nyko, wouldn’t be there for another 3 days either. It was just her on her own, and she had to be strong. She had to be. No matter how broken or how angry she wanted to feel, she had to be an adult. She had to be a Woods. She had to take care of business.

She did. Lexa knew she did. She made sure of it. She would not embarrass her father's memory by doing anything but. However, her resolve crumbled when the tall-slender dirty blonde, still somehow in her worn out flight suit, walked into the chapel where Lexa was waiting to meet with her father’s chosen Chaplain. The small brunette walked painfully slowly down the long center aisle to the older woman whose arms were opening slowly as the space between them closed. Lexa wanted to sprint to her older sister, but again, she needed to be better. Lexa’s arms wrapped around the woman’s neck and buried her head in her sister's shoulder, hiding from the world a moment as Anya’s head touch down into her shoulder as well.

For the moment she would be there for Lexa, they would deal with it all. Together. But Anya knew her comfort would come more appropriately from her husband once he arrived. She would not burden Lexa, not that the small girl felt it was one but knew she was dealing with enough. Anya was the adult after all, and these responsibilities had fallen on her "Little Lexa's" broadening shoulders because she couldn’t be there. She had no idea how they had gotten her E-Leave so quickly. She had just gotten finished with a sortie when her CO approached her, looking as upset as ever. Apparently, he and the LCDR had been classmates...

Still wrapped together in the middle of the massive Naval Academy Chappel, Lexa didn’t allow herself to cry. Anya hadn’t yet either. It wouldn’t help anything. The older sisters had the emotional maturity Lexa didn't, though, and knew when the twins got there and she could be with her husband the walls would crumble, and they would be there for one another. They had all lost friends before - parents - had been to more of these funerals than Anya would have hoped possible, but that didn’t make this any easier. David Woods had been her dad after her own had died, a mentor, and a friend. He had walked her down the aisle on her wedding day and signed with her for her first car. He never had to do any of that.

Two days later, the twins arrived just in time for the ceremony. Lexa had been swept away by Nyko, who tried to coach her through some of the more difficult emotions she was wrestling with while he let his brother comfort his wife. They could see how much their girls were struggling as they approached them down that same long aisle. Lexa looked years older than when they left for their deployment, and Anya was very clearly trying to hide from Lexa how hard she was taking it. The four of them had been through enough together by now to know. The night before, the three older "siblings" had a conversation once Anya finally got Lexa asleep about making this the easiest on her. She wasn't old enough for this shit. It wasn't fair.

Lexa could hardly remember the actual funeral. She knew it was packed, current mids, her father’s friends and classmates, people he had served with. The reception was a good time. He had wanted it to be a party. There was lots of beer; no one cared that Lexa had a few. The food and laughter should have been comforting, but it was suffocating the young woman. Despite it all, Lexa stood there and shook hands and smiled, saying thank yous and listening to stories of her father. Some she had heard a thousand times, some she had never heard at all.

An older man, lots of ribbons pinned below the same wings of gold Anya wore, walked up to her, Uncle Bob. Anya and the twins were greeting people as well, so he knew he could get the last of the Woods out of there. She had the same tells as her father, and she needed a break. “Come on, kid, let's go for a walk. You look like you could use some air.” Anya shoots her a look - you good ? - yeah - go - ok. “Yes, sir.” Lexa hardly listened while he escorts her out of Dhalgren Hall. “You know what my favorite part of his place was? The chapel dome at night.” When t he two walk into Bancroft, no one says anything. They go to a room where her Uncle moved a medicine cabinet to find a secret compartment with an old whiskey bottle. The mid who belonged to the room looks wide-eyed at the O-4, who tells him not to tell with nothing but a finger to the lips and a promise to get him a challenge coin. "That was your father’s idea. He was the best of us.”

“No offense, but I don’t want to talk about him right now..." Looking back, Lexa really wished she hadn't cut her Uncle off. It wasn't, but 5 years later, they lost him too.

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The 100 S4 Finale Recap & Review 413 "Praimfaya" #The100

Episode Grade: 10

One clan shares the bunker as Praimfaya approaches. They are probably trying to think about anything in the world besides the hundreds of people locked outside. They are probably equally grateful for the bunker's soundproofing as its security, in these final hours while their own exiles may be screaming and pleading for help, for readmittance to the promised land, such as it is.

Octavia is on the radio, saying goodbye to her brother, trying to believe it's not the last time they'll ever speak. She confides in him that she's afraid of so much right now, including the role she's taken on as leader of all these people. He lifts her up with his love and devotion, as ever, but the signal is lost and the moment cut short.

Indra comes to her with a gift: the Commander's symbol, as worn by Lexa. Indra will be the family and the mentor Octavia needs to pull this off (no doubt assisted by Kane, who's earned his place at Indra's side in the leadership council). Octavia steps into the atrium to address her people. We will rise, she tells them.

It's a quiet, beautiful opening to the season finale, giving us a last look into the new ark after we invested so much in building it. But that story is going to carry on without us for now; some of our heroes are still fighting for their lives on Becca's island.

Raven breaks down the 90-minute mission impossible scenario, then assigns tasks to everyone. Monty and Murphy are dispatched to scavenge the CO2 scrubber from the old bunker--Monty because he has the skills to extract the tech safely, Murphy because he used to live in that bunker. They make an awkward team-up at first, and Murphy's blithe attempt at joking about it doesn't help. Things go from bad to worse when Murphy falls back on sarcastic defensiveness, insulting Jasper's memory.

It's clear that Murphy's not trying to be a dick, he just doesn't know how else to be with the old crew. He instantly recognizes his error and wants to bring the mission back on track. They reach the bunker and start working.

Monty determines that the fine motor skills required of him are impossible while he's wearing his radiation suit. No doubt is earning Murphy's respect for all time, Monty takes his gloves off and works through the blinding pain, aware that he's exposing his hands to a potentially lethal amount of radiation.

They get the tech separated from the building and start heading back. Murphy, in both an attempt to keep Monty's mind off the pain and a genuine outreach, starts asking about Harper. He's clearly trying to convey to Monty that he's not the villain Monty remembers, and it's all because he's found, love. Guys, this is the scene when I fell in love with John Murphy once and for all. I've been leaning in that general direction for a while, but now, I'm in.

Monty collapses from the pain, and Murphy struggles with the choice of what to do next. He can try to carry Monty or the CO2 scrubber, but he can't get both. He takes the scrubber.

