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Chapters: 7/10
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Abby Griffin, Luna (The 100), Anya (The 100)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, Online Relationship, Pandemics, Marriage Proposal, Marriage of Convenience, Clexa Week 2022 (The 100)
Summary:
Starlight and star-crossed
Take me so breathless
We could be reckless
Honey, letâs get married
- Letâs Get Married, Bleachers
In the midst of a pandemic and under an increasingly oppressive government, Clarke feels like her life is crumbling. Her only escape is online, where she met Lexa, a fellow fan of her favorite show. Their friendship has grown beyond that, and Clarke doesnât quite know what to do with Lexaâs concern about her, or the feelings Clarke is developing.
When Lexa proposes a possible solution, an escape from the life - and country - where Clarke struggles to imagine a future, she has a big decision to make.
For Clexa Week 2022 - Day 4 - Arranged Marriage
Also for Qvert, because of reasons.
Moodboard here
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Chapter 7
Lexa hesitated. Even though this was all she wanted, everything she wanted, she hesitated. Because if she kissed Clarke, if she gave in to this thing that had been building between them for the past month, and for so much longer than that, really, how could she ever let her go? If she kissed her now, how could she face weeks or months or hell, years of not kissing her? How couldâ
How could she not, though? How could she look Clarke in the eye after hearing the words sheâd longed to hear and deny her? How could she answer her plea to please, please kiss her in anything other than the affirmative?
Still, she had to ask. She had to know.
âAre you sure?â
âYes,â Clarke said. Fierce. Firm. âYes, Iâm sure. Iâve never been more sure of anything in mââ
âmy life, Lexa was pretty sure sheâd been about to say, but Clarke didnât get the opportunity to finish the statement because Lexaâs mouth collided with hers, too fast and too hard, and then softer and slower and it was everything, everything Lexa had wanted, everything sheâd ever allowed herself to dream and so much more. Clarkeâs lips parted for her, deepening the kiss, the tip of her tongue flicking out to trace Lexaâs lower lip, then brushed against Lexaâs, sending a shudder through her as their bodies fit against each other in a hug tighter than theyâd ever allowed themselves because, wellâŠ
âReally?â Lexa asked when they were finally forced to pull apart for want of oxygen. âThis whole time?â
Clarkeâs eyes widened. âDonât put this all on me! You didnât say anything either!â
âI know, butââ
âUh-uh.â Clarke shook her head, her expression trying for stern, but it was belied by the sparkle of laughter in her eyes. âYou do not get to pin this all on me, Lexa Woods.â
Lexa sighed, and grumbled, but she knew Clarke was right. Theyâd both held back on saying the thing that most needed to be said, and she was sure Clarke had her reasons just like Lexa, and it was possible some of them were even the same.
It didnât matter now. Or, it did, but only because they could have had this the whole time they were together, instead of only for the last few minutes before they were forced to part. Lexa swallowed hard against the sudden lump that rose in her throat.
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I hope you do not need to be told this but
DO NOT. EVER. PUT A SINGLE ONE OF MY FANFICS INTO CHATGPT OR ANY OTHER AI. EVER. NEVER EVER EVER PURPOSEFULLY FEED ANYTHING I HAVE CREATED INTO AI. NEVER.
If you do this, I will fucking haunt you every time you use the bathroom until youâre so scared to piss that you DIE OF INTERNAL PISS POISONING. This is what you will deserve if you help the evil internet steal my shit.
If you disagree with this, please unfollow me and stop reading my work, thank you very much.
feel free to reblog if this is true for you too.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Aden (The 100), Madi (The 100), Luna (The 100), Tris (The 100), Adria (The 100), Ethan Hardy (The 100), Otan (The 100), Anya (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Foster Care, Adoption
Series: Part 21 of From the Mouths of Babes
Summary:
Ten years later, a little girl looks out the window of the home sheâs recently arrived in after losing the only home and family sheâs ever known, and itâs suggested that maybe she goes outside. Across the street, another little girl decorates her driveway with sidewalk chalkâŠ
The more things change, the more they stay the same as a family comes full-circleâŠ
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ââŠoutside.â
Adria blinked, tearing her attention away from the window. Her gaze skittered over the other girl in the room â Tris, her name was Tris, Adria knew it even if sheâd never said it â and landed instead on the painting of the ocean that adorned one of the walls. Sheâd seen the ocean once. Theyâd gone together, as a family, Mama and Papa and her. Before. When they were still a family. When they still were.
ââŠlistening?â
She wasnât. Listening.
She should listen. She knew she should. Tris was older than her. Tris was in charge. Not really, but sort of. Like a sister.
Adria had been a sister, almost. But then war had happened, far away until it wasnât. War had happened, and Papa had disappeared, and then the baby and then Mama, and she was alone until she wasnât, and she was home until she wasnât, until she was here. Far from war, but also far from home, and far from who sheâd been, and she had no idea who she was becoming.
This is your home now, she told herself in Mamaâs voice. You must be a good girl. You must listen.
But even when I listen I donât understand. It sounded whiny even in her own head.
You will learn, Mama said, or maybe Papa. You will learn, because you must learn. Youâre a clever girl.
She didnât feel clever. She felt lost, and alone, and scared. Of everything, all the time.
Give it time. Youâll find your way.
She didnât want to. The only way I want to find is back to you.
Even though it was impossible, because they were dead. Not lost, not gone. Dead. Mama and Papa and the almost baby. They were never coming back.
We never left. Weâre always with you.
It was a lie, but it was a good lie, so Adria let herself believe it.
But you must be good, and you must listen, and you must learn.
Adria sighed. She tried to make it quiet but it wasnât. At all. It was long and it was loud and Adria wouldnât have been surprised if it had ruffled Trisâ hair all the way across the room. It didnât, quite, but it did make her blink, and then her mouth twitched and Adria expected it to open in a yell but what came out instead was a laugh.
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Chapters: 4/4
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Aden (The 100), Abby Griffin, Luna (The 100), Anya (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Becca (The 100), Fox (The 100), Roma (The 100), Madi (The 100)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Foster Care, Adoption
Series: Part 20 of From the Mouths of Babes
Summary:
An out-of-the-blue call sets Clarke and Lexaâs family down a (somewhat) unexpected path.
