#pregnant lexa

[puthyflapps]

Yesterday I was thinking about this random string of consciousness I wrote in the tags of this post

But then I started thinking about like what if they moved past this issue but Clarke was still struggling to get Lexa to acknowledge her presence outside of their bedroom. So Clarke goes to speak with Raven to try and understand how she managed to whip Anya into shape and at first Raven spins a whole story about how ya know she just used her feminine wiles and skills of seduction to convince Anya to start acting right.

Clarke gives her one of those “uh huh yeah right” looks and Raven admits that she actually took a less dignified route and just cried one night. She cried to Anya and like cried hard. Hyperventilating and snot, the whole thing really and that did it! Clarke seems unsure about whether or not she believes the story at first so Raven explains that while Anya puts on a very tough front, she is actually a big softie and she cannot handle seeing tears.

And for a second, Clarke seriously considers using that method. Hitting Lexa with the blubbering, wobbly lip type crying

[unicorn783]

CLEXA LOST FANFIC!!!

Ok so if I remember correctly it was 8 or so long chapter and it was complete. In the fic Clarke gets pregnant and the father left her or it was a one night stand I don’t remember exactly but she finds out and tells Lexa (who is a lawyer or CEO as always) and basically tells Clarke to move in with her and she helps Clarke through the pregnancy and all that. Lexa is actually in love with Clarke but won’t say anything bc she doesn’t want to ruin what they have. Lexa gets drunk and meets a woman named Riley and they hook up and become FWB but Clarke walks in and gets jealous telling Lexa she doesn’t want her seeing anyone, they chalk up the emotions to Clarke being pregnant. Clarke gives birth to her daughter Bella and kisses Lexa but they never talk about it again. They still live together and Lexa is helping raise Bella while still pinning over Clarke to the point it’s just so painful to watch. Lexa even confesses this to baby Bella. Clarke thinks she’s ready to date again but when she is going on a date bella gets a fever and Clarke cancels, she’s still talking to the other woman as friends and they decide to go out but as friends. Lexa starts drinking with Anya and Octavia(?) and they eventually convince her to go confess to Clarke and they kiss. Please this was the most heart wrenching fic and I thought I had it bookmarked :’)

[bottom-lexa]

How does Lexa accidentally get pregnant in your teen pregnancy fic? Is Lexa not on birth control or does the condom break?

yep lexa's the one who gets pregnant. she's not on birth control but they use condoms 9 times out of 10. it got really heated and they got lost in the moment so they didn't realize they forgot the condom until clarke came and they....both felt it.

[countrymusiclover]

4 - Beginning to Bond

Part 5

Star Crossed Enemies

My body twitched slightly while I was asleep against one of the cave walls until I felt a rough hand shaking me harshly by the shoulder.  The voice nit entirely familiar causing me to draw out a dagger and push it against the person's neck.  “Cassio, wake up.  Cassio  - Cass - it's me.  It's Bellamy.” 

“What were you trying to do, kill me in my sleep?” I glared at him waiting for his response before I ever would lower the weapon. 

“You were screaming in your sleep.  I had one of the other people in my camp have nightmares so I knew it was better to wake up more than let you suffer.” 

I shifted my gaze to meet his deep gaze.  “How old is the person that has nightmares?” 

“She’s just a kid.  Maybe 10 or 11.  Her name is Charlotte.” He explained softly to me. 

Lowering the dagger from his throat I blinked back some tears thinking back to my childhood.  My mom did the best she could but she still always favored Clarke.  Considering she was now down here something really bad must have happened up on the Ark to drop them a down here.  

Clicking my tongue I sent him a weak smile appreciating the gesture.  “Thank you for waking me.  Most of the time I just drag myself out of my nightmares with little relief when I wake up for the first five minutes.” 

“I'm sorry.  That sounds horrible.” 

Shrugging my shoulders I sniffed feeling some tears trying to slip out. “I've been through much worse.  So it's just my life.” 

Grounders don't show weaknesses 

Lexa would be disappointed I was beginning to share information with him.  But she wasn't here.  She wasn't being held prisoner, I was.  I wouldn't disclose our secrets but I could share some of mine.  

“I know we don't know each other but maybe we can start to.  The fog doesn't seem to be clearing anytime soon and I don't really want to burn to death in an attempt to make it back to camp.” He leaned back against the cold cave wall sitting beside me where we saw the green fog still lingering on the outside of the shelter we had found for ourselves. 

Hugging my knees to my chest I raised my brows.  “Are you meaning like a 20 question game?” 

“If you're up to it.  Yeah I am.” He replied pointing at me.  “Ladies first.” 

Biting my lip I paused thinking I should start with basic things.  “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Green.” 

“Mine is orange.” 

The older boy shifted his focus onto me.  “Did you have any friends growing up?” 

“Not really.  There’s a major reason why and it has to do with my relationship with one of people’s doctors.  But anyway I had basically one that is still my best friend.  Her name is - was Glass.” 

Bellamy raised a brow staring at me curiously.  “Describe her to me.” 

“Um, it’s been a while but she - she had blonde hair and blue eyes from what I can remember.” I scratched the side of my head thinking back on the last time I saw her.  “Why do you want to know?”

