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virescent-v · 9 months

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Hiii. I hope you have a good day!! I'd like to ask 2,4,6,140 from the smut promt list. 😶

Two Emily fics in a week? I'm very proud of myself. :))) Also sorry this one also took like two-three weeks to do...

Office Hours

Summary: It's Emily Prentiss smut, ya'll. If you've read my stuff before, you know what to expect lol. Grey haired mommy Emily can do whatever she wants to me

Word count: 2k+

Prompts:

“just a little harder”

“no panties?”

“use your tongue”

“i can’t believe how wet you are already”

Have a great weekend everyone ;)

There was something so entrancing about watching Emily interrogate a suspect, something that I tried to never witness because it turned me on every single time. However, this time was unavoidable as the rest of the team was out of the office chasing down other leads, of which we had few of.

I let Emily handle the perp, her experience gave her a leg up that the unsub wasn’t expecting. She was no-nonsense, intense, and fierce. She didn’t back down or give the unsub an inch. Even with her tactical questioning, she still wasn’t getting much, and she eventually decided it was best to let him sweat in the box for a bit.

Following her out of the room, she led me back to her office wanting a few minutes to debrief and go over what we knew. But the second the door was closed behind us, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I reached out and pulled her around to face me, a questioning look in her eyes before she registered what was happening.

Emily’s smile widened. “You okay there, baby?”

Oh, she definitely knew what I was feeling. Damn behavioral analyst. I licked my lips, my eyes dragging up her body. “You know I feel about watching you in the box, Em.”

She chuckled, pulling me closer to her, wrapping her arms low and loose around my hips. “I know. I wouldn’t have taken you in there if I didn’t need the backup.” She pulled me in for a small, yet sensual kiss. She didn’t do work sex, an unfortunate thing for me with how turned on I am. She tried valiantly to keep it professional, a few quick kisses hidden behind doors, a hand on my shoulder in passing. We’ve been dating for over a year and I haven’t gotten her to change her mind. Yet.

She broke away from me, walking back around to her desk, settling into the chair. I pouted a little before following her. As I approached her, I turned her office chair around and sank down to my knees, glancing up at her from my position on the floor, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs.

She smirked down at me, pushing some of my hair behind my ear, trailing a thumb across my bottom lip. “Hm, you really are worked up, aren’t you baby?”

“Mhm,” I moaned, taking a quick swipe at her finger with my tongue. “I want you, Em,” I whispered, making direct eye contact with her. I could see her pupils darken, her nostrils flared a little. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. “Please? I promise I’ll be quick.”

She chuckled, contemplating. She glanced at the clock on the wall, obviously trying to calculate when she thought the rest of the team would be back. “Fine, if you’re quick. If we get caught, I’ll edge you for a month,” her voice sounding firm. “Pants and underwear down, bend over my desk.”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t question her because I knew she was being serious. I’m surprised she’s even letting me do this, but obviously she’s just as worked up as I am. I stood up quickly, undressing myself from the waist down, gasping as the cold air of her office brushed against my heated core.

“Mmm, look at you. I can’t believe how wet you are already. Absolutely dripping for me.” Emily used both hands to push my legs further apart. My breath started to come faster eagerly anticipating her next move. She used one hand to trail through my wetness, coating her fingers in my juices.

I tried to look behind me as she removed her hand, my face pushed against her desk. I caught just a glimpse of her tasting me from her fingers, her eyes closed as she licked each one clean.

“You taste so good, baby. You ready for me?”

I nodded vigorously, “Yes, Em, please.”

Her hand snuck back between my legs, gathering more of my wetness before she slowly eased one finger inside of me. I couldn’t contain the small moan at finally having her inside of me, even though I knew I was going to need more from her.

“You have to be quiet or I’ll stop. We can’t have the whole office knowing you’re a desperate, needy whore for me.”

I closed my eyes at the onslaught of arousal that shot through me. Something about Emily’s filthy language always racketed my excitement up tenfold.

Her thrusts started getting a little harder, faster, her finger twisting inside of me, touching every inch of me that she could.

“More, Em, I need more of your fingers inside me,” I hoarsely whispered. I was normally very vocal and it was taking a lot out of me to make sure I was quiet.