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Chapter 4
âThey just⊠let us walk out of here?â Lexa asked, a frown furrowing a crease between her brows that had begun to etch itself permanently. âWith a baby? Like we know what weâre doing?â
âThatâs pretty much how it works, yeah,â Clarke said. âIf it makes you feel any better, my mom said she had the same thought when she left the hospital with me, and she had a lot more time to get used to the idea.â
The corner of Lexaâs mouth quirked. âThat does make me feel better, actually,â she said. âI just⊠what if weâre not ready?â
What Clarke knew she was really asking was, âWhat if we made a mistake?â But they hadnât. Clarke knew they hadnât, and she knew Lexa knew it too. They only had to look at the sleeping face of their daughter, with her perfect rosebud mouth and her fluff of dark hair and her barely there eyebrows that went up and down as she dreamed of whatever babies dreamed of, to know that this had been the right decision. And it was nearly impossible to tear their eyes away from her, even when they were supposed to be paying attention to what the doctors and nurses were telling them.
âWeâll figure it out,â Clarke said, resting her hand on the small of Lexaâs back. âWe always do.â
Lexa looked at her, her eyes soft in a way they were so rarely soft, and she smiled, which was a lot less rare these days but still felt like an accomplishment every single time. âWe do, donât we?â She double-checked the straps on the baby seat, making sure everything was secure and there was no chance of Madi slipping out. âLetâs do it.â
They walked past the room next door, the room Madi had been born in, and Clarke couldnât help sneaking a glance, but it was empty. Roma must have been discharged already, which Clarke hoped was a good sign. She hoped wherever she was, she wasnât alone, and that she would have all the support she needed to get her through this. It couldnât be easy, even if was what she wanted, even if she was confident it was the right thing for her and for her baby. Clarke still didnât know if suspicions about the relationship between Roma and Fox were correct, or if they might become correct at some point in the future, but even if she was completely off base, Fox was clearly a good friend and Clarke hoped she would continue to be for as long as Roma needed her.
She â they â would have liked to have talked to Roma again, to discuss what happened, what she wanted to have happen â in the future. They were comfortable with the idea of an open adoption. Theyâd done plenty of reading (maybe too much) and in general it was the best, healthiest approach. But when theyâd asked (through their caseworker because boundaries) Roma hadnât wanted to see them. She said she wanted to make a clean break of it, and they werenât going to argue. In the end, theyâd written a letter, and asked their caseworker to tell Roma that the letter would be left with the adoption agency. Even if she didnât have regrets or second thoughts, her feelings might still change over time about what, if any, involvement she wanted to have in Madiâs life. The letter would be waiting for her if she did.
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ALRIGHT FEMSLASHFEBLINGS bet you thought you'd seen the last of me, well, not so fast! here's next year's prompt list... with a twist. we're going EVIL, baby đ
if you're new here, I do this every year!! can be any form of media, the only rule is to make it femslash (term is loose, whatever sapphic/GL/yuri content you want, throw 'em in the ring) and you can do as much or as little as you please. no series restrictions but please tag warnings appropriately. thanks and mwah mwah!
see you in february!
(full prompt list in text under the cut)
femslashfeb2024 (evil edition):
if only
please be gentle
your life is mine
doomed by the narrative
hands for holding
it still bleeds
come back soon
living dead
in the shadows
love is devotion
alternate timeline
karma
goddess
before you go
haunting
hourglass
weapons
once upon a time
partners-in-crime
chose violence
fantasy
anything for you
copycat
plagued by the horrors
your voice
apocalypse
diamond
made you smile
and then I found you
(p.s. no it doesn't have to be evil. take the prompts however you wish!)
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Chapters: Œ
Fandom: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Aden (The 100), Abby Griffin, Luna (The 100), Anya (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Becca (The 100), Fox (The 100), Roma (The 100), Madi (The 100)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Foster Care, Adoption
Series: Part 20 of From the Mouths of Babes
Summary:
An out-of-the-blue call sets Clarke and Lexaâs family down a (somewhat) unexpected path.
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âYes, no, I understand,â Clarke said. âI appreciate you calling. Youâve given me â us â a lot to think about. Iâll talk with Lexa and let you know. Thanks, you too. Bye.â
She dropped her phone into her lap and her head into her hands. Sheâd told her boss she would only be a minute, but that had been⊠had it only been five minutes ago? It didnât seem possible, given the conversation sheâd just had. She ran her fingers through her hair, feeling the tug on her scalp as they tangled in the even messier than usual bun.
I need a haircut, she thought, like sheâd thought several times a week for the last several weeks. Months, actually. She kept meaning to make an appointment, and then something would come up and she would forget or lose the slot of free time sheâd thought she was going to have, and⊠yeah. Life was chaotic and other things â and people â took priority, and she was crazy to even consider adding yet another complicating factor into her life, right?
And yet she was considering it.
âYou know what? Fuck it.â Clarke unsnarled her fingers and left the little meeting room sheâd shut herself in, striding down the hall to her bossâs office. The door was cracked, so she poked her head in. âI know itâs short notice, but Iâm going to need the rest of the afternoon.â
Her boss looked up, startled. âIs everything all right?â
âEverythingâs fine,â Clarke reassured her. âI donât have any appointments; I was just going to catch up on paperwork butâŠâ
âThatâs fine,â her boss said. âYouâre more caught up than I am.â She rolled her eyes and gestured to the stack of folders on her desk. âEnjoy the afternoon.â She looked at Clarke again, catching her gaze and holding it. âIf you ever need to talk about anything, Iâm here,â she said. âDoesnât have to be work-related.â
âThanks,â Clarke said. âI appreciate it.â And maybe Iâll take you up on that at some point, but first I need to talk to my wife.
But before that, she was getting a damn haircut.
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Clexaweek2024 ~ a free for all~
This year for Clexaweek, rather than assigning themes to the days, it's a free for all. Post whatever you want! Create something new, or update a Work in Progress. Share and support each other's work, leave comments, share fic recs and reblog your favorite art. Post on March 3rd!
If you would like to make something new and want a theme - you can send me an ask for a prompt idea, or feel free to check out years worth of prompts here.
Guidelines for posting here.
To view previous clexaweeks, here's a link.
Have a great 2024!
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I have an idea for this...but I've also had Covid turning my brain to marshmallow this week. Recovering now, so maybe something in the coming days...
Day 1: Basically a Hallmark Movie
Hallmark movie vibes. Holiday feel-good movie feel. Romance, Christmas, fake dating, old flings, new flings, enemies to lovers.
