#nyc clexa

[kpforpresident]

Does that mean more smut for ny clexa is /coming/ soon 🤞

I’m working this weekend on chapter 6 for CYFMH but if you have any requests lmk lovely 💗

[kpforpresident]

~or~ (NY Clexa Date Night Edition)

Clarke stalks behind Lexa like a predator tracking their prey, jeweled eyes dark in the warm candlelight that flickers throughout their shared bedroom. Lexa feels her stomach swoop in response to the hazy need that clouds her girlfriend's eyes, warmth diffusing through her bones at how Clarke cannot seem to pry her gaze off of the lip that Lexa pulled between her teeth in response to the slow, seductive chase that had been instigated. Clarke pulls her phone from someone that Lexa cannot track, hitting a single button on the home screen before sliding it onto their dresser. Clarke had failed to fully pick out an outfit before Lexa had revealed their later reservation. Dress pants slung over slender hips, Clarke's top half was clad only in a lacy bra that just barely covered what Lexa knows very well are a pair of perfect rose-capped nipples.

Slinky music rumbles out of the speaker perched on their narrow windowsill, a man's voice singing seductively over a low bass line. Lexa feels herself practically throb in response, a Pavlovian reaction to what she knows is the sex playlist that Clarke had curated over the years that they'd been together.

Clarke smirks at Lexa's response, the heave of her chest as she feels herself pulled towards Clarke like a star into a black hole- constant, inevitable.

Lexa nudges herself onto the bed in one swift movement, eyes focused at the pulse that beats like a hummingbird's wings at the side of Clarke's slender neck.

"Now, love," Clarke hums thoughtfully as she settles between Lexa's slightly trembling legs, tracing nonsensical shapes onto goose-bump dappled thighs as she gently, slowly lifts one of Lexa's high heel-clad feet to rest over her shoulder. Lexa whimpers in response, wiggling slightly so that her emerald-green silk dress rides up to settle around her hips.

Clarke's hands pause, a thoughtful pointer finger tracing circles on Lexa's hipbone as she takes in Lexa- pupils blown wide, a single strand of hair falling out of her carefully pinned updo, kiss-bruised lower lip clamped tightly between straight white teeth.

"We don't want to ruin my face, beautiful," Clarke hums as she inches closer to where Lexa could feel herself becoming wetter by the second, shining gaze fixed on the rapidly dampening underwear that covered her.

"After all, I need to look worthy of being on your arm when we go out to dinner, don't I?"

Lexa only hums distractedly in response, hitching a sharp gasp through her teeth when Clarke presses an open mouthed kiss to her clothed center, lips lingering as bright eyes flick up to gauge Lexa's reaction. She eases slender fingers under the lacy band of Lexa's underwear, nudging the pair off over a shaking leg.

"That's my girl. Now, be good and don't smudge my eye makeup, baby. I want to hear you."

[cascowriteswords]

i know it's late on a thursday night but @kpforpresident is working on answering some prompts and we wouldn't want her to actually catch up on those so i think y'all should go send her some more, as a treat

[slow--kisses]

I just realized I never post pictures on here. This is me a bilingual and bisexual Dominican female. 🌸

[fratboykate]

If Love’s So Easy, Why Is It Hard?

Chapters: 41/41 Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Rating: Mature Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa, Anya, Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake, Lincoln, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Titus, Echo, Bellamy Blake, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, Maya Vie, Harper, Emori, John Murphy, Gustus, Original Child Characters, More people show up down the line so I’ll add them as they come Additional Tags: Modern AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Drama, Anya & Lexa are siblings, Lexa & Costia (Mentioned), Clexa Babies, Clexa Family, Pregnant Clarke, Blood, Character Death Summary:

Two moms, four kids. What could possibly go wrong? The Griffin-Woods family seemingly has a perfect life, at least until Lexa’s (over?)zealousness as NYC’s top young prosecutor means she starts making some very dangerous enemies whose only goal is to remove her from the equation. By any means necessary.

[AO3 LINK]  -//-  [SOCIAL MEDIA AU]

[cantgetoutofmyheda]

Hey, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind me asking, but I’m looking for a Clexa fix I read forever ago.

Clarke and Lexa are childhood sweethearts and broken up, Lexa leaves Clarke after a misunderstanding and then I. The future they run I to each other again and start rebuilding their friendship and falling for one another.

