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Finn never wanted to be a father. He begged Clarke to get rid of their ‘mistake’ one way or the other, but Clarke couldn’t do such a thing. 
Two weeks later, Finn was in a car accident and left Clarke totally alone to raise their son, Axel. 
Thankfully, she has her best friend to help her. 
So when a stranger sees them at the coffee shop and thinks they’re more, she wonders why they aren’t. 
Or in other words: Mistaken for a couple, makes a couple. Small family fluff. 
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owl127 · 1 year
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I never said I wasn't yours is a fave of mine. Would you care to write something from this universe, maybe another parents teachers meeting with Clexa as a couple now. Anything would be much appreciated. Thank you.
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As morning light broke the grayness of dawn, dew graced the front lawn, and birds chirped the night away. The cat and the dog napped peacefully on the kitchen rug, a pile of fur and soft snoring. Before alarms disturbed the new day, barely a sound could be heard in the house.
But not for lack of trying. 
Lexa bit hard on her palm, muffling her moans as Clarke worked diligently between her legs. One hand was tangled in blonde tresses, tugging and pulling, warning her that it was a weekday morning, but nothing deviated Clarke from her goal.
"Clarke," Lexa begged, unashamed, because waking up to her wife going down on her was great, yes, but in less than an hour she would have to drive four kids to three different schools. Clarke met her eyes with her nose buried in Lexa and lifted her head slightly to say,
"Focus on me, my love. It's just us. "We have a little time." Clarke's chin glistened with arousal, and Lexa bit her tongue. Nodded. She kept a palm over her mouth as her head fell back on the pillow, and Clarke made good on her promise. Lexa came with shudders and a whine, and Clarke kissed the trailing end of it.
"I just need a minute," Clarke grunted, and Lexa spread her legs further, inviting, aware of the time but even more aware of her mate. "Fuck, you feel so good," Clarke moaned as Lexa welcomed her, all warmth and want, and left over after glow. "I love you," she whispered into dark hair, and Lexa met her hips in rushed bliss.
Lexa heard the knocking first, her hips stuttering in their search for momentum. Clarke didn't stop, though, as close as she was, rutting mindlessly into her wife.
"Wait." Lexa’s finger grasped at a bulging bicep. "I think I heard something."
"It's just the cat," Clarke panted, her hips always moving. "Babe, please, I'm—"
There was no mistaking the soft knock now, followed by the tiniest voice. "Mommy?"
Lumi. Their youngest. 
"Shit," Clarke cursed louder than she wanted, and Lexa widened her eyes at her. "Shit, shit." Clarke pulled out, hard and frustrated, and made her way into the bathroom.
"Don't be so dramatic," Lexa whisper-laughed, covering her nudity with Clarke's robe.
"Says the one who's got to come!" Clarke huffed from the bathroom and closed the door.
Lexa opened the bedroom door to a fidgeting five-year-old, her stuffed rabbit being dragged by the ear at her side. 
"Good morning, darling." Lexa picked her up, noticing the frown and pout. "Is everything alright?"
Lumi shook her head and latched her small arms around Lexa's neck. "What happened, baby?" Lexa coaxed her daughter with a peck on the cheek.
"There's something wrong with Serah," Lumi whispered, then pulled back to hug her always-present bunny. "Samson thinks she's sick."
Lexa nodded, making her way down the hallway to the stairs. The twins and Lumi had their bedrooms upstairs, but their just-turned-15-year-old teenager had her own room downstairs. Lumi adored her sister though, and constantly escaped to spend part of the night in the den with Serah. 
There was an edge to Lumi, a concern half-formed, as if the youngling did not comprehend the concept of real worry. Lexa bristled. "Why don't you get changed for school, honey? I'll go check on Serah. We already picked your clothes last night, remember?"
Lumi lit up at that, since changing clothes was one of her favorite pastimes. Lexa only wished she would stop doing it in public. "I'll call you for breakfast."
Samson's head bounced on the carpet as the pup ran back to her room. Lexa tightened the robe's knot around her waist and made her way downstairs. Nuggets and Quiet were at the window, fixated on a neighbor leaving for work, and Lexa opened the door to the den. The bed was unmade, which was not atypical. The bathroom’s door was locked, and she heard faint whining.
"Serah? Are you okay? Open the door," she ordered in her mother tone, knocking twice. "Serah."
"Go away."