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Medusa and The Blind Woman
Part I
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She crashes in on an easterly wave.Â
One that threatens the bare spindles of a long dead port. The wind bites at stilts gnarled by sea salt and the negligence of time, threads of frayed twine whipping in retaliating lashes against the onslaught versus sturdy grecian wood.Â
Lexa watches from on high, eyes on mastheads and white sails in the distance when she takes a moment to admire her only non-hissing companion, the sea. She stands an eagle in her nest of serpentine thorns, as the speck of a sailor draws near from the horizon, boat marching on the back of winds that carry it onward. The ocean howls of intruders long before they arrive, the swishing churn of embattled rip tides announcing the threat among rustled gusts and spits of algae foam.Â
It's all become so painfully predictable.Â
Lexa sighs at the sight of them marching on toward her fortress.Â
A sinking weight floods her stomach, weary resignation presses heavy against her throat.
The grip of her spade reminds hers they mean nothing to her morning, to her unforgiving schedule that must be kept. What with the chill slipping through the cracks of a waning afternoon sun setting on the intruder's horizon.Â
She doesn't bother to watch their approach further, instead keeping her thoughts to steady hands that churn earth and crumble stone, driving her blade against charcoal and turning it to soot. She checks her moorings to the west and fells a few fresh saplings for kindling. Nuisances in that particular corner of her nest of thorns, ones she's been waging a losing battle with for ages.
Her thoughts scatter like the seed and silt that pour through the calloused cracks of her fingers, wonderingâ
A sharp whine fills the air below, followed by a screech and crash of splintering wood. A thunderous boom echoes along the rockside loud enough to shake the very gravel under her feet followed by a full chested bellow.
"Gods damn it all!"
Lexa straightens from her work at the cry of anger, loud enough to have her dropping her tools where she stands. Loud enough to send a shiver across her scalp that hisses and spits its welcome in return.Â
She slips past brambles and thickets of overgrowth. Moves between boulders and shrugging aside the hang of vine, winding her way to the edge of her oasis. The sweet scent of honeysuckle mixes with sea water as she moves close to the rocky ledge of the cliff shore.Â
Careful to stay hidden, tucked neatly in the shadows, she lifts a few leaves on the tips of her finger to see her would be⊠captorsâŠ
Or. Captor.
The waters are littered with floating bits of dock and warped wood, now useless and broken into a thousand tiny shards that bob their way back out into the wild.Â
In its place is a boat.Â
A rather pathetic boat, Lexa notes at the feel of a nose nudging her cheek. A vessel of one lonely single seat, barely a rod for a mast, with two matching oars on each side. The sight of its paltry build makes her frown, her lips slackening in shock as she looks past the debris of the wreckage to the fleeing white sails receding into the burgeoning twilight distance.Â
Another screeched caw from a circling bird above makes Lexa jump, ignoring the snap and hiss in her ear at the same time the air fills with a strained, "Oh shut up!"
Well.
This is certainly not what she had expected.Â
BecauseâŠ
She's blonde.Â
Her apparent assassin is blonde.Â
And a woman. Â
Altogether a decidedly less muscular figure than Lexa had become accustomed to seeing her would-be heroes in the making that washed up on her shores. Not the type bearing rippling muscles, or the thuggish brawn born of beating one's own chest.
In fact, this assassin is downright dainty. Â
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This is Tumblr, so if it doesn't work as an ad, it can always do duty as a fic prompt.
most convincing Tumblr ad I've ever received. almost made me download whatever shitass dating app that is
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Hereâs hoping you and/or your followers can help me! I have been trying to find a Clexa fic for days now. Itâs a second chance story where the whole gang is at Abbyâs beach house to celebrate Linctaviaâs upcoming wedding. Clarke said she wasnât going to be there but ended up making it. Lexa is there already. Sheâs already put her stuff in Clarkeâs room. Clarke assumes Costia is with her but they broke up. Clexa agree to share the room and Raven locks them in so they have to talk.
Does this sound at all familiar to anyone?
This sounds super familiar but I canât think of what it is!
Anyone else?
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18. circus au + 64. star crossed lovers
Slow and low on a tightrope
The lions are sleeping when the girl stumbles into the tent.
It's late. Late enough Lexa's bones are aching, her hands trembling uncontrollably after hours upon days upon weeks of brandishing heavy whips. She's supposed to be cleaning and packing but instead she's dozing off where she leans against Roan's cage. The lion is curled up next to her, steady snores lulling Lexa deeper into slumberâ until a deep growl disturbs the peace.
Lexa jolts awake, and her eyes open to immediately focus on someone slipping into the tent. It's a little girl with a fancy dress Lexa could never dream to afford, and golden hair that catches the low light.
The girl notices her at once, and freezes where she'd slipped in through the slit in the tent. Her eyes are bright, and widen when she registers Lexa staring at her.
"Hi," she whispers, cut off abruptly when Roan growls again. Her eyes grow even wider.
"Shh," Lexa tells the lion, reaching through the bars to pat his head and rub an ear. The girl watches, lips parted in awe.
Lexa recognizes this girl from the show. She'd sat in the front row, laughed hard at the clowns, clapped hard for the trapeze fliers, and gasped for the fire-jugglers. She'd looked starstruck when the lions jumped through rings of fire. Lexa had been so preoccupied with the girl's reactions that she'd almost missed her cue. Anya noticed, of course. She'd cuffed the back of Lexa's head the moment the act was over and they left the tent, and snapped out a reminder that one momentary lapse of attention could result in an injury to a lion, bite from a lion, or worse, a customer getting attacked.
Lexa didn't argue that she'd grown up with these lions and trusted them more than she trusted herself. Anya wouldn't hear it anyway. She only let Lexa be her second grudgingly; Anya was sixteen and Lexa was nine, and Anya insisted Lexa was too young to be training with them, but Becca allowed it. She had a soft spot for the lions herself.
"I like your lions," the little girl says, daring to take a step closer. "Could Iâ could I pet one?"
"You better not," Lexa says after considering it. "They don't know you."
Another step closer. "You could introduce us."
"I don't know you, either."
The girl just stood a few feet away now, her eyes shifting from the lions to Lexa, darting back and forth.
"I'm Clarke."
The girl looks expectantly at her. Lexa continues to just stand next to the cage, her arms uselessly hanging at her sides, her palms sweaty. She doesn't know why she feels like she's being cornered, somehow. But the girl is standing hardly a foot away, and Roan is sitting up, now, amber eyes keenly watching the interaction.