Lexa manages the hospital Clarke works at in NYC. There’s a scene with Motown songs.

I have not read this but would LOVE to. Anyone know which fic this is?

[wayhaughterthanyou]

NYC pride!!!!!!!! Kinda became a mix of clexa and wayhaught this year 😍 Super excited to kick off QueerTV with a bang!!!!!

[bladesnwaves]

Wouldn’t it be dope to have a The 100 float during the pride parade?....Sea Mechanic, Clexa, Bryan and Miller, Niylah.

[femininenachos]

So fell down the Gaylor Swift rabbit hole and am now convinced Tay is “queer” (shoutout Swiftgron ) but had to beard.. And now I’m picturing Roan making #CTTC Clarke closet and beard when she becomes more famous and mainstream. Because it seems it’s extremely hard for actors to make it big in the industry and be out. And how Clexa handles it?

Idk, is being openly queer such an impediment to success in the entertainment industry these days? Things have come a long way. There are plenty of others who have blazed a trail. I mean, Clarke might never star in a ‘family friendly’ Disney movie, if One Million Moms and their ilk had anything to do with it, but those aren’t the kind of roles she’s interested in anyway. (Hasn’t stopped bi queen Angelina Jolie, though.)

I think people who are already super famous and in the closet have more to ‘lose’. But if someone is out from the beginning, like Clarke is, and never tried to conceal it then it’s a bit different. Not saying she wouldn’t encounter any discrimination or be passed over for a job, but I’d like to think her transparency might lead to more opportunities with queer creators too (thinking of Ryan Murphy’s tendency to use a stable of LGBTQ+ actors in his projects, for instance).

Regardless, feigning straight conformity isn’t Clarke’s style. She’s had to endure certain things to advance her career - diets; personal trainers; showing a little cleavage at auditions; appearing in crappy, direct-to-VoD horror movies - but she’d draw the line at a fake boyfriend.

Unlike TSwift, Clarke hasn’t sprung from a place that skews heavily conservative, so their situations aren’t really comparable. Clarke is from NYC. She had the privilege of being raised by liberal parents who always encouraged her to express every aspect of her identity. She comes from the theatre world. Her bisexuality is not something she’s ever felt ashamed about and she would be livid at anyone who suggested she hide that part of herself, even if she wasn’t currently in a relationship with Lexa. Clarke is ambitious, but success and mainstream adulation aren’t more important than her integrity, self respect, and desire to be positive representation for her community. At the same time, she’s not exactly screaming it from the rooftops either. She goes to Pride. Has a rainbow flag emoji in all her social media profiles. Posts photos of herself with Lexa on Insta. She’s casually out in her everyday life without wanting to divulge tons of personal details in a public or professional setting.

But also, Clarke getting a beard would absolutely not fly with Lexa. She’d sooner end things than watch Clarke parade around town with showmance male arm candy. Meanwhile it’s an open secret in the industry that Clarke is shacked up with a woman? Nah, Lexa isn’t about that life.

Sorry if it seems like I’m shutting your idea down too abruptly, because I do appreciate the question and it’s an interesting discussion point! I just don’t see Clarke agreeing to go down that route or even considering it as an option.

[devilbastard666]

Can I get someone's option for a scene that I'm writing. I want to know if you like it or do I need to add a bit more. My story is GTA X - Empire City, it's a crossover fanfiction with Clexa and Supercorp, and it takes place in NYC. (THIS IS NOT AN A/B/O TYPE OF STORY!!!!!!)

This scene that I'm writing is Clexa related. In the story, Clarke is straight, single and has two teenage kids, and she's from Compton, California, and Lexa is a lesbian, single and has kids (not hers though) and she's from Texas (so if you see the words The Lone Star State, that's Texas). Lexa is a flirtatious one who owns a coffee shop and she's known Clarke for about two years and they're on a first name basis. They are not dating! (Yet, wink wink😉😉)

Lexa then tells Clarke a bit of her backstory about her coming out.... This is what I wrote. 👇👇👇👇

[kpforpresident]

Do you have any smutty headcanons or snippets for plant shop clexa?