He responded back to me.  “Because I bumped into her before I got on the dropship and she didn’t.” 

“Wait a minute.  Are you saying that she’s still on the Ark?  She’s up there with those assholes.” I clutched my hands into fists in my lap unsure if I should feel anger or relief that they didn’t float her for getting pregnant as a teenager. 

The older Blake sibling blinked his eyes a few times not saying a word.  He wasn’t sure what to say back to the grounder in front of him.  He rubbed the back of his neck avoiding her gaze.  “I guess so.  I’m sorry for that.” 

“Don’t be.  You saw an opportunity and she saw her own.  That’s how survival works.” 

Bellamy softly nodded his head in agreement.  “Down here.  Weakness is death.  Fear is death.” 

“So - what about you, Sky boy.  What did you like to do up on the dying space station?” I cleared my throat, breaking the very heavy and intense silence that had fallen between us and the cave air. 

“Growing up my  mother taught me about Augustus who was a former Roman emperor.  He had a sister named and that’s how my sister got her name.  So I’ve always and still do love Mythology.” 

I laughed wishing I didn’t like where my name came from after how my mother treated me but I couldn’t help it.  “Do you wanna know my full name because nobody down here knows it.” 

“You’d tell me that.  Why do I get such an honor?” Bellamy asked me. 

Biting my lip I found myself beginning to think there was more to him then just an arrogant and rude leader of the Sky People I once knew.  “I’m not sure yet.  Now do you want to know it or not.  You’ve only got a limited chance before I change my mind.” 

“Tell me, Grounder Girl.” He responded seeing me send him a glare and so he added on the end a please. 

“Cassiopeia.  A cluster of stars in the sky.” 

Tears welled in my eyes hearing my full name come from someone else’s lips other than my mothers.  The way my name sounded from his lips was music to my ears.  “Cassiopeia. But you shorten it by going by Cassio. It all makes sense now.” 

“Yep.” I nodded, clicking my tongue against my lips. 

Bellamy shrugged his shoulders, coming up with a new nickname for me that I hadn’t heard before.  “How about I call you Cassie instead of grounder girl from now on hmm?” 

“I’d like that, Bellamy.” 

The next morning we made our way out of the cold cave and into the woods with the sun barely rising over the trees so it was still dark unless you were walking up in the mountain range.  

The silence that fell between me and the 100 leader wasn’t as awkward or intense as it had been before we had spent the night in that cave.  I wasn’t entirely sure what had formed between us but it was definitely something. 

“So are you going to chain me up when we get back to camp?” I questioned sparing the boy a glance walking directly beside him. 

Bellamy paused before giving his response.  “Yes.  I need to establish some control over the teenagers in my camp.  But with good behavior from you I might lower how many hours you’re locked up if that makes sense.” 

“I understand - get down.” I sharply cried tackling his larger body with my smaller one seeing a spiked tree limb coming down onto us meaning we must have snagged a hidden trap wire somewhere. 

Bellamy grunted from the impact raising his head watching me hovering above his body.  “Cassie! —- nice save.” He blinked seeing the spikey tree a few steps behind us where we were laying on the ground. 

“You’re welcome.” I breathed out in relief knowing my best friend was probably having an easier life than I was right now. 

The Ark 

Glass and mother were simply eating dinner in their apartment complex until they heard a knock at the door.  Glass got up from her chair going to answer the door and was met with Vice Chancellor Marcus Kane.  “Ms. Sorenson.  I need to speak with you about something important if you have time.” 

“Can I know what this is about, sir.  She’s done nothing wrong.” Sonja, her mother came up behind her entering the conversation.  Her mother knew that her daughter wasn’t supposed to still be on the space station but she was.  Now they were just worried they’d try to send her down to the ground like originally planned. 

He responded with his hands in his pockets.  “I’m aware of that, ma’am.” 

“Then why are you here?  What do you want with my daughter if you pardoned her?” Sonja glared at the councilman. 

Kane shook his head.  “I’m not here to arrest her.  I simply need to talk to her about someone.” 

“Who would I know that you need information on so badly?” Glass made a very confused face. 

The vice chancellor replied.  “Cassiopeia Rhodes.  Now may I please come in so we can discuss this privately?” 

“Come in.” Sonja stepped aside but he waited for Glass to move before he stepped inside and locked the door behind himself so no one walking bye would hear what they were about to say. 

[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. 

[butmakeitgayblog]

Can we have a specific of the withe drees (and hanging strap) for MBFW? Pretty please

This one?

This would be something she would wear for a dinner date out with just Clarke and her parents for sure. Something cute and works anywhere slightly above casual, something she knows Abby would spend the evening telling her how sweet she looks in it, something that would very much encourage a certain pretty blonde with grabby hands to keep reaching out to brush fingers along her shoulder whenever she notices a strap has slipped 👀. Perfect excuse to claim that the restaurant's chilly just to have Clarke's arm wrap around her too.

It would also be a perfect outfit the night they get their family and friends together to tell them that Lexa is pregnant. Inconspicuous and juuuust lose enough to somewhat cloak the 12 weeks bump that would've immediately been very obvious if she'd worn anything else

[kpforpresident]

prompt idea - “I’m pretty sure that’s not what the directions said to do.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what the directions said to do.”

