#letter opened

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Clarke: What's the difference between you and a mosquito?

Lexa: Um what?

Clarke: You don't stop sucking when I spank you

If anything, Lexa sucks harder 😏

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger

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So when do werewolf Clarke and Lexa become intimately closer with each other 👀 also can we assume wanheda's dagger 🗡️

They just met and ya'll are already wondering when they fuck!!!!! 😂 there's a baby toddler in a very tiny house, it is not gonna be an easy task find the time and place to consummate the relationship that is for sure!

I'm thinking Clarke has a pack of some sort that she does return to often, sometimes telling Lexa she'll be back in a few days and asking her not to leave the clearing and not let the baby play outside alone as the woods can be dangerous. She just doesn't tell her the danger is her own pack that is not too fond of humans. Later on, Clarke will share with Octavia and Raven about her human little secrets, and they might babysit the little baby while Lexa and Clarke get even more acquainted with each other 🤭

😌 you sure can!

#letter opened #the werewolf the human and the baby au #wanheda's dagger #im thinking the conception of Lexa's baby was not particularly consensual #so she hid the pregnancy and her baby #she was always pretty self isolated anyways so it was easy #up until someone saw the baby and they decided to accuse her of being a witch for producing a baby out of nowhere #Lexa would be pretty standoffish because of that and her protectiveness over the baby #and Clarke just wants to help!!! but the human has more bite than her apperantely 🤣

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Im imagining Lexa traveling through the woods with her small toddling child. She is vaguely aware of something large moving in the distance. The longer they walk, the closer it gets… Eventually the large blond wolf reveals itself. Stalking towards them, snarling… Lexa stops, scared. But this tiny adorable child runs straight for werewolf Clarke. Hugging her giant face. Werewolf Clarke lays down and just immediately starts licking little bbs face. Lexa just standing there in awe.

Anywho’s. Thats my cuteness thought of the day😂

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I am going to SCREAM, oh my fucking god this is so cute!!!!!!!!

Accused of being a witch in her hometown Lexa is forced to flee with her small baby in her arms. She barely had anything in her bag other than few food and a blanket and a bow and arrow, having been taught how to hunt as a child.

She's looking for something, a cave, a small house in the woods, a tent, somewhere she can rest and allow her babu to sleep comfortably in.

Lexa feels it before she sees it. She feels watched; stalked. She's on high alert, bow in hand, ready to defend her baby with her life. There are rumors that Lexa is aware of, legend of the creatures this forest serves a home to but Lexa would slay a whole demon if it meant keeping her kid safe, urging the toddler to stay close to her and quickly small arms wrap around her leg, afraid of the darken woods.

The monster surges forward from the tree line with a loud snarl and Lexa immediately points the arrow at its head, terrifying teeth on display, dangerous eyes focused on Lexa's weapon.

Lexa registers two late that the warmth of her baby around her leg is gone and her heart drops when she looks to the side to watch them toddling towards the werewolf with a joyful smile and a "doggy!" cheer to their voice. She hears her heart beating in her ears, terror sweeping over her.

But as soon as the beast sees her small bundle, it stops. Teeth put away, the massive wolf suddenly looks confused as the baby approaches it, hands stretched on front of them to pet the big dog. A sniff to air and the wolf's tail waggles with excitment at the small child, dropping to the floor in a rather playful, calm manner.

The baby jumps to petting the wolf who allows her to without discussion, licking the baby's face as a thank you and making the small toddler giggle.

Lexa finally regains her nerve after staring on awe at the scene, approaching child and wolf with careful steps and with a gentle pet to the wolf's head she sweeps her child into her arms, telling them it is time to go and thanking the gentle giant "for not eating us". It stays down as they walk away and Lexa takes a deep breath once it's out of few, gently reprimanding her child for doing such a dangerous thing.

It is about 10 minutes later when Lexa feels herself being watched once again. This time the wolf quickens its pace to catch up with them before slowing down and accompanying them. The toddler begs to be put down and after staring at the wolf as if asking for confirmation it wont eat her baby she lets them down. With a smile she watches as her baby pets the wolf and the wolf licks their chubby face in return before allowing the toddler to hold its fur along side Lexa's hand as they walk.

