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The Woods Are My Home

Summary: Lexa has spent months planning the perfect weekend camping getaway so she can propose to Clarke at sunset on a cliffside. But, just like her life, the universe seems to have other plans, and Lexa realizes that perfection cannot be planned.

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Lexa had always loved the woods. It was the mix of the petrichor and pine smells, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the calming colors, and the serenity of it all. Today, she was hoping to add “beautiful memories” to that list, if she could just get this damn tire changed.

“Do you need help, stud?” Clarke asked.

Lexa stood on the crow bar, attempting to loosen the lug nuts that were keeping the blown tire stuck on the truck. “I don’t know what monster tightened this so much, but it isn’t budging.” She huffed as she gave a small hop to add some extra weight to it, eventually knocking it loose. “Finally,” she said before looking up to the blue eyes she loved. “I got it, Clarke. Don’t worry, you’re supposed to be relaxing this weekend.”

“We’re supposed to be relaxing, this weekend, if I recall correctly,” she corrected. “Come on, let me help,” Clarke offered one final time.

Lexa gave in, asking her to roll the spare over, and the two of them were eventually on the road again. It took a few more hours before they finally reached a secluded site off a Forest Road. The roads were not maintained and required a high clearance vehicle. Lexa knew the roads from her job as a volunteer for the Polis Search and Rescue Team. She taught the specialized skills required for the job to those in Arkadia and other departments across the country after being medically discharged from her job as an Air Force Pararescue Jumper (PJ).

The site was perfect. Soft pine needles cushioned the small circular clearing. A few trees gave cover in case the 17% chance of rain decided to surprise them. And the sparsity of the trees allowed front row seating to the night sky. As she stepped out of the car, she could smell the fresh pine as the sun heated it, releasing the glorious scent. She took a deep breath, settling herself from the bad start to her perfectly planned trip and mentally preparing herself for what could be the biggest moment of her life thus far.

“You alright?” She felt her favorite pair of arms wrap around her from behind and place a kiss on her shoulder. Turning her head slightly, she gave a quick peck to Clarke’s forehead and smiled. “Of course, I am. I’m in my favorite place in the world, with my favorite person in the world. There isn’t much that could make this better.”

“What about your favorite beer as we sit by the creek for just a bit before setting up,” Clarke suggested, giving her one more kiss before stepping away to start grab drinks.

“You know me so well,” Lexa said in a mockingly dreamy tone as she placed her hands over her heart. “How’d a woman like me get so lucky?” she joked.

The creek had been rejuvenating. The cool water ran over their feet as they sat on the bank, holding hands, and drinking their beers. Clarke tried to pry details out of Lexa about the hike they were going on the next day, but Lexa was adamant about keeping it a secret. “I told you how I found it. That’s all I’m telling you.”

The remainder of the evening passed quickly. Between having to wait till after work to start the drive and losing time to the blown tire, there wasn’t much time to enjoy their setup. Although they did make sure to stay up by the fire for a while to just stare at the stars while in each other’s presence.

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A thunderous boom cracked from the west as they finished up breakfast late the next morning. “Of course, you would,” Lexa internally scolded the universe. She knew there was a small chance of rain, minuscule some would say, but in all her planning there had been no mention of thunderstorms. Rain, they could handle, even hike in if necessary to reach the cliffside in time. But Lexa would not risk their lives with lightning.

Not wanting to give away her disappointment in having something else ruin this special weekend, she settled her face before turning towards Clarke and standing. “We should go hang out in the truck until the thunderstorm passes.” She helped Clarke out of her seat and the two of them did a quick grab of the chairs, coffee, and trash before jumping into the truck. The huff she let out as she settled into her seat must have been louder than anticipated. A tender hand came and rested on face, a soft thumb stroking the side of her face.

“Hey baby,” Clarke whispered, calling to her. “I’m sorry our trip out here hasn’t started out so well,” she commented. “I know how much you were looking forward to getting away from life for a few days and just be.” Lexa hummed and nodded, letting Clarke know she heard her.

“Once this goes away,” Clarke continued, “we’ll start our hike.” She pulled her hand from Lexa’s face and reached into the glove box, pulling out the travel Cribbage set Lexa kept in the car.

“Until then, we might as well kill some time.” She waggled the set at Lexa, smiling. “It’s what it’s here for, right?”

The game was a good idea. Not only did it take Lexa’s mind off the storm, it also cheered her up. Playing games was one of the things her and Clarke loved to do together. When she was deployed, they would sometimes play Yahtzee together. Each had their own set and they’d play over Facetime. When together, Cribbage was their go to game.

They started playing the game when Lexa was stuck in the hospital after her helicopter had been attacked during a rescue gone wrong. She had been shot in the shoulder, and broke one of her legs jumping out of the it before it crashed down. The doctors were worried about infections due to the time she was stuck in the field, as well as the humid, sweat drenching terrain they had been stuck in. Lexa, active by nature, was going stir crazy laying in the hospital. Her wonderful girlfriend, her Clarke, had tried so hard to make sure she didn’t feel alone or bored. That’s when the suggestion of games came about, and thus was born their Cribbage addiction.

Three games and a short nap later, the clouds had departed and the sun was shining. It was as if the universe realized it had wronged them and was gifting a peace offering to Lexa. Trying hard to put the past events behind her, she prepped her backpack for the trip. Blanket, check. First aid kit, check. Water, check. Candles, check. Mini champagnes, check. And most importantly, ring, check. She opened the crushed blue velvet box to look at the ring one last time. It was a simple, white gold ring, with small diamonds inlaid into the band, and a small, raised, round diamond in the center. Clarke had mentioned long ago that she had no want for a large ring; she didn’t want it to get in the way of work or life. So, Lexa went with simple, small, but elegant.

Clarke popped her head into the tent, Lexa quickly shutting and palming the box in her fist. “You ready to go, Lex? I’ve got the food, my water, sweatshirts, and my first aid kit. Anything else I need?” she inquired.

Lexa shook her head and placed the ring back into her bag. “I’m all good.”

The hike started out great. The path was surrounded by the giant trees she loved, yet the rays from the sun were still able to sneak their way through the breaks in the canopy. Birds had come out of hiding, chirping away and playing in the water. Lexa’s hand was entwined with Clarke’s, the two of them enjoying the quiet walk and each other’s company. Quick glances and small smiles were exchanged as they climbed their way over the gravely terrain.

The storm had been more about lightning and thunder than rain, and the gravel made for easy walking. They were almost half way to the spot and making good time. Lexa would have to rearrange her plan slightly, but the most important part was still in place. By the time the sunset was over, she would hopefully be sipping champagne with her fiancé. A loud yelp brought her out of her thoughts. She turned around to watch Clarke struggle on a random patch of slippery clay and completely lose her footing.

She rushed towards her. “Shit,” Lexa bellowed, kneeling next to her. “Are you alright, Clarke?” She looked down, noting the woman grabbing at her ankle and the pain radiating over her face.

Lexa slowly lifted Clarke’s hands away, “let me take a look at it, baby.” Clarke nodded and gave Lexa free reign; she knew she was in great hands.

“I don’t think it’s broken,” Lexa said after careful observation. “It’s swollen, but there’s no sign of a break.” Lexa’s face showed only concern. Her proposal plans were definitely off now, but she was more worried about her love being in pain. “I’m going to press a little bit to see if it can take any weight.” She gave it a slight push, intently watching Clarke’s face for any sign of pain. A quick grimace told Lexa that Clarke should not be walking back down.

“I’m sorry, Lexa.” She heard Clarke say through gritted teeth.

“Please, Clarke. I’m sorry this happened to you.” She tried to give her an assuring smile but failed. “Let’s get this splinted and wrapped so we can get you back down to camp.” She left no room for argument.

Between the two of them, Clarke having been a paramedic for a few years, the leg was immobilized and they were ready to make their way back down the path. “I’m going to carry you down on my back,” Lexa told Clarke.

“Lexa, I’m not going to do that. It’s not good for your leg and you could slip with me throwing your balance off” Clarke argued.

“It’ll be fine, Clarke. We just started on the upward slope not long ago.” She rolled her eyes. “Plus, I’m cleared for rescues. Let me rescue you,” she pleaded. Lexa felt safter knowing most of the path down was embedded with gravel sized rock, allowing for great traction.

Lexa knew Clarke was fully aware there weren’t many options. It was either be carried, throw her arm over Lexa’s shoulder and hobble down together, or stay put. Finally, Lexa heard Clarke groan. “Fine.” Lexa smiled, lifted her carefully, and got Clarke settled on her back.

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Thanks to her job, Lexa was extremely fit. She had grown up playing sports, one being trail running. Her fitness level exploded when she became a PJ. The career field had been dominated by men for decades. When she started the pipeline to become a PJ, the Air Force had just started giving women the chance to attempt to join the elite force. The first woman through, Indra Groves, had finished fourth in her class and inspired Lexa to become a PJ herself. A fellow teammate from high school, Anya, had graduated second in her class from PJ School. When Anya found out Lexa was going attempting to become a PJ, she offered her any help she could so Lexa could finish at the top of her class. Which she did, with Anya and Clarke’s help.

That life had all came crashing down, along with their helicopter. They lost two of their crew that day. The pilot and co-pilot gave their lives holding onto the controls as long as possible, allowing the others a chance to bail. Anya, Lincoln, Lexa, and Roan had all made it out alive, but very much worse for wear.

Lexa’s leg started to ache shortly before arriving to their campsite. She didn’t lie to Clarke; she had been cleared for rescue missions. But she left out the part where the doc said it could still take a toll on her body and that she needed to weigh every rescue with the potential for days of pain as she recovered. Lexa had listened, but she would always put Clarke first.

Together, the two sat Clarke down into the tent as darkness started to cover the skies. Lexa grunted as she knelt down, causing Clarke to raise her eyebrow as she raked her eyes over Lexa’s body. “How’s your leg doing, Commander?” Crap. That nickname had been given to her by Anya after Lexa had become a bit too commanding on their first mission, especially considering she was the newest to the team. Clarke used the name sparingly, and normally as a tease, which meant Clarke was onto her.

Lexa could try to lie, but she didn’t want to. Not only that, but just like Clarke could read her body, she could also read all her subtle expressions. There was no way out of this. “Hurts,” she stated, nonchalantly.

“Uh-huh.” Clarke rolled her eyes. Lexa knew that look. She was in trouble. Clarke must have been able to see her distress because she let it go. But Lexa could no longer let it go.

“Let’s get your leg propped up on these,” she instructed while grabbing their pillows. “She reached into her bag, grabbed the ice pack, and activated it with a quick crack. “If you’ll be alright for 10 minutes, I need to clear my head.”

“I’m sure I can manage,” Clarke confirmed. “It’s been a while since my paramedic days, but I still remember the basics.” She winked at Lexa. “Go. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re done.”

