#so they make it work for the kid.... its very domestic even if Lexa and Clarke are both very suspicious of each other 😂

[lexa-griffins]

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 😂

[coeurdastronaute]

Essays in Existentialism: Valentine’s Day

With Valentine's day coming up, how about a themed Clarke and Lexa story?

The hospital swirled with the quiet steady of patients and doctors, all taking their time getting anywhere at all. Nurses stations filled with deliveries of bouquets and cards and chocolates, while the halls were littered with cardboard hearts and babies with little wings and bows. Reds and pinks of every shade and color turned the fifth floor into a haven of sappiness and commercial love.

They agreed on no gifts, but that didn’t matter, and Clarke was secretly and very shamefully giddy when Lexa broke the vow and had a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers delivered. The nurses smiled and crooned over them when they called Clarke over the speaker and she appeared to find a bouquet in front of Lexa’s face.

“I never formally asked,” the soldier grinned as she pulled the flowers down from hiding herself. “Do you want to be my valentine?”

“I don’t know, I got a pretty enticing offer from a three year old this morning,” the doctor played coy, earning a bit of a pout.

“You didn’t see this yet,” Lexa realized, quickly pulling a tiny cartoon valentine like school children gave to each other, from her back pocket. “You are the apple of my ayyeee,” she read, pretend pirate voice complimenting it well.

“Well, now I’m sold,” she laughed and kissed her sweetly.

“To sweeten the deal, I thought lunch would be appropriate.”

“What if I’d said no?”

“Failure wasn’t an option.”

“You’re sweet,” she sighed, holding Lexa’s arm as they made their way down the hall. “Thank you. You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I know. But I really wanted to, and I actually got myself something too,” she shrugged.

“What’s that?” Clarke asked, hitting the button for the elevator.

“Something for you to wear tonight,” she explained with a blush.

“Perfect. I don’t have to shop.”

“This is quickly becoming my favorite holiday.”

Across the city, each member of the Woods clan found themselves preoccupied with the holiday. A rather romantic bunch, they were never very good at the execution, though privately, they all promised themselves that this was their year.

The patriarch picked up the new necklace he ordered weeks ago and verified his reservations while his wife was at work. He scurried through the house, cleaning as best he could, preparing for their date.

Theo lined up not one, but two babysitters, and had a hotel room  filled with pizza and wine prepared, where they would do nothing but sleep and eat and not have kids for an entire day.

Henry sat on a plane to New York to surprise a certain doctor’s friend, complete with reservations and an extra key to his place on his key ring.

Reed juggled babies while his wife was at the spa, completely relaxed and oblivious to it all.

And Marshall, he begged his sister for a favor because his brother wouldn’t share a babysitter.

The Woods clan was a romantic bunch, doing what they could to spoil their others because it was what they had grown up seeing, because it was what they liked to do, because deep down, they knew, that anyone who stuck around deserved a day of recognition.

The house was spotless, completely clean and almost unrecognizable to the doctor as she walked inside after her shift. Music played softly from the den, while candlelight filled every inch that she could see. With a smile, Clarke hung up her coat and kicked off her shoes, very much in love with the girl who pretended that Valentine’s Day wasn’t one of her favorite holidays.

Quietly, she followed the noise toward the kitchen, hoping to have a surprise of her own.

Lexa stirred a pot and balanced a baby in her arms, humming to her quietly. The sight was enough to make Clarke pause, make her think, give her ideas and glimpses and utterly distract her from any other thoughts she might have had just a few seconds ago.

“Hey,” she finally interrupted, unable to contain herself. “Did you get yourself a new valentine between lunch and now?”

“Marshall,” she grunted, frowning terribly. “He hit me with the guilt and I just… I’m sorry.”

“Never be sorry for this,” Clarke cooed, carefully taking the baby, still lingering with the fresh from the bath smell, and the cozy kind of warmth from her onesie. “Hi gorgeous.”

“Hi.”

“I meant--”

“Oh, right, right,” she nodded quickly, smile growing as she earned a kiss. “Dinner will be ready soon. Do you want some wine?”

“You’re really spoiling me, you know that?”

“I aim to please.”

“Oh yes she does,” Clarke hummed at the baby who just stared at her before smiling a toothless grin and gurgling slightly. “She always does, too. Yes she does.”

“I really am sorry we got stuck with the pipsqueak tonight,” Lexa finally mumbled as she slid a glass of wine across the counter. “But I already have her fed and bathed. Her crib is made in the spare, and we won’t have to worry once she’s down.”

“Oh stop. This is the best present.”

“Good. I meant for it to happen then,” she boasted, resuming her cooking.