An hour more into the trip, Lexa finds herself tired and cold, snow having started to makes it's way down. The baby has fallen asleep, holding on to the wolf's fur as they sleep on its back. Lexa looks around, hoping to see smoke from a camp fire or chimney with no luck. Watching her attentively the wilf bites on the fabric of her lose shirt, pulling her along. Lexa asks what it wants, as if the wolf was to answer but after a few tigs to her shirt Lexa decides to follow it. It seems to have a fondness for her baby so at the very least Lexa knows it wont hurt them.

Lexa follows it through the woods, questioning out loud where it's taking them before a clearing up ahead gives way from a small wodden cabin, seemingly inhabited. Lexa sighs of reloef as they approach it, opening the front dore carefully, bow pointed at the darkness before she deems to empty. It has a single bedroom with bed, and Lexa urges the wolf with her baby on its back insidr as she tries to star a fire, looking around for a few candles.

She catches a rabbit and cooks it over the fire, feeding the wolf what she knows she will not be able to eat. It is already past midnight when Lexa takes her baby from the wolf's grasp, until now both happily cuddling by the fire. The wolf whines but does not lift its head from its place by the fire as it looks at Lexa holding her small child and wishing her a goodnight and thanking her for bringing them here.

The next morning Lexa wakes up underneath the blankets she brought, alone in the bed, the su light shinning through the small window of the bedroom. It was not a dream it seems. As Lexa opens the door she sees the fire still going but unlike she thought she would, she sees neither the wolf nor her baby and panic sets in.

Right on cue tho, the front door opens and in walks her child, cheeks red from the cold outside. Lexa walks towards them, to hug them or lecture them, she had yet to make up her mind when after her child enters a woman, the golden of her hair the exact same color of the massive wolf's fur.

The woman looks st her with a smile, arms filled branches and Lexa stares at her in disbelief, clearly connecting the dots.

"You're the-"

"Wolf? I am. Good morning."

"How? And who-?"

"Klork mommy!"

Her child says, staring at her with a smile. It is obvious Klork as already introduced herself.

"Klork?"

"Yeah, I'm Clarke. And your name is...?"

"I'm... Lexa." Lexa states, bewildered.

They stare at each other for a while, Lexa's kid seemingly getting bored of their silence and sitting by the fire to play with the two rocks they brought in from outside.

Lexa's stomach grumbling is the one that kills the silence. The wolf-woman smiles big then, perfect teeth a heavy contrast with the sharp ones Lexa saw last night.

"Right, so, breakfast?" She asks, moving to the small kitchen area the cabin offers, Lexa's toddler following after her, both chanting about wanting food.

Lexa looks at them, and then around the cabin before wondering what else did she expect after following a damn wolf through the woods.

#letter opened #lg-wifey4lifey #🥰🥰🥰 i love this idea wifey!!!!!!! #lexa would definitely not trust Clarke fully at first #and Clarke is wondering how are mother and child so completely different #clarke isnt head over heels for Lexa either but she just cant stand to let this baby wander around with their mom #so they make it work for the kid.... its very domestic even if Lexa and Clarke are both very suspicious of each other 😂

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"Don't Hold Back" for the fic title

I feel like this is definitely nudging me towards a certain place so I'll comply... under the cut! 😝

But first the non smut one:

Canon world, maybe. A Lexa doesn't die, the end of the world doesn't happen (again) story.

Clarke has taken up training with Anya. She is not training to be a warrior by any means, but to survive on the ground in the high position Clarke as proven herself worthy off she needs to be able to defend herself properly, not just with a gun and pure brute force.

Per Lexa's request Anya goes easy on Clarke, who ends most training sessions on her back, breathless, listening to a list of everything she did wrong given to her by a disappointment Anya.

All it takes is for Anya to question if something was to happen to Lexa with Clarke around, the commander would be sure to die thanks to Clarke's inability to fight.

That sets Clarke off immediately. She is throwing herself at Anya who dodges her and pocks her again, reminding her how she would be unable to even catch whoever hurt Lexa. And Clarke launches at her again, this time landing a punch. Anya is quick to rise and throw one back, but Clarke is quicker and moves, avoiding the hit. The pride in Anya’s face shines for barely a second.

Lexa watches from the sidelines, hidden by the shadows of the trees. Anya is correct that Clarke would probably not be capable of helping Lexa if something was to go wrong. Lexa thinks she would very much prefer the sky girl leave her to die if they ever find themselves in such a situation but knowing Clarke, she would not back down so it is best she knows how to fight.

