#pirate!clexa

[talktomeinclexa]

Sink You With a Kiss [Steal Your Heart and Sail Away]

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Some violence

Summary: When their daughter Madi is kidnapped by pirates, Lexa and Roan enlist the help of recently captured pirates to save her. But can they count on Clarke and her crew not to stab them in the back at the first opportunity?

[freerangegoblin]

I’m fucking screaming crying throwing up they were makin this shit the same time every other tv show was burying their gays!!!

fucking clexa the 100 happened at the same time as this fuckass show said ‘actually our main character who is a hypermasculine badass pirate captain kisses boys and it’s nbd’

and it’s not tokenism or fetishization or shoehorned in in any way, it’s an intrinsic PART OF THE STORYLINE and normalized in a way shows still don’t do

AND IT WAS FUCKING 2015

AND THEY STILL AIN’T DOIN IT LIKE THAT

i am still mad about clexa now that i know this was an option lmao

[mozz14]

More pirate Clexa?

[warriornunsgirlfriend]

Storm and Sea (A clexa AU) Chapter Three

For the second time in the span of six hours Clarke woke abruptly. She had hoped that the events from the night before had been some strange nightmare, but her current surroundings proved otherwise. She was in some sort of iron cell at the bottom of the ship. Cold water had splashed in with the morning tide, drenching the hem of her night dress. The spray from the sea had dampened her hair and she shivered, hugging herself for some amount of warmth. A door closed and she could hear voices from ahead, echoing into the passage where her cell stood. She couldn’t make out what the voices were saying but it didn’t matter. A few moments later Lexa appeared, stopping outside of her cell. Clarke only glared back. Tentatively Lexa held her arms out, stepping forward to reach into Clarke’s cell. In her arms sat a clean set of clothes. “I’m sure you’re uncomfortable.” She couldn’t help the scoff that escaped at Lexa’s words. “As if I should trust you.”

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[lexa-griffins]

Pirate Clarke/Mermaid Commander Lexa AU where Clarke's ship is wrecked at sea and she nearly drowns but is saved by a group of very very friendly mermaids who drag her to the Island of Trikru and bring her to their leader, a very unfriendly (to put it lightly) stone faced mermaid Lexa who dislikes humans but allows Clarke to be nursed back to health by her subjects as long as she makes daily efforts to find rescue and leave.

At first Clarke wants to stay because, well, a pirate's life isn't an easy one and here she's surrounded by pretty girls who really really really like her but quickly it becomes all about making the gorgeous stoned faced leader see that she's deserving of staying on her sacred island.

[orangeyouglad8]

So I'm not sure why it too me so damn long to finish your pirate au?! Like seriously forever, and I knew it would be amazing and obviously it did not disappoint one bit. Does Clarke always keep her ship... does she manage to sneak Lexa's for a joy ride or is the punishment death on that one?

Oh, those pirates! I miss them! Clarke keeps her own ship, sails with Lexa’s fleet under the Commander (and in the coalition). She is still the captain, but when she is spending time on the Steltrona, Octavia manages the crew just fine. Before long, Clarke and Lexa beginning running the coalition together, and the other crews accept it and do not challenge it. They bow before them both and Clexa rule the high seas.

[qvert]

In case you missed it

Go check out @ironicsnowflakes story The Water Is Wide that I bribed her into writing :D

[100hearteyes]

- Chapter 4 of my heart with you (a space pirates au).

Clarke tries not to imagine her own dead body squashed on the deck below, although the mental image is hard to evade. She wasn’t made for climbing up and down booms and masts or jumping off them with only a rope to hold on to, much less gliding over sails as she unfurls them. Clarke is good at multitasking, but not that good. Not when her life depends on it.

[wisegirlwrites]

so... here I am with another Clexa fic lol. after screaming about pirates for a few days, I decided to do something about it. enjoy! https://archiveofourown.org/works/28818609/chapters/70681173

[talktomeinclexa]

Not All Treasure's Silver and Gold

By: TalktomeinClexa

Warnings: None

Ratings: Mature

Status: Complete

Summary: “Capitaine, it’s The Flame.”

