#after lexa and everything

[butmakeitgayblog]

Can you write awtr and break our hearts over and over again with Clarke knowing full well what she signed up for when she chooses to be Lexa’s wife? Did Lexa ever wish that she could spare Clarke the heartache of becoming an eventual widow? 💔

Of course she did 🥺

From the beginning it was always Lexa who assumes this thing between them is finite.

That's basically how the proposal comes about.

Because earlier in the day when she'd been talking to Gus and he had brought up the subject of Clarke, their conversation had come to a rather acrimonious end because she already knew everything he was trying to say. And so when she meets Clarke at the diner and they share a salad (her choice) and a shake (Clarke's 😏🙄), it's with every intention to get everything out on the table. They've had a great summer together but things are winding down now and she knows what part of their story has to come to next.

Except... When she asks when Clarke is planning on heading back to school, says she hopes she hasn't been dragging her feet with it because she's heard that grad classes fill up fast, Clarke just smiles and looks at her like she's gone crazy because, "Lex, I'm not going back."

Which is insane. Because of course she is. Because she's worked too hard to just give up now. Because she'd thought Clarke was over this self sabotaging act and gotten serious about what she wants in life. And, ok yes they've been slacking on her early studies the last couple of weeks what with all of The Sex, but it's not like Clarke will actually be behind when she gets there—

It takes Clarke roughly 4 sighs and sitting through the tirade with a level of patience she generally doesn't possess to get Lexa to shush up long enough to explain, "I'm not quitting, baby, I'll go back eventually. But I've already talked to my advisor and gotten everything in order... I'm taking a year long break from school. I'm staying here with you."

Dismay is Lexa's first reaction. Because how can Clarke say that and still be looking at her so lovingly?

Feeling sick to her stomach is her second reaction, though to be fair that might in part have to do with the half quart of milkshake she'd just ingested.

Crying, wanting to cry. That is her third reaction. Because Clarke can't do this. She can't throw away everything she's worked for just for h— Just for this.

But Clarke, stubborn and exasperatingly bullheaded Clarke apparently has very much thought out how she wants her life to go. So she sits Lexa down at 'their' table at Gus's and tells her in no uncertain terms what she plans.

"I want to marry you. I'd do it tonight if I could, but I'm fairly sure that's unrealistic. But whatever you decide, whenever you decide, I need you to know that I want this with you. The sooner, the better," she says with zero hesitation. And it's such a surreal moment for Lexa.

This girl who Lexa had spent the better part of her life pining over on so many of her loneliest days, the girl who'd eternally felt so far out of reach and who'd never give Lexa the time of day, is telling her she wants her. That she wants to be with her for as long as she can have her, in sickness and in health, however long of each that may be. Telling her that it wouldn't matter if they had a day together or a year, or ten years, or twenty more after that waiting for them down the line. That she'd still want to marry her. Right here, right now. Telling her that marriage and commitment isn't about getting a 'good' or 'bad' deal out of things because she knows by those standards, she'd always be fighting a losing battle. But for her, being with Lexa, it's about wanting to be bonded to her forever. To put in the work of loving and caring for her right up until the... Till the end...

Nothing else in the world matters. Everything else feels so small compared to them. And even when faced with the reality that if they do this, if Lexa says yes and that she will be a widow within a year, Clarke doesn't seem to have to think at all about her answer.

"I know what it means. And it doesn't change anything for me. I know what I want, Lexa... I want you."

And for Clarke, it really is that simple.

Lexa never had a chance of arguing with that.

#anon #a walk to remember au #AWTR synopsis #when Lexa says she doesn't want to become Clarke's excuse to quit on the rest of her life #Clarke just gives her that stupid smug grin she loves to hate and hates to love #and says with far too much swagger 'who knows baby. maybe we'll find your miracle after all' #out of everything... that's the moment that haunts Clarke forever

[puthyflapps]

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

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

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

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

#my original thot also included Raven being pregnant and after admitting she cried she explains that they also found out Anya knocked her up #shortly thereafter so everything worked out and now Anya never says no to her like it’s written in grounder law or sumn #and now Anya is the opposite of how she used to be and she’s all over Raven and in her business and overprotective and Raven has to be like #“is this really what you want girlie pop?” and Clarke is like yeth pls 🫶🏻 #n e wayyysss that’s all folx #clexa #clarke griffin #commander lexa #ranya #raven reyes #anya kom trikru

[lexa-griffins]

Why do you enjoy hurting yourself with these clexa quotes 😭

😭 I wish I knew, they just make me /feel/ something yah know 😭😭😭😭😭

#letter opened #lexa was forced to keep and hide of the love she had for costia once costia died #and where did clarke keep hers for lexa? #hidden just the same #how much does Lexa suffer in the after life knowing what its like to feel Clarke's pain #k owing it is her death who caused it? #perhaps if lexa has kept her feelings hidden #not for herself but for clarke #maybe clarke would not be suffering #i know she doesnt think that because even after everything she still told Madi that love is mot weakness #and yet .... still causes so much suffering

[lottieurl]

sick - jody chan

#clexaedit #me willingly walking into the torture chamber: ok but why am i in pain #whats the etiquette do people still tag the scenes from 3x07.. im gonna #lexa's death #GETTING THAT SCREENSHOT WAS SELF HARM #anyway im sorry after clexa lobotomy i make absolutely everything abt them so.

[owl127]

Now that you opened the can of worms, how about a prompt about Kara’s bed ? 🫠

It had been a tough game.

