#lexa woods x you

[wandanatsbaby]

Hello, could you write a Lexa x Skaikru reader where lexa is protective and possessive of reader. Lot of fluff pls

Protective Lexa

Pairing: Lexa X Reader Warnings: Slight dark Lexa? Protective, possessive, mentions of cutting off an arm (not really). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lexa never really let you do anything by yourself. You were always accompanied by either her or one of her personal guards. Even just walking to your room was a problem. You could not go anywhere without one of them but most of the time you did not care. For some reason it brought you comfort to know that she cared about you so much and you know part of her worries came from her finding costias head.

Although this protectiveness soon turned into possesivness. She would constantly leave hickeys all over you and eventually suggested you getting a tattoo of her name. When in meetings you were to sit on her lap as she held you tightly against her and glared at anyone that looked at you the wrong way. 

Hanging out with your friends would turn into her claiming you all night because she believed Octavia had a thing for you (you didn’t dare mention that you two used to be a thing when you first came to the ground). 

She even threatened to cut off a merchants hand while he was tying a bracelet around your wrist. You had to physically drag her away as she muttered under her breath about how only she was allowed to touch you and that he was holding you a little to tight.

While she could be a little over the top sometimes you enjoyed the softer moments where she would protect you or hold you after a long day.

In one of the clans meeting once a guy from Floukru had said something you didn’t quite understand but you knew it was bad when Lexa motioned for you to stand up. Doing so you stood beside her chair as she walked up to the poor guy. She said some words in Trigedasland and although you couldn’t understand Clarke later explained that Lexa had threatened everyone. 

Or the time were one of the grounders had attempted to flirt with you and kept going despite your numerous attempts at denying him. Lexa had showed up right as he backed you into a corner and quickly interfered. You laid in her arms that night sobbing as she rocked you gently while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Lexa also liked to gift you numerous items whether it be a new sketch book, jewerly, candles (you had so many candles), pens, ink, anything you asked for she would get it. You also had a enormous wardrobe as she liked to buy you lots of silk and lace. She also had created your war paint which resembled hers but slightly different. She did that and your hair every morning and you would return the favor. At night she would remove it all and wash you in the bath gently as she left small kisses on your shoulders and tell you how much she loved you.

Lexa was many things a leader, a warrior, some might even call her a killer. But to you she was your hero, saver, lover, your everything. She was your safe place and you were hers.

[ambii15]

Shattered Reflections - Sneaky Peak!

“Looking for this?”

From his blood covered fingers, Anthony dangled the police radio in front of them, a sinister and psychotic smile stretching across his face. 

“We wouldn’t want anyone to interrupt our little lesson, now would we, Clarke?”

With enough force to make both Lexa and Clarke jolt with fear, Anthony hurled the radio to the floor. The electric components spilled from within, laying across the floor in a tragic mess of lost hope. Anthony slowly stalked closer, shoes crunching over the now empty plastic shell of the radio. 

There was no one coming. 

[tortillamastersblog]

𖣂 Not My Commander - Prologue | Lexa kom Trikru 𖣂

Pairing: Lexa kom Trukru x reader

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, cursing and some steamy scenes

Summary: Sending a hundred underaged prisoners down to Earth to find out if it’s inhabitable again is undoubtedly immoral, so The Council decides to send you down first, rather than float you for your crimes.

If you survive for more than a couple of hours, they can —in good conscience— send down the 100. If you don’t, well, then good riddance.

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How the hell did I get here? I think, as I’m being dragged through the woods half-conscious.

A moment ago I was still in my pod, hurtling through space and now I’m here with a giant gash on my temple from when my head slammed against the control panel upon impact on the ground.

I thought I could take a moment and gather my thoughts once the pod had turned off, but no. The door had been yanked open a couple hours later and I was pulled out by the people who are now dragging me to who knows where.

They’re covered in thick furs and menacing-looking war paint and apart from the short-lived surprise I felt at seeing humans somehow inhabiting Earth, I’m shaking like a leaf now, not knowing what they’re going to do to me.

For all I know they could eat me? I mean, have you seen them?

I scoff internally, watching the forest floor pass by beneath me.

I knew as soon as I was arrested on the Ark that I’d die for my crime of finding out something I shouldn’t have, but I never imagined it would happen like this.

Now that I think about it, this isn’t “mercy”, as Jaha put it. Not at all. . . It’s cruel and I honestly would have rather been floated than be grilled and eaten like a shish kebab.

I don’t know how much time has passed when we finally stop near a stream, but I’m tired beyond belief and my legs are covered in scratches and bruises from being dragged around all day. The sun is about to set, bathing the forest in orange light and if it weren’t for my current situation I would have marveled at the sight.

The Grounders, as I’ve decided to call them, tie up my hands and feet and shove me against the bottom of a tree before setting up a fire and some sleep furs.

I watch longingly as they begin passing around some bread and dry meat, but they don’t even think of sharing with me as they settle down, talking in a foreign language around the fire.

My lips are chapped and my mouth is dry and even though I know they won’t share their food, I’m hoping they’ll share some of their water.

“Excuse me?” I speak up, my voice cracking. “Hello!”

They don’t acknowledge me. They don’t even spare me a glance.

Assholes.

I let myself fall sideways and wiggle toward the stream as best as I can with my hands and feet bound.

My clothes get all dirty and a couple of branches scratch up my face, but I keep pushing until I finally reach the water.

I take a big gulp, shivering at how cold it is before taking another sip, and another, and another.

I drink until I almost feel sick, not having had anything all day. Then, out of nowhere I’m yanked backward.

I look over my shoulder at the Grounder who’s got ahold of my sweatshirt and glare at him. “Hey! What’s your problem? It’s not like I was going to escape! How could I. . .” I whisper that last part dejectedly, but the grounder only grunts and throws me back against the tree.

It makes my back sting and I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent a curse from slipping off my tongue as the grounder gets another rope, wrapping it around my middle and around the tree to keep me kn place.

“What do you even want from me?” I ask, tugging against on restraints.

No reply.

“Where are you taking me?”

Again, nothing.

The Grounder makes sure all my bindings are secure before rejoining the others around the fire.

As frustrating as it is not to get any answers, I’m starting to think that they might not understand what I’m saying. After all, they haven’t spoken anything other than their own language and whenever I ask them something, they just ignore me.

I lean my head back against the tree and close my eyes, trying my best to ignore my aching body.

It’s been a very long day and I feel myself falling asleep to the sound of the Grounders’ chatter and the crackling of the fire.

What is this place? I look around with wide eyes taking in my surroundings.

We’re in a bustling city which has a huge tower right in the middle of it.

The tower looks like a remnant of the old world, falling apart but still intact, while the buildings around it seem to be fairly new. They’re small and look primitive being made out of wood and metal scraps, but they’re sturdy nonetheless and function as a multitude of things. I’m pretty sure we’ve already passed a forgery, a food stand, a butcher shop and a couple of stalls that sell clothes.

Impressive. . .

After a restless night of sleep, the Grounder that tied me to the tree cut me loose at dawn and pulled me to my feet. Then, they wordlessly dragged me through the woods again until we got here.

We’re pushing through the crowd of people gathered in the streets who eye us curiously, and if the direction we’re going in is anything to go by, I’m guessing we’re headed for the tower.

Why? I don’t know, but it seems like they don’t want to kill me just yet. Otherwise they would have done it the moment they found me.

Unlike yesterday, the sky today is covered by low, dark clouds. The wind has also picked up, carrying a metallic smell with it which I’m thinking might be the smell I’ve read about in books that’s associated with rain.

I’ve always wanted to know what rain is like, what it looks and sounds like, and what it feels like on the skin, but now I’ll probably be dead before any of that happens.

What if they throw me off the tower in some sort of ritualistic sacrifice?

My heart drops at the thought, but I’m too hungry and weak to dig my heels into the ground to stop our advancing.

I haven’t had anything to eat since being hauled out of my cell on the Ark, and the only thing I’ve had to drink was the water I managed to sip from the stream last night before being so rudely interrupted.

We enter the tower, the Grounders holding me nodding at the guards stationed next to the doors, and my eyes widen at the sight of the seemingly working elevator we get on.

We descended, the elevator creaking as it moves slowly before the doors open once again, revealing a dimly lit hallway.

Metal cell doors line each side and before I can protest I’m shoved into one of the cells.

The dirt-covered ground is cold and unrelenting as my knees collide with it and I wince in pain, curling up in one of the corners as the door gets slammed shut.

Great, from one cell to the next.

The Grounders leave, chatting animatedly and I drop my eyes to the metal bracelet on my wrist.

It transmits my vital signs to the Ark and because I’ve been down here for more than a day now I’m sure it has already proven that the Earth is survivable which means the 100 will be prepared to be sent down here as well.

I don’t know how long it will take for them to get here though. A day maybe? Or a week? A month? Several months?

I just don’t know, all I know is that I’m on my own and no one is coming to help me.

There’s no window in the cell, the only light streaming in through the spaces between the metal bars of the door is from the flickering torch in the hallway.

I sigh, shivering slightly, and close my eyes. My legs are pulled up to my chest and I protectively wrap my arms around them, pulling them even closer to my body.

No one is coming to help. . . I’m going to die here.

I must have fallen asleep because I wake up an unknown amount of time later with a start when I’m roughly pulled to my feet by the same Grounder who dragged me through the forest.

“Get up,” he growls and the fact that he speaks English after all stuns me so much that he has to shove me to get us moving.

“Where are we going?” I ask weakly. I’m lightheaded from not eating in so long and my tongue feels like sandpaper.

The Grounder grunts and wraps his hand around my upper arm, his grip so harsh I’m sure it will leave a bruise.