Lexa's eyebrows met perfectly in the middle, a thundercloud brewing above the crown of her head as she threw the Allen wrench down.

"Clarke, if you think it's that simple, then why am I the one that's been squatting on the floor for the past fourty-five minutes, trying to get this damn screw to thread?"

The ikea couch sat in front of her, taunting her, as it teetered, the second set of legs half- attached.

Clarke swung her legs from her perch on the kitchen counter, smoothing the 14 page direction set in her hands as she looked down at her grumpy partner.

The instructions crinkled as she brandished the paper in question, wordlessly shaking the graphic in her hand.

"Lex, it's not my fault you won't read the directions prior to starting the damn project. Also, I am the one who is growing an entire human, and you told me that would get me out of squatting on the floor, furniture duties for the next 15 years."

Lexa felt her lips quirk into a small smile as Clarke slipped off the counter, good naturedly propping her hands behind her back to stretch her spine, a pale flash of 6 month pregnancy belly showing momentarily under her cropped black top.

Lexa, as if pulled by magnets, found herself sidling up to her pregnant wife, threading her fingers through silky blonde hair, nosing her way towards a toasty warm neck, dappled with baby hairs.

"You're right my darling- I'm sorry. Let's get my girls their lunch and then I'll call Raven to put the damn thing together- she owes me after that prank last year."

"How was she meant to know that you were going to actually slip on that banana peel, Lex--"

"She owes me!"

The sound of Clarke's laughter floated through the open doorway as Lexa tugged her into the kitchen, dust motes swirling through the buttery light of the late morning.

[ao3fics-lost-and-found]

Hi!

I was wondering if you could help me find a Clexa fan fic that involved them meeting in university where Lexi is affected by Costia’s death from a drunk driver and I believe they meet from a group project or something? Lexa also has conflict with Titus because he was a sort of military lawyer who defended the drunk driver (?). Anya is Lexa’s roommate who’s also a TA and Clark’s mom got pregnant at one point(?). I hope that was enough info, sorry if its so random 😅

Fandom: the 100

Pairing: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Please, help us find this fic! Leave your suggestions in the comments. Thank you! 🙏😊

Edit:

This fic has been found. Thank you, @thecursedandthegifted and @rifewit204 !

It's "Where There Is A Flame" by eternaleponine. https://archiveofourown.org/works/5474192/chapters/12650540

It's archive-locked, so you can only see it if you're logged in to your ao3 account.

[ao3feed-clexafic]

You didn't cheat (but you're still a traitor)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60889537 by Martha07 Plot: Post 2×16 Clarke gets pregnant by Lexa before the war at Mount weather, before Lexa's betrayal. When Roan kidnaps her and brings her to Polis under Lexa's command she's three months pregnant and Lexa doesn't have a clue. What could go wrong, right? Words: 1107, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The 100 (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane (The 100), Indra (The 100), Lincoln (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Luna (The 100), Original Child Character(s) Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Luna/Raven Reyes (The 100), Bellamy Blake/Echo, Emori/John Murphy (The 100) Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 02, Pregnancy, Hurt Clarke Griffin, Protective Lexa (The 100), No ALIE, Endgame Clarke Griffin/Lexa Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60889537

[lexa-griffins]

#29 for light au

Clexa | Light AU | Canon Pregnant Lexa | 965 words | Prompt #29: Hello My Love

Sleep has always been hostile towards Lexa; nightmarish visions and premonitions, warnings and lessons. Rarely does her mind fully rest of the tiredness of daily life, allowed a nothingness through out the night. Interruptions from outside of her own head would come as often as the ones from within, screaming echoing through the tower as yet another battle breaks out somewhere days away by horse ride, a rebel group forming demanding more change than Lexa could hope to accomplish during her lifetime. 

She is used to it all by now, just another part of life she has come to accept, as natural to her as the soft calm breathing that has become like a sweet lullaby to her hears for the past half of a decade. 

Clarke has nightmares too, Lexa knows it so well. Even with forgiveness granted, Lexa blames herself for a great deal of those as she listens to Clarke repeat words she begged at the entrance of the mountain, negotiate again and again with someone Lexa cannot see before a tear slides down her face and Clarke awakens screaming and trashing, Lexa knowing better now than to launch into an attempt at calming her wife down immediately, as she will be confused by one the demons she is trying to fight off. 

But tonight is calm. 

Clarke’s breathing is regulated, the lightness of her snores a tell tale sign she is deep in her sleep, the odd word that leaves her pink lips nonsense about a crib and too many edged points, what Lexa can deduce comes from her never ending battle with beautifully adorned crib commissioned to the best woodworker in Polis that still seems to not rise to the challenge of making it to Clarke’s impossible child proofing standards. 

And while no vision sent by the commanders haunts Lexa tonight, sleep still evades her with persistence. Perhaps it is the hotness of the summer night, hellish on her skin, or perhaps it was the lamb that was served for dinner, so tender and packed with flavor that Lexa ate perhaps enough to satisfy a grown warrior ready for war under the amused eye of her wife, who slide her half of her share with a mocking smile Lexa did not appreciate but opted not to comment on, too busy enjoying the tenderness of the meat.

