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blu3haw4 · 2 months ago

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Happy Clexaweek everyone! Another contribution of mine, because Clexaweek isn't over until we say it's over, a promise to myself from last year Clexaweek 24 the full chapter of this sneak peak of my Modern Arranged Marriage AU

Guess we'll have to work it out. Update

Chapter two. Under the theme Fake Dating. The one where they get to know each other better 😌😈

Lexa walks into her office Monday morning still a little shaken by the conversations she had on at lunch with her dad and none other than Dr. Abigail Griffin. She was mortified the moment she walked into her childhood home and it didn't get much better after they sat down to eat. Dr. Griffin had the decency to not fully expose in which situation she met her, but she did told Gustus that Lexa an her daughter were seeing each other -Lexa didn't correct her, opting to wait for the crazy woman to be gone to have an honest conversation with her father- and that she had recognized her from the pictures in Gustus office. Lexa learned there that her father had legally assisted Dr. Griffin several times in courtrooms along side some of his colleges where greedy patients tried to stain her career. It calmed her only a little bit to know this woman was decent enough be on her dad's good side after those cases.

Abby said that seen her reminded her of her dad and she had called just to catch up and lunch had come up, her true intention were revealed shortly after, when she oh! so happened to remember that there was a gala hosted by her hospital coming up the following weekend. She swore that Clarke had told her how excited she was about it and that she knew her daughter wouldn't gather the nerves to ask Lexa to go with her, despite how much she truly wanted it. Gustus thought it was a great idea and told her how good it could be for her professionally, and that she should take the chance to showcase her name around the big money people that would assist the gala.

Once Abby was finally gone, Lexa got to freak out about the craziness of the woman, she told her father that her and Clarke weren't actually 'seeing' each other, and confessed that they had just hooked up, and how Lexa had been unfortunate enough to meet Dr. Griffin the next morning. Gustus agreed that Abby was a little insane and found a little weird all she had put out to convince them for the gala, ultimately though, he still thought the gala could be a good idea anyways, even if they went as friends or a fake date. He assured her that though unconventional Dr. Griffin always meant well, and continued to sell her the idea of the gala, all the people there and the goal they usually had. By the time she walked out of her childhood home on Sunday night after dinner, she had agreed to let her father organize the whole thing, she would just have to wait to be told a time and place to show up and she would. She had gotten a text from Gustus once she arrived home, saying that Clarke would call her over the week so they could meet up and talk about how to go about the gala.

Overall, though insane, Lexa did end up feeling like this fake date could be good for her, if not for the professional opportunities she could snatch, at the very least she could hook up with Clarke again. The two had hit it off pretty well, they had a lot of chemistry, and though they hadn't really talked much, Lexa had a good feeling about her. In the end, if not a crazy way to arrange a second date, this was solely a business transaction, a partnership to hype each of their names to the people that mattered, just a role to play to clime up the ladder of success.

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"Are you insane?!"

"It will be good for you, honey. Don't act like it's the first time I've picked your date for these events"

"Mom! Don't you realized how different this is?! Are you aware that the shit you pulled is some next level stalkery?! I didn’t even get her number and you went to have lunch with her and her dad?!" Clarke exasperated into the phone, she had gone out to grab lunch and as usual called her mom for their weekly updates.

She was still trying to process the events of Saturday morning and her mother not having an ounce of touch when it came to social manners. Clarke had decided, though still shaken, to let it go and move on, that was until Abby brought up the gala and her recently arranged date.

And all the trouble she went through to make it happen.

"Oh don't be dramatic. I've known Agustus for years, this is no difference to the Desai"

'Gustus' Clarke corrected in her head, because of course she remember such a stupid detail "I had never met Ryker before!" she hissed, because she knew how to pick her battles "I never hooked up with him before you went and planned a dinner with his parents!"

Her mom tasked on her phone and Clarke almost snapped "Look, darling, I have a surgery soon, okay? I have Lexa's number and I think you should call her. You know it's not as simple as just showing up, so maybe arrange a date to get your stories straight" Clarke couldn't believe her mother, she was just handing out instructions as though it was a gift, something for her to be thankful of, for having such a thoughtful mother.

It shouldn't surprise her anymore, but it felt like each time Clarke thought Abby had reach a limit of craziness she just went and outdid herself, as thought it was her mission to prove to Clarke she could be worse and then act as thought every other parent -or person- acted the same.

Clarke took a couple of deep breath trying to come up with a coherent thought that wasn't finding a way to put her mother in a mental hospital and keep her there until she died. At her lack of response Abby spoke again "Sweetie you know the drill, this gala's are just to help you showcase your name with a pretty and successful young adult in your arm. These people have expectations of what success looks like and you know showing up with your friends isn't it"

And of course it was true, most of the millionaires and billionaires that showed up at hospital gala's went there under the disguise of wanting to help, to share their grant of salt for the sake of medicine and people's well being. In reality they were there to inflate their egos even more, to have successful people of all ages kiss their asses to convince them to help their cause. They're expectations were for those people to have their lives figured out, to have a life plan that they could prize themself in supporting with donations, being single didn't fit their parameters.

So of course it was Clarke's braking point; in her own way, her mother was just trying to show her how much she cared. Her entire life she had gone above and beyond to support her; her passions and dreams, she paid for all her education only asking for her happiness in return. Even if often she pulled up crazy things like inviting her one-night-stand to a very elite event, or calling her ex boyfriends to ask why they had dumped her, she always had the best of intentions.

With a sigh, Clarke agreed "Okay. Can you text me her number? I'll call her soon and I'll coach her for Sunday"

∞·∞·∞

"Fuck! Don't stop!"

And for the third time in the past two hours Clarke thanked her past self for agreeing to her mother's crazy idea. Feeling Lexa's walls shudder around three of her fingers, hearing her breath fasten by the minute as her moans grew louder and louder, more desperate each thrust of Clarke hips.

Lexa was face down on the bed, her leg parted so wide that her hips were barely lifted from the bed, Clarke had hand trapped between their bodies, her hips helping her trust deep into Lexa's cunt, as her other hand had come around Lexa's abdomen to teas her clit. Clarke was fully leaning over Lexa's back, nibbling and licking at her shoulders and neck, occasionally sharing a desperate messy kiss before Lexa's moans interrupted them. Lexa had a hand on Clarke's wrist keeping her hand from wandering away form her clit, and her other arm was stretch towards the headboard for where she occasionally held from.

A call on Tuesday afternoon -because she needed a whole day to prepare- lead to a coffee date on Thursday. They rode off the indicial awkwardness and got down to business -no pun intended- Clarke explained to Lexa as best she could all the things they should prepare for and they planned out some fact about a fake relationship should people potentially ask them.

One flirty joke about their hypothetical sex life turned into a round of back and forth about their night together and before they knew it they were making out in the elevator up to Lexa's apartment. Neither cared that it was a weeknight when Clarke unbuttoned her shirt and Lexa helped her out of her bra, they couldn’t be bother about noise complaints when Clarke got down on her knees after backing Lexa to the nearest wall and devoured her as though it was her last meal.

Lexa didn't let her catch her breath before she had her pinned to the couch getting fingered down with a vigor that had Clarke whishing she hadn't left her strap-on at her ex-girlfriends' place, never to bee seen again. They made it to Lexa's room by common agreement that they needed more space and now here they were, making Clarke wish she still had the strap-on for a different reason.

"Clarke! FUCK!"

All she could do was smirk into her shoulder and continue her rhythm, she knew Lexa wanted - needed- more; faster, harder, anything, but she wanted to stretch the moment, Lexa felt to good around her finger, under her, she was so vocal and loud and Clarke loved it. In the end though Clarke was the one who gave up, not realizing how much she craved to hear and feel Lexa come for her, she quicken the pace of her fingers over Lexa's clit as she thrust harder into her, grunting into Lexa's back.

"Cla-rke!" the guttural moan with which Lexa came was everything Clarke whished for and she couldn't help but smile a genuine smile into Lexa's shoulder. Clarke kissed the ink on her spine as she helped her ride down her orgasm; she moved her hand grabbing Lexa's in the way, and made sure to pull out slowly, only after Lexa's breathing was back to normal -or close enough- holding her close, Clarke turned them so she was laying behind Lexa and spooning her.