Meanwhile, Raven's mission impossible is going off the rails as she discovers that two of the space shuttle's critical systems are inoperable. Life support isn't mission-critical for them, technically, because their suits will provide just enough oxygen to get them to the ring (if all goes well), but the communications are down, and there's no way to open the docking bay without comms.

Raven is spiraling, admitting that she doesn't believe in herself anymore. After having the ALIE boost to her brain, she feels inferior, like she's just not smart enough without that enhancement. Bellamy gently reminds her that she saved all their lives a dozen times over, long before anyone ever heard of ALIE.

Bellamy's support and belief in others make all the difference, yet again. He gives Raven the strength to focus and come up with a workaround. They need to reach the satellite tower and use it to signal the ring. Time is running short, though.

On the way to the satellite, they find Murphy, struggling to carry the device back alone. He breathlessly explains that Monty collapsed, and Bellamy joins him for the rescue mission. This leaves Clarke all alone on her satellite operation. They barely get a goodbye...but then, it was never supposed to be goodbye.

Monty regains consciousness and realizes what happened. He lets Murphy know that choosing the tech over him was the right call, and it's a beautiful moment. These two are going to be friends, and no two people need that more.

Clarke reaches the satellite with a heartsick glance at the clock; she needs this task to be easy and to work on the first try, or she won't have a chance at making it back before launch.

Of course, the satellite isn't cooperative in the slightest. She realizes she's going to have to climb the damn thing and make her adjustments up at the top level. With a heartbroken look back in the direction of the lab where her friends are going to launch without her, she says in Trigedasleng, "My fight is over." She begins to climb the tower.

In the lab, they're down to the final launch prep, and Echo is nowhere to be found. Bellamy finds her in the upstairs office, preparing to commit suicide. He very reasonably asks what the hell, considering all she's done to get this shot at surviving, and how close they are to getting out.

She doesn't feel she deserves to survive, though. All she's done to get this shot...that's the problem. She's done terrible things, and he knows it more than anyone. But that's why he's the only person who could talk her down right now. He really does know her darkest truths, and he has plenty of reason to want her dead. But the story of The 100 has always been survival, and Bellamy tells her that now. "You're strong. Our chances are better with you." It really is that simple, in the world of this show. Will you help us survive or hurt our chances?

They get moving again. The launch is imminent. Bellamy starts to realize that Clarke isn't going to make it back. Raven reminds him that Clarke would tell him to get in the damn ship and go without her. He knows that, and he does it, though it kills him.

Emori realizes what's happening and says, "Can't we give her another minute?" And the truth is, no, they can't. The death wave is almost upon them, and once it hits, their remaining systems will be fried. This is the only shot. They launch.

Clarke is still climbing the tower as she watches her friends take off. She knows they're on a short and deadly trip if she can't get this job done. She stands atop the tower and pulls the satellite into a variety of configurations until finally, the signal connects. The console goes dead, but she's done all she can; she hurries back down and runs for the lab. By the time she reaches it, just barely evading the blast of Praimfaya, she's covered in sores. Abby's vision has come to pass after all, but like most stories with a mysterious psychic element, it didn't mean what she thought.

Up in space, Raven is getting her spacewalk, waiting for Clarke's signal to activate the ring so she can access the docking bay controls. It's tight, but she gets it done, and the crew gets inside. Their oxygen is critically low, but there's nothing to breathe on the station yet; they need to hook up the device they brought along. Again, it's a tense scene, but they get it done. Time to settle in for five years in space.

A chyron appears on the screen to let us know that six years and seven days have passed....

Clarke is alive and well, looking like she's ready to ride the Fury Road. She's I-am-Legend it up, talking over a radio every day as if she's talking to Bellamy, though no one ever answers. She tells him that the bunker is still lost, buried in rubble, though there's no reason to doubt its inhabitants are still alive.

Suddenly, a ship breaks through the atmosphere, and she leaps up in anticipation. She goes to awaken her companion, a young Nightblood she met sometime since they became the only people left on Earth. The girl, Madi, points out that the approaching ship is larger than Clarke had described.

Madi's right. This is not the shuttle that left Becca's island 2199 days ago. It's a much more forbidding vessel, marked "Eligius Corporation," "Prison transport." These are the people we heard about once before, presumably...it was said that Nightblood was created to keep prison laborers alive in space as they were shipped off in cryosleep to do hard labor offworld. So we might not even be talking about the descendants of the prisoners, these are very likely the original prisoners, returning to a devastated planet with the intention of ruling it.

Of course, we'll have to wait until 2018 to see what happens next, but man oh man, I am so glad we will definitely see what happens next! Thanks for another amazing season of The 100!

(I hope people don't lose their minds too hard next year when we almost certainly see Bellamy and Echo have been a couple for a long time. Those shipper fans are intense!)

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Commander’s Decree (pt.4)

Shrewsbury. The Next Morning. (An older, stocky man walks through the town. He is unhurried in his pace and takes time to wave and return greetings to those who bid him a good morning. The man stops and leans against a support post of a tavern. As the man turns we can see that he is none other than Lord Sheridan, the man responsible for recruiting Robin of Locksley into the King's army. As if battling with himself about something he merely stands a moment watching the people pass him by.) Vaisey: (Approaching on horseback:) "Go on, you know you want to." Sheridan: (Looking up at the former sheriff, scoffs:) "What do you want?" Vaisey: "Oh, just dropping by to see an old friend. How are you, Sheridan?" Sheridan: "Me? (Bitterly:) Fabulous, couldn't be better. How else should a soldier my age be feeling?" Vaisey: "Hmm. Indeed. To be honest my man you have looked better." Sheridan: "You came all the way from Nottingham to tell me that?" Vaisey: "No, far from it. I've come to offer you a job." Sheridan: (Laughs:) "A job? Why, haven't you heard? I already have one of those. I hold the esteemed title of 'Keeper of the crown' (With derision:) What more could a man possibly want?" Vaisey: (Leaning forward:) "Why don't you let me buy you a drink and we'll see what we can come up with, hm?"