Of course, of all the pirates that buccaneered in the Caribbean, she had to encounter the worst of them. The Flame was the most dreaded pirate ship to date. No one could remember exactly when it had appeared, as very few sailors had survived an encounter with the frigate and its crew. It was rumoured to be led by the most vicious pirate; a heartless killer only known by their title: The Commander. Clarke could feel beads of sweat running down her back, but it was with a poised voice that she gave her next order. “Ready the cannons!”

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Chapter 1

The sun was beating down on this summery day of 1716. Standing at the forecastle, Captain Clarke Griffin was enjoying the cooling mist that formed every time the bow hit a wave. That morning, The Arkadia had left Roseau, Dominica’s main harbour, and was well on its way back to Guadeloupe, thanks to the tailwinds. If the weather remained clement, they should reach Polis before sunset.

The island, located between the French islands of Martinique and Guadeloupe, had been the theater of deadly conflicts. After years of war, the French and English had agreed to stop fighting over Dominica and declared a neutral territory in 1660. In recent years, however, more and more French had established permanent settlements and coffee plantations. In hopes to officially add Dominica to the French West Indies without any bloodshed, the governor of Guadeloupe had sent Clarke and her brigantine to meet with the most prominent family among the settlers, the Collins.

The 22-year-old blonde had beamed at the chance to prove her worth. Female sailors were still a rarity, and female captains in the Caribbean could be counted on the fingers of one hand. Yet, the young woman had never let her gender or natural beauty deter her from her dreams to command her own ship. After studying medicine with her mother for years, just shy of her 18th birthday, she had stolen a schooner with the help of her childhood friends and sailed around the island. Her parents were furious. The obstinate character of their daughter was a frequent source of lamentation at the Griffin household. But they were forced to admit that the young woman made a pretty good captain. Despite his initial reluctance, the governor of Guadeloupe granted her the commandership of a schooner. Since that day, Captain Griffin and her loyal friends had accomplished many missions for the governor and the Kingdom of France. Beginning with some menial courier tasks, they had been promoted to the transport of distinguished guests and precious cargo.

Having noticed Clarke’s natural leadership and negotiation abilities, the governor entrusted her with this recent diplomatic mission. Sadly, the Collins turned out to be an arrogant, idiotic bunch, refusing Guadeloupe’s support. The youngest son, Finn, even had the nerve to ask for her hand in marriage. The silly boy stated that with a good match such as him, she would not have to be forced to dress like a man and undertake such an unladylike profession. If both Wells and Octavia had not been there to hold her back, she would have castrated him there and then. Suffice to say that the mission was not a success. Clarke was eager to return to Polis, where she would enjoy the taverns’ cheap ale with her companions.

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[agatharioscoven]

I've yet to see the last episode of the 100.

I've yet to actually watch the last three episodes.

Am I excited to see 'Lexa' again? Yes.

Do I understand that this is just bait from j*son to get people to watch the episode and hope to get his new series? Yes.

Do I care that much? No not really.

Lexa will always mean the world to me. I cried like the rest of us when she was killed off. I quit the show for four years.

Knowing that she is Clarkes greatest love doesn't change the fact that her death was devisating.

I am glad they didn't hype Alycia's return. I get that it was a tactic. It worked out better for j*son to not hype her return.

We're all talking about her again. Talking about the show in a semi positive light. But I don't care.

[kloxbian]

Old Romance, Retold, Exactly in the Ancient Way

Synopsis:

“So,” Clarke said, leaning back against Lexa’s shoulder. “Enjoy yourself?”

“Threatening people at swordpoint? How could I not?”

“Hmm. That reminds me.” Clarke reached a hand to curl around Lexa’s head, scratching her scalp before drawing her sword from its sheath. “No weapons while drunk.”

“Oh, come on, I’m not even drunk yet."