Lexa felt bad leaving, but she needed to pull herself together, and to do that she needed to let these feelings settle over her so she could deal with them head on. Lexa knew that no life was perfect, but she thought that her dues had been paid. Yes, her life was good. She loved her job, had great friends, and had found the love of her life. But it had in no way been perfect, personally, career wise, or in her relationship with Clarke. She traipsed through the woods as she thought back on her life with Clarke, and how they got to this point.

She had met Clarke while training in Arkadia to become a PJ. After making it through all the military training and testing, she had to learn how to save lives. They were taught to manage trauma patients prior to evacuation and provide emergency medical treatment. They practiced in simulated life or death situations, and were required to do an extensive number of hours as a paramedic in the city. On one of her first nights, she was dumbstruck by a beautiful, sarcastic, and wickedly smart woman who commanded the paramedic team. She had introduced herself as Clarke, to which Lexa’s dumbass could only respond with, “I was expecting a dude.”

Never had she felt so stupid. She avoided the team as much as possible that night, keeping to herself whenever they weren’t saving a life. At the end of the shift, Clarke pulled her aside to make sure Lexa was alright. “I know the first few shifts can be rough, but you’ll get used to it,” Clarke had told her, clearly misreading the situation. Lexa wasn’t scared, just distracted by the woman. She knew she had to pull herself together. She told her she would do better, and Clarke promised to teach her everything she knew. And she had. Clarke’s knowledge was extensive. She had started out in medical school but lost interest as time went one. However, she retained everything she’d learnt and had more saves than any other paramedic team in the city. Lexa’s military skills and the medical knowledge she learned from Clarke had her graduating number one in her class.

They were able to date for seven months while Lexa waited for her first assignment. Clarke and Lexa’s relationship grew and the two were inseparable, talking about their lifelong future. They met each other’s parents and made plans for the inevitable long-distance relationship. As luck would have it, Lexa was assigned to a base in Polis six hours away from Arkadia. Anya was also assigned to the base. Their unit, being so close to the coast, saved lives those the Coast Guard couldn’t reach, and led forest rescues, especially during fire season. Clarke had moved out there eight months later.

After the crash on her first deployment, Lexa’s life had been changed forever. She was struggling through physical therapy after the crash. The immobility and slow progress made her furious. Going from being a fitness guru to not being able to walk was soul crushing. Her anger was sometimes taken out on Clarke, who took it for a while before finally telling Lexa that she wouldn’t stay around to be her punching bag. Her therapist eventually suggested couples counseling, and just like her body, their relationship eventually became strong again.

Lexa sighed to herself. Her and Clarke had been through so much, but they always managed to heal together. She knew that if she wanted to finally feel better, she would have to lean on Clarke. But it would be a balancing act of being honest without giving away her intentions for this weekend. Looking at her watch, she panicked. It had been 45 minutes, much longer than Lexa had told Clarke to expect. What if something had happened?

As she ran back, she noticed an odd light coming from the tent. It wasn’t as bright at the lantern they normally used, and it had a flicker to it. Opening the tent flap, her breath hitched in her throat. “Clarke,” she awed. All around the tent, Lexa’s battery powered candles she had planned to use at the cliffside flickered. In the middle, on one knee with the other leg propped up behind her was Clarke. She wasn’t sure how she managed to get into that position. Lexa slowly made her way in, keeping her eyes on Clarke’s face. She watched as a watery smile appeared across her face. “Clarke, what is this?”

“Lexa, I can see how upset this weekend has made you, but I couldn’t figure out why some storms and a few accidents would set you off so much. But then, I realized why you were trying so hard for the perfect weekend.” Clarke adjusted a little, and Lexa bent down to help steady her. “Our life has suffered its ups and downs, just like this trip. But with you by my side, everything is perfect. Stranded in an airport, losing our luggage on our first trip, having to share a twin bed at my grandparents’ house; all those memories are precious to me because they’re with you.” She watched as Clarke pulled a small crushed velvet box out of a backpack. It took Lexa a second to realize that the box Clarke held was crimson though, not blue. Her heart started pounding as it settled in what Clarke was doing. “I have waited years for this moment, and months to get you here to the woods again. Because, while the woods are your home, Lexa Woods, you are my home. You will always be my home, and I would love nothing more than to marry you. Will you marry me, Lexa.”

Tears were streaming down Lexa’s face. Never in a million years had she seen this coming. Yet this wonderful woman had taken another shitty situation and turned it upside down. Lexa didn’t even care in this moment that she wasn’t the one to ask. The woman she loved had taken it upon herself to try to fix everything and in the process mended her heart with one simple question.

“Yes.” She couldn’t get the additional words out as she started to cry, but pulled herself together. “I would love to be your wife, Clarke.”

Clarke reached up with her free hand, wiped the tears from one side of her face, and kissed her softly. “I love you, Lexa. We are a team, always.” Clarke gently grabbed her left hand and placed the ring onto her finger.

Lexa nodded, and rested her forehead against Clarke’s. They took a few seconds to just breathe one another in. “We should celebrate,” she said after her heart settled. “But first, you need to sit back down properly or that ankle is going to swell up even more.” Clarke nodded her affirmation before Lexa settled her back down and grabbed a few things from her bag. She held the two small bottles of champagne in one hand, and the ring hidden in the other.

“Before we celebrate, I have one clarification to what you said.” She stroked Clarke’s hand as she spoke. “You mentioned that the woods are my home. And while they have almost always been a place of peace for me, YOU are my home, Clarke. A home I want to have forever.” She opened up her fist to reveal the ring. Clarke gasped upon seeing it. It was gorgeous.

“Always,” Clarke vowed before kissing her again.

The two toasted each other, and to their future. Drunk off their happiness, they started making outlandish plans for the wedding before spending the rest of the night wrapped in each other’s arms as they reminisced about their life together. It may not have been the perfect weekend Lexa had planned, but the weekend had ended perfectly.

#camping au #clexa fic #clexa #clexa fanfiction #one shot

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kpforpresident · 2 years

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#clextober22 #clexa #clarke x lexa #do we think i can finish this one shot this weekend #only time will tell #that and the depths I will go to procrastinate schoolwork #clexa moodboard

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owl127 · 1 year

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Roommates (M)

Updating Clexa chapter! Read on Ao3.

Tags: Alpha!Lexa, Omega!Clarke, roommates;

Rated (M)

"I just saved your ass, Griff."

"What do you mean?"

"You can stay in your apartment. I found you a roommate."

"Really? Thank you, O! I owe you big time!"

"Just don’t fuck it up, okay? She’s my personal trainer, and she’s nice."

"Thanks, O!"

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"You should have warned me, O."

"She’s my personal trainer and ex-military. Weren’t those warnings enough?"

"Octavia!"

"Can’t you keep your legs closed for a hot alpha, Griff?"

"You know I’m not like that! She’s … she’s polite… stop laughing."

"Don't fuck it up. You need a roommate until next year."

"You should have warned me."

"Just … don’t show your true self right away. Take it in slow doses."

"I’m flipping the bird at you right now."

"Love you too."

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Clarke almost falls asleep watching the monotonous stir of her coffee. Her spoon clicks on the floor when she tries to throw it in the sink, and she doesn’t bother to catch it when a jaw breaking yawn hits.

Why is she up before 8 a.m. again?

"‘Morning, Clarke," Lexa says as she joins Clarke by the kitchen counter. Lexa fixes cereal and orange juice for her breakfast, and Clarke pretends she’s still watching her coffee and not her roommate. Her sexy, beautiful, and morning person roomate. Lexa smiles her goodbyes and adjusts her shirt inside her pants before leaving for work.

And that’s why Clarke wakes up before 8 a.m. nowadays.

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Raindrops hit the windows with loud splashes, singing a staccato rhythm on the glass. Days like this have a tendency to screw up plans and make people stop and think why they had plans in the first place. It’s a break from real life, full of cozy pillows, blankets, and procrastinated responsibilities.

Clarke nudges closer to her friend, her socked feet pulling the blankets up to herself until Raven pulls it back.

"Get your own blanket," Raven murmurs without real heat, passing the popcorn over to Clarke as a show plays on the living room TV.

"But I like your body heat," Clarke whines, mouth full of popcorn.

Raven looks at her longtime friend, one sculpted eyebrow up. "You must have it bad, then."

Clarke’s next whine is long and resentful, carrying the weight of weeks of denial. "You have no idea, Reyes. She’s obscenely gorgeous, and I can’t even start to describe her butt." Clarke buries herself under the blanket, muffling a string of profanities in frustration.

"Damn, are you in heat?"

Clarke cries out her denial from under the blanket, a suppressed sob accompanying it.

"So you have it really bad."

Clarke nods, and Raven watches with a smirk as the blob under the blankets moves in agreement.

The apartment door bursts open right then, a shrill following what sounds almost like a neigh. Soaked sneakers pad the floor, and, with a grunt, a wet shirt falls heavily into a puddle next to the door.

When Lexa finally looks up, a new gasp echoes in the room along with the rain. Lexa has the decency to clear her throat before another embarrassing sound comes out. "I didn’t know you would be home. I thought…" She isn’t sure she should cover her tank top, but she doesn't care as a shiver runs down her spine. Her long hair falls damp on her back and shoulders; her hairband was lost in the rain long ago.

"Hi, I’m Raven." Raven smiles at Lexa from her spot on the couch, since Clarke is frozen and incapable of coherency since Lexa took off her shirt. The fact that the omega still has the pink blanket around her head is one of the reasons color rises to Lexa’s cheek.

"Nice to meet you, Raven," Lexa says as politely as she can muster, freezing and shirtless. "I should…" She points to the hallway bathroom, and Raven nods.

"Yeah, we’ll brew some tea. You might need it!" Raven calls back, and Lexa smiles with blue lips before closing the bathroom door.

"Holy shit," Raven breathes and falls back on the sofa.

Clarke is still frozen.

"Did you see those abs?"

Clarke nods; that’s the most she can do. Raven laughs quietly. "You’re so fucked, Griffin." Clarke’s throat is dry and raspy, and it vibrates in need as the first words scratch free since Lexa came in.

"I wish."

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Tea becomes a ritual. It doesn’t matter if it’s raining or if any of them is soaked; Clarke brews a pot right before Lexa comes home, and they share stories about their days, dreams, and mistakes.

Lexa is much more than toned abs and a godly carved jaw, Clarke learns. She learns of her time in the military, the shadow that covers her face each time she mentions her comrades, and how she used to play hockey in college. She tries to memorize all the freckles that blossom on Lexa’s face in summer and listen eagerly to the legends behind the tribal tattoos on her arms and back.

Clarke opens herself in ways reserved for a type of friend she doesn’t make anymore, and watches Lexa’s face when she talks about her dream to live off her art. She doesn’t find pity, only curiosity, and it lights a warm flame inside her chest. Lexa’s eyes shine with true wonder when Clarke shows her canvases stocked away in her room, and one of the paintings ends up on Lexa’s bedroom wall.

On another rainy day, Lexa shows Clarke her old uniform, battered and safe in a box that smells like pain.