The Forest, Somewhere Between Nottingham and Powis. (Marian paces up and down, looking at the barely smouldering campfire where Gisborne spent the night.) Robin: “I’m sorry, Marian. If anyone could’ve convinced him to do the right thing, it would’ve been you.” Marian: “I just can’t believe he left, where would he go?” Allan: “Well not for nothing but, does anyone even know where we are?” Marian: “Other than halfway between Nottingham and Powis?” Allan: “Exactly.” Robin: “Well wherever we are, Indra isn’t going to wait much longer before turning back and coming to get us.” Allan: “Yeah, she’s already upset that we’ve got most of their horses.” Djaq: “Nice of you to suggest they go on without us, though.” Allan: (Smiles:) “Well I figured they’d like a head start.” Will: “Before we catch them up on horseback you mean?” Allan: “Exactly.” Djaq: “You’re just lucky John won the fight last night, or I’d have scalped you myself.” Allan: “All right, all right. (Smiling:) Keep your hair on.” Much: “Well, we can’t stand around here all day. I say we go now.”

(Robin turns to look at Marian who is still quietly disappointed by Gisborne’s disappearance.) Robin: (Gently:) “Come on, Marian. We have to go catch up with Indra, we don’t want to get lost out here. Forget about Gisborne, he’s not-” Gisborne: (Hidden:) “Coming back?” (Robin and Marian look towards the sound of the voice and see Gisborne climbing the ridge back into camp.) Marian: (Relieved:) “Guy, where have you been? I thought you’d-” Gisborne: “There’s a stream a little further down the ravine. I took the opportunity to freshen up a bit. (He bows, smiling at Marian who returns it with one of her own. Looking to Robin:) No, Hood you’re not getting rid of me that easily. Two people with a common goal… (Glances at Marian.) can accomplish many things. Two people with a common enemy… can accomplish even more. (Gisborne extends his hand. Marian looks warily between the two men as Robin considers Gisborne closely.) I’m going to Powis and then I’m going to help you stop my sister and Prince John.” (Robin takes Gisborne’s arm and grips it.) Robin: (Calmly:) "All while trying to win Marian from me?” Gisborne: (After a moment’s pause:) “I won’t deny it. Marian deserves only the best.” Robin: (Smirks, confident:) “Finally something we agree on.” Will: (From atop his horse:) “Excuse me, gents. (Both men release the handshake and look towards the gang:) But there are more than just the two of you and we’re ready to leave.” Allan: “Yeah last one there’s a rotten egg!” (The gang laugh and nudge their horses into motion.) Marian: (Sighs good naturedly:) “Come on then, boys. (Hooking an arm of each man with her own:) Break’s over.” (She walks them towards the horses as Robin smiles. Gisborne, with furrowed brow, allows himself to be led towards a new sense of purpose and hope.)

Shrewsbury. Tavern. Private Room. (Several empty tankards litter the table in front of Vaisey, none of which belong to him.) Sheridan: (Loudly and drunkenly:) "I gave the King the best years of my life, and do you know what he gave me in return?" Vaisey: (Rolling his eyes:) "We've been over this a few dozen times now." Sheridan: (Continuing:) "Retirement!" (Sheridan stumbles then falls into heavily into his chair.) Vaisey: "Yes, but the question is: what are you prepared to do about it?" Sheridan: "Do? There is nothing that I can do. I am here and the King is thousands of miles away." Vaisey: "Fighting a war that no one wants or understands. Come now, Sheridan, we've known each other for years. We grew up together, trained together. If I allowed myself to have such things I would even consider you my oldest friend. The only difference between us is the men we chose to devote our lives to. You chose Richard and I chose John." Sheridan: (Chuckling:) "Yes, and now they've both cast each of us aside." Vaisey: "Speak for yourself. (As Sheridan continues to laugh:) Whereas Prince John may currently be infatuated with Isabella and what's between her legs, I have been tasked with implementing a new phase in England's future." Sheridan: "This something to do with your dark knights is it?" Vaisey: "Black Knights. And how do you know about them?" Sheridan: (Offhandedly:) "There were rumours." Vaisey: "Hm. Anyway, no this does not involve them. This plan requires much more stealth, much more discretion." Sheridan: "And you came to me for that?!" (Laughs again.) Vaisey: (Stands and grabs Sheridan by the shirt, making him listen:) "I chose you because I believe you are the right man for the job. Not only have you been dismissed by the very man you swore your undying allegiance to but your position has been reduced to nothing more than a glorified jewellery box! You are Lord Sheridan, trainer of the King's knights. You deserve your place alongside the King of England." Sheridan: "Too bloody right I do!" Vaisey: "And you shall have that place once again I swear to you." Sheridan: (Grasping Vaisey's shirt now:) "Tell me how, please, tell me how!" Vaisey: (Smiling malevolently:) "I'm so glad you asked."

Powis Castle. Main Entrance. (The gang have finally arrived at the capitol, Robin and Much leading the way. They are greeted warmly by Clarke as the others make their way up the steps. Lexa enters the room and nods to Robin.) Lexa: "I'm glad you could all make it. (Looking to Clarke:) We've called you here to make things official." Robin: "Make what official?" Clarke: "I've joined the alliance. Nottingham and its people are now the thirteenth clan." Allan: "You what?" Clarke: "It's the first step in achieving peace between our nations." Lexa: "In the King's absence, as Commander of the thirteen clans I have sworn my fealty to the Princess." Robin: "What does that mean for the King?" Clarke: "Upon my Uncle's return I hope to help convince him that this is the best hope to unify his Kingdom." Robin: (To Lexa:) "And you believe you can convince the clans to accept Richard as their King?" Clarke: (Stepping forward:) "It'll be complicated as far as who rules whom. But as I've said, this is just the first step."

Gisborne: (Entering the room:) "There is one other complication. (Clarke bristles at the sight of Gisborne:) As far as I know, the Commander has a treaty with Prince John." Clarke: "What is he doing here?" Marian: (Placatingly:) "It's all right, Guy's with us now." Lexa: "With you? The man who led the attack on my army is with you? (Darkly:) Explain yourselves." Marian: "Commander, Guy fights with us now. He has turned against the Sheriff and Prince John." Lexa: "Just like that?" Robin: (Steps forward:) "Commander I believe Gisborne's motives are genuine. We may not see eye to eye but our endgame is the same. To hinder Prince John's use of the King's power in Richard's absence." Clarke: "Robin, he tried to assassinate the King." Robin: "I know and trust me I have struggled with the idea of working with him myself but, (Looking to Marian:) his help could prove invaluable." Clarke: (To everyone:) "And you all feel the same, you're fine with this?" Much: "It was more than a little strange and things were strained at first but-" Marian: (Finishing for Much:) "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Djaq: "As Robin said, we're all now allied against a common threat." (As Clarke considers this Lexa shakes her head.) Lexa: "It's not that simple, I won't let it be. Guards! (Several warriors appear and surround the gang.) Take that man into custody. Lock him away until further notice." Clarke: (As the warriors start to take Gisborne away:) "Lexa, what are you doing?" Lexa: "Blood must have blood, Clarke. You may have stopped me before but I will have vengeance for my people today." (Lexa turns and walks out of the room as Clarke calls after her.) Marian: (Running over to Clarke:) "Clarke, you have to talk her out of this." Clarke: (Turning to Marian:) "I can't. You shouldn't have brought him here." (With that Clarke follows the Commander out of the room, leaving Robin and the others unsettled by this turn of events.)