Sorry bb I’ve been eyeballs deep in transcription cleaning for some qualitative interviews I’m doing for work and also just schoolwork 🥴 life is kicking my ass rn lol. I have a few posted if you scroll through my Tumblr, and I do my best to also cross-post them to A03 if you’d prefer to read there 🖤

[lon3lynation]

A Clexa AU Story that includes a soul searching road trip, long-distance friendship to relationship, phone conversations and Clarke demanding her car back from a thieving dick Lexa. Oh, and a lot of internal Lexa thoughts.

Chapter 3: Drive

Previous Chapter

"Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear Take the wheel and steer

It's driven me before And it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal But lately I am beginning to find That I should be the one behind the wheel

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there with open arms and open eyes

Whatever tomorrow brings I'll be there, I'll be there"

Drive by Incubus

6 straight hours.

Over 340 miles.

Lexa drove through Pennsylvania from NYC, stopping only once at a rest stop for a bathroom break and a gas refill. Anxiety had kept her alert during the whole drive but her tensed muscles and slightly blurred vision would be protesting by morning.

When the sunrise slowly made its appearance, now in the State of Virginia, she finally allowed herself to relax and exhale a tired breath. It felt like she had been holding it in the whole duration of her trip.

She had lost count of how many times she had checked her mirrors, filled with the paranoia that a police car would be on her tail. It was a challenge to resist the temptation to speed. With her luck, she would be seen and pulled over for speeding.

If that happened, it all would have ended for her right there. Over before it even had a chance to really begin. It would be her priority now to avoid making any reckless mistakes. She didn't need to arouse any sort of suspicion. Lexa usually did well going unnoticed and she didn't want that to change.

She really wanted - no, needed - to continue this soul searching voyage of hers. It truly felt like whatever she was searching for, it was just out of reach. Her fingers ached to stretch and grasp tightly to what she hoped would make her feel like a whole person again and that it had all been worth it.

In Richmond, VA, Lexa finally made the decision to allow her body to get its much deserved rest. Her eyes needed to rid itself of its blurry tired vision before it would be too risky to be on the road still.

Spotting the next available motel, she made the turn into the parking lot and parked the Jeep into an available spot before cutting the engine. She grabbed her backpack before hesitating for a minute to snatch Clarke's cell phone and shoving it into her jeans' pocket.

Moments later, Lexa entered her motel room and collapsed heavily onto the full-sized bed. It was nothing fancy, her room, but it was comfortable enough and clean. She didn't need anything more than that.

Between the thrill of successfully stealing a car, the post-anxiety, the whole unexpected conversation with Clarke and hours on the road, she was truly exhausted. Lexa didn't want to move a single inch but she mustered enough energy to move her backpack and the accidentally stolen phone onto a nearby table.

After she had abruptly ended the phone call with Clarke last night, she had felt a greater need to get out and far away from New York. It seemed very likely that the car would've been reported stolen shortly after that conversation. She had made it clear that she would not be returning the car back to Clarke.

It would be what any normal person whose car was stolen would do, right? Lexa knew if she had been the one with a stolen car, she would've instantly called the police and filed a report. She wouldn't have cared to amend things peacefully if she had been the one robbed.

Then again, she doubted that many people would've actually attempted to call the person who had stolen their property and try to get them to return it. She was pretty sure that wasn't a customary thing that happened between criminals and their unfortunate victims. That didn't seem to fit the case for Clarke.

Clarke did say she wasn't going to give up, that she was determined. She said she wouldn't report the car stolen. Apparently, the woman liked to go against the norm and do things differently.

Like making Lexa feel almost guilty during their call before she quickly ended it. She couldn't have that. She had gone through with her plan, got the car, left New York, and she wasn't about to let a stranger convince her to give it all up.

If she was ever going to return to New York, then it would be after she had reached the west coast and if she still wanted to be on the road, she would travel back east. As far as she was concerned, that wouldn't happen for some time. Months, even.

So, she pushed it to the back burner, deciding that nothing would force her to turn around. She wasn't about to let some deluded girl ruin her much overdue soul searching.

However, the whole thing did leave her unsure if there was a BOLO out on the car or not now. If there was, then she would put one of the fake plates she brought with her on the bumper. If there wasn't a report made, then she would most likely hold off on switching the plates. It was irritating how unconventional Clarke made this whole situation for her.