She rises finally, knowing she will not manage to sleep at all if she simply stays in bed awaiting its arrival, She is sure to make little noise, Clarke’s heavy sleep never betraying the hostile first few years she spent on earth and Lexa would much prefer if at least one of them had a good night’s rest. She stands with difficulty, her growing stomach not as easy to navigate around as she would like, although she finds years of training and daily exercise have given her a grace in her movements her midwife assures her is rare in mothers as far along as she is. With the help of her nightstand and a hand on her back, Lexa manages to find balance on her feet, walking towards the open window, hoping to find some relief in the fresh air that so wonderfully blows this high up in the tower. 

Just as a blow of air enters through the windows, making the light curtains and her own nightgown flow with it, Lexa feels the small bundle inside of her belly move. She smiles at the feeling, still so wonderfully refreshing every time it happens.

“Hello.” Lexa whispers to her stomach, soothing the swell of it. 

Talking aloud to someone who is not yet here has become more natural to her now. Clarke never hesitated to do it, speaking to Lexa’s stomach as if their child is a full developed human of body and spirit from the moment they found out she resided there. Lexa found it harder to be vocal about it, so used to speaking to the voices she shares a mind with quietly in her meditation instead of out loud to the baby that grows within her. But she finds comfort in it now. 

She exists, she is real. No longer a product of her imagination nor an untouchable reality. 

She kicks and she demands attention, soon growing too big for the confinements of Lexa’s bump. Strong willed and persistent Lexa imagines her. ‘Just a little baby growing healthy and strong as it should’, Clarke tells her. Lexa will roll her eyes but sink further into Clarke’s touch on her stomach.

A sting of pain to her left side goes as quickly as it arrived, and although Lexa winces at it, a smiles quickly creeps on her lips, knowing the baby is now fully awake, remaining her once more that any wherever Lexa walks these days, she never walks alone, “Hello, my little love.” 

The warmth of two hands wrapping around her waist make her tense up for a split second, the smell of honey and faint charcoal almost immediately making her relax. Elaina moves as the hands cradle Lexa’s stomach at it’s base, holding both mother and child, a gentle kiss placed on Lexa’s bare shoulder by the same pink pretty lips that minutes ago whispered nonsensical demands.

“Hello you two.” Raspy with sleep, Clarke’s voice sounds as much like honey as she smells like it.

Without hesitation, Lexa lets herself be held, sinking into Clarke’s arms with a sigh. The cool air blow again, moving Clarke’s blonde hair away from her red cheek, cooling down the slightly damp warm skin. 

Lexa turns slightly to place her lips on it, Elaina choosing the same moment to gentle tap her little hand where Clarke has hers. Against Clarke’s skin, Lexa chuckles at the baby’s gentle greeting of her mommy, “Heya ai hodnes”

[emmettxhills]

Text: Lexa

Emmett: You've been pregnant for like six years now Emmett: Like Bonnie from Family Guy :P Emmett: Pop that thing out already so I can teach her how to play hockey @whitealexxa

[aphrodites-law]

All my fics and their tags

A Bit of Clarity / f: a bit of clarity 

The visions had started last autumn, a year ago now. It had caused a bit of chaos for some, a bit of clarity for others. Two days ago, Clarke Griffin had been perfectly fine managing both her café and her stress. But now she was curious - so deeply curious about the vision of herself entwined with the aloof Lexa Woods that it was leading her to complete distraction.

Before you see the truth / f: before / Completed

Detective Clarke Griffin is hellbent on stopping the Commander from further poisoning their corrupt city, but Clarke's girlfriend has a secret of her own.

Colors That Devastate / f: colors / Completed

Lexa is a private investigator hired to trail and befriend her client’s girlfriend, Clarke. But separating business from pleasure might be more difficult than anticipated.

Curious / f: curious / Completed

"You will never be her," Clarke snarls. "You can wear her face and you can speak in her voice, but you will never, ever come close. So don't you dare try, do you hear me?" And with Lexa's nod, Clarke cups the back of her neck and kisses her roughly.

Everything is the same as it was / f: as it was 

Evidently, whatever force had made seven billion people vanish had forgotten to take her. After months of aimless driving, Clarke was certain she was alone in this world. Being held at gunpoint by an angry farmer wasn’t really how she’d wished to be proven wrong.

Gold, Red / f: gold/red / Completed

Lexa has a hobby. Clarke has the target.

Note: Inspired by Dexter. Graphic smut, graphic descriptions of murder and childhood trauma. 

My Favorite / f: my favorite / Completed

Clarke has a mark. Lexa lost hers years ago.

Note: AU with soulmate-identifying marks. Clarke is mute. 

Our Galaxy / f: our galaxy 

Clarke saves her mother’s life by accepting the original terms of the contract Abby once made with a magical being: to give away her first-born. Years later, Clarke is pregnant from a one night-stand and the magical being in charge of her case, Lexa, comes to oversee the pregnancy. To Lexa’s dismay, she finds that hell hath no fury like a pregnant Clarke scorned…

Note: Inspired by the many "witch makes a deal for your firstborn but ends up falling in love with you" prompts.

Quietude / f: quietude / Completed

1854, New Hampshire. Clarke is on her deathbed when a strange doctor pays her a visit.

Note: Vampire AU.

