#mine: clarke and lexa

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 44. clarke griffin and commander lexa - the 100

[a-soul-with-no-king]

i'm not her, Clarke

[sassymajesty]

“the trouble is, you think you have time.” — goncharov (1973)

[thequietesthing]

yesterday 19/03 has been 10 years since The 100 came out… and i’m like how?? i’m feeling old and at the same time grateful for these 10 years of absolute crazy plot twist, never ending bellarke baiting, beautiful relationships and imaginative ways to destroy each and every world the characters set foot in

[bi-badass-geek]

"Distraction" by @sanscarte

Read Up : Ao3

[kuekyuuq]

Fanfic Crossover Prompt?

I noticed there are way too few Clexa and Supercorp Crossover Fics...

Just hear me out, k?

Supergirl /DCTV has established parallel worlds and plenty (accidental) ways to end up in an alternative world. Time travel is also very much established (kinda sorta in both shows)

The 100 canonically even has aliens (but this would be better!)

Each ship has a "blue-eyed blonde that came from the sky (from a more scientifically advanced world)" and an "ambitious and revolutionary green('ish)-eyed brunette in a powerful position"

...with the blondes being artistically inclined and the brunettes educated strategists

Lena and Lexa may have a secret hand-shake over the whole "love is weakness" mantra (or just cooly blank-faced share a nod of mutual understanding)

Kara's cousin is named Clark and Lena's brother is named Lex (Clexa: "Oh, are they close?" - SC: "...well, they are constantly at each other's throats?")

Nia would be very confusing - especially if she's still alive, bc seeing her may give Lena a mini heart-attack

Jackson may also look vaguely familiar to Kara...

(Charlotte would prolly already be "gone"...)

There is fun to be had with the character dynamics, Lexa and Kara being the heart-eyes ones, Clarke and Lena (whilst just as infatuated) try to play things cool

Lena would have a field day with the night blood (actually, she'd need a fix to survive in the radioactive world of The 100, unless she has a magical solution at hand)

Kara could single-handedly fix the 2nd Praimfaya situation (with some guidance by Lena)

Raven and Lena prolly would hit it off rather well

by the power of fanfic even the age difference between the characters can be either reduced or ignored

or Lena and Kara become sort of mentors / advisors to Heda and Wanheda

Lexa having a sparring session with "Olympics level fencer" Lena

Kara and Clarke ooh'ing and aaah'ing at Earth's nature together

Kara getting roped into beer-pong and owning it even without using her powers, not for her skills but bc she can't get drunk

Clexa may even help a canonically supposedly "best friends" Supercorp to "see the light" (Clexa: "Uhm, guys? That is not really what best friends are for...")

Play with Lena struggling in the forest or prove herself to be actually pretty apt in her survival skills

Lena coming into Polis being all like "I can fix this up. Someone give me some paper. Kara, time to flex those muscles of yours."

Kara "accidentally" sneezing too hard and freeze-breath scaring the daylights out of Titus before baldie can screw things up

Katie Lena in a more medieval leathery get-up!!!!

Kara on a horsey!! (or floating next to the group riding, cooing at the animals)

Both Kara and Lena having experience with "adults" and their schemes and politics messing things up, spot signs early and help Clexa take care of Pike et others...

Eventually (after saving their world) Lena finding the energy signatures below polis of the portal-thingy, figuring the puzzle out in 3.7 seconds and rewiring it to send them back home...

...and so. much. more!

But, really, it can go anyway you'd like:

Fun and light, or more serious and angsty; a whole fix-it for The 100 or set anywhen you want, pre-Kara's identity reveal (s3'ish?) or post-finale (witch!Lena ?); innocent or smut; SC just being the "little helpers" or ultimate heroes; lovey-dovey or tension-filled Clexa; powering down Kara somehow or just letting her be her super-charged self; a short adventure or a novel-sized tale...