Lexa sighed tiredly before falling back into the bed, kicking her shoes off to the carpeted floor with soft thuds. More thoughts would have to wait for later. Her eyes were drifting shut and before she knew it, she was out like a light.

Someone is pounding on the door so loudly that it startles Lexa upright from where she lay sleeping on the bed. She freezes in position as she struggles to process what she's hearing and what it means.

A stranger banging on your door is never a good sign. Her heartbeat is quickly matching the quick pace of the pounding and breathing suddenly feels difficult. For a moment, Lexa finds herself feeling like a scared kid, wanting to close her eyes and wish the bad thing to go away.

But isn't she the bad thing that's now apparently trapped in the motel room?

Lexa jumps out of bed and runs toward the door, planting her back against it. The hard knocks send vibrations up and down her spine.

"Police! Open up right now!"

Shit, they found her.

Run! Escape! Go now!

Her mind shouts at her but Lexa's only way to escape is already compromised by the cops standing right outside her door. There is no way of getting past them, much less escaping their notice.

They have caught her.

She deflates, not understanding how she was found so quickly, but knows that she needs to surrender now.

"Okay! I'm co-...", she begins to alert them but suddenly trails off when hearing a muffled countdown from the other side.

No.

She tries to jump away in time but the door bursts open, splinters raining down everywhere and there's so much chaos.

She falls... and falls into infinite darkness to be devoured for all the sinful things she's done.

"No!"

Lexa shot awake, gasping out in fright as she quickly searched the room for anything or anyone out of place. There's nothing to be seen or heard. It was just her alone in a motel room after she had fallen asleep on the bed.

"I thought I was done with these dreams," she groaned to herself before smacking her hand down on the mattress in annoyance. After taking a moment to calm down, she eventually sighed to herself. "How long was I out?"

Slipping out of bed, she did a full-body stretch and observed the clock on the wall. Apparently, she was asleep for only 4 hours before the nightmare had woke her up. She had not missed the dreams. It's been nearly 3 years free of them haunting her unconsciousness.

She initially began having dreams when she learned how to successfully steal and found herself loving the thrill it provided. That first year was the hardest for her to come to terms with what she was doing. There was a lot of guilt, feeling torn between her morals and feeling unsure of how the hell to justify her actions.

There was also the fact that she feared she would get caught in the act every single time she did it and that police would instantly appear to toss her into jail. Of course, Anya totally loved to tease her about that but she also understood what Lexa was feeling and helped her come to terms with herself.

The dreams lessened after that and eventually, it stopped for good. It must've returned due to going through with her plan last night and the stress that followed after. Stealing a vehicle felt like a much bigger deal compared to the usual thievery she did to get by. It wasn't the same as being her friend's accomplice when she did it either.

With a little more time to process everything, she felt confident that things would go back to normal for her. She would find a way to deal like always. Until then, getting some food inside her to refuel sounded like heaven. The next step of her plan needed some figuring out, after all.

Deciding the little cafe next door would do, she readied herself before catching sight of the cell phone that laid on the table.

Right, that too.

She needed to decide what to do with it.

Snatching the phone up, she left her room and set about ordering lunch.

There were only a handful of people inside, so Lexa quickly found a desirable seat by the window after receiving and paying for her order. Removing the phone from her pocket, she set it on the table in front of her to stare at while preparing her coffee to her liking.

She could only imagine what she would find if she were to turn the phone back on. Missed calls, she predicted. Possibly all from Clarke if her hanging up on her didn't crush the woman's hopes of convincing her to return the car. It was safe to say she was curious, maybe, too curious for her own good.

Her mentor would tell her that keeping it could put her at risk of having her location tracked and to toss the phone in the dumpster. Be done with it. That'd be the most logical thing to do to keep yourself safe.

However, she could make good use of the phone for directions and to see if there was anything worth seeing before leaving Virginia. If she happened to also learn more about the person that confronted her over the phone, well, it didn't seem like too terrible of an idea. It could be useful to her if she heard from Clarke again.

Unwrapping her sandwich to take a bite, she turned the phone on with her free hand and observed the blue casing adorned with stickers before the welcome greeting for Clarke popped up. Swiping it aside to unlock the screen, which luckily wasn't password-protected, Lexa found her curiosity peaked at the photo used as the background.