“Hey! I asked you some—“

I cringe when the back of his monstrous hand harshly collides with my cheek, sending a sting through the entire right side of my face.

“The Commander is ready to see you now,” he snarls. He pulls me into the elevator with him and I raise my hand to my throbbing cheek, closing my eyes to will the tears that are threatening to spill away.

Who the hell is The Commander?! And why does he want to see me? Why didn’t they just kill me when they found me. . .

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This is just the beginning of the story, people!!

[butmakeitgayblog]

Can I just say I love how like, into revisiting and analysing this dumb show’s scenes you still are — with the rise in popularity of streaming (I’m sure this has something to do with it, anyway) it’s become more and more commonplace for people to consume a piece of media, enjoy it, get bored of it after a while and never touch it again after moving on to the next new thing. It’s so wholesome and refreshing to see people still be so passionate and always find something new to talk about a show that, for all many of us care, ended 8 years ago. I do move in and out of being obsessed and disinterested with the media I’ve enjoyed, but in a world where I’m constantly seeing people say “oh you’re a fan of [X]? But that’s old :/“ (mostly about something that finished like last year lol) your blog is a breath of fresh air :)

Well thank you 🥹

The thing is, I get it. I get why and how people move on to different fandoms so quickly, and I don't really think poorly of that or anything. It's been almost a decade and it's easy to fall out of love with something after so long. Hell, when you think about it, this fandom has outlived the lifespan of a lot of entire relationships people have had 🥴. People find new things to get excited over and the *gasp* feeling of finding this new /thing/ is always fun. So I do get it.

But for me, it's just not that way. It's not that simple. Not because I think I'm somehow special (maybe a lil deranged 😬), but rather that's just how I operate. Before Clexa the only other ship I ever really cared about was Willara from Buffy which I watched when I was a goddamn teenager lol (RIP to my fellow gays always falling for girls who get shot ✊😔). I just don't get attached much to characters and ships. Usually ai like them in passing, enjoy watching them, and then that's... it. Tibette from the L Word. Wayhaught. Brittana. I like them and I follow them, but there's no real desire to delve deeper beneath the surface.

And then something like Clexa comes around and just absolutely fucks me up. It hits me and connects with me in a way that I just can't shake. Watching the show isn't enough. Thinking about it isn't enough. I have to discuss it and dissect it and fill in the gaps that we didn't see, and read and (now) create more stories for them just to understand everything about them to a deeper degree.

So few characters really elicit that kind of connection, but Clexa do. Even for a lot of the people who have moved on, at one time they felt that connection. Clexa was a fuckin madhouse for years and I think the fact that even still to this day people keep discovering and rediscovering them and falling in love with them all over again speaks volumes about just how wonderful that relationship and those characters actually were.

Especially Lexa.

Now, I love Clarke. I make it known that thiiiisss is a Clarke Griffin apologist's blog. That feral little kitten has never done anything wrong in her life. Ever. Including all of the terrible things she's done, as well as the many, many things that were flat out wrong. She is still innocent. She is only a baby. A murderous, tormented, compassionate, complex babygirl. So never get it twisted that I'm saying Clarke is somehow lesser than, but when push comes to shove when we're talking about baseline complexity, there is no character like Lexa. There's just not.

This woman was definition of doomed by the narrative. A child stolen away to be used as a glorified sacrificial lamb for her people. A toddler wielding a sword made of wood taller than her own tiny body, trained to accept her own life as expendable for the greatest good of her people before even learning her ABCs. She took the throne at 12 bby slaughtering her only companions and made her death mask out of kohl and fallen tears. Every person she ever loved as a mother, father, brother, either died for her, or by her own hand. The only two people she ever dared to be weak for were torn from her in the name of politics and the weight of her own bloodied crown. Under all the regalia she was just Lexa. Heda, always surrounded by her people and yet eternally just a lonely soul. Born here on Earth, raised to eventually die for others, left to rule over the people on the ground as best she knew how.

And yet through the pain, she was strong. So fucking strong it emboldened the warriors around her. She was brave, and lethal, and unyielding in her pursuit of peace. Meeting every push against her forward march to change head on, never flinching in her own brutality along the way. She knew that she was born for this; believed the black of her blood to be every bit as much of a blessing as it was a curse. Even when people doubted her and did their best to end her reign, Lexa always came out swinging.

She loved hard and kicked ass even harder, is what I'm saying. And the fact that they took a character like that and ended her so fucking carelessly? I just... I'm gonna be pissed off about that for a very long time. And until I'm no longer pissed off about that, I'll be here running mouth about it 🥴 probably still trying to make it better by writing her and the love of her life in as many stories as I can, so they can finally get the happy ending that was robbed of them in canon 🫡

[taschamonnii]

Take My Breath Away

Clextober23 Day 3 Annual Fall Festival

Here is the title song: Take My Breath Away (WLW)

SMUT 18+

Just a lil Meet-Cute that gets a little Spicy and ends in…

Clexa X Harlivy 

Clarke is dressed up as Harley Quinn 

Lexa is dressed up as Poison Ivy

(If you haven’t watched Harley Quinn the Animated 2019 Series you MUST! It’s sooo good the gays win in it! Harlivy stan!)

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Word Count: 6,363

It's October Clarke Griffin's favorite month not only because it's her birthday month but because it's Halloween! Clarke has always loved Halloween. Her friends Raven and Octavia know that October is peak Party Griffin season and know she won't turn down a chance to dress up. Luckily there are tons of festivals and parties and clubs to attend. Clarke is full of excitement there is something in the air she just knows this will be a great October and she can’t wait to wear her Harley Quinn costume. She is an artist for the cartoon series and absolutely loves Harlivy and the show really favors them as well. Kaley Cuoco and Lake Bell play Harley and Ivy perfectly and she just loves how much they also love the relationship. She truly loves her job as an artist on the show and for the series-related comics. She has always loved the characters since 1993 when they first interacted on Batman the Animated Series. She loved comic books and animation as a kid and drawing those characters was her favorite thing to do as a kid and now she gets paid to do it.

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Lexa Woods is not a people person in fact she kind of hates most people. She thinks holidays are the worst because they all encourage wasteful consumerism. Her sister Anya, however, loves to party and refuses to let Lexa be a grump at home. The persuasion was difficult but Anya is a pro and told Lexa she could even dress up as one of her favorite nerdy comic book characters. Little did Anya know Lexa would pick a character that is basically just a green version of Lexa’s nerdy self. Lexa chose her career because of Poison Ivy. She got into Environmental Biology solely because of the 1993 animated series. Watching Poison Ivy be brilliant while being this untouchable goddess well it was everything Lexa wanted to be as a kid. Not to mention the Harley Ivy episode which made her realize she was so incredibly gay. Now as an adult, her inner child is happier than ever. There is a GAY animated series dedicated to Harlivy and comic series and she is actually helping the environment the way she always dreamed. Obviously, she had to dress up as Poison Ivy. 

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The Spooktacular Arkadia Festival is always fun but always crowded even on off days. The gang is navigating the crowd with ease though since this is their favorite event they know all the tricks to have the best time and experience everything the festival has to offer. The gang's all dressed up in DC characters to support Clarke's work and because they actually love the show! Raven is dressed as Bane which is no surprise to anyone since she “Loves Sploshions!” Of course, she has adjusted his costume slightly instead of a mask she painted her face. Octavia convinced her boyfriend that they are alternate reality Cat Woman and Bruce Wane/Batman where their races are reversed. Jasper and Monty are the Riddler and Clock King. Murphy is Clayface. Nathan is King Shark. As a group, they look amazingly nerdy and have been receiving compliments all night. Some people even recognized Clarke as an artist for the show and asked for her signature. They have gone through all the haunted houses and played all the games. Ate and drank everything pumpkin flavored and is currently headed for the haunted corn maze since the sun has finally set. 

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The maze is huge and full of creepy surprises around every corner. As the group gets farther into the dark maze the sounds of the festival become distanced and muted. The eerie sound of the wind through the corn stalks and distant screams surround the group. The calm before the storm.

“BOOM!” 

A loud crash of metal trash cans falling in their path has the groups scrambling and running from the “monsters”. It’s all fun and games until Raven sets off a smoke bomb making it impossible to see. The group gets separated as they cough and attempt to escape the chaos. Raven ends up with Octavia and Lincoln while Monty, Jasper, Nathan, and Murphy flee back the way they came in leaving Clarke alone in the dark maze. She doesn’t scare easily but it's definitely not as fun alone. She curses Raven under her breath; she should have known to check the Latina’s pockets before leaving Octavia’s house. 

Clarke decides she will outsmart all of the scare traps and sneak around rustling the corn to scare other groups. She is lurking around when she sees a woman standing alone looking down at her phone.

Bright red hair is illuminated by the blue light of her phone screen. Clarke can’t help but soak in every detail of the woman in front of her. Well as best as she can in the dim lighting. Green tights with elaborate vines stitched up the sides making long legs seem like they go on forever. Black Doc Marines give the woman some height making her taller than Clarke by just the right amount that Clarke's thoughts drift to how perfectly her head could rest on the woman's shoulder. She shakes her head trying not to lose herself but it has just been forever since she’s felt any kind of way about anyone let alone a stranger, a beautiful stranger. The black jacket the woman wears hugs her thin but toned frame perfectly and Clarke doesn’t miss the tiny details of stitched green stripes. This woman is perfectly dressed as her Ivy. Clarke can’t help herself and takes a few steps forward, the hay on the ground crunching beneath her makes the other woman fully turn to face her. 