She laughed lightly, “My needy girl,” she said, easing another finger into me.

The stretch of her fingers felt so good and I could feel myself dripping more, my cunt pulsating around them as if trying to get her to go deeper.

Emily was great at reading me and my body and started fucking me with vigor. She was thrusting into me with the perfect amount of speed, force, and depth, making sure to push down on each thrust in and push up on each pull out.

I was biting my lip hard to stop from moaning out loud, my knuckles turning white from their grip on the desk. “Just a little harder, Em, baby, please,” I moaned loudly, thrusting back onto her fingers, unable to control myself.

Emily shot out of her chair, grabbing a handful of my hair in her other hand, pulling my head back as her thrusts got considerably harder. “Moan like that again, baby girl, and I’ll leave you wet, aching, and wanting.”

My moan in response stuttered in my throat as Emily’s hand traveled around my neck, choking me enough that I could feel the wave of euphoria wash over me, pushing me closer to cumming.

“I said be quiet, baby. But since you can’t seem to help yourself, I guess I’ll have to do it,” she said, shoving two of her fingers in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around them, grateful to have something to help me stay quiet.

Emily’s thrusts seemed to pick up even more speed, pushing deeper into my warm, wet cunt. “Rub your clit, love.”

I trailed a hand down, rubbing tight, little circles against my swollen nub. I could feel the pressure building in my lower stomach. I was so close. I tried to rub myself in time with Emily’s strokes inside of me, but her pace was hard to keep up with. I just needed a little bit more and I was going to tumble over the edge.

“Come on, baby. Cum all over my fingers. Be mommy’s good girl and cum for me.”

That was all I needed.

Emily pulled her fingers out of my mouth, clamping her hand across my lips as I screamed, my cunt clamping down on her fingers, gushing my juices down her wrist.

Emily continued to thrust into me, her pace slowing as my orgasm washed over me. As I finished, she gently pulled out of me, cooing at my whine.

She pulled my upper body up and back against her, wrapping her arms around my waist to hold me up. Her hands rubbed slow, soft circles against my lower abdomen as her mouth found its way to my neck, peppering tender kisses there.

As I caught my breath, I turned in her arms, tucking some of her graying hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful and I was so lucky to be with someone who made me feel like she does. She smiled at me, all of the emotions she was feeling shining in her eyes. She kissed me quickly before reaching down and helping to pull up my underwear and pants.

As she got me settled, I was starting to feel my arousal skyrocket again. I pushed her gently back into her chair, settling on the floor in front of her once more.

I reached up, running my hands over her burnt orange blouse, feeling her breath catch, tracing them down to the button on her slacks. I started undoing her pants, dragging them down just enough to have access to her. “Em, no panties?” I asked incredulously, licking my lips at the smell of her. She just smirked at me in return, lifting her hips to help me get her pants down.

I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing them apart. I went to use my hands to spread her further, but her hand on my jaw stopped me cold.

“Use your tongue, baby girl.”

I trailed kisses up her thigh, biting at the inside of it, making sure to leave a mark. She was mine and I needed her to know that, and wanted to see the evidence of me on her.

Just as I was about to wrap my tongue around her clit, a knock resonated through her office from the door.

Emily hurriedly pushed me under her desk, scooting her chair up as close as she could to it to conceal the fact that her pants were down around her ankles.

“Come in,” she yelled, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat as Derek pushed through the door.

“Hey, we got a new lead while we were out. We’ve been thinking about this all wrong, I think. We’re ready to debrief you in the conference room.”

“I’ll be right there. I just need to finish this up really quick,” she said, holding up a random sheet of paper.

I decided enough time had gone by, my need for her desperate. I trailed slow kisses up her thigh, licking a broad stroke up her lower lips, finally getting a taste of her. Emily’s legs immediately tried to close around my head, a hand sneaking under her desk to hold my head back.

“You okay, Prentiss?” I could hear Derek ask.

Emily nervously chuckled. “Yeah, uh, yeah. I think lunch just didn’t sit well with me. I’ll be right out.” From my position, I could still barely brush my tongue over her clit, and it made her hips jump. “Make sure everyone is ready when I get there.”

“Got it,” he said, exiting the office and closing the door behind him.