Three young women, two of them dark-haired and a blonde, had their arms around each other. It appeared they were all in the middle of laughing when the picture was taken. It made the corner of Lexa's mouth twitched upwards for a moment. Last time she could remember having a picture taken of her looking so carefree had been with Costia. Her old wounds subtly ached at the reminder. It's been so long ago.

Lexa forced the reminder and ache away to refocus on the photo. She had felt a slight sense of recognition while looking at the three women. Her eyes kept going back to the blonde and the brunette with her hair down.

Oh.

She hadn't been close enough to really see their features well enough at the time but she remembered a blonde exiting the driver's side of the car and her friend out of the passenger side. O, had been the caller ID from last night. O and Clarke were in the photo with another friend of theirs.

That must mean the young woman with blonde hair was most likely Clarke. It had to be. Surprisingly, her first thought was that the girl had a very attractive smile and she wondered what her laughter sounded like. There had been nothing light in Clarke's tone when she finally answered the call. Her voice was filled with anger, desperation, and eventually, it softened toward the end as she tried to get Lexa to trust her.

She would never admit it out loud but normally girls with gruff voices like Clarke's tended to be a turn on for her. It apparently didn't sway far from that even when being called a thieving dick in that voice. Thankfully at the time, she was more distracted with the whole escaping New York thing to realize there was more than just amusement at the comment.

Shaking her head free of the realization, Lexa was glad to remain guilt-free and felt rather confident that Clarke would do just fine without her car.

Clearing her throat, she took a sip of her coffee as she decided to look for extra confirmation by clicking on the Instagram icon. It was still signed into Clarke's account. Her lips parted at seeing the deep blue eyes of Clarke's after clicking over to her profile to see her uploaded photos. Her eyes had been scrunched closed mid laughter in the wallpaper picture. Lexa wouldn't be surprised if most people got lost looking into those eyes. It felt like you could learn a lot about Clarke and her emotions if you searched deep enough.

Lexa believed her own eyes were probably empty looking compared to Clarke's. Cold and closed off. Only Anya got to witness her raw emotions once in a great while. It was rare when she would allow herself to crack open enough to let any vulnerability out. She couldn't even remember when she last cried.

Clarke appeared to be her exact opposite. If anything else, she was a reminder of a younger Lexa when she thought she finally found her place in the world and was loved. How things have changed.

Lexa enlarged the most recent photo, noticing it must have been taken last night. It was of Clarke leaning against the outside window of the corner store. An opened beer bottle was held loosely at her side and there were plastic bags filled with alcohol sitting around her feet. Clarke had looked off to the side, showing her profile with a look of irritation.

Beneath the photo it read:

Sorry, guys. I started without you because my car got fucking stolen.

Lexa winced slightly as she glanced at the comments below. Clarke's friends had some choice words for her without knowing the thief would actually end up seeing the comments. It was tempting to respond and perhaps scare them but that would be a pointless mistake to make.

Clarke had replied to one comment to reassure she would still make it to the birthday party. At least Lexa didn't completely ruin her plans. It was sort of strange as her thoughts wandered to what-ifs.

What if she had met Clarke before ever stealing her car?

Lexa believed that if she had seen Clarke at a bar or a club, she would have pursued her for a rare one night stand. She didn't have those as often but once a while she needed intimacy and release.

However, that hadn't been the case for them. Instead, Clarke was a victim to her thievery. There was no changing that even if she wanted to but she didn't, really. What was done, had been done.

Exiting the app, she decided to scroll through several missed calls. All were from Clarke, she suspected, clearly holding her friend's phone hostage over the night. There were also text messages sent to her from the same number - O - which confirmed her suspicions.

'That was rude as hell, you know?'

'Are you going back to ignoring me now? My car better be in one piece.'

'I meant it when I said I wouldn't involve the police. We can settle this between us. It's a win/win. I get my car back and you stay out of jail. Yay?'

'Answerr teh phon e!'

'yoy are such a nasshole. Im drunk and wastng my time calling u.'

'talk to me? please'

"i was shocked to hear ur voice. Youre not like a buff mean dude w/ such a nice feminine voice right? Thatd totally ruin m y imagination.'

And lastly, a text from this morning.

'Morning, criminal who continues to ignore my calls and texts. I'm fine with you not replying to my drunken ones. But can you please keep the car clean, at least?'