A loud thud reaches her as she watches as Anya falls on the dirt, Clarke's knee holding her down, a dagger on Anya’s neck.

The older woman chuckles darkly, looking at the wild beast in Clarke's eyes, "She finally got me Heda."

At Lexa's title, Clarke turns her head abruptly, sheepishly dropping the dagger as Lexa comes forward and towards them.

Lexa simsply nods, a proud smile on her face. Staring at her, Clarke's eyes feel tamed once more and she feels the adrenaline leave her and a smile blossom. She helps Anya off the floor.

"It seems she is ready for the next step." Its the first thing Lexa says. Clarke stares at her slightly confused, "and Anya this time, no need to hold back."

Clarke barely has the time to open her mouth before she is being thrown on the ground.

(Also g!p clarke. Duh.). Smutty but with quite a soft undertone to it, building trust and confidence in bed between them.

They've been managing to take things as slow as they can. With the desperation burned out during their first time, they get to slowly learn about each other's bodies and likes.

Lexa has never explicitly told Clarke she likes it soft and gentle, but perhaps it was her tears or the lovestruck look she gives Clarke that gave her that impression and so, with out ever truly confirming it, Clarke goes slow with Lexa, lovingly. Oh so sweet.

Lexa loves it. But she knows Clarke is holding back. And Lexa... Lexa is quite tired of being treated like she might break during sex.

Slowly Lexa would encourage Clarke to let go fully in bed. Urge her on. Ask her to go harder and faster. Nudging Clarke to place them in positions easier to allow her to go harder.

Until the one night when Lexa demands it of her. "Don't hold back, niron. Give me all."

And so Clarke kisses her, the last piece of softness for the next while.

And Lexa loves her soft niron. Loves the care Clarke takes with her, always entering her slowly, allowing Lexa the time to adjust. Never rushing, always assuring, always asking. But this Clarke? This is the woman of passion and fervor she fell in love with. Desperate and rough and so full of passion as she fucks Lexa onto the mattress.

The first of many, I'm sure.

#letter opened #uh this was fun ✨️ #wanheda's dagger #clexa

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In the quiet aftermath, Clarke stands at the edge of the war table, looking down at Lexa with a tenderness that feels as vast as the sky after a storm. The air around them is warm, charged with the electricity of their frantic lovemaking.

Clarke's skin, glistening with the sheen of sweat, catches the dim light, highlighting the flush of exertion and passion that colors her cheeks. Her breathing, still uneven, slowly finds its rhythm again as she watches Lexa, whose eyes hold a softness, a vulnerability that they only ever show in these secluded, stolen moments.

I can't find the gifset this is from to credit the person but this gif gave me ideas

[The original gifset can be found here]

This is making me insane. Oh my good lord. The softness of this intertwined with the gif and the visuals of them having just made love on the war table?! I have no words, truly magnificent. This is going to live rent free in my head for a while friend 🩷

#letter opened #reallygroovyninja #clexa #(i am seeing a hint of wanheda's dagger but I'll leave it to everyones discretion)

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How did Clarke react when she found out Lexa's pregnant?

Lexa tells her immediately after she finds. She just can't keep it to herself even for a few hours.

She returns to the bedroom with the pregnancy test in hand, sitting on the edge of the by right by where Clarke is. She's frowning still and Lexa reaches a finger to sooth the wrinkled skin between her brows, Clarke's face immediately relaxing as she starts to wake up.

Clarke sits up on the bed slowly and a little confused at being awoken in the middle of the night. She's naked still from their last attempt, one Lexa now realizes might be their last time sleeping together if they decide co-parenting is the extent of their relationship. She'll have time to be disappointed about that later. Right now her heart feels too full.

"Lexa? What's wrong?" Is the first thing Clarke manages out as her eyes travel around Lexa's body, trying to look for anything that might be wrong with her before Lexa grabs her hands and pulls it into her lap.

"It worked." Lexa says with a crack to her voice, not realizing how close she was to crying before. She shows Clarke the stick, "I'm pregnant, Clarke."

She watches with tears falling down as Clarke sleepy mind tries to process what she just told her. She stares at the pregnancy test, making sure she sees the two lines and its not just her vision doubling it. Then she looks at Lexa with her mouth agape. And then back at the test. Finally, it seems to all click.