Once the latch closed, Emily pulled back a little from her desk, dragging me out from under it. “You better make me cum quick,” she said, forcing my head back between her legs. “I’ll punish you for this later.”

I moaned into her pussy, the vibration causing Emily to sink further in the chair and grind her hips into my face.

I switched from broad strokes to using the tip of my tongue to flutter against her, building her up closer and closer to the edge. I wrapped my tongue around her straining clit, sucking at the pressure I knew Emily liked, moaning again as I could feel her legs start to shake around me.

“Shit,” Emily cursed above me, throwing her head back against her chair.

I moved a hand between her thighs, drawing circles around her opening before easing a finger inside, immediately finding the spot inside of her that makes her go crazy and curling my finger against it.

It only took a few well timed thrusts of my finger and curls of my tongue around her clit to have her hand tightening in my hair as she shuddered around me, her juices flowing down my hand as she came.

I used my tongue to clean her up as best as I could, wiping my hand across my mouth to wipe away any evidence of what we’d been doing.

I helped her get dressed, kissing her lightly before walking towards the door. “Let's go, boss. We’ve got a debrief to be a part of.”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your punishment, baby girl.”

I smirked at her over my shoulder as I opened the door. “I wouldn’t dream of it, ma’am.”

#virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfiction #wrote this one in first person to try something different! how do we feel about it??#emily prentiss x you #no use of y/n #emily prentiss x reader #im sorry but this outfit????? her hair???? im obsessed #the prompts actually help me write so send me more stuff!#i also want to try and write a series but i definitely need ideas lol

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cyberneticnightmares · 4 months

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okay listen.

i like to think that william inherited the purple car from his old man. you know how it was back in the 70s. cars lasted and often got passed down from father to son (SYMBOLISM). he hated the damn thing, but it's what first caught henry's attention one day while on campus. henry drove a much newer car.

while william went to college solely on scholarships courtesy of his smarts and obscenely high GPA, henry's parents footed their son's bill because they could afford it.

"how can a couple of hippies afford to send their kid to school for art?"

"double majoring, actually. dipping my toes into business too."

william hates him for it. it's just so unfair that henry can afford to dress nice but doesn't, because he much rather walk around in comfortable overalls covered in paint. he hates him even more when henry discovers a passion for computers and makes the jump to engineering, almost as a way to compliment william's knack for robotics. william hates him because no, why would you do that, you have no idea what i would've give to be allowed to simply do performance arts. he took after his mom, after all. would've been a professional dancer if his dad had allowed it.

but then one day, because they totally hate each other or whatever, and because their final round of finals before graduation are coming up, henry proposes they skip town. they already got all the technical know-how they needed. who needs a flimsy piece of paper to tell them what they achieved over the past four years?

william takes some convincing. there's a bunch of expectations on his shoulders now. fancy degree, a good paying job, a girl to bring home and follow in his father's wretched footsteps. he can't just... drop it all and run for the hills with his not-friend, right? the not-friend who's always covering his meals and getting him nice flamboyant jackets every birthday and christmas (most of them handmade, of course, really high quality stuff).

henry tells him it's better to ask for forgiveness than to ask permission. "just give it a try, man. imagine if we do get successful. imagine we make it." but what convinces william is the fervor with which henry speaks, the way he looks at him, as if it's just them against the world and they're winning the lottery and nothing could ever go wrong so long as they're side by side.

william abandons his father's car in a lot the following week, hitching a ride out west on henry's fancy car. it's a convertible, by the way. cherry red. some of the best memories william has, after it all goes to shit, is of henry lowering the hood in the middle of the night along a long stretch of dusty, deserted highway. a bug flies into his mouth at some point because he was too busy singing along to the 8-track, but the way henry laughed at his sputtering made it all worth it.

he keeps a polaroid from that roadtrip safe in his pocket, even after everything is said and done.

#willry #my last hurrah of 2023 and it was spent writing these two because why wouldn't my year end like this.#william afton #henry emily #helliam #miller writes #this basically takes place in the same universe as Deep Blue.#i should start keeping track of AU stuff i guess

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maihonhassan · 1 month

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"I am half afraid to hope for what i long for."

- Emily Dickinson, Letters

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the-stress-express · 17 days

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Attention Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction Enjoyers!!