Seven / f: seven 

Clarke, a witch, makes Seven Deadly Sins edibles for her best friend’s bachelorette party. When Lexa, her human partner, mistakenly eats them, she becomes infected with a capital sin each day of the following week. Clarke desperately tries to contain Lexa’s chaos, but not even magic can solve this mess.

The AU of the AU is f: seven alt, where Lexa is a witch too.

The Lost Queen / f: the lost queen / Completed

Queen Clarke is forced to flee into the woods after a coup dethrones her. When she comes out on the other side, four hundred years have passed without her aging a day. For two years she adapts as best as she can to the modern world, but everything changes when she wanders into a museum exhibit on herself and meets the tour guide infatuated with the Lost Queen.

The Night Of / f: the night of / Completed

To save her family’s home, Clarke has agreed to marry the achingly dull Finn Collins. Before his arrival, she attends the Royal Masked Ball for one last night of frivolity.

TUMBLR FICS, FICLETS AND PROMPTS

These are usually non-linear and feature detailed headcanons rather than a proper narrative. Ideas with multiple “chapters” are linked at the bottom of each post. 

America

London, early 1910s. Secret lovers Clarke and Lexa try to escape to America.

Ark Island

Commander Lexa gets visited by an islander after winning a war.

Break-Up

Clarke got dumped, but she hasn’t said the last word.

Clarke in the future / f: citf 

Clarke wakes up eight years in the future, where her college best friend happens to be her girlfriend.

The AU of the AU: Lexa in the future / f: litf

The old version of this concept, a body swap based on The Family Man. Businesswoman Lexa lands in a parallel universe where she’s got a wife, kid and works in public service. Her counterpart lands in her world… which is lonely and miserable. tag: bsau

Note: Lexa used to be a cop, but yuck, so I changed it.

Clarke the Grumpy Bee

Domestic shenanigans. 

Flame / f: flame

After a string of romantic disappointments, Clarke signs up to Flame, an atypical escort service meant to rekindle her faith in romance. She’s matched with Lexa, whose speciality is domestic scenarios. 

Soldier / f: soldier

Lexa is robbed of her life and turned into a lethal weapon for the city’s most powerful mafia. Her ex-girlfriend, Clarke, will stop at nothing to remind Lexa of who she used to be. Some graphic descriptions of injuries/pain. Deals with addiction.

Swan Princesses 

A neighboring King and Queen have their kids meet every summer hoping they’ll fall in love. Instead, they can’t stand each other. 

The Clarke Show 

Based on The Truman Show. 

The Keeper of the Forest / f: the keeper

Clarke is hired to kill the Keeper of the Forest, but first she must teach her love. 

The alternate concept, where Lexa and Clarke used to know each other. tag: koft

Your Secret / f: your secret

Clarke and Lexa have an office affair meant to be strictly casual. Of course, nothing is that easy. 

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Pregnant Lexa

A moodboard for my Clexa fic, Tarnished but so grand.

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Unplanned Pregnancy (T)

Clexa; read on Ao3

Alpha!Lexa, Omega!Clarke, family drama, alpha!Anya, omega!Raven 0000

Lexa stretched as she pushed her car door closed. Her fingers toyed with the new coffee stains on her collar, little brown dots that littered all the way to her tie. With a long sigh, she loosened the garment and smashed her low-battery car key until her truck beeped in success.

With three kids in college and one on the way to a scholarship, Lexa worked as many shifts as she could.

Late afternoon light reflected on Raven’s bright red EV in front of their garage. Lexa squinted her eyes, trying to remember if Clarke had invited them to dinner, but it could be the two omegas simply catching up. She climbed the steps to the garage door with a light bounce, her gun holder clicking against her belt at each step. 

A frown crossed her face when she entered the kitchen. The house was silent beside light sniffing, and Lexa went into alert mode, walking into the living room before taking  off her uniform or gun. The alpha bristled at the scene, going to Clarke and Lumi first.

Clarke held their daughter to her chest, tears trailing down their faces. Raven finished a call with a sharp order to “come over, it’s important” and turned to Lexa with red eyes.

Cold ran down Lexa’s spine, her hand on Clarke’s shoulder. “Where’s Anya?” 

“She’s coming. And she’s fine,” Raven answered. “That’s not the situation here.”

“Situation? Clarke?” Lexa asked, looking between the omega trio and settling on her wife.

Clarke disentangled from the embrace, cupping Lumi’s cheek to give her a soft peck on her splotchy, red skin. “Hey,” she said to Lexa in a calm tone, which helped Lexa relax.

 “What’s going on?” Lexa sat next to her wife and daughter, trying to meet Lumi’s eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“She’s going to hate me,” Lumi exhaled in a ragged whisper, more tears spilling from eyes that matched Lexa’s. 

“Who’s going to hate you?” Her patience running thin, Lexa raised her voice.

A firm grasp on her forearm was the message to control her tone. Lexa looked at Clarke in complete loss, unsure of why she was being chastised.

Raven watched the scene with a sad smile.

Clarke murmured something to Lumi, but the teenager shook her head, biting her lip. With a sigh, and a hand holding tight on Lexa’s forearm, Clarke spoke with a longing finality,

“Lumi’s pregnant.”