Wow is all Clarke can think of as she takes in the jawline of the woman and her delicate features. Her eyes she thinks may be a gray color but it’s too dark to tell. All Clarke knows is this woman is absolutely stunning and she can’t stop staring. Luckily it seems the woman is also awe-struck by Clarke.

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Lexa is shocked and stunned beyond belief. When she heard footsteps she had been hoping it was Anya. Never in her life was she so grateful that it wasn’t her sister. It took her maybe a second to recognize the woman in front of her. Lexa thought she must be dreaming. There was no way Clarke Griffin, one of her favorite illustrators, was standing in front of her in the middle of a corn maze. Not only standing there but staring at Lexa like she was a work of art or something. All while dressed up as her favorite version of Harley Quinn. The red and black Converse and knee-high socks. The incredibly short black and red shorts hugged thick muscular thighs. The cropped tight red and black top presented ample cleavage in the most incredible way. Her makeup was done with the classic blue eyeshadow on one lid and pink on the other to match the dyed ends of her pigtails one pink and one blue. She looked incredible. It truly didn’t help that Lexa already had a deep appreciation for Clarke Griffin the artist and Harley Quinn the character. The combination in front of her was everything and if she wanted to believe in love at first sight this would be it for her. 

Somehow Lexa seemed to pull herself out of her head and use her words. Unfortunately, her words were just as embarrassing as her staring. “Wow, you’re Clarke Griffin! You’re even prettier in real life-oh my god-not that you are not pretty in photos and videos! Not in a creepy way, I'm a fan of your art! Oh my god LEXA shut up!” 

Lexa managed to stop rambling for a second just long enough for an amused Clarke to smile at her. “Lexa, was it?”

Lexa nodded. Clarke smiled wider “Lexa, take a deep breath you are as red as your hair.”

Lexa nodded once more and gave Clarke a shy smile that made it hard for Clarke to focus on anything other than the other woman's plump lips. Lexa took a deep breath and decided to attempt to salvage the situation. “I’m sorry. Gawd I just talked at you. I am so sorry.”

Clarke smirked “I thought it was kind of cute, actually. The costume suits your body and your personality it seems.”

Lexa could feel the heat rise on her cheeks all the way to her ears. DID CLARKE GRIFFIN JUST FLIRT WITH HER! Pull it together!

Lexa bit her bottom lip as she let her gaze travel Clarke’s body down and then back up to meet intense blue eyes. “Your costume seems to fit you perfectly as well.”

Clarke tilted her head with a grin. “Is Poison Ivy flirtin’ with lil old me, Harley Quinn?”

Clarke teased trying her best to mimic the character's voice. Lexa swallowed hard this woman might be the death of her. Lexa took a step closer now standing toe to toe. Only a few inches between them “Maybe I am.” Lexa Husked. 

Clarke’s knees buckled but before she could trip Lexa reached out grabbing both her hands in hers.

Something was in the air, a sort of magical feeling like this was destiny or fate that they just happened to meet here and now like this. There was a magnetic pull between them that they could both feel. There was no denying the attraction it was written all over their faces. It filled the air around them with an eclectic buzz. 

Clarke leaned up and Lexa leaned down. Their lips brushed with a tingling spark in a soft kiss. Lexa moved her hands to wrap around Clarke’s waist to pull her flush against her as she sucked on Clarke’s bottom lip lightly. Clarke tangled her hands in thick red hair as she matched Lexa’s lips and melted into their bodies being flush against each other. 

The feel of Lexa's warm soft hands caressing the skin of her lower back made her dizzy. Clarke forgot where they were and that this woman was basically a stranger. But this felt too right to care. Clarke licked at Lexa’s bottom lip and Lexa met her with her own tongue making Clarke let out a soft hum of a moan. She tugged harder on red hair. She needed more of this woman. 

They both needed so much more. 

"BOOM!"

They both jumped at the sound and looked around while holding each other. Lights flashed in the row over and screams followed. 

The moment seemed to bring them back to reality. "We should probably get out of this maze," Lexa said.

Clarke nodded in agreement "I lost my friends because my idiot best friend set off a smoke bomb."

"That was your friend? I lost my sister because of the smoke."

"Yeah, Raven is really into explosions. She's actually dressed as Bane and my friends are all dressed as DC characters."

"That is amazing! I'd love to meet them. I'm a huge fan of the show. I've loved Harley and Ivy since I was a kid."

"They will love your costume. Me too, was it the 1993 animated series for you too?" 

"Of course! It was so gay without being gay!" Lexa said happily. 

"Ugh, I know right? I'm so happy Harlivy is a real thing now!" 

“Right it has taken ages of teasing the couple for it to actually fully happen and your show does it so well! For once the problem in the queer relationship isn’t homophobia it’s that they are both troubled and complex characters. I love the way they are not perfect but constantly strive to be the best versions of themselves for the other and how much love they have for each other. I’m sorry I’m rambling. I just love the show, and your art is incredible!”

Clarke couldn’t contain her smile, the conversation was light and natural and she honestly didn’t want to stop talking to this woman. Lexa seemed to feel the same if her excitement for the conversation was any indication. 

Fuck Lexa was adorable when she rambled and it took everything in Clarke not to pull at the collar of the woman's jacket and crash their lips together once more. “Don’t apologize. I love seeing people love the show as much as I do. Plus, you are really cute when you ramble.”

The blush that crept up Lexa’s neck was priceless. Clarke really couldn’t help herself now. She grabbed the collar of Lexa’s jacket and quickly pulled her down into a kiss. Their lips fit so damn perfectly. Clarke didn't let it last; she couldn't start something here. "Let's get out of here."

Lexa blinked as Clarke straightened her jacket and released it. Lexa was in awe of this woman. She quickly took Clarke’s hand making the blonde glance at their joined hands. Her blue eyes were light when her gaze traveled back to meet Lexa’s. The smiles that took over both of their faces as Clarke squeezed Lexa’s hand and interlaced their fingers could have lit the entire cornfield if this was a cartoon. 

Lexa reached into her pocket for her phone and pulled up Google Maps again. Clarke took Lexa’s phone in her free hand. “This is cheating, Lexa.” She teased. 

“No. Hey! What are you-” Clarke interrupted her “I’m texting myself so I don’t lose you if we get separated.”

Clarke closed Google Maps and observed the background with a smile finding Harlivy art. She recognized the picture, the two characters were lying in some greenery holding hands and lovingly gazing at each other. Lexa could not get any more adorable. She quickly opened the text app and typed in her number and typed a message to herself. She hit send and pulled maps back up then handed the phone back. 

Lexa looked at the map and then around “This way looks fastest.”

“Lead the way, Red.”

Lexa laughed, “This is not my natural color.”

“No! You’re telling me you don’t have fire truck red hair, naturally?”

Lexa bumped her shoulder against Clarke’s laughing lightly as she said, “fuck you.”

“Buy me a drink first.”

“Okay, what are you drinking?” Lexa said, tugging Clarke faster towards the exit of the maze. 

Clarke couldn’t stop her laughter if she tried. They made it out of the maze faster than Clarke thought was possible and wow was it attractive to watch a determined Lexa lead the way. Lexa led them to one of the drink stands and Clarke smiled. “What would you like to drink?” 

“I was joking, Lexa. You don’t have to buy me a drink.”

Lexa smiled dorkily. “I know but I want to even if it’s just a drink and conversation.” 

“You are something else. Seriously, how are you so cute and sexy at the same time?”

“I’m a woman of many talents.”

“I bet you are.” Clarke bit her bottom lip, unable to stop her mind from wandering to naughty places. 

“What can I get you ladies?” The cashier interrupted their silent eye contact.

Lexa broke eye contact first smiling at the guy behind the counter. “Oh hi, um can I get the Pumpkin Spooktacular dark brew, please? And whatever this beautiful woman-” Clarke interrupted Lexa softly, “I’ll have the same thing.”

Lexa smiled at Clarke then looked back at the guy as he asked “Anything else?”

She looked back to Clake who shook her head. “That’s it, thanks.” 

Lexa paid and they got their adorable pumpkin-flavored coffees and found an empty table under one of the trees that was decorated with sparking lights. Lexa is quick to pull out Clarke’s chair and then sit next to her. Clarke can’t handle how Lexa is treating her. It has been far too long since she's even just had a one-night stand let alone been on a date and this feels like a date. No, it felt like more than just a date. It felt like they were already girlfriends and this was just a cute Saturday date night. It all just felt so comfy, familiar, and right. She felt like she could get used to this. She sipped her coffee and sighed at the warmth and tasted happy she got something warm. The cool night air was starting to get to her exposed skin. 

Lexa watched Clarke trying to soak in the comfortable feelings of ease the blonde gave her. She honestly felt like she must be dreaming. There was no way this was her life. Clarke Griffin is sitting across from her happily sipping on a pumpkin-flavored coffee. Face illuminated by the twinkling lights that seemed to make blue eyes sparkle. She was in awe of the woman before her. 

Clarke held her drink in both hands and had been glancing around but she felt eyes on her and smiled when her gaze met intense green orbs. Wow was all she could think. She had never seen green eyes like Lexa’s before. They are the kind of green that changes hues in different lighting and, gawd the twinkle lights made them shine like the sun on a lake the reflection of lush green trees surrounding the water. Clarke couldn't stop the shiver that ran up her spine. 

“Are you cold?”

Clarke cleared her thoughts as she returned to earth. “Oh, uhm, a little but this is helping. Thank you.”

“It’s colder than I thought it was going to be and I’m wearing more clothes than you here.”

Lexa got up removed her jacket and draped it over Clarke’’s shoulders.

Clarke despite herself sunk into the warmth the jacket offered and the sweet woodsy scent that was so very Lexa. She couldn’t help her smile even as she said. “I can’t take your jacket.”