Kara's back ached, and the light sprain on her ankle would hurt for days. She was happy to spend the rest of the weekend at home, where she could relax and not worry about food, laundry, or cleaning her room. She threw her bag behind the door and sighed, turning on the light.

Something was off.

Kara scanned her room under the bright, cold light, her eyes jumping from her desk—impeccable—her closet (closed), and finally, her bed.

Coffee, the family cat, purred happily while he napped on the clean sheets.

But Kara was supposed to get new sheets this weekend. Weird.

She joined the cat, scratching his dark ears. "What happened here, buddy?"

The cat blinked lazily, stretched his butt up in the air, and licked a spot on the mattress. Kara leaned down and sniffed on the spot, pulling the fitted sheet to check under the mattress.

A new stain.

But what…

Lexa's grin crossed her mind and Kara groaned, yelling, "Clarke! What the fuck, Clarke!"

"Language!" Jake yelled from his office down the hall.

Lexa was going to pee blood for a week after Kara was done with her.

#clexa #ask the owl #drabble #the three c's #coffee the little rat #maybe not as expected #after everything #lexa still thinks it's worth it #kara will never sleep on that mattress again

[wandanatsbaby]

Hello, could you write a Lexa x Skaikru reader where lexa is protective and possessive of reader. Lot of fluff pls

Protective Lexa

Pairing: Lexa X Reader Warnings: Slight dark Lexa? Protective, possessive, mentions of cutting off an arm (not really). ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lexa never really let you do anything by yourself. You were always accompanied by either her or one of her personal guards. Even just walking to your room was a problem. You could not go anywhere without one of them but most of the time you did not care. For some reason it brought you comfort to know that she cared about you so much and you know part of her worries came from her finding costias head.

Although this protectiveness soon turned into possesivness. She would constantly leave hickeys all over you and eventually suggested you getting a tattoo of her name. When in meetings you were to sit on her lap as she held you tightly against her and glared at anyone that looked at you the wrong way. 

Hanging out with your friends would turn into her claiming you all night because she believed Octavia had a thing for you (you didn’t dare mention that you two used to be a thing when you first came to the ground). 

She even threatened to cut off a merchants hand while he was tying a bracelet around your wrist. You had to physically drag her away as she muttered under her breath about how only she was allowed to touch you and that he was holding you a little to tight.

While she could be a little over the top sometimes you enjoyed the softer moments where she would protect you or hold you after a long day.

In one of the clans meeting once a guy from Floukru had said something you didn’t quite understand but you knew it was bad when Lexa motioned for you to stand up. Doing so you stood beside her chair as she walked up to the poor guy. She said some words in Trigedasland and although you couldn’t understand Clarke later explained that Lexa had threatened everyone. 

Or the time were one of the grounders had attempted to flirt with you and kept going despite your numerous attempts at denying him. Lexa had showed up right as he backed you into a corner and quickly interfered. You laid in her arms that night sobbing as she rocked you gently while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Lexa also liked to gift you numerous items whether it be a new sketch book, jewerly, candles (you had so many candles), pens, ink, anything you asked for she would get it. You also had a enormous wardrobe as she liked to buy you lots of silk and lace. She also had created your war paint which resembled hers but slightly different. She did that and your hair every morning and you would return the favor. At night she would remove it all and wash you in the bath gently as she left small kisses on your shoulders and tell you how much she loved you.

Lexa was many things a leader, a warrior, some might even call her a killer. But to you she was your hero, saver, lover, your everything. She was your safe place and you were hers.

#lexa x reader #heda lexa #the 100 lexa #lexa x female reader #lexa x fem reader #lexa x you #lexa kom trikru #commander lexa #lexa x y/n #the 100 #lexa the 100 #lexa woods #lexa fic #lexa fanfic #lexa

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter Six is posted!!

Fate is a funny thing. Just when you think you have your life planned out, destiny sweeps in and fucks it up. And the worst part? You're helpless to stop it. Like a boat without a rudder or anchor, floating from one end of the ocean to the next with no way to impede or change its direction. Next thing you know, you're stranded on an island with no hope of escape. That is destiny. Or Clarke's, at least.

Sometimes, fate's intervention is for the best. A meet-cute, of sorts, where two people destined to be together, whether as friends or lovers, share a random moment that changes everything. Usually, it is bumping into a stranger and spilling a drink all over their new shirt. Or two people who pass each other only moments apart at the same coffee shop for years before fate finally intervenes.

Clarke's parents had a charming little tale like that. They told it at dinner parties, anniversaries, and family gatherings more times than their daughter could count. But Clarke's first meeting with Lexa was nothing like the rom-coms on TV. Nor was it a tale to share with friends and family without extensive revisions. Still, it was clear that destiny had brought them together, though the reasons remained unclear for some time...

Clarke and Lexa's love was forbidden for many reasons, notably their different natures. Their people had been sworn enemies for centuries. So, by all rights, the wolf and vampire were born to despise one another. But fate doesn't give a damn if its intervention is untimely or unwanted. Destiny blazes its own path without care for the world's rules.

It all began on a particularly gruesome night. The pack was under tremendous pressure after a string of murders within Skaikru's territory had garnered the attention of humans. Skaikru couldn't risk mortals discovering their secret, especially after centuries of carefully integrating into mortal society. So, Clarke's mother and the pack's leader, Abby, ordered her to find the killer and bring them justice as swiftly as possible.

Of course, many assumed the vampires were to blame. Each slaying had occurred near the invisible border that marked Heda's territory. Furthermore, the victims had been exsanguinated with their bodies riddled with bite marks. Naturally, the wolves were eager to place the blame on their oldest enemies.