It didn’t do it at first. It didn’t click in Lexa’s mind that their youngest, their little protégé, their only omega, their sweet girl, her baby, her pup … was pregnant. 

When Lexa tried to speak, it was an indignant squeak. She stood, shaking off Clarke’s hand. One look at Raven and realization sank in: Lumi’s girlfriend, Hannah.

The front door slammed open along with the sound of laughter, and Lexa’s nose caught the potent scent of alpha. Mother and daughter.

“Hey guys,” Anya greeted the crowd with both arms full of groceries. “What’s the emergency that couldn’t wait for groceries?”

“Or a shower,” Hannah said. Covered in sweat from soccer practice, Hannah strolled into the room with a young alpha confidence, all cocky grins and swag. Her dirty blonde hair, the same shade as her mother’s, contrasted well with her amber eyes. 

It surprised Lexa when Hannah was the first to react to the heavy fog of distressed hormones in the room, her teen smile dropping. Her eyes searched for Lumi on the couch and Lexa snarled.

That was when Anya realized something was wrong.

Lexa focused on the eyes, the smirk, the alpha, and red took her vision.

She ignored Clarke’s shout or Raven’s gasp as she launched forward, fist aimed at a high cheekbone. There was a dry, loud crack at the contact.

Anya dropped the bags at the sudden blow, but Lexa was faster, and a second punch found Anya’s face before she could take a step back. 

Hannah didn’t interfere, in a similar shock to the flabbergasted Lumi on the couch as they watched the scene unfold with open mouths as their mothers rolled onto the living room carpet.

With Lexa being more rage than technique, Anya rolled them to get the upper hand, though not without another blow to her stomach.

A broken chair and shattered vase later, Clarke disentangled the alphas, draped on Lexa’s back to hold her arms.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Anya exclaimed with a bloody nose. Raven, unimpressed, went by her side with a frozen peas bag.

“With me?” Lexa snarled again.

Clarke tightened her hold before Lexa could surge forward for another attack. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” Lexa shouted, her braid falling messily around her face. “Can’t you fucking teach your daughter how to use a condom?!”

“I—what?” Anya winced when Raven coaxed the cold package against her face, though her expression was pure confusion. 

The alphas turned to look at the couch, where Lumi had been crying again, and Hannah held her with the same confused frown that was between Anya’s brows. 

Lexa slumped against Clarke, who released her with a light shove. “That was uncalled for,” Clarke hissed at her mate. 

Raven and Anya shared a two phrase conversation, Anya’s eyebrow shooting to her hairline and then down again in a frown. 

“I’m sorry,” Anya said, and when she looked at her daughter, Hannah’s eyes were full of tears. “I’m sorry, Lexa,” she repeated after a long pause. 

A sharp elbow in her gut forced Lexa’s next words out. “I’m sorry too. I flipped. With Serah and the boys in college, and Lumi’s track scholars—” Another hard elbow and Lexa shut up. 

“Now is not the time to fight,” Clarke said in a tone lower than Lumi was used to listening to her mother. 

“How far along?” Anya had not looked at her daughter again, instead holding the frozen peas to her bloody nose while asking directly to Clarke.

“Ten weeks.” 

Anya gulped, cursing under her breath. “We need to talk.” Anya put the bloodied peas down, eyes first on Raven, then on Lexa. “We have the beach house, and I can join Indra’s task force again.”

“She’s under our insurance, and we will update it,” Clarke added, two fingers massaging her temple. She had her migraine face.

“Mom.” Hannah’s voice was unsure and cracked when the four adults in the room looked at her. “I can help. Instead of going to college this fall—”

“You’re going to college,” Raven interrupted firmly. “That’s out of the question.”

“Did you mate?” The teenage couple shook their heads at Lexa’s dry question. 

“So they can be separated,” Raven completed for Lexa. Hannah tightened her arm around Lumi.

“I don’t want to leave.” Hannah dared once more, and Raven’s teary eyes burned with constricted fury.

“I pulled in favors I cannot do again to get that shot at your scholarship,” Raven warned. “And you delivered. You’re eighteen. You will go to college.”

Anya’s nose started bleeding again, and Clarke walked her to the closest bathroom.  

“Let’s talk tomorrow. I need a scotch.” Lexa didn’t wait to see anyone’s reaction and, hand tight around her gun, walked to the kitchen. 

“Hey.” Raven kneeled in front of the couch looking at her daughter and goddaughter. Raven rested one hand on Hannah’s knee and another on Lumi’s. “We will figure things out. You both will study, and we all can help with the baby.”

“Mom, is it ok if I stay here tonight?” Hannah had a hand over Lumi’s shoulder and the younger omega had her face buried into her neck for comfort.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lexa replied while reentering the living room, a full glass in her hand. “That was what got us in this mess.”

“We used condoms…” Hannah said weakly, eyes low under Lexa’s burning gaze.

“She’s sixteen,” Lexa spat back, pheromones escalating. 

“Lexa!” Clarke called from the hallway at seeing her mate staring down the terrified young alpha. 

“No Clarke, there’s no excuse for this.” Lexa turned and didn’t notice when Lumi started crying again.

“Lex.” Raven stood up, resting a calming hand on Lexa’s shoulder. “Anya and I will stop by after work so we can talk.”