Well, at least she was alive.
"Serah, open the door."
"I said go away!" The plea was followed by a low growl, and Lexa bristled at the sound. She gritted her teeth, her jaw aching. Her nose itched with something new, something heavy, and she blinked it away.
"Serah, honey, what’s going on? Please open the door."
"Can you call mom?" The growling from the voice was gone, and all that was left was a pitiful wine. Her daughter was in pain, and Lexa rattled on the doorknob, as useless as it would be.
"Are you alright? Serah, please open up."
"Just call mom!" the teen yelled, and Lexa felt a shiver go down her spine. Heavy steps echoed behind Lexa, and she watched Clarke, her hair dripping from her quick shower, climb down the stairs holding a shirtless Lumi.
"She claims her shirt escaped," Clarke said with a grin, but it morphed into a frown when Lexa looked at her. "What’s going on? Lumi said Serah is sick."
"Samson said it," the young omega corrected, and Lexa picked her up.
"She locked herself in the bathroom," Lexa explained in a whisper, adjusting her daughter on her hips. "She’s asking for you."
Clarke’s eyebrows came together in worry, and she stepped up to the bathroom door. Her button-up was outside her jeans, and she was only wearing socks. Lexa made peace with the fact that everyone would be late that morning, and that was just the way mornings went sometimes.
Clarke knocked on the door a couple times, louder than Lexa did. "Honey, it’s me," she called, exchanging a glance with Lexa. "What’s going on?"
"Is mom still there?" Her voice was small and scared, and Lumi tightened her grasp on Lexa’s neck. "I only want to talk to you," Serah completed, a small voice beyond the wood. Lexa shook her head, and Clarke shrugged.
"Start with breakfast and get the kids ready. I’ll deal with this."
Lexa wanted to protest. She was always overprotective of the kids, and Serah would always have a special place in her heart. Serah was her first; it had been only the two of them for five long years.
"Please." Clarke touched Lexa’s shoulder, her palm warm and steady. "She’ll be okay."
Lexa’s jaw ached, but she nodded.
Clarke waited until Lexa had left the basement before knocking on the door again. "It’s just me."
It took a minute, but the door unlocked with a soft click. Clarke took one deep breath and understood, hiding her grimace with a cough.
"Oh, honey. It’s okay." She opened her arms, and slowly, weary, Serah accepted the hug.
The teenager had on a black t-shirt picturing whatever band was hot on the radio. The cloth was damp with sweat, and the collar tugged and pulled enough to sit loosely at her sweaty neck. She had a towel around her waist, one hand holding it tight.
Clarke checked her red eyes, took note of her heated forehead, and helped her to bed.
"When did it start?" Clarke asked, holding one hand next to Serah but giving her the option to touch it or not.
"Sometime last night." Serah’s voice was rough, all gravel and tiredness. "It just…" She hugged her own belly, sniffling. Clarke tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it away. "It hurts."
"I know." Clarke cleared her throat. "I’m going to get supplies and make some phone calls. Why don’t you take a shower and dress up in something light? No tight underwear."
Serah nodded, defeated, in pain, and ashamed. Maybe a little angry.
Yep, all the signs were there.
Clarke made her way back upstairs to find Lexa filling up bowls of cereal. She left the twins to their breakfast and approached Clarke, still in her robe. "What’s going on?"
"She’s alright." Clarke kissed her cheek. "I’ll take the day off to stay with her. Can you pick everyone up today?"
"Clarke, what’s going on?" Lexa’s cheeks were rosy with either anger or fear, and Clarke looked at the twins—who were focused on their sugary meal—and Lumi, who was making her own mess with a banana. She lowered her voice and said the only thing Lexa did not want to hear. "Serah is having her first rut. The first time it’s just pain and being uncomfortable. It will take her another year or so to mature her knot."
Lexa swallowed dryly, nodding, numb.
Her baby was rutting.
"I’ll pick up the twins and Lumi. Can you call Serah’s high school?"
Clarke nodded, her eyes calm and understanding, and Lexa hated her a little bit because of that.
"I know this is not easy for you—"
"It’s worse for her," Lexa said harshly, making her way to the stairs. "She’s at age. It’s normal. It’s normal, right?"
Clarke nodded, following her wife.
"She’s growing up. And she needs you now."
"Lexa…"
"You’re an alpha, she’s an alpha; you deal with this."