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fire-of-the-sun · 8 years ago

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Marcus Kane: Sacrifice

My thoughts on the self-sacrificing nature of Marcus Kane.

I can’t think of a single instance in which Marcus Kane has ever been truly selfish. Even his aloof, colder persona in season 1A was a result of years worth of participating in a merciless system he believed at the time was saving his people. It’s the code from which they’ve operated for generations and it’s tragic to think that in trying to save humanity, he lost his own humanity in the process. It scraped away his soul, piece by piece, punishment by punishment until he’s only a shell of the man he once was. He certainly didn’t carry out the law and perform those acts because it was personally gratifying. There was never a time in which Kane ever looks pleased with himself for what he had to do and he often preceded his actions with the statement that he was "given no choice”. His sorrowful demeanor before, during and after the shock lashing is evidence enough of this. He did it though, because at the end of the day, he wants to safeguard humanity and this is the only way he knew how at the time. A necessary evil for the ‘greater good’...

He clearly maintains a façade of apathy and confidence for others, but underneath it all is a well of feeling he’s been holding at bay for years, which finally spills over after the Culling. When he makes a mistake, miscalculates and hundreds die in vain, his mask crumbles. When the construct of the law that had been his constant guide and companion for years abandoned him, he abandoned it, beginning a journey inward to tear down the walls he erected (perhaps unknowingly) and rediscover who he was and who he truly is underneath the falseness of what he had become. By the end of 2x03, the last vestiges of his old, law-abiding self is truly gone. The law had influenced his decisions one last time, but no more. Things had to change and not just for him, but for all of them and this is the source of Kane’s change as a character, allowing the selfless man at his core to shine through.

SEASON 1:

In 1x11, we see the first clear start to the trend of risking his life to save others. In the chaos after the Ark goes dark, there’s no need to maintain that façade of authority and his true self is exposed. It’s our first true look at the real Kane - one not acting as an authority figure, but just a man wanting to save others regardless of the cost to himself. He stops at nothing to save Wick and any other survivors he can find before proceeding to stay behind to clear away debris to save Jaha and the others who are trapped. His actions inspire the others to stay behind and risk their lives to help as well. Almost immediately after successfully saving Jaha, Sinclair and co. they discover people may be alive in a remote vent and he doesn’t hesitant to volunteer himself to save them - braving the sweltering heat of the cramped space to try and find more survivors, rewarded in his efforts when he finds them and Abby alive and safe.

In 1x13, Kane attempts his first major sacrifice for his people by volunteering to stay behind to die on the Ark to ensure the others make it to Earth. It’s a decision that is foiled by Jaha, who has the same idea and beats him to it, but the intention still counts. If given the opportunity, he easily would have attempted to dissuade Jaha and take his place.

SEASON 2:

At this point on his journey, some part of him feels dying is a way to atone for his sins. Dying to save the people he believes he’s hurt the only way he can think to redeem his soul. I don’t think it’s completely guilt that drives him though. Instead, his natural motivation to help has just been bolstered tenfold by recent failures and the need to redeem himself. It’s a journey he takes for himself of course, and not for the benefit of being seen fondly in the eyes of others from his acts of heroism, but to genuinely help them and find peace with himself. At this point, he also believes he has no one and his death wouldn’t matter or affect anyone either.

Due to this, he continues to risk his life in season 2 as he ventures on a dangerous mission to try and contact the Grounder’s Commander and secure peace for his people, knowing full well what the natives are capable of and he may be walking into a trap. He does it anyway though to give his people a chance for a better future on the ground that isn’t under the constant fear of death. Imprisoned with Jaha in 2x06, they’re given the ultimatum that one must die for there to be a chance for peace and Kane, once again, doesn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself for that opportunity.

He was also willing to stay behind, buried and wounded after the bombing of TonDC, to suffer and potentially die so that Abby can spend her time trying to find and save others instead of him. He doesn’t want to come before anyone else and never sees himself as worthy of being saved. I love that Abby does offer him this though: validation that he deserves to be saved too and that he matters to her. It’s the first real occasion in which anyone has shown genuine concern for him and he looks stunned by her pledge not to abandon him.

SEASON 3:

His entire rebellion against Pike in season 3 was one big sacrifice. He knows the odds are stacked against him and that his efforts will most likely ‘go South’, but he does it anyway. He does it so that someone else doesn’t have to. If he’s going to be caught and executed, then better he die than another. If someone has to get their hands dirty to pull this off, better his hands are sullied than someone else’s.

At the beginning of 3x08, Kane turns down Harper’s idea to shock lash Pike and hand him over to the Grounders as it would be ‘murder’ and ‘treason’. In the end though, that’s the only option Kane has left and is forced to concede to regardless of how he feels about it morally. Pike’s hate-fueled actions were going to destroy everything he, Clarke and others have been striving for since they landed and the safety and security of his people comes before the life of one man who, at every turn, had proven he’s unwilling to change. When his plans do fail and he’s captured, Kane accepts it (knowing it was a likely outcome) and is willing to die publicly in the hopes that it could spark a fire of inspiration in others to continue what he started. He believes in his people to do the right thing when he’s gone.

In the precious few moments Kane and Abby were granted to say goodbye in 3x09, he cuts short so that he can spare the woman he loves any additional amount of pain he can, even though we can assume spending as much time with her before he dies is all he could ever want. He forfeits any underlying desire to touch her, hold her, kiss her, tell her he loves her before he dies, in an attempt to spare her the cruel agony of a loss all too similar to one she’s already suffered. His full dedication to her well-being is on full display here, even though it’s his life that is about to be unfairly cut short.

In what’s perhaps his ultimate sacrifice yet, Kane’s actions in 3x13 were the epitome of selflessness and love. To save Abby’s life, he doesn’t hesitate to give up his own: his freedom, body, mind and soul for her with no hope of being freed. He takes the chip and condemns himself to a fate worse than death so that his love may live, even if it’s only her body that remains and her true self - the beautiful soul he loves - will forever be lost. He literally loves her more than life...