Lexa could almost melt seeing the beautiful woman melt into her jacket and smile at her. “It looks good on you.”

“Not as good as you.” 

Clarke flushed as Lexa peered down at her from her standing position. She knows the angle gives Lexa a perfect view of her boobs. Lexa doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s staring. Clarke is definitely warm now. 

Lexa forces her gaze back up to meet those mesmerizing blue orbs. “You are so beautiful, Clarke.” 

Clarke is a fairly confident woman who has grown to love her curves and womanly figure but Lexa is all lean fit muscle with delicate yet sharp facial features. Clarke is pretty sure Lexa is the most gorgeous woman she has ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. Hearing Lexa so genuinely compliment her is too much. She grabs the hand that still lingers on her shoulder and pulls lightly. Luckily Lexa gets the hint and leans down to kiss Clarke. It feels far too intimate but also so natural. They keep it short and Lexa returns to her seat. Clarke grabs the chair and scoots Lexa to be tucked in closer to her and leans into the warmth and comfort. They observe the crowd in a comfortable silence watching teenagers scream and laugh. Observing awkward first dates and seeing families smile for pictures. The atmosphere is something out of a Hallmark movie. It’s the cheesy annual Halloween Festival regardless of how cheesy it all is Clarke and Lexa soak up every last bit of it. They have some casual conversation and sip their delicious drinks before a loud group is heard calling their names. Clarke looks around to see her friends wandering about looking for her. Clarke looks back to Lexa “I take it that is your sister walking with her arm over my friend Raven's shoulder.” 

Lexa glances over to the group and smiles “Wow, you weren’t kidding all your friends are dressed as DC characters! They look awesome!”

“I don’t joke about my friends' enthusiasm.” Clarke Laughed. 

“That’s my sister alright, it seems Anya has her sight set on your friend. Wait, that's my cousin Lincoln with the short brunette.”

“Raven looks like a smitten kitten! Damn, how are all the people in your family so attractive?”

Lexa snorts out a laugh that is downright adorable. It makes Clarke want to keep her forever. 

The group hasn’t noticed them yet and Raven keeps yelling both their names. “Should we run and hide or?” Clarke teased.

“You can have me all to yourself later, Clarke.” 

Fucking hell Clarke really loves the way Lexa says her name. Clarke licks and then bites her bottom lips softly. Dropping her voice an octave to whisper huskily, “You promise?”

Lexa swallows the lump in her suddenly dry throat. “If you want. I will follow you anywhere.”

Lexa has never been more confident in her feelings towards another. She thinks maybe she was always meant to find and love this woman. Clarke seems to be feeling something similar with the way she’s visibly swooning. Clarke leans in close to Lexa and softly presses their foreheads together, their lips are almost touching. “Damn, you’re going to be the death of me.” Clarke husked. 

Before Clarke could say or do anything else Lexa closed the space between them softly capturing a top lip right where that adorable beauty mark is. Clarke automatically melted into the kiss sucking lightly on Lexa’s plump bottom lip. Hands tangled into thick red hair. While slender fingers rested on pale thighs. 

To anyone who didn’t know they would assume the two were a long-time couple. Unfortunately, the people who noticed were all too aware that the two were not dating. Raven whistled at them as the rest of the group cheered. The loud group made them part from their kiss but Clarke tugged lightly at the curls on the back of Lexa’s neck. “You better keep your promise.”

Lexa squeezed Clarke’s thigh “I never break a promise.”

The two detangled from each other just in time for the group to get to them. Anya is the first to say something “You ditched me in the maze to make out with a girl?”

“I didn’t ditch you. I lost you in the smoke.” Lexa turned to Raven “Thanks for that by the way, Raven.”

Raven smirked, “I see Clarke has told you about her awesome step-sister/mom!”

“Oh my god Raven shut up you can’t be my step-sister and stepmom!”

“I can’t help the fact your mom is hot Griffin.”

“Oh you have a thing for older women do you?” Anya lifted her brow at Raven. 

“Uh yeah, have you seen yourself!” Raven smirked. 

“Raven cut it out, we haven't even properly met Lexa yet.” Octavia tried.

Raven rolled her eyes at her friend. “Your boyfriend's cousins are going to have to learn how to deal with this madness if they want to be part of the group.” 

Lexa and Lincoln waved to each other silently observing the friends. Octavia rolled her eyes right back “Just because Anya seems to like you doesn’t mean you get to act insane.”

“Oh, you like me, cheekbones?”

“I never said that.”

“But you didn’t not say it either.”

Nathan spoke up “Can we be introduced so we can continue the fun?”

Clarke smiled at Nathan and grabbed Lexa’s hand. She stood up leading Lexa to stand next to her “Everyone this is Lexa!”

Lexa waved “Hi!”

“You know Raven now and your cousin's girlfriend is Octavia.”

Both girls waved at Lexa. “You can call me O. Everyone does.” 

“Nice to finally meet you O. I have heard a lot about you. My cousin is mad about you.”

Clarke pointed at the two guys holding hands, “That's Jasper and Monty.” She pointed to the other two, “That's Nathan and that's Murphy.” 

“It’s nice to meet you all. I love the costumes!”

The group all greeted Lexa with open arms appreciating her costume and nerding out with her about the show and characters. It made Clarke dizzy with what she could only call affection for the woman. She fit in so perfectly! Honestly Lincoln and Anya seemed to fit in as well and something about it all just seemed like it was written in the stars. The whole group seemed to feel it too. 

The night air was crisp, the company was perfect, and the place was everything. The last activity was always the group's favorite. They reserved a private firepit and always got the s'mores package deal. This year they reserved early enough to get a lake-side pit and it was worth every cent. 

The firepit was lit for them by an employee and they gathered around the cozy fire. The light illuminated the shore. Clarke pulled Lexa over to one of the benches and gave her back her jacket. “It looks so much better on you and really completes your outfit.”

“I will only take this back if you let me keep you warm.”

“Oh, that was the plan, Lex.”

Clarke snuggles into Lexa grabbing her arm to drape around her. They shared s’mores and laughs and the best conversations. The group took a bunch of pictures and before they knew it the night was coming to an end. The witching hour had come and it was time to go but Lexa and Clarke didn’t want the night to end here. The group split off into their different cars. No one was surprised to see Anya and Raven leave together and so no one even questioned when Clarke left with Lexa.

The drive to Lexa’s was filled with an electric anticipation in the air. They both felt it. Lexa drove faster than usual but was still careful. Lexa placed a hand lightly on Clarke's thigh. It was too much and not enough for Clarke so she slid her hands around Lexa’s and held it in her lap. It’s comfy, familiar even but more than that it’s electric. 

They arrived at Lexa’s apartment complex and only disconnected long enough for Lexa to get out and walk around to Clarke’s door. She opened it and offered Clarke her hand which Clarke happily took.

They walked close, fingers interlaced and locked. The elevator ride up was silent but again so comfortable and normal. Lexa led the way unlocking her door and ushering them both inside. She shut and locked the door behind them, never letting go of Clarke’s hand. Clarke stayed basically attached to Lexa’s side as she took in the spacious open apartment. Lexa squeezed her hand “Well this is basically it. Would you like some water?”

“It’s beautiful. Yes, please.”

Lexa guided them into the open kitchen. She turned to face Clarke fully. She was going to ask her something else but was distracted by those eyes and then by the slightest movement just a few inches lower. She watched helplessly as Clarke licked her lips and then she snapped her gaze back up to meet dilated pupils. Lexa couldn't help but lick her own lips and Clarke noticed right away. 

Clarke is quick to pull Lexa in and kiss those ridiculously soft lips. Her hands tangle into Lexa’s hair and Lexa finds her balance by holding Clarke’s hips. She presses the blonde into the counter of the island and it makes them both groan. Lexa moves her hands lower and hooks them around soft thighs. She lifts the blonde with ease and sets her on the countertop. A sound escapes Clarke that is delicious and Lexa is desperate to hear more. The cool stone under Clarke does nothing to ease the heat surging through her entire body. 

Clarke wraps her legs around Lexa and pulls her flush against her. She pulls strong shoulders to get those lips back on hers. They moan into the kiss as their bodies are tightly fitted together. Lexa’s hands are on silky thighs massaging the firm muscles there. Clarke can’t help but move her hips in a sad attempt to get friction but they are so tightly pressed she can barely move. It fills her with need and she pulls off Lexa’s jacket then her shirt then her bra. Lexa quickly catches up unclasping the tight top that somehow supports Clarke’s ample breasts. She pulls the straps down slowly and moves her kisses to follow as more silky smooth skin gets revealed. Clarke throws her head back in a moan when lips ghost down her neck and collar bones and teeth scrape the soft sensitive skin. “You smell so good, can I taste you?”

“Please!”

“I like that word on your lips.”

“Fuck please, Lexa!”

“Oh, that’s even better. Fuck Clarke say my name again.”

“Lexa!”

Clarke didn’t expect the brunette to be so talkative but fuck if it wasn’t making her so much wetter than she’d ever been before from someone just talking. Lexa trails her tongue down Clarke’s neck stopping at the crook and sucking lightly. “You taste so good.”

“Fuck Lexa!”

“Can I kiss your breasts?”

“Gawd yes!” 

Clarke arches her back pushing her exposed chest out. Lexa kisses down the center and palms both full breasts in her hands. They fit perfectly and feel gloriously heavy in her slender hands. 