It’s a cold autumn night when Clarke shows Lexa a diploma she never used, dusted and filled with memories of her late father.

She can’t pinpoint when it happened, but it isn’t a crush anymore.

And losing her apartment is the least of her worries.

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There are good and bad days. Until then, today was a bad one for Lexa. Her leg had been throbbing since the morning's chilly air welcomed her out of the apartment, and paperwork piled endlessly on her desk throughout her shift. One of the students canceled at the gym, and she found herself earlier at home.

The walk back doesn’t warn her. The way birds shrink away in the evening breeze doesn’t tell her to be careful or prepare herself. Though that is what happens on the days that everything changes: they are untamed, and there is no warning.

Lexa’s keys jingle and scratch their apartment door, and she swears to herself to oil it this weekend. She opened the door with her shoulder, stretching her bad leg as she gives herself a moment on the living room couch.

That’s when she hears it.

At first, it’s not a call, not a plea, but a simple, desperate cry. Lexa’s ears grow hot, and she stumbles to be on her feet, brows furrowing under memories of people calling her name in their last breath.

But it is her name: clear and needy, breathless and scared. She doesn’t think. She acts on instinct, protection soaring through her as she pounds on Clarke’s door.

"Clarke?" she reasons in the last moment before kicking the door down. "What’s wrong? Do you need any help?"

The gasps of Lexa’s name turn into a loud crash and a sequence of profanities, and Lexa bangs the bedroom door again. "Clarke?" More curses flow from the bedroom, and Lexa knocks on the wood with a heavy hand. "Clarke, what’s going on?" She rattles at the doorknob. "I’ll open the door, okay?"

"No, wait!" It’s all Clarke can muster, and Lexa doesn’t hear it anyway, because as soon as the door’s lock cracks open under the force of Lexa’s kick, she is hit with an onslaught of omega pheromones that call for her to take a step inside. Lexa shakes her head and jumps out of the room as if on fire.

Naked, Clarke lays terrified on her floor, skin flushed and shining with sweat. The omega closes her eyes and covers her nose. It’s not an easy heat to handle with an alpha so close.

And not any alpha. Lexa.

Lexa tries to close the door in growing desperation, but the broken hinges don’t fall into place, and Clarke starts to sob, and they both want to die of embarrassment. After excruciating ten seconds, Lexa gives up on the door and marches out the apartment, yelling under her breath she will come back in a few hours.

It takes Clarke an entire hour to realize that it wasn’t a heat induced dream.

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"I fucked it up, Raven. Seriously, I suck."

"You suck as in you finally got to suck—"

"I’m serious here!"

"Just so you know, O is on the line, and—"

"What did you do, Griff!"

"I fucked up, O, sorry."

"Lexa’s been in the gym for four hours, and I’ve never seen her fidget so much. She jumped when I asked what was wrong."

"Clarke?"

"Tell her it is okay to come home."

"Clarke? Are you in heat?"

"On suppressants now."

"Shit."

"Double shit."

"Do you want us to come over? I can bring beer."

"She can’t drink on suppressants, moron."

"Hey, I’m the only certified genius here."

"Guys, just… O, tell her to please come home."

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The pink note is carefully written, and it doesn’t smell as tantalizing omega as Lexa fears it will. She touches it gently, pulling it off the front of her bedroom door. She eyes the shower curtain as a makeshift door down the hallway, but there are no sounds from inside.

Steeling herself, Lexa reads the short note, crunching it when done. She jumps in place a few times, preparing her body and mind. Step by calculated step, she ventures closer to the colorful curtain and swipes it aside.

The same room that made her pants tight instantly now feels like an old locker room, with only the lingering smell of sweat to prove something happened there. Clarke sleeps like a rock, snoring softly under the heat suppressors.

Lexa knows suppressors can take a toll on an omega, and guilt bubbles in her stomach at the thought that she is the one who forced Clarke to take them.

But when she looks at the sleeping girl on the bed, her golden locks wild and damp, Lexa wonders when was the last time she responded so strongly to an omega. When was the last time she dreamed about a woman the way she dreams of Clarke—the last time her skin crawled with need and tickled with innocent nervousness at simple touches?

Shaky fingers brush blonde curls away from a sleeping face. Lexa leaves a cup of water and ibuprofen pills on the nightstand and goes to take a shower in a curtainless bathroom.

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It’s not the headache that wakes her up. Nor the light invading from the window and lack of door, nor the annoying sounds of someone in the kitchen. Like a dull fire coming to life, the throbbing between her legs escalates to forest-consuming intensity, and that’s what rouses Clarke from a blank dream. She groans, searching blindly for the suppressants on her nightstand. She finds other pills, but, afraid of losing control of her heat, forces them down anyway.

Ibuprofen, she concludes once she’s steady enough to stand.

Clarke pads to the living room, wrapped up on her blanket, eyes half-closed under the light.

"I can leave for the week if you want." Her voice breaks the silence in the quiet apartment, and Lexa jumps in surprise.

"Clarke." Lexa stands, unsure, looking at the blonde tresses poking out from the pink blanket wrapped around the omega. "Are you feeling better?"

"After another dose, I will." Clarke squirms in place. If she doesn’t want to force herself on her friend by this point, it’s better to sleep the week away high on drugs. "And I understand if you don't want to share the apartment. I get it; I was out of line. I—"

"Clarke."

"—really understand if it’s too much, I didn’t think this—"

"Clarke," Lexa tries again, one step closer. At her proximity, Clarke’s chin snaps shut. "Are you listening to me?"

Clarke is lost in the forest green staring back at her, and her rational side warns her to flee to the safety of her room before making things worse.

Lexa clears her throat when she realizes she has Clarke’s full attention. "It’s been awhile since I’ve last been with an omega, and, no, wait." She fumbles for words, and it brings a smile to Clarke’s face. "Being with you wouldn’t just be because you are an omega, it would be because you are you, and I know heats can be hard to handle and—"

"Lexa."

"—if you would accept me, allow me to help you, not only because of your heat, you see, these last months I—"

"Lexa." Clarke reaches for the hands fidgeting on Lexa’s waist, and Lexa smiles down at her shyly.

"Clarke." She leans down and places a chaste kiss on Clarke’s forehead, then frowns at the high temperature of the skin. "You need to rest."

"I want you."

"I want you, too." Lexa surrenders to her need to wrap her arms around Clarke, sighing in relief at the way the omega fits against her body.

"Will you stay with me until I wake up?"

Lexa smiles at the words mumbled against her chest.

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The thin wire wriggles and twists inside the keyhole, jumping and spinning under frustrated huffs.

"I thought you said this was easy," Octavia comments from behind Raven, arms folded.

"Just give me a minute!" the engineer complains, and mercifully the lock clicks open, and she releases a triumphant laugh. "Told you."

"Hurry up, she could be dead." Octavia pushes Raven in half-joking, but both of them are honestly worried. Clarke hadn’t called or answered the phone for 24 hours, and neither had Lexa, which can mean two things. One: Clarke died in an OD of suppressants, and Lexa ran away before it happened; or two: they are locked in a heat-hazed sex marathon.

"I still think they’re just banging," Raven whispers once they are inside the apartment, quiet and calm.

They see the broken door at the end of the hallway and the colorful curtain doing a poor job as cover. Clarke’s room is empty, and Octavia steps up to Lexa’s door.

"Can you hear anything?" Raven whispers while Octavia leans over the wood.

"No," she replies, her dark brows knitted. "Should we open it?"

"There's only one way to find out." Raven takes a deep breath and opens the unlocked door with a loud kick, unceremoniously, much to Octavia’s eye roll behind her.

"Holy shit!"

"Raven!" Clarke’s desperate shriek echoes in the entire apartment, and a flushed Octavia pulls Raven back to the hallway and closes the door to Lexa’s room.

"And that answers our concerns," Octavia says in a furious blush, pushing Raven back to the front door.

"Did you see that ass?" Raven asks in awe.

"Don’t remind me," Octavia growls.

"Clarke is fucking lucky."

"Just lock the door already."

#updating some old one-shots #clexa #clexa fanfic #the 100 fanfiction #raven and o are adorable in this #drabble

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lexa-griffins · 2 years

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Just Photographer!Clarke and model!Lexa. I have nothing else to say

Amateur photographer!Clarke gets the opportunity of a lifetime when she's asked to photograph up and coming model!Lexa in a very casual shot. Lexa is known for these very rigid posture in modeling and Clarke is, full disclosure, a little intimidated by spending an entire day with her trying to coax her into actually looking casual. This shot is a big deal for Clarke and could really get her career started and while she doesn't mind doing weddings and engagement pictures, she's dying to work with bigger fish. It can also open a lot of doors for Lexa if she manages to show brands she can do more than just stand there and look mean, she's done with the same cookie cutter work she's been doing and wants to step it up, but she can't do it if her expression does nothing but scare you.

They're supposed to meet at Lexa's house, somewhere where she's more relaxed and at home, and still the first few pictures make it look like this is a set and Lexa is just another prop instead of someone who lives there everyday. They've barely shared more than a couples words and they are both clearly frustrated with the results so far, and the more frustrated Lexa gets, the harder it is for her to relax.

So, Clarke decides to put the camera down and talk to Lexa - the girl looks like she never had a casual conversation in her life. She starts small, silly questions like "what's your food?", "Favorite type of weather?", "Top three colors?". Lexa answers them, first flat out, then with a little more thought. Soon they're sharing stories about their first gigs, first times, first kisses. They enjoy it, its easy to talk with each other. Clarke learns she loves to make Lexa laugh, she looks so different from the uptight pictures she's seen of her, more carefree and young.

Clarke's sharing how her love for photography let to her and a couple friends skipping school to do a photo shoot and how they nearly got away with it if she hadn't been so damn proud of the pictures and went to show her mom when she manages this picture of Lexa laughing at her:

After that, Lexa becomes Clarke's muse and while they won't work exclusively with each other, there is a tendency to book them as a duo because there is something so authentic about the way Clarke photographs Lexa that just can't be replicated by any other photographer <3

#letter opened #clexa #okay but this would be such a cute one-shot.....#i cant i cant i cant i cant #but Clarke mellowing Lexa down and getting all giddy when she makes her smile #which just makes Lexa smile brighter because Clarke is being adorable with her little dance when Lexa finally laughs #ah!#the only photoshoots Clarke doesn't do is mainly any lingerie shoot #she just cannot focus #and Lexa can't stop laughing and smiling at her blushing #au: model!lexa

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blu3haw4 · 1 year

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#truly a mood #writters life #clexa #also taking this pic made me realized i spelled waits intead of waist lol #writting tags #clexa fic #another super late clextober one shot

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luvmyoui · 10 months

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PT2 OF HER FAVORITE PLS

am i still?(your favorite)

spiderwoman!ahn yujin x fem!reader, spiderwoman!yujin x felicia hardy (black cat) GP!YUJIN

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: cheating, violence, cursing, mentions of sex, self inflicted harm

word count: 6,822

a/n: i actually finished this a week ago but i js kept putting off proofreading bcz of how long this is😭😭😭 ALSO EVERYONE ASKING FOR A PT 2 SAY THANKS TO @second-daughter-of-clexa, FOR HELPING ME W THIS!!