Lexa wasn't sure how she managed it, but in between chuckling and grinning into her cooling cup of coffee, she eventually finished her sandwich. It amazed her how persistent Clarke was acting. It was actually a bit impressive, if not also entirely entertaining too.

She was almost tempted to text back, to goad Clarke into another rant and perhaps tease her about already leaving a mess in the car. It'd make a nice distraction when she could use one. It was still a hell of an odd situation, conversing with the person that she stole a car from, but she hadn't expected to find herself intrigued by this Clarke.

Maybe it had been too long of a time since Lexa had really spoken to another woman around her age, much less befriending one. Not to mention that she had been longing for something new, unexpected, and even challenging. Clarke potentially had those attributes and that must be why she had taken an interest in seeing how it would all play out.

It was also a major bonus that Clarke hadn't reported the car stolen yet.

Guess that made the decision for her. She was going to hang onto the phone for the time being. It would be no problem for her to get rid of it quickly though if she ever needed to protect her location.

There was just one little thing that Lexa swore to herself to not do since she was keeping the phone now. If Clarke contacted her, then she would answer her. As for calling Clarke herself, she was absolutely not going to do that.

There had to be a line drawn somewhere.

No matter how much Clarke stated that she could be trusted, Lexa needed to stay guarded, at least for her own sake.

With that in mind, she looked back at the last of Clarke's texts and pondered what to type in response. It'll come to her, she figured, there was a lot to think about today as she continued to plan out her next step and destination. There had to be someplace in Virginia that she should experience before leaving.

Soon, she spotted a shelf filled with brochures of different local attractions by the counter. She picked out a few of them to look through after dumping her sandwich wrapper and cup in the trash.

Sitting back down by the window, Lexa read about Virginia Beach which would take her over an hour to get to the coastline. There was a 100 acres public park and Victorian estate called Maymont. She would visit that since it was in the same city, she was in. Lastly, she learned about Blue Ridge Parkway. The pictures alone were of such beautiful views and she wished to see them in person. It would take her opposite of Virginia Beach and a couple more hours to reach one of the several entrances to the mountain ridge.

A plan began to form in mind as Lexa allowed the anticipation to build. She was really doing this. There were so many places to visit and experience. She hoped they truly matched her expectations and more like they claimed in the brochures. She was tired of disappointment.

Today, she would explore what Maymont had to offer. Virginia Beach and Blue Ridge Parkway would have her back on the road tomorrow. She was ready to witness all that this road trip had to show her.

Having made her decisions, Lexa picked up the cell phone and returned to her motel room. She was in need of a hot shower to further relax her muscles but first, she responded to Clarke's texts with two of her own.

'Are you aware that you're displaying the 7 stages of grief, Clarke?'

'Also now I'm curious to know what you were drunkenly imagining as you thought of me with my nice feminine voice, hm?'

Later, a hangover Clarke would happily grin at finally receiving a response. It soon fell when she groaned softly to herself feeling embarrassed at the reminder of her drunk texting but also intrigued that her car thief fixated on that particular one.

Wasn't that specific conversation sort of…

Flirty?

[karalovesallthegirls]

I saw your answer about clexacon, so if you don’t mind, I have a question, too. A big one. What if, this is the first experience I go to America and clexacon, do I still have a chance to fit in?

listen to me..

listen.

Clexacon is the ideal place to be if you are traveling alone because it’s so quick and easy to make friends. Most of the people I hung out with last year were there by themselves, the furthest traveler I think was a nice girl from Iceland who flew in alone knowing no one. I saw her maybe a dozen times over the weekend and every time she was surrounded by people. We made friends in almost every line and panel we went to, we had strangers give us pizza just because, we made friendship bracelets on the floor of the hallway with strangers who we know are twitter friends with. Some of the buddies I made last year are now the people I’m most excited to see, Beth and I even got to visit one of them when we went to NYC last summer. If you are going to fit in somewhere, it will be here. BUT to do that you are gonna have to step out of your comfort zone. No one is gonna come banging down your hotel door to get you to mingle - you HAVE to take the initiative. Go to every panel that seems interesting to you and talk to the people around you. They have a speed friending event that you really need to do if you’re solo - doing that last year is how we made almost all our weekend buddies. Talk to people in artist alley, talk to people in hallways. If you let yourself quietly watch from the outskirts you won’t make the connections that can make the weekend for you.

also truly if you see me out and about please feel free to say hi. I am obnoxiously friendly and down to clexa-clown. 