"I'm Lexa." Lexa swallows, confused by the lurch of her stomach when Clarke's lips curve in a bright smile. She blinks when Clarke offers a hand. Discreetly wipes her hand on her pants, hoping it cleans it of dirt and sweat before grasping Clarke's hand.
Clarke shakes it and then continues to hold it. Lexa looks at her with wide eyes.
"I thought your show was really good," Clarke says shyly.
They both blush. Clarke drops her hand, and Lexa clenches and unclenches it at her side a few times.
"Thanks," she finally manages.
"This is my first time ever at the circus."
"Really?" Lexa says curiously. She's been here for as long as she can remember. She can't imagine any other life. Emoriâ a girl a few years older than her, who joined their troupe just last yearâ said that normal life was really boring. "What do you do all day then?"
"School," Clarke smiles at her like the idea of anything else is silly.
"I know what school is," Lexa says quickly. "I get homeschooled here. I know math and everything."
Clarke just looks at her and smiles like Lexa is the most interesting thing in the world. Considering Lexa's standing next to a humongous lion, she can't help but to preen a little at that.
"Does your mother and father do circus stuff too?"
Lexa stills; Clarke notices, and the smile fades from her face. Lexa doesn't want it to. She likes her smile.
"I don't have parents," she says honestly. "I did have a mother when I was a baby, but sheâ she gave me to the circus."
Clarke's brows jump to her hairline. "She gave you to the circus?"
Lexa swallows around the lump that's suddenly in her throat. She shuffles back to put some distance between them, sitting back on the table next to the cage and hoping Clarke didn't notice her clumsily almost trip over her feet as she did so. But Clarke doesn't seem to get the hint, and only gives the lion a cursory glance before determinedly stepping toward Lexa.
"Do you think the circus would take me if my parents gave me?" she asks.
Lexa stares at her. Oh. So Clarke didn't think it was odd. SheâŠ
"You want to join the circus?" Saying the words aloud puts a strange flood of excitement in Lexa. She likes the idea of this girl being around. She's interesting. Lexa likes how blue her eyes are and the freckle above her lip. She likes that she doesn't look scared to stand near the lions, and that she wasn't afraid to sneak in here in the first place.
"Yes," Clarke says, zero hesitation and all enthusiasm.
A smile grows on Lexa's face, starting out crooked. "Everyone in the circus has a job," she says seriously. "So you gotta do something. What can you do?"
"I can draw really good," Clarke's head rises high, her shoulders back, confident. But Lexa wrinkles her nose.
"We already have good drawers here," she says apologetically. There were a few people that painted all the carts and signs; they didn't need anyone else. "What else can you do?"
Clarke chews on her bottom lip, eyes darting around as she thinks. "UmâŠI get good grades?"
"That wouldn't really be an act though," Lexa points out. "Anything else?"
Clarke lapses into silence, eyes downcast and brow furrowed, appearing troubled for the first time. Lexa bites her own lip, trying to think for her.
"Can you ride a unicycle?" she prompts. Clarke shakes her head. "Can you throw knives?"
"I could throw them," Clarke says hesitatingly, "But probably not very good."
"Can you swallow swords?"
"Definitely not. I can barely swallow broccoli." She exchanges a small smile with Lexa.
"Hmm. Can you swing on the trapeze?"
"I don't know how."
"Could you spin plates up on tall sticks?"
"Um, no, I'd probably drop them."
"Are you a contortionist?"
Clarke opens her mouth, and then frowns. "What's that?"
"It's," Lexa tries to bend her body to show her. "The people that can kinda fold themselves up in different ways. Like Roma. She can shoot a bow and arrow with her feet."
Frowning, Clarke takes a step back and drops to the floor. Lexa watches with raised brows as Clarke lays on her stomach and then tries to lift her legs; Clarke huffs, face screwed up as she tries to fold herself over. She slaps back down and huffs again, red-faced as she glances up at Lexa and sees her trying not to laugh. But rather than get mad, like Lexa worried for a split second, Clarke grins.
"That's a no," Clarke says good-naturedly.
"What aboutâŠ" Lexa's scans the dim tent; she spots some bottles on the table near the lioness, Luna. She hops down and walks across the room to grab them, and carries them over to the table near Clarke. "What about juggling?"
Clarke stands and dusts her knees off; she doesn't seem particularly bothered that her nice white dress is now dirty from the floor. She grabs two bottles. Lexa sits back down on the table and watches as Clarke tosses the bottles in the air. She catches them all right, but when she tries to add a third bottle, her eyes grow wide and she scrambles, only just managing to catch them all before they could fall. She looks at Lexa, and Lexa looks back just as startled. Then they collapse in giggles.
"Can you do it?" Clarke asks her.
Lexa slides off the table to stand beside Clarke. Titus tried to teach her, once, but she could only juggle three wool balls. These are large bottles, but surprisingly, she manages to do it, and her heart pounds when Clarke starts cheering and clapping. Lexa catches all three bottles and bows, making Clarke laughsâ and Lexa's heart just beats harder.
They play for a while together, Lexa trying to teach Clarke how to juggle and Clarke not being particularly great at it. Eventually they both try to be contortionists again, and laugh hard when they bang heads together. The lions sit quietly in their cages, watching them like it's their entertainment for the evening.
Later, after Lexa had pulled one of the leashes across the floor and they were giggling madly because Clarke found it difficult to even walk in a straight line on a flat surface, all the fun comes screeching to a halt when Anya arrives.
She freezes when she sees them, both on the floor in a heap and laughing after bumping into each other pretending to do tricks on a nonexistent tightrope. Lexa sobers at once under her glare.
"What are you doing?" Anya demands, marching over and hauling Lexa up by an arm. "It's not safe for her to be in here!"
"We didn't get close to the cages," Lexa begins, but Clarke speaks over her as she scrambles to her feet.
"It's not Lexa's fault, I came in here myself. I just wanted to see what was in here."
Anya crosses her arms under her chest, giving Clarke a withering look. "Do you see now?" she says sarcastically, nodding toward the nearest cage. "Dangerous beasts that could tear your face off with one swipe of their claws."
As if on purpose, Roan gives a yawn so huge his mane shivers, canines glinting in the light. Anya raises a brow at Clarke, as if to say, "see?"