I have a snack for y’all!!

I’m in the process of writing the first chapter of my new Hazbin fic and I wanted to give you, my Lovelies, a sneak peek of the dialogue. (Although, it looks more like a script at the moment). Eh, whatevs.

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It’s going to be mostly centred around Lucifer, Michael, Sera, and Emily (although, other Hazbin characters, both canon and non-canon, will be in it as well).

For example, I will be including God in this fic. And I will say right now that my characterization and representation of God is NOT meant to be taken as religiously accurate or anything like that. You don’t have to like it, but I do ask that you please remain respectful in voicing your opinions.

Anyway…

Once I have most of it (or at least a few chapters) finished, I will be posting it on Archive Of Our Own (Ao3). I may also post it here for those who don’t use Ao3.

But without further ado, you can find my sneak peak under the cut. It’s a bit long but I hope you guys like it.

Enjoy, Lovelies!

START OF PEEK

Sera: Come now, Michael, pick up the pace. We mustn’t be late.

Michael: *Groans and yawns* Sera, where are we going again? Why are we going anywhere so EARLY? Heaven’s not even awake yet.

Sera: *Sighs quietly* I told you five minutes ago, Michael. This is the third time you’ve asked me now. *slighty raises an eyebrow with a frown*

Michael: Oh… right. *Looks down at the ground, looking a bit crestfallen*

*Sera turns back away from Michael as they continue walking, seemingly oblivious to his saddened state.*

Sera: Michael, this behaviour cannot continue. You must improve your listening. As Father’s Angel of Justice, one of His most important angels, someday you will be part of the Heavenly Council, the ones who are responsible for keeping Heaven safe and balanced. So, you need to take your role seriously. You should know that by now.

Michael: *frowns and stops walking, feeling embarrassed* I was listening. I just… kept forgetting. I’m sorry. *tears form in his eyes as he fiddles with his sleeves* I-I do take my role seriously, Sera. I r-really do.

*Sera’s eyes widen as she realizes what she said to him. She had forgotten how sensitive he could be when it came to criticism and how much he often took things to heart. How could she be so blunt? Yes, he would need to learn to take criticism, but was still just a young child.*

*But most of all, how could she forget? She knows what Michael is like. Other than God, she’s been the one mostly raising him.*

*A couple tears begin to trail down Michael’s cheeks as he looks to the ground in shame. A frown washes over Sera’s face as she kneels down in front of Michael.*

*She sure feels guilty now. She made him cry. How dare she.*

Sera: Oh, Michael. Please don’t cry.

*She cups his face in her hands and wipes away his tears with her thumbs.*

Sera: Shh, it’s okay, honey. It’s okay. I’m sorry for getting upset at you. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I just want you to be prepared to help govern Heaven in the future.

Michael: *sniffles* I know…

Sera: *Sighs* But even so, that is no excuse for accusing you of not listening and being careless on purpose.

Michael: *sighs and sniffles as he looks at the ground* I try act mature like you and the other angels. I try to listen when you all tell me things. I want to listen, but… I’m just too stupid.

Sera: *Gasps quietly* Oh… no, Michael… Michael look at me. Please. *He looks at her* Don’t say or even think anything like that ever again. That train of thought stops this instant. You are not stupid. You are smart, determined, and caring.

*Sera sighs slightly shamefully and closes her eyes*

Sera: You are also quite mature for your age, and I sometimes forget how young you are. That as much as you’ve grown, you are still a young fledgling.

Michael: *eyes widened* You forget things, too?

*Sera opens her eyes again and looks at Michael with a small, reassuring smile.*

Sera: Of course. Angels are some of Father’s greatest creations… but even we are not flawless. As much as we may try to avoid it, we will make mistakes. That’s just how it is. However, what’s important is being able to admit to our mistakes and to do our best to fix them. That is true divinity.

*Sera takes Michael’s hands in hers.*

Sera: So, again, I’m sorry for what I said and for getting upset. It was not your fault and it was not kind or fair of me to be hard on you and make you feel less than. You’re a child. You deserve to be treated with patience and dignity and shouldn’t be expected to behave as if you were an adult.

*A smile quickly spreads across Michael’s face as he finishes drying his face with his sleeve.*

Michael: That’s okay, Sera. I forgive you. *Jumps into Sera’s arms for a hug*

Sera: *smiles* Thank you, Michael.