She runs her thumbs over stiff nipples making them stiffer. She kisses around each one and then finally wraps her lips around a stiff bud and lightly runs her tongue over it. She pinches the other as she begins to suck and bite the nipple in her mouth. She moans at the taste and Clarke moans at the feeling. Images of that mouth and tongue lower make her clit throb. Lexa is lost devouring Clarke’s beautiful breasts. Until she feels Clarke leaning back. She reluctantly detached herself from Clarke’s chest to look at her worried she did something wrong. “Are you okay?”

Clarke stops and grabs Lexa’s face “More than okay. I just need these off.”

She moved her hands to her shorts. Lexa bit her bottom lip “I need those off too, here lay back.”

Lexa guided Clarke to lie on the cool stone; it made Clarke shiver and that caused her breasts to bounce. Lexa is so thankful for gravity. Green eyes are intense as her gaze rolls down. Lexa hooks her fingers into the waistband of tight shorts and pulls them down. She takes a deep shuddered breath when she discovers nothing underneath but slick wet skin. “Oh wow, Clarke!”

“It’s all because of you.”

“Mmm in that case is it all mine to taste?”

Clarke whimpers at the thought of the deep raspy neediness of Lexa’s voice. “Fuck, Lexa yes.”

Lexa quickly lowers herself and wastes no time. Her lips press against Clarke’s clit and she is instantly addicted to the taste and rushes to get more enthusiastically licking and sucking. She can’t get enough; she explores and makes some of the most vulgar sounds as she fully loses herself in the taste and feel. 

“Fuck! Lexa OH! Slow down. You’re going to make me cum AH!”

Lexa doesn’t ease up, Clarke's words encourage her. 

Lexa hums and then whispers hotly “You taste so good, Clarke.”   

The combination of heated breath and vibrations has Clarke trembling. “Mmm So, Fucking, Good.”

Lexa latches on with more pressure sucking and it sends Clarke barreling over the edge. “IM CU UH AH AH FUCK Oh FUCK LEXA!”

Lexa doesn’t let up as Clarke’s legs tremble forcing Clarke to pull her up by her hair. “Jesus Lexa!”

“I can’t help it, Clarke. I could do that all day. I love your pussy.”

“I love your tongue but fuck I need to feel and taste you too.”

Clarke sits up and wraps her arms around Lexa and Lexa follows along wrapping her arms around Clarke. She picks her up, almost losing her mind at how wet pussy presses against her abs as her legs wrap around her tightly. She takes them to her bedroom. She lays Clarke down but the blonde keeps her locked in her embrace pulling Lexa down on top of her. She flips them over and straddles Lexa’s hips. “You are far too dressed.”

Clarke moves to stand and pulls Lexa’s Leggings off. She licks and bites her lip when her gaze falls to the little green lace that is soaked through. She takes a shaky breath “Ffuuck, Lex.”

She is quick to remove the lace and even quicker to kiss up long smooth legs. “Gawd your legs!” 

Clarke bites and sucks at inner thighs coaxing whimpers from the woman below her. “I love the little sounds you're making. Be louder for me.”

She moved her kisses up and sank into the taste of Lexa. She had never tasted anyone so divine. Lexa moaned louder as Clarke explored. “Fuck! Clarke!”

Clarke hummed against her and repeated the actions that had Lexa unraveling underneath her. She quickly found the right pressure to make long legs tremble and relentlessly repeated it until Lexa arched off the bed “Oh Fuck! Oh MY FuCkInG CLARKE! YES!” 

Clarke couldn’t get enough and Lexa had to tug her up by the hair just like she had done earlier to her. Clarke happily laid over Lexa pressing their bodies together. They both moved in for a kiss and moaned at the combined taste. Their bodies were far from sated; they needed more. More of each other. More of this moment. More. 

Clarke moved her legs to slot with Lexa's. Lexa adjusted and pressed her thigh up between Clarke's legs. She moaned at the feel of just how wet Clarke was. "You like this? Do you feel how wet I am? I'm dripping down your thigh." 

"I love it! Gawd Clarke, it's so hot."

Clarke moved her thigh to press against Lexa and sighed out a shaky breath. "Fuck Lex." 

Clarke held herself up slightly to look down between them. "You're so fucking wet! Can I?"

She adjusted her position and hovered her own pussy just above Lexa's. Lexa looked down and swallowed hard. "Please!"

Lexa grabbed Clarke's hips and pulled her down. They both moaned at the contact. Their hips moved slowly. Slick filthy wet noise filled the room. "Fuck Lexa! Can you cum like this?" 

"I could cum just watching you, Clarke."

Clarke smirked as she pressed into Lexa. "It's my boobs, isn't it? I knew you were a boob girl."

"I mean you have gorgeous breasts but Clarke it's all of you."

Lexa's gaze traveled over every inch of Clarke's body. Green landed on deep blue and they stayed locked. Lexa bucked her hips up slowly. Clarke matched her movements. "It's all of you too, Lexa. Gawd I think you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!"

Their hips bucked harder. "Fuck, Clarke!"

"Yes faster!"

Hips bucked, breasts bounced, skin glistened. It was just enough to have them both unraveling quickly. It wasn't enough. Clarke groaned as she came. Contracting around nothing. "Please Lex, I need more!"

Lexa quickly flipped Clarke over and hovered over her. "What do you need, Clarke?" 

She trailed her fingers down down down. "I need those fingers inside me. I need my fingers inside of you."

Clarke snaked her hand between them and didn't wait for Lexa. Her fingers slid into Lexa with ease. 

"Fuck! Clarke!"

Lexa's arm buckled and she lost her balance. She fell beside Clarke. "Shit sorry! Fuck!"

Clarke let out a soft laugh and moved to lie on her side facing Lexa. "Come here." 

Clarke scooted closer leaning in for a kiss. Lexa happily met her lips. Clarke took Lexa's hand and guided it to her hip and then between them. Lexa bit Clarke's bottom lip and sucked on it as she took control of her hand sliding her fingers through slick folds. She circled Clarke's clit softly and it made her shiver. "Don't tease me please, I need you inside." 

Lexa couldn't help but obey. She pressed her fingertips softly to her tight entrance and could feel Clarke pull her in. "Fuck, Lex!"

Lexa leaned in for another kiss and swallowed Clarke's moans as she curled her fingers and pressed her palm against Clarke's clit. Clarke snaked her own hand between them and slid her fingers into Lexa curling them the same as Lexa's and pressing her palm against her clit. She kept her palm in place and curled her fingers staying mostly inside timing the spongy front wall. Lexa mirrored the movements of Clarke as Clarke captured plump lips once again. The kisses got messier as moans escaped them. Teeth scraped against lips until all they could do was moan against each other's lips hot breath filling the space between them. 

The sound of their movements was porn worthy. They were both so wet so close to cuming. Each press of fingers just made more wet squelches. 

"Fuck Lex I'm gonna cum! Cum with me?"

"Yes fuck yes! Oh Clarke!"

"Ah, Lex! Lex! Yes ah ah!"

Walls contracted and gushes of slick heat spilled over palms and thighs. Finally sated at least for the moment exhaustion settled between them. They lazily kissed slow and sweet. They pressed their foreheads together and sighed contently. “We should rinse off.”

“We should but I can’t move.” Big blue eyes pouted.

Lexa got up and quickly picked up the blonde and carried her to the shower. They rinsed off and languidly kissed. They took turns washing each other softly and did the same as they dried off. Lexa removed the comforter that was soaked and grabbed a clean one. “Do you want a shirt and shorts?”

“No. I need you to feel you. Have you close.”

“Same.”

Lexa helped Clarke into bed and snuggled into her. They both felt the exhaustion settle in their bones tired yawns and slow breaths were lulling them to sleep. 

It was the most blissful sleep either of them had ever experienced. It would become the only way they could sleep. Wrapped up in each other. That’s the thing about soulmates once you find your person everything changes. Fall would have a whole new special place in Clarke’s heart. Another reason to love it. Lexa too. The Spooktacular Arkadia Festival would remain a tradition for them, their children, and their grandchildren. Soulmates in this little life and in so many others. Forever Clexa lives on. <3

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Starless Lovers {6}

Summary: They fell from the sky. We roamed the earth. We were always meant to clash. 

Warnings: The 100 Themes, Angst, Death, Blood, Unrequited Feelings, Slow Burn, Possibly more to come

Pairings: Lexa x Sister!Reader, Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (eventual)

War has always been brewing. With twelve clans, each with different ideals, it was always going to happen. But tensions rise when they come, the people from the sky. We watched from a distance, learning. But then they attacked, and if there's one thing all the clans can agree on,

Blood must have blood.

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“You were gone all day.”

You shrugged, looking over at Lexa.

“Pauna attacked. We had to hide.”

“Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, glancing at Clarke.

“Clarke patched me up. I’ll be fine.”

“Commanders-”

Clarke stepped forward, looking between you and Lexa.

“I need to return to camp. I need to see if Bellamy has radioed in.”

Lexa nodded, looking over at Clarke.

“Very well. You may return to your camp.”

“But I’m coming with.”

Both Clarke and Lexa shot you a look, causing you to shrug as you looked over at Lexa.

“If I have to deal with the delegates again, I’m going to scream. Besides, you heard what the scouts said, tension is high with our people and Skaikru. Seeing me may help calm the tension.”

Lexa sighed, mulling it over before she nodded.

“Fine. But not for long.”

You grinned slightly, nodding.

“Of course.”

You turned towards Clarke, looking over at her.

“If that’s okay with you.”

Clarke slightly made a face before she nodded, looking up at you, smiling softly.

“Of course.”

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“Promise me.”

You turned, watching as Lexa walked towards you, reaching out and grabbing your hands.

“Promise me that you will be safe and that you will return.”

You nodded, squeezing her hands.