All his great acts of sacrifice definitely leave an impact, even if he is oblivious to it. He continues to blame himself for everything that has gone wrong - regardless of how much influence he actually had on it - and is perpetually plagued by self-doubt and self-loathing, not realizing the things he did accomplish and inspire: those who took part in Kane’s rebellion - Lincoln, Sinclair, Harper, Miller - loyally followed him despite the risks because they believed in him and their cause and would willingly die alongside their leader. Before his tragic death, Lincoln mentions that his own sacrifice is something Kane would do as well - recognizing that aspect in him and knowing that to die saving others is an honorable end. Lexa could see the goodness in his soul - his pure desire for peace that led to the start of their official alliance with the Grounders. Those on the Ark who stayed behind with him to try to save others and honored him when he attempted to sacrifice himself for them. Good can and does come from some of his acts and I hope he gets to see that someday. He did affect people. He did make a difference. His efforts were not all in vain...

SEASON 4+:

At this point on his journey, his sacrificial decisions are not without the weight of added consequence. He’s not alone anymore and his death would now leave a much bigger impact in his wake. He’d be leaving behind Abby - the woman he loves and is finally beginning to develop a much-deserved future with - and the family he’s cultivated with her the delinquents. There are people he loves and who love him but, though he wouldn’t want to leave behind, he’d still continue to fight and die for them if needed. I’d love to see this addressed by his loved ones eventually, showing concern for his well-being and making sure he knows just how much he means to them. I definitely think that, given the nature of this season, that something along these lines will be addressed to some degree.

His actions in life can echo in his potential death. As much as I hate to consider it, if Kane ever did die, there is plenty of foreshadowing for it in the form of his many sacrifices, potentially indicative of a destiny to die saving his people. For him, what better way to die than to save those he loves and to ensure a future for his people he wants so desperately? It would be the most fitting send-off to his character should the situation ever arise. Here’s strongly hoping it doesn’t though. He deserves to survive and carve out a life with those he loves and reap the rewards of their hard work and many sacrifices...

Marcus Kane is one of the most selfless characters I’ve ever had the privilege of witnessing. It’s such a fundamental part of his character and given due spotlight on more occasions than I’ve seen of many others. Kane is a true, selfless hero who works tirelessly to save his people and loved ones no matter the cost to himself and I adore him for his courage, respect, kindness, compassion and fortitude. Even when his efforts fail and go unnoticed, he never stops trying to do the right thing. Marcus Kane is my hero...

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hellokafkiana · 8 years ago

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“Third time this week”

CLEXAWEEK, DAY SIX

FRIENDS TO LOVER

“Third time this week” Clarke commented faking casualty as her best friend with whom she also shared an apartment. “What?” the brunette asked as she was getting ready for her hot date. She was so… excited, Clarke genuinely thought she had never seen her that excited, not even the day she had received the letter of acceptance from the Harvard University course of Law. And this didn’t bother Clarke, not at all, the blonde kept repeating to herself but then her voice came out more obstinate than she had intended to “It’s your third date with her, three days in a row this week.” “Yes,” Lexa replied distracted, without really paying attention to her friend. “And…?” Clarke insisted taking a step closer, clearly upset and annoyed. “You’ve met her” her friend replied adjusting the makeup “She’s amazing.” “Yes, I know, but it was only a moment and…” “What do you want to know, Clarke?” “Nothing, I’m…” she paused lowering her eyes “Happy for you.” “She’s amazing” the brunette started turning in her direction with small eyes “She is… intelligent, brilliant! And so beautiful, I mean have you looked at her? That perfect skin and her eyes… wow…” “You have beautiful eyes, Lex” the blonde pointed out in a moment of excessive honesty, and she bit her lips, cursing that audacity. Sadly for her, the other one barely noticed that “What?” Lexa’s voice asked distractedly. “That looks…awesome” Clarke said with a sad tone, but this time too the brunette barely heard her “I know, right?”

The next day Clarke arrived home exhausted after a long hard day of study and work and all she needed was a night with her person, her best friend, her light. A night with Lexa. Once she entered their living room and noticed Lexa’s keys on the table she felt such a relif, incredibly relif, then she noticed her silhouette, half hidden by the refrigerator.

“I’m so glad you’re home tonight I so need a Netflix marathon with you right now” as she was finishing that sentence she realised that the girl emerging from behind the refrigerator was not Lexa. Definitively not Lexa “Oh, that’s…embarrassing” Clarke continued staring at Costia, who was now standing right before her with a very short shirt covering her body. She knew that shirt, small, white, with small red squares, she used to love that shirt and knew who that shirt belonged to. It was Lexa’s. She had been wearing it that same morning.

And now Costia was wearing it, and that girl was staring at her, clearly embarrassed “I’m sorry Clarke, we thought you had a class study for chemistry” she whispered “We…” “You… yes, I had but plans changed” Clarke excused herself, still staring at Lexa’s… girl, who seemed even more uncomfortable as minutes were passing. Then she spoke, “I totally get it, it’s your place, after all, probably I should leave…” “Don’t.” Clarke stopped her “It’s Lexa’s place as well after all.” “Yes,” the other girl agreed “She’s in her room if you need to…” “And you’re clearly grabbing her some after-sex food” Clarke’s voice came out far more bitter than she had expected to, but before Costia could ever say anything more she left the apartment in a hurry, without an excuse, with some tears unexpectedly and inexplicably falling from her eyes.

Before she knew she was knocking at Raven’s and Anya’s apartment.