*Sera hugs him back.*

Michael: Thanks, too. I’ll do my best to make Heaven proud.

Sera: You’re welcome, my little angel. I know you will bring honour to us all.

*More hug I guess lmao*

Michael: I love you, Sera.

Sera: I love you too, Michael. *breaks the hug with a smile and strokes his cheek lovingly before standing up* Now, come along. Father is waiting for us.

*Sera holds out her hand, offering it for Michael to take, which he quickly does. Realization then dawns on his face as his wings flap excitedly a couple times.*

Michael: Oh, yeah, that’s where we’re going. Father wants to show us something, right?

*Sera looks down at Michael with an endearing smile and nods.*

Sera: That’s right.

END OF PEEK

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heda-in-the-clouds · 11 months

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Hold me close, sway me more

Modern au where Clarke and Lexa meet in a club

Read below for my unedited ficlet I wrote after watching Emily, Alycia's character in Saint X, dancing in the club

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Anya convinced her nerdy roommate Lexa that she needed to loosen up and have fun socializing with other people at least once in college instead of staying home alone and watching her nature documentaries on a Friday night. She persuaded Lexa to go out dancing with her at the club close to campus

Lexa begrudgingly agreed on the condition that Anya would bring her home if she wasn't having fun after one hour. Before Lexa could change her mind, Anya immediately dragged her from the couch and pushed her out the door. Lexa wasn't even given the chance to change her clothes. She was still wearing her sweats and an old national park shirt in contrast to Anya who wore a black bodycon dress and heels

As soon as they entered the club, Lexa's eyes and ears were assaulted by the bright strobe lights and loud music blaring from the speakers. It was intense and awkward for Lexa who immediately felt out of her element. Before she could take a moment to compose herself, Anya pulled her to the bar and ordered them a round of shots.

Lexa had never been a fan of drinking so she eyed the clear liquid apprehensively. Anya encouraged Lexa to stop thinking and just drink claiming she needed some liquid courage in order to loosen up.

The roommates toasted their glasses and downed their first shot. Lexa grimaced as the vodka burned her throat. She was still coughing when Anya handed her the next shot and gestured "Bottoms up." She glared at her roommate as she downed her second shot.

Shortly afterwards, Lexa suddenly felt relaxed and giddy. She even sensed her inhibitions disappearing and replaced with a carefree attitude. She basked as a euphoric buzz flowed through her head. Anya was right. She actually felt more confident in herself

She's snapped out of her stupor by Anya waving her hand in front of her. She told her that it was time for her to show off her dance moves. She then dragged Lexa and led them to the center of the dancefloor.

At first, Lexa felt awkward as she stood still while the throes of bodies moved all around her. She felt self conscious since she didn't know how to dance. Sensing Lexa's discomfort, Anya gestured to copy her moves so Lexa watched her roommate moving freely to the beat.

Lexa played off her energy and movements. She tentatively bounced her body and swung her arms to match the song's beat. Her feet shuffled to coordinate her shaky movements. It felt unnatural to Lexa, so she looked to Anya for approval. Anya nodded and told her she looked good. Anya added that she needed to get out of her head and just feel the music

Lexa's confidence grew after Anya's reassurance and went with her advice. She stopped thinking about how to move and just focused on feeling the music guiding her movements. She was surprised by how easily she could dance when she let the beats flow through her body. Soon, Lexa was jumping and waving her hands in the air. Her feet glided across the floor to match the song's tempo. She even rocked her hips back and forth as she bobbed her head to the beat.

Lexa was having the time of her life in the club. She didn't care that she was surrounded by sweaty bodies or if her dance moves looked awkward. She swore that she never felt this free and relaxed in her life before. It was a feeling that Lexa did not want to let go so she closed her eyes and just danced

From across the dancefloor, Clarke watched Lexa. She was drawn to this girl who looked so out of place in the club. For one, she's wore sweats, a simple t-shirt, and sneakers instead of a slutty dress and heels like everyone else. Second, her dance moves were simply put, terrible and uncoordinated. However, she looked so cute that Clarke could not resist approaching her hoping to score a dance

When Lexa opened her eyes, she didn't see Anya in front of her. Instead, she was suddenly face to face with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She instinctively looked away feeling embarrassed staring so openly at a stranger. Lexa had never been approached by anyone in her life before let alone someone as beautiful as this blonde bombshell in front of her.