“I will always return. You’re my strisis. I can’t leave you behind. I won’t.” (little sister)

She nodded, offering you a small smile.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

You smiled, letting her hands go so you could hug her, Lexa sighing softly as she returned the hug.

“Heda, Riheda.”

You stepped back, seeing one of the villagers leading your horse to you.

“Mochof.” (thank you)

You took the reins from them, climbing up into the saddle. You looked down at Lexa, offering her a small smile.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Lexa looked up at you, offering a small nod.

“Nestam.” (see you soon)

You looked over when Clarke led her horse next to you, nodding at her.

“Ready?”

She nodded, the two of you leading your horses through the village, your people standing on both sides, muttering, bowing their heads as you passed, Clarke glancing at you.

“What are they doing?”

“Showing their respect.”

Clarke nodded, and once you were at the entrance of the village you turned, seeing Lexa still standing where you left her. She nodded once before she turned, walking off. Taking a deep breath you turned back around, seeing Clarke looking at you.

“Okay?”

You nodded, leading your horse forward towards Clarke as two members of your guard fell into place behind you both.

“Let’s go.”

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After joining Clarke’s mother at the meeting point, you all rode back to their camp. You rode next to Clarke, your guards following behind you both.

“Riheda, em hashta wan daun.” (she has stopped)

You lead your horse to a stop, turning around, seeing Clarke’s mother had stopped and was off her horse.

“Clarke.”

She turned, shooting you a look, causing you to nod towards her mother, causing her to glare as she climbed off her horse, handing the lead to your guard.

“Mom, why are we stopping?”

Abby held her canteen towards Clarke, nodding.

“You need to drink too.”

“I’m fine. We’re almost home.”

You watched as Clarke turned, looking up at the two extra guards your sister had sent after you and Clarke.

“Our scouts patrol these woods. Be careful where you shoot.”

“Yes mam.”

Abby watched them walk off before she turned, looking over at Clarke.

“The grounders listen to you.”

“Lexa and Esmeray told them to.”

Abby glanced at you, an unreadable look on her face as Clarke shook her head.

“We shouldn’t have stopped.”

She turned, yelling.

“Mount up!”

Abby reached out, grabbing Clarke’s arm.

“Clarke-”

Clarke huffed, pulling her arm from Abby as she looked at her.

“Mom, I need to get back to that radio to see if Bellamy has made contact.”

“Listen to me, I know you think you don’t need my protection anymore but you do. You have to trust that I know what’s right for us.”

“Let’s go home.”

Your guard handed Clarke back the reins once she’d climbed back onto her horse, your eyes widening when there was a shot, your guard falling over. Clarke looked over at you, her eyes wide.

“Mountain men.”

Clarke kicked the side of her horse, the horse running forward. You did the same, your horse following behind her as Abby fell to her knees, checking on your guard. You heard Indra before you saw her, you and Clarke coming up the small hill.

“Finish it!”

“Octavia, no!”

Octavia looked up, her sword at the man’s neck, her chest heaving.

“He’s from Mount Weather. We need to keep him alive. Check to see if he’s got a patch kit. We’ve got to get him back to camp.”

The man on the ground screamed as Octavia moved him, rocking back and forth.

“It burns! Please! Please!”

Octavia stood up, unfolding a piece of paper, gasping.

“What is that?”

Octavia turned towards Clarke, showing her the picture.

“Clarke, you, Esmeray and Lexa were the targets.”

Indra glared, shaking her head.

“We have to warn the commander.”

You nodded, clenching your jaw as you turned, your guard leading his horse to a stop.

“Riheda?”

“Bak op at stegeda. Fika ai sis fleil raun kefa. Zo yo lok ins nau.” (go back to the village. Tell my sister to be careful. We’re all targets now)

Your guard nodded, kicking the side of his horse, riding back towards the village. Clarke looked over at you, her brows pinched together.

“We have to get back to camp, now.”

“Lead the way.”

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“Lock that down! Close the gate! Move! Move!”

You looked around, eyeing Skaikru’s camp. Some of their people were out, and they stopped to stare at you as you led your horse further into their camp. Climbing down from your horse, one of Indra’s men stepped forward, bowing his head at you as he took the lead to your horse. You looked around as the others rushed to their ship, Indra and Octavia coming to a stop in front of you.

“Riheda.”

You turned, looking down at Octavia.

“They are going to do what they can to help your guard. They’re in medical if you’d like to be there.”

You nodded, causing Octavia to glance at Indra before she turned, walking towards the ship. You followed behind her, Indra falling into step beside you. Once inside their ship, you couldn’t help but look around. You’d never seen anything like it, the few things you’d seen from life before came nowhere near as close to their ship. Your trio came to a stop when Raven came out of a room, her eyes widening slightly when she saw you before she looked over at Octavia when she spoke.

“Anything from my brother?”

“No, not yet.”

Octavia nodded, glancing back at you and Indra. 

“I was taking them to medical, one of their people was shot.”

“I can take them. I need to update Clarke anyway.”

Octavia nodded, turning and walking into the room Raven had walked out of.

“It’s this way.”

Raven turned, walking down the hall, Indra and you sharing a look before you followed after her. Walking into the room, you spotted Abby working on your guard while Ravne walked towards Clarke. You made your way to Abby, Indra following you.

“There was a tear in his suit, but we fixed it in the field. Anything from Bellamy?”

“No.”

“Then why aren’t you at the radio?”

“Octavia just took my place. How about you back off?”

Clarke turned back when the man working on the prisoner went to remove his helmet, stopping him.

“No. Leave it on. It’s the only thing keeping him alive.”

“Well, how can we treat a guy if we can’t touch him?”

“I can rig up some scrubbers in the airlock. Give me twenty minutes.”

Raven turned, running out of the room.

“Damn it. I’m losing him. I need the blood now!”

The man who was working on the prisoner rushed towards Abby, offering her help.

“Okay, come on. Stay with me. Come on. Fight!”

You stepped forward when Matis groaned, a broken sigh escaping him as his head rolled to the side.

“He’s gone.”

You moved, Abby and the man stepping back out of your way as you stopped next to Matis, reaching out and closing his eyes.

“Yu gonplei ste odon.”

Indra clenched her jaw, shaking her head.

“A killer lives while a warrior dies? This is your way?”

You clenched your jaw as you looked down at Matis, Clarke shaking her head as she looked over at Indra.

“I’m sorry, Indra, but he can help us beat Mount Weather.”

“Then let me make him talk.”

Clarke shook her head, sighing softly.

“No. We’re not torturing him.”

Abby nodded, stepping forward as you stepped back from the bed Matis laid on.

“Clarke’s right. He might just talk because we saved his life.”

Indra scoffed, shaking her head as you walked towards the door.

“You people are so weak.”

Indra turned, spotting you at the door, calling out to you.

“Riheda?”

You turned, looking over at Clarke.

“You have one hour Clarke. One hour before I kill him. And no amount of firepower you have will stop me.”

You turned, walking out of the room, Indra following after you.

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“You should not have come here.” 

“Yet here I am.”

“This is not a laughing matter.” 

You glanced at Indra, watching her as she paced back and forth in the tent.

“This place is dangerous.”

“So am I.”

“You cannot withstand their weapons. Even you will fall.”

You shook your head, huffing.

“But not today. And should I fall to the hands of Skaikru, then my spirit will help guide Lexa.”

“You should not have come here.”

“It’s not like I’m staying here. I’ll be returning for the summit. “

“You should’ve stayed.”

She stopped pacing, turning towards you and shooting you a look.

“Why are you here, Riheda?”

You looked up from your knife you were sharpening, looking over at Indra.

“The scouts said tensions were rising with Skaikru. I’m here to put a stop to it.”

Indra shot you a deadpanned look, scoffing as she shook her head.

“If only.”

“Indra-”

You looked over when the flap of the tent opened, Indra unsheathing her sword as she moved to stand between you and the entrance. 

“Uh, sorry, for the intrusion. But I need to speak with Esmeray.”

Indra huffed as she sheathed her sword, stepping to the side. Clarke looked over at you, taking a step forward.

“I’ve heard from Bellamy. He’s going to disable the acid fog with the help of our friend, Raven. And he’s going to find a way to free your people while we come up with a plan to keep them from looking for him.”

“And you have a plan for this?”

Clarke nodded, watching as you continued to sharpen your knife.

“Yes. I want to release the prisoner. Along with a message.”

“You want to release the prisoner?”

“Emerson, and yes, I do.”

“To deliver a message.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Bellamy is inside the enemy. Once they discover the acid fog is down, they’ll start looking to those there with them. He’ll be in danger and we’ll lose our inside man. By sending Emerson back, alive, and with my message, they won’t see what Bellamy’s doing. And it’ll buy us time, which we desperately need.”

You nodded slightly, grabbing the cloth that was next to you, wiping down your knife.

“Your mother will stop you.”

“She can try. But with your help, she won’t be able to.”

You hummed, setting the cloth down, flipping your knife side to side, examining it.

“Riheda?”

With a harsh sigh you stood, pointing your knife at Clarke.

“Let’s go then.”

Clarke’s eyes widened slightly as she nodded, glancing at Indra.

“O-kay then.”

🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘

Walking next to Clarke, you walked down the hall leading to the airlock, Clarke sparing a glance at the guard that reached for his radio.

“Don’t.”

Emerson was leaning against the doors, watching as you both came to a stop.

“Get dressed. You’re coming with us.”

Emerson nodded, turning and pulling his suit on. Once he was dressed, Clarke opened the door, Indra and Sel walking forward, grabbing Emerson. The led Emerson out, Octavia moving behind him as the guards you and Indra brough surrounded them. You and Clarke led the way, no one stopping you as you walked out of the ship. Once you were outside you made your way to the gate, glancing to the side when you saw movement coming towards you.

