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bethchildz · 1 year ago
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s02e11, “coup de grace” / s03e01, “wanheda, part one” / s02e16, “blood must have blood, part two” / s03e17, “thirteen” / s05e03, “the children of gabriel” / s01e01, “pilot” / s04e11, “the other side” + taylor swift, “anti-hero”
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black-dragon1998 · 1 year ago
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Lone Wolf chapter 11
Summary: the story continues
Author note: First I want to apologize it took so long for me to post the next chapter for lone wolf. After that, I want to thank everyone who has sent me comments and kudos for my writing. I haven’t forgotten this story, writing has just been difficult the last couple of months.
previous chapters: part 1- part 2- part 3- part 4- part 5- part 6- part 7- part 8 - part 9- part 10
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“What! Gives you the right to touch my daughter!” you were livid. How dare this boy touch your daughter. Madi in general had a hard time with being touched. The only people who were allowed to touch her freely, were you, Lexa, Clarke and Anya. From time to time Indra, but that was only when Madi instigates it. So who did this piece of shit think he was for giving Madi a panic attack.
At this point, you were really starting to regret coming to the Skaikru. Would Clarke be really upset if you cut this guy's throat? Probably. Pushing aside the murderous intent you were feeling you turned toward Madi who was still protected by Dina. Madi who was still sobbing uncontrollably. You throw the sword in your hand to the side and crouch down so you are at eye level with your daughter. Dina steps away from the two of you and keeps the rest away.
When Madi spots you through tear-filled eyes, she looks you straight in the eyes but doesn’t move to get closer to you.
“hey, peanut.” You say in a voice you only reserve for your daughter. The little girl is so attuned to the sound that she is already calming down.
“Mama?”
“Yes baby, it is Mama. Are you feeling big emotions?” you knew she was but this made it easier for Madi to work through it. Madi gave you a small nod.
“is the feeling going away?” most of the time the emotions Madi was feeling would pass on their own. When Madi shook her head, you gave her a reassuring smile.
“that is okay. I am here and we are getting through this together. Can I touch you?” with speed almost too fast for a human, Madi was in your arms. She pressed her head against your chest to feel your steady heartbeat. The sound helped in calming her down.
“alright baby, can you tell me five things you see?” your voice is just about a whisper but Madi could hear you just fine.
Clarke and Lexa were wrapping up their meeting. Things had gone smoother than hoped and resulted in the two being able to meet (Y/N) and Madi for lunch. Clarke was putting away the last of the documents when one of the guards sprinted into the tent. The markings on their arms told them that they were on (Y/N) personal guard. Lexa was aware of the guards (Y/N) had put on both her and Clarke.
“Heda! Permission to speak.” The guard asked. Like all your subordinates they had discipline.
“speak soldier,” Lexa said in her heda voice.
“Heda, Wanheda, both of you are needed at the training grounds. One of the Skaikru boys tried to touch the princess. Causing her to have a panic attack and the general to lash out at the boy. Some of the females with the boy are afraid of an escalation.” The guard spoke so fast that Clarke and Lexa almost didn’t catch all of it. The moment Clarke heard Madi was involved she started walking toward the training ground, not listening to Lexa who was calling after her.
Lexa took a moment to collect herself and thanked the guard, before going after her wife-turned-mamabear. She already felled sorry for whoever stood in her way.
Clarke was at the training grounds in no time. There she saw the Gona from a circle around you, Raven, Octavia, Lincoln and Bellamy. Dina was standing close to you ready to react to any situation. You were cradling Madi to your chest, trying to console the sobbing toddler.
Madi didn’t seem to be injured, neither did you. Bellamy on the other hand was sporting a big red line around his neck. Steeling herself Clarke stepped forward to make her presence known. Bellamy was the first to approach her, like a kid rating out somebody to the teacher. You however stayed where you were, cuddling Madi close to your chest.
Instead of listening to Bellamy rambling Clarke made her way toward you and Madi. Laying a comforting hand on Madi’s back.
“Maid sweetheart, look who is here.” You whisper in your daughter's ear. Locking eyes with Clarke, conveying that it was a bad one. Very slowly Madi lifted her head from your shoulder and looked behind her. When she spotted her mommy, she started reaching out for her and you quickly handed her over to Clarke so she could soak in her mommy’s scent. The toddler sagged into the blond's hold immediately.
For some reason, Clarke’s and Lexa’s scents had always a calming effect on you and Madi.
“hey love, somebody told me you were cuddling with Mama. Mind if I join?” Clarke spoke in a tender tone, to not set Madi off again. That had happened in the past when she was overwhelmed too soon.
“Mama helped. Big emotions. Counted. Calmed.” Madi’s sentences were cut short, telling Clarke she hadn’t down completely.
“oh! You and Mama did the counting. Did it help?” Clarke was relieved when Madi nodded into her chest. While Clarke was talking to Madi you had positioned yourself in front of them with crossed arms and a death stare levelling Bellamy, who was trying to get closer.
“what made you feel the big emotions? Can you tell Mommy?”
“Man touched me,” Madi said burring her face back into Clarke’s chest.
“what man sweety?” Clarke Cöed as to not set her off again. without looking Madi pointed a finger toward Bellamy, who was trying to push past (Y/N). (Y/N) however, wasn’t bunching an inch. In the meantime, Raven and Octavia tried to pull Bellamy back.
“let me pass! I have to talk to Clarke.” He tried to sound intimidating, hoping you would let him pass.
“you upset my daughter, do you really think I’m just going to let you near her? No way in hell! If Clarke wants to talk to you she will come over here. Until then back off!” your voice was nothing more than a growl.
Clarke really had hoped Bellamy wasn’t involved. You already didn’t like him and this wasn’t helping. She could only hope to settle your mood before things escalated. Clarke still remembered the last time somebody touched Madi without permission. It was a warrior from Azgeda. He had quickly lost his hand and head. Then she hadn’t batted an eye at it. She hoped it didn’t turn into a brawl. You would level Bellamy with no problem, the only question was when you would stop once you started.