Clarke watched her trot up the stairs. She knew that had been a fear in Lexa’s life when it had been just her and Serah; how would Lexa deal with a rutting alpha teenager? Lexa had an entire plan by the time Serah was three, with Abby and Raven as emergency contacts. Everything changed when they reconnected, but that fear, that feeling of not being enough, was still present in Lexa’s heart.
And the plain rejection earlier did not help. 
"Lexa?" Clarke called, and Lexa’s shoulders rose as she stopped at the top of the stairs. "She loves you. That never changed."
Lexa’s shoulder lowered, but she didn’t stop, walking straight to their bedroom.
Clarke sighed and palmed her pants in search of her phone. It was going to be a long day.
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Lexa had a horrible day.
She couldn’t concentrate at work and didn’t add a single development to any of her cases. She constantly checked her phone for Clarke’s updates, but in the end, that was what really bothered Lexa: there was nothing she could do.
Her baby was growing up and didn’t need her anymore.
At least she had another three that would need her for a little longer, she thought, as she parked the car blasting Paw Patrol’s songs.
"Okay, one more time," Lexa said, eyeing the twins and Lumi through the mirror. "What are the rules?"
"We leave Serah alone," the three repeated in bored monotone. 
"Okay, good. Now let’s get inside because your mom made dinner."
The twins look at each other and gag.
"It’s pasta!" Lexa completed, and she watched her boys shrug and run inside. She took her time freeing Lumi from her car seat and followed her children inside.
The house was eerily quiet. 
"In here," Clarke called from the kitchen. "Dinner is almost ready." The twins and Lumi had disappeared upstairs. Lexa pecked Clarke’s lips, noticing her sports bra and shorts. "She’s napping. We went for a run. A long run."
Lexa nodded. "Is she… Is she okay? Is she in pain?"
"I asked the boys not to laugh at the icepack on her crotch and warned them their time would come."
Lexa tasted the boiling red sauce and added herbs from their spice cabinet. "Is she not going to join us for dinner?"
"Probably not. She ate some already." Clarke placed her chin over Lexa’s shoulder, stretching a little to do so. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. Busy day."
Clarke hummed, unconvinced. "Let her come to you."
"If she ever does that." Lexa tasted the sauce and added a pinch of salt. She turned to kiss Clarke’s cheek. "Call the kids. It’s ready."
"Don’t take the glory for my dinner."
"It’s canned tomato sauce and pasta, Clarke."
"Which I boiled perfectly to al dente." Laughing, Clarke left to gather their family for dinner. Most of their family, at least.
Serah didn’t leave her room until late in the night. The shower upstairs was running for Clarke. The twins were wrapping up their homework, and Lumi had been asleep for an hour. Lexa scrubbed pasta that had dried in the bottom of the pan, so focused on scrapping the offensive carbs that she didn’t hear the den’s door opening and closing. 
"Mom?"
Lexa stopped her endless scrubbing, turning to see Serah by the door. She hug one arm over herself, curls that were the identical copy of Lexa’s damp from a recent shower. 
"Hi, love." Lexa dropped the sponge and wiped her hands, her heart full and hurting at the dark circles under Serah’s eyes. She made to hug her daughter, but Serah flinched. Lexa tried to hide the hurt, but Serah’s eyes widened in guilt.
"You smell different," Serah explained. "I wasn’t expecting it."
Lexa breathed easier in relief. "A few things will change about how you scent alphas and omegas. It can be a little jarring at first."
"Mom told me." Serah sat at the kitchen island. "I’m not sure I like it." She wrinkled her nose, tired green searching Lexa and then moving away. "Can I feel it again?" Lexa sat next to her and held her hand. Serah approached carefully, her nose sniffling quietly next to Lexa’s neck. "Is that mom’s claim on you?" 
Blushing, Lexa nodded. "Yes. You will be able to tell mated pairs most of the time."
"It’s…" Serah got even closer, her nose brushing Lexa’s skin. Lexa couldn’t resist and kissed the top of her messy curls. "It’s fresh."
Lexa cleared her throat. "Well, I do share a bed with your mother." She felt the heat in her cheeks and watched as Serah pulled back, grimacing.
"Oh my god, am I going to be able to notice when you two—" She fake gagged, and Lexa smirked.
"Not really, and not all the time. But your instincts are wired to notice another alpha’s claim."