“What’s wrong?” Anya asked, worried for her friend’s desperate voice. “Nothing” Clarke replied lowering her eyes “Can I come in?” Without hesitation she let in, then once she was on her couch she started speaking, hesitantly “You…cried, Griffin.” “No.” “You did” she insisted “Why?” “I’m fine, it’s just…” Anya breathed in, guessing that Clarke’s behaviour had anything to do with her sister’s new girlfriend “Does it have anything to do with Lexa’s new hot/super-intelligent/again hot girlfriend?” “No.” “Clarke…” The blonde tried to resist tears and once again she failed “She’s… beautiful. And intelligent, and…perfect for Lexa” she hissed while tears were falling round her “She..” “But… I thought you weren’t into Lexa” “Yeah, I thought that too” Clarke agreed with her “You rejected her” Anya insisted “You…” “I know.” “In high school, she opened her heart to you, and you rejected her” the elder Woods repeated. “I know” Clarke acknowledged “I was with Finn and I… she was my best friend and I…” she paused for some instants before continuing “And know she’s with someone else and it’s too late.” “Do you love her?” Anya asked after a long moment of silence. “She’s happy, now. At last” Clarke replied avoiding that question, but Anya had no intention of letting that go, so she insisted “And you?” “I come from our apartment. Costia was in our kitchen, grabbing some food for…, and she was wearing Lexa’s shirt and only and then…” her voice cracked “It broke my heart.” Anya heard her story and then nodded before speaking again “You should tell her, you know that…” Clarke shook her head in return “She deserves so much better and she’s so happy now…” “And she loves you.” Anya interrupted her “She has always loved you” she insisted, looking for the blonde’s eyes “How do you know? She has moved on now” “Com’on, she’s Lexa.” “And…?” “The way she looks at you. It’s all in her eyes, Griffin. Trust me, I know my sister.” “Do you think so?” Clarke asked, feeling a small hope rising inside her heart. “I’m afraid there is only one way to find out” Anya replied smiling at her, but Clarke shook her again, even more energetically “No. I made my choice, a long time ago and now I have to live with that, but… I guess I’ll move out. I can’t bare the pass a single minute hearing those two laughing together. Can I come here?” “Of course” Anya agreed “Of course you can, Raven will be excited to have you here.”

The next day Clarke reached her apartment and started packing things, but then Lexa arrived unexpectedly early, and she had to explain her her choice to move out. Sadly for her, her friend didn’t seem to buy her version of the story.

“I still don’t understand why you’re doing so such in rush, you’ve never…” “Your sister’s apartment is nearer to the hospital and with the craziness of my shifts…” “I understand really, but…” Lexa said reaching for her arm “I’ll miss you.” “I’m sure Costia will entertain you, while I’m away” the blonde hissed bitterly leaving what it used to be their home. “Clarke!” Lexa cried annoyed and hurt, and the blonde had to stop and turn “I’m sorry, Lex. She’s perfect, you two are perfect. Now I have to go.” “Clarke…” Lexa called her, this time more hurt and desperate “You’re hurt.” “I’m fine” the blonde murmured “Don’t worry.” “Don’t lie to me, Clarke. I know you” the brunette whispered, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” “We’ll always be friends, Costia doesn’t change a thing” Lexa whispered, trying to reassure her. “I know” Clarke replied “I know.” “So what? If know you that, you surely…” “That’s not the problem, ok?” Clarke interrupted her. “It’s not?” Lexa asked genuinely confused “I’m afraid I don’t understand what’s happening…” “The problem…” she started hesitantly “The problem is that I can’t be your friend, not anymore.” “What?” Lexa asked lost “What do you mean? Of course, you can” “I can’t…” Clarke confirmed once again “I don’t want to.” “Clarke… Why?” “It hurts too much” the blonde hissed “It hurts like Hell.” “I don’t understand” Lexa repeated again and Clarke couldn’t help but “Being with you… but not with you… I can’t bare that” “I’m not sure I understand…” “You have,” Clarke said firmly “I’m in love with you, I always have been, and I’m sorry it took me so long to understand that.”

Lexa took a step back and closed her eyes. Clarke knew her, she knew her very well, and she would have bet that Lexa was… angry.

“Lexa…?” “How can you say that to me NOW?” her voice echoed angrily between them. “Lexa…” “I loved you!” the brunette cried in her face “I…” “Loved?” Clarke asked, incapable of truly registering those words “You…” But Lexa did not let her finish that sentence “You were into that Finn and I loved you, you were sleeping around with that pathetic Niylah and I loved you! You wanted to be alone, and I loved you, you needed a friend, and I loved you!” “I’m sorry…” “And now… now I’m with someone amazing, someone that cares about me, someone that values me and….” she paused, holding tears back “And you chose now, NOW to tell me…” “I’m so sorry… so sorry” the blonde repeated once again “So sorry, probably I shouldn’t have done it, but I needed to know how…” “How what?” Lexa cried exasperated “How what, precisely?” “How do you feel?” the blonde said after a short pause. The brunette looked away, fighting the urge to scream at Clarke “Lexa…?” the blonde called her again, and at that moment she met her eyes and whispered the answer to Clarke’s question “I’ve loved you all my life, Clarke. You know I never stopped, you know I love you still.”

Before Lexa knew it, their lips were together, Clarke’s hands holding her closer, her hands finding grip on her shoulder. A moment later Clarke deepened the kiss and Lexa opened her mount to let her in, all those feelings repressed for so many years were emerging, and Lexa separated from Clarke.

“Lexa…?” the blonde asked, “Do you want me to stop?” The brunette waited a second before shaking her head and replying “Never” and hearing that made made Clarke smile gently “I won't.”

#clexaweek2017 #clexaweek #sorry I'm late #day six #friends to lovers #clexa #clarke x lexa #Clarke and Lexa #clarke griffin #commander lexa #lexa kom trikru

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thehollowworldofficial · 6 years ago

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Elise’s Pitch Wars Welcome!

Hello! My name is Elise Longden, and I’m writing this little introduction because I have written a manuscript and I’m planning to submit it to Pitch Wars, the mentoring programme!

Whilst this little blog is where I record my thoughts about my writing, I’ve never really introduced myself - mostly because I believed I would never let anyone see it. However, the Pitch Wars form has room for a website, and I would rather link this blog as opposed to my Twitter (which is inactive) or my Instagram (which is just full of cosplay and dog photos).

To clarify, I have written a book called “The Hollow World”.

Okay so, here’s some stuff about me:

Submission related stuff that potential mentors may be interested in:

In 2017 I won the UK National Flash Fiction Competition run by the University of Chester and was published in an anthology that had also once featured Margaret Atwood (SQUEE!). My piece entitled “Flotsam” can be found here:

http://www.chester.ac.uk/sites/files/chester/Longden%20Elise%20-%20Flotsam%20FINAL.pdf

I got an A* A-Level grade (It’s not to big myself up...just in case anyone not British doesn��t know what that means!!!!) in Creative Writing, and my coursework, which was 70% of my grade, was the first 30,000 words of my Pitch Wars manuscript.