Lexa sighed, eyes closed, her fingers intertwined with Clarke's, one pair of hands around her middle and the other up against her shoulder, her head resting over Clarke's bicep, her nose hiding in the underside of Clarke's flexed elbow. She felt safe, it was a feeling that should unsettle her given she had met Clarke less than a week ago and this was the second time they were seen each other. She embraced it instead, for once in her life letting her guard down.

They stayed like that for minutes that felt like hours and mere seconds at the same time, until eventually Clarke moved to kiss Lexa shoulder, shaking her out of her almost sleep state. Lexa hummed and leaned back into it prompting Clarke to continue, the blonde smiled into her neck and continued trailing kisses on every inch of available skin. Lexa turned slowly, letting go of Clarke's hand on her shoulder to be able to face her, she waited happily as Clarke continued her lip's journey and finally made it to her lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, not necessarily soft or tender, but it wasn't heated either. They moved in unison to fit better together and continued kissing only stopping to huff a giggle and lick smiles off each other's lips.

"I probably-"

"Noup, you shouldn't" Lexa interrupted when Clarke tried to stop their make out and move away. The brunette moved to straddle her and minutes went by with the two kissing before Clarke seemed to remember her intentions.

"Uhm... actually-" The blonde couldn't help but laugh at Lexa's continuous attempts at shutting her up and distract her "C'mon on, this isn't fair" she sighed breathlessly when the brunette's lips traveled down her neck to graze her nipples.

"Isn't it?" Lexa asked wickedly looking up aware of her advantage.

Sighing Clarke opted to continue talking even if she need she didn't want to stop Lexa "We really should wind up on our fake past- Mmmhm" She bit her moan down as lexa got comfortable on her lap and continued lavishing her breasts "There's a dress code too- fuck- and we should figure if we can match"

With a wet 'pop' Lexa sat up with raised eyebrows "Seriously?"

"This is the reason we met up today"

"Yeah well plans changed. So let's worry about it later" Lexa's tone went from annoyed to flirty in no time and Clarke was a little grateful for having a hard time keeping up.

"The gala is on Sunday. I've seen you once before and we really should learn to look comfortable. I'm also not kidding about the dress code, you need time to find a new dress or suit if there's nothing in your closet that's appropriate"

A little offended -for more than one reason- Lexa frown "Why wouldn't I have something appropriate?"

"For one, because I already have a dress and we can't not match, also... you are aware most of those people are literal billionaires, right? You need to up your standards very high for what would be nice for this event"

"Jeez, would you like to check my closet?" Lexa rolled her eyes.

"Could I?"

"Are you serious?" She asked shocked, she been vey sarcastic, joking at most.

"I mean... It wouldn't hurt, this was a business meeting after all"

"I would expect the business to happened while I'm dressed"

"The flirting and half the pleasure happened while you were clothed so... I don't think that should be your reference" Clarke smirked as her hands rubbed the brunette's hips. Lexa couldn't help but snort with a slightly more humorous eyeroll. "Also... it's getting late and I really should go home before work tomorrow"

"That's not necessary" Lexa tasked flirtingly leaning back down.

"I cannot show up in the same clothes tomorrow" Clarke tried, but Lexa only tasked again

"No one will notice" she mumbled taking a nipple into her mouth.

"I work at a graphic designers office, trust me, they will notice. It'll be the gossip of the month" Clarke let out in one breath coursing and cheering in her head at the same time.

Lexa sighed and sat up again "If we get that over with, can we revisit this before you go?" She asked, moving her hands to roll both of Clarke's nipples between her fingers, making abundantly clear that she didn't want a 'no' for an answer.

"Fuck, yeah. I could agree to that"

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"Get up looser, your lunch break is here" Was the only warning she got before a paper bag was dropped into her desk and the chair she was sitting on got pulled back and turned around "My boss had the audacity to ask for a full report on the case before my work day is over" Anya, her long time best friend and basically sister, growled as she grabbed Lexa's hands to pull her up and push her out of her office.

It was barely ten minutes past noon on Friday and Lexa had been so focused on making sense of her coworkers plans that she forgot Anya was coming for their monthly -and some time more recurrent- lunch get together.

Her night with Clarke had ended spectacularly, after agreeing to get the business part of their encounter over before continuing with the pleasure, they had gotten up and put on baggy t-shirts to avoid distractions. Clarke had retrieved her phone to show Lexa pictures of dresses she's worn for past galas and she also showed her the types of outfits other's showed up in. They looked so expensive, even in the cheap light of a cellphone's camera, that Lexa was sheepish to show Clarke her very much not adequate wardrobe.

In the end, Lexa showed her the few formal dresses she owned and a pair of suits to explain her style, but didn't allow her a view of her entire closet. They agreed that Clarke would send her a picture of the dress she would wear, so that Lexa could go shopping for something to match. Clarke gave her specifics rules of how to pick and stores she should definitely check and those she should absolutely not, she even offered to go with her, even if just to check she wouldn't rent something.

Clarke had the intention of leaving after one more round.

She ended up going home after two in the morning and Lexa couldn't feel too bad about the little sleep they would get before work.

On her way to work Lexa pondered the idea of going shopping alone but given that she hated it, she knew she needed back up.

"So, as result -and thanks to my foreseeing abilities-" Anya continued after grabbing the bag again and guiding Lexa to the elevator "I am only available for ten minutes to have lunch in this building's roof, because I can't afford to eat in longer than ten minutes"

"I'm not sure I'm following" Lexa frowned, hiding a smirk, mostly to piss Anya off.

With a growl and a glare Anya pressed the button to the upper floor "I'll dumb it down for you then; I usually have an hour lunch break, because of my boss' request I shouldn't be able to have single minute, but since I foresaw what he would ask for, I have half the report ready and thus and extra half-hour of free time"

"Oh how smart of you" Lexa mocked as they walked out of the elevator and turned to the stairs up to the roof. The pair of best friends sat down on their usual spot and opened their bags "Chinese?"

"It was the fastest one" Anya shrugged "How's your week? Still trying not to hate your job?"

"It's been a nice week" Lexa dodged "Actually, do you remember the girl I told you about last weekend?"

"The one whose mom showed up?

"Yep. So... I might have skipped the part where she showed up at dad's too-" Lexa gave Anya just a second to choke out her shock before continuing "It was weird, and a lot, but basically her and dad agree that me joining said girl to her mother's hospital gala would be a 'dually beneficial agreement' and dad ended up convincing me of it"

"What?! What in the fuck, Woods?"

"It sounds insane, I know" Lexa paused to remember that Anya didn't have all the facts, so after explaining to her how Dr. Griffin knew Gustus, and answering Anya's questions she continued.

"So she called me on Tuesday, we got coffee yesterday to align the story we'll tell on Sunday and... we may have... revisited out first encounter" She shrugged nonchalantly with a growing smirk.

"You fucked again?" Anya huffed out a laugh before raising her hand for a high-five; because that was the type of relationship they had "Damn Lex. I knew you had it in you, but... damn" She nodded approvingly.

"Well, we did end up agreeing that I need to buy a new outfit for Sunday so...?"

"No"

"Anya-"

"Nooo! Go with her, I hate shopping"

"So do I, that's why we should go together. I promise it won't be traditional shopping. She'll send me her dress and I have a list of stores I can and must-not visit to match it"

There was a pregnant pause as Anya considered her with a glare and Lexa tried to give her best friends the best puppy-eyes. A groan and an eye roll made Lexa grin "Fiiiiine. But you're buying me dinner"

"Deal. I'll even check the online store so we're only there for me to try them on"

"Great, you see, this is why we're friends"

Following on her words Lexa spent all night checking the stores Clarke told her, and then rechecking them once Clarke sent a picture of her in her dress. There might have been a lot of flirting afterwards too, but no one should blame her.

Shopping on Saturday went smoothly, she had agreed with Anya to go as early as the stores allowed to make sure they wouldn't have to encounter many people. The pair of friends were smart enough to wear their best outfits to avoid mistreatment from the classist sellers. True to her word Lexa only tried on the dresses she had already found on their page, she sent pictures of all of them to Clarke who was equal parts sharing her objective opinion and flirting with her, plus she had Anya's unfiltered comments on how much money she would raise with each new inch of skin revealed.

By noon Lexa had bought her dress for an amount she would probably be paying for a year and she let herself be dragged by Anya to buy some sort of matching linger.

"Isn't it, I don't know... too overconfident?" She had asked, suddenly shy

Anya had snorted loudly "Even ignoring the inconvenient events of how you met her mother. You met up in your work-clothes on a weekday to talk fake dating and ended up fucking into two in the morning. You think tomorrow night, with her dress like that, and you showing that much skin isn't going to end up the same? Is simple math, Woods" and so she was convinced.