Please, dear authors, feel inspired! ö.ö

[fangirllair]

I cannot remember the name of the Tiktok page where I found these but omg I cannot get over them! I CANNOT!

AI Clarke and Lexa

The creators robbed us so incredibly hard it makes my heart ACHE!

[cinnamonglaive]

After Lexa died Clarke should’ve gotten with Murphy, he was the only one who matched her freak and like. machinations.

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

@clexmas22  - Day 25 Dinner Disaster

It smells like Christmas!

It’s Christmas Eve and it’s time for the Griffins annual dinner celebration. This year Clarke will be welcoming a special guest, her co-worker who she really really likes, Lexa Woods.

Lexa arrives to Clarke’s Christmas Eve dinner with a person from her past, who knows a thing or two about Clarke Griffin.

As dinner preparations begin and champagne starts to flow freely, some secrets will be spilled and others exposed, while dinner burns in the oven; turning a magical night into a massive disaster.

No worries though, because it smells like Christmas!

[fangirlinghardoverfiction]

I’ve had this unrelenting urge to see Clarke Griffin as Sailor Moon. I need a Fanfic about Clarke being sent down to from the Moon and she’s from the kingdom of Silver Ark. Trusted with the duty to make a planetary alliance with the Earth. Lexa Kom Trikru, falls madly in love for the Lunar Warrior and when Clarke is confident in her ability to trust the Earth Commander and her people, she reveals the profound power that the Moon Princess possesses.

[lexa-griffins]

I'm surprised that noble alphas have to remain pure and virgins until they're married. I love this dynamic change! How do Ontari and Costia court Lexa? Is Clarke always present during these dates?

Thank you, im trying to play with the dynamics and functions of this society. I am not going for a religious reason, it is more so to guarantee no bastard children as an omega and their children deserve the undivided attention of their mate - emotionally and financially, omegas dont work because carrying children and raising them, one, two or ten, is seen as the most important job so alphas must provide for everything else (in noble households).

Courting tends to be a lot of showing their dedication to Lexa, so while Lexa can be courted by different alphas at once so she may choose the best one, Costia and Ontari can only court Lexa, which will "weed out" any noble alphas that are clearly not desired by unmated omegas overtime... peer review am i right?!? Shsjdj. But the courting is a lot of showing the family possessions and their fields of work, trying to show their grace and knowledge of dancing, literature, etc.

Clarke is present on most of these dates although she slowly starts to dislike them. At first its fun to see these two alphas try so hard to impress Lexa who is hard to impress by nature. Lexa asks her about them and Clarke likes to make fun of them in private and laugh about their attempts of seducing the omega Clarke knows loves her. But as some of the dates are clearly showing Lexa's favorite (Costia, although her parents favor Ontari. Physically Ontari would give Lexa strong pups, Clarke has confirmed she's bigger than Costia and her work is much more valuable to Lexa family although Lexa much prefers to talk with Costia as she is sweeter and more charming and genuinely looks to like Lexa), Clarke will sometimes be asked to leave because she is clearly showing in her scent how hostile she is towards Costia and Lexa cannot have that. Its tricky becaude its clear Clarke wants to be there due to her protectiveness over Lexa but at the same time she despises having to spend time with the woman that will take Lexa away from her. She only takes solace in the fact that by the time Lexa is mated and has her first child with Costia she'll be long dead.... which :c Lexa hates when Clarke reminds her of that.

[a-soul-with-no-king]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[unchartedcloud]

Killing Strangers - Chapter 8

John Wick/Modern Assassin AU

TW: Graphic (canon-typical) violence, alcohol mention

Rating: E

A Clextober 2024 update, based on the theme "Ghouls' Night Out". Happy Halloween, Clexakru!