It was domestic bliss. Clarke played with the baby while Lexa finished dinner, and she hummed along to the music, earning some giggles.

“We could do it, couldn’t we?” Lexa ventured as they sat down at the table to eat, the baby bouncing in her swing without a care in the world.

“I mean, I plan on it later,” the doctor returned, wiggling her eyebrows in a move that Lexa was sure had been stolen from her own playbook.

“You know what I mean,” she laughed despite herself. “The kid, the baby.”

“We’re not even married yet and you already want me barefoot and pregnant. I’m onto you, Woods. You and your whole, potent family.”

“Hey, as much as we try, I know I won’t be able to do it myself.”

“I like the trying though.”

“God, me too,” Lexa groaned, slightly relieved.

For a while, Clarke thought about it, looking at the baby and then at her pretty girlfriend who lived with her. Who got blown up and came home. Who she met in passing at an airport and spent an entire day trying not to fall in love with, and failed. It was what she wanted, even though she never could grasp the idea of it. It just lingered, beyond her imagination. But there it was, alive and in vivid detail. It wasn’t the worst way to spend her life, she realized with a smile.

Dinner was perfect, the baby was quiet, mumbling to herself as she hopped along and chewed on a ring. Lexa watched her from time to time, though her attention swayed back to Clarke just as often, who she found a good date, if she had forgotten. It was the day for such things, for quiet dinners and just themselves. She liked that.

“Thank you for today,” Clarke finally smiled and kissed her again. “Flowers and lunch and dinner. It was very thoughtful, and the perfect amount of Valentine’s.”

“You haven’t even seen what I got for myself yet, so I’d hold your thanks.”

“You’re going to make me wear some skimpy little thing after feeding me all this food?”

“Don’t say skimpy in front of the baby,” Lexa hissed, dramatic and smiling that mischievous grin that made Clarke’s heart still flip. “And I am, because I find you absolutely gorgeous, and I only want one present today and that’s you. On top of me. In very little lace. I’m a simple girl, Griffin.”

“More dirty girly stories for you and your friends.”

“I mean, you come up sometimes,” she smiled shyly, completely caught.

“So you don’t want your present?”

“Present?” her ears perked and she turned in the kitchen as she dropped off a few plates, wheeling around on her cane. “I mean. If you got me something…”

“You didn’t think I wouldn’t get you something?”

“I don’t like to presume,” she said with a flourish.

“Close your eyes,” Clarke ignored her, standing and moving toward her coat. She dug in the pocket while Lexa tried to peek. The baby tossed her toy and cheered.

“Remember, there are children present, so keep it PG, please, Doc.”

“Will you just stop for two seconds?”

“Too late, you already agreed to be my Valentine. No take backs. That’s the deal. “

With a sigh, Clarke looked at the woman she loved and tried so desperately to debate herself out of it, though it was a fool’s errand. Instead she just smiled and held up the present she bought two weeks ago.

“You didn’t,” Lexa smiled, staring at the tickets. “Opening day? Opening day!”

“You and me. Third base line. I got us a room downtown so we can drink and enjoy the day, I’m off work that weekend. I know it’s awhile away, but I thought it’d be nic--”

Her ramble was stopped quickly, as Lexa kissed her, nearly losing her footing as she lunched forward and held her neck. She kissed her breathless and dizzy and all manner of disoriented, but Clarke realized she would have bought every ticket imaginable to get a kiss like that.

“I picked a good Valentine,” Lexa mumbled against her lips. “See that, kid?” she turned to the baby. “That’s how you pick’em.”

“Shut up,” Clarked rolled her eyes and tugged her close again.

Though the clock had ticked as it always had, though the date had changed, it was still Valentine’s day as long as they were awake, and Lexa was going to savor every minute of it. Baby asleep in the spare, the monitor whirring politely beside the bed, dishes cleaned, candles blown out, her mission for the day was a complete success, if she didn’t say so herself.

And so, self-congratulatory and very happy, Lexa sat on the edge of the bed, randomly adjusting her position, hoping to keep the perfect streak alive, as she waited for her girlfriend to change into an absolutely terrible excuse of lace masquerading as any form of underwear, and its matching bra. Because she deserved it. Because she had swept a smart, funny, hardworking doctor off of her feet and made her her’s. Because she very much had plans for that outfit not surviving the night.

“So this is what you really like?” Clarke ventured, slowly peeking around the door from the bathroom.

Lexa just gulped and stared at leg and leg and a lot of leg. It took her hours to make the trip along it.  Weakly she nodded and tried to remember to think, but the only thought in her head was that there was surely a merciful God, and she would take being blown up a hundred times to get a girl like that.