Still, rolling into Sunday night, Lexa was a wreck of nerves. She had invited her dad to have lunch at her place, scared that somehow Dr. Griffin would show up at her dad's again. Anya was there too and all afternoon was spent with Lexa freaking out about speech protocol and rich old entitled white men who could socially destroy her. Her father and best friend did everything they could to calm her, but by the time they were gone and Clarke was on her way in the limo with her mother and step-father to pick her up, Lexa couldn't remember why she had agreed.

Lexa jumped out of her skin when the bell of her apartment rang, her questioning of how Clarke managed to get in without the doorman calling her first got caught short when she opened the door.

Lexa was star-trucked despite having seen her before in pictures. With her own tiny bag in one hand and the open door in the other, she stood staring, slightly open mouthed in her sparkly deep blue mini-dress, thick straps held her decent cleavage, the fabric tightens around her hips as the design tied at the front and the skit cover half of her thigh, exposing her mile-long legs

The blonde looked stunning, standing by her door in a silky deep blue dress with a hypnotizing cleavage and high waits cut with an asymmetrical skirt that flowed down in the back and stopped right above her knee in the front, it had a beautiful detail of a lingerie trim at the bottom. She wore make up to impress and her hair was up perfectly, she held her tiny bag in front of her looking slightly nervous.

"You look even better in person" Clarke whispered, almost as thought she hadn't intended to say it out loud.

It worked to shake Lexa out of her stupor "I could say the same thing about you"

Clarke bit her lip, a smile trying to make it pass her teeth as she gave Lexa the third once over of the night "I wish we had time for a little fun" She hushed, taking a step closer that made Lexa's breath caught in her throat "But if don't get going like right now there's a huge chance my mother will decide to come looking for us"

Lexa huffed a little laughed paired with a good natured eye-roll "Let's get going then, love" she smirked, and so did Clarke even as she blushed a pretty shade of pink. They had agreed to use pet names as they saw fit and have been trying them out while tesxting.

"Let's go baby" Clarke winked before she grabbed her hand and guided her out.

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The night is a blast, after a little awkward drive to the hotel, a quick stop at the red carpet and quick first introduction, Clarke and Lexa find themselves well into their first round. They play a little game -when they’re not talking to wealthy people- of whispering fire questions about their fake relationships and competing on who gets the most right-answers.

Clarke whispers little reminders to Lexa about etiquette and Lexa asks her names and profession of the people around them.

“You’re well verse in this aren’t you?” Lexa mumbled into her third wine glass.

“I’ve been doing this since it was ten, you’ve gotta learn a few things along the way” Clarke shrugged, giving her a look that would be too much flirt for this early in the night, if they hadn’t already sneaked a quicky inside a service closet -that was the size of Lexa’s bathrooms- where they also downed their second wine glasses.

They score some donations for Dr. Griffin’s department with a fourth wine glass in hand and they charm the right people to discover new connections and move into new conversations where they can show off their knowledge in their fields. Clarke hypes up Lexa’s dedication to her company in front of CEOs and Lexa speaks highly of Clarke’s works to anyone who’d listen.

They get called a power couple a few times, and people get surprised that they don’t work together, people flirt with them individually and together and they sneak in a second quicky after a particularly attractive young ortho surgeon flirted with Lexa while Clarke was with her mother.

Clarke doesn’t say much as she pushes Lexa against the closed door, throws their bags to the floor and uses them as knee pads when she sinks down and pushes Lexa’s dress up. It’s embarrassingly quick how Clarke drives her over the edge with her mouth, and it’s even more embarrassing the way she whimpers when Clarke moves her panties back to cover her core and cups her with her hand as she stands up.

“Just to remind you… who you’re going home with” Clarke hushed into her ear, pressing her body into her and rubbing her hand over Lexa’s ruined underwear.

She’s still breathing unevenly when she turns to look at Clarke “I think everyone knows who’s taking me home”

“Not everyone” Clarke grumbles, and she hopes she’s rocked Lexa’s work enough that she won’t question the tone.

Because yeah, they’re playing the role of girlfriends tonight, and they’ve had fun each time they’ve seen each other, but they aren’t actually dating, Clarke doesn’t feel with the right to be jealous, and she’s not sure if she is. Maybe just a little possessive, drunk for sure, and concerned about the image they would be giving if she didn’t care about someone else flirting with her girl.

Yeah. That’s all.

“Let’s go out there and show them then” Lexa hums, smiling drunkenly, her pupils still dilatated, her eyes glossy from the orgasm “I can’t kiss you like I want to and that’s not fair” she pouts.

Clarke smirks “I need to wash my face… so maybe we can risk it” she whispers, leaning in, and absently pressing up with her hand.

Lexa moans and turns her head; she doesn’t roll her hips, but she huffs as she bites her lip “We shouldn’t risk another minute in this room if we don’t want to get kicked out”

It’s Clarke’s turn to pout “Fine” she huffs, stepping away from Lexa and licking her lips with a smirk, tasting her in her mouth still and throwing her a kiss as she fixes her dress and hair.

Lexa rolls her eyes and turns to open the door, Clarke hands her her bag, and Clarke helps but draws her in to steal a kiss. Lexa’s eyes sparkle, but she huffs and tells her to wash her mouth before walking away.

She’s waiting with their fifth wine glasses when Clarke returns, and it’s only for the sake of their cover that they share a not-so-chase kiss in greeting, Clarke’s hand goes around Lexa’s back as she takes the glass with a quiet ‘thanks’ and Lexa encourages her to lean on her when her own arm goes around Clarke’s shoulders.

By the time they consider it appropriate to leave, they feel fulfilled on their quest to showcase their names; Lexa is sure she has made the right connections to be call on a new project soon, while Clarke made sure to meet every new person that hadn’t attended previous galas and offered assistance on all of their business.

The night ends at Lexa’s place, where Clarke drives her up the wall as soon as the door closes, finally kissing in the filthy way they’ve wanted to all nigh long. Lexa strips Clarke of her dress and her linger bra to grope and kiss her boobs while still leaning against the wall.

Walking on shaking legs after an earth-shattering orgasm she pushes Clarke onto the bed to sensually slide off her minidress and reveal her newly bough set of matching lingerie. She climbs the bed just as smoothly and loves the way Clarke gaps at her as she slides Clarke’s panties down her legs following the path with kisses.

Clarke is too drunk and too horny to stay quiet while Lexa devour her pussy, she shudders and moans, grabbing at the sheets and Lexa’s hair as she arches her back and her hips into her mouth. She sees stars when she comes, whimpering and shaking as Lexa continues on, dragging her pleasure on and on until she feels like she might collapse.

When Lexa slides up her body and lays her head on her shoulder, nuzzling into her neck Clarke is thankful to her past self for bringing in an overnight bag, she sighs draping her arms around Lexa, content to know she doesn’t have to leave, and can instead fall asleep with Lexa in her arms.

∞·∞·∞

Monday at work it’s a good day, nothing specific happens during the day, but nothing goes wrong, she work’s smoothly and okay, she is still very much thriving on her morning orgasms, she still can’t believe she wasn’t late with how much time they wasted just kissing.

Her boss calls her to his office before five, she sits anxiously waiting for something bad, but her boss just wants to talk about her night at the hospital gala, he mentions he’s brother is a big supporter and that he had many good things to say about Lexa during their call at lunch. Lexa plays coy, appreciates the compliments and downplays her presence at the gala, she answers some questions about how she got there and consequentially about Clarke.

It feels weird so speak so casually with her boss, but Lexa appreciates the change, knows it means her mingling work in some way. She’s still surprised when he mentions lunch on Saturday, saying his brother’s friends get together and invite him over to talk about future idealist projects and since Lexa spoke so highly and expertly about the company and their work she should join them.

She leaves the office with a smile on her face, she grabs her phone to call her father and pauses. Clarke’s chat is at the top of the list, she considers for a second, biting her lip, remembering the gala and the night, and with a smile, she sends a quick text.

(17:13): Hey! Do you have any plans this Saturday?

Looking back, this was truly, her second mistake.