The idea for “The Hollow World” came to me in a Film Studies class at college. After trying /(and failing) to come up for an idea to base a project around, my teacher gave me an exercise to generate some ideas. She took a few traits typical of Hollywood films, and told me to flip them on their head. Thus, “The Hollow World”, or at least a basis for it, was born, and three (ish) years later, I still can’t get it out of my head.

Basically the idea of Ashe came from my bizarre urge to see a tiny little girl violently killing things in a film. I thought I was being super original, but the film Logan beat me to it. I can’t even be mad, because Dafne Keen is so incredible?!

The reason why I’m submitting to Pitch Wars, is because I need help. That’s the bottom line. I have edited my manucript the best I can, but I need someone who can take what I’ve written and look at it from a fresh, and new perspective. I am new to the idea of getting my manucript published (though I have always dreamed I would), and navigating the crazy world of publishing and agents and general make-your-writing-an-actual-book stuff....is scary. And I really, really, need your help. I need someone who is honest who can tell me what needs to be done. I’ve done the best I can, and now I need someone who is better than me.

I draw, so here’s some pictures of the characters from the “The Hollow World”, that may hopefully pique your interest:

ASHE

MAGPIE

NADIA

CASSIDY

SOME FACES

SOME MORE FACES

Whilst these were drawn about a year ago and aren’t my best work, I’m hoping they entice potential mentors, just a ‘lil bit more! :)

Some general stuff about me:

I am a pretty happy and positive person, who loves to work hard. If I have a task or idea inside my head, I will hyperfixate on it until it’s done. For example...this manuscript was unfinished (by about 20,000 words) on the 1st of August. It was my first draft that I hadn’t read through, it was unformatted, it was riddled with errors and inconsistancies, but after meeting the lovely Tomi Adeyemi and talking to her about Pitch Wars, I decided to enter. So I took my jumbled mess, I put my butt into gear, and I spent day after day writing, writing, writing, until I felt happy enought to submit it. I also had to learn what I query letter was, because I am a publishing term noob. My point is, I am willing to push myself, and go all out at 110% percent, if that somehow helps me achieve what I want to achieve.

I am 19 and I live in the UK (specifically near Liverpool).

I cosplay as well! I’ve been Rey, Leia, and a generic Jedi from Star Wars, Margaery Tyrell and Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, Pirate King Elizabeth Swann from Pirates of the Caribbean, and I spend 70% of my time in my 13th Doctor costume.

I love Hamilton, and can rap all of it. I love musicals in general tbh.

I have an unhealthy obsession with Moriarty from Sherlock Holmes.

Have I mentioned that the 13th Doctor is the best thing ever to happen to me?

I have a dinosaur hat that I wear whenever I’m sad, because it’s pretty impossible to be sad with a giant T-Rex on your head. And by “hat” I mean this thing:

Pretty majestic, right?

ANYWAY

I’m ace/aro, which is why my book features no romance.

I love my dog Rocky more than anything. He looks like this:

As well as a mentor who can teach me writer-y things, I’m also looking for a friend, so here’s some stuff I like:

TV Shows:

Merlin (the love of my life, tbh, and it broke my heart), DOCTOR WHO (especially the 13th Doctor, even though she hasn’t aired yet), Hannibal, Orphan Black, Sense 8, iZombie, TOP GEAR (Yes, the car show. I’m obsessed), Game of Thrones, Parks and Recreation, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Jessica Jones/any Netflix Marvel show, the 100 (early seasons because Lexa), RuPauls Drag Race, Queer Eye, Brooklyn 99, Stranger Things, Sherlock, Agent Carter...I’ve watched a lot okay?

Movies:

My ultimate favourite movie of all time is What We Do in the Shadows. Even if you’re not going to choose me as a mentee, then please what this dumb film. I love it. I LOVE IT. It’s dark comedy genius, and a real gem.

Other favourite films are: Wonder Woman, Ghostbusters (2017 version), Ocean’s 8 (will Cate Blanchett adopt me as her ace/aro child?), Marvel Films (particulary Thor: Ragnarok), Star Wars Films, Kingsman Films, John Wick Films, Pirates of the Carribbean Films, Harry Potter Films,Mad Max: Fury Road, Peter Pan Goes Wrong (if you pick me I’ll force you to watch it at some point, sorry), Disney Films (Mulan, Up!, and Hercules are my faves).

Books:

Some that don’t need an explanation: Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, His Dark Materials, Lord of the Rings. Anything by Neil Gaiman, Margaret Atwood, or Stephen King.

My favourite series, and arguably my “Harry Potter” is the Skulduggery Pleasant series by Derek Landy. I’ve met Derek multiple times, and his books are just hilarious, soul-destorying, and MAGIC. I love them.

A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers - Seriously, this Sci-Fi book is one of the most striking books I’ve ever read, mostly because it surprised me with it’s tender story, honest representations of real people, and general WOW-ness. I love it, and its flashbacks heavily influenced my own manuscript. You know when you love a book so much that you wish you could eat it? This is that book for me.

Moriarty by Antony Horowitz. My favourite villain of all time in a book that blew my mind? Yes please.

The Girl in 6E by A.R.Torre. I picked up this book for a quid in the supermarket, and it utterly suprised me. It’s about a sex-worker murder-obsessed cam girl who is asked to act out something on camera that’s a little too disturbing, so she tracks down the man who asked her in order to save a little girl from a vile act. Think Maestra meets The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. It’s not the most sophisticated reading with all of the bizarre sexual stuff, but the wit and exasperation of the main character makes up for it. I love anything that surprises me, and this book was something I'd never seen before.

Anything (memoir or fiction) by Carrie Fisher. As a Star Wars nerd I knew I would love her work, but when I read them I was blown away by how poignant, poetic, and wonderous Carrie Fisher’s writing is. She seems to find the perfect balance between humour and emotion, and reading them was a genuine joy. Each funny sentence makes me laugh out loud, but each serious sentence is heavy, poised, and so amazingly crafted and emotional.

Children of Blood and Bone by Tomi Adeyemi. I was lucky enough to meet Tomi on her UK tour, and I gave her my very long letter and a portfolio of art. I love the book, and I love even more what it stands for, and there’s not much else I can really say.

Other books I loved in no order: The Power by Naomi Alderman, The Cursed Prince by Holly Black, The Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins, the Chaos Walking series by Patrick Ness, the Percy Jackson series by Rick Riordan, Throne of Glass by Sarah J Maas, The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger, the Gone series by Michael Grant, The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, The Martian and Artemis by Andy Weir, Lost Stars by Claudia Gray, Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn, Room by Emma Donoghue, Wicked by Gregory Maguire....and a helluva lot more....