Serah closed her eyes and leaned down on the cold marble of the island, her forehead hitting the stone with a soft thud. "This is weird."
"Welcome to adulthood."
Serah turned and looked up at her mom. "I’m sorry about this morning." Her high cheeks were flushed pink. "It was really hurting."
Lexa ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair. She had a fuzzy undercut at her nape that was always soft to the touch. "It’s okay. I was worried about you."
"I’ll do better next time." She straightened up and threw herself into a hug. Lexa accepted it, inhaling the maturing alpha scent from her daughter’s neck. "Do you want to watch a movie downstairs?" 
Lexa hugged her closer. More than a decade ago, they would sometimes fall asleep watching something on their bed. When it used to be just the two of them. "Of course."
As Lexa watched some old animation movie with her daughter asleep on her chest, she realized that some changes are for the better. She wasn’t a single mom fighting to be enough for a rebellious teenager; she had a mate and a wife to help her with that. And no matter the changes Serah would go through, she would always be her little girl. Even if she was taller than Lexa already.
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lexa-griffins · 10 months
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Do you have an idea when farm clexa will be posted? Is it bad I’m looking forward to the angst? After seeing those gif set of Emily in saint x lose her shit and breaking down I feel like you’re going to use that as inspiration.
Farm clexa will be posted as ficlets from prompts people sent in (and im always open to prompts for Farm Clexa!).
After i post each ficlet I'll open up a poll with different prompts I have so people can vote on which they want to be next!
I have on ficlet for Farm Clexa up (Pumpkin Spice Craving) which is fluff and the next one will be a smut ficlet of pregnant Lexa being very horny for her wife. Once I post that one (hopefully around July), I'll open a new poll (without a smut option this time)!
Saint X alongside A Violent Separation have given me a delightful collection of inspo for the whole miscarriage plot and I cannot WAIT to write it but it will be the people's choice 😌
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talktomeinclexa · 2 years
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Eden (Canon Fix-It Post Season 4)
By: TalktomeinClexa
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None
Status: Complete (One-shot)
Summary: After the second Praimfaya, Clarke finds herself alone on Earth. Or so she thinks until the panther that swallowed the Flame and Lexa's consciousness leads her to Shallow Valley.
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Dawn was breaking over the canopy, the pink and light blue hue barely visible between the large trees. Clarke pushed her mount to gallop faster in fear that her absence would be noticed soon. She had thought it prudent to return to Arkadia. Amid Azgeda taking over Polis and ALIE’s former victims wreaking havoc on technology, Skaikru wasn’t safe in Polis. Who knew how long they had before the members of the Kongeda turned their rage toward them? Riding a horse in the dark was a venture in itself, and the blonde was grateful to Lexa for insisting on teaching her to ride. Lexa.
One of Clarke’s hands rose to touch the small metallic box hidden in her jacket’s outer pocket. Between the situation with Pike, the City of Light craziness, and the knowledge that the Earth would basically be inhabitable in six months, the former ambassador hadn’t had the time to begin to mourn her lover. Truth be told, she still couldn’t process how the Earth could continue to spin even though the beautiful, wise Commander was gone.
Seeing Lexa in the City of Light and expressing her feelings had alleviated some of her pain for a short while. But now that the coalition the brunette had fought so hard to create was on the verge of collapsing, Clarke was lost. And angry. So angry. At Titus for pulling the trigger and killing the woman he had sworn to protect. At all the warriors and ambassadors who pushed for war when all Lexa wanted for them was peace. At herself for challenging the brunette and arguing with her. For keeping her at bay when Clarke should have wrapped herself in the strong muscular arms instead. And above all, for encouraging her down a path that had led to her demise. And at Lexa too, which was the most painful part. For listening to the blonde, for changing the world too fast, for trusting her bald advisor. For walking in and taking the bullet meant for Clarke, for leaving her alone in that crazy world.
The rider gritted her teeth and wiped the tear rolling down her cheek. Now wasn’t the time to crumble. Not when she barely saw where the horse was going or when enemies could already be chasing her. She would have to avoid the ruins of TonDC, which brought her deeper into the forest than she would have liked.
Her horse was walking, resting from the long gallop she had put it through. Clarke estimated that it was around 8 AM, and she still had a long way to go before she could hide behind Arkadia’s high walls. For the first time since Mount Weather, she was looking forward to seeing the metallic structure and the relative safety it offered.