But they had to be sure before they broke a two-century-long treaty with the Vampire Queen, Heda. Which is why Abby specifically assigned her daughter to lead the hunt. Clarke may be the typical alpha, but she is more intelligent than most and often seeks peaceful solutions before resorting to violence. Furthermore, as a physician, Clarke was better qualified to inspect the crime scenes and sniff out the killer.

Additionally, Abby hoped this special mission would grant Clarke the opportunity to prove herself as the next pack leader. If her mother had known the chaos this assignment might bring, she likely would have chosen another to take Clarke's place. Perhaps if Abby had, her daughter would not have been dragged into a fight with hontas (hunters), nor would she have had the opportunity to fall in love with a bloodsucker.

There were countless times through the following centuries that Abby wished she'd sent anyone but Clarke. But she couldn't have known the mysterious killer had set a trap. Nor did they realize that wolves and vampires were the prey, not the hunters.

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#f: whims/winds of fate/destiny #clexa #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #werewolf clarke #vampire lexa #forbidden romance #skaikru are werewolves #grounders are vampires #my fic updates #clexa fic #anya kom trikru #raven reyes #octavia blake #minor ranya #minor linctavia #werewolves #vampires #clexa moodboard #my moodboards #read on ao3

[reallygroovyninja]

The Break Up

Clarke's finger hovered over the call button, hesitation flooding through her. She glanced at the clock - 10PM in California meant 1AM in New York. Was it too late? Lexa always told her to call no matter when, insisting that she'd always pick up. But things had changed between them over the past few months. The distance between the two coasts had created a chasm even their daily calls couldn't bridge. 

She tapped the familiar icon on her phone, the rings seeming sluggish, amplifying her nerves. 

"Clarke?" Lexa's husky voice was thick with sleep. A pang of guilt hit Clarke for waking her girlfriend. 

"Hey," Clarke started softly. "Did I wake you? I can let you go back to sleep and just talk tom-" 

"No, no it's okay. Is everything alright?" Lexa's tone shifted to concern. Even half asleep, she was still taking care of Clarke. 

Clarke sighed, tears pricking unexpectedly. "Not really. I just..." Her voice caught. She couldn't bear to say the words out loud, couldn't voice what she knew they both were thinking. That long distance wasn't working for them. That as much as they didn’t want to admit it, they needed to have a heartbreaking discussion about the fate of their relationship and what came next. 

The deafening silence on the line said it all. Clarke imagined Lexa on the other end nodding slowly, both reluctance and grief etched on her features even without seeing her face. Here came the conversation Clarke had been dreading for weeks. The distance seemed destined to end them despite their best efforts. 

Clarke gripped the phone tighter, her knuckles turning white. She squeezed her eyes shut as the first tears escaped down her cheeks. 

"I miss you," Clarke whispered, the words cracking with emotion. She missed everything - Lexa's smile, her laugh, the feeling of her arms wrapped tightly around her. Video calls and phone conversations were no longer enough. Not when there had once been lazy Sundays tangled together in bed and long walks hand-in-hand along the Potomac River without the pressure of time difference schedules. 

"I miss you too, Clarke," came Lexa's shattered reply. Miles away yet connected by the slim electronic lifeline, Clarke could picture Lexa's stoic armor falling away, eyebrows knit together while she held back her own tears. 

"But...I think we need to talk..." Clarke forced herself to say. The seven dreaded words no one in a relationship ever wants to hear. But the distance had strained them to a breaking point - separate cities, increasingly separate lives. As much as Clarke wanted to cling to what they once had, it didn't exist anymore. 

"I think you're right," Lexa's voice wavered slightly despite the even tone. She had always been able to read Clarke so well. They had both known a reckoning was coming, as much as their hearts silently raged against the mere idea. 

Clarke took a shuddering breath, wiping the tears from her eyes. She focused on the painting leaning against the bare wall of her apartment, grounding herself for the devastating but inevitable conversation about to unfold. 

"I just...I feel like we're drifting apart," Clarke whispered, giving voice to the fears that had been plaguing her for weeks. "Like we're becoming strangers." 

She heard Lexa let out a shaky breath. "I've felt that too. At first, I thought it was just starting new jobs and getting settled in our cities, but..." 

"But it's more than that," Clarke finished for her. Long distance was supposed to be temporary - they had clung fiercely to that belief in the beginning. That after a year apart chasing career dreams on opposite coasts, they'd reunite and start building a life together again. 

It had seemed possible when granted with everyday moments like Lexa's small, sleepy smile in the morning or the brush of her fingers along Clarke's arm. Things video calls failed to replicate at their now fractured foundation. 

"Maybe if the distance was less..." Clarke's voice trailed off wistfully, knowing not even the entire breadth of the country could be blamed alone. Something else had fractured between them too. The easy affection, unquestioned devotion, shared dreams for the future...all casualties gradually inflicted not solely by physical separation but a growing emotional chasm too. 

"I want this to work, I do." The catch in Lexa's words splintered Clarke's heart further. "I love you, I'll always love you. But wanting that doesn't change what's happening between us." 

A lonely tear trailed down Clarke's cheek. The hardest relationships to end were often the deepest loves too. 

A sob caught in Clarke's throat as the weight of Lexa's words sank in. She loves me. Present tense, not past. And yet...it still isn't enough. 

Clarke blinked back the threat of more tears, trying to swallow the sadness rising within her. "I know," she finally managed to say. "I love you too." She poured every ounce of feeling into those four words, hoping Lexa could still sense her heart even so many miles away. 