Clarke walked with Madi still clinging to her chest but stayed a couple of feet behind. Hoping this was enough distance for Madi. You immediately sensed Clarke come up behind you, turning partly around so you can look at her and Madi, still preventing Bellamy from getting closer. Clarke knew her next words would be hard for their friends but she had to think about her daughter and wife first. She could talk to her friends later, but first, she had to defuse the situation.
“I think all of you should return to camp until things have calmed down,” Clarke said while looking at her friends. Raven and Octavia seemed to understand, Lincoln respected the words of his kwin. They also knew that if they stayed longer and Bellamy did something stupid, they would be putting Clarke on the spot. Bellamy however started immediately pushing against you to get to Clarke.
“Clarke! Please listen to me. I didn’t mean to do this.”
“Back off!” you got into the shaggy-haired boy's face and pushed him back.
“you come here, make my daughter cry and now you dare to make demands toward our kwin. I should skin you alive for that.” This finally makes Bellamy back down with a loud gulp.
“General!” there was an edge to Clarke’s voice that told you you were getting onto thin ice. It made you back down just a little. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your wife.
“we will leave for now,” Raven said, pulling Bellamy back toward the camp. Leaving you and your family as the only ones in the training ground. The gona had scattered already, knowing nothing good came from upsetting their kwin when she was in mama-bear mode.
Lexa arrived at the exact moment the Skaikru left. You had turned around to look at Clarke. The blond looked anything but happy. Believing it to be best for you and Clarke to talk about whatever the issue was. So Lexa took Madi from Clarke's arms and retreated toward the tent.
“let’s go Madi. Mommy and Mama need to talk.”
“mad?” Madi asked.
“don’t know bug. Why don’t we go find something to eat and wait for them?”
“What the hell is wrong with you? You could have taken Bellamy’s head off today.” Clarke exploded the moment Madi and Lexa were gone. Now that everything had sunken in, Clarke had gotten angry with you. Her reaction made your anger surface again. why was she angry with you?
“He upset Madi. I just reacted on instinct.” You say between clenched teeth, not wanting to snap at Clarke.
“That was an over-the-top reaction. Bellamy didn’t know Madi would react like that.” Clarke counters, while stepping close to you. Like she wanted another response from you. At this point, you had a hard time not glaring at your wife.
“If it had been anybody else but that Skaikru boy we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“ you went too far. You acted like a sa…” Clarke seemed to catch herself at the last moment, but you knew what she was going to say. You had heard it often enough. The dark part in you that you had suppressed for so long reared its ugly head and you could feel your emotions freeze. Looming over Clarke you glared at her.
“say it.” A moment passed and it stayed quiet.
“say it!” the ringing of your voice surprised Clarke. She had never seen you like this.
“Savage.” The word was nothing more than a whisper but you could hear her loud and clear. Did your wife really think of you like that? You could stand for everybody else thinking you were a monster but not your family.
“maybe Clarke I am nothing more than a savage beast, pretending to be something else.” With that, you walked away and into the woods, leaving Clarke alone.
The moment you left a pang rang through Clarke. What had she done, she had never seen you so cold toward her before. When Clarke finally turned around she, you were gone.
part 12
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butmakeitgayblog · 5 months ago
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“You’re not you when you’re hungry” Clarke or Lexa gives a crabby Clarke or Lexa a snickers bar. Whatever au or a new one
Ooo imagine this for canon au Clexa tho 👀
After years of being together and sloughing through the minutea of being together in an apocalyptic world, fighting off assassination attempts and a half dozen failed coups and constantly dealing with the politics of being in love and making their relationship work while dragging their people into a new era of peace, kicking and screaming.
They know each others eccentricities and all the things that make each other tick. Can sniff out a foul mood or a playful wink or a sexually charged stare from across the room.
So when Lexa is on the war path for seemingly no discernable reason; biting ambassador's heads off and even making one of her poor handmaids cry, Clarke is the only one who has the good sense to slip out of the meeting hall when Lexa barks that they'll take a ten minute break so the grand leaders of their respective realms can pull their head's out of their asses and find one cohesive brain cell among them 😠 — tho not in quite so colorful words... But close.
The slipping out part is only a tiny bit easier than shoving her way back in, ignoring muttered huffs about "why do I even bother putting guards at the doors" after not even pausing to knock as she barges into Lexa's personal study ala Wanheda Wifey Style™ and plunking the fresh box of Lexa's favorite sugared and spiced jobi nut clusters she'd just gotten from the market onto the table and ordering her to shush it and eat.
Because Lexa kom Trikru, feared warrior and blood soaked Heda of the United Thirteen Clans... gets just a liiiiiittle bit grumpy when she's craving a sweet treat 🥺
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doortotomorrow · 1 year ago
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JOHN MURPHY : wanheda ( part one )
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owl127 · 10 months ago
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Can youuuu…mayyybe…please write something containing a 🗡️ character and a jockstrap. Ugh something about jockstraps, mouth guards, and feminine girls doing masculine things is so hot🥵
read on Ao3
Reading @lexa-griffins talk about wanheda’s dagger got me inspired, so… *throws confetti in the air*
Lexa’s boots kicked dirty on her way to the bus stop.
“Lexa!” The cries behind her continued, along with the annoying click of cleats against asphalt. “Lexa, wait!”
Ignoring the girl running after her, Lexa climbed onto the bus without looking back. The driver looked her pursuer and rolled her eyes, signaling for the dirty athlete to hop into the campus bus.
“Thanks, Carla!” Lexa heard, and of course she would be friends with the bus drivers, because apparently, Clarke Griffin is very friendly with people. Girls in particular.