And just so you know, here’s what I look like:

(I’m the human dressed as the 13th Doctor)

Hopefully this gives you an idea about me and my personality! I’m sorry this is so long, I just wanted to make sure I came across in an okay way! If any potential mentors are reading this, thank you for taking the time to!

If you want to read the notes/journal entries I kept on this blog when I was writing and editing my manucript, just search the tag #update!

My Twitter is: https://twitter.com/EliseLongden

My Instagram is: instagram.com/elise.longden/ (here you will find a lot of cosplay and dog pictures, and I��m not sorry)

If you have any questions or anything else you want to know, please feel free to shoot me an ask! Or just say hi!

#pitch wars #personal #elise's pitch wars welcome

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hellokafkiana · 8 years ago

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“Adorable”

CLEXAWEEK, DAY 4

FAKE DATE

Clarke had been acting strangely all day and Lexa could not really understand what she was up to until her best friend asked her something she had never expected to her. Never. That question shocked her so much that she stayed silent for a couple of minutes before finally managing to articulate an answer.

“Let me get this straight” she started hesitantly but her best friend reaction stopped her “What?” she asked nervously “Clarke! Why are you laughing?” she repeated, slightly offended and the other one tried, unsuccessfully, to calm herself “I’m sorry, Lex, truly, but..” she said kindly, with her adorable small smile “But…you never did anything straight your entire life.”

In response to that Lexa raised her eyebrow and cried “Shut up!” and the blonde simply smiled at her whispering “I am adorable, so adorable.”

And she was. Lexa knew she was. She had never met someone like her, she was… remarkable, in every way. And yes, adorable, in every way.

“Yes, you are” she confirmed and then continued “Explain yourself now, Clarke and remember if you need my help you should at least try not to mock me.” Clarke nodded overwhelmed, and after that, she started talking fast “My boss has invited me to this exhibition, it’s something unbelievable, they said Cattelan himself will be there! Do you understand how awesome it is?” and as Lexa started shaking her head she continued “Well he’s… this great artist, his conceptualism is…something… I’m sorry, I’m bothering you enough asking you to accompany me to this show, it’s just…” “Don’t.” Lexa said shaking her head “I like this” “What?” the blonde asked with a shy smile.God, Lexa thought, she really has no idea of the effect she has on people, on me. “Nothing… you” she answered only after a long pause “It’s just that…You’re beautiful when you’re excited.” Lexa said that without thinking and regretted it a moment later. She wasn’t so used to open up about her feeling with Clarke and the way she was looking at her in that moment was not helping. The blonde’s gaze suddenly looked ashamed, and she avoided her eyes “Well, as I told you I’ve been invited to this one-in-a-life-time-event but in these kinds of occasion it’s a non-written rule to have a plus one.” “A date?” “Yes, a date. Miss Noelle told me I should have brought someone and I thought about you.” “Of course you have” Lexa replied looking away, with a trace of bitterness in her tone that Clarke could not well defined, so the blonde spoke again “You’re my best friend, Lexa. Will you do that for me?” “Of course” the brunette replied nodding “Of course”

The exhibition was a complete success. And a complete disaster. Clarke had never seemed happier.

Her classmate's brother, Bellamy, seemed to enjoy that too. The boy’s eyes had looked Clarke in a way that had disturbed Lexa the whole night, and his pathetic voice had been even worse, the way he tried to joke with her, to gain her attention… Lexa had never seen anything more irritating her entire life. At a point, Clarke had enough of that and took her friend out to discuss the matter

“What’s the Hell is wrong with you?” Clarke shouted out at her best friend, still not understanding what had possessed her best friend that night “I’m perfectly fine!” the brunette replied, faking indifference “Just fine…” “NO, YOU’RE NOT! CLEARLY. YOU’VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A BABY ALL ALONG” Clarke’s anger only managed to infuriate Lexa more “He was a jerk! An asshole.” “He did nothing wrong!” Clarke exclaimed, defending him and at that moment Lexa completely lost her mind “He had been hitting on you! The whole night! His eyes were always…” “And so what?” Clarke stopped her suddenly “It was just innocent flirting! It meant nothing and why do you even care?” “There was nothing innocent about them, and it meant something! It meant something to me!” Lexa let those words escape her mouth in a moment of anger, but this time she didn’t regret that. It was about time to reveal Clarke the truth about her feelings. She had waited far too long already and the only idea that someone like Bellamy Blake could have had her… it was unbearable. “What do you mean?” Clarke asked speechless “Why?” This is the moment, Lexa thought. Now or never, so she took a deep breath before saying the following words “Because… I DON’T WANT TO BE YOUR FAKE DATE! I WANT IT TO BE REAL” “What?” the blonde asked, seriously confused “What…?” Lexa smirked in her direction, feeling a strange tension rising in her stomach “Oh don’t give me that face Griffin, you had always known that” “No, Lex, no…” Clarke said shaking her head “I had no idea.” “Listen…” the brunette said interrupting her “The fact is that… I… you know how I feel about you.” “No, I don’t! You never said anything, how could I have known? How…” Clarke said, genuinely, insecure, genuinely confused “If I had known…” she started “I would have…” “What?” “Lex…”

In that moment Lexa decided to let words spoke for her and took a step towards her, suddenly feeling awkward, which was somewhat funny considering how much time she had been spending imagining that scene over the years. After that she lifted her hands to her face, cupping it gently in a gentile move and a moment after she leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, a little more than a brush of his lips against each other. It lasted some seconds, or some minutes she was not sure but in that kiss, Clarke felt all the affection, all the caring, all the love that Lexa had for her and that sweetness surprised her, she had been such an idiot.

Lexa, on her side, separated from her shaking, some tears in her eyes, the fear of being rejected in her eyes, but Clarke’s smile surprised her, and the blonde's following words surprised her even more “Lexa… Would you like to leave?” “What?” Lexa asked confused, and Clarke smiled at her, in that adorable way Lexa loved before continuing “Can I bring you to proper date this time?” “Now?” the brunette asked “Yes,” the blonde replied, taking her hand “Right now.” Lexa nodded at her and some moments after they disappeared into the night.

#clexa #clexakru #clexaweek #clexaweek2017 #clarke x lexa #Clarke and Lexa #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #i'm sorry if it's not too good #still I'm too busy these days #still hope you'll enjoy it

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