#Clexaweek 2025 #clexaweek 25 #10 years of clexa kisses #clexa #clexa fic #writing prompt #MAM au #work it out

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butmakeitgayblog · 26 days ago

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Reading coa for the second time again. I just realised how hot Clarke is there. Like yeah thats’s a no brainer coz that’s clarke mfkingriffin.. but really picturing it? A doctor, with those blue eyes, that bod, and she’s much older? My god. No wonder tiny bean angel is such a fiend.

The confidence. The shameless flirting. Clarke saw that little weirdo on the street, listened to her choke on her own tongue for exactly 4 seconds, and definitively decided, "Mine 😤"

Poor babyangel Lexa really never stood a chance😔

#anon #CoA #thank you for reading 🥺🙏#seriously if there were a Clarke pov for CoA her thoughts in that first meeting would be:#*mentally already has her shirt halfway off* “goddammit she's an idiot i HAVE to fuck her”#and poor Lexa was already so far gone in love like there was no hope for either of them

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a-soul-with-no-king · 10 months ago

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Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

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talktomeinclexa · 2 months ago

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@thatonewherelexasachef posted a collection of her favorite kisses from her stories, and I thought that's a lovely way to celebrate 10 years of Clexa

So, in no particular order, I'll post some of mine, too. Mild spoiler alert if you haven't read those stories yet.

Happy 10 years to all of us!

Stages of Grief (Bring the Light Back in Me)

In the novels Clarke had been reading, most of the time, the main protagonists received a sign before they had to make an important decision. A little push from the universe nudging them in the right direction. But experience had taught her that real life, especially on the ground, was anything but certain. It was harsh, messy, and often cut tragically short. There were no certainties regarding what the following day would bring, and it was best to live each day to the fullest than drown in regrets.

On the evening of a perfectly ordinary day, Clarke knocked on Lexa’s door. When Lexa opened it, clad in a long nightgown, which slit on the side revealed a toned thigh, Clarke almost choked on her saliva.

“Klark. Is everything alright? Did you need something?”

Clarke pushed her way in and locked the door behind them before her nerves could get the better of her. “I can’t forget what you did. Neither can I forget my actions or the lives I took.”

When Lexa, a sad frown on her face, opened her mouth to offer words of wisdom and comfort, Clarke raised her hand to stop her. After taking a deep breath, she carried on. “I don’t think we’re meant to. We should remember all of it so that we do better next time. But I understand your decision. You put your people’s well-being first; you saved them, no matter how much it hurt you. I did the same for mine. I accept that. I have to because I can’t move forward otherwise, and I’m tired of being stuck in the past. So, I want that. To move forward, I mean. With you. If you want to.”

Maybe she should have written her declaration first. Not that, based on her glistening eyes, Lexa was put off by the rambling at the end.

“Klark.”

Clarke didn’t think she had ever heard so many emotions contained in one word. Joy, relief, sadness, understanding… It was all too much, and yet, coming from Lexa, it didn’t scare her. It just made it very difficult to resist the urge to kiss her.

Clarke took one step forward, erasing the distance between them. Her left hand trembled slightly when it cupped Lexa’s cheek, but the other woman didn’t seem to mind. She remained immobile, waiting to see what Clarke would do, not daring to rush her. But this time, Clarke was ready. There was no surprise, no doubt when she placed her lips over Lexa’s, and she smiled when she felt her breath hitch.

When they separated a moment later, the green eyes looking at her brimmed with tears. “Klark, I…”

Clarke nodded once, sensing Lexa was having difficulties translating her emotions into words. She changed the angle of her head, brushing Lexa’s nose with hers in the process, and kissed her again. And again. And once more for good measure.

“Take your time,” she whispered before placing a peck on Lexa’s jaw, halfway between her mouth and her ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”

#clexa #the 100 #ten years of clexa kisses #clexa au: stages of grief

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lexa-griffins · 24 days ago

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What if after Clarke consummates her union to Lexa, a handmaiden (Raven, Anya, niylah?) is sent in to check 👀

Raven is an omega and a friend of Clarke's since childhood. She is sent in to fully guarantee the marriage was consummated, knowing she was to be the one to do it even before it happened.

She enters with a soft knock, not wanting to startle the lovers. She hears Clarke's voice, back to its more gentle tone instead of the deeper one she used at the church, making just about every beta and omega clench their legs. Clarke has never affected Raven, their childhood bond above alpha and omega presentations.

Now, however, it seems to no longer be the case.

The moment Raven walks in, she feels hotness rush through her body. Both women are naked in bed, sweat, and marks of their love making all over. Clarke is the only one awake, as Lexa sleeps in the most peaceful manner, the constant frown throughout the entire ceremony gone.

"I was sent to check." Raven states matter of factly, ignoring her childhood's friend soft length still clearly shinning from being buried inside her new wife.

It is not enough of a confirmation. Her instructions were clear. Her own finger must gather the release from where it's buried.

"We know." Clarke sounds tired yet satisfied. She is fully naked but without any shame, there never was shame between them but now Raven cannot stop staring, and she feels her own desire drip down her legs.

Clarke softly moves her new wife, Lexa turning unpleased with being woken up.

"Raven is here to check you my dear"

Raven watches as Lexa's eyes open and stare at Clarke with pleading eyes, and immediately she feels like she is intruding more than a moment.

It must been however.

Clarke echoes her thoughts as she caresses Lexa's cheek and without a word the omega simply nods and parts her legs. Clarke looks in Raven's direction and nods and so, she approaches carefully, the clear scent of sex and cum reaching her and she sits besides Lexa.

Neither omega speaks a word to one another, but the gesture feels strangely intimate to Raven as she parts swollen pink lips and allows her finger to enter the queen's consort hole, feeling it clench around it as she curls it to collect what she came here to look for.

She cannot move it out.

She stares at Lexa, who stares at her like she is about to pounce her, "Mine."

Fear mixed with something deeper washes over Raven. An omega protecting the alpha's seed is always dangerous, more so one who is known to be trained in the art of killing a man.

Clarke soft voice comes through, "Lexa..."

A whine as Lexa turns to her mate and a softer plea comes out "mine..."

"I will fill you up again, I promise." Raven watches with a pounding heart as they share a passionate kiss, feeling Lexa's walls clench harder before they release her finger.

It comes out coated in shining white.

Raven takes a second to find her voice as she immediately stands from the bed, "i shall give the good news to the court."

She does not bow. She does not look back at the sounds of soft moans and praise as she exists the room, her fingers raised to confirm what they all already knew.

Raven will not deny that as she makes her way to the room where the knight appointed to Lexa sleeps, an alpha named Anya, the finger coated by the release of both royals makes its way between her lips.

#letter opened #who wrote that?!? certainly not me

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wonderswritings · 26 days ago

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Starless Lovers {14}

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 was brewing. But with the defeat of Mount Weather, that war is now over. We’re living in peace now. And Skaikru is no longer the enemy. It’s time we learn, Blood must not have blood.

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“I really don’t see why I have to do this.”

“She won’t see me, Esmeray. Please, we need her.”

“You mean you need her.”

Lexa sighed.

“Esme, please.”

“Fine.”

You huffed softly as you stood up.

“But if this goes the way I know it will, I get to say I told you so.”

“Deal.”

Lexa grinned softly as she watched you walk towards your bedroom door.

“Thank you.”

You hummed softly as you left your room. Clarke’s room was in the floor beneath yours and Lexa’s. Making your way to her room, you knocked, giving her a few minutes before you opened the door.

“What part of ‘I won’t see you’ was unclear?”

You grinned slightly, closing the door behind you.

“Wrong sister.”

Clarke looked over her shoulder, glaring slightly at you as she huffed, turning to look back out the window.

“Lexa has respected your wishes for a week, Clarke.”

“Want a cookie?”

You snorted a soft chuckle, shaking your head as you walked further into her room.

“Mature.”

“Says the one who was worse when she came to Camp Jaha.”

You shrugged slightly, sitting down in one of the chairs.

“I don’t like Skaikru.”

“I want to go home.”

“Funny.”

You nodded slightly as you cocked your head to the side.

“I said the same thing when your people held me for two months.”

Clarke turned towards you, confusion on her face.

“What?”

You hummed, slightly nodding.

“What? Did you believe you were the only one who has suffered since Mount Weather?”

Clarke’s jaw clenched, shaking her head.

“Why are you here, Riheda?”

“We have bigger concerns.”

“We don’t have any concerns at all.”

“We do. Lexa is hosting a summit with Skaikru at sundown. You’ll be returned to your people then.”

“She went to all that trouble to capture me just to let me go?”

“She went through all that trouble to save you.”