Lexa looked straight ahead as Clarke Griffin, captain of the soccer team, president of the debate club, LGBTQ+ alliance vice-president, and a fucking player sat next to her. Clarke swore at the mud tracks following her and lowered her socks with a long sigh.
“Lexa—” Clarke tried, but Lexa mmf-ed and turned her back to the alpha. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”
“You’re the one tracking mud on school property.”
“Brittany is like, nothing, she’s—”
“Have you slept with her?” Lexa turned to look into Clarke’s eyes, searching for honesty, trust, anything that would make the last three months she dedicated to this woman worth it. She found honesty, yes, but regretted it immediately.
“Not recently!” Clarke defended. “She likes to cheer in every game, and she keeps saying we’re seeing each other, but Lex, I haven’t been with her since before I met you!”
Lexa squinted her eyes, watching a bead of sweat forming on Clarke’s forehead.
“Okay, maybe once after we met, but we weren’t exclusive back then!”
The logic part of Lexa’s brain argued that Clarke had a point, and even Lexa had been on a fruitless date after she met Clarke. Had she thought about Clarke all the time? Totally. Did it in the end it help her see she was actually into the charming athlete? Yes, but irrelevant at the moment, since now the unreasonable part of Lexa’s brain kept replaying Brittany’s voice: “And that’s Clarke, number 10. She’s the captain. She’s also delicious.” A pink tongue over lipstick gloss had accompanied that statement, and a graphic image of that girl on her knees for Clarke had made Lexa escape the match as soon as she could.
Clarke had seen the iteration from the sidelines and had abandoned the bench in obvious pursuit.
“Are we exclusive?” Clarke asked when Lexa refrained from commenting. “I… I thought we were.” The girl swallowed, setting her face in the same hard angles as when she kicked a penalty. “I want us to be,” she said, extending a hand between them.
Lexa signed and took the offered hand in hers, feeling how warm it was, despite the fall leaves rushing past the bus window. She loved how warm Clarke’s hands were, a dichotomy to her always freezing extremities. Lexa mumbled something, and Clarke leaned closer, asking, “what was that?”
“Maybe I overreacted,” Lexa confessed, the almost empty bus a witness to the fact. “I hated seeing that girl talking about your dick like she owned it.”
Red crept into Clarke’s cheeks, making its way to her ears. “Well… she doesn’t,” Clarke said, one hand around Lexa’s waist. “You do,” she whispered, and Lexa’s face flushed with heat. “I want to be exclusive. If there’s any girl out there bragging about my dick, I want it to be you.”
“How romantic.”
“You’re into it,” Clarke argued, her bright eyes following Lexa’s scarf until it hid inside her jacket.
Logic once more piped up in Lexa’s mind that the girl had a point. The thong she had worn to celebrate Clarke’s game dampened with proof.
“You didn’t bring your phone or anything?” Lexa asked. “You just ran after me?”
“Of course. I couldn’t let you go looking pissed like that! And Octavia will pick up my shit.”
“So it’s not the first time you abandon your team celebration to pursue a girl?”
Panic flashed in Clarke’s eyes and Lexa felt merciful. “I guess from now on you’ll only be doing this for me.”
“Yeah.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheeks, sighing in relief. “My apartment is not far from here,” she said, the kiss lingering. “And I’m in desperate need of a shower.”
“Oh.” Lexa’s heart picked up, her cold hands warming up in her fingerless gloves. “If it’s out of desperation, we need to stop.”
“You’re so kind.”
With Octavia and the rest of the team still back at the football complex, there was no reservation for stripping as soon as they stumbled into Clarke’s apartment. The spare key with her neighbor was worth it (the assistant professor had looked the couple up and down and threw the key in their direction before closing the door and turning her TV colossally loud). Clarke’s shirt and cleats didn’t make it to the hallway, and Lexa’s pants puddled by the bathroom’s door. Lexa pulled the athletic shorts down and met the hard resistance of a jockstrap cup.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” she asked, drumming her fingers on top of the hard carbon fiber.
“Right now it’s pretty uncomfortable.” Clarke chuckled and kissed Lexa’s neck hard enough to bruise. “But that’s your fault.”
Lexa focused on Clarke’s high ponytail next, letting the blonde tresses free under the white light. “Yeah,” Lexa said, “it is.”
“Feeling possessive, huh?” Clarke nipped at the soft skin under Lexa’s chin while stepping out of her shorts, completely nude. Clarke moaned at the hands exploring her broad shoulders, digging into her trapezius, and scratching her deltoids. Lexa admired Clarke’s curves, but she salivated at her muscles.
A moan froze in a gasp as Lexa felt for Clarke’s erection, now free from the confines of jock straps and tight, athletic shorts. “Very possessive,” Lexa said, moving her hand in deliberate slowness, pushing eager hips back when Clarke tried to increase the pace. “You can be the leader of your team, but here” — a strong squeeze that made Clarke whine — “I’m captain.” The exhale on Lexa’s shoulder was nothing but a moan.
“Fuck,” Clarke said, her head surrendering to Lexa’s biceps as she mercifully started moving her hand.
Clarke smelled like sweat, and heat, and vetiver, and Lexa had it all for herself. She inhaled deeply, her brain creating a new pathway for that scent of love, need, and lust. Lexa prided herself on being an omega in full authority of her body and desires, but as Clarke groaned on her neck, Lexa surrendered to the primal need of control.
“Come for me, babe,” she said, softly albeit with a command, and poor Clarke followed like a trained puppy.
Lexa held her close as Clarke trembled, expending the last of her strength over Lexa’s olive skin. When Clarke’s knee threatened to buckle, Lexa guided the exhausted girl under the hot shower stream.
“I’m sorry.” Clarke mumbled as water covered her mouth. Lexa distracted herself with shampooing Clarke’s hair, and the fresh scent of mint and vetiver filled the fogging air.
“About what?”