She liked the red. That was what her brain kept saying. She liked Clarke in the red and the lace and the way it clung to her hips and the way she leaned against the door and watched Lexa watch her.

“If you ever wanted to know what getting blown up felt like,” Lexa nodded, her eyes still wide as she stared. “Something like this.”

“Are you seriously going to make a bombshell pun?”

“I was trying.”

“I kind of like this,” Clarke decided, taking a few steps into the room. She turned around a little, looked at herself in the mirror, earning a slack jaw. “I might let you go shopping for me more.”

“Dear God,” the soldier groaned.

There was certainly a kind of gratifying feeling to having a completely mute and dumb girl staring at her, and Clarke found it endearing and absolutely hilarious, but so often it felt as if Lexa had the upper hand, always so quick with her wit and kisses and lips in general. To see her sluggish was a nice change.

Clarke would be lying to say she didn’t play it up.

“So you got me in this for your present,” she husked, taking a few steps until she put her hands on Lexa’s shoulders. Slowly, she raised her eyes, taking every inch in at such proximity. “Now what are you going to do with me?”

“To be honest, I never planned on anything past this moment. I never planned on this,” she furrowed, quite upset at the present realization.

“No plans at all?” Clarke murmured, carefully moving very slowly to straddle her girlfriend. “Not one?”

Very slowly, Lexa shook her head and felt her hands move along Clarke’s thighs. They slide up the back, her thumb ran along the edge of the lace.

“You’re the best valentine.”

“Okay.”

“I mean it,” Clarke promised, kissing her softly on her lip, lingering there, tugging quietly. She felt hands wrap around her and she grinned. “I love you.”

“I love me too right now.”

“Do you remember our night in Albuquerque?” the doctor chanced, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck before dipping down to kiss her again.

“I remember what I hoped it would be. This pales in comparison.”

“Yeah?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Lexa murmured, finally brave enough to kiss her neck and chin. “And all mine.”

It was a slow kind of dangerous. A dangerous kind of slow. Lexa didn’t care about the semantics of the situation, just that she had a scantily clad girl in her lap, and she wanted to never wake up from the dirty dream.

What started as slow, as lazy quickly grew tempestuous. Quickly grew over eager and muggy, like the equator at noon. There were many geography analogies, but Lexa was satisfied with her hands south of the Mason-Dixon line and her lips lingering somewhere near the Great Lakes.

“I’m going to have to take it off, if you want to--”

“No, leave it,” Lexa grinned, gingerly rolling them over. She was healed. Her leg didn’t even ache, or it didn’t yet, and she was superman until the morning, hyped up on adrenaline and the way Clarke’s chest moved when she took a deep breath. “I’ll work around it.”

“Is that so?” she giggled.

“I’ve done much more with much less.”

“Do tell.”

“I could,” she breathed, hitching Clarke’s leg, settling between it. “Or I could show you.”

“Much better plan.”

“I thou--”

The cry rang out over the monitor and Lexa’s entire body tensed. Fearful, she looked at Clarke and shook her head, as if they were negotiating something.

“She’s fine,” Lexa offered, as another roar of a scream erupted. Not a bit amused, Clarke gave her a look. “I’m going to kill him,” she grunted, pushing herself up.  “Just don’t move. Don’t do anything. Just pause. Don’t move.”

Without even her cane, Lexa meandered her way into the spare bedroom, grumbling to herself the entire way.

It took a bottle, a diaper change, an entire song, and so many back rubs that she was certain her arm was going to fall off, but Lexa wrangled the infant back into a cozy slumber. Quietly, she turned on the lullaby machine and closed the door nearly silently.

The entire time, Clarke listened to the monitor, about how the aunt told her niece that she’d been relegated to the lowest ranking of favorites, and how she was never going to forgive her. She heard her hum and promised a pony, she heard her kiss her cheeks and sigh and be absolutely wrapped around her finger.

By the time Lexa made it back down the hall, she was not at all surprised by what remained. Half-covered and half waiting, Clarke slept, tired from her day and work and the late hour she didn’t keep that often.

For a long moment, the soldier stood there and grieved her Valentine’s celebration. Until she remembered that she was in love with Clarke, and could ask for her to only wear that whenever she wanted, and if she asked enough, her odds had to be pretty good. That was the logic that made it okay. That and next Valentine’s day when she was going to literally book them a trip across the state.

With a smile, she pulled out an old shirt, and gently woke her girlfriend. She carefully unclasped the bra, and helped her slip into the shirt.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she whispered, crawling into bed beside the sleepy doctor as she turned off the light.

“Let’s do it again next year.”

“With more sex.”

“With more sex,” Clarke agreed.