"But you're right," Clarke made herself continue after a painful pause. As agonizing as this conversation was, she owed Lexa the truth of her feelings, no matter how much the reality hurt them both. 

"The distance, stretched over months...we can't pretend it hasn't changed things." Once upon a happier time, Lexa had felt like her anchor amidst any storm. But now Clarke only felt her absence, like a ship adrift without its mooring. "We've both got separate lives now. I barely know what's going on in your world anymore...and you in mine." 

Silence stretched between them - Clarke picturing Lexa sitting on her sofa, shoulders slumped forward, dark waves of hair curtaining her face. She ached to brush those strands back, let her fingertips graze Lexa's cheek, re-memorize every beloved detail of her features. 

Finally, Lexa's somber voice came, quavering on just two shattering syllables. "So...what happens now?" 

The question neither one wanted to ask but had to, the one that would inexorably lead to goodbye. Because the only thing worse than the painful realization they had been growing apart would be denying it while staying together in name alone. 

Clarke's breath caught in her throat at the question. What did happen now? The obvious answer loomed before them - the necessity of ending things if they were both feeling the relationship fracture. 

And yet...the years of history they shared made the notion nearly unfathomable. How could she just cut the tether they had created day by day? Lexa had been her first love, the one who unexpectedly burst into her world and changed her entire concept of relationships. 

Clarke pinched her eyes closed, forcing aside the fresh swell of tears. She focused on steadying her uneven breath, trying to calm the storm inside her heart. 

"I don't know," she finally admitted, the words barely a whisper. Because the truth was she wanted Lexa in her life in any way possible, even if that meant redefining the parameters of their relationship. The title seemed insignificant compared to keeping Lexa's steadfast care and understanding rooted in her world. 

"Can we just...talk? Not make any big decisions now?" Clarke asked hesitantly. She knew the sensible decision loomed before them, but the reminder of Lexa's love made her long to cling to these last lingering threads between them. Surely there was still something worth saving if they both still felt such depth of emotion? 

The extended silence magnified Clarke's nerves. Would Lexa agree they owed it to their history to try talking first? Or had the distance grown so vast already that she would insist on a clean break? Clarke held her breath, praying Lexa's heart would echo her own in those agonizing moments. 

Clarke heard Lexa take a shaky breath on the other end of the line. When she finally spoke, her voice was gentle but firm. 

“I think if we’re both feeling things changing between us, then talking more right now might just prolong the inevitable,” she said quietly. 

Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears spill down her cheeks. She had feared Lexa would say that but still couldn’t stop the renewed ache in her chest. 

“This is so damn hard,” Clarke whispered brokenly. “I can’t imagine you not in my life anymore.” 

“Me neither,” Lexa replied, and Clarke could hear the barely contained emotion in her words. “But with how things are now...I think some space would be best. For both of us.” 

Clarke nodded before remembering Lexa couldn’t see her. As rational as the suggestion was, the thought of losing even their nightly calls felt unbearable. 

“Maybe one day, when enough time has passed...we could try to be friends?” Lexa offered tentatively. “But right now I think a clean break is what we need to heal.” 

Clarke swallowed back a sob, wiping fiercely at her eyes. She had to be strong now, with Lexa’s emotions likely just as fractured. 

“You’re right,” Clarke forced herself to say. As agonizing as this was, she knew Lexa enough to recognize the wisdom in her suggestion. “I’ll always be grateful for our time together.” 

She left the ‘I love you’ unspoken this time, the finality of this goodbye conversation settling around her shoulders with profound weight. The first crack in her heart split wide open, and she could almost hear Lexa’s fracturing too through the phone pressed to her ear. 

"So I guess this is it then," Clarke said softly, the words barely making it past the lump in her throat. 

She was met with deafening silence on the other end of the line. Somehow Lexa not responding hurt more than if she had simply said goodbye and ended the call. Clarke could practically see her love struggling to maintain composure, emerald eyes glistening with restrained tears. 

"Lexa?" Clarke prompted gently when the quiet stretched on, laced with unspoken hurt. 

"I'm still here," came the whispered reply, Lexa's voice finally breaking on the last word. 

Clarke's heart shattered at the sound. As stoic and measured as Lexa tried to be, she had always worn her emotions when it came to them. Another reminder of the profound connection now rupturing. 

"I wish we had a choice other than this," Clarke admitted sorrowfully. She knew Lexa was right - some space was the only path forward - but every fiber of her being railed against losing her best friend and closest confidante. 

"Me too," Lexa echoed thickly. 

They fell silent again, thousands of memories passing almost tangibly between them through the phone line. Lazy mornings under the covers, hands clasped as they explored new cities, the brush of lips upon meeting at the end of long days...all memories now piercing them with bittersweet nostalgia. 

Finally, Lexa cleared her throat. When she spoke, steel resolve underpinned her words despite the wavering grief. 

"Be well, Clarke." 

Not goodbye. Just a simple wish for happiness in their new separate worlds. Fresh tears flooded Clarke's eyes but she managed to echo it back, the closest they could come to closure. 

"You too. Take care of yourself, Lexa." 

A soft click echoed with finality. And just like that, she was gone. 