The black cat and spiderwoman save the city together once again. could this relationship of theirs exceed just friends?

you rolled your eyes and turned off the tv, switching the channel was no use because it seemed that black cat and spiderwoman was all they talked about. you hated feeling this way, you knew you had no right to even doubt her, black cat was someone who helped her out. you should be thanking her, but instead all you could feel was jealousy, something that was very foreign to you.

you never had a reason to be jealous in the past, you were the one people were jealous of. much to your dismay though, you were now the one overcome with the emotion of jealousy. It didn't help that you were yujin’s first for everything, her inexperience in relationships led to you not being able to freely communicate with her (you liked to tell yourself it was that). you couldn't help but think that you were being unfair with her by doubting her relationship with one of her few friends. you feeling this way was the reason you could never get yourself to confront her about this topic.

yujin was never good at talking to people, this was one of the main reasons she was deemed a loser in school despite her good looks. when she became spiderwoman it was like becoming a new person, someone more confident, someone who could stand up for themselves. when yujin became friends with black cat, her confidence shot through the roof. someone as sexy as black cat was showing interest in her. although at the time black cat did not show any romantic or sexual interest in yujin, things changed quickly.

it started off with light brushes that could be excused as accidents, maybe her hand accidentally brushing against yujin’s bicep. small things like that. the small touches soon escalated though, the light brushes becoming bolder and escalating into lingering touches on places that wouldn't be deemed as appropriate had they stayed longer.

the red that tinted her face as black cat would whisper things into her ear made her start questioning things. on one hand, yujin felt amazing that someone this hot would make such advances. on the other, she doubted whether or not this was even appropriate for friends to do. surely this wasn't wrong? what was the issue if all they were doing was talking, flirting isn't cheating. seeing felicia as a close friend, yujin went to her with these worries and was immediately reassured. they weren't having sex, her girlfriend shouldn't have a problem with what she was doing.

when the lingering touches expanded into small gropes is when yuijn started to feel like what they were doing was wrong. yujin knew that touching her dick was reserved for only her girlfriend. If this was so then why was felicia touching it? although it was just small squeezes through her pants surely this couldn't be right. this time she went to another friend, harry. harry had been her friend since before she was spiderwoman so surely he’d give good advice.

“uhh harry i need your advice on something.” yujin said, scratching the back of her neck as she sat down on harry’s bed.

“sure, what is it?”

“okay, so you know how I'm dating y/n right?”

“yeah….?”

“okay well i have this other friend whos like smoking hot-” yujin started but was soon cut off by harry’s question

“how hot are we talking about?”

“super fucking hot, like shes hella pretty and has such big boobs bro, her body is so fucking sexy. anyways though, we’re getting off topic. she keeps making moves on me, like she’ll ‘accidently’ brush her boobs on me, and she keeps touching my dick.” yujin explained, air quoting accidently.

“holy shit dude, can we trade lives! how the fuck do you have all these hot girls on your dick?!”

“bro I don't know, isn't it like cheating or something like she keeps on touching my dick and like flirting with me.”

“dude no way! you have two girls tryna jump your bones bro you have to take advantage of this situation. plus, unless you stick it in her pussy it aint cheatin.” harry said, encouraging his friend.

after this conversation with harry yujin felt over the moon, he was so right. why was she worrying about her girlfriend when she had such a hot girl in front of her. with her newfound confidence from her talk with harry, yujin found herself reciprocating the advances felicia made on her. of course she didn't do much as she still knew her boundaries and that she had a girlfriend, but a little fun wouldn't hurt. yujin's advances consisted of nothing more than flirting back and maybe a little groping here and there.

“It's been a long day you know, why don't you come over for a bit?” felicia said as she looked up at yujin while feeling the muscles in yujin’s arms which had now become prominent due to the exertion.

“I gotta get home though, my aunt’s probably waitin on me…..” yujin trailed off

“it’s already pretty late, i don't think she’d mind waiting a little longer. you can just tell her you got held up.” felicia said, ending her argument with a small squeeze to yujins dick.

groaning at the action, yujin decided that that was convincing enough and put an arm around felicia’s waist to web them both to felicia’s house. yujin soon arrived at the familiar building which contained felicia’s flat. yujin had been to felicia’s flat many times before, but never for this reason. In fact yujin and felicia had never gone further than groping and flirting.

as they stood at the door of felicia’s flat, yujin couldn't seem to ignore the small voice in the back of her head telling her this was wrong. yujin wasn't a baby, she knew that all she was doing with felicia was wrong, she knew what they were gonna do was terrible. she just chose to ignore the thoughts that faced her with reality. she chose to use harry’s advice as an excuse.

It was selfish really, she wasn't like this before, she despised cheaters. your ex had cheated on you multiple times and yujin hated him for it, she hated him for doing something so cruel to someone as amazing as you.

It wasn’t until felicia was on her knees with yujin’s cock freed from the confines of her pants and now in felicia’s mouth that yujin started to doubt what she was doing. ‘no but harry said….’ was what she said to herself pushing down the thoughts that what she was doing was wrong.

“fuck it, im already doing it. might as well enjoy it.” she mumbled to herself before clearing her mind of thoughts and letting pleasure overtake her.

yujin had never been this rough with someone, especially not to the person sucking her off. she didn't know where it came from but she was filled with rage. why did felicia have to be such a slut and seduce her, this was all felicia’s fault. never in her life had yujin said such degrading things to anyone but she couldn't seem to stop the words from leaving her mouth.

sucked up by her thoughts, yujin lasted much longer than she ever had, and soon enough when she opened her eyes it was y/n she saw on her knees. ‘seeing’ y/n yujin suddenly snapped back to reality, pulling her dick out of felicia’s mouth and shoving it back into her pants.

“fuck, this was a mistake, i have a girlfriend.” yujin said before leaving through the window, not allowing a response from felicia.

tears clouded her vision as she webbed around, the thought of your face utterly heartbroken when you found out was all yujin could think of. yujin had become the one thing she hated most: a cheater, and she was the only one to blame for this. soon enough, yujin found herself at your bedroom window pulling it up and letting herself inside.

“hey you, i was waiting.” you said eyes still on the assignment you had on your desk.

more tears flowed out of her eyes at the thought that while she was out with another girl you were here waiting on her. she was the worst, she hated herself so much. she needed to tell you what she had done, she had committed the worst crime and the guilt weighed heavy in her heart. yujin was never good at secrets. she felt butterflies in her stomach, usually she loved the feeling of them, it always followed with a warm feeling in her chest. not this time though, it was like the butterflies were trying to eat their way out of her stomach. she wanted to throw up, she felt disgusted with herself.

not hearing a response you turned towards your window and felt your heart drop at what you saw. yujin was on your window sill, face buried in her hands, water leaking from in between her fingers. you immediately got up and went to embrace yujin, you didn't get a response from her, her face still in her hands as you whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

abruptly yujin broke away from your embrace and before you could question it she ran to the bathroom connected to your room. she collapsed next to the toilet and began to empty the contents of her stomach into it. you sat down next to her and gently swept her hair away from her face holding it into a makeshift ponytail as you rubbed her back.

you didn't know if it was because she was vomiting or if it was something you did but she burst out into tears again when you started touching her. you didn't know what was going on but you continued to try your best to comfort her. she soon stood up from the toilet, flushed it, rinsed out her mouth, and then silently walked to your bed, curled up into a ball, and continued to cry.

you slowly approached her and sat down next to her on the bed, you started to rub her back and asked if she wanted to talk about it. she removed the arms covering her face slowly and looked up at you, the sight of her broke your heart. It was one you never wanted to see again, her eyes puffy and red with tear streaks lining her cheeks. her mouth was drawn into a frown and her eyes looked terrified, you never wanted to see her like this again. It was too heartbreaking.

she cautiously sat up and removed your hand from her and held it in her own contemplating. she slowly raised your hand and as hard as she could she brought it down on her face. the action shocked you, the slap having been so hard her face turned and the red handprint now marking her face. you tried to snatch your hand away not wanting to hurt her but she was much stronger than you. she repeated the action multiple times, just slapping herself using your hand, you turned your face away not being able to look. you could feel the wetness of her still running tears on your hand and could feel your hand start to sting from the impact.

“yujin please, stop!” you exclaimed your own tears now flowing.

seeing and hearing you yujin immediately dropped your hand now starting to pull at her own hair while murmuring sorrys. you didn't know what had gotten into her, when you finally turned to face her you were horrified by the sight, her lip was bloodied and her face now turning a shade of purple. maybe if it was someone else you would have been scared but right now all you could feel was distress. yujin was hurt, you never wanted to see yujin hurt.

“yujin STOP!” you exclaimed, grabbing onto her hands and detangling them from her hair, to bring them to your face.

you knew she could easily break away from you but she didn't, you knew she wouldn't. not when you were this upset.

yujin didn't know what to do, she wanted you to hurt her. she wanted to be beaten black and blue by your hands, maybe that would ease the guilt. she knew nothing could atone for what she had done but at least this way she would be getting hurt along with you.

yujin prayed that this was all a bad dream, that she hadn't really gone and cheated. she knew that once the trust between you two was gone it may never come back. she didn't know what to do, she wanted to tell you so bad but she didn't want to say it aloud, she didn't want to make it real. she had this feeling burning in her stomach, the feeling you get when you’ve done something so bad you can't tell whether it's a dream or not. the dizziness that makes you feel that maybe if you get pinched you’ll wake up.

but this wasn't a dream, this was real, the blood running down her lip being a confirmation if anything. she wanted you to yell at her, tell her she was terrible, that she was the worst person ever. but knowing you, you definitely wouldn't. you were too nice to ever do that.

“im so fucking sorry, i didnt mean to i swear i-i- i just- i dont know im such a bitch fuck please- just hit me, yell at me, please.” yujin said, struggling to get a sentence out due to her labored breathing.

she couldnt breath, she couldn't seem to get air to enter her lungs causing trouble in her speech. this frustrated her to no end, she was so mad at herself for not being able to get full sentences out. why couldn't she stop crying long enough to talk properly?