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Or the pirate AU where they raid a ship and then get drunk and have sex

WARNING: Contains mature content (i.e sex). Very heavy on dom/sub

Notes:  Inspired by the famous female pirates Anne Bonny and Mary Read, who sailed alongside Calico Jack on the ship William, who were even believed by some to have been romantically involved. I thought it was fitting.

And because this is smut, I technically can’t post it here, so

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[bigonsarcasm]

Idea #6

Me again. I'm thinking a lot today.

In an AU, Lexa's parents are killed by pirates that attack and board their ship. Child g!p Lexa is hidden during the attack, but is discovered when the pirates search the ship. She is taken aboard the pirates' ship and made to work as a cabin boy. (Because that's what they think she is.) Years pass and Lexa lives and works on the pirate ship as a boy/man, but always wishes she could get off the ship and find the only family she has left and/or find someone to help her start one of her own. Her hopes are beginning to dwindle when they run upon a shipwreck and see a girl floating on some of the wreckage. Clarke is bought aboard the ship and is befriended by Lexa who keeps her safe from the other pirates. They grow closer and Lexa eventually reveals to Clarke that she is a woman just with a penis and tells her how she wants to leave the ship to find her sister. Clarke is shocked by the revelation, but hides it well and tells Lexa she wants to return home to her parents if she could only escape. Lexa falls in love with Clarke, but keeps her feelings hidden thinking that Clarke couldn't love someone like her and that she'd only be happy back with her parents. What will happen when/if they leave the ship? Will they part ways? Will Lexa have the courage to tell Clarke her feelings?

[warriornunsgirlfriend]

Storm and Sea (Chapter Two)

“Do you want help with that?” she was interrupted by Lexa’s pointed gaze and question. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“Help with what?”

The corners of Lexa’s mouth lifted ever so slightly into a knowing smile, “Your corset… you seem uncomfortable….”

“I- oh.” Clarke could feel her cheeks redden and she glanced away, swallowing nervously. In truth she was very uncomfortable. The laces cut against her back and she felt as if she felt as if the contraption had somehow gotten impossibly tighter around her ribcage in the last few minutes. She had to wonder if she would be able to make it through the entire luncheon with the blasted contraption cutting off her air supply. She studied Lexa for a moment, trying very hard not to think about the little flutter Lexa’s smile sent into her stomach. It couldn't be any different from Raven helping her change.

“Yes please….” She finally conceded. “My mother assures me that this is the new fashion but the laces are torture.” Lexa’s smile widened ever so slightly and she slid behind Clarke, her hands sliding to her waist to turn her to the mirror again. “That’s because you’re wearing it wrong.”

Clarke turned to face her reflection, ignoring the way Lexa’s hands against her sent a warmth flooding through her body or the way her breath tickled against her ear.

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[happinessandcharcoal]

just having some feeelings about smol lexa being thrown into the pirate life and all the astronomy and praying to the ocean gods. not to mention singing a sea shanty across the calm waters at nightt and fingers calloused from practicing all the knots

@chaoticspaces i’m on an aesthetic binge help me

[orangeyouglad8]

Oh You’ll Find Me Between (The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea) XXIX

Previously on Pirate!AU   I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI XXVII XXVIII

They walk Titus to the balcony of Nia’s stronghold. The one that reaches out over the jagged rocks and cresting waves below.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t whimper or make a sound.

He stands resolute at the end.

Lexa doesn’t look away from him. The disappointment and betrayal clear on her face.

Clarke expects her to say something, but she doesn’t. She stands still and proud, her hand gripping her dagger and her coat buttoned up.

She is the Commander now. Titus may have betrayed Lexa, betrayed Clarke, but he will be punished by the Commander. His duties to keep her safe, to guide and advise her, broken the moment he helped Nia. The moment he moved against Clarke.

The moment he decided his life was worth more than his loyalty.

Lexa reaches for the knife she keeps belted on her thigh and hands it to Clarke with a small nod.