#this is the break up #this one has been a tough one for me to write for the oddest reason #the next section after this picks up 5 years later and its weird writing a story #where people have a history and know so much about each other #but at the same time they changed in that 5 years #you see glimpses of the person you knew but at the same time you don't #clexaweek

[deviltakesthewaltz]

Been writing DTTW! Little snippet…

//

“I knew you were working together, but not…this.” Her expression is inscrutable as she shifts her gaze between the two of them standing there, breathless and disheveled. A cool corner of Echo’s lips tips up sardonically. “Don’t know what’s more of a shock. Alexandria Woodward and her girlfriend fucking nasty in the bathroom during a children’s charity gala, or the Commander crying after Wanheda makes her come.”

Echo cries out in pain when she’s suddenly slammed back against the tiled wall. Lexa glares, jaw set, hands fisted at her sides. Echo’s eyes bulge, body trembling as she tries and fails to break free of Lexa’s hold on her. Clarke suspects she’s doing it via blood manipulation rather than basic psychokinesis, because Echo looks like she’s in the worst pain of her life, choking, strangled screams trying to shred their way through her throat.

It’s kinda hot.

Sighing out a hum, Clarke slips a finger into her mouth one at a time, absently sucking them clean as she approaches Echo.

“I wasn’t crying,” Lexa says resentfully.

“Hush,” Clarke ignores Lexa’s outrage as she walks up to Echo instead, tilting her head as she looks into those eyes— Echo is the one crying now, tears leaking out, the pain getting to her even despite the rage frozen in her face. “You fucked me before the Commander ever did. Didn’t you?” She pops a clean finger out of her mouth, and trails her fingertip along the side of Echo’s face, tracing the line of her jawbone. More tears stream when Clarke grasps Echo by the face, tightly enough her cheeks hollow in. “You set me up. You and that dickhead out there.” Clarke jerked her chin toward the door. “You sent us to kill each other. Backfired, didn’t it?” Those glossy eyes just hold Clarke’s, fixed with rage and pain. Clarke doesn’t turn as she says, “Let her go, Lexa. I want to hear her beg first.”

Lexa does so, and the effect is immediate. Echo starts to cry out as her body relaxes; Clarke clamps a hand over her mouth to silence her. After a moment, she draws back.

“I had no choice,” Echo says hoarsely, glaring mutinously at Lexa, then Clarke. “If you can keep it in your pants for a minute…I’ll explain everything.”

#dttw #snippet #clexa

[rosapexa]

I think i figured out Netrunner (V)Lexa's final look. Allthough i'm still debatting with myself to give her her Erebus Arms... So, maybe it's not so final 😂

But i love her tbh. I think, she's similar enough to original Lexa to recognize her, but different enough to be her own personality (it makes sense in my head 🤪).

In other news, i finally found the courage to test if her usual Maelstrom Cyberware still works (and yes i was so scared it wouldn't) and everything is ok 😌 So after i finish PL and the whole game (which will take a while tbh) original Lexa can return exactly as she used to be 🖤

#Cyberpunk 2077 #Rosa's OCs: Lexa (but she's V this time) #Virtual Photography #Fem V Friday

[audi0med1c]

Out-of-Context-Snippets of my fanfic:

"The rain does not let up through the remainder of the night, and despite the dry clothes and heap of furs on top of her, Lexa stays curled in fetal position, shivering, as if the cold storm has settled and made a permanent home in her bones."

......

"I'm m-messing e-everything up-p." Her teeth clatter and she normally would care that anyone was seeing her in such state, but her pride and last of her strength has vaporized into the unforgiving coldness settling into her bones.

"Lexa..." The girl laments, as the commander squeezes her eyes shut, concentrating on the friction she's trying to generate between her limbs under the fur. 

Lexa doesn't have it in her to snap at her old friend to get out of her tent. Her anger which typically expels freely at anyone around her is self-combusting. Nothing feels right. She hates that she can't tell the difference if something is actually wrong or it's just because Clarke isn't there with her that's throwing off all her instincts, but she isn't sure what to do now except wait. For what she isn't sure but she can feel it in the twitches of her nerves something is coming.  Something that she knows she isn't ready for. 

Something is wrong. And I can't even get out of this bed.

Lexa doesn't mean to, but her lips let out the faintest whimper of frustration that she hopes is muffled enough for Luna not to hear.  She buries her face into her pillow, hoping the other girl will see she's in no state to discuss anything and leave. 

Instead she feels the furs lift behind after a minute, as the bed sinks slightly with the addition of another body.  Her eyes wince with wetness when she feels a pair of arms slink around her, pulling her back into the curve of a torso. 

"Hey, just breathe." Luna's soft voice says, trying to overlap as much of their bodies as possible, until she rests the side of her face against Lexa's cheek. The gentle warmth from the skin-on-skin contact slows the commander's shivering after a few minutes, leaving her with laden relief. If her pillow wasn't already soaked from her wet hair it would be from her eyes leaking sideways across her face. 

The two lay in silence, until Lexa's breathing deepens, matching Luna's.  With her muscles finally still, her mind grounded if only for a moment, she feels sleep finally overtaking her.

"I don't know what else I can do that won't hurt anyone." Lexa whispers so faintly it barely registers.

If you are looking for a more fleshed out, adult-themed fix-it, my story jumps in at 3x7 and explores deeper Lexa's character, past trauma, and her ongoing struggle with balancing love vs. duty.

#clexa fic #clexa fanfic #lexa kom trikru #commander lexa #clexa #clexa fandom #the 100 clexa #clexa fanfiction

[butmakeitgayblog]

MBFW follow up: have either of them been wildly inappropriate while on the phone with eachother and the one not ✨ having fun✨ just keeps talking because they KNOW it’s happening but are pretending they don’t because then they’d need to confront feelings

Ksjdkslsks nO that would be beyond what either of them could handle, on either end. But that doesn't mean they haven't been entirely inappropriate 👀 it's not like it's unusual for them to talk about feeling ~frustrated~. And if that leads into teasing and flirting, egging the other on to go take care of themselves, maybe reminiscing about a few choice experiences together... well...