Her hand in on Lexa's belly and her lips on Lexa's, barely able to kiss her properly with the stretch of the smile on her face.

"We did it." Is what Clarke whispers against Lexa's lips before finally breaking down herself and starting to cry, happy chuckles mixed in with tears.

"Thank you. Thank you so much, Clarke." Lexa cries, eternally grateful for Clarke and this baby they have just discovered.

Clarke shakes her head, confusing Lexa. She chuckles at Lexa's confused expression, "I should be the one thanking you. You- I never knew how much I wanted this until you asked. I never knew how much I wanted this baby with you until I spent days thinking about raising a baby with you, Lexa."

Lexa smiles, swallowing a sob. Before asking she feared she'd ruin their friendship forever. Now, she has never been more glad she took the leap of faith.

"We're gonna be moms Lexa." Clarke chocks out, a sob and a shriek all mixed into one as she crashes their lips together and pushes Lexa down on the bed. It seems Lexa's worry for the end of their sex life was for nothing, as Clarke spends the next two hours switching between softly fucking her and smoothing her stomach with kisses, making it certain to Lexa that their baby will have the best mom in the world.

#letter opened #:''))))) #clarke definitely never pushed lexa to take pregnancy tests and was always very positive about them trying until they can have the baby #but inside she was a mess of wanting them to know as soon as possible and hoping it worked 🥺

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"I'm not yours anymore" for the fic title

Oh!!!!!!!!

This... this title right here works SO well for the type of fic i crave despite being angsty enough where i probably couldn't either write it or read it without getting mad.

Lexa and Clarke, college sweethearts. Long engagement. Lexa works long hours at the office since Clarle recently realized medicine wasn't her passion and decided to take a job that pays less but lets her have the chance to take a few random classes to see what she wants.

It comes crumbling down from there. They have put the wedding at the back burner for now as they try to remain afloat. Clarke, who spent her college years so focused on her studies now has the freedom to enjoy the little pieces of college life she missed on and she does. While Lexa works and worries, Clarke goes out to drink with kids nearly a decade younger than her. She goes out more and more often. She starts leaving her engagement ring at home.

Lexa tries to be understanding and supportive. That's all she ever is. In every aspect of their life. She gets it when Clarke is done after Lexa made her cum and doesn't feel like giving back. She gets it when she is tired from work and classes and neglects the housework allocated to her. She gets it when she prefers to spend more time on her phone than with her.

Lexa gets it... but she is reaching the end of her rope. They are grown adults. With jobs and rent to pay and a wedding to plan and a life to build together. But Clarke seems suddenly so desinterested in all of that. Drinking, going out and spend her days glued to her phone seem to be much more important to her and one day, when she comes home and Clarke is /still/ passed out in bed after coming home at 5 am, she finds her phone, just standing there.

Lexa wasn't suspicious of anything. She just wants to understand what these 21 yo state college kids could possibly have to say to her fiancee that make her forget Lexa exists.

Flirting. Heavy flirting.

Nothing indicates it has gone beyond that, but not only does Clarke flirt harder than she ever did with Lexa, there is never any mention of Lexa's existence at all.

She packs a bag and leaves. And it takes Clarke until the next day to even think to call her, asking where she is. No concern, no worry. Just a demand of knowing her whereabouts.

Did Lexa imagine the love between them? Did she make up every sweet gesture Clarke delivered to her up until she quit her job and regressed back to a drunk college girl?

The breakup is direct and somehow seems to take Clarke by surprise. But Lexa doesn't budge. And a month later, the apartment they shared is nearly empty from years spent together.

Or sucks it takes Lexa leaving for Clarke too realize what she lost. It takes Clarke a year to get back on her feet after realizing Lexa is not coming back. She fucked up, she realizes that now. She cuts contact and finishes her classes. She manages a stable, slightly better paying job. And then she moves, away from memories of a life she herself destroyed.

She regrets it only nearly 3 years later. A small girl, no older than 2. Bright eyes and a sweet smile, trying to reach a cereal box on the shelf. Clarke helps her with a smile and the little girl thanks her. And right then, she hears her voice again. Still tired but happy, so unlike the way her voice sounded during their last talk, when Clarke still begged her she would change and Lexa told her it was too late before driving away.