Anya emerged from the bathroom with a tampon stuck in her nose and didn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Hannah’s first tears rolled down at the clear shame in Anya’s posture.

“We’ll talk numbers tomorrow.” Anya opened the front door, leaving the groceries behind. Raven touched Clarke’s shoulder and walked behind Anya, and, hesitantly, Hannah followed her parents.

After the door closed behind Hannah, Lumi failed to swallow a sob and ran upstairs to her bedroom.

“Lexa.”

Lexa cursed at Clarke’s tone.

“I did what I had to,” Lexa defended herself before the accusation.

“You broke Anya’s nose.”

“I doubt it. She’s fine.” Shame crept into Lexa’s cheeks, but she wouldn’t give in. At least not yet.

“You’re going to have to deal with this, Lexa. There’s no punching your way out of this. Lumi wants to keep it, and we will respect her choice.” Clarke touched Lexa’s tense shoulder, her fingers digging into the muscle. “She needs you right now.”

“I… I know.” She touched her mate’s hand.

“So get it together,” a teasing smile made its way to Clarke’s face, “grandma.”

Lexa felt warmth in her cheeks and grunted under her breath. “Too soon.”

“You have a few months to get used to it.”

“I’m not sure if I ever will.”

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Lexa waltzed between the living room and kitchen with precision and speed, the toddler on her hip not slowing her for a single second.

“Aden, do you call those balloons? You can do better than that,” she told her son, who raised an eyebrow and continued to blow into colorful balloons. “This arch better be ready by the time the guests are here.”

“He’s turning one.” Jake walked from the garage carrying folded chairs, a chuckle escaping his thin beard. “He won’t remember the balloon arch.”

“But I will!” Lexa called as the front door opened. “Oh, your momma is here,” Lexa whispered to her grandson, watching his light brown eyes sparkle as Hannah walked in, her cadet uniform crumpled. “Say hi to momma.”

“Hey.” Hannah kissed the top of her son’s head, her arms loaded with party supplies. “Where do I put all of this?”

“Octavia and your mom are outside next to the pool,” Lexa instructed as JJ found her watch more interesting than the pacifier hanging around his neck. “I’ll go check the cake.”

“Did Clarke bake it?” Hannah asked on her way to the backyard.

“Lumi helped.” At Hannah’s grimace, Lexa amended, “she’s just helping with the icing. Don’t worry.”

An excited shriek erupted from Lexa’s chest as JJ saw his mom and other grandma in the kitchen. Or it could have been the cake; the kid was known for his appetite. Unsurprisingly, considering the mix of Lexa and Anya’s genes.

“Ma-ma-ma-ma!” he babbled, pudgy hands in the air toward Lumi. Her icing-smudged cheeks broke into a smile.

“How’s the icing going?” Lexa asked while Lumi continued the somewhat smudged yellow icing.

“Surprisingly good.” Lumi leaned up so she could reach JJ’s cheeks for a kiss. “Mom went upstairs, though. Asked me to tell you to go after her.”

Lexa frowned and passed JJ to Lumi. “Is something wrong?”

Lumi shrugged, one arm around her pup and the other back on the icing. 

“I’ll be right back,” Lexa said and made her way upstairs to her bedroom.

Clarke’s ponytail was skewed as she sat on the bed, staring at her phone as if it had offended her ancestors.

“Hey.” Clarke jumped at Lexa’s proximity, but then closed her eyes as her mate hugged her from behind. “You smell like baby powder,” Lexa whispered and nuzzled the fair hairs on Clarke’s nape. “What’s up?”

Clarke closed her eyes for a moment and held Lexa’s hand. “We need to talk.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I’m 45, Lexa.”

“Yeah. And?” Lexa dove into the soft skin of Clarke’s neck again. 

“And you’re 48.”

“I’m aware of the inevitability of time, Clarke,” Lexa whispered under her ear. “And JJ is one now. Everyone has a number.”

“Lexa, I’m serious.” 

Lexa lifted her head to actually see her mate: with red-rimmed eyes, Clarke bit her lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably. At least very risky, and I’m not sure we can pull it off this time, not to mention—”

Lexa turned to face Clarke, kissing her knuckles to stop the spiraling. That was unusual for Clarke. She almost never rambled. Her MO was to analyze, compartmentalize, get a to-do list.

“Clarke. What’s going on?” 

Endless scenarios went through Lexa’s head: Clarke was sick; something happened to the kids; the kids were sick; Clarke’s mom was sick. They all involved someone terminally ill.

Clarke wiped a tear away, the small wrinkles next to her eyes folding in her grimace.

“Does Liam need to be bailed out again? I told Serah—”

“None of the kids were arrested,” Clarke chuckled wetly. “But it’s about the kids.”

“If any of the girls are pregnant again, I will castra—”

“The girls are not pregnant!” Clarke took a deep breath, a tear rolling down and hanging by a thread as she avoided Lexa’s eyes. She blinked it away and looked at her mate. “I am.”

“You’re what?”

“Pregnant.”

“What now?”

Lexa knew the meaning of the word. After four pups, she was naturally familiar with the entire concept.

“You’re 45,” Lexa argued, inherently confused. “You barely get your heats any—”

Oh. Not as frequently, not as intense, but definitely still happening.