Clarke steps forward, the blade heavy in her hands. Titus finally looks at her then and all the hatred and fear she felt radiating off of him when they met is still there. It makes it easier, to slice into him. To draw blood and push him over the edge of the balcony. To send him to the sea to fight with the salt gods for his soul.

And when it is done, Lexa expels and heavy breath and marches back into the stronghold, her long coat sweeping behind her.

Xx

Clarke sits and waits for Lexa and Roan to discuss what comes next, watching their tete-a-tete from the opposite side of the room.

It becomes clear very quickly that Roan will prove a useful ally and capable leader, ready to work together to aid the coalition rather than fight.

Lexa looks astounding there. Her presence in full force as she calmly and skillfully makes her way through the negotiations. The Ice Queen may have looked regal sitting on her throne but Lexa, Lexa looks formidable and beautiful.

Majestic.

Raw.

And Clarke’s heart burns with love for her.

She wants nothing more than to kiss her, hold her in her arms. Tell her again and again how much she loves her.

But their duties are not yet finished.

And until they are, Lexa will remain as stoic and proper as always. And Clarke will sit and sulk.

Xx

Roan finally escorts them back to the Ark. They move quickly and quietly, the guards they pass bow their heads to their new leader and the Commander.

Lexa sets a quick pace and Clarke follows them both, laboring slightly after the adrenaline rush wore off. Her body sore and tender, aching and bruised.

She wants her bed.

A long, full sleep.

A certain warm body next to her.

Roan bids them farewell, bows to Lexa and shakes Clarke’s hand. “You’re one hell of a spitfire, Griffin.”

She laughs, “You have no idea, Roan.”

When she looks at Lexa, she can see the hint of a smirk, the hint of agreement on her face.

They row quickly to the Ark.

Lexa looks at her openly.

Unashamed.

“How badly are you hurt?” Her voice is quiet and private.

“Nothing a hot bath, stiff drink, and good sleep can’t fix.” She smiles at Lexa, trying to ease the worry that sits on her brow.

“Clarke,” Lexa admonishes.

“Really, Lexa. I’m okay. It’s been a long day.”

“It has.”

Lexa stops the discussion but leans into Clarke’s space. Her shoulder resting against Clarke’s, her warmth comforting.

They’re almost back to the Ark before Clarke breaks the silence again.

“When did you plan that?”

Lexa is silent.

Clarke doesn’t drop it. “I know it wasn’t with me, so when did you have the time to plan that?”

She works her jaw before she answers. “This morning. Before Roan came to collect you.”

“Did he know?”

Finally, she looks at Clarke. “Yes.”

And Clarke feels the last bit of tension leave her body. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t risk it.”

A flare of something hot and angry flashes in Clarke’s belly. “That was foolish, Lexa.”

Lexa takes the heat that comes at her and smirks that smirk. “You think you’re the only adventurous one? Have you learned nothing about me in our dance on the seas thus far?”

She’s teasing, calming Clarke with her words and her lips.

It’s working.

Still, Clarke fights back. “I would have felt better knowing you were there with me.”

“I’m sorry, Clarke. It had to be this way.”

Clarke grumbles until they’re just under the shadow of the Ark. “I know.”

Xx

The crew is shocked when it is not Azgeda climbing on board, but their own Captain.

She greets everyone and runs down to the hold where Octavia, Raven and Murphy are being kept, throwing open the door and rushing inside to set them free.

They all tackle hug her, astounded and confused, but ecstatic.

Raven won’t let go and squeals in her ear even as they struggle to stand and join the rest of the crew on deck.

“You fucking rascal, Clarke. What the fuck is wrong with you?! How could you do that to us?” Raven is yelling but smiling and Clarke knows. There is still love there, there is still loyalty.

There is an absolute unshakeable bond that will never fade.

“I know, I know, I’m terrible and awful. I fail at friendship and piracy. I’ll explain it to you all after I get some fucking rum.”

“You better, Griff. I don’t worry over just anyone and you had us shitting bricks in here.” Murphy sasses and Clarke nods her head.