"I wasn't gonna get close to them," Clarke says firmlyâ a bald-faced lie, considering the very first thing she'd asked Lexa was if she could pet one.
Anya looked at Clarke like she was ready to argue that, but then she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Whatever, look. Your father's been looking all over the place for you. Come on."
Clarke deflates, shoulders sagging. But when she looks at Lexa, the smile crawls back across her face again.
"It was fun playing with you," she tells her. Her smile shifts into a cheeky grin. "Next time you come in town, I'll make sure I'm really good at something. Then maybe I can be in the circus with you!"
Anya looks a beat away from scoffing, and shoots Lexa a look that has Lexa's cheeks growing warm. She averts her gaze from Clarke's because it's too much suddenly, though she can't fight the smile worming its way onto her face even as she looks down at the floor.
"Bye, Clarke."
"Bye Lexa!"
Lexa stands motionless even after Anya leads Clarke out of the tent. There's a strange, floaty feeling inside her. She doesn't understand it. All she does know is that she can't wait to see Clarke again.
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35. bathtub au + 56. most awful first meeting
Somehow I wrote 4500 words of this shit? Don't ask me how because idk
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Itâs late.
Late enough Lexa can barely keep her eyes open. She blinks continuously, the sidewalk only just visible through half-mast lids, enough for her to shuffle forward, shoes scuffing, too tired to even walk properly.
In her defense, sheâs been on the road for eighteen hours straight. A quick nap in a gas station parking lot didnât exactly cut it.Â
But sheâs here now. Finally.Â
âOh, no, itâs fine. Iâd love to carry all the bags.â
Lexa doesnât even have the energy to sigh, much less respond to Anya. Her sister slept the last four hours straight, and only drove six hours out of the eighteen; meanwhile Lexa was blasting the AC in her face and cranking the music up, hyper-aware of her own exhaustion. The last hour was rough. Sheâd been close to calling it quits to be safe and finding the nearest motel, but that last pack of peanut M&Ms gave her the energy to make it.
Of course, the moment she pulled into the driveway of their Airbnb it hit her. All Lexa wants is to collapse onto a bed. She could grab her bags in the morning. Or Anya can suck it up. Lexa doesnât care which.
She blindly paws at the door, and again a few more times when it doesnât open. She squints down at the handle. Takes a step back and cracks her eyes open more to take in the door. Blue. A silver 214 stamped at the top.Â
âItâs number 214, right?â Lexa says hoarsely.
âWhat?â Anya grunts as she reaches her, jerking her shoulder to let bags fall on the doorstep.Â
â214. Itâs locked.â
Anya reaches over to jiggle the handle. She huffs. âLocked.â
 Lexa gives her a droll look. âI said that. Are we at the right place?â
Anya digs her phone out of her pocket to pull up the booking. Lexa shifts her weight on her legs and waits, tipping her head against the door. She could probably fall asleep like this, standing here.
Apparently she nearly does, because suddenly sheâs jolting awake when Anya says, âYeah this is definitely it. The lady said the door should be unlocked. Iâll call her.â
Lexa sighs, settling her forehead on the door and closing her eyes again. She scowls at the jarring loud noise that breaks the silence. A drill? Construction work? Itâs eight p.m. Who the hell does construction work at eight p.m?
Her moan is drowned out, both by the sound of the drilling and hammering, and Anyaâs raised voice as she speaks to the owner on the phone.Â
Silence falls again, long enough for Lexa to hear Anya tell her the woman is on her way as she slips her phone back into her pocket.Â
Lexa doesnât even muster a grunt. She doesnât know or care what Anya is doing; she might be sitting down on the stoop. After a second, the drilling starts up again, and Lexa has to fight to resist the urge to release a pathetic whimper. Anya would never let her forget it.Â
She definitely sleeps standing up against the door, because it feels like only a second later Anya is whacking her in the calf to rouse her.
Lexa turns, blinking blearily at the nice car pulling up to the curb next to the drive. The driverâs door opens and an older woman hops out, apologizing even as she strides toward them.
âHi, Iâm Abby.â
âIâm Anya, this is Lexa.â
Lexa nods, and the woman briefly meets her eyes to smile apologetically as she hurries toward them.
âItâs nice to meet you both. I am so sorry about this. I thought my husband came and unlocked it earlier but apparently not. Have you been here long?â
They shake their heads. Abbyâs lips quirk up in response, dark eyes amused as they scan over them. She clucks her tongue, keys jangling as she searches for the right one.
âYou two look exhausted. Long journey? Where are you coming from?â
âPolis,â says Anya.Â
âOh, wow! And you decided to drive, instead of fly?â
âThis one has a fear of flying.â Lexa cracks open her eyes in time to see Anya jerk a thumb at her. Abby laughs at Lexaâs scowl as she puts the key in the door.Â
âWhat brings you to Arkadia?â
âOur dadâs getting married.â
Abby starts to say something else, but she grimaces instead when the construction starts up again, just as she swings the door open before them.Â
âIâm so sorry, our neighborâs fixing the hail damage on his roof on his own, and he works during the day, so this is about the only time he can work on it.â
âItâs cool. Pretty sure we could sleep through anything at this point.â
Abby chuckles. She pokes her head into the house, and looks satisfied when she pulls back.
âThe keys are on the kitchen counter. Thereâs only twoâ how many did you say would be here?â
âSix of us total. The others should be here tomorrow.â
Abby nods, finally stepping back, off the stoop and onto the sidewalk. âWell, I hope you have a wonderful reunion. Get some rest.â
âThank you,â Anya says; Lexa echoes it when she elbows her. The woman notices and smiles, waving before she heads back to her car. âCan you act like a functioning human being,â Anya mutters.
âIâm not functional,â Lexa grumbles as she turns into the doorway. âYou made me drive most of the way and you know I worked a double before we left.âÂ
âWah. Go to sleep then.â
âI am. And Iâm taking the master bedroom.â
âOh, fuck you.â
Lexa blindly flips her sister off as she stumbles through the house. She doesnât even know where it is, but she knows thereâs one from the pictures online. The bed looked heavenly.Â
As she climbs the stairs, the sounds of construction blare louder than ever, this side of the house closer to the neighborâs rooftop. Lexa sighs. She might have to get her bags after all, if only to grab her headphones. But fuck it. She doesnât even want to get pajamas. She just wants to be horizontal in the next sixty seconds.
She tries the first room; bunk beds. Nope. That can go to Aden and Tris.