“You know when I could have used saving? When she abandoned me at Mount Weather.”

You shrugged slightly.

“Clearly you didn’t need her help.”

Clarke scoffed, shooting you a deadpanned look.

“Cleary. Why aren’t you angry with her? She left you to die.”

You nodded slightly, looking over at Clarke.

“We’ve already had this conversation Clarke, in Mount Weather. Our people come first. I cannot fault her for saving our people. Besides, they told her I was dead. She worked with the facts that she had at the time.”

“She betrayed us!”

You nodded as you looked Clarke over with a calculating eye, cocking your head to the side.

“What would you have done Clarke? If their leader offered you the same deal? Save your people at the price of mine? Would you really have chosen differently?”

Clarke clenched her jaw, shaking her head.

“I don’t betray my friends.”

“You did. You had friends in Mount Weather.”

“Those deaths are on you too, and Lexa.”

“I helped you, Clarke. I gave myself over to save your people. I was prepared to die for your people. And how did they repay me? They kept me prisoner for two months. But-”

You slightly shook your head. Playing the peace keeper was not your style, it was more Lexa’s, but you still had to try for her.

“It helps no one to dwell on the past, and that’s not why I’m here. You’re right. Lexa is not just letting you go back to your people. We want something more. We want your people to become our people. Lexa is offering Skaikru the chance to join our coalition, to become the 13th clan. No one would dare move against you because that would be moving against the Commanders.”

“Just leave me alone. I’m done. Do you understand that? I left.”

“You can go back. You can’t run away from who you are, Clarke. Join us. Bow before Lexa and your people will be safe.”

“Bow?”

Clarke glared, shaking her head.

“You and Lexa don’t give a damn about my people. I know why you’re here. I made Lexa look weak at Mount Weather, and now the Ice Nation is exploiting that. Well if she wants the power of Wanheda, kill me. Take it. Otherwise, go float yourself because I will never bow to your sister, or you.”

You smirked, nodding slightly as you stood.

“I think I like this version of you Clarke, pissed off and angry at everyone in the world and yourself.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. You’re allowed to feel your feelings Clarke.”

You slightly shook your head as you walked towards the door.

“But don’t let your feelings cloud your actions. We both know the consequences of that.”

Clarke clenched her jaw at the slight innuendo about Finn, but you were trying to reach her one last time before you left.

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You walked into Lexa’s room, Lexa standing up when she saw you.

“How did it go?”

“Clarke is angry. At you, and herself.”

Lexa sighed, sitting down as you walked towards her.

“Will she do it?”

You shrugged slightly as you sat down.

“I believe, in the end, Clarke will do the right thing.”

“That’s helpful.”

You shrugged slightly, a small smile on your face.

“You’re welcome. I did my best. But I’m not the peace talker, you are.”

“Well, we’ll see about that.”

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You walked next to Lexa as the guards opened the doors of the throne room, both of you walking in beside each other.

“Spek daun kos yu Heda’s.” (bow for your Commanders)

As we walked forward, all the ambassadors except Azgeda’s ambassador bowed. Titus glared at the guy as he continued standing, Titus stepping forward.

“Azgeda na spek daun fou yu Heda’s.” (Ice nation will bow before your Commanders)

Lexa sat down on the throne as you moved to stand next to it, your arm on the back of it, glaring at the ambassador.

“Heda’s beda spek daun fou Azgeda. Oso get in nou gon fis op treaties kom oso veidas.” (The Commanders should bow before Ice Nation. We know not to make treaties with our enemies)

“Heda’s spek dauns fou non.” (the Commanders bows before no one)

Lexa slightly lifted her hand, shaking her head.

“Stand down, Titus.”

“Em seintaim prefers veidas slenge.” (she even prefers the enemies language)

“And you will use it, too, in honor of our guests this evening. Now sit. We have more important matters to discuss.”

“Yes, we do. For example, why is Wanheda still alive? If this is your weakness again, Azgeda will happily step in.”

“Is that why your army has moved so close to Polis because you believe the Commander is weak?”

“Oh, those are just military exercises.”

Indra scoffed, taking a step forward.

“Exercises? You crossed the border into Trikru land, an army within striking distance of our beloved capital.”

You slightly tilted your head to the side Lexa stood, walking around the throne, looking out the window.

“A mistake that was quickly rectified, as you well know.”

“The Ice Queen doesn’t make mistakes. She makes threats.”

Lexa slightly rolled her eyes, turning and looking at the ambassador.

“There’s no need to argue about this again. Please-”

Lexa nodded towards the balcony. “Come join me.”

The ambassador smirked at Indra and Titus, shooting you a glare as he walked forward.

“Let us speak in private. I have a question for Queen Nia.”

“And I’ll happily deliver-”

You smirked when Lexa kicked the ambassador in the chest, sending him off the ledge as he screamed. You had to stifle a laugh as Lexa turned, addressing the other ambassadors with a glare.

“Would anyone else care to question my decisions?”

The ambassadors that had stood sat back down, no one willing to stand against Lexa after that show of strength. “Good. Then let’s begin.”

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You looked up when the doors opened, watching as Clarke walked towards Lexa and you as the singer sang. Lexa was standing on the step in front of you, while you stood on the step above, slightly behind her as Clarke kneeled in front of Lexa. Roan followed suit, and the others kneeled as well.

“Hail warriors of the twelve clans.”

“Hail, Commander of the blood.”

“Rise.”

Everyone stood, Clarke stepping towards Abby and Kane.

“We welcome Skaikru to our halls in the spirit of friendship and harmony, and we welcome Clarke kom Skaikru, legendary Wanheda, Mountain Slayer. The reason for this summit has changed. We are not here to negotiate a treaty with Skaikru, but rather to initiate them into the coalition.”

You glanced around the room as the clans started to murmur, sharing a look with Lexa.

“To symbolize this union, the leader of Skaikru must bear our mark.”

Abby looked up at Kane, nodding.

“The honor should be yours.”

Kane nodded as he looked at Lexa.

“Present your arm.”

Lexa motioned with her hand, and you watched as one of your people walked towards him with a poker. Kane lifted the sleeve of his jacket, groaning when the poker was pressed into his arm. Everyone turned when the doors slammed open, your eyes widening when you saw Bellamy, holding a grounder in a headlock, a gun to his head. Clarke made a face, stepping forward.

“Bellamy?”

Titus glared as he stepped forward while you made your way to Lexa, slightly standing in front of her.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“The summit’s a trap. We need to get you out of here.”

Clarke turned, glaring at you and Lexa.

“What the hell is going on?”

Lexa slightly shook her head as you moved to stand more in front of her.

“I don’t know.”

Bellamy let the grounder go, looking over at you, nodding slightly.

“It’s the Ice Nation.”

One of the Ice Nation delegates stepped forward, shaking his head, glaring.

“These allegations are an outrage. The Ice Nation never stormed this summit with weapons, breaking our laws. That was the Skaikru.”

The man with Bellamy and Octavia shook his head, huffing as he looked at Abby and Kane.

“We’re right about this. The two guards you left behind are dead already. We need to go, now.”

“How did you come by this information?”

Octavia made a face as she looked around their small group.

“Where the hell is Echo?”

You tensed at Echo’s name as Bellamy shook his head, looking around.

“What’s going on? Where the hell is she?”

“Bellamy, maybe we were wrong about this.”

“I don’t understand.”

Kane walked forward, taking Bellamy’s gun from him.

“Stand down.”

“Bellamy, Bellamy, come in. The grounders attacked Mount Weather.”

Bellamy reached down, grabbing his radio.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s gone. It’s gone. They’re all gone. Sinclair and I are the only ones left. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You should have never moved your people back into Mount Weather. The Ice Nation did what Lexa was too weak to do.”

You turned, glaring at the delegate, slowly tilting your head to the side.

“Would you like to lose your tongue?”

You took a small step forward, raising your voice.

“This is an act of war. Sentries, arrest the Ice Nation delegation, including Prince Roan.”

Abby stepped forward as the Sentries stepped forward, forcing the Ice Nation delegation to their knees before they dragged them from the room.

“We need to get home. If they attacked Mount Weather, Arkadia could be next.”

“I agree.”

Lexa nodded, looking at Kane and Abby.

“Go, marshall your forces. We’ll avenge the attack together.”

Indra stepped forward, nodding at Lexa.

“I’ll escort them.”

Bellamy looked over at Clarke, nodding slightly.

“Clarke, we need to leave, now.”