A grocery car filled with kid's snacks and veggies. Diapers and a few kids' books. She seems lighter. The darkness under her eyes is not as pronounced. Her cheeks are fuller and so is she. The last time they cuddle Clarke still remembers how she could feel her hip bone. She said nothing, too hangover to even think of words that didn't sound like she was telling her to gain weight.

She ignores the bump. The wedding ring. The hickey on her neck.

Lexa calls out the little girl's name again. The girl turns to her and smiles, telling her mom about the nice lady who helped her get her cereal.

Clarke stands awkwardly as Lexa's eyes move towards her and a swirl of emotions pass by her face.

Clarke wants to say something. Apologize once more. Beg her to come back to her. How miserable as her life been without Lexa's smile in the morning?

Instead, she remains silent once more. And Lexa nods, as if to thank her for it.

"Have you said thank you to the nice lady?"

The little girl turns, "Thank you!"

Her voice seems trapped in her throat but Clarke manages to speak up as kindly as she can manage, "You're welcome."

"C'mon, mama is waiting for us." Lexa speaks softly to her daughter and Clarke does nothing more than look at them leave, seeming so final this time around, as Lexa spares her one last glance before disappearing behind the shelves.

They never talked about kids. It had been nearly a year by the time they broke up since they talked about the wedding. She wonders if this would have been them now if Clarke hadn't decided having fun was more important than the life she was building. If during those three years she had called and explained herself and asked them to start again.

She didnt tho. And no matter how many what ifs, the last thing Lexa told her before she finally left her life three years ago echoes in her mind.

"Im not yours anymore, Clarke."

#letter opened #sorry this is angst no happy ending #but it also isnt very good so it balances it out 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 #in my mind that last part is a dream and Clarke wakes up in bed with Lexa realizing where her life is headed towards #and apologizes and they get married and have their babies together😌

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Some food for thought if Lexa is gonna be Evie

I mean, do I even need to say anything else other than this gif right here^ to prove my point for Evelyn!Lexa? 😌

#letter opened #heda-in-the-clouds #the mummy au

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This one’s for farm Clexa (and I’m sorry if it’s been asked/answered before) but!!! What was their reaction seeing the baby for the first time in an ultrasound? And what was their reaction when they got to listen to that tiny lil heartbeat for the first time?

Lexa and Clarke have been very patient when it comes to having children. They always knew they would not be able to provide a lavish lifestyle for their kids, but they knew they had enough to bring up a baby happy, clothed and feed. And when the time to finally make that baby dream become a reality it was like they had been waiting for years - nearly five at that point, from the moment they got married.

The moment the pregnancy test showed a positive, Clarke was calling her mom and telling her to make the appointment. Clarke sobbed the moment the ultrasound technician said "here they are". It was a blob on screen, barely human but its theirs. Lexa stares at the screen with tears in her eyes, amazed that little life is growing inside of her - finally. She barely takes her eyes off of it when Clarke kisses her forehead. Their little baby. Theirs.

Even with the scans in hand tho, it is hard to believe the small dot on the screen is their baby. It feels surreal. It doesn't feel real. No matter how much Clarke kisses her tummy or how much Lexa caresses her still flat stomach, it is not until the heartbeat scan that it finally hits them that their baby is here.

The clinic in town is always calm. Lexa, with her slight dislike for doctors, seems to enjoy it this way. She's much calmer, anxious with the prospect of hearing the baby's heartbeat, but she feels at ease. Clarke, on the other hand, paces the room like a ball of energy, and did Lexa not share her excitement, she would have been annoyed with her wife. Instead, she rubs her barely there yet bump, slowly growing accustomed to the thought of their baby growing there.

The technician makes small talk, one Clarke participates in far more than Lexa, who offers only nods and the ocasional smile. Anxiety building, as the desire of hearing the baby's heartbeat mixed with concern that something could be wrong grows.

They check, moving around Lexa's stomach. Their baby is bigger. Oh how bigger they've gotten. And stronger too. Lexa smile only grows as the technician praises the baby's growth, how everything is exactly as it should be. Clarke's face red from smiling, this proud look on her face as she looks between her wife and how wonderful she's been so far and their baby on the screen.

"Want to hear the heartbeat?"