The door across from it is another bedroomâ this one rather beautiful, but still not the huge one Lexa saw in the pictures. Same for the third room she tries.
But the fourth. The fourth.
Oh God, the fourth.
The universe hates her. Because the fourth isnât a bedroom at all.
It takes a minute for Lexaâs brain to catch up to reality, when she opens the door and steps onto white tile. Sheâs so tired she thinks sheâs somehow hallucinating, because there are constellations on the walls and ceilingâ dancing lights in shades of blue and purple, with shooting stars and swirling planets.
She blinks, walking further into the room, not comprehending what sheâs seeing. Until movement in the corners of her eyes has her looking to her left. Until her heart stutters and lodges itself in her throat, and her stomach lurches. Until she registers the large marble bathtub with golden claws, full of soapy water and a very, very naked woman with blonde hair piled into a messy bun atop her head, lounging in the tub with her eyes closed and AirPods in her ears, arms draped over and fingers drumming along the side of the tub in tune with her quiet humming along to her music.
And a split second later, as if sensing Lexaâs presenceâ or maybe just the breeze from the opened doorâ her eyes open, and a piercing blue locks onto Lexa, the moment she tries to halt and instead slips on the puddle of water on the tile. Her gasp echoes in her own head a moment before she slams down, and the last thing she sees is the universe projected on the ceiling before everything goes black.
\\
âWhat the fuck? Lexa! Fuck, Lexa, wake up!â
Lexaâs lashes flutter. She groans feebly as awareness settles over her like a sticky blanket. Her head hurts.
A second layer, she registers the fingers tapping the side of her face, and then flinches as they flick water onto her.
Anya swears. Lexa blinks, and her sisterâs face swims into viewâ unnaturally ashen and filled with worry. âWhat the hell happened?â
âWhaââ Lexa tries to shake her head, and winces when it throbs in pain.Â
âI heard a thud, I kept calling for you and you didnât answer. I came up here and youâre on the floor and thereâs a fucking naked girl lying next to you! What the hell?â
Lexaâs eyes fly open. She ignores the pain as she whips her head over to see, indeed, the naked blonde sprawled out on the floor next to her. Unconscious.Â
âShit,â Lexa hisses, dragging herself up. âThere's blood,â Lexaâs breath hitches as she recognizes it, tendrils of blood in the water pooled on the floor between them, arcing out from the womanâs head. âSheâs bleeding!â
âSo are you! Should I call an ambulance?â
They freeze at the muffled sound the naked stranger makes. Golden-brown lashes flutter as she comes to.Â
âGrab a towel,â Lexa instructs Anya, who immediately almost slips when she rises to get it. âShit, be careful.â
Lexaâs breath catches again, when eyes crack open and hazy blue finds her. She seizes the fluffy white towel Anya throws at her and presses it to the girlâs head. One of her eyes closes as she winces. The bathroom grows instantly brighter when Anya turns on the light and yanks out the cord to the dinky plastic star projector, so the constellations disappear.Â
âThatâs a lot of blood. Iâm calling 911,â Anya says; she steps over them and heads for the door. âMy phoneâs downstairs. Donât die while I go get it.â
Lexa ignores her. She canât quite look away from blue eyes filled with confusion, and pain, when Lexa gently holds the towel more firmly to her head.
âWhatâŠI donâtâŠâ The womanâs voice has a rasp to it. She frowns up at Lexa. âI donât understand. Who are you?â
Lexa doesnât understand either. What the hell just happened? Why was there a woman taking a bath in their Airbnb. Is she a squatter?
Lexa clears her throat. âI rented this Airbnb. IâŠIâm pretty sure weâre the only people who rented itâŠâ
The girlâs eyes widen. She curses, so thoroughly it takes Lexa aback.Â
âJesus fucking Christ,â she continues, face screwed up with chagrin. âOh my God. I amâ I am so sorry. I didnât know anyone rented this weekend, my mom didnât tell me. Oh, fuck. I'm so sorry.â
Even if she hadnât mentioned her mother, Lexa thinks she would have recognized the resemblance by the apology alone.
âThatâs why the front door was locked,â Lexa realizes. âYou were here. Abbyâs your mom?â
The woman nods, wincing at once. âI didnât tell her I was coming, either. Iâ this was the house I grew up in. My mom and stepdad moved and they rent it out on Airbnb sometimes. Usually they tell me when, because I come over a lot. I travel for work, and itâs just easier sometimes. I got off late tonight and just needed to relax, andâŠâ Her eyes widen. Lexa very carefully keeps her gaze on the womanâs face, refusing to stray any lower toward all the wet bare skin, and the soap suds that cling to generous curves.
âOh my God, Iâm naked.â The woman just stares at her, face flushing a deep red that Lexa canât help but watch shift down her neck, towardâ
Nope.
Shit.
âVery naked,â Lexa agrees after she swallows around the lump in her throat.Â
The womanâs hand claws over her own as she makes for the towel, but Lexa holds firm.
âYou canât, youâre bleedingââ
âHead wounds always bleed heavy,â the woman dismisses, voice desperate as she tries to tug the towel loose.
âHang on, keep the towel there and Iâll cover you up with my jacket,â Lexa says urgently, releasing the towel only after sheâs certain the woman wouldnât remove it. But when Lexa shifts to wriggle her jacket off, and the woman flinches forward in pain as she presses too hard against her own head, they both knock foreheads with a loud crack.
âOh my fucking God,â Anya says, walking back into the bathroom just in time.
The woman groans, and Lexa grits her teeth in pain.
âDonât move! Jesus, neither of you move. The ambulance is on its way.â
âI donât need it,â Lexa says through clenched teeth, even as she lays prone, head spinning.
âYou lost consciousness and your head is bleeding.â
âI donât need it,â Lexa says stubbornlyâ more honestly, she doesnât need the damn bill.Â
âYou do,â the stranger grunts, glancing back up at her; Lexa can see mingled pain and apology in her eyes. âYou need a neuro assessment. My momâs a trauma surgeon,â she adds.
âAnd a landlord,â Lexa tells Anya. âSheâs her daughter. She didnât know we were here.â
Anya swears. âGreat. Iâm not paying any extra cleaning fees.â
"Fine, you can clean, for the first time in your life."
Incredibly, it draws a husky laugh from the naked stranger. When Lexa looks at her, she finds blue eyes already watching her.