No more of his allies come pouring through the shattered plate glass, and any civilian in the area is long gone. It's going to be a hell of a mess to clean up, with bullets and blood and broken glass everywhere, not to mention the witnesses…but that isn't her problem right now. Right now she crunches through said glass, falls into the bar chair next to Clarke, and drops the stolen Sig in front of her with a clatter. "Seems more your speed than mine," she mutters. Clarke hums in acknowledgement. “That was quite the show.” Somehow, in all the chaos of the last few minutes, Clarke Griffin has managed to spill nary a drop of her still mostly full martini. Lexa is momentarily mesmerized as she retrieves the garnish, taps it on the side of the glass, and pulls an olive off the toothpick with her teeth. “Tough night?” "About as expected," Lexa answers, channeling what would otherwise be a groan of pain into a sigh through her nose as she rotates her shoulder. "Target had friends. Do you know the SAC test?" When Lexa looks up Clarke’s head is cocked to the side, eyes slightly narrowed. “What makes you think I know what that is?” "You know enough about setting bones to do it in an airshaft. You know how to triage a knife wound, and there's a caduceus staff hidden in the flowers tattooed on your back." Under any other circumstances, the wide-eyed surprise that wipes the vaguely smug smile still lingering in the corners of her mouth off Clarke's face would be a cause for deep satisfaction. But at the moment, Lexa is too preoccupied setting her teeth against the pain radiating up her arm. "You have medical training. Do you know the SAC test or not?" Clarke opens her mouth—then closes it. Sighs. “Yes, I know it. Got five minutes?” Lexa snorts. “I’ve got all night.”

Read on Ao3.

[reallygroovyninja]

Another prompt. Omega Lexa feels her baby kicking for the first time and she's overjoyed. She's nervous about sharing this with Clarke because they're technically not together but she really wants to share the news with someone

Lexa sat in her cozy apartment in Boston, the afternoon light filtering through the windows and casting a warm glow on the room. She was nestled in her favorite chair, a law textbook resting on her lap. The text was complex, but she was determined to push through, knowing how important learning this was. 

Suddenly, she felt a gentle flutter in her abdomen, a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before. Her heart skipped a beat, and she placed a hand on her belly, her law textbook momentarily forgotten. 

"Hey there, little one," she whispered softly, a smile spreading across her face. "Is that you moving around in there?" 

The fluttering continued, a series of gentle, almost playful movements. Lexa closed her eyes, savoring the moment, feeling a deep connection to the life growing inside her. 

"You must be excited," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness. "I can't wait to meet you, you know. You've already made my world so much brighter." 

She chuckled softly, imagining what her future would be like with the baby. "I wonder what you'll be like. Will you have my determination? Your other mom's strength? Whoever you are, I know you're going to be amazing." 

The fluttering seemed to respond to her words, and Lexa felt a swell of emotion. She rested her hand gently on her belly, feeling the warmth and life beneath her fingertips. 

"Just know that I'm here, and I love you already," she said, her voice filled with love and promise. "We'll get through this together, one step at a time." 

Lexa sat there for a while longer, talking to her baby and feeling the fluttering movements. In that moment, surrounded by her books and the quiet hum of her apartment, she felt a profound sense of peace and joy. 

The flutter she had felt earlier, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside her, made everything feel more real. Clarke was thousands of miles away at Stanford, deeply engrossed in med school, just as Lexa was in law school. They had agreed to break up to focus on their futures, believing it was the right thing to do. But now, everything seemed uncertain. 

Lexa placed her law textbook on the coffee table and ran a hand through her hair, her mind a whirl of emotions. She knew she had to tell Clarke about the pregnancy. Clarke, who was not just the sire, but someone she had shared dreams and plans with. 

"I need to tell her," Lexa whispered to herself, feeling the weight of the decision. "She has a right to know. We need to figure this out together." 

She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled to Clarke's contact. The distance felt more significant now, but she couldn't let it stop her. Taking a deep breath, she tapped the screen to start a video call. The phone rang, each second stretching out painfully. 

Finally, Clarke's familiar face appeared on the screen, a concerned look on her face. "Lexa? Is everything okay?" 