However when she looked back, those same blue eyes were still on her. This time, they were accompanied by a sultry smile. She was saying something but Lexa could barely hear her over the loud music blasting from the speakers. Resorting to reading the blonde's soft lips, she caught the ask "wanna dance?"

Lexa felt a strong rush of confidence flowing through her that this goddess wanted to dance with her. She pulled the blonde closer and guided her hands over her ass to take the lead. The blonde surprised Lexa and tugged her even closer until their bodies were flush. She then possessively guided Lexa's body so they were rocking and swaying with the beat.

Lexa had never been held like this by anyone else before. She loved the pressure and warmth of another person on her. It made her feel desired. She felt her core heating up the longer they danced together. She looked up and found her partner's blue eyes have darkened. Lexa clearly wasn't the only one feeling the same

Fueled by her lust, Lexa turned around, pressed her ass backwards into the blonde, and grinded across her crotch. She grabbed the blonde's hands and encouraged her to feel her body over her clothes. She begged the blonde to ravish her neck with kisses. Lexa was moaning as the blonde explored and played with her body

Clarke was shocked by this girl's confidence and didn't expect her nerd to transform into a vixen in front of her. She felt apprehensive about feeling this girl until she guided Clarke's hands to roam across her body. With her consent, Clarke could not stop her exploration of her lithe body. She squeezed the girl's breasts and pinched her hardened peaks over her shirt. She left open mouthed kisses along her shoulder and neck. She dug her hands into the girl's hips and pushed her ass against her front to alleviate the throbbing in her core.

Clarke knew she had to take this girl back home. Before she could whisper the words "Wanna get out of here?", the girl was suddenly pulled out of her hold by a furious looking woman. Clarke recognized the woman as Anya and cursed.

Seeing Lexa happily dancing, Anya felt confident enough to give her some space to enjoy herself. She rarely saw Lexa looking so carefree and relaxed. It was a good look on her. Plus, Anya felt the soothing buzz of their shots starting to wear off so she headed to the bar for another round.

When she returned, she seethed at Lexa's new dance partner. It was Clarke Griffin, known player who left a trail of broken hearts behind her each week. She felt a wave of protectiveness wash over her for Lexa. She did not want to see Lexa become another notch on Griffin's bedpost. She marched over to end their time together before things could escalate any further

As Lexa danced with her blonde, she craved more. The kisses, hands, and warmth across her body wasn't enough. Lexa wanted to be fully enveloped and surrounded by her. She wanted to transcend to a new level of euphoria, one that she hasn't experienced yet. Lexa wanted to sleep with her.

Before Lexa could beg the blonde to take her home, she yelped when she was suddenly yanked out of the warm comfort of the blonde's embrace. It was Anya telling Lexa they needed to leave now. It was an emergency.

Lexa quickly looked back at the blonde hoping to apologize for her abrupt exit. She saw a somber look on her face. Lexa shouted out, "I'm Lexa. I hope we can dance again" before she disappeared out of sight.

Clarke was left alone on the dancefloor as she watched Anya take Lexa away from her. Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to see let alone dance with Lexa again with Anya in the picture. She knew her history as a player since she broke Niylah's heart, one of Anya's closest friends

Once they were out of the club, Lexa smacked Anya's hand away and demanded to know why they were leaving so soon. She was having a good time dancing with someone.

Anya told Lexa she did this for her own good. She told Lexa about Clarke Griffin's notoriety on campus as a player. She did not want to see Lexa's heart get broken. She deserved better than becoming another one of Griffin's conquests

"Promise me you won't see Griffin again. She's bad for you Lexa." Anya pleaded.

"Yes, yes. Fine, I promise. I won't see her again." Lexa grumbled

However when Lexa dreamed that night, she danced with the girl with golden locks and ocean eyes

#hope you guys like it #should i continue?#i remember clarke went dancing in season 6 and the clips fit perfectly with Emily's scenes #clexa #clexa au #rory's stuff #my writing #rory's fic #club au #clexa club au

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