#anon #there's a reason the one time they really crossed the line never gets brought up after that night #i mean until the bachelorette party of course 😏 #but between memories of that night and their entire relationship and literally everything they doing exactly need the help #and would be way too embarrassed to go for that #you'll see as Lexa tries to be all seductive it's a very hit and miss game they've got going on #if either were that daring they would've gotten back together a long time ago #MBFW

[anonfanfic]

Write whichever ship you want! (Unless someone else suggests one. Or you could always do a random one)

Clexa it is! (haha)

"This trip is meant for mending fences and coming together!" The Raiders coach yelled above the din of the two teams disembarking from their buses and walking into the makeshift summer camp. 

“After you have found your bags, come to me for your room assignments!” The Hawks assistant coach yelled, her clipboard pressed tightly to her chest.

Clarke grabbed her backpack and single suitcase and walked over to figure out which Raider she would have to tolerate for three days of bonding.

“Griffin, Room 13 with Woods!” The coach announced so loudly that Clarke’s heart felt like it had stuttered over several beats. Both teams stopped what they were doing. Putting Clarke with the other captain was like putting oil and water together as far as they were concerned. They despised each other and it would be hard to make any bonding happen if the leaders tried to kill each other in their sleep. Clarke felt a strong and bright heat creep up to her cheeks and neck as she took the key from her outstretched hand.

Clarke walked toward the mess of cabins at the center of the grass field without looking back at the group. She had no desire to lock eyes with her cabinmate. The two teams that were involved in this little bonding trip did not like each other. That hatred was fueled mainly by the two leaders of either team. 

The Raiders and Hawks had always been rivals. But once Lexa Woods and Clarke Griffin took captain spots last year, the rivalry had intensified to nuclear standards.

Clarke heard lightfoot falls running behind her and didn’t have to turn around to know that Lexa was jogging to catch up.

“Clarke, wait up!” Lexa called and Clarke heard howls and jeering from the group.

“What the fuck, Lexa!” Clarke spun around on her heels, her face still red and her jaw now clenched tightly. “Do you have to make this more of a spectacle than it already is?” 

“Lexa stopped just short of where Clarke stood and lifted her arms up defensively. “Whoa, I was just trying to get out of this heat. Sorry, didn't know it was a whole thing to get to my bed.” 

Clarke rolled her eyes and turned back to continue her walk to their cabin. She crossed her arms over her chest and let out a quick breath. 

“Bullshit, you knew what you were doing.” Clarke grumbled, fumbling with the old key and lock system. “I just want to survive this and finish my senior year so I can get the fuck out of this place.”

The door finally creaked open and Clarke walked in taking the bunk on the far right side.

“Hate it that bad here?” Lexa asked, walking in and avoiding the other beds that were further from Clarke’s and putting her bag on the one right next to where she had chosen. 

“Fuck you. You made me hate it here.” Clarke growled, getting up and moving over the the bed on the far left.

Lexa got up and followed Clarke, this time not sitting on the bed next to Clarke but jumping down next to her on the same bed. 

A loud crack echoed inside the cabin and the center of the mattress they were sitting on buckled and fell in.

Both girls jumped up and Lexa moved over to sit on the bed across from the broken bed.

“Because I didn’t want to be hidden away for four years?” Lexa asked, slamming herself down on the bed and looking up at Clarke.

Clarke’s fists were balled up at her side as she walked over to Lexa. “You didn’t fucking care when it mattered to you, too.” Clarke sat down on the bed with such force that the wooden side of the bed frame splintered, sending both of them to the ground.

Lexa jumped up and without pausing walked over to the bed on the right closest to the door.

“It never fucking mattered to me, Clarke. I loved you more than all this shit.” Lexa sat on the bed and crossed her arms over her chest. The sting of tears on the edges of her words.

Clarke got up and walked over to Lexa. She stood in front of her and looked down with intense eyes. “Everything in my life has come with a condition. How the fuck am I suppose to know this god damn relationship wasn’t going to cost me more than I had?” Clarke almost jumped off her feet before landing next to Lexa on the bed. The old frame basically buckled on the stress. Both girls got up and eyed the only other bed left in the small wooden cabin.

“I don’t know what else I can say to make you understand how much I love you.” Lexa got up from the destroyed bed and gently sat on the last remaining bed in the cabin.

Clarke got up and moved to the only door out and turned the brass lock. She moved toward the bed Lexa was sitting on and sat next to her.

“Why don’t you show me?” Clarke whispered, leaning in close to her ex.

#clexa fanfiction #clexa #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru

[lexa-griffins]

How was tbaq clexa's first time together? Was it awkward, spontaneous, romantic? Who initiated it? Were there any feelings involved or just purely physical? Are they each other's first or do they have experience?

Cannot answer fully because this is a spoiler 🤭

But

It does not happen on their wedding night, although Lexa is fully ready to consummate the wedding as she tries to play her part as the queen's consort.

It is loving. While there are feelings involved already, one that developed very recently, it is much more them both - Lexa in particular - seeking comfort in the arms of their spouse who they are slowly growing feelings for, someone who knows the same loss the other does and understands the burden they carry. It will tighten their bound as wives tho and opens a new chapter for their relationship to grow as the same time all around them there's chaos.