Clarke turned to look Lexa in the eyes, all half-lidded and yawning. “I’m sorry for not being clear about being exclusive before. I was afraid.”
Lexa nuzzled the shampoo suds away from Clarke’s cheek. “Afraid?” she asked.
Clarke hugged her under the water, their wet bodies molding together. The water soothed Lexa’s skin, but Clarke remained her major source of warmth. “I was afraid you’d say no.”
“How could I not?” Lexa kissed her girlfriend — seemed safe to call her that way — until they were out of breath. “I hate sports, and you got me outside in a chilly morning just to watch you kicking some balls.”
“It’s one ball.”
“Whatever. Come here.”
Clarke obeyed, her hand sliding down beautiful curves to elicit a moan from Lexa. She responded in kind, hardening between them.
Octavia was pissed when she arrived home from their game and there was no hot water.
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okmcintyre · 9 months ago
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send me a character and I'll list:
favourite thing about them: Clarke's tenacity! Her first scene? She fights off two armed guards and LOCKS THEM IN HER CELL BEHIND HER. Then how she handles herself at the dropship ("You think we care who's in charge!?"). Her commitment to getting her people out of MW (despite every other leader before her failing to do so). Praimfaya. AFTER Praimfaya... When Clarke sets her mind on something, she's a force! 💥
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least favourite thing about them: I hated seeing how much crap she put up with in S6 (and even some of the earlier seasons!) I wish she'd value herself enough to apply that tenacity to her own well-being 😅
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favourite line: my answer always changes, but today it's this one from 512. It was refreshing to see Clarke own that 'Wanheda' part of herself after so many years. Loved that energy for her ⤵️
"What if I never see you again? No, not possible. How can you be sure? It's simple. You may be the Commander, but I'm the Commander of Death..."
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brOTP: MURPHY! Their dynamic is sm fun!!
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OTP: Bellarke. For sure 100% I'm always rooting for those two wonderful fools.
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nOTP: I still think the Clarke x Gaia vibes felt really... off? I wasn't a fan. And Cillian definitely wasn't my fave either, but I guess he's actually not meant to be 😅
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random headcanon: Eventually, earthkru has settled peacefully and trained a team of medics: so Clarke decides, after some convincing, to take up life as an artist.
(Though sometimes, when she can't sleep, Bellamy and Madi still find her helping patients in the med tent...)
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unpopular opinion: she wasn't completely wrong with all her S5 decisions. Some of them, like shock-collaring her daughter? YES! But feeling obligated to get a 12 year old girl tf away from Wonkru and Blodrenia? Maybe not a bad call 🤷‍♀️ Her method was lousy, but her intentions not completely un-understandable.
...and her red hair was COOL! 🤣
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song i associate with them: I'm gonna be predictable again bc ofc it's this one!
favourite picture of them: so many to choose from, but here's an adorable gif! ✨
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bababaka · 1 year ago
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Part 3 - Clexa x reader headcannons
This got longer that i wanted to :)
Lol at this point really this feels more like the bones of a fic that i was too lazy to elaborate. Oh wait. It is exactly that. Enjoy.
Part 2
Warnings: Violence. Nothing too explicit. And self deprecating thoughts :)
- An internal war was brewing. Azgeda against the coalition. Against Lexa.
- Lexa needed help. Clarke's help.
- A coup was happening. There were infiltrators amongst her people trying to undermine Lexa. Saying she wasn't the true commander. Not fit to lead. Not loyal to their ways. Weak.
- She needed you.
- Days later, you got a visitor. Though, it wasn't who you were expecting.
- Clarke? Yes. Lexa? She would have to eventually face you. Now, Adrien? Well, you couldn't hold the tears when you saw the blond teenager.
- "Adrien!"
- "Sorry for the delay, they wouldn't let me pass."
- You laughed while you sniffed and tried to clean you tears.
"And now they did?"
- "Not really" he shrugged. At seeing your raised eyebrow, he smiled cheekly. "I have my ways."
- You would be lying if you said you weren't a little bit proud.
- "What have you come here for?"
- "What do you mean? I came to see you!"
- You almost burst into tears.
- You cheer up, though. And ask him about how he was doing. And he tells you, in a boyish way. Something that he only ever did in front of you or Lexa.
- It always warms you heart to see him that way. Relaxed, free to be the kid he was, without the weight of his destiny as a natblida.
- He asks you about your time. And you try your damn best to make him laugh. You are sucessful.
- "Oh! You were with the Wanheda! Yeah! Lexa introduced me to her once. She seems smart."
- You smile. "She is very smart."
- You get confused though. Lexa was very protective of Adrien.
- "Why, Why did she introduce you two?"
- You didn't know much about Lexa and Clarke's relationship. Sure, you were there at the beginning, but not much after.
- So you were suspicious at the very least.
- Clarke forgave Lexa. And, apparently, Lexa trusted Wanheda enough to introduce her to Adrien.
- To you, that was telling a lot.
- "She wanted me to promise to Clarke when i become Heda i'd protect the skaikru."
- "What? Why would she want that? Why would she do that? She's not dead! Nor is going to die! We're not in the middle of a war or something? Are we? How long have i been here? Is Lexa in danger? Does she need help? I have to leave this cell! I have to make sure she doesn't get hurt!"
- You were spiraling. Adrien needed a few tries to get you to breath.
- "Heda is fine! She's not in danger! She's okay!"
- She's okay. She's okay.
- Adrien doesn't stay long after that. He was going to be caught if he didn't leave soon.
- Lexa doesn't take much longer to come to you.
- "Heda" you tilt your head in respect.
- She stays in silence and positions herself right in front of you. Head held high, arms behind her back just like the disciplined leader she was.
- You wait for her. You give her time.
- And while she was in silence trying to not break your neck or something, you make an assessment of her.
- She was in her clothes of Heda. No guards behind her.
- No injuries either. Good.