Lost in thoughts, she didn’t notice that her mount was growing nervous. It huffed, its head shaking left and right as if looking for danger.
When a yowl made itself heard from behind a bush, the mare reared. It threw the beginner rider down before taking off with a whinny. Clarke landed heavily on her back, the shock kicking the air out of her lungs and leaving her dazed for a few seconds.
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popchoc · 4 months
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WITH YOU I'M BORN AGAIN - A Clexa Fic
A new planet brings new enemies, but help is just around the corner. "I told you I’ll always be with you."
A The 100  / FTWD / TWD crossover, following two long lost lovers - together with their friends and foes - in their search for freedom.
Tags: Adventure | Romance | Friendship | Family | Conflict | Loss | Hurt & Comfort | Plot Twists | Canon until feb 2019 | What if they never landed on Sanctum? | Probably too much fluff for a zombie apocalypse | And yes most likely some quite some adult cuddling too ;-)
CHAPTER 57 — DAY 99-100: CLARKE
"I don't... I can't... feel anymore," I mutter, almost to myself. "Ever since that first day, that first wave of pain, I'm... numb." I lower my gaze. "It's like there's this lump of ice around my heart. Separating me from everything else. It's like... I know that the world is still turning, but I'm not really here. I don't feel it, I don't see it, everything is just..." "Gray?" I look up at her. "Yes! Everything is gray, and senseless, and... making me believe that... that I might be the one who's dead!" "But you're not," Lexa quietly answers, nodding towards her hand on my chest. "Your heart wouldn't be racing if you were." I shake my head. "I don't even know how to cry anymore. Which might sound like a win, but it's not. It's not, Lex, it's..." Without finishing, I promptly lean in again, muffling against her lips, "I need to feel again. You need to make me feel." My kiss is rough, close to aggressive, leaving her with no choice but to take it - reading and accepting my desperation for what it is. She lowers her hand, saves me that one barrier, and I immediately press against her - my body firmly pinning hers. But it's still not enough. "Please make me feel," I hear myself plead. My hands grab her hips, pull her into me. "Please..." That's when she stops me. "Hey, hey," she hushes softly, "I will, okay. I will. But not like this." She takes my arm, and when she starts leading me away from the wall, I let her. We lie down on the bed, on top of the sheets; our eyes connected the whole time. "No anger, no hurry, alright? I got this," she whispers. "I got you."
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mattie24601 · 6 months
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Flufftober (@flufftober) Day 6
Clexa family fluff at the pumpkin patch.
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thatiranianphantom · 8 months
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗
Thank you so much, Winter, this is so kind 💜
I am, sadly, my own worst critic, so it's hard to pick and yet I have surpassed the limit of 5 with some I actually like!
Hold Me Till It Sleeps (Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton/Eliza Hamilton)
It starts with a bottle of cough syrup, and the flatline of a heart monitor
(angsty hamilton fic, but I recently reread it and it kinda holds up!)
when the earth met the sky (the 100, clarke/lexa)
She closes her eyes.
Lexa would have wanted that dignity.
She closes her eyes and then she leaves.
Post Thirteen, Clarke burns with hate and remembers Lexa.
(I don't think I'll ever do better than this one. It is by far the darkest thing I've ever written, and honestly still my fave, even after I moved on from the Clexa fandom)
regret takes hold (we grow old) (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)
It's been seven years, and they're as good as strangers. But when family calls, Betty, Jughead, Archie and Veronica answer. As they come back to Riverdale, they find themselves tied up in a new mystery, much more personal than it seems. The investigation will take all four of them on a journey, and old feelings rise to the surface.
Could they even find their way back into each other's arms, or is it too late?
(A monumentous achievement: I finished a multichapter plot fic!)
until then (listen for her song) (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)
His breath comes in fast pants that have nothing to do with the chill in the air. He doesn’t understand it, but he does not allow himself to think of anything but when he will see her next.
Soon. Soon, he’ll hear her laugh. God, he loves her laugh.
After an accident, Jughead learns to survive.
(again, the darkest things I write are my faves. This one I loved, and I still love)
i'm right up the road (i'll share your load)
Betty and Veronica meet when they are fifteen and have kissed within three days of meeting.
It’s such a radical departure from the pastel monotony of Betty’s days that she begins to mark her life into pre and post-Veronica.