“baby…” you trailed off, a deep frown on your face seeing yujin’s state. “you don't have to talk right now babe, let's just sleep for now. today must have been hard, you need your rest.” you continued the frown only getting deeper.

your sentence only seemed to set off more tears, what you said had reminded her of what felicia had told her not too long ago. reminding her of the crime she had committed.

seeing that nothing you said or did was helping you laid down on the bed and pulled yujin down with you. you held her face against your chest and felt her curl up next to you wrapping her arms around your waist as she held you close. the feeling of her whole body shaking as she sobbed into your chest made you want to cry.

you continued to gently stroke her hair until her breathing evened out and the shaking of her body stilled. you felt the tears running down your own face, she was finally asleep but you seemed to be restless. you had a terrible feeling in your stomach, you weren't sure if you wanted to know what she had done that was so terrible.

you slowly removed yourself from yujin before carefully getting out of bed and going to your closet. you pulled out your longest shorts and a shirt of hers that you had stolen, none of your normal clothes would fit her. you carefully removed the blue and red suit from yujin’s body and changed her clothes as cautiously as you could. you didn't want to wake her and risk her not falling asleep again. you hid her suit in your closet, the same place you always put it when yujin fell asleep before changing. you laid back in bed and immediately felt yujin curl up into you, and before you knew it you had also fallen asleep.

you awoke the next morning to the smell of pancakes, you found this weird since your dad wasn't home for the week. you went down the stairs to further inspect the origin of this scent and once you reached the kitchen you found yujin there, making pancakes.

“good morning babe.” yujin said her back still towards you as you neared her.

you contemplated bringing up last night but out of fear for another outburst you kept your thoughts to yourself. the last thing you wanted was to upset her.

“morning” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder.

you left light kisses along what was exposed of yujin’s neck as she continued to flip the pancake on the pan. after she deemed the pancake fully cooked, yujin shut the stove and turned around in your arms. she leaned in and pecked your lips, a smile on her face. a smile that contradicted what she was currently feeling inside.

although acting as if nothing had happened, yujin’s stomach was filled with moths. the butterflies that once occupied her stomach around you had blossomed into moths. moths that wouldn’t leave no matter how much she urged them out.

she hated this. she hated secrets, she was terrible at keeping them and she hated to. especially secrets from you, keeping secrets from you was never something she wanted. she wished she could just spit it out, but she couldn’t. she just couldn’t.

although the inner turmoil was almost eating her alive, yujin still kept a smile on her face. where she wanted to cry and have you beat her she smiled and pretended nothing was wrong.

feeling your soft palm caressing her bruised cheek brought a blush to her face. you stood on the tips of your toes and slowly left a soft kiss there. she saw the sadness in your eyes as you softly touched the bruise after having your feet return to the floor. she wanted to cry, the bruise only serving as a reminder of what had happened.

she willed the tears back, only allowing them to rest at her water line. she couldn’t cry, not now. you seemed to notice the tears that were on the edge of falling. you frowned as you noticed yujin still had a smile on her face despite that obviously not reflecting her feelings.

when yujin felt like she couldn't hold the tears in for longer she leaned her head down and rested it on your shoulder. her hands held your waist and pulled you closer. no noise escaped her, she just needed those tears out. when she felt they had dried she once again raised her head and smiled at you.

“let's eat now, shall we?” yujin said, letting her hands drop, one of them grabbing onto your hand.

she led you to the table, the plate of pancakes in one hand and yours in the other. she had you sit down and then went to the cabinet and took out some syrup. the both of you only ate syrup so she didn’t see the need to take out butter. she sat down next to you after setting the syrup down on the table and started to eat.

you poured syrup on your pancakes and ate them, what had happened that was so terrible? you took the hint that she didn't want to talk about it but it worried you. yujin had never acted this way, this type of behavior from her was very foreign. the thought she didn't feel comfortable enough to talk to you about what had happened kept bothering you. had you done anything to make her feel that way?

“are you not hungry?” yujin asked, pulling you from your thoughts on what you had done wrong. you looked down to your plate and noticed that you had only eaten a couple of bites.

“i’m not that hungry right now, but the pancakes are the best i've had.” you shot her a bright smile after the compliment.

yujin beamed at the compliment and got up from her seat at the table, picking up both of the plates. you tried to insist that you should do the dishes because she had made the food but yujin was not having it. after washing the dishes yujin suggested going to a fair, and you obviously agreed.

yujin’s gestures didn't stop there though, the whole entire week yujin had been the best she had ever been. not that she had treated you even remotely bad previously in your relationship, but she had been going above and beyond. she would show up at your door daily with flowers and showered you with gifts and affection. you didn't know why she was doing this but you couldn't say you hated this, anyone would love this kind of treatment.

“mmh y/n you should really try this, it's superrr gooood.” harry slurred out leaning onto you and holding out a red solo cup.

you were currently at a party, you only attended because it was one of your friends who was hosting. all of your friends had came with you but when you arrived they left to be with their boyfriends leaving you with harry.

harry osborn, he was yujin’s best friend since they were in kinder. yujin was originally going to come to the party with you but she couldn't attend last minute, due to there being a burglary. she promised to arrive later but for the meantime she had sent harry in her place.

you didn't respond to harry, only shrugged him off of you and went to the kitchen.

“heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?” harry slurred as he followed you.

what he said made you stop in your tracks, “what did you just say….?” you asked slowly, turning around.

your response to what he said made harry's eyes widen and seemingly sobered him up.

“y-y/n… i- i that’s not what i meant, s-someone was just bothering yujin. it was j-just one sided flirting, not on yujin’s part.” harry said in a panic as he tried to clean up what he had said.

“that's not what you said, you said yujin was flirting and that they were- touching each other?” you said stopping in between what you said, questioning what he meant.

“c’mon, you know how people say stupid things while drunk. yujin loves you, she would never.” harry said, trying to bullshit his way out of this. unluckily for him, you weren't stupid.

“so yujin- cheated…?” you said your voice wavering at just the thought, tears filling your eyes. you knew harry wouldn't confirm it, only deny so you didn't see the need to continue to listen to his lies.

“no, she didn't, please believe me y/n!” harry tried to say but had to yell it seeing as you had ran away.

harry had said it loud enough for everyone to have heard it, even over the music. it caused a sudden silence, even the music stopping while everyone directed their gazes to you. your friends, having heard this, came up to you and surrounded you asking what had happened.

“s-she ch-cheated!” you exclaimed through your tears.

they didn't need to ask who because they all knew only one person could cause this reaction out of you.

“I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch.” your closest friend chaewon said in a low voice.

you shook your head side to side through the tears, even after knowing what she had done you didn't wish for her to get hurt. no matter how much she had hurt you, you would never wish for her to be hurt.

“what happened y/n?” another one of your friends asked, you could hear the frown in her voice.

“harry was really drunk and he said, and I quote ‘heyyy yujin, so what happened with that really hot girl that you were flirting with? did you guys finally fuck or are you guys still only touching eachother?’ and then i was like w-what did you say and he tried to make up some bullshit excuses saying that he didn't mean it.” you said in between hiccups, explaining all that had happened.

your story only seemed to fuel your friends’ anger, you were surprised there wasn’t smoke coming out of chaewon’s ears with how red she was.

“when i see that motherfucker it’s on fucking sight.” chaewon said and the rest of your friends nodded in agreement. “she wont be going home without a broken bone.” jiwon added

you could only smile in endearment, despite your sadness, your friends loyalty to you made you smile.

while on her way home, yujin received a message from harry saying that y/n knew what had happened between her and felicia. she could only curse at him for revealing the truth that she so desperately wanted to hide. her original plan was to go home, change, then go to the party but that was no longer an option. yujin didn't think she had ever been this stressed.

when she arrived home, yujin changed and went down to her aunt and uncle's room.

“uhh uncle, can i talk to you for a minute?” yujin saw this as a last resort, she needed someone to give her advice.

“yeah sure, what’s up?” he said after your aunt exited the room.

“I uh i messed up big time, i- uh you know about my girlfriend y/n?”

“yeah, what about her?”

“i uh, i kinda cheated on her. but i didn't even kiss her or have sex with the other girl.” yujin added after seeing her uncles eyes widen

“well if you didn't kiss or have sex with her then how would you cheat?” her uncle said, seeming to think that yujin hadnt cheated.

“uh, she uh- the other girl i mean, she kinda uh gave me a blowjob… but i uhm- i didnt finish at least.” yujin said, a blush dusting her face, she never would have wanted to reveal this to her uncle.

In response yujin’s uncle just let out a heavy sigh, visibly disappointed in her actions.

“well buddy, I don't think there’s much you can do to fix this. you were completely sober when you made the decision to cheat. there's nothing you can do other than tell her and hope for forgiveness.”

“uhm about that… she found out, not by me…” yujin trailed off scratching the back of her neck.

“well uh, you’re fucked. here's some advice for you though, if you've ever done something bad it's much better for you to say it yourself rather than someone else to.”

“but then what do i do now?”

“just talk to her, tell her the truth. don't leave anything out.”

soon after finding out what yujin had done, jiwon called off the party, and insisted that you stay over at her home. you declined though much to your friends’ dismay, saying that you’d have to face her sooner or later. so here you sat, on your bed scrolling through instagram. you refused to cry in front of her. you knew she’d come over the moment she found out you knew and you werent gonna cry over the mistake she had made.

soon enough, yujin was at your window pulling it up and letting herself in. you didnt look up at her, you didn't want it to seem like you cared.

“look y/n i dont expect you to forgive me but i just really want a chance to explain, please.” yujin said, ready to beg for just a chance to explain.

“what’s there to explain, you’ve been cheating on me, that’s probably why you’ve been spoiling me.” you let out a breathy laugh void of humor “wow, i’m so fucking stupid, to think it was because you cared.”

“baby please, let me explain. you’ve got it all wrong.” yujin said, trying her best not to cry.

seeing how desperate she was you couldn't find it in you to say anything more, you still cared for her, no matter what she did. you shot her an expecting look and yujin took it as a sign for her to explain.

“so uh- you remember that night around a week ago when i was really upset?”

your eyes softened as you recalled that night, even the thought of it bringing sorrow. you gave her a small nod, waiting for her to continue.

“so uhm before that night you know black cat? well she um she kept on flirting with me but um i didn't really mind it because obviously it didn't really matter to me and they were just words. but uh yeah it became a problem when she started touching me, at first it wasnt really anything. just things that could be written off as accidents so i ignored it but then she started to uhm touch my uh my dick.” yujin said blushing at the mention of her dick

“but uh anyways, i obviously knew that only you should be touching that area because you're my girlfriend. so then i went to harry, and i asked him what to do and asked if it was cheating but he said that it ‘wasn't cheating unless you stick it in her pussy’ and that i should be really happy that two hot girls wanted me and that i should take advantage of this situation.” yujin said, blaming harry.

“that fucking bitch.” you seethed, ready to deck him the next time you saw him.

“but uh yeah, so then um i just like didn't stop her from groping me and then one day she was like ‘come back to my place it's been a hard day’ and because harry said that it was only cheating if it was in her pussy i agreed. but when we got there she tried to kiss me but i didn't let her because my lips are only for you but um…. she- we- uh she gave me a blowjob but it felt so wrong that i couldn't do it. i couldn't cum because all I could think of was you so i told her that it was a mistake and that i had a girlfriend and then left.” yujin paused trying to gauge your reaction but when she realized she wouldn't get it she continued.

yujin knew that her uncle told her not to leave things out but going against his words she purposely left out multiple things. telling you that she reciprocated what felicia was doing wouldn't help anyone.