- Her hair was in it's usual style. Her green eyes seemed to shine a little brighter. Her shoulders weren't as heavy.
- Clarke, you presumed. Somehow, Clarke was helping Lexa. Just like the way she helped you.
- Days i couldn't get out of bed, she was there. I hope she is there for you and you are there for her.
- You heart then seemed to ache.
- You realize. Shit. Wait...
- You saw them in the beginning. And you could sense now. They are together, aren't they?
- You are happy for them. They deserve eachother. No one was more deserving.
- "Love is weak." but you could bet their love could conquer the world.
- As i would for you.
- A selfish part of you wanted them to you. To be with them.
- You knew you felt something for Clarke.
And though your relationship with Lexa was complicated, you couldn't not care for her. For the both of them.
- You just wish for more. To be more.
- But, that's impossible. You would do them no good.
- You were a spy. An assassin. A traitor.
- You look at the now frowning Heda. You betrayed and almost killed Lexa.
- At somepoint, maybe, you would've done the same to Clarke.
- Yes. They deserve eachother, and you belonged nowhere.
- A traitor the Ice Nation and the coalition. A traitor to Lexa.
- Your chest felt like it was squeezing. You couldn't hold the heavy and defeaning gaze of the Heda.
- So, you spoke.
- "Are you going to speak? Have you came here to just look at me and bask in my misery? Or do you have something important to say? Perphaps my death sentence."
- "Do you want your death? Do you think you deserve to live after what you've done?"
- For some reason, Clarke's words come to you.
- "We all make mistakes, Heda. I can't erase mine, so i shall take the consequences. Whatever you deem suitable, i will take it. If i have to die, then so be it. Just get to it."
- Lexa stays quiet at that. This time, not for long.
- "You will have a... Second chance... To prove yourself."
- You weren't expecting that. People from earth weren't... Merciful. Neither was Lexa. Not for something like treason. You still remembered Gustus.
- It seemed like that wasn't the case anymore.
- "How... How do want me to prove myself?"
- "Doing what you are acquainted with. Spying."
- You understand then. You are not getting second chance. No. You are going to serve Lexa, to be used and then discarded.
- She doesn't tell you anything more. She just calls for the guards and they just... Open you cell.
- You knew she said you'd be in probation, still, you were shocked.
- "Do you remember how to walk?" Lexa says, looking at you over her shoulder when you don't follow her. "or have you grown attached to your cell?"
- You shake yourself from your stupor.
- You go to the throne room(?) and there she is, Clarke.
- You give her a smile, though it weakens when you remember. You do her no good. You are only means to an end. A knive to help killing their enemies.
- You mean nothing. You can't. You won't.
- She notices your lack of enthusiasm. And that makes the bright smile on her face simmer down.
- You don't waste time on formalities or trivialities. You go straight to the point.
- They needed your help. Lexa needed your help.
- Lexa alongside Clarke explains everything.
- They make a great pair.
- People were trying to undermine Lexa's people and throw them against her.
- They were afraid of a coup. Of the other nations breaking the aliance and rebelling against Lexa and, most likely, joining Nia.
- When you realize Nia is alive, you don't really know what to do. Or feel. So you do your best to brush that aside.
- What you were needed to do was simple. You did things more dangerous and complicated. You needed to pretend to want to destroy Lexa, get into this little group and then report what you found out to Heda and Wanheda.
- Easy.
- "It will be done, Heda." you said serious.
- "Good."
- You never ran out of a room so fast.
Only maybe when you tried to kill your Heda.
- You just roam around. Not knowing just where to go. You didn't want to go back to your cell nor did you knew if could just get out.
- Everything felt awfully familliar.
- So familliar and yet so foreign. So out of place.
- Your mind was swelling with so many thoughts and your body with so many feelings. You felt like you could throw up.
- The bliss of solitude doesn't last long.
- Clarke reaches you.
- At first, she is silence. A very welcomed quiet.
- But all good things must come to an end.
- She asks how you are.
- You almost laugh at how ridiculous that felt. And almost tear up at how all seemed to bubble up in your throat, begging to be released, for you to throw up.
- You swallow, feeling a burning and acid in your throat.
- "I am ecstastic. I will be freed. How thrilling."
- "You used to be a much better liar than this."
- "Maybe you just used to be denser."
- "Maybe."
- She doesn't speak again. And for some dumb and sentimental reason, you felt yourself spilling words as if they were choking you.
- "There wasn't many people that knew me, truly know me. Just one. My... Friend. He was perceptive, but more than just that. He knew me."
- Ronan was like a brother to you.
- You grew up with no family, no friends. 
- Treated by everyone only as a weapon for the kingdom. Except Ronan.
- He trained alongside you.
- You were molded to be a ruthless assassin and he was molded to be an unstoppable warrior.
- You sometimes faced the same training or task.
- Learning how to move in a fight.
- Analyzing each and every types of weapons.
- Hunting wild animals.
- Torturing enemies.
- Killing comrades.
- On a task when you were 12 years old, you were released into the forest with the task of finding and then dueling each other.
- you were supposed to be silent, agile and deadly.
- He must be brute, merciless to attack and quick to defend.
- You found him, but he's the one who knocked you out.
- That day, in that way, he earned your respect.
- And somewhere along the way, you became… friends.
- And a year later, when he took the blame for stealing a loaf of bread for you, he became a brother.
- You watched the 13-year-old boy's punishment with horror.  But also with relief.
- It would have been you there.
- When asked why he took the whipping instead, he simply shrugged his shoulders and said:
"You're pretty skinny, I don't think you would have held up."
- At the time, he was the only person besides the queen you trusted.
-You missed him.
- Now, having also betrayed Queen Nia, you understood Ronan. Even if the tinniest bit.
- He had to save Costia. You only imagine how his failure must weight on him.
- You imagine if you had killed Lexa. And your stomach churns.