“We need an ambassador from the 13th Clan to stay here in Polis.”

“It’s not safe here.”

You turned, looking at Bellamy, nodding.

“Clarke will be safe here under our protection.”

Lexa stepped forward, placing her hand on your arm as she nodded at Bellamy.

“She will be safe under my protection, you have my word.”

You shot Lexa a look, looking over at her.

“Ours.”

“Mine. You’re going with Skaikru.”

You shook your head, turning towards Lexa.

“I am needed here. We are at war. I am the commander of your armies.”

“I need you there.”

“Lexa-”

Lexa shook her head, standing to her full height, a slight glare in her eyes as she spoke.

“That is an order.”

Your jaw ticked as you nodded once, your gaze lowered.

“Gon bilaik hedplei, Heda.” (at your command, commander)

You stepped forward, lifting the side of your dress up from the ground as you looked at Bellamy.

“I will ride out and meet you and your party in ten minutes, do not wait for me.”

Without sparing anyone a second glance, you walked out of the room, catching Bellamy telling Clarke to come home to her people.

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When you saw those of Skaikru who couldn’t ride in their Rover, you slowed your horse down. You weren’t particularly in a hurry to join them, still upset over Lexa commanding you to join Skaikru.

“Hey.”

You startled slightly, spaced out, seeing Bellamy walking next to your horse, causing you to raise a brow as you glanced down at him.

“Bellamy. Surely you were offered a horse. You did not wish to ride?”

Bellamy shook his head.

“After what’s happened, I’d rather walk.”

You hummed, guiding your horse to stop, Bellamy making a face as you got off your horse, leading him by his reins as you nodded at Bellamy.

“Come. We shall walk.”

“Riheda, you don't have to-"

“Consider it payback, for walking with me in your camp."

Bellamy grinned slightly.

“I wouldn't call that walking. We only ever walked medical in circles."

“Then next time you shall have to take me on another walk and show me something that isn't metal and cold.”

"I guess I will."

Bellamy grinned, turning towards you, walking backwards, his head cocked to the side.

“Unless of course, this counts."

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

“No. I'm afraid this doesn't count as we are not alone and I know this path like the back of my hand. I could walk it with my eyes closed."

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writing-in-lesbian · 2 months ago

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A Heiress in Love Pt. 8 (Part 1)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Chapter synopsis: Our party reaches Becca’s Bunker, King Tony explains the details to implement the flame, a foolproof plan, Raven has exciting news and the news from the Ice Nation, is not good.

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay on this chapter. A lot of things happened last year, I quit my day job, went full head into my side business, moved houses, and overall life in general, but here it is!

A/N2: This story keeps sending me to new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang translators, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Lines in just italics are happening in the minds of the characters. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

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Chapter 8: A tale of two Hedas.

The journey to TonDC was calm and thanks to the improvements on the roads, your party had a good time, saving an hour of travel. It was an easy road you have taken many times, plus with all the security tech Raven did, it was safer.

Your mother spent the ride listening to Stark, and to your surprise, his talk was interesting, making you take a mental note to maybe, engage in conversation with him at some point. Wanda rode calmingly, her apparent nervousness was gone once she felt Dasher was a calmed horse, matching his pace with Quinn perfectly. You tried to engage her in some kind of talk but decided against it once you saw her admiring the scenery and the different types of nature you knew the road had.

As soon as you saw the entrance to TonDC you couldn’t help but get a little bit nervous. This time, instead of the isolated road, guards were waiting for you and, more importantly, your people. You saw more grounders gathered outside, definitely trying to see if the news was true, if the number of people out was an indicator. You could see your old natblida training group there.

It’s not that you were expecting a loud reception, but you couldn’t imagine the silence that was there. It felt a little bit like respect but mixed with something else. The fact that Stark, Natasha, and Wanda were there, made the event more royal than anything else.

Your horses mixed with the guards waiting there, leading you to Becca’s Bunker, which wasn’t that far now. Nature had decided that after a sunny ride, now it was a good time to play hide and seek with the sun and the gray charged with rain clouds started to cover it, somehow making it reflect your feelings, happy with a sense of fear.

Sooner than you expected, you arrived at the entrance of the bunker, which was open and adorned with your royal coat of arms, designed after you were born, one of the new items your mothers had done to show their unity and leadership among the clans.

It was a simple design: a shield divided into three parts. The bottom left was colored blue, signifying the color of the Sky (for your mom) adorned with a silver wolf (meaning the loyalty and wisdom of Lexa), the right bottom was red, like the Commander Sash adorned with a yellow lion (meaning the courage and bravery of Clarke), the top color was left white. At the center, was a crescent moon, (the one that shined on the night the sky people joined the coalition) topped with a flour de lis, signifying the knowledge acquired by all the Commanders, and according to both of your mothers, it was the flower they saw on the night of your birth. At the top, a simple blue and yellow mantle involving a helmet, meaning the warriors and soldiers from all the coalitions, ready to protect and serve.

To you, it was perfect.

“My, my, if you’re a sight for my sore and tired eyes” the voice of Raven gets you out of your mind.

You see the raven-haired girl smiling, her metallic support is thinner now, no wonder she has been playing and upgrading it. Your royal guards descend from their horses, getting in line faster and helping your party descend. You dismount Quinn gracefully and before you get to Wanda, Raven is there hugging you.

“Grounder Princess, you look good as hell” You stiff a little under her arms but then relax again as soon as you hear the soft tone.

“You don’t look too bad yourself Aunt Reyes” causing her to chuckle.

“So the rumors are true then” is not a question.

She puts you at arm's length inspecting your face and looking at the headpiece now. Raven has never been as good as Octavia or your mom to hide her emotions from her eyes. “Hope you are hanging in there kiddo” She lets you be for the moment, instead going to salute your mother and to your surprise Stark, but when she points to something on her brace leg, you connect the dots and the new upgrades she told you she had done to it, make much more sense now.

Wanda has descended from Dasher when you manage to reunite with her. Other guards take them away to rest. She greets you with a relaxed smile, no doubt the ride was something she enjoyed, making you take a mental note to do it more often when the time allows it. Maybe a visit to your godmother would be a good idea.

“Great force they have those horses of yours Princess Woods-Griffin” Natasha’s voice sounds from your right.

“Thank you, Duchess Romanoff, we take pride in them,” you say matter-of-factly.

Feeling bolder, you grab Wanda’s hand and proceed to walk to the entrances of the bunker.

Perhaps to make you feel brave or because you are enjoying this situation now, you don’t know, but if she’s squeezing your hand and letting you know it was okay, then you’ll feel better for now.

“Greetings” your mother manages to create silence among the bustle. Her stoic presence makes her taller than she is and you hope you can carry yourself the same way. “We’re gathered today under exceptional and extreme circumstances to start the Ascension ceremony of Princess Y/N Woods-Griffin. An unprecedented time that I was hoping never came If I should say, but the times we’re living had led us to this. Daughter, come.”

Lexa extends her hand towards you, not wanting but you drop Wanda’s hand to go towards your mother, taking her hand instead. Lexa leads you toward the entrance but stops closer to it. You are instructed to stay next to the open door, your heart pounding louder into your ears.

“We have held our rituals and traditions close to us, but I have led under changing times and learned from my ancestors to adapt and use that knowledge to our benefit. As the situation we all know, led us to a union celebration, today we’ll prepare as well for our Flame Keepers to swear their loyalty to the flame.”

Reminding you to school your face you try not to react to the news. You kinda guessed if they joined you on your journey, they might as well be involved in the ceremony, recalling your hours of study never really considering this scenario.

Octavia and Duchess Romanoff get closer, Raven carefully standing outside the door to Becca’s chamber.

“So Tavia finally met her match” you heard Raven whisper next to you. Scoffing at the thought, you just kinda hum quietly.

“As we continue to maintain and strengthen our coalition, we’ll welcome King Stark’s people as the 16th clan once the wedding takes place, whatsoever, my daughter’s betrothed will be an important participant in the Ascension ceremony taking place, so Lady Maximoff if you please come”

You see Wanda gracefully walking towards you, as soon as she enters your personal space you reach for her hand, noticing how she’s playing with her rings, you can’t help but wonder what makes her more nervous and try to give her as much comfort as possible. She timidly grabs your hand but releases it as quickly as she takes it and you just hear the faintest “I’m okay” from her.