Like three months ago, when Lumi and Hannah surprised Lexa and Clarke with a weekend getaway for their anniversary.

“We stopped using protection years ago.” Lexa’s voice was faint. “You said—”

“Don’t you dare turn this on me!” Clarke said with a bite to her tone, and PTSD flashbacks of pregnant-Clarke-moods flashed in Lexa’s mind. “You were the one knotting!”

“You were in heat! You’re my mate!”

“This one is on you.”

“You always say that!”

“And it’s always true—why are you smiling?”

Despite the heat of the argument, Lexa could not stop the grin splitting her face.

“When did you find out?”

“I thought it was menopause,” Clarke breathed, showing her phone with the positive test result. “Or hepatitis.”

“Little hepatitis,” Lexa whispered to Clarke’s stomach. “Are you okay?”

“No sign of red flags. We can do the genetic testing for more details. If… if we’re keeping it.”

The grin withers in Lexa’s face. “What do you want?”

“I… I didn’t plan this.” Clarke threaded a hand through her ponytail and pulled her curls free. White streaked her blonde hair, and Lexa knew her own braid was the same. “I’m exhausted just thinking about it. But then…” She leaned down to place her forehead on Lexa’s shoulder. “Then I see you with JJ, and it makes me want to cry.” She sniffled quietly, and Lexa kissed her forehead.

“I could get a van again,” Lexa offered, heart beating fast in her chest. “And we already have one baby in the house. It will be like with the boys.”

Clarke groaned. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Should we tell people?”

“Not yet.” Clarke leaned back to kiss Lexa’s cheek. “It’s too risky. Let’s wait.”

“Okay. Whatever you want to do.” With a small push, Lexa laid down on the bed and pulled Clarke on top of her.

The party drifted from downstairs: jingles of children’s songs, laughter, the random balloon pop.

“We should get back.” Clarke tried to lift her head, but Lexa gently coaxed her down.

“Not yet,” Lexa whispered. “Let’s stay here a while. Just us.” 

Clarke’s entire body relaxed against her mate.

“Just the three of us.”

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Here's a fluffy prompt. Omega Lexa is sore, cranky, and stressed from her pregnancy so Alpha Clarke decides to take care of Lexa and help her relax

Lexa eased herself onto the couch, a soft groan escaping her lips as she struggled to find a comfortable position. At 32 weeks pregnant, everything felt sore and awkward. She rubbed her swollen belly, feeling the baby kick in response. "I know, little one," she murmured. "We're both ready for this to be over."

Clarke emerged from the kitchen, two mugs of tea in hand. She set them down on the coffee table and sat beside Lexa, her brow furrowed with concern. "Rough day?" she asked, tucking a stray curl behind Lexa's ear.

Lexa leaned into the touch, savoring the moment of tenderness. "I just feel so useless," she admitted. "I can't do anything without getting tired or sore. And I'm scared, Clarke. What if I'm not ready to be a mom?"

Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa, pulling her close. "Hey, you're not useless. You're growing our baby, and that's the most amazing thing in the world." She pressed a kiss to Lexa's temple. "And you're going to be a fantastic mom. We're in this together, remember?"

Lexa nodded, blinking back tears. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well, you'll never have to find out," Clarke declared. "Now, how about we get you more comfortable? I have an idea."

Clarke led Lexa to their bedroom, where the familiar scent of lavender and clean linen enveloped them. She helped Lexa undress, her fingers lovingly caressing the taut skin of her omega's belly. "Lie down," Clarke instructed, arranging pillows to support Lexa's body.

Lexa sighed as she sank into the mattress, the cool sheets a balm against her skin. Clarke climbed in beside her, a bottle of lavender oil in hand. "Remember when we went to that couples massage class?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye.

Lexa laughed, the sound warm and rich. "How could I forget? You nearly fell off the table trying to copy the instructor."

Clarke grinned, pouring a bit of oil into her palm. "Well, I've been practicing." She rubbed her hands together, the soothing scent of lavender filling the air. "Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you."

Clarke's hands were warm and sure as they glided over Lexa's skin, kneading away the knots and tension. She started at Lexa's shoulders, working down her back with firm, even pressure. Lexa felt herself melting into the mattress, the stress of the day fading away.

As Clarke's hands moved lower, Lexa let out a contented hum. "You're really good at this," she murmured, her words slightly slurred with relaxation.

Clarke chuckled. "I told you, I've been practicing." She leaned down, pressing a kiss to Lexa's back. "I want to be able to do this for you whenever you need it, especially once the baby comes."

Lexa felt a surge of love and gratitude wash over her. She reached for Clarke's hand, lacing their fingers together. "I can't wait to meet our little girl," she whispered. "To see you hold her for the first time."

Clarke squeezed Lexa's hand, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Me too, baby. Me too."

They stayed like that for a while, Clarke's hands soothing away the aches and pains of pregnancy, Lexa drifting in a haze of contentment. When Clarke finished, she curled around Lexa, one hand resting protectively on her belly.

"Thank you," Lexa murmured, her voice heavy with sleep. "For everything."

Clarke smiled against Lexa's shoulder. "Always," she promised. "I love you, Lexa. More than anything."

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Clarke has trouble keeping up with Lexa's sex drive when she's pregnant

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