There is a deafening silence in the room as the ultrasound machine picks up the heartbeat. And then, it's there. Filling the room with the rhythmic tu tum. Over and over again. And then, a muffled sob. Lexa's hand on her mouth as she tries to no interrupt the sound of their baby's heartbeat, but she can not stop herself. Clarke, crying too, of course, it's all she ever does when she steps into this room, cradles her pregnant wife's face, and kisses her. One her forehead, on her cheek, on her nose, on her jaw. On her lips.

"That's our baby, my love. That's our little angel." Clarke whispers to Lexa, who can't do more than nod as she cries, smiling as she looks between Clarke and the screen, so much love and adoration in her heart she feels like she might just explode.

Before they leave, Abby forces them to take a Doopler with them. For the next few days, every down moment that used to be filled with the radio or silence is instead filled with the sound of little Madi's heartbeat, as Lexa and Clarke cant do much more than marvel at the little life they made.

#letter opened #wanhedas-dagger #farm clexa #🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 lord how i love them 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 #i love how clarke is the one always crying #they joke she got all the hormones from lexas pregnancy #but when Lexa hears that heartbeat? she completely breaksdown #oh how in love is she with this bby 🥹🥹🥹🥹🩷🩷🩷

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Dilf Clarke and Milf Lexa are both single parents. They meet when they drop off their kids for a weekend trip through their school. They're quickly infatuated with each other and Clarke invites Lexa back to her place for lunch. Lunch turns into dessert and then drinks and soon they're naked and fucking

Their kids seem to have found quite the friendships, with both of their sons being attatched to the hip it seems. This is however the very first time they are meeting one another. They've heard about each other from their kids but it's nice to put a face to their kid's friend's mom.

Very, very nice indeed.

Theu wave the kids goodbye as the bus pulls away, awkwardly standing next to each other until Lexa offers for them to go have coffee, making a comment it's nice not to be the only single parent around it seems.

Clarke agrees and they spend an afternoon talking about their kids. And then work. And then their past relationships, Lexa having ended much more amicably than Clarke's as it seems.

Flirting is not something that comes naturally to neither anymore and yet, here they are, constantly making flirty remarks at one another.

And when Clarke asks her over for dinner, promising Lexa some pasta she guarantees will ruin every other for her, Lexa gladly agrees.

Her house is much like Lexa's, a reassurance that Lexa didn't know she needed, the constant mess seems to always catch up to her not matter how hard she tries.

Pasta turns into cleaning up and cleaning up quickly turns into wine and beer on the couch, Lexa's heels tossed alongside Clarke boots as they laugh on the couch.

Maybe it's the way Lexa touches Clarke's arm or the way Clarke draws circles on Lexa's thigh. But soon their faces are inches apart and soon after that Lexa is on top of Clarke, hand in her hair as Clarke's hands rest on her hips, slowly moving underneath her shirt.

They made it to the bedroom somehow, hitting walls and furniture, whispered fucks and soft giggles as they make their way towards it.

In the heat of the moment Lexa pushes Clarke on to the bed, pulling her shirt above her arms and letting her skirt fall to the floor before throwing herself at Clarke. Her tights are still on, Lexa forgetting them for the moment.

It isnt until she has Clarke naked and has been thrown on to the bed on all fours that she realizes they are still there. Not until Clarke doesn't bother with taking them off, instead ripping the thin fabric with her hands and creating enough space to move Lexa's underwear to the side and pushing her dick in.

Its fun and dirty. Clarke makes her call her daddy and Lexa does, despite not being a fun of the kink, simply because it feels good at the moment. She begs and pleas, moans when Clarke's hand wraps around her neck as she fucks her from behind, bites Clarke's hand as she ruts inside on her with abandon, smiling when Clarke moans at the feeling.

She sucks Clarke's dick and nearly chokes with the the sheer size of it in her mouth, but still moans when Clarke kisses her while her cum is still dripping from the corner of her mouth.

She sits on Clarke's face even when she always fears she might suffocate someone if she does. She rides Clarke's toungue and actually breaks a small piece of woods from Clarke intricate bed frame. She tries to apologize but Clarke's toungue is on her again, accepting her apology by bringing her to a second orgasm.

Lexa feels alive for the first time in a good while. It is clear Clarke feels the same. It feels good to fuck without being scared someone will hear them or the thought of their exes on their mind.