They both have experience. Neither royal house require virginity to marry, the only rule is really "don't have a bastard child.". Clarke has more experience when it comes to actual bed manners, as Lexa's experience comes from visiting families with a daughter that was just to eager to take Lexa behind a curtain.

:D

#letter opened #au: tbaq #it is sweet tho #they spend nearly a year ignoring and hating each other #and then in like 2 days are like 'ay shit you are actually everything i could ask in a partner' #lexa tho she really needed to see that Clarke cares for her #and heavens the way she breaks and lets herself be seen after hiding everything inside #:c bby

[cohenatwood]

Clexa Fanfic Series: something wicked (this way comes)

Synopsis: After the death of coven leader Thelonius Jaha, Gustus Woods' banishment from Polis, Massachusetts is lifted and he moves back with his two daughters, Anya and Alexandria Woods, who have no idea of their family lineage or the prophecy that had been foretold long before either were born.

Chapter 3: the dinner party (words: 11,984)

Aurora and Abby begin sifting through the boxes of Jake’s life, looking for anything he may have discovered before Gustus and Caroline’s banishment. So far only finding more Griffin journals and grimoires but nothing else of substance. Clarke and Octavia are situated in the living room, also going through some boxes, still confused on why they were having to go through her dad’s boxes. Her mother, still keeping things from her.

“We could always ask Gus. I mean, he hinted he did something, that they did something, and he took the fall.” Aurora suggests, Abby shakes her head.

“Whatever they did together clearly didn’t work. I know Jake. If he and Gustus had been involved at the beginning I know he secretly was still finding a way, something Gustus may not even know about.” Abby states, Aurora sighs, nodding and continuing to look through the boxes. Abby grabs another box and sets it in between Clarke and Octavia in the living room. Both girls groaning.

“How many more do we need to look through? Also, it would help if you told us what the hell we’re even looking for.” Clarke tries.

“To be honest Clarke, I don’t even know what I’m looking for.” Abby says, and she is telling the truth, she’s looking for anything that may suggest Jake had been able to research the prophecy. “I promise a few more boxes and then I’ll buy us all dinner.” Abby looks at both girls and Aurora, who nods. Abby goes back to where Aurora is in the kitchen, and Clarke and Octavia resume the sifting.

“Is it weird?” Octavia speaks low, posing the question to Clarke.

“What? Going through my dead dad’s private things looking for something we don’t even know what we’re looking for? My mom being cagey and secretive? No, not at all.” Clarke deadpans. Octavia chuckles.

“Yeah, that was a stupid question.” Clarke’s phone vibrates and she sees a text from Lexa, not able to contain the grin that spread across her face. “Lexa?” Octavia smirks. Clarke nods, reading the text.

Lexa Woods: I think I found something. Can we meet?

Clarke texts Lexa back, letting her know it might be a little hard for her to get away, but wants to know what Lexa found. They had been investigating Jaha’s death together, along with Wells, since Lexa’s dad has access to everything regarding the official police investigation, and Lexa suspected maybe other things not related to the official investigation.

“How’s that going? I know you’ve been waiting to divulge any details until both Rae and I are together, but I’m kind of dying here.” Octavia says dramatically. Clarke rolls her eyes at her best friend but can’t help the smile that also plays at her lips.

“I mean, it’s new. We kissed. We talked. We kissed some more.”

Continue reading here!

#clarke griffin #clexa #lexa kom trikru #clarke x lexa #clexa au #clexa fanfic #commander lexa #supernatural #witches #clexaedit

[aphrodites-law]

Clarke wakes up eight years in the future, where her college best friend happens to be her girlfriend. Part 4/? (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3)

Aside from the obvious, Clarke couldn’t get over how different this other version of herself was. She only recognized two sweatshirts and a t-shirt in her entire wardrobe. Her ripped jeans were gone, her beloved leather jacket was nowhere to be seen, and her dresses were the kind of classy Clarke wanted to make fun of. Seriously, where was the cleavage on this? She’d gleaned from her phone that she worked as a freelance illustrator - a welcome surprise - so that was hardly an excuse for the uninspired looks.

To be fair, the “special” drawer at the bottom was the furthest thing from classy. Clarke had closed it quickly after peeking. There was more variety in her underwear, but overall she’d lost her style. Other Clarke dressed like every other adult Clarke knew and it was a fucking downer.  

As for Lexa, her style had evolved but there were recognizable remnants of her younger self. She still favored darker tones, with the occasional trusty flannel, but her grungy looks had been traded for business casual. Clarke felt a pang in her chest, realizing how deeply she missed her Lexa. She wondered what Lexa would tell her if she were here. If she would be impressed by her older self.

But this wasn’t the natural way of things. They weren’t supposed to know how everything would turn out. Clarke knew anger was useless, but she felt it nonetheless. It was comforting to have a version of Lexa here, but Clarke felt robbed of a multitude of experiences.

Like watching her best friend grow into a confident, put-together adult.

Or falling in love with her.

Which was evidently what had happened at some point.

Yet Clarke had never entertained the thought in her present. Even their kiss had been driven by immense gratitude for the girl who’d salvaged the worst night of her life. At least that’s what she’d told herself. They’d never talked about it because nothing had felt awkward afterward. They’d slipped back into the effortless routine of their friendship.

Lexa had met Costia and then a few others. With looks and smarts like hers, dating wasn’t an issue. She liked it, too. There hadn’t been anyone serious after Costia, but she wasn’t a player either. She never had a bad word to say about her dates, even if they didn’t work out. She was a romantic at heart and a few college girls bruising her feelings wouldn't change that.