(This was one of my non-romantic faves. It's a friendship love story, and I highly prefer it to the bullshit that is currently Beronica on screen.)
she is gone (but she used to be mine) (Wynonna Earp, Wynonna Earp/Doc Holliday)
Alice Michelle Earp is born on August 25th, 2017.
Her daughter is born in August, delivered by her sister, on a pool table at Shorty’s.
(You will notice a theme that Mom!Wynonna is my weakness and I needed this.)
life after life, age after age (forever) (The 100, Elyza Lex/Alysha Clark)
It would figure.
You think you should have expected it.
Not only was she right about reincarnation, you just happen to be reincarnated into another fucking apocalypse.
(I barely remember writing this one, but it apparently did very well? I think it's still one of my top ones for kudos and bookmarks)
a soft epilogue (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)
This is how the story goes.
Don’t pretend you didn’t know it was a story. It’s been a story since the beginning. Since their town, once wholesome and pure, woke up to the murder of Jason Blossom. Before then, even. It was a story, and this is the boy and the girl’s story. Betty and Jughead.
Two people. Children, teens, adults, against the world. They’re strangers, once. Then he breathes an “also,” and she weaves her fingers into his and their lives are never the same.
(This was a different style of writing, kind of an omniscient narrator, but I really liked it. We all needed some fluff.)
no one else is singing my song (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)
Betty loves Jughead. Betty hurt Jughead. But Betty swears she won't drag him down with this. He's going to do great things, and if she has to sit in the back of the metaphorical theatre to watch, and hold her tongue, she will.
(Multichapter but with less plot. First appearance of Georgina. The real Georgina, btw, is now 14. She is sweet, kind and smart. She is my desktop background and I miss her every day.)
the lion and the unicorn (NCIS:LA, Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks)
The lion beat the unicorn all around town...
(If you write what is essentially the same story for multiple fandoms, it's still not plaigarism, right?)
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fratboykate · 2 years
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If Love’s So Easy, Why Is It Hard?
Chapters: 41/41 Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Rating: Mature Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa, Anya, Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake, Lincoln, Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Titus, Echo, Bellamy Blake, Monty Green, Jasper Jordan, Maya Vie, Harper, Emori, John Murphy, Gustus, Original Child Characters, More people show up down the line so I’ll add them as they come Additional Tags: Modern AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Drama, Anya & Lexa are siblings, Lexa & Costia (Mentioned), Clexa Babies, Clexa Family, Pregnant Clarke, Blood, Character Death Summary:
Two moms, four kids. What could possibly go wrong? The Griffin-Woods family seemingly has a perfect life, at least until Lexa’s (over?)zealousness as NYC’s top young prosecutor means she starts making some very dangerous enemies whose only goal is to remove her from the equation. By any means necessary.
[AO3 LINK]  -//-  [SOCIAL MEDIA AU]
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ao3feed-the100 · 11 months
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The Rich Man's Daughter (clexa ver)
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ge24HoK
by Lisahwasa
Clarke Griffin has the beauty and success everyone admires.
but will she ever get to fullfil what her heart truly desires?
She is a woman looking for answers.
is she willing to break her family's traditions?
can she defy society expectations to see the truth that will unfold before her very eyes and change her life for ever .....?
 A ground breaking story about painful discoveries and a journey to find true acceptance and unconditional love between two women the Truth will change their lives forever...
Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/F
Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes (The 100), Luna (The 100), Anya (The 100), Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Finn Collins, Roan (The 100), Echo (The 100), John Murphy (The 100), Indra (The 100), Gustus (The 100), Costia (The 100)
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Additional Tags: Falling In Love, Love Triangles, First Love, Love at First Sight, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Romance, Drama, Clexa, Soulmates Clarke Griffin/Lexa, lexa - Freeform
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ge24HoK
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tobinputaringonit · 5 years
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I have this problem where I insert Clexa into every movie I watch, and get the urge to write it into a fic.
Currently it's The Incredibles.
Clarke Griffin as Mrs. Incredible
Lexa Griffin as Elastagirl
Madison Violet Griffin, she goes by either Madi or Violet
Aden Dashel Robert Griffin, goes by Aden or Dash
And Jack Jack as Jack Jack lol
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unchartedcloud · 3 years
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The Stars Watch On - Chapter Fourteen
For the Throne
Part II of What We Deserve.