Despite the warmth of the day they go and pick up their kids from the trip, Lexa wears a turtleneck, hidding the collection of hickeys and bruises on her neck and chest and Clarke's jacket hides arms and back adorned with blunt nail scratches.

"Mom, can Theo and Miss Griffin have dinner with us? Please?" Lexa's son asks, looking at her with pleading eyes.

Lexa steals a look at Clarke, who looks much like the kids making begging eyes at her.

"Why not? I'm sure you too have a lot to tell me and Clarke."

The kids high five and jump with excitment, running towards their respective cars, happily surprised when they find them parked next to each other.

Clarke and Lexa walk towards the cars behind them, and Clarke's fingers brush Lexa's, "You sure about this?"

Lexa gives her a sparkling smile, "might be best to ease them into it then telling them all at once werseeing each other. Besides," Lexa points with her chin towards the two boys, who are playfully teting to hit one another, "I doubt they'll be mad spending more time together. They already act like brothers anyways."

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger

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You and @anonymous-red-506 are having a fist fight?? What’s going on 👀

Simple. I was challenged, I accepted the challenge, now I gotta swim an entire ocean to get to Red and fist fight her 😌 oh and I also gotta bring her cookies!

#letter opened #wanhedas-dagger #the context doesnt make sense to anyone ither than us two #but the challenge was issued 😌

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Punk rock clexa 👀

Mid 30s tattoo artist Clarke and bartender Lexa. Not married and they refuse to. No kids and no plans for that at all.

Unapologetically queer and punk rock.

No other thoughts (well a lot more but i am tired 😂). I'll let @heda-in-the-clouds take it from here ✨️😌

#letter opened #punk rock clexa au

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Broken promises for the made up fic

Childhood friends to lovers.

Clarke messy ponytail and Lexa's pristine twin braids a constant sighting together. Sitting under the slide in pre school, promising each other they'd be friends forever and thst they would never leave one another.

After the first heartbreaks in high school, between tears promising that all they need is one another, nothing will ever come between them.

In college, sharing an apartment when feelings are finally shared, Lexa promises Clarke to always be with her no matter what.

Wedding vows and forever promises of eternal loving one another.

With three babies and a house, sitting at the doctors office, Clarke promises Lexa she will get through the cancer, that she'll hold her hand through every treatment and that she'll make it through.

Lexa beats cancer and after the good news Clarke makes her promise to never give her a scare like that again, which Lexa agrees with between watery chuckles.

It comes back only four years later. Lexa makes Clarke forget she will move on, but never forget her.

Lexa leaves her. Cancer comes between them. Lexa cannot manage to stay. Clarke is unable to help her through it this time around. It came back, Lexa could not keep it away.

In the end, its just Clarke and their kids who stay.

Clarke never leaves her. They broke so many promises they've made to one another. She is unable to move on. Ten years down the line, and every weekend she pulls up to the cemetery, a new flower bouquet in hand, the same one she gift Lexa every month when she was still here. They broke every promise they ever made, not on purpose, but broke them still.

Forgetting her is one Clarke refuses to break.

#letter opened #😗✌️ i apologize

[lexa-griffins]

Older moms Lexa sits down in her rocking chair while she watches Clarke and her kids set up the twins nursery. Lexa gets emotional as she sees all the old furniture they used for her two older kids when they were babies now being put up again for her twins

It's been a bit more than a decade since Lexa saw these pieces of furniture. Hidden away in the attic and the garage, she had forgotten they were even there. If she hadn't, she might have had given them away or sold them for cheap online.

She is so happy she never did.

They are old and grimmy now, Clarke and the kids having spent an entire weekend sanding and repainting them. And now here they are, painted white, new hardware installed. It's like staring back at the past.

She never imagined herself here again. Sitting innher old rocking chair that Clarke so excitedly bought when Lexa was pregnant with Aden, so proud of herself that Lexa couldn't even bring herself to be mad about the money she spent on it. The one that unabled her to survive those nights where Madi refused to sleep, attached to Lexa's bossom as a way to bring herself some comfort as she rocket her in the chair.

The changing table that saw so many diaper blow-outs and tears and screams. The dresser that will once again hold all those tiny clothes Lexa used to look at and wonder how her babies had ever fit in those.