[clexaao3feed]

Greatest Time Of Year

by jaykw2614

Clarke and Lexa broke up almost two years ago, but are now trying to be friends again. This Christmas, they are spending separate holidays in The Big Apple. But after boredom sets in they decide to spend some time together to work on their new friendship.

FYI - This fic was originally written and posted on FF.Net a few years ago as a Schmidt x Cece fic for the show New Girl, but I thought it'd be cool to rewrite it as a Clexa fic so I made some serious edits.

Words: 20926, Chapters: 4/7, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, (minor) Octavia Blake/Lincoln

Additional Tags: Clexmas18, 12DaysofClexa, Day 2: A Christmas Story, Posted late, sorry - Freeform, multichapter fic, originally posted on ff.net, originally written for another fandom, Previous Clexa relationship, Exes Clarke & Lexa, Christmas in NYC, Exes to Friends to Lovers (maybe), Feelings resurface, Christmas Fluff

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[commanderalexa]

do you have any fic recommendations of clexa with kids? I read living on a fault line and loved it and want to read another one where they have kids or take care of them because they’re so cute

oh my god, living on a fault line is a GEM! i can think of a few clexa fics with kids :)

1. sisters - “Lexa Woods, mother of two and beloved wife, goes on her final tour with her older sister and second-in-command, Anya, in Tagab before she’s to be relieved of active duty. Everything goes as planned until a fateful roadside bombing leaves the two sisters separated. After Lexa and half of their crew are presumed as K.I.A., Anya is honourably discharged and sent back home to New York where Clarke receives the shocking news of her lover’s untimely death. Anya comforts her younger sister’s wife and children in attempts to honour her promise to Lexa. Only, as the years pass, her ‘comfort’ unforeseeably becomes something more to the both of them. Then – by some miraculous twist of fate – Lexa shows up five years later, changing everything. No one can ever forget that there are two sides to every family.” this is very angsty but it rlly explores the complexities of family.

2. leaving home (my heart never left you) - “Clarke and Lexa were high school sweethearts. The summer after Lexa’s senior year, she leaves without saying goodbye. 7 years later, she comes home. What does she expect to find? Well definitely not the love of her life and a 6 year old daughter she had no idea existed.” way more fluffy than sisters, but less angsty than living on a fault line! 

3. if love’s so easy, why is it hard? - “The Griffin-Woods family seemingly has the perfect life, at least until Lexa’s (over?)zealousness as NYC’s top young prosecutor means she starts making some very dangerous enemies whose only goal is to remove her from the equation. By any means necessary. OR The angsty Modern!AU where Clarke and Lexa deal with the painful aftermath of losing one of their four children.” this a monster of a fic (300k+) and rlly world builds around them as a family and the different dynamics and issues.

4. and we grow - “Lexa and Clarke are still in college when Clarke finds out she is pregnant. From that moment on, Lexa swears that she will be there for Clarke every step of the way. And she is. This is the story of how two best friends raise a child together, and some how fall in love along the way.” this is a rlly cute fic, they’re basically rlly domestic together but its not a “relationship” and its just so great to see how they slowly develop into one.

so far, these are the ones i found in my fic rec page, you can always check there for other fics around other tropes, i can’t recommend all of them enough! hope i helped :)

[fratboykate]

If Love’s So Easy, Why Is It Hard?

Chapters: 38/38 [Chapter word count: 5,070] Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Rating: Mature Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa, Anya, Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake, Lincoln, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Titus, Echo, Bellamy Blake, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, Maya Vie, Harper, Emori, John Murphy, Gustus, Original Child Characters, More people show up down the line so I’ll add them as they come Additional Tags: Modern AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Drama, Anya & Lexa are siblings, Lexa & Costia (Mentioned), Clexa Babies, Clexa Family, Pregnant Clarke, Blood, Character Death, Summary:

Two moms, four kids. What could possibly go wrong? The Griffin-Woods family seemingly has the perfect life, at least until Lexa’s (over?)zealousness as NYC’s top young prosecutor means she starts making some very dangerous enemies whose only goal is to remove her from the equation. By any means necessary.

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