“Clarke, what are you doing?”

Clarke shook her head as her mother and Kane rushed in front of you.

“Clarke, stop.”

“No.”

Clarke glanced at Abby and Kane as they stopped in front of you, causing you and the others to stop, Skaikru’s guards appearing behind them. 

“I’m letting the prisoner go.”

“Absolutely not.”

“He hasn’t told us anything yet.”

“He doesn’t have to. He’s gonna tell them something.”

Abby scoffed as she shook her head, turning towards the guards.

“Get the prisoner back to the airlock, now.”

“Yes mam.”

When the guards stepped forward, you lifted your hand, balling it into a fist, Indra and the others reaching for their weapons, unsheathing them, waiting for your command as you gave the guard a dry look. Clarke glanced at Abby, shaking her head as the guards standing behind her and Kane lifted their guns.

“You may be the Chancellor, but I’m in charge.”

Abby shook her head, looking over at you, pleading.

“Tell your people to stand down before this gets out of hand. Please.”

“No.”

“People could get hurt.”

Clarke shook her head, taking a small step forward, causing Abby to look back over at her.

“Not if you get out of my way. You need to trust that I know what’s right for us.”

Kane sighed, leaning down towards Abby.

“The grounders trust Clarke.”

He looked back at Clarke, grinning slightly.

“Maybe we should too.”

Abby sighed, turning her head to the side.

“Stand down.”

The guards lowered their weapons, taking a step back. You lowered your hand, causing Indra and the others to lower their weapons. Clarke smirked slightly as she stepped forward, the rest of you following after her.

“Open the gate, now.”

Clarke turned towards Emerson, glaring at him.

“Can you hear me alright? Because I need to make sure you get this.”

“Loud and clear.”

“I have a message for your leader. We’re coming for him. You’re watching us, but you haven’t seen a thing. The grounder army is bigger than you think, and even if you could find it, your acid fog can’t hurt them and now, thanks to you-”

Clarke lifted the reaper stick, cutting it on. 

“Neither can the reapers. So you have one last chance. Let our people go, and we’ll let you live. It’s just that simple.”

“I got it.”

“It’s an eight hour walk back to Mount Weather.”

Clarke grabbed his oxygen regulator, letting some of the air out.

“You’re gonna do it in six.”

Emerson’s eyes widened as he slightly shook his head, huffing.

“Six hours. That’s not enough. How am I supposed to deliver your message?”

“That’s your problem. Now go.”

Emerson turned, Indra’s guards moving to the side to let him through.

One of Indra’s guards grabbed Emerson, pushing him forward. Clarke turned, looking over at you. You nodded once, causing Clarke to nod back as she looked over at Octavia.

“Clarke. Do you want to explain to me how this helps my brother?”

“I just told him we have a secret army to worry about. The more they’re looking at us, the less they’re looking at him. Bellamy is the key to everything, Octavia. If he dies, we die.”

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[lexa-griffins]

This may seem completely random but I just discovered your noble x feral au. And I gotta say, it's everything I ever wanted in an abo fic! Like holy shit, I've had the though for a very long time. Like, hey abo dynamics is actually a really good vehicle to study gender role structure and society hierarchy!

Also, as a bio nerd, I actually believe it's possible that if humans were to possess more.... animalistic traits, the "female" (ie the one giving birth/laying eggs) would for sure be in a position of power socially. I mean you hold the power to prevent "males" from passing their genes. That's like the one and only resource that rules over any and all for organisms that reproduce sexually. Since omegas can't get pregnant outside of knotting, this is basically giving them reproduction agency. This translates to social and gender supremacy over alphas/betas in a civilization. It makes sense! (Sure there are other factors, but let me dream dammit😤).

Anyhow, that got away from me. I was gonna ask a question about whether or not Clarke had been a alpha toy to other omegas before lexa but ended up raving about this au.

I think pre-lexa, if Clarke were to be taken by an omega who wasn't very.... kind, it would add to her back story of why she was feral; why she was slow to trust lexa; and why, even when she has to leave the Woods household, she refuses to be gifted to another noble house. Like sure Clarke's not a big fan of the pound, but it's a known evil. She's not about to risk it even if Lexa vouchs for her putative new owner. Also I love me some angst for Clarke. Like after clexa get closer maybe Clarke can talk about what happened, maybe show some of they physical scars etc etc. And then Lexa's like poor bby, come here lemme make you feel good. Just imagine the softness🥺

I need to stop, this is getting out of hand. Imma stop right here.

I!!!! Love playing with the more traditional dynamics of ABO in historical settings!!!!! And!!! Noble x Feral au is one of my attempts and i just love how people seem to love it 🥰 (I have another one with a similar dynamic, although its more clan focused and has some magical elements, its my Omega Queen Lexa and Alpha pack leader Clarke, i can tag it below :) )

No, yes, yes, exactly! This is why, in a noble setting, mates are vetoed by the omega themselves. While, of course, there are desired non physical and personality attributes like family business, wealth, estate, etc. it is the time for the omega to see if their mate is a person they would like to have children with as this is pretty much what their entire relationship entails. Not to say there might not be love, but an alpha is there to give an omega and their family a new generation of children. That is why there is usually more than one alpha courting the same omega as the one who is rejected can be seen as not favorable, and with enough rejections, it could mean no marriage nor children and somewhat of a burden to their families as any child they might have will always belong to the omega family, not theirs (they could marry a beta, but betas are highly discouraged from it because alphas are "too agressive" and omegas have a better grip on them and it could be dangerous for a beta if an alpha loses control. That being said, omegas and betas are very common, and if a beta is from a noble family, it's even encouraged - Lexa's parents are beta/omega). While outside of higher circles, the omega still has a lot more power socially - they are still expected to have children and not work, but in a light that is much more on the "omegas carry and care for children and should not be expected to have to focus on tasks that of work and house work, that is a alphas duty to provide and care for the omega" - things are more liberal and far less by the books as they are in noble circles.

This to say that Clarke growing up with a higher status because of her parents work so she was seen as a somewhat more proper alpha as noble alphas and such are (due to education and how they are socialized very early on to be good and charming unlike eough and unruly lower class alpha). Clarke soon got tired of that role and started to hang out with deliquents and soon found herself as a criminal and thrown in the pound. She has never been a toy before, although she had been with omegas (and other alphas which isn't to heard off, as well as betas, can you say ✨️bi queen✨️) and there have been instances where Clarke felt pretty used by some omegas that felt very unkind and where Clarke was fairly used like a sex toy, so while omegas are taught to distrust alphas and only accept one that was "raised right", alphas also gain a distrust in omegas because there is some violence towards alphas, for sure.

So, it definitely adds to the trust that takes time to build with Lexa. She knows that noble omegas will often be horrible to their toy alphas, and Lexa seems so... untouchable and cold when she gets her from the pound, and yet she is so very gentle with Clarke, and the thing is that still, Clarke's light at the end of the tunel lasts so little because the moment she falls for Lexa, there is no freedom if its not with Lexa and soon her only choice is to go back to the pound and be put down. And somehow that decision comes about much easier to her now, before she was terrified of death but now, knowing her choice is to die having spent all the time she could with Lexa or live the rest of her life without Lexa.... its easy to pick the first. Death doesnt scare her after that, a lifetime without Lexa does. And all because Lexa showed her that softness - a softness Clarke barely ever knew, a softness Lexa never showed, and yet its so limited in time it feels like if they had just met in another time, if Clarke hadn't turned her back to the way she was raised maybe she could even be considered to be Lexa's mate if her parents managed to be influencial enough, maybe if Lexa had run away like she dreamed of once upon a time with Luna. Maybe..... but maybe didnt happen.

[theiceemperor]

Tag 9 People You Want to Get to Know Better

Thanks a ton for tagging me, @aceoffangirls! :D

Sooo now to the questions!

Three Ships: Three? Just three? Oh jeez, that's gonna be hard. But: definitely Clarke/Lexa from The 100, there girls hold my heart for many personal reasons. Then I'd say Oliver Queen/Slade Wilson from the Arowverse, and lastly Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark from THG.

First-ever ship: Frostiron, meaning Loki/Tony Stark. This ship is actually what got me into fandoms in general, and it's still one of my OTPs. :D

Last song: Prayer in C by Lilly Wood & The Prick. I'm actually listening to it as I write this. :D

Currently reading: Ooof, I have the tendency to read more than one book at the same time, so... yeah. Anyways.

1984 by George Orwell, The Rule of Many by Ashley & Leslie Saunders, and a manga Psycho-Pass: Sinners of the System by Natsuo Sai & Makoto Fukami.

Currently watching: Spy x Family in the long run, though recently I finally watched the second Sonic movie, and I love it as much as I love the first one.

Currently consuming: A pizza bun.

Currently craving: Tacos! Oh, I'd kill for some tacos right now. No matter the fact that it's 7 AM. xD

Tagging: Oh boy I do not have nine people, so I'll just list two. You can and don't have to do it, no pressure! :D

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[ao3feed-the100]

The 100 ascendants

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Usa3xmo

by Ryujinjakka4000

Chancellor jaha decides to inject the 100 with the compound-v serum and send them down to earth to see if it is inhabitable to live on unknown to him there are people already living on earth called grounder's who already have powers and are lead by high cheif presidents lexa woods, and Xi'an coy manh.