And it feels so special to see her kids, no longer babies, closer to young adults now, but forever and ever her babies, helping their mom reassemble the furniture, knowing once it was being built for them. They talk excitedly about the twins arrival, about wanting to help, about playing with them, about showing them around their high school. The way Clarke's eyes have that twinkle again, the anticipation of seeing their babies and being able to provide them with a safe and beautiful nursery to sleep in.

She rocks gently in the chair, her back killing her as the babies move around, kicking her and each other. And she is excited. Everything is different and yet everything is still exactly the same. Times changes, she's older, Clarke is older. Their kids are older. There is no longer a toddler asking her about his baby sister. There are two teenagers bossing her around, to stay put, stay sitted. Two teenagers so over the moon for their little baby siblings. Clarke still smiles the same when she wakes up next to Lexa, she caresses her bump the same way. Her voice is slightly raspier, but she still foes the same baby voice when speaking to their unborn twins. The furniture is the same, it might have new paint, new clothes, new toys, new diapers but it is the same one they bought as first time moms, so overjoyed with the prospect of their little boy arriving.

And Lexa.... Lexa might not be the same. She sometimes fears she is too different, to detached from the newborn mom life to do it again. But then she feels them move, sees them in the ultrasound, groans with the same annoyance when they refuse to let her sleep and its all the same as it was before.

They'll manage it again. Oh so diffently than they did last time. But with the exact same love.

#letter opened #heda-in-the-clouds #au: older moms #this got away from me im sorry 😝😝 #🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[lexa-griffins]

Alycia slayed in that dress. I have never been more attracted to her back since. Also hips!!!!!

Everything about it deives me fucking insane, the back, the leg, the hips, the ASS 😳😳😳😳 good lord

#letter opened #alyciadc #bite bite bite bite bite

[lexa-griffins]

Mirror sex so Lexa is forced to watch herself being split open and spread as she takes Clarke's knot 🥵

Staring at herself fully nude, her tan skin now adorned with bites and purple bruises as she trembles with something between fear and excitement.

Sitting on Clarke's lap, legs secured opened by Clarke's arms, the sharp nail of hands digging into her thighs, certain to draw blood if she firms up her grasp.

Clarke's dick up and proud, covering her cunt for now as she relays to Lexa how it will feel inside of her, how good Lexa is gonna make her feel, how Clarke hopes she doesn't break such a pretty toy. Like this Lexa can see just how deep Clarke's dick can go, how the girth of it looks impossible to take, the knot at the base of it looking as delicious as it looks mortifying.

Lexa watches and she feels it. Clarke demands her not to close her eyes with a stern voice, immediately soothing the slight fear it brings out in Lexa with a kiss on her shoulder, sharp teeth dragging on it.

It is as big as it looks, as difficult as it looks, as delicious as it looks. Far too much all at once and Lexa feels like she might die faster if Clarke doesn't bury herself inside than is she does. Looking at herself taking it, watching Clarke's cock disappear inside of her cunt inch by inch feels impossible, a magic trick or an illusion of some sort. It should not be humanely possible and yet she sees herself being split open and god if she doesn't feel it too.

The knot stops Clarke's movements, tongue licking behind Lexa's earlobe to sooth any pain, whispered moans into her ear that make Lexa clutch around her dick and in return make Clarke moan louder and heavier, letting Lexa know just how good she's doing.

"It might hurt." Clarke warns. Not as a question if Lexa wsnts to stop, a simple warning so Lexa is aware.

"Break me for all I care." Lexa manages to let out, hoarse and with a hint of sass, making Clarke chuckle and kiss her jaw, leaving a bite in her wake.

It enter her all at once and Lexa's eyes open wide at the vision in the mirror of it entering her so quickly, locking them in place. She’s not sure how many times between the time Clarke's tip entered her and now she has cum but this is the first one that makes her legs fight against Clarke's hands, wanting to close herself up and make sure Clarke never leaves.

She manages to do so, a scratch that bleeds immediate on her tight as she forces her leg away from Clarke's claws. A growl in her ear as her fearing for a severe punishment, but Clarke does nothing more than kiss her and lock her arm underneath Lexa's knees, legs forced up. In the mirror, Lexa can now see just Clarke's knot looked inside of her.

"Hold on tight pet, I'm not going anywhere."

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger #😳 oh to be Lexa #i did generic monster clarke that probably on the wolf side the rest is up to your guys' imagination 😂