Which was why the love part still troubled Clarke. She knew Lexa like the palm of her hand. Lexa didn’t fall for girls like her - aimless, stubborn and too proud for her own good. She liked girls who spoke about their goals at length. Girls who knew what they wanted. It was silly to even consider Lexa having feelings for her. Not like this, with this kind of passion. Clarke would’ve been able to tell. She would.

So what brought them to this point?

Clarke still wondered if this was truly the future. A parallel world born from the butterfly effect didn’t sound any less wacky, but Lexa had said she’d wanted her since their first kiss, which obviously wasn’t the case for her own Lexa. The mention of Costia seemed to have thrown her, perhaps because she didn’t know her at all in this world. If Other Clarke and her had started going out after their kiss in the car, it would make sense she’d never meet Costia.

Though that would mean they’d been dating for over ten years. Jesus. That couldn’t be right.

She didn’t have a ring and neither did Lexa. Well, that wasn’t too surprising. Clarke had witnessed her parents’ marriage fall apart and her mother’s second marriage end up in screaming matches too. Her grandmother was three-times divorced and her only cousin seemed ready to leave her husband any day now.

Griffin women didn’t do marriage very well and Clarke didn’t care to continue the tradition. She didn’t mind staying someone’s girlfriend forever, but she knew Lexa liked the idea of being a wife one day. Hopefully their stupid state would get its head out of its ass.

Wait. Clarke rushed to grab her phone but then stopped, knowing she’d forget the answer as soon as she read it. Surely by now it was legal, right? So why hadn’t they tied the knot? Clarke could see herself compromising if she were madly in love.

Was Other Clarke having doubts about the relationship? Was she thinking back on that crucial moment in her life, when she’d started dating Lexa, and wondering ‘What if we hadn’t?’ Clarke had a chilling thought that perhaps she’d been brought here to break up with Lexa. But her stomach suddenly twisted, a visceral reaction that knocked the breath out of her. It was almost as if Other Clarke had taken over for a second, lashing out.

She leaned against the wardrobe and took a deep breath.

“No breaking up,” she whispered.

It wasn’t like she could do it anyway. She’d stab herself in the tit before she broke Lexa’s heart. At this point, all she could do was play the part and hope the answers would come to her.

After some back and forth, she put on a dress with a jacket and tights, warm and dressy enough for a birthday outing. Lexa walked out of the bathroom in dark pants and a top with the weirdest shoulder cutouts. Eight years did a lot to fashion apparently.

“Ready?” she asked.

Clarke nodded, wondering how screwed she was if they bumped into someone they knew on the way. She’d have to smile and let Lexa do the talking.

“I thought you’d wear your blue dress,” Lexa said.

Clarke looked down at her outfit. “Uh, nope. The green one.”

“I guess you’re not planning on getting lucky,” Lexa said with a growing smile.

Feeling the rising panic she usually did when Lexa alluded to their private conversations, Clarke tried playing along: “Why not? Do I not score in the green dress?”

Lexa snorted. “Do you not- what?”

Sensing she’d missed the mark, Clarke quickly moved on: “Maybe I just wanted to match your eyes.”

“Corny... but effective.” Lexa smiled as she leaned in to kiss her. Clarke had given up on trying to stop these, instead enjoying the sensation. Lexa’s kisses were unlike any others she’d had. She wondered if their years of experience just made these second nature. Sometimes, like now, she didn’t want to stop at all, so caught up in the feeling that she became an active participant herself, even overzealous.

“Hmm.”

It was that sound again - the little hum Lexa made after their kisses got more heated.

“What?” Clarke asked.

“You’ve been kissing me differently.”

Clarke’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Bad different?”

“No, no, just…” Lexa glanced down, “like you’re trying to figure me out.”

“I thought I’d try something new.”

“That’s the thing, it reminds me of when we first started dating. When I was trying to find out how you liked it and you were trying to find out how I liked it.”

Clarke felt awkward, reminded once more of the gap in their experiences. Which was fucking weird, because technically the body she was in was plenty knowledgable regarding Lexa’s preferences. “So it is bad.”

“I’m enjoying it,” Lexa reassured her, then ran her hands down her ass. “Makes me think of when we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.”

Clarke blushed, not disliking how close their bodies were. “Clearly an issue these days.”

“A glaring one.”

At least these two still bantered, which was oddly reassuring to Clarke. “We, um, we’re okay in that department, right?”

Lexa arched her brow. “Well, our old age makes it a little hard to fuck over an entire weekend.”

“Very funny.”

Lexa sighed. “Of course we are. I love what we have. How we’re growing together. Obviously sometimes I wish we could escape to the summer after graduation again, but I’d miss our life now. Everything we worked on and built together.”

“Summer after graduation? What was…?”

“Hm?”

“Never mind. So, we’re good?”

“I am. Are you?”

Clarke looked into Lexa’s eyes and saw her best friend. Just Lexa. Just the girl who’d been such a central part of her life since college. Just the girl she’d played a ridiculous amount of darts with, done the best roadtrip of her life with and cooked the most revolting on-a-budget college meals with. Just the girl whose laugh she knew from a mile away. And she didn’t know if she’d find that girl again, or if they’d grow old together too, but at least a part of her was still here. Still making her feel like she was home. 

“Yeah. I have everything I could possibly want.”

Lexa kissed her cheek. “Then let’s have that birthday date, gorgeous.”

-

Part 5

#clexa #clexa fic #f: citf #w #it's not much but it's honest work #why do you think Other Clarke is having an existential crisis? #happy holidays 🎄