Lexa's heart pounded in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words tangled in her throat. "Clarke, I... there's something... I need to tell you..." 

Clarke's eyes widened slightly, her concern deepening. "Lexa, take your time. What's going on?" 

Lexa took another deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I... I felt the baby move today. Our baby. I'm pregnant, Clarke. You're the sire. And I... I didn't know how to tell you, and I know we agreed to... but I couldn't... and now everything's..." 

The words came out in a jumble, her emotions spilling over. Clarke's expression shifted from concern to shock, and then to something softer, more understanding. 

"Lexa, slow down," Clarke said gently. "I think I understand. You're pregnant, and you're saying it's mine." 

Lexa nodded, tears stinging her eyes. "Yes. We agreed to break up, to focus on our studies, but now... I don't know what to do, Clarke.I didn’t want to hide it any longer. You deserved to know." 

Clarke took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. "Lexa, I know we're far apart, but we'll find a way to make this work. I'm here for you, and for our baby." 

Lexa and Clarke continued talking, their conversation filled with tentative plans and reassurances. Clarke’s voice was steady and calming, and Lexa found herself holding onto every word, feeling a bit more anchored. 

"I know this is a lot, Lexa," Clarke said, her face a mixture of concern and determination. "But we’ll figure it out. I promise. For now, get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning, okay?" 

Lexa nodded, a small smile forming on her lips despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. "Okay, Clarke. Thank you. It means a lot to me." 

"Goodnight, Lexa. Try to get some sleep," Clarke said softly. 

"Goodnight, Clarke," Lexa replied, ending the call with a deep breath. She placed her phone on the nightstand and climbed into bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Clarke’s reassurance had eased some of her fears, and she allowed herself to drift off to sleep, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster. 

The next morning, Lexa was woken by a knock at her door. She blinked groggily, her mind still fuzzy from sleep. As the knocking continued, she got up and made her way to the door, wondering who it could be so early. 

When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Standing there, with her bags  and a determined look on her face, was Clarke. 

"Clarke?" Lexa’s voice was a mix of surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?" 

Clarke dropped her bags and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa in a tight embrace. "I couldn’t stay away," she said, her voice muffled against Lexa’s shoulder. "I don’t care about the distance or our plans. I need to be with you, Lexa. We’ll figure everything out together." 

Lexa felt tears well up in her eyes as she hugged Clarke back, the reality of the situation sinking in. "You’re really here," she whispered, pulling back slightly to look at Clarke’s face. 

Clarke nodded, her eyes bright with determination and love. "Yes, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together." 

Lexa smiled through her tears, relief and happiness washing over her. "I’m so glad you’re here," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. 

Clarke cupped Lexa’s face in her hands, her gaze unwavering. "We’ll face this together, Lexa. No matter what." 

As they stood there in the doorway, holding each other close, Lexa felt a sense of hope and certainty she hadn’t felt in a long time. Clarke was here, and together, they could face anything. 

[popchoc]

Day 102: Lexa | Alicia

We fall quiet, listening to the ticking of the rain against the window in the blissful warmth of each other's arms. We know we've got stuff to do, people to see, things to find out... but it all can wait.

"That thing you said, about being a leader," Clarke breaks our silence after some minutes, "It made me think of the time we'd just met. Of the you, back then, and your beliefs. How you tried to live by them. Even tried to teach me the same."

"You were so terribly stubborn!" Despite recalling my constant frustration with her, a soft chuckle falls of my lips.

"Yet you liked me," she reminds me. The raillery in her voice is hard to miss.

"No, I didn't," I tease right back, "I just thought you were hot."

The next moment I'm on my back, taken by surprise by Clarke's quick wrestling attack. As she pins me down, her eyes lock mine. "Liar!"

More laughter escapes me. "What, you were! You were brave, and determined, and smart - despite never agreeing with me. You challenged me, which was annoying as hell... but so damn hot."

Clarke, however, is not that easily fooled. "You liked me," she simply says again.