“I’m sorry for all of that. I wanted you three out of the way in case this all turned to shit. I wasn’t sure how the Ice Queen would react or if I’d even be successful.”

“Successful with what?”

“Let’s head up and I’ll explain it, yeah?”

Xx

Lexa waits until everyone is asleep before she pads quietly into Clarke’s room. Hardly knocking before opening the door just enough for her to slip in. Down to minimal clothing, just a loose shirt and her pants, her boots already unbuckled.

Clarke has been waiting for her, propped up in her bed with a book and warm under the furs.

The look on Lexa’s face makes Clarke’s heart flutter as she simply stands there looking at Clarke.

Breathing and filling the room with her energy.

Clarke feels calmer just looking at her.

“I love you.”

When she says it her shoulders relax and a smile spreads across her face. She looks giddy and alive. Even though it’s barely a whisper. Barely an acknowledgment. Like she almost can’t believe the words left her lips.

Clarke holds out her hand, signaling for her to come to bed. Grabbing the air in front of her wishing it was Lexa.

But Lexa stands still with that silly grin on her face and still doesn’t move. “I love you, Clarke.”

It comes out stronger this time. And her smile grows impossibly bigger.

“I love you, too. Now come over here so I can kiss you.”

She does. Finally. Two strides and she’s on the bed, Clarke’s face in her hands and her lips where they belong.

It’s a magical kind of kiss.

Solidifying.

Spectacular.

It reaches inside of Clarke and takes everything she’s got.

And Clarke freely hands it over.

Aware that this girl, this impossible rascal of a pirate, this astonishing being, has her heart.

Lexa moves onto the bed and settles herself on top of Clarke, kissing her neck softly and humming, happy to be here.

Happy to be with Clarke.

Clarke lets her hands roam over Lexa’s back.

Feels the moment drift into something else.

They lay quietly together for a long stretch. Breathing deeply and sharing soft, sleepy kisses.

“How are you?” Clarke finally asks, too afraid to do so before.

Lexa is quiet so long, Clarke is afraid she’s fallen asleep. But her voice is hushed when she does answer. “Sad. Frustrated.” She pauses for a long moment. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Lexa props herself up and looks Clarke in the eyes, the hurt layered in her irises is plain to see. “I do, I put you in harm’s way. I didn’t control TItus when I had the chance. “

“I put my own self in harm’s way, it’s my life. I’ve always done it and I don’t plan on changing anytime soon.”

Lexa clenches her jaw.

“I’m yours now, Lexa. But I’m still me. I’m still a pirate. I’m still going to make foolish decisions and be stubborn and headstrong and probably get myself into trouble more than I should.” She pauses and pecks Lexa’s lips, “But that’s what you fell in love with.”

“I did,” Lexa smiles and deepens the kiss for a moment.

“Titus had it out for me from the beginning. As soon as he met me. Because he could see the way you looked at me.”

“And how do I look at you?” She teases and Clarke can’t help but laugh.

“Like I fell from the stars after hanging the moon.”

Lexa laughs and rolls her eyes, “I do no such thing. You are quite the liar, Griffin.”

“Hmm… think whatever you want, I know the truth!” She kisses Lexa again. Simply cannot help herself. The small kisses speaking more than words.

“We’ll argue about this tomorrow.” She says around a yawn. “Are you sore?”

“A little bit. My knees hurt, my shoulders. I’ve had worse,” Clarke shrugs it off. Pouts as Lexa stands to undress, throwing her clothes at the end of the bed.

She pulls back the furs and slides in, kissing Clarke’s stomach where Titus elbowed her. Caressing her wrists, still red and chafed from her ties. Her warm skin on Clarke’s feels better than any medicine or salve ever could.

She is gentle and loving and so soft. So different from the hardened Commander.

Clarke feels better just with the tiny brushes of her lips on all the sore, reddened parts of her skin.

Lexa hums into it before each kiss, reverent and soothing.