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Azgeda’s plan becomes apparent. To survive it, Lexa and Clarke will need every ally they can find.
It starts slow, the dawning look on Lexa's face; it grows as Clarke speaks, until Lexa's eyes are wide, awake, and looking straight through Clarke. "A vote of no confidence," she says quietly.
The spiral of thoughts comes crashing to a halt as Clarke just blinks. "A vote of no...they can vote you out?"
"It happens rarely," Lexa answers, her eyes still far away. She blinks twice and they come back, and she focuses again on Clarke as she stands straight. "Two, maybe three times at most. But rather than kill a Commander outright and risk open war, those who are loyal to her can have a vote. If the vote goes against her, the Commander can demand a trial by combat." Her jaw tightens a moment. "Otherwise, she faces execution. A new Conclave is held, and the Flame passes on as it always does."
“You’re chosen by a...by divine right, essentially. But your allies can just  vote to get rid of you?” Clarke can hear the incredulity in her voice, but she can’t help it. Somehow, after everything, this just doesn’t compute. “That’s...an interesting element of democracy to have carried over.”
Lexa blinks at her. "Democracy?"
“Never mind,” Clarke waves her left hand dismissively. “I’ll explain it later. So the Coalition, they can just...vote you out?” She glances back at the paper, still stuck and fluttering slightly against the wall. “If that’s the case, and that is Azgeda’s plan...then they’re trying to gather votes.”
"One chieftain," Lexa says, "One vote. It has been used as an alternative to drawing daggers in the throne room. There is little but tradition holding the Commander to recognizing the vote, I suppose, but...ignoring the will of the majority of the chiefs is unlikely to end well for anyone."
“I’m more concerned about how it ends for you than for the rest of them.” Clarke falls back into her chair with a heavy sigh and draws her palm down over her face. “We don’t have enough. They only need one more vote for a tie, two for a majority. And we barely have four. Fuck!” The cup in Clarke’s hand slams against the table in front of her, a huge crack appearing straight up the middle of the glass.
"Clarke." 
She looks up, and Lexa steps around the corner of the chair to look at the glass. She's already preparing a response for the lecture she thinks Lexa is about to deliver -  be careful, you'll cut yourself,  yada yada - but the Commander just looks at her, then bends down to pick up the broken glass in one hand.
"That was part of a set," she says disapprovingly, and returns it to the cupboard.
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bigg1999 · 11 months
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Hi there :-) What's your favourite of your own fics? What would you recommend to a reader and why?
Hello dear Anon! Sorry for the delay in answering.
To pick a favorite would be impossible, I love so many of my stories so much, which is why I've been writing the majority of them so many years. So I'm going to gush about my favorites, and why you should check them all out, haha.
To recommend to a reader, it would depend on what you enjoy.
I'm always pushing people to read Stardust. It's got so many good issues tied up in it, I feel like it could benefit people to read such a storyline, but, I know some people are not into the idea of transgender storylines, which, Stardust features pretty heavily. (In the same vein, there's also Screw Stardust, which is the same base storyline, only I've flipped who is trans, which is a WIP, but, I also love it so much)
If you want more canonverse Clexa, I just finished Depths of Love (which I assume is how you've found me, haha). It's unlike any of my other AUs, and has such an amazing idea. Like, I can not get over the storyline, and honestly, would love to see how one of the other talented writers in the fandom would write the same idea. I can not get over the fact it hasn't been done before, and a very special thanks to @sassymajesty for giving me the inspiration to finish it (three years later, but, oh well).
Then I'd say if you want soft and a lot of fluff, check out Softball. It's nowhere close to done, and I don't know if it will ever be, but it's such a soft idea of high school kids growing up and dealing with challenges and Clexa realizing their feelings for each other. It's honestly my most detailed fic, I have like, five pages worth of outlining for it, and a chapter by chapter guide set up, but it's just finding the time and the motivation to write it.
Then, if you're in the mood for some smut, I'd recommend Create Stardust. It's not really a fic, just a future of Screw Stardust (An AU of Stardust, haha) and it does feature Transgender Clarke, which, again, isn't for everybody, but, I think it's just so soft and one of my most beautifully written pieces. And, it's pretty hot, if I do say so myself, haha.