âIâm Clarke,â the woman offers. Her lips are tipped up at the corners in a way that catches Lexaâs eye. Which is pretty impressive, considering all the nakedness.
âLexa.â She winces and stops when she tries to nod to gesture toward Anya. âThatâs my sister Anya.â
Anya shakes her head, looking stressed and annoyed as she checks her phone.Â
âIâm sorry about all this,â Clarke says, abashed. âI didnât hear you come in. I had my headphones in because of Vinnieâ our neighbor next door, heâs working on his roof and itâs hard to relax when it sounds like a construction zone.â
âI didnât hear you either. I just walked in andâŠkept walking.â Clarkeâs brows raise, and Lexaâs stomach turns as she realizes how that sounded. âBecause of the projector,â she blurts out. âI was just. Iâm really tired, we drove a long way, and I was confused when I saw all the stars, so I justâ automatically kept walking while I stared at it. Not because I wasâ staring at you, or anything. Iâm not. I mean I wasnât.â
With every word, heat creeps across Lexaâs face, all the way to the tips of her ears. Clarkeâs pink lips are pressed together in amusement, which just makes it worse.
âI mean, you probably didnât expect a naked stranger in the place you rented,â Clarke says reasonably, âso I wouldnât blame you if you did stare a little.â
Unbidden, Lexaâs gaze dips down. Catches a glimpse of large, full breasts, before she catches herself and chokes on air as she tries to look away.
Clarke is now biting her lip trying not to smile at her. Very naked, and very pretty.
âOh my God, this is so fucking gay. Is now the time? Like, really?"
âWhy donât you make yourself useful and grab another towel, Anya?â Lexa bites out.Â
âIâm keeping an eye on you before the ambulance gets here! They said to make sure you donât pass out againââ
âJust get another towel!â
Of course, right after Clarke tucks herself under the towel, the sound of sirens approaches.Â
After that itâs an arduous task of EMTs and paramedics carrying them down the stairs and into the back of the ambulances. Clarke looks embarrassed as she chats with the EMTs and driver, two older men and a young man and womanâ she clearly knows them through her mother, and Lexa can imagine being carted to the ER in a towel wasnât on her bingo card today.
Well, nor was this on Lexaâs.Â
But later, after a neuro assessment, approximately three stitches, and an annoyed photo Anya insists on taking to show at the reunion, Lexaâs curtain surrounding her small hospital bed billows as if itâs been knocked.
âLexa?â comes a soft voice.Â
âYeah, come in.â
The curtain pulls back, and Clarke stands there in a hospital gown. Her hair is down now and a tangled mess, parts of it stained red from her blood.
âHi again,â Clarke offers with a sheepish smile. Lexa swallows and tries not to blush again.Â
This is ridiculous. Sheâs so sleep deprived. She could be in bed right now if it werenât for Clarke. She doesnât blame her though. She didnât know the house was rented out.
Lexaâs not so forgiving because Clarke is funny and pretty. Itâs because sheâs a rational person, thatâs all.
âWhat was the damage?â
It takes Lexa a beat to realize what she means. âThree stitches.â
Clarke makes a noise, sucking air between her teeth. âSix for me. I win.â
She grins when Lexa rolls her eyes and fights off a smile.
âAlthough⊠I talked to my mom. Sheâs refunding your Airbnb payment; you get your whole stay free.â
Lexaâs eyes widen, her mouth falling open. âIâ what? You didnât have to do that. IâŠâ
Clarke waves her protests away. âToo late, it's done.â She smiles, tucking her hands behind her back, and Lexaâs eyes catch on the freckle above her lip; the dimple in her chin. âItâs the least I can do. Unless you can think of anything else.â
Lexa freezes. Clarke just looks at her, an easy smile on her face. Itâs an opening. Thatâs definitely an opening, right?
Sheâs so glad Anya went to raid the vending machines.
Lexa clears her throat, heart kicking faster. âActually. If uh, you wouldnât mindâŠmaybe...you could give me your number, too.â
Clarke arches a brow. âAre you only asking me because you saw me naked?â
âNo,â Lexa says, even as her cheeks warm. âIâm asking because I liked your star projector and I want to borrow it.â
Clarke tilts her head, smile tipping even higher. âFor what?â
âWhat?â
Clarke laughs and moves closer. âWhat do you want to borrow it for?â
Lexa blinks. She canât think when Clarke is so closeâ and Clarke just eased down beside her.Â
âNever mind,â Clarke says with a light laugh. She gently nudges her shoulder into Lexaâs. âCan I see your phone?â
Grateful Anya brought it to her earlier, Lexa fumbles for it with sweaty palms. She unlocks it and hands it to Clarke. Watches in silence as Clarke opens up her messages and starts texting a new number.
âI donât usually do this type of thing,â Clarke confesses, as she hits send and hands the phone back to Lexa.Â
âTake such dangerous baths?â
Clarke snorts. âYouâre funny. No. I mean giving my number out to someone I donât know. But I figure, hey, we bled together, and it was really cute watching you try not to look at my chest. Truly a valiant effort, I appreciate that, by the way. ButâŠyeah.â Clarkeâs shrug is bashful, and endearment swells in Lexaâs lungs. âYouâre in town for a week? Mom said youâre here for a family reunion, and that youâre from Polis.â Lexa nods, and Clarke lets out a low whistle. âThatâs a long way away.â
âYeah.â Lexa doesnât know what to say. Sheâs still running on barely any sleep, and part of her wonders if sheâs dreamt this up.Â
âI travel for work, so Iâm out that way sometimes,â Clarke says vaguely. She continues on before Lexa can even dwell on what she said. âWell⊠if you want, give me a call. Iâll take you to dinner, try to make up for,â she lifts a hand and gestures at her own head, and then Lexaâs. Her smile grows when Lexaâs does.Â
âThanks. I, uh. I promise Iâll be better company then. Iâm running on like three hours of sleep over the past couple days. Kinda feel like a zombie.â
Clarke nods in understanding. âThe head wound probably doesnât help.â
Lexa laughs. âNot at all.â
They both glance up when they hear footsteps approaching. Itâs Anya, one hand clutching a couple bags of chips, the other holding her phone up to her ear. She is, Lexa is sure, relaying the entire story to their grandmother, and subsequently the rest of the family. Of course.Â
A soft touch to her fingers draws Lexaâs attention; she glances down to see Clarkeâs hand on the edge of the bed next to hers, one finger poised over the back of Lexaâs knuckles. Then she looks up and finds herself arrested by eyes that were every bit as blue as the constellations on the walls before Lexa first saw her.