- Clarke tells you of Ronan. He was the one that kidnapped her.
- Of course. You should've known, but you were preocupied by something else. Like getting Clarke safe.
- "Is he... Is he still here? In Polis?"
- "I don't know. Maybe. Lexa must know."
- You didn't have the energy to talk to Lexa or to go after Ronan or do anything.
- You just wanted to sleep.
- You say your goodbyes to Clarke. You don't explain.
- You see that she's hesitant to let you alone, but doesn't push.
- Good. You really wanted some time to just be. And get a good long sleep.
- Not knowing whereelse to go, you go back to your cell.
- The guards were confused, but let you in regardless.
- You pay them no mind.
- You just... Lay in the hard cold ground. You were already used to that.
- You are going to be used. She wants you to do her dirty work to save herself.
- It turns out, despite all the sadness you felt, you didn't care all that much.
- As long as she is safe, you would be fine.
- As long as they are happy.
Part 4
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z00oo1 · 2 years ago
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Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky 
Clarke is in a coma after Gabriel removes the chip.
Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky
Clarkewho managed to grab control from taking herself and Josephine out as a way to eliminate the chip altogether.
Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky
I wish you would write a fic where it took so long for the gang to figure out Clarke wasn’t Clarke
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Ark Descending by warmfluffypastries
What happens if the Ark didn't come down at the end of season 1?
Burning Up by PenguinsofProse
Clarke makes it back to the rocket just in time, but with radiation sickness.
Love Hurts by diemension
Modern AU. Clarke deals with the repercussions of a lie Finn tells.
Welcome to Earth by marauders_groupie
Bellamy of the Shallow Valley clan has to marry Death herself: Wanheda.
Comic Hypocrisy by Gryffindor_by_birth
Until the Sun Makes the Hills its Grave by meliebee
It didn’t take long for Clarke to realise that something was wrong. No one else did, but she doesn’t expect them to because what's wrong isn't the planet, it's her.
Atone by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky
A quick scouting mission turns into a fight for survival as Clarke tries to work through what she’s done – even if it means giving her life.
The Bruise Won't Heal by theinvisibledisaster
Some Things are Worth Dying For by Nyx_21
What if Bellamy stayed behind with Clarke when the rocket left?
And Now Your Home by asroarke
Grounder!Bellamy AU where Clarke finds out she isn't the last person left on Earth.
I'm on my knees your faith in shreds by stoneage_woman
As the last survivors of humanity try to make a fresh beginning on a new, deserted planet, Bellamy tries to find his way back to a lonely, distant Clarke.
Tell Me How it Really Feels by skittishasakitten
To dwell in dreams and remember how to live by PenguinsofProse
Clarke wakes up on the Eligius ship after twenty years in cryosleep, and it turns out that Sanctum and Bardo were all part of a horrific nightmare.
Eden by ohsupernaturall
Alternate universe where Bellamy stays behind for Clarke when Praimfaya hits.
Show Me What your Looking For by bitscrawford
Sanctuary by abitcfstardust
Bellamy had lost Clarke more times than he could count. He wouldn't let Josephine Lightbourne get her away from him one more time.
Wake Up by HiatusMusings
When Clarke stays in Arkadia after crushing the mountain she thinks she can still hide from those that looked to her.
Yours Truly by virgohotspot
Or, Serial Killer!Clarke is engaged to Horror Writer!Bellamy. She's determined to hide the monster she thinks she is for the man that she loves.
We keep doing better by sobsicles
Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke are stranded together on the last inhabitable patch of earth for six years and seven days.
Tear me to pieces by MABlake
Murphy discovers that Echo tried to choke Clarke before they left the earth and nobody had told him
We are Strangers Drawn Together by whatspastisprologue
Perhaps, after the mountain, Clarke, Bellamy, and the Delinquents can finally find peace and a true home on the ground.
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lexa-griffins · 9 months ago
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To your anon:
Yo, I am right there with you. I’m going to share a little bit on my recent fandom experience.
I have never written g!p, and never thought I would even read it. If I’m being honest, it’s something that I was always under the impression was too taboo, fetishized, and typically non-con; which isn’t my cup of tea. To each their own though, for real. It’s fiction. Who am I to judge? (Not to say that it’s all like that, because it’s truly not! Just something I’d always thought was the truth.)
However, I have found myself being really interested in Wanheda’s Dagger ™️ 👀 and Clarke’s BDE with something to back it up.
As a WLW who doesn’t care what is between their lovers’ legs, I’ve found myself stumbling upon some ABO and g!p fics that are honestly really good, and most of the time very well written smut.
All that to say that, I may be submitting something for Wanheda’s Dagger Week 😳
Completely out of my comfort zone. But fuck it. What is fandom if not an experience that you’re enjoying? This is a space for us to be ourselves and share our interests and art.
Thanks for making this space, dude.
Thank you so much for sharing! ☺️☺️ this is so true for just about anything fandom related. Sometimes, you just gotta try and write it! Even if you think you won't do it justice! Because yes, someone else may be able to write it, but what you write is still so unique to you, and your writing is always worth being read!
To be completely frank, I used to feel the exact same way! It felt like it was fetishizing and like I was reading something taboo and that I was bad by reading! And the fact most clexa were g!p Lexa, which I was never a fan off, it was like it comfirmed my bias over those type of fics and how they were uncomfy and bad to write and read!
I will always say that realizing I was a lesbian and only getting to explore that part of me more online, i did get fed that idea that lesbians are attracted to vaginas /only/ and of there was something that made me get over that baby gay mentality of that idea was reading g!p and alpha Clarke fics, because Clarke was always a character I felt very attracted too and having Lexa as a lesbian be ok with Clarke made my stupid and incorrect idea of if a lesbian so much as thinks of a dick they stop being one be thrown to the garbage!