“so then that day that i came to your home upset, it was after i left black cat and i was so mad at myself. I felt so disgusted that i even let her touch me and believe me, after what i did no one hates me more than i do. and um- that night i was trying to tell you what had happened. even that morning, i wanted to tell you while we ate but i couldn't bring myself to. almost as if, if i said the words aloud it'd all become true. i- i’m so fucking sorry, i know i fucked up but i love you and ill do anything to stay with you.” yujin begged, she wouldn't be able to handle you leaving her.

“why didn't you talk to me about what black cat was doing?” you asked anger seeping through your voice

“I couldn't, you already didn't like her, even if you never said it i know you. and harry’s my only friend other than black cat, there’s no one else I could have consulted.” yujin explained, answering your question and your next one.

“well, i don't know what you want me to say, it's an undeniable fact that you cheated. as much as i want to i can't just ignore that, i had trust in you but now i- i don't know. i- i just need some time to think, for now at least i just need some time alone.” you said, the anger in your voice replaced with defeat. you couldn't find it in you to be mad at her, not after what you saw her go through that night, you saw how much she regretted it.

“i’ll wait however long you need. but uh- before the break starts, please can you just kiss me. just once, please.” yujin pleaded.

with the intent to fulfill her request you got up from your bed and walked towards her. you reached up and wrapped your arms around her neck, hers lacing around your waist. you pulled her down and slowly placed your lips on hers. for the first few seconds you two didn't move, simply reveling in the feeling of each other's lips.

yujin wasn't sure when she’d get to kiss you again so she planned to make the most of it. you could feel the tremble of yujin’s lips as they glided along yours. the way her hands gripped onto your waist, almost like if she were to loosen her grip you’d disappear. she loved you dearly, with all that she was, she loved you. as her tongue explored the depths of your mouth it hit her, this might be the last time she did this. if it was possible, her grip on you tightened and she pulled you closer, not leaving any space in between the two of you.

the burn in her lungs from lack of oxygen was starting to intensify, but she didn't care. she didn't want it to end, not this soon. but soon enough the lack of oxygen was too much for you to bear so reluctantly you pulled away. you rested your forehead against hers and gazed into her eyes. your soft pants for air fanning over her lips. you didn't need any words, a mutual understanding shared through your gazes.

it was over, for the time being at least.

The black cat and spiderwoman’s relationship confirmed?

what followed the headline was a video of black cat flirting with yujin. you couldn't help but wonder if taking a break was a mistake, what if she didn't wait? what if she left you for black cat? these questions plagued your mind, you knew that you were lucky to have yujin, she was very attractive, and not only that she was such a sweet person.

you couldn't help but wonder if you had made the wrong call. sure yujin wasnt responding to the constant flirting of black cat but that didn't help to ease your doubts.

yujin on the other hand, wasn't in the best situation either. after the break was initiated she refused to leave her room for days, spending them crying over you. it was felicia who had come to yujin’s home and coaxed her out. yujin had told felicia honestly what had happened and how she didn't want anything with her.

felicia accepted this, although accepting though, felicia kept flirting with yujin. yujin didn't see a problem with it though because she knew that it was simply friendly flirting. yujin didn't flirt back and would just roll her eyes from under her mask in response to the flirting. yujin had long accepted that flirting was a personality trait of felicia’s.

though having caused a wedge in between you and yujin, she held no resentment towards black cat. if anything yujin was grateful towards felicia, the one who forced her out of bed. she considered felicia a very close friend and had nothing but gratitude towards the other girl.

your eyes were glued to your phone, you refused to turn on the tv and hear more news about yujin and the black cat. you had tuned out all noise keeping your focus on the video you were watching. the sound of your window opening snapped you out of your daze. it had been weeks since you heard the familiar scrape of your window as it was lifted.

your head turned towards your window looking to see who was there. a gasp escaped your mouth at what you saw. yujin was squatted on your window sill holding onto her abdomen. yujin had big hands, but they were not big enough to fully cover the gash on her side. her suit had rips all over it and you could tell by the swelling she would have a black eye.

you immediately ran over to where she was and she fell over into your arms. you helped her walk over to your bed and then sat her down. you told her to wait for a minute and rushed through your drawers until you found your first aid kit.

although not being as qualified as an actual one, you had been yujin’s personal little doctor. due to her being spiderwoman, she couldn't really go to a hospital so she usually came to you. because of this little arrangement you had studied up a little on how to attend to injuries.

you slowly inspected the gash and noticed that it was pretty deep but thankfully it hadnt hit anything important and with the right care it’d probably heal fine. you grabbed a small towel and applied pressure to the wound, you kept it there until the bleeding had stopped. you told yujin to hold onto it as you looked through the first aid kit for ointment. you quickly ran to the bathroom and washed your hands with soap thoroughly.

you came back with a wet washcloth in hand and then kneeled in front of yujin. you went to take away the towel that was pressed against her injury but you were cut off by her voice.

“i’m getting major deja vu right now.” yujin said, her voice suggestive as she looked down at you on your knees.

you flushed at what she was insinuating and muttered a small shut up before going back to attending to her wound. after you wiped away the residual blood you went to apply ointment to the injury. after putting on the ointment you stopped, yujin had never gotten an injury this bad and you honestly had no idea what to do.

“should i just wrap it up now?” you had never dealt with a wound like this, you were clueless on what to do. you knew that the only reason yujin wasn't losing an insane amount of blood and was still conscious was due to her having accelerated healing. but it was for that reason that you had no clue on what to do.

“you’re the doctor here, how should i know.”

at this response you simply shrugged your shoulders and took out some gauze. you carefully wrapped it around her abdomen until the roll was finished. you went to stand up after dressing her wound but you were stopped by her looking at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes and let out a small chuckle knowing exactly what she wanted.

you reclaimed your position on the floor and left a soft kiss on top of the gauze covering her injury. after doing that you stood up, leaned down, and then left another kiss on her eye that was swelling. when you pulled away from her you could practically feel the satisfaction in her.

you walked over to your closet and pulled out some oversized clothes and threw them in her direction. you knew she could, but with her injury being on her abdomen you didn't want her to change herself. you walked back over to her and pulled her hero suit off of her, replacing the clothing with more comfortable pieces.

you laid back in your bed next to her, the both of you just staring at the ceiling in silence.

“do you miss me like i miss you? fucked around and got attached to you. friends can break your hearts too and i’m always tired but never of-” yujin’s out of tune singing was quickly interrupted by your groan.

“why are you like this?” you said in mock exasperation.

“i'm always tired but never of you, if i pulled a you on you you wo-” yujin continued, a wide grin on her face.

“please for the love of god stop!” you groaned, you would never admit it, but you loved it when she did stupid things like this.

“hmm, i guess a kiss could shut me up.” yujin said, a finger on her chin as if she was in deep thought.

“and what makes you think you deserve a kiss?” you questioned turning around on your side to face her.

she turned her head to face you and pouted, “i got injured after saving the city, i deserve it for my hard work.” yujin whined

you slowly leaned in, your lips ghosting over hers, “only because you're my favorite hero.” you breathed out before pressing your lips into hers.

#ahn yujin #ahn yujin x reader #izone ahn yujin #ive yujin #ive yujin x reader #g!p #gp!yujin #gp!yujin x reader #gp!idol #ive x reader #gxg #kpop #girl group #yujin x fem reader #g!p ahn yujin #yujin g!p #spiderman #black cat #harry osborn

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Can I just say I love how like, into revisiting and analysing this dumb show’s scenes you still are — with the rise in popularity of streaming (I’m sure this has something to do with it, anyway) it’s become more and more commonplace for people to consume a piece of media, enjoy it, get bored of it after a while and never touch it again after moving on to the next new thing. It’s so wholesome and refreshing to see people still be so passionate and always find something new to talk about a show that, for all many of us care, ended 8 years ago. I do move in and out of being obsessed and disinterested with the media I’ve enjoyed, but in a world where I’m constantly seeing people say “oh you’re a fan of [X]? But that’s old :/“ (mostly about something that finished like last year lol) your blog is a breath of fresh air :)

Well thank you 🥹

The thing is, I get it. I get why and how people move on to different fandoms so quickly, and I don't really think poorly of that or anything. It's been almost a decade and it's easy to fall out of love with something after so long. Hell, when you think about it, this fandom has outlived the lifespan of a lot of entire relationships people have had 🥴. People find new things to get excited over and the *gasp* feeling of finding this new /thing/ is always fun. So I do get it.

But for me, it's just not that way. It's not that simple. Not because I think I'm somehow special (maybe a lil deranged 😬), but rather that's just how I operate. Before Clexa the only other ship I ever really cared about was Willara from Buffy which I watched when I was a goddamn teenager lol (RIP to my fellow gays always falling for girls who get shot ✊😔). I just don't get attached much to characters and ships. Usually ai like them in passing, enjoy watching them, and then that's... it. Tibette from the L Word. Wayhaught. Brittana. I like them and I follow them, but there's no real desire to delve deeper beneath the surface.

And then something like Clexa comes around and just absolutely fucks me up. It hits me and connects with me in a way that I just can't shake. Watching the show isn't enough. Thinking about it isn't enough. I have to discuss it and dissect it and fill in the gaps that we didn't see, and read and (now) create more stories for them just to understand everything about them to a deeper degree.

So few characters really elicit that kind of connection, but Clexa do. Even for a lot of the people who have moved on, at one time they felt that connection. Clexa was a fuckin madhouse for years and I think the fact that even still to this day people keep discovering and rediscovering them and falling in love with them all over again speaks volumes about just how wonderful that relationship and those characters actually were.

Especially Lexa.

Now, I love Clarke. I make it known that thiiiisss is a Clarke Griffin apologist's blog. That feral little kitten has never done anything wrong in her life. Ever. Including all of the terrible things she's done, as well as the many, many things that were flat out wrong. She is still innocent. She is only a baby. A murderous, tormented, compassionate, complex babygirl. So never get it twisted that I'm saying Clarke is somehow lesser than, but when push comes to shove when we're talking about baseline complexity, there is no character like Lexa. There's just not.

This woman was definition of doomed by the narrative. A child stolen away to be used as a glorified sacrificial lamb for her people. A toddler wielding a sword made of wood taller than her own tiny body, trained to accept her own life as expendable for the greatest good of her people before even learning her ABCs. She took the throne at 12 bby slaughtering her only companions and made her death mask out of kohl and fallen tears. Every person she ever loved as a mother, father, brother, either died for her, or by her own hand. The only two people she ever dared to be weak for were torn from her in the name of politics and the weight of her own bloodied crown. Under all the regalia she was just Lexa. Heda, always surrounded by her people and yet eternally just a lonely soul. Born here on Earth, raised to eventually die for others, left to rule over the people on the ground as best she knew how.