Clarke brushes long hair off of her face and smiles when green eyes look up and lock on her own.

When she finally settles on top of Clarke again, eyes drooping and tired, Clarke kisses the crown of her head and runs her hands along Lexa’s lithe back.

It feels right and good and perfect and Clarke falls into a deep sleep.

Xx

“Captain Griffin, are you ready to swear your allegiance to this coalition? To protect this alliance with every cannon and every weapon on your ship? To protect the way of life we have all come to willingly, with full hearts and fire in our souls? To sail with me? To keep our secrets and our myths? To swear your ship to this fleet for the good of all? For the safety and freedom of the seas?

“I am.” Clarke’s voice is steady and sure as she bows her knee before Lexa.

Lexa who stands as regal as ever before her throne. The other captains of the coalition bearing witness, as Clarke becomes a part of their group.

As Clarke and her crew and the Ark become the thirteenth piece.

Lexa nods, her eyes not as stern as they were before. The next part of her oath must be made in the Commander’s language.

They practiced every night in bed for days. Lexa teaching her the meaning, the weight of the words.

Clarke wants them to roll freely from her tongue.

Lexa speaks. Clarke repeats, “Oso kik raun, ogeda, soulou. Ai laik yu gona, ai na get raun, you.”

Lexa holds her hand out signaling for Clarke to take it.

To rise.

There is devotion on her face, for only an instant.

She nods again.

They speak the last part together.

“Yumi na teik, Won sonraun au?”

And Clarke knows the words are already true.

Has already stood next to Lexa. Faced a foe.

Taken a life.

A life that threatened them both.

It’s not even a question. There is no doubt.

The ceremonial blade is placed against Clarke’s skin, slicing into the flesh and drawing a pool of crimson to the surface. Lexa moves it to her own, slicing in the same spot and pulling the black blood above the skin.

And both move their hands over the small fire in the urn between them, squeezing their blood onto the hot coals below.

Listening to the hiss as the liquid is swallowed by the flame.

Lexa shares a look with Clarke then.

She’s not the Commander for a blink, and then two, before adjusting and addressing those around them.

“It is finished. Clarke Griffin has become the Thirteenth.” Lexa announces. Pulls Clarke beside her and presents her to the alliance, their hands clasped between them.

Xx

“Clarke,” Lexa growls.

“Hmm?”

“We’re late.”

Lexa’s hands betray her words, clinging to Clarke. Keeping her close.

Clarke doesn’t remove her lips from skin. “What’s a few more minutes, then?” She nips and feels a rush when Lexa gasps.

“We have to address the crew and you need to go back to your ship before you ruin my reputation.”

“What reputation is that? Stoic stick in the mud who never gets laid?”

Lexa’s fingers dig deeper and she growls again. “The Commander has certain expectations to maintain.”

“So do I. I never leave a girl hanging.” Clarke slides her hand lower, feeling the heat. “You’ll have to be quiet though. We don’t need the crew overhearing you, Commander.”

The ship sways beneath their feet as Clarke pushes Lexa harder against the wall of Lexa’s quarters, propping her up with her body as she slides her fingers where Lexa needs them.

“I wasn’t aware speed was your thing,” she gasps as her head lands on Clarke’s shoulder.

“It is when we haven’t had any alone time together in days.” Clarke picks up speed, using her hips to thrust.

“The work of the coalition is important,” Lexa husks. Her hips moving with Clarke’s now.

“So are you. So are we.” She adjusts her stance and dips deeper.

Lexa bites back a groan then, her breath hot and ragged against Clarke’s neck.

It only takes a minute longer before she comes on Clarke’s hand with a sharp cry, strangled as she bites Clarke’s neck. Soothing it with kisses as she comes down from the high.

Clarke helps her adjust her coat, her belt. Puts the hat back on top of her head and smiles before kissing her sweetly.

Lexa’s looks as amused as ever with Clarke. Eyes brimming with that new depth that burrows into Clarke.

“I love you.”

“I know.”