What an awful first meeting. And what awful timing, considering the length of Lexaâs stay.Â
But when Clarke smiles at her, itâs easy for everything else to fall away.Â
âGet a good nightâs rest,â Clarke tells her. Lexaâs heart thuds when Clarke leans in, but itâs only to whisper conspiratorially, âThe master bed isnât actually the comfiest bed. Itâs the one in the teal room, with the Van Gogh pillowcases.â Her smile widens as she leans back, and slips off the edge of the bed. She grips the back of her hospital gown together with one hand, and lifts the other in farewell. âHave a good night.â
She exchanges a brief goodbye with Anya, before walking away. Anya approaches Lexa, tossing her a bag of cool ranch Doritos.Â
âThey have your discharge papers, are you ready to go?â
Lexa nods. She stands and follows Anya out; doesnât catch another glimpse of Clarke as she signs papers, gets instructions, and heads to their car where Anya had parked it way out in the back of the parking lot.Â
âI literally canât believe what happened in the last couple hours,â Anya sniggers. Because of that, Lexa neglects to point out the chip crumbs on her cheek. Itâs what she deserves.
She also doesnât tell her that she got Clarkeâs number. She doesnât have the energy for her teasing.
Once theyâre in the house, itâs mercifully silent, too late for construction work. Lexa trudges up the stairs after Anya.
âI mopped up all the blood and water, youâre welcome.â
âThanks,â Lexa says wearily. She pauses at the top of the staircase. âHey, you know what? For your help, you can have the master bedroom.â
Anya turns to her with raised brows and a sharp curve of disbelief to her lips. âReally?â
âReally.â
Anya doesnât thank her; she turns around, walking down the hallway, tossing her hand up carelessly. âNo take-backs.âÂ
Lexa shakes her head in amusement, before she moves toward the second bedroom sheâd tried earlier this evening; the beautiful one, with walls painted teal, hand painted patterns along the top near the ceiling, and a queen-sized bed that was on the smaller side, but, when Lexa sinks into the comfortable mattress, curling up beneath the downy duvet and gingerly laying her head against soft pillows with silken pillow cases with Van Gogh art printed on them, she thinks sheâs probably about to have the best sleep of her life.
Just as she starts to drift off, she remembers Clarke had texted herself from Lexaâs phone. Too curious to resist, Lexa pulls out her phone and squints in the low light.Â
Clarke:
đ đŠ đÂ
Sheâd sent herself a bathtub emoji. And a wet emoji.
And a rainbow.
Itâs so cute Lexa canât help it; she starts typing.
Lexa:
Maybe we can see each other again sometime. With less blood and hospital visits.
Lexa doesnât let herself regret it, as she sleepily stares at her phone. You know what? She wants to say more. She thinks of Clarkeâs smile at the hospital; of every smile sheâd seen from her. They all looked soâŠmischievous, like she knew something Lexa didnât. Flirtatious.Â
Fuck it. Lexaâs only here for a week anyway, and Clarke knows it.
Lexa:
I wouldnât mind you being wet and naked again, though
Itâs read. She can see itâs been read. Ugh, why did Lexa say that? Was it creepy? It was probably creepy. Why did she put that?Â
But before she can spiral too much, Clarke texts her back.
Clarke:
Bold words from a girl who blushed every time she looked at me
Lexa holds her phone tightly.Â
Lexa:
Iâll have more energy and more brain cells next time you see me
Clarke:Â
Oh, you were blushing because you were sleep-deprived?
Lexa:
I was blushing because youâre beautiful
Lexa watches three little dots oscillate. Got her.
Honesty for the win.
The oscillating dots stop. The response doesnât come. Lexa wonders if Clarke simply doesnât know how to respond, so she adds another text.
Lexa:
And I definitely didnât expect to see such a beautiful - and naked - woman today
Clarke:
I definitely didnât expect to have a hot zombie walk into the room while I was enjoying my bath
Lexa laughs quietly. Her eyes are drooping, but her heart races as her thumbs pad across the screen.
Lexa:
Not sure about the hot part, but definitely agree about the zombieÂ
Clarke:
A zombie that Iâm surprised is awake and texting me right now
Lexa:Â
Getting there. Iâm in bed now. Followed your advice, Iâm in the teal bedroomÂ
Clarke:Â
Good choice đ
Lexa:
Probably about to nod off in a second
Just wanted to say hi
Clarke:
Hi :)
Lexa:
Is this weird?
Clarke:
Ngl itâs not even the weirdest thing thatâs happened to me this week
Lexa:
For real? đ
Clarke:
Seriously. Two days ago I found a raccoon in my car
Lexa:
What!
Clarke:
Yeah! Perfectly fine, sitting in the driverâs seat and eating my chapstick
Lexa:Â
Youâre fucking with me
Clarke:
No, I swear
Its little raccoon hands were literally rolling the chapstick up to eat the whole tube
Lexa:
đ€Ł
Clarke:Â
I have pics to prove it, but theyâre on my friendâs phoneÂ
Lexa:
That is justâŠinsane
Clarke:
Tell me about it
And then it was awkward because animal control came out and guess who it was? My ex
Lexa:
Omg
Lexa smiles sleepily at her phone. She canât think of what to say next. Sheâs so sleepy. But she wants to talk to Clarke.
Clarke:
Iâll tell you more when I take you to dinner :P
Are you free tomorrow?
Lexa:
I can be
Clarke:Â
:) Iâll pick you up at six
Fully clothed this time đ«ĄÂ
Lexa:Â
:(
Clarke reacts to her message with a laughing emoji, before she sends another text.
Clarke:
You canât have a wet, naked girl falling for you EVERY day, Lexa
Lexa:
I believe in myself
Clarke reacts to it with a love heart.
Clarke:
Go to sleep, dork
Lexa:
I will now
I hope you feel better tomorrow
Clarke:Â
What do you mean?
Lexa:
You did split your head open
Clarke:Â
Oh
I feel better already :)Â
I hope you feel okay too
Lexa:
I do :)
Clarke reacts to it with another love heart.Â
Lexa:
Goodnight ClarkeÂ
Clarke:Â
Sleep tight
See you tomorrow đ
Itâs the best nightâs sleep Lexaâs ever had.
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