“We shall enter this arrangement as opposite kingdoms but we shall come out as one people. I invite all the people of TonDC to welcome our guests and for all, to join us in the celebrations to come. As we prepare for a war that neither of us wants, we still hold on to the happy and peaceful times”

Cheers and roars from the people gathered around can be heard, the energy the grounders have, pumps you now, feeling their excitement, you pray you are enough of a leader if all goes to hell. Raven turns around and enters the Bunker, followed by Duchess Romanoff and King Tony. Your mother approaches you, a tiny smile on her face, nods at both of you, and goes after Raven, her guards following her but staying at the entrance.

“Shall we little Heda?” Octavia’s voice is closer than you thought, you see her looking at the entrance before she takes a look at you.

“Yeah”. You turn to Wanda but before you can approach her, Octavia’s subtle hand on your back stops you.

“Lady Maximoff has to enter first, then we proceed”.

Sometimes you hate protocols but you follow them. Wanda nods and walks but before entering, she turns to see you, mouthing an “See you in a minute” before turning back again and disappearing through the entrance.

You hear yourself exhale, surprising you since you didn’t know you were holding your breath. Taking a step you walk in front of Octavia, making sure your steps are strong and determined and in a few seconds, the outside noise goes silent, Octavia’s steps behind you, although with some echo, are the only thing you hear now.

A lot of changes have been made inside the bunker now, yet the circular shape is still in place. The technology allows them to mix it with the urban and rural landscape. After a few more paces, you hear whisperings, beeping, and the buzz of the lab. You reach the main stairs to descend to the center of the principal floor.

Raven is in front of a big monitor with King Tony writing something on it. You would lie if you didn’t find fascinating everything Stark’s Technology has done in the past, as much as you can comprehend through the occasional letters Raven has sent. The bluish light illuminates the area where they are. Duchess Romanoff talks amicably with Wanda, and there it is, the small pang of jealousy at how easy Wanda seems with her and your wish that one day, she can feel the same with you.

“You’re a tough bitch, you got this” Octavia’s whispered words of encouragement make you smile. Taking the final steps, you’re in front of your mother.

Lexa is finishing preparing a few things but she acknowledges your presence next to her. Leaving the small metal container on the table, she turns to you, observing your face for a brief moment, before placing her hands on your shoulders. For a moment, her eyes show the same compassion and love you used to see when you were a child.

“It should take just a few minutes. King Stark will make the final preparations, he’ll then proceed to use this small tool to add them to mine. Then, I’ll give you your flame. Octavia will help me so you don’t feel any pain but the pinch of the anesthesia. After we put the flame on you, King Stark will activate the new additions on yours. Do you have any questions, daughter”

“No” your mother nods and turns to talk with Raven. Octavia gets closer to a table containing different tools and as far you can see, some medical instruments. Wanda is still at Natasha’s side.

“Y/N… Y/N… the moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi”

Even though it’s closed, there’s again the whispers you can hear from the chip containing the flame, and the pull you feel. This time, you try to control your body not to go but the need to touch it it’s too much. Luckily for you, your mother takes it and secures it strongly in her hands.

Raven joins Octavia, followed by King Stark, holding in his hands a small keyboard, the blue semi-transparent light projecting a smaller version of what can be seen on the screens. Behind them, there are two chairs, the chair's back almost touching but facing opposite directions. Your mother walks and sits on the left one, indicating you should sit on the right one, and with all the courage you can gather, you walk the ten or fifteen steps you need to sit.

For all the protocols this ceremony needs, you wonder where your mother Flame Keeper is, then remember that after an incident that almost cost your mother her life, your mom was the one who decided to hold the title. With all the news coming faster than Pietro’s flirts, you forgot it.

“King Stark, you may start”

“Gladly my Lady” If your mother flinched at the chosen words, nobody noticed, but you definitely would have made a remark if not for the seriousness of the ceremony.

The keyboard in his hand brightens and you see numbers and letters appearing around the flame design he had on the screens. Raven is working as well on her device, one you never saw her take out.

Tum tum, tum tum, the sound of your heart has joined the orchestra of the buzzing of the computers, the tics tics tics of the keyboards, and the whispers from the Flame.

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin”

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome daughter”

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi"

Tum, tum

“The moment has come. The heiresses are here. The moment has come. The heiresses are here”

Tum, tum.

“And we’re done” you hear King Stark proclaim. Raven then places an electrode connected to another small device, on your mother's neck, in the same spot you know the flame is. The infinity symbol makes it easier to spot it.

After a few seconds, she declares it’s done.

“Heinoffi, if you let me” Octavia's voice next to you, holding a tray with a syringe with a whiteish liquid, makes you slightly turn to see her.

“Proceed” giving her the verbal permission, you are surprised your voice didn’t come out shaky. After all, aren’t you about to receive hundreds of years of knowledge from previous commanders?

Octavia goes behind your back, you are instantly tense when she places her hands on your hair, moving the braid you carefully made. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Raven come closer. You were never a fan of needles but you have convinced yourself that when the moment came, you would show bravery and not cowardice.

Despite your best efforts you can’t help but flinch at the first contact of the needle, feeling the cold liquid entering your system. You know enough medical knowledge thanks to your mom, to understand that this type of anesthesia would just help numb your neck enough time to get the flame into you and disappear to get your infinity tattoo, the same design as your mother.

After a few seconds, Octavia’s voice says it’s done. Raven then gets closer to you, working with precision, you know she’ll do her best but you would have felt way more calm if your mom or even your grandmother had done the procedure, despite that Abby is happily living way up north, getting finally the peace she wanted with Marcus.

A small gasp coming from your right makes you try to move your head, you know Wanda is situated there.

“Stay still kid” Raven quietly whispers and you obey.

From what you could gather between Indra and Octavia about this new ascension ceremony, you know Raven needs to do a small incision, about 2 or 3 inches long in your neck, then she will implant the flame and do whatever they do to sync it with your mind or maybe is your consciousness, there are some technical things you don’t quite comprehend.

In theory, you shouldn’t feel anything, but the cold sensation of a liquid you think is some of your blood is your best guess for being the reason Wanda gasped. There’s a small pinch here and there, nothing uncomfortable.

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter”

You needn’t see to know the box has been opened again. The voices are louder, much louder than what you expected.

“Inhale Heinoffi” Raven instructs. Obediently, you intake air, holding it into your lungs.

One Two Three Four Five

“Exhale slowly now”

One Two Three Four Five

There are some small pricks you feel, guessing Raven should be doing the technical thing if typing in her small keyboard placed next to her is any indication.

There’s a cold sensation on your spine, making you sit straighter than you are. Cold drops of sweat are falling from your forehead.

“The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has come. Welcome daughter. The moment has come. Welcome Heinoffi. The moment has come. Welcome Heiress Woods-Griffin. The moment has-”

The voices are becoming too much. Gripping the chair, your knuckles are white with the strength you are applying and your jaw is numb.

“Daughter… breathe.”

“Mother?”

“It works Raven”

A girl barely 16 or so, gets closer to Raven, needles and surgical thread nesting on the trash she carries. All your control goes at this moment to not let your mind feel overpowered.

“Breathe daughter”

Inhale…. Exhale… Inhale… Exhale

“Heinoffi. Welcome, daughter of Heda Alexandria Woods and Warhead, Clarke Griffin. Welcome heiress to the 15th clan's throne, born under a dark moon, natblida by birth”

Inhale…. Exhale… Inhale… Exhale

“Welcome Heda Alexandria Woods, daughter of Oak and Carter Woods, from the Grounders Clan. Natblida by birth and the last Commander to win the conclave”

“As pure the intentions are, we shall not and cannot accept two Hedas on the Ascension”

“One shall remain, the rightful heiress, the one that can canalize the chaos into balance”

“Raven… what is happening?”

There’s a beeping sound on Stark’s hologram thing.

“Is this should be norm-… oh boy, something is happening and I can’t access my database”  You want to move, but feel your body frozen in place. Your knuckles are hurting but the control of your body is gone. Trying not to panic, you know that whatever is happening, it has to do with the flame and the tinkering they did. Or perhaps they are right and it can’t be two active flames.

“Heiress Woods-Griffin, quitting is not an option”

“Raven, stop it”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a flash of red pass, not knowing who it might be, but the warmth in your hands trying to pry your fingers open seems familiar.

“Y/N look at me”

Your vision is blurry and can’t focus on the face in front of you, the voice you recognize as Lady Romanoff. You move your vision trying to spot Wanda but your eyes are so out of focus that you think you see her silhouette a few steps behind Natasha, or maybe is next to King Stark.