I am glad to hear you may be writing something for the event ☺️ fandoms are supposed to allow you the freedom to explore those characters in as many ways as you'd like and have a space where you won't be judged for it! It's about sharing that love for the characters in many forms and sharing your creativity with the people who enjoy them!!
Thank you 🩷 I'm really glad I get to have this little space where me and everyone get to share this little niche side of the fandom ☺️🩷
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reallygroovyninja · 6 months ago
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Thank you to the person/people who gave me all the fluffy Wanhedas dagger week prompts. I wrote the reverse of one of them in Blurred Lines Part 2, but I will write a different scene for yours. I will look at the prompts over on the wanheda page to see if I can fluff one of those up too. lol. If you have any more, send them my way.
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slytherinbarnes · 1 year ago
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You know, I was rereading the Sub Rosa Season 2 finally and I kept thinking about how Clarke and La Lune fit the "I am the mastermind, he's my accomplice" trend PERFECTLY.
Like the whole concept of Wanheda and Wanlida is just so perfect for the trend.
Specifically it was the part where Clarke tells La Lune to kill Dante. IT'S LITERALLY IT.
nodding my head emphatically bc Y E S
sometimes i just create edits in my head for sub rosa bc i am not talented enough to make actual ones lmao. just know i will be mentally editing this too lmaooo
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bigg1999 · 2 years ago
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"You were right Clarke. Life is about more than just surviving.”
Clarke shakes her head, attempting to clear the memory from her mind. The sight of Lexa laying on the bed, face clear of warpaint. Her face is clear of the burden normally upon her, causing her to look years younger. Eyes are wet and full of unshed tears with black blood dripping out the corner of her mouth.
A shiver runs through her body as Clarke feels the ghost of their last kiss on her lips. She sniffles, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand.
“Wanheda. Rika will see you now,” a voice interrupts her personal moment, earning a quick nod.
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Clarke stands in front of the small mirror, looking at the new bold black ink now a part of her face. The lines aren’t as thick as Clarke is used to seeing upon those in Trikru, Rika having stated that each clan has a different style, and this was to be Skikru’s, should more wish to mark themselves. Small line work, as they are now for living in the skies, they shouldn’t have the same thick, grounding, lines as Trikru.
The ink starts in the middle of her forehead, trailing down her nose, then branching off, swirls hugging the underneath of her eyes, a few trailing downwards, much like Lexa’s well-known face paint, but tastefully done. There are three small circles trailing down the middle of her chin, just like the small break that had been in Lexa’s tattoo.
“I barely recognize you, Clarke, you look like some grounder!”
Her mother’s words ring in her ears as she runs a hand through her stained red hair, one side of it gone, what’s left cut short, totally different to her normal long blonde locks. The ink covering her face doesn’t change its structure, but it does create an intimidating aura around her.
“I don’t want to be me,” she confesses, before throwing herself on her small bed, “Not without her,” she sobs, breaking down into tears.
Slowly, the darkness creeps in, and Clarke falls asleep.
Read more here Artwork done by @ghoulgeists & @kierenrose
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queerstuffonscreen · 1 year ago
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The 100 (2014-2020)
Episode length: 39-42 min.
Country: USA
Genre: Science Fiction, Drama, Action, Adventure
Language: English
100 years in the future, when the Earth has been abandoned due to radioactivity, the last surviving humans live on an ark orbiting the planet — but the ark won't last forever. So the repressive regime picks 100 expendable juvenile delinquents to send down to Earth to see if the planet is still habitable.
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Season 1
Episode 1: Pilot
Episode 2: Earth Skills
Episode 3: Earth Kills
Episode 4: Murphy's Law
Episode 5: Twilight's Last Gleaming
Episode 6: His Sister's Keeper
Episode 7: Contents Under Pressure
Episode 8: Day Trip
Episode 9: Unity Day
Episode 10: I Am Become Death
Episode 11: The Calm
Episode 12: We Are Grounders – Part I
Episode 13: We Are Grounders – Part II
Season 2
Episode 1: The 48
Episode 2: Inclement Weather
Episode 3: Reapercussions
Episode 4: Many Happy Returns
Episode 5: Human Trials
Episode 6: Fog of War
Episode 7: Long Into an Abyss
Episode 8: Spacewalker
Episode 9: Remember Me
Episode 10: Survival of the Fittest
Episode 11: Coup de Grace
Episode 12: Rubicon
Episode 13: Resurrection
Episode 14: Bodyguard of Lies
Episode 15: Blood Must Have Blood, Part One
Episode 16: Blood Must Have Blood, Part Two
Season 3
Episode 1: Wanheda: Part One
Episode 2: Wanheda: Part Two
Episode 3: Ye Who Enter Here
Episode 4: Watch the Thrones
Episode 5: Hakeldama
Episode 6: Bitter Harvest
Episode 7: Thirteen
Episode 8: Terms and Conditions
Episode 9: Stealing Fire
Episode 10: Fallen
Episode 11: Nevermore
Episode 12: Demons
Episode 13: Join or Die
Episode 14: Red Sky at Morning
Episode 15: Perverse Instantiation – Part One
Episode 16: Perverse Instantiation – Part Two
Season 4
Episode 1: Echoes
Episode 2: Heavy Lies the Crown
Episode 3: The Four Horsemen
Episode 4: A Lie Guarded
Episode 5: The Tinder Box
Episode 6: We Will Rise
Episode 7: Gimme Shelter
Episode 8: God Complex
Episode 9: DNR
Episode 10: Die All, Die Merrily
Episode 11: The Other Side
Episode 12: The Chosen
Episode 13: Praimfaya
Season 5
Episode 1: Eden
Episode 2: Red Queen
Episode 3: Sleeping Giants
Episode 4: Pandora's Box
Episode 5: Shifting Sands
Episode 6: Exit Wonds
Episode 7: Acceptable Losses
Episode 8: How We Get to Peace
Episode 9: Sic Semper Tyrannis
Episode 10: The Warriors Will
Episode 11: The Dark Year
Episode 12: Damocles – Part One
Episode 13: Damocles – Part Two
Season 6
Episode 1: Sanctum
Episode 2: Red Sun Rising
Episode 3: The Children of Gabriel
Episode 4: The Face Behind the Glass
Episode 5: The Gospel of Josephine
Episode 6: Memento Mori
Episode 7: Nevermind
Episode 8: The Old Man and the Anomaly
Episode 9: What You Take With You
Episode 10: Matryoshka
Episode 11: Ashes to Ashes
Episode 12: Adjustment Protocol
Episode 13: The Blood of Sanctum
Season 7
Episode 1: From the Ashes
Episode 2: The Garden
Episode 3: False Gods
Episode 4: Hesperides
Episode 5: Welcome to Bardo
Episode 6: Nakara
Episode 7: The Queen's Gambi
Episode 8: Anaconda
Episode 9: The Flock
Episode 10: A Little Sacrifice
Episode 11: Etherea
Episode 12: The Stranger
Episode 13: Blood Giant
Episode 14: A Sort of Homecoming
Episode 15: The Dying of the Light
Episode 16: The Last War
Watch on Netflix
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ao3feed-the100 · 1 year ago
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The comfort of chains
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zj30w5b
by SoaringHurricane
Clarke Griffin had always known that she wanted to be conquered by her romantic partner soulmate, Natasha Romanoff. Always. It was funny, you know? So many had tried to control her and make her do what they wanted. But none of them could make her bend. The only ones who could command Clarke Griffin, Wanheda, was Natasha Romanoff and her other mates. Them and no one else, would survive caging her.