And yet through the pain, she was strong. So fucking strong it emboldened the warriors around her. She was brave, and lethal, and unyielding in her pursuit of peace. Meeting every push against her forward march to change head on, never flinching in her own brutality along the way. She knew that she was born for this; believed the black of her blood to be every bit as much of a blessing as it was a curse. Even when people doubted her and did their best to end her reign, Lexa always came out swinging.

She loved hard and kicked ass even harder, is what I'm saying. And the fact that they took a character like that and ended her so fucking carelessly? I just... I'm gonna be pissed off about that for a very long time. And until I'm no longer pissed off about that, I'll be here running mouth about it 🥴 probably still trying to make it better by writing her and the love of her life in as many stories as I can, so they can finally get the happy ending that was robbed of them in canon 🫡

#bisexualseraphim #clexa #lexa kom trikru

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dufrau · 10 months

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how abt some ronance story recs 😫

I feel like Im gonna recommend the same things everybody recs already so i dont know if this will be super helpful if youve already read all these and also im gonna forget fics/authors that i sincerely and deeply love and i do not want to offend or hurt their feelings???

BUT ANYWAY

Anything by @eskawrites she is a wholeass library of ronance but these two are my favorites

screaming in the dark (i howl when we're apart) - one shot about what if they all played a game of werewolves and it was very sweet and emotionally revealing

this story that we found ourselves in - long multichapter celebrity fake dating AU. if you are into gay pining you will love this.

and then:

In Her Hips, There's Revolution by @monstrous-femme - long multichapter riot girl nancy wheeler processing her trauma in destructive ways but ultimately finding healing and community

That Girl is Like an Architect, And I am Just the New Invention by @ronanception - long multichapter comphet nancy wheeler processing her internalized homophobia and discovering late 80s gay culture and activism

make my menace into someone you'd adore by @lesbianlotties - long multichapter enemies to lovers about what if nancy worked at scoops ahoy instead of steve

oh girl, it's you that i lie with by @judasofsuburbia - smutty oneshot about what if they fucked with a strapon in the zombie apocalypse

Pas de Quatre by @freezeveganpolice - long multichap series rewrite focusing on Nancy and also ballet

And then a few that are in progress that I love:

Monster of the Week by freezeveganpolice - long multichapter x files au

like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird by monstrous-femme - long multichap nancy pov time travel/time loop something weird is going on with time situation? she ate a moth!

Robin Buckley's Expert Field Guide to Catching Fireflies (and Other Childhood Favourties) by @smileweakandwrong - this is the least angsty thing on this list it is a fluffy 5+1 where they flirt and catch fireflies and frogs and stuff and i love it

there are like a million more i love but like there are a ton of WIP longfics that just havent updated in a while so theyre not fresh in my mind and my subscriptions are a mess they are 90% clexa fics i dont remember. if i forgot you im sorry i guarantee i love your fics i am just flawed as a person 😭

#ronance #ronance fic rec #fic recs #if you read these you are legally required to leave nice comments on them #the anon who will just have to trust that i have good taste in fanfiction #asks

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hadtochangemyurlquick · 6 months

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it's really late but here's the fic recs for clextober!!!

Day 1: Spirit Week!

who are you wearing? by geralehane (@geralehane)

is your classic halloween soulmate au that, thanks to the quality of the writing, hits extremely hard everytime. for a simple concept i have layed awake at night thinking about it.

Day 2: Pumpkin Spice & Everything Nice

A Bit of Clarity by Aphrodites Law (@aphrodites-law)

is a sweet fall themed supernatural au that I'm sure we all know and love but is always worth giving a shout out. everyone begins to get visions of their past lives and it's a coffee shop au. If you like soulmates, read this asap.

Day 3: Annual Fall Festival

the river's deep (but I swam it) by isawet (@sunspill)

i love isawet's one shots and this collection of halloween prompt fills written in 2017 is some of my favorite that they've done. highly recommend to anyone who wants to stay in the halloween spirit. mostly modern aus and all absolutely perfectly bite sized while still remaining filling.

Day 4: Magical Nights

oh where do we begin? (the rubble or our sins) by the_crownless_queen

this is one of those lost in the clexa tag one shots that i always think gets overlooked. i always wished they would continue it, but even as a one shot it is so fantastic to think about and adore, and absolutely worth the read.

Day 5: The Other Side

breathe into my lips the life i do not have by ur_the_puppy (@ur-the-puppy)

ur_the_puppy's ability to put 40k words into one chapter and still have it be not only coherent but heart wrenching and gorgeous is unparalleled. this one follows clarke in a haunted house, falling in love with her roommate. would highly recommend if you need to cry and also feel joy but in the way zadie smith defines it.

Day 6: Vampires vs. Werewolves

bleeding love by geralehane (@geralehane)

you know, i try to avoid reccing the same author twice in a rec list, but i could not decide between these two, and i gave up. especially since i'm supposed to be doing a reading rn lol. i can't telly ou how many times ive read this goddamn story and lost my fucking mind. it wouldn't be possible, honestly. young vampire clarke and elder vampire lexa fall in love. trust me.

Day 7: Free Day

Shifters by DreamsAreMyWords (@dreamsaremywords)

damw is fairly (and rightfully) well known in the fandom for specifically their ability with craft in the fantastical genre. I like to pick less well known fics for my free day and i have to say, this one is entirely overlooked. i love a zombie apocalypse and this is a total twist on the genre. the line "birth is always violent" has stayed with me not as just a powerful line but as a mantra to remind myself that becoming will hurt but is worth it. would highly recommend you move it up your marked for later lists.

#Clextober23 #7DaysofClexa #clexa #the 100 #clarke griffin #lexa #commander princess #clexa fanfic #clexa fanfic recs #happy halloween ridiculously late lol #gus reads

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coneheda · 1 year

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Clexa combined 62 and 63 👀

62. “It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” 63. “Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.”

Lexa stares at the bed. The one bed. The only bed that occupies the room in the California Villa her boss rented for their office retreat. And it’s a lovely bed! In a luxurious room that she would ordinarily love to spend the night in. Except she has to spend the night with Clarke. Her coworker turned best friend who she may or may not have feelings for. And there’s only one bed. How did this even happen?

Clarke walks into the room looking far more composed than Lexa feels.

“So funny story, apparently everyone in the office assumed we were together and factored that into the number of bedrooms needed.” Clarke says, giving Lexa an easy ‘what can you do’ smile.

“Why would they assume that?” Lexa asks, her voice an octave higher than normal and she hopes her cheeks aren’t as red as they feel.

“Probably because we’re constantly around each other at work whether we have to be or not and we spend time together outside of it when most of the people we work with can’t stand each other.” Clarke shrugs. How is she being so nonchalant about this? Everyone they work with thinks they’re together and Clarke is acting like it’s not some earth shattering news that’s about to make Lexa’s head implode.

“So there aren’t any other rooms?” She asks even though she already knows the answer.

“Nope, but it’s not a big deal right? It’s only one night, we’ll just share the bed.” Clarke looks at her expectantly and Lexa can only nod in response. Right, no big deal. No deal whatsoever. “Alright, cool. I’m just going to shower real quick and then the bathrooms all yours okay?”

“Okay.” Lexa says, or thinks she says. She honestly can’t be sure because now all she can think about is Clarke in the other room. Naked. And in less than an hour she’s going to be laying next to her in bed and is expected to be able to sleep! She’ll have an aneurysm before she allows herself to sleep. She’s a notorious sleep cuddler with way too many pictures to prove it thanks to her sister. So no, she will have to stay awake tonight and drink as many shots of espresso as she can find in the morning. There is no way in hell she will let herself cuddle Clarke.

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Lexa can’t remember the last time she slept so well.

Wiping the hair out of her face she moves to stretch her arms only to find one of them pinned by a foreign weight.

Her eyes snap open as she remembers exactly where she is and exactly who she's with.

Fuck. She fell asleep!

She looks at Clarke who is thankfully still out cold and then can’t stop looking. Curled up on her side facing Lexa she looks so ethereal, even with her mouth parted and a soft snore escaping her lips. Lexas heart starts beating faster and she wants nothing more than to bask in this moment, but if she does she’ll end up doing something she’ll regret like give into the desire to kiss her coworker. Even if it’s just on the forehead! Instead she slowly extricates her arm and throws a pair of sweatpants on over her sleep shorts. She doubt any one else will be up at this hour and honestly fuck business casual.

Shutting the door as quietly as she can, she makes her way to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before sitting out on the terrace. She’s surprised to find someone else already there.

“Looks like I’m not the only early riser in the group.” Bill from billing greets with an easy smile.

“I was hoping to catch the sunrise.” Lexa lies taking a seat on one of the many gliders.

“You’re just in time then!” Bill says. They watch the colors change along the horizon and Lexa’s heart rate settles back to normal. That is, until Bill opens his mouth again. “Really can’t beat the view, I’m glad we were able to nab this one after our original booking fell through. Remind me to thank Clarke again. I don’t know what we would have done if you two hadn’t shared.”

What? Clarke knew beforehand they would be sharing a room? Clarke volunteered for them to share?

Lexa quickly excuses herself, making her way back to the bedroom she thought they had shared because of some fluke. Clarke is still sleeping, but Lexa is too confused and maybe a little too upset to care. She opens the black out blinds and starts packing the few things she took out of her overnight bag. If she’s louder than she needs to be? Oh well.

“Lexa? What..” Clarke’s raspy morning voice sends shivers down Lexa’s spine. “What are you doing?”

“Packing.” She says, refusing to look at Clarke even when there’s nothing left to pack.

“We have all day for that and it’s soo early, come back to bed.” Lexa’s shoulders tense when she hears the whine in Clarkes voice as she pats the mattress.

“I have to go.”

“Go? Why?” The sleep is replaced by confusion when Clarke asks.

“Because you set this up and I don’t know why.” Lexa says making her way to the door.

Clarke stumbles out of bed after her, barely managing to catch Lexa’s wrist before she leaves.

“Yes. You do.” Clarke says.

“No. I don’t” Lexa says trying to pull out of her grasp.

“Stop running from this. I know I’m not the only one who feels it.”

“The only one who feels what?” Lexa asks

“This thing between us!”

Lexa stares at her, mouth agape “Wha- you like me too?”

“Are you kidding me?” Clarke lets out an exasperated laugh “Lexa I’ve liked you since I met you. I asked you out that first week!”

“What?”

“And I thought you were just shy at first, but then nothing ever happened and you clam up any time I bring up your love life, but we talk every morning when we wake up and before we go to bed. We eat lunch together and dinner when we can. We basically go on dates but don’t call them that all the time. And I’ve caught you staring at my boobs more times than I can count.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Lexa asks, still processing everything Clarke just said. She thought she had been subtle in her glances but apparently not.

“I’ve been waiting for you to catch up! A girl can only put herself out there so many times before she gets a complex.” Clarke laughs.

“Wow.” Lexa blinks

“Yeah.”