As she keeps a firm hold on me, we both refuse to break eye contact. Seconds go by. Six. Seven. Eight... Until I finally give in.

"I liked you," I admit, grinning. "I didn't want to. You confused me, unbalanced me. The way you saw me, for real... it scared me. But yes, silly me, I liked you."

A proud smirk flashes over her face. "I knew it."

"Oh, don't be smug," I snort, "I pretty much gave it away by kissing you!"

"Yeah," she smiles, "I remember that, too."

[continue on AO3]

[eternalreignblog]

I wanna read how your Clarke would fuck Lexa in plow pose since you enjoyed mine so much

I can't compete with your Yoga Lexa x Surfer Clarke AU, that was hot as fuck 🥵🥵🔥🔥.

Buy anyway, here's my attempt

This would definitely be Locker Room AU Clexa. During one of their usual late night workouts with the gym to themselves, Lexa doing some casual yoga while Clarke lifts weights.

Eventually, Lexa starts getting horny so she decides it's time to goad Clarke into fucking her. She starts off with downward dog and other poses that mean she can show off her ass in tight leggings, conveniently pointed in Clarke’s direction.

She teases for a while before Clarke eventually snaps, and it's while Lexa's in the plow pose that she senses Clarke’s approach.

Looking up from her position on her back, legs over her head and ass high in the air, Lexa smirks at the look of pure lust on Clarke's face, and the noticeable bulge in her gym shorts.

"How long can you hold that pose for?" Clarke says as she drops a hand into her shorts, fisting her cock as she stares lustfully at Lexa.

"Not long, but I need your cock in me, now," Lexa pleads, wiggling her butt enticingly.

Answering with a growl, Clarke dives in, not even bothering to take Lexa's leggings off, just ripping a hole in the crotch. As usual, Lexa isn't wearing underwear, so Clarke is blessed with a direct view of her drenched pussy, begging to be fucked.

Haphazardly shoving her shorts just far enough down to free her dick, Clarke lines up and slides into Lexa's cunt, both letting out noises of relief as Clarke bottoms out.

"God, I need you fast and hard, Clarke. Fuck me," Lexa begs, hoping she had the stamina to hold the position long enough to get off.

"Fuck, as you wish," Clarke says as she plants her feet wide, gripping Lexa's thighs as she sets of a blistering pace.

"Ahhh ooooo uhhhhhh mmmmphhhh," are the only noises Lexa is capable of as she is unceremoniously pounded into the mat.

"Oh fuck, Lexa. not gonna last. So fucking hot," Clarke manages to grunt out as she slams her hips into Lexa's.

The empty gym is filled with wet slapping sounds as Clarke chases her pleasure, Lexa holding on for dear life as she got exactly what she asked for, and some.

It's filthy, it's dirty and utterly fucking wild but Lexa can't get enough of Clarke looking so damn powerful jackhammering into her.

Rhythmic slap, slap, slap echoes around them as Clarke's breathing gets heavier and her grip gets tighter on Lexa's thighs.

"Oh, fuck. Gonna cum, can't hold it," Clarke’s thrusts are becoming erratic as she closes in on her orgasm.

"Cum in me!" Lexa cries, muscles aching as she holds on, wanting Clarke to cum so she could release the pose.

"Ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh," Clarke groans out as she buries herself, filling Lexa with her cum. She slides to the mat in exhaustion, Lexa falling out of the pose with her as her legs spread to wrap around Clarke.

"That was so fucking hot, Lexa," Clarke says, face to face now thay have ended up in the missionary position on the gym floor. "But I know you didn't cum," she says with a wink before descending down Lexa's fatigued body to eat her out.

Feeling Clarke’s tongue on her clit and the memories of the fucking she just gave her meant Lexa was cumming very quickly, gushing over Clarke’s tongue as she climaxed.

They lie there for a few minutes recovering before remembering where they are, dashing off to the locker room to clean up.