Words: 4, Chapters: 1/100, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Ascendants

Fandoms: X-Men (Comicverse), The 100 (TV), Runaways (TV 2017), Jessica Jones (TV), Bakuretsu Tenshi | Burst Angel, Batwoman (TV 2019), Arrow (TV 2012), Supergirl (TV 2015), Spider-Man (Comicverse), Mai-HiME, Avengers (Comics), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), WildC.A.T.S. (Comics), Gen13 (Comics), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (TV 2012), Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Power Rangers Time Force, Power Rangers in Space, Power Rangers Samurai, Power Rangers Megaforce, Kyonyuu Fantasy, Batman and the Outsiders (Comics), Batgirl (Comics), Justice League & Justice League Unlimited (Cartoons), I Know What You Did Last Summer (TV 2021), Scream (TV), The Boys (TV 2019), Catwoman (Comics)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Relationships: Jean Grey/Xi'an Coy Manh, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Emma Duval/Audrey Jensen/Brooke Maddox, Karai/April O'Neil (TMNT)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Usa3xmo

[thespiritoflife]

White Death - part 3

Pairing: Lexa x Fem!reader

Warnings:grammatical errors, kisses?, shorter part

A/N note: Please, let me know, did you like these miniseries??

Translations:

Ai hod yu in. - I love you.

MINISERIES

Many days have passed.  Many nights.  But always in the sunshine, Lexa remembered the White Death.  No,  Y / N.  And not just in the sunshine.  Always.  She always remembered her.

She couldn't stop thinking about her.  She went to her dreams.  Lexa woke up sweaty.  "Why don't you give me a break, Y / N?"  she screamed and cried.  Because she longed for her.  And she knew she would never see her.

No one has seen the White Death since.  It was whispered about her and about the duel.

Lexa gave up completely and tried to stop thinking about her.  She tried to improve her fighting skills.  She preoccupied her head with unnecessary things.  But also necessary.

It happened that night.  Lexa stood on the balcony, wearing only a black dress, drinking wine.  She watched her city contentedly as she noticed the reflection of her white dress.

Surely it just seemed to her.  It couldn't be her.

Suddenly she felt a touch on her shoulder.

She turned.  It was her.  Y / N.  In a white dress, no war makeup on her face.  She looked so innocent and beautiful.

Lexa looked at her in shock.  "What ... what are you doing here?"

Y / N put her finger to her lips.  "Shh. Shh. I'm nobody. Forget who you are and forget who I am. Just focus on us," and she kissed her wordlessly.

Lexa didn't return her kisses in shock, but then she started.  Desire and adrenaline flowed into her veins.

They found themselves on a majestic bed.  They kissed and the clothes fell to the ground.

Y / N found herself naked.  She looked like a goddess.  Lexa sighed.  "You're beautiful,"

Y / N just kissed her and whispered in her lips.  "No words. Just deeds,"

That night, black mixed with white.

When Lexa woke up, she was gone.  Y / N was gone.  She disappeared as fast as she arrived.  Lexa dropped to her knees and began to cry softly.

Lexa knew Y/N was leaving, but why did it have to hurt like that?

Because Y / N broke her rule that night and whispered to her, "Ai hod yu in."

And she wasn't here anymore.

So in the end she was Death. She killed Lexa inside.

[clexmas24]

Day 3 - Last Christmas I gave you my Heart

Second chances, reunions, domestic fluffs...

Did Clarke and Lexa get engaged last Christmas only to break up a few months later, and now they’re both back in the same town, still single? Is Lexa walking around her town only to bump into that beautiful stranger she randomly hooked up with last year but never got her name? Do Clarke and Lexa snuggle in bed, reminiscing about their wedding a year ago?

REMEMBER TO TAG! #Clexmas21 #7DaysofClexa #Day 3 Last Christmas I gave you my Heart

[jordswriteswords]

Hi, miss your writing, 36, 40 combined if you feel up for it.

“I love you so much”

“Will you marry me?”

The television flickered in the low light of the living room, The trashy rom-com providing the only noise.

Lexa currently sat curled around her long-time high school sweetheart while her heart hammered in her chest in anticipation.

“Why did you pick this, Lex?” Clarke asked, immediately yawning after her question. “You’re more of a squid documentary type of person. I don’t think we’ve watched a rom-com since university.”

All Lexa was able to manage was a shrug of one shoulder, hesitant to dislodge Clarke. “Was in the mood.”

Clarke hummed and tucked her head closer to Lexa’s chest, a sleepy sigh releasing from her lips as she did so.

Fireworks sounded on the television, followed by, “I’m so in love with you, Jessica, will you marry me?”

“Bleghhh” Clarke whined at the television, pulling the throw blanket up over her shoulders and pushing herself further into Lexa until she was completely cocooned in her girlfriends arms, head supported by Lexa’s strong chin. “Gross.”

“What’s so gross about that?” Lexa probed, clearing her throat as it cracked nervously. She felt suddenly warm.

Clarke rolled her head to look thoughtfully up at her girlfriend. Sleep was heavy in her eyes, but the intensity in them was still alarming. Lexa swallowed under the scrutiny. Clarke’s eyes lingered across Lexa’s face for a long moment.

“I don’t know,” Clarke murmured. She traced a shape over Lexa’s chest with her finger. “I guess I'd like it if it just comes naturally.”

“What’s not natural about saying you love them and want to marry them?”

Clarke was silent for a long moment. The credits began to roll on the screen. Then, “sometimes it just seems like, when you’re with someone long enough, that you don’t have to make a spectacle of it. You both know what it is you want. Like, you don’t have to ask.”

“What if you’re not sure they’ll say yes?” There was a clear hitch in Lexa’s voice and she broke the intense gaze to look up at the ceiling. She prayed for strength from above.

When she looked back, Clarke closed her eyes and sighed again, tucking her head under Lexa's Chin. “Then you don’t really know them at all. It shouldn’t be a surprise that you want to marry them.”

The sound of Lexa’s throat bobbing was loud in the now quiet room. A quiet, sad, “oh,” slipped from her lips.

Silence fell around them, while Lexa got lost in her thoughts. Her long fingers brushed through Clarke’s blonde hair, anchoring herself to the blonde while simultaneously pulling Clarke closer to sleep.

“Lex?” Clarke mumbled, voice muffled by her face half covered by Lexa’s shirt.

“Yeah?”

A content sigh escaped Clarke’s lips as Lexa grazed behind her ear with her deft hands. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah,” Lexa breathed. Her mind continued to race with anxiety. Did she not know Clarke well enough? Did Clarke not want to marry her?

“I’ve loved you for over fifteen years. I’m going to love you for as long as you let me.”

The smile radiated from Lexa’s mouth and her anxiety slowly dissipated. Maybe asking didn’t matter. Not really. Not if you love each other the way they do.

“I’ll love you that much and a day,” she responded as she always did since they first declared it in high school.

Clarke hummed happily in response.

After another quiet moment, when Lexa was sure Clarke had already fallen asleep, the blonde whispered, “What do you think of a fall wedding?”

[fugglecases]

😩

[hushthots]

Clexmas Day 2: Under the Mistletoe

[clarkexravenx]

The Significance of the “Not Everyone. Not You.” Scene (The 100)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73VaAC8iJns 

(You can watch the scene above ^)

This was the moment.

Lexa tearing up from guilt and being scared to admit her feelings to Clarke because she remembers what happened to her last love, Costia.

Clarke being at a loss of words because ‘oh my god, Lexa cares for her??’.

How oblivious Clarke must have felt when she left the tent, having not realized Lexa’s feelings prior, but at the same time being conflicted because a) she was still heartbroken over Finn and b) Lexa still couldn’t trust her (i.e. “I can’t do that.”).

How scared and confused Lexa must have been after Clarke left, not knowing how she felt in return and if she now hated her or not (again, i.e. “I can’t do that.”).

The deep breath Lexa let out after, which she probably didn’t even realize she was holding due to her nervousness.

And even before that,

The shakiness in Lexa’s voice when she paused before saying “I can’t do that.” knowing it might ruin any chance of them getting together (it could have had the potential to damage their alliance too, though I don’t think Lexa was thinking much of that at the moment).

Clarke saying the things she knew would hit Lexa the hardest (”You felt something for Gustus. You’re still haunted by Costia. You want everyone to think you’re above it all, but I see right through you.”) because they already knew so much about each other and could easily tell what hurts the other the most.

Clarke slowly moving forward with Lexa stepping back, showing that even though Lexa was supposed to be the important, powerful Commander, Clarke  had an intimidating power over her.

The quick camera glance to Lexa’s hands hitting the table she backs up into, adding to the tension and sexual tension of the scene.

Clarke refusing to back down when Lexa spits, “Get. Out.”, reinforcing the idea that Clarke brings out a weakness in Lexa that puts a damper on her power.

The hesitation Lexa gives right before confessing and the softness in her voice when she finally says it.

Both their faces when Clarke realizes what Lexa means - that she cares for her and even has feelings for her. Clarke in disbelief with Lexa blinking back tears, searching Clarke’s face for a response.

That was the moment that set off their relationship.

That made them rethink the things they had been told to believe (feelings make you weak, love is weakness, etc).

That was the moment that changed everything.

[iadmireuwashingline]

‘Ugh, it’s that time of year again’ by @jazzyjazzin

There is no one Clarke gets along with less than Lexa Woods. Normally when it comes to rivals you are not forced to spend every holiday with them, let alone a room with one singular bed. But Lexa Woods and her siblings spend every holiday with Clarke and her family and what's Christmas without a persistent rivalry and constant competition? At least, this holiday seems to be shaping up the same as every year until the Blake's arrive changing Lexa's normal un-bothered attitude to something different and new that Clarke isn't used too.

Will they spend the holiday at each others throats as usual, or will new guests force out new confessions that change the way Clarke and Lexa communicate forever?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21372049/chapters/50909233