Words: 4818, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 40 of I will always be your monster
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Marvel (Comics), Marvel 616, Black Widow (Comics), Black Widow (Movie 2021), DCU, DCU (Comics), Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020), The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Dinah Lance, Beatriz da Costa, Yelena Belova, Niylah, Maria Hill, Mari Jiwe McCabe
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Natasha Romanov, Clarke Griffin/Dinah Lance, Dinah Lance/Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova/Clarke Griffin, Clarke Griffin/Niylah, Clarke Griffin/Mari Jiwe McCabe, Clarke Griffin/Maria Hill, Beatriz da Costa/Clarke Griffin, Yelena Belova/Beatriz da Costa, Mari Jiwe McCabe/Niylah
Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Mommy Kink, Safewords, Gangbang, Mommy Dom Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Mommy Dom Dinah Lance, Mommy Dom Yelena Belova, Mommy Dom Niylah, Clarke Griffin Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Strap-Ons, Bondage, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Grinding, Overstimulation, Bad Parent Abby Griffin
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zj30w5b
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owl127 · 6 months ago
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What do you know about boxing? There’s something real sexy about the thought of Lexa training, fighting, and being mended by Clarke. Potential for a one-shot or perhaps a multi part fic?
Sweat, gloves, punching, some footwork? That covers a good part of my boxing knowledge, but yay for the creative license to ✨️bullshit ✨️
Maybe something like sweaty Lexa being constantly patched up by am exasperated Clarke...?
"I wonder if there will ever be a time we meet where I don't have to stitch you up," Clarke said with a dry chuckle that didn't land.
Lexa's bloody lips pulled in a half smirk nonetheless, and there was a sparkle in her eyes, even in the swelling shut one.
"Are you asking me out, Miss Griffin?" the fighter asked, not wincing as the needle threaded through scared, bruised skin. Clarke blushed, but focused on making sure Lexa would have an eyebrow to tell the tale of her latest victory.
"Seems rather inappropriate," Clarke said, leaning back to inspec her work. Fingers clad in black gloves tilted Lexa's chin here and there, and Clarke nodded in satisfaction.
"I can make it more inappropriate," Lexa said with a confidence she usually didn't show, and she winced at a failed attempt to wiggle her newly stitched eyebrow.
"You're concussed," Clarke argued, but she couldn't fight a smile.
"Your number, then," Lexa reasoned, and the bright LED light of the med room hidden in the underbelly of the arena was suddenly warmer. Clarke picked up her instruments and busied herself with the first aid kit.
"Ask me that when you're not bleeding all over my trousers," Clarke argued, finally looking at the starry-eyed victor of the night.
Someone called Lexa's name down the hallway, and their little bubble of intimacy and gauze popped. Lexa was once again a rising boxing star, and Clarke was the lucky EMT who got paid to touch her.
Before Lexa stood, she held Clarke's hand in calloused fingers, brushing a light kiss where the skin still smelled like fresh latex.
"Believe me," Lexa said, "I will."
OR, idk, enemy to lovers vibe???
Anya slapped Lexa in the face, the sharp sound echoing in the small green room.
"Tell me again what you are not going to do out there?" her coach yelled, and Lexa welcomed the stinging pain.
"I will not--"
"You will not make a fucking fool of yourself! Now get outta here!" Anya yelled in her annoying philly accent. She positioned herself behind Lexa, while Gustus and Niko took positions to her right and left, their towering forms elevating her emerald robe as she bounced down the corridor in the packed arena. She couldn’t discern a single word of the announcer as the camera crew traced her steps. By the time she made it to the ring, her robe had fallen off somewhere, and the tight braids around her head were free to the shouting fans and blinking flashlights.
Lexa was ready for this.
She was a champion, a warrior, a--
"Wanheda!"
She snapped her head to the opposite side of the ring where her opponent had just been announced. And there she was, in all her golden glory, with shorts tighter than Lexa's underwear and braids carefully following her scalp. Clarke Griffin, the Wanheda, the rising star who dared to challenge Lexa's reign. The girl with the easy smile and soft, soft whimpers when she orgasmed, as Lexa had found out less than 24 hours ago.
Lexa thought she was ready for this.
She was a fool.
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