#pregnant lexa

[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”

[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 :’)

[fratboykate]

Just give us anything with CFAU fluff/angst/both.I missed them so much.

(Maybe fluff piece with their babies) 🥰

all our babies are so big now 😭😭😭 i see pictures of them all over my insta and for a second my brain always goes "HAVE YOU CALLED YOUR MOTHERS TODAY?! DO THEY KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?!" lol jacob is a whole ass man already and he was *literally* a fetus when I started writing this we're getting ancient in this gay ranch fam we're old af now

idk how they're finding it but a lot of new people have been reading it and leaving some insanely sweet comments on ao3 lately and legit like last week someone left me A NOVEL after they read the whole thing (my favorite comments btw i want to know everything you're feeling lol) and they talked about chapter 32 a lot and FOR A SPLIT MOMENT my brain was like "reread 32. do it DO ITTTTTT" but i came to my senses. satan won't get me that easily. bitch *I wrote it* and ive never been able to get through it without crying im not doing it i was crying while fucking writing it and it's never failed to fuck me up ever since. its always one of the letters that does me in. more often than not its either costia or clarke's letter that sends me over the edge but all the other ones have gotten me at least once.

[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.

[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.

[blu3haw4]

For the prompt thing, could you please do "how long have you been planning this? did i ever even know the real you?" thanks

Okay anon! Thank you for sending it in! From this post.

Here it goes

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"How long have you been planning this? Did i ever even know the real you?" Clarke gasp, a bit dramatic, she could admit that, but she wasn't sure how much to let on yet. After all, she had only just found -knock over- planning papers for a heist. As well as a picture of "The Ark", Arcadia's biggest bank.

"You don't know me, Clarke, so no, I guess you've never know the real me" Lexa deadpans, walking past Clarke, topless on her way to the small kitchen- surely looking for her shirt and bra.

"I certainly know some parts of you... intimately" Clarke can't help but mutter and it hits her then that Lexa didn't answer her first question.

With that same thought in mind and slightly distracted with the view of Lexa bending down to pick up her clothes, another sentence slips out "we've been fucking for months, a plan like that should've definitely taken you longer than-"

There's a pregnant pause; as Clarke closes her mouth, realizing she might have said too much, and Lexa straightens up, narrowing her eyes at her.

Catching fluffy pink cuff on her peripheral vision, and knowing there's surely no other way out but through, Clarke speaks again "i guess im gonna have to keep you lock in here" she sighs dramatically, moving to grab the cuffs.

"Excuse me?" Lexa sounds oh so very confused, and Clarke can't really blame her, she feels as though she's gone over three diferent character in all of the past two minutes. She keeps going anyways.

"Y'know? As sexual as this things are, they're actually as effective as real ones"

Lexa doesn't move as Clarke stalks over to her, all she does is forgo her bra as she buttons up her shirt. "You aren't a cop"

"How could you know that?" She stops only a few feet away from the brunette.

"Because I always do my research before bringing people home"

"Well you didn't do it well enough"

"You wouldn't be handcuffing me, with my own cuffs -sexual ones, no less- if you were. You'd also be reading me my rights" Lexa crossed her arms under her chest and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at Clarke.

"That I'm not a cop doesn't mean you succeed in you research" She sighs, opening the cuffs "I can't let you rob The Ark, Lexa"

"You don't have the means to stop me-"

"I do. And most importantly, i have the means to rob it myself"

[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. 

[lexa-griffins]

Headcanon : in any au, Clarke is terrified of having sex with lexa the first time she’s pregnant. Like she finds her incredibly sexy, is super turned on, but the moment she sees her bump she goes all softie and she can’t do dirty things to her wife when she’s this pure.

I one hundred per cent agree with this headcanon!!!

Lexa is a physically strong woman so knowing her body, Clarke never had to worry much about being rough- because let's be real that *is* Clarke's prefered way of fucking - and Lexa always loved it. Its passionate and wild and exactly what they both need.

And once Lexa gets pregnant its like something switches in Clarke. Because Lexa isn't just herself now. She is growing their tiny little baby inside of her and to her Lexa is a full blown goddess for doing that. And fucking her, at least in the way they fuck, feels almost dirty and unholy. Yes yes, Lexa looks amazing, and there's this glow to her, and this confidence in what she is doing that makes her incredibly hot to Clarke and yet everytime she touches her Clarke can't help but be so so careful and soft and just unable to do anything that she does not consider holy to Lexa. Which is strange as Clarke has never been a woman of faith.

And for Lexa, who never once doubted her own strength or her capability of carrying this child and carry on life as always, having Clarke treat her this way is so sweet and flattering and so damn frustrating because she is horny and she wants her wife absolutely wrecking her, not going all softy on her everytime she sees her naked and catches a glimpse of the barely there swell of her tummy 🩷

[ao3feed-clexafic]

Returned Spirits

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60583912 by Libby_The_Survivor Clarke Griffin was lost without Lexa, she wasn't living anymore, just surviving. Until she met Madi, and then she lived and survived, then she lost Madi and all she could do was survive. But what if she got the chance to go back in time and fix everything that has gone wrong? And maybe she has some help to. Words: 3688, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: The 100 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Clarke Griffin, Madi (The 100), Lexa (The 100), Abby Griffin, Raven Reyes (The 100), Octavia Blake, Anya (The 100), Luna (The 100), Bellamy Blake, Marcus Kane (The 100), Indra (The 100), Eric Jackson (The 100), Nathan Miller, Monty Green, Harper McIntyre, Lincoln (The 100), Original Clarke Griffin/Lexa Child(ren) Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Anya/Luna/Raven Reyes (The 100) Additional Tags: Heda Lexa (The 100), Wanheda Clarke Griffin, Spirits, Endgame Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Soulmates Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Commander Lexa (The 100), Madi is Clarke Griffin and Lexa's Child, Aden is Clarke Griffin and Lexa's Child, Parents Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Pregnant Clarke Griffin, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60583912

[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

[bottom-lexa]

Pregnant Lexa

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

[reallygroovyninja]

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."

[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.