“Heda Woods, you must know what to do”

“Commander of the 15th clans, the youngest one to ascend, it has been an honor having you with us”

“We will hope you join us in the distant future again”

“Mother?”

“A tale of two Hedas was prophesied a long time ago, all the results were not in our favor”

“We did not have chaos / We have chaos” 

“A war is coming. We would not survive with one”

“We would not survive with chaos”

“Stop it” you hear yourself screamer say, you’re not sure. Your focus comes back and now you see clearly as Natasha trying to open your fingers, Octavia is behind you, surely helping your mother while Raven and Tony are writing and touching screens trying to regain the control you for sure know they don’t have, but the Hedas connected through the flame. Although there’s something unusual about all of this. It takes a few seconds to notice that no one is moving.

“I am Heinoffi, Aim laik Heda. Just like my predecessors and mother Heda and Wanheda”

“You shall not speak child”

“Let her speak” With this voice, the rest of them were silenced.

“Pramheda"

Becca’s legacy was truly in the flame and her voice, which you recognized thanks to all your study and the files you have on the Commanders.

This close you notice Natasha’s eyes are similar in color to Wanda’s. Wanda, who you have not seen in your periphery. A glance and you see her eyes red, red wisps coming from her hand, perhaps she’s trying to help, using her abilities but you know they’re no use.

“Pramheda, my mother has done what many in her path have failed to do, she’s more Heda than I will ever be due to my inexperience and if war is coming, I seek her knowledge and request her leadership”

“Daughter, em pleni. Pramheda”

“Lexa, my child, there’s no need to speak on behalf of your daughter, the true heiress has come and I am afraid we did not prepare enough for this, nor any of our visions are seldom in stone”

“We did not have chaos / We have chaos”

 “A war is coming. We would not survive with one”

“We would not survive with chaos”

“Heinoffi Woods-Griffin, you made a vow. We expect you to rise to the occasion and overcome the situation. May the chaos choose our paths. Heda Woods, let your actions speak louder, you made your vow and we, do not forget”

The sounds and colors, and everything returned to normal. Wanda’s eyes return to normal and she seems disoriented, she looks out for you but stays in her place. Natasha finally got your fingers open, she stayed kneeling in front of you, trying to gauge any reaction or any indication that you are okay.

You feel your mother stand and get the cables out of the machine Raven has, she goes to the side of them. Octavia’s hands are next to your neck, inspecting what you know is your brand-new stitched wound.

“You okay little heda?” She whispers you have the feeling she somehow noticed what was happening.

“Yeah. I think. I need to speak with my mother. Can you check on Wanda please?”

“She seems fine” but she goes to her side.

Walking towards your mother seems like a long road, but you know is technically impossible, since the bunker is not that long in this part. You hear the angry whispers between her and Raven, while King Tony explains as much as he can. There are a few words you recognize, technology and implants, and nanotech, and shouldn’t be joking about it sort of phrases you catch, not wanting to eavesdrop.

“Mother?”

Lexa pauses her movements, eyeing Raven and King Stark cautiously. You have the feeling they somehow predicted some of this but never really thought it would happen

“Daughter, let’s find a place for us to speak. Octavia will move your ritual things to the other wing for us to do your tattoo ceremony”

The pain in your head is slowly making an entrance, stupid painkillers hidden in your horse stash. You follow your mother but before leaving the main area, a red light followed by a beeping sound is heard around.

“Urgent message. Urgent message”

“Lexa… you need to see this” is Raven’s voice, laced with concern and something more urgent you can’t decipher”

“Play it Reyes”

The face of Roan, dirty and bloodied shows up on the screen. His voice sounded tired and somehow strong.

“Heda. Ultron has attacked our nation, we need help. My men are fighting but he’s superior in numbers, we need backup Heda” Screams and the sound of clashing metals, and gunfires can be heard. “Heda, we need help, Ultron has-”

The message gets cut and the room fills silent. You reach for your mother and seek guidance, knowing well what is about to happen.

“Daughter, we must prepare. Octavia, send the word to Polis, Indra should prepare the men to join Roan at dusk. King Stark”

Tony joins your mother, and with a simple nod, he understands.

“I’m afraid the time I wasn’t looking for has come. I’ll prepare what we need; Reyes girl, send me the coordinates where I should join the Commander”

With a quick motion, King Tony touches his chest, a red and gold metal armor starts covering his body. His voice now sounds way more metallic.

“Is that ceiling made of glass?”

Before anyone can respond, he goes out flying, but the crashing sound never comes, Raven having opened the window panels before anything. She just nods towards Lexa, circumstances like this, require speed, iron nerves, and a cold head. Raven disappears towards the machinery room.

“Duchesses Romanoff, I must ask, are you ready for what is to come?”

“Born ready Heda”

“We ride in 20 minutes, if you come with me, we must prepare and get our gear”

“Good thing I always carry what I need in my belt”

“Y/N, meet us in my headquarters in five minutes”

Duchess Romanoff goes towards Wanda and quickly squeezes her shoulder. Both leave, leaving no doubt of what you should be doing in those five minutes. You approach Wanda, who, until this point hasn’t left her place, still hesitating on what to say.

“Wanda I-”

“Don’t. Don’t say a word”

She takes your hand, and the room goes silent, no voices, no buzzing, nothing, just the two of you.

“You better come back”

Your eyes drop to her lips, Wanda following your gaze. The tension is palpable, she slowly, watches for any signs of discomfort, as if asking for permission she doesn’t need, her hand goes to your cheek, making you look into her eyes again. A faint red glow behind them, no doubt still trying to read your thoughts.

“I don’t want to have a real reason to hate you”

Your hand covers hers.

“A real one? So there was a fake one earlier”

“Perhaps. You just didn’t articulate well your question”

“Wanda-“

Her lips touch the corner of your mouth so briefly, oh so shortly, blink and you miss it type of briefly, her hand stopping all contact with your body’s, and the world comes back in full noise. She stands there, an unreadable expression placed now in her beautiful features, you know the damages of the war in the land of Sokovia and how much it cost her. The main reason why she and Pietro are now under the custody of Lord Barton. And you know damn well not to make promises you won’t be sure if you’ll be able to keep.

Without another word she turns her back towards you, Octavia waiting for her on the other side. It was made clear when the flame keepers were chosen by your mothers, that if the worst scenario should arrive, there were no questions and doubts that Octavia would protect Wanda, and Duchess Romanoff would go with you.

But that was before the whole Two Heda’s thing, would that still be true? Yet, you know Octavia’s character, you have trained under her guidance and do not doubt everything she’s capable of doing. You hope that it will be enough.

A simple nod was any indication to Octavia that you trusted her. With your back towards them, your feet started to walk the path towards the gear room, time was essential at this point, there were many questions on your mind, and the main one went back to your mom and Madi. Would they have received the same message? All your instincts are telling you to go back for Wanda, to hell with all politics and protocols, but deep down you know in what kind of danger you can put her if you just turn around and grab her to leave.

No one questioned why after so many years and things happened, Becca’s bunker was well conserved until the emergency alarm blasted around the compound. The automatic safety protocol, implemented by Becca’s work, improved by the one and only Raven Reyes, activated automatically. At that time, you understand two things at once alone in the halls:

1) That protocol is only activated under any type of attack.

2) The cold sensation on your neck meant the flame worked and now, the full knowledge of the previous commanders was flowing through your veins, and whatever King Star did to your flame, was making that a black nano fabric type, started coming out from your neck, covering your body, it was similar at what you have seen previously on him.

The design was similar to your battle clothes, it felt less heavier than you anticipated, yet it was hard under the touch. The timing of everything didn’t allow you to marvel at your new battle clothes, nor inspect everything before you felt something on your face, lasting a few seconds. Instinctively you tried to grab anything but came up empty, feeling your eyes, you noticed the slim border of your battle eye paint, a design similar to your mother's but shorter and thinner.

“Welcome Princess Woods-Griffin, I’m F.R.I.D.A.Y, an AI assistant King Stark developed to aid you” Small specs of a blueish glint flashed infant of your eyes, guiding you through the now almost dark halls, lightly illuminated by the yellow emergency lights. No wonder many wanted his technology.

The imminent impact of a bomb shattered the ground before the implications of having an AI aiding you were fully understood.

“Duck” was all you heard before feeling a body push you out of the way, impacting into the ground.

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