“We don’t have to be back at work until Monday, want to rent a room somewhere for the rest of the weekend?” Lexa asks with a newfound sense of confidence

“Seriously?”

“It seems like I have a lot of time to make up for, so I hope you weren't planning on doing any sight seeing.”

#clexa #thanks for the ask!#hope you enjoy!

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Booasaur, I've finally burnt myself out with the Cruz x Aaliyah hotness. Fan fics are picking up, good to see. But I feel like we need some levity from the heavier themes from the show. Like one shots of Cruz and Aaliyah just dancing to a Whitney song or something. Karaoke? Cruz never had the chance to really just enjoy lighter things in life. The magic happens in these small moments. Aaliyah being a socialite, does she even know how to boil an egg :D

Aww, it's still so soon after the finale, where things were left in such an angsty place! I totally get if people want to explore that more, and even wanting to fix it requires first getting into the muck.

You know, I actually expected people to go for more AUs, partly because they ALREADY seem like the end result of someone taking a more mundane ship and trying out a tropey spy/target angsty messy smutty feelingsy kinda AU. So like, Glee fics got this kind of AU, Clexa got high school AUs, so here, you'd get to see these two falling in love without all the possible death around every corner.

Buuuut, even when it comes to that, angst is baked into their backgrounds? In the same way that even high school/college Clexa fics would have Clarke's dad be dead and Lexa an orphan, you can't get away from the circumstances that create the characters, and what created them being what now draws them together. Cruz is still gonna be tough, Aaliyah's still gonna be trapped, both still so lonely.

To go back to your point, though, for sure, the lighter one shots have their place! Not just Aaliyah learning how to boil an egg, Cruz could teach her how to drive, as the show mentioned, or perhaps self defense, given her fears of being kidnapped and of course all the other benefits. It's actually just another tragedy in a whole list that it's so difficult to imagine a scenario where they're light-heartedly enjoying themselves, when that's actually a big part of their relationship, just chatting and joking around on the beach, for example, or watching movies during the sleepover.

I have confidence that we'll see more like that, though! People just gotta work out their feelings first. :o

#replies #femslash related stuff #Anonymous #sent on 20230914 #5 #special ops: lioness #special ops lioness #aaliyah x cruz

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kpforpresident · 2 years

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aka the plant /flower shop clexa au. Making it its own little post since it's gonna be a mini tumblr series. :)

Chapter 1/ the meeting

The door chimed, a cheery little note that pulled Lexa out from where she was intently reading, chin propped up in her palms. She sat up from her slouch, absentmindedly reaching out a thoughtful hand to reach for a rapidly-cooling cup of coffee as her eyes scanned the page, flicking over the words she had read dozens of times before. Lexa took a sip as she sat up straighter, pasting on her megawatt customer service smile as the shoes got closer, eyes still glued to her page.

Lexa’s finger pressed into the ink of her current line that her eyes were currently following as she raised her voice to be heard over the influx of noise that rushed into the shop with the door now opened- taxis honking, vendors selling their wares, the hustle of the city pouring into her cozy little shop in the downtown core of Polis–

“Be with you in a moment,” Lexa called into dim of the shop front, finishing her page and sliding in the crumpled hardware shop receipt that was currently serving as her bookmark.

Shutting the worn red cover and pushing into the side of the desk, Lexa turned her face up expectantly, expecting to see the usual harried boyfriend rushing for a bouquet or dutiful partner coming in to buy flowers for their beloved. Instead, she was met with the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever met, and a sweet dimple placed slightly off kilter in a beautiful chin. The owner of these two wonderful features looked down on her amusedly, a slight smile touching her face as she slid a black knit cap off of golden hair into a wool coat pocket.

“Not interrupting, am I?” the girl spoke, a wonderfully raspy voice emerging from a pair of rosebud lips as she carefully made her way through the various buckets of water that were on the shop floor, all filled to bursting with colorful sprays of flowers in every shape and size.

Lexa floundered slightly as she shot off of her stool, the worn wooden seat creaking in betrayal as it nearly tipped over with the force of her velocity. Blushing furiously, Lexa scrabbles to find some semblance of cool in front of this beautiful woman.

“No, it’s all great, all good-” she manages to squeak out about two octaves higher than her normal register, blushing furiously as she tries to awkwardly clear her throat. The blonde quirks an amused eyebrow as she plants a hand on the worn wooden counter, looking around interestedly as Lexa silently berates herself for being the poster child of a Worthless Lesbian that Anya always teases her about.

“I’m Lexa, I own this shop- how can I help you today…” Lexa trails off as she flicks her eyes meaningfully to the blue ones that sparkle in front of her, hoping she’s not being too blindingly obvious in how badly she’d like to know this woman’s name.

“Clarke,” the goddess supplies, flashing a bright smile at Lexa as she drops her arms back to her sides after running a thoughtful fingers across a nearby blushing rose.

“Clarke,” Lexa says again, enjoying how Clarke’s eyes crinkle when she smiles. She leans a hip against the counter, enjoying the sweet honeysuckle perfume that floats through the air when Clarke moves.

“Lexa,” Clarke echoes as she leans onto the counter again, a sheet of wavy blonde hair spilling from behind her ear as her head tilts. “I have a favor to ask, I’m afraid.” Clarke fishes a hand in her pocket as she speaks, pulling her phone out as she stares at Lexa expectantly.

“Anything,” Lexa breathes seriously, fighting back another blush as another grin steals across Clarke’s pink cheeks. Fighting the urge to go slam her head into the workroom’s wall, Lexa rallies as she bends over the counter to peek at the glass phone screen Clarke is brandishing expectantly at her.

Her eyebrows draw together confusedly as she focuses on the small screen in front of her, tilting her head to avoid the glare that’s shining off the fluorescent glare of the shop lights.

“It’s a Thai Constellation Monstera, and a beautiful one,” Lexa says appreciatively as she hands the phone back, marveling at the large, white-flecked variegated plant that takes up the entirety of the phone screen, potted in a beautiful terracotta pot. “That probably cost an arm and a leg.”

“Yes, that’s the problem,” Clarke grumbles as she stows her phone away again, expression akin to a flaxen-haired thundercloud. Lexa quirks an eye amusedly as she moves from the other side of the counter, bending to straighten a blush rose arrangement before moving to grab some greenery arrangements she needs for a wedding bouquet she’s making for a client this week.

Clarke blows a strand of hair out of her face as she follows Lexa around the shop, watching as Lexa collects fine clusters of white baby’s breath, swatches of Eucalyptus, and piles of shiny green leaves before heading back to the counter and dumping her spoils on the weathered surface. She snips a few lengths of twine as she methodically begins to sort through the pile to start the centerpieces, waiting patiently for Clarke to finish her thought.

Clarke picks up a strand of twine and begins toying with it as she speaks, watching Lexa work.

“My gallery owner gave it to me as a congratulations project for landing a huge gallery spotlight and increasing my clientele, but I didn’t know how to tell him I can barely keep myself alive, let alone a plant that costs more than a month’s groceries,” Clarke mutters, raking an aggravated hand through her hair as she moves her gaze up to fix Lexa with a pleading look. Lexa hides a smile as she meets Clarke’s gaze, neatly tying off another flower bundle with a flourish.

“Ok, and,” Lexa prompts, at a loss. Judging by Clarke’s reaction, she thought it wise to not tell her that the particular plant she had probably cost two month’s worth of groceries. “Would you like some tips, ownership tricks?”

“Yes, please,” Clarke breathed, relief smoothing out her crumbled brow. “That would be fantastic.”

She and Lexa beam at each other for a moment as Clarke jams her hat back on her head, taking a hasty glance at her watch before moving towards the door.

“I have a curator appointment in fifteen minutes, otherwise I’d love to stay,” Clarke says regretfully, one hand hovering on the door handle. “Can I drop by tomorrow to give you my address, and we can set up a date?”

It’s Lexa’s turn to look confused as she gapes at Clarke for a moment. Did she say a date?

“Your address…?” Lexa asks confusedly, reaching for her stool as she takes a hesitant seat.

“Yeah,” Clarke says hesitantly as she takes a step back into the shop, the door closing, a gush of late-autumn air swirling through the air as it does. Lexa shivers slightly, pulling her sweater sleeves over her hands. “I was hoping you could….come over? And look at the plant, and walk me through what to do and what special plant things to buy? I have only successfully kept like two cacti alive before this, and that’s only because my best friend tells me they thrive on neglect.”

Clarke twists her hands in front of her as she trails off, still looking hopefully at Lexa with those huge doe eyes. Lexa snaps her mouth shut as she nods once, still scrambling for words.

“I- yeah, sure,” Lexa manages to choke out, slamming her mouth shut before she says something dopey like “please can I take you on a date, you’re gorgeous and I want to worship the ground you walk on, even if you are a self-professed plant killer.”

A smile breaks across Clarke’s face, sunshine after a heavy rainstorm. She prompts the door open again with a foot, looking apologetically across the store as Lexa shivers again.

“It’s a date,” Clarke says with a wink, stepping so that only a slender hand props open the door. “I’ll drop off my address and number tomorrow and we can set something up. Do you have any allergies, by the way?”

“Yeah, sounds good, no allergies,” Lexa parrots back before she processes what Clarke said, the door rattling shut as Clarke walks off down the sidewalk with a smile on her face. Wait, what? Lexa vaults over the counter, barely clearing the flowers before she hits the ground running. She throws open the door, poking her head out and looking frantically in each direction before spotting a black beanie a few meters away.

“Wait, CLARKE!” Lexa yells down the sidewalk, giving a frantic smile to the woman who dodges her with a thin lipped grimace. Lexa is hanging out of her shop’s doorway like she’s flagging down a plane, garnering more than a few weird looks as she does so. Clarke turns and walks back a few steps towards Lexa, raising her eyebrows in the universal “yes, and,” gesture.

“Sorry, I know you’re late, but, allergies?” Lexa manages to splutter out. She’s never been as thrown off by someone she just met, and that’s saying something as her brother is dating Octavia, the human version of the energizer bunny.

“Yeah, allergies,” Clarke laughs as she pulls gloves out of her pocket and puts them on as she talks, the nip of the afternoon biting pink onto her cute sloped nose. ‘“I can’t let good looking girls fix my plant problems without wining and dining them, now can I? As long as that’s ok?” Clarke looks slightly concerned as she finishes her sentence, clearly nervous that she’s overstepped.

“Yeah,” Lexa breathes as an involuntary smile cracks her face. “That’d be great- I’d love to.”

Clarke ducks her head a little, a blush stealing across her cheeks before she makes eye contact with Lexa again.

“It’s a date, then.”

Lexa watches for a minute as Clarke breaks into a sprint down the street, giving a little wave as she heads off, clearly almost late to her meeting. Smiling to herself, Lexa turns to head back into the shop, a little extra bounce in her step.

If the next few customers get extra roses in their bouquets, they’re certainly not complaining.

#clexa #clarke x lexa #the flower shop au #chapter 1

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