And then, (last rec, I swear) I would say Not the End if you want some angst. Lots of angst, and lots to come. It's a WIP, and nowhere close to done. Starts off full of confusion and hardships, and then realizes the truth, and trying to make sense and understand it from both sides. I don't think enough people start it with an open mind, and are too quick to hate Clarke, but, yeah. It's so fun writing this storyline and seeing how these complex characters deal with their impossible situations. It's not my best writing, but I'm enjoying it.
Then, last but not least, ones that are my favorites, but I wouldn't recommend as a reader (but I'm more than willing to gush about). Keep Holdin' On - This is angst city. It's so sad and I wrote it about 20 different times whenever I just needed a good cry. Not a deep story, but damn, it tugs at the heartstrings, well, mine at least. Not a lady - Game of Thrones AU. It's very different and very fun to write, but I have no idea how to tie my idea's together. I want Clarke to be so much more than a whore, but I have no idea how to make that fit into the GOT universe without changing everything about it. I've got a few ideas, but, I wouldn't recommend waiting around for me to figure it out, haha. Traitors - Harry Potter AU. I LOVE this idea. Griffins vs Woods. Griffins known for, well, Griffindor, and Woods are known for Slytherin, and Clexa coming in and BOTH of them 'ruining' their family's reputation? Clarke, who's always thought of herself as better than, always seen Slytherin as evil, slowly coming to realize, when she's placed into Slytherin, that maybe, things aren't always black and white? Poor baby Lexa, who was already the outcast in her family, giving them even more reason, now a Griffindor. GAH, just talking about it makes me wanna write it, honestly. I need to sit down and make a plan for a story, more than just them being little gay beans (or do I? Honestly, do I?)
Thank you so much for the question! I apologize for the wall of text. I'm an over-explainer. Hope that kinda answers your question? Or if you have any questions about a certain fic of mine, please reach out! More than happy to gush about any/all versions of my Clexa's. From stupid one-shots like Comet Girl, to my babies in Softball!
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blu3haw4 · 4 years
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Finally updated and finished Ho(rny)my 3/3 chapters from Clextober 2019
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lexa-griffins · 4 days
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First you gave us fluff with that soft ask of farm clexa having family picnics outside
Then you graced us with a masterpiece of Lexa's butt that had me staring like a whore
As if that wasn't enough, you surprised us with your clexa mummy au. Clarke as Rick and Lexa as Evie is chef's kiss
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I'm happy to hear I delivered a little bit of everything yesterday and that you enjoyed it ☺️☺️☺️🥰🥰🥰
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talktomeinclexa · 1 year
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15 and 34 plz & thx
15. What’s your favorite AU that you’ve written?
Oh no, it's like asking someone to choose their favorite child. That's just plain mean 😅 It depends on the mood; I guess. Sometimes I love the shorter fics I wrote, and sometimes I'm super proud of the long, historical ones I managed to finish. But overall, I guess Mend the Heart You Broke might be my favorite. It's a not too long modern AU I did recently and the first time I felt I could call myself a writer. It's not perfect, of course, but it feels like my style stopped plateauing and got better. Plus it's a good mix of angst and fluff and a Clexa family story which I'm a sucker for!
34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?
Great question! Not much, now that I think about it. Some places I went to figure in my stories, such as Palawan in Will You Be My Robinson? but other than that? Tough question.
I guess my love for history and fairy tales is a primary source of inspiration. Ad Astra Per Aspera and the two Pirates AU definitely come from there. I also have a sort of Shrek-inspired AU in the works right now. These are becoming a staple for me.
Also, I don't know if I would have written Our Revolution if I weren't French. Thinking of that chapter of our history, the Parisian streets... in some ways, it was more personal than other stories.
Thanks for asking 😊
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popchoc · 4 months
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WITH YOU I'M BORN AGAIN - A Clexa Fic
A new planet brings new enemies, but help is just around the corner. "I told you I’ll always be with you."
A The 100  / FTWD / TWD crossover, following two long lost lovers - together with their friends and foes - in their search for freedom.
Tags: Adventure | Romance | Friendship | Family | Conflict | Loss | Hurt & Comfort | Plot Twists | Canon until feb 2019 | What if they never landed on Sanctum? | Probably too much fluff for a zombie apocalypse | And yes most likely some adult cuddling too ;-)
CHAPTER 56 — DAY 98: MADISON
"Let's see if I get this right. You're not just saying you believe in reincarnation now, but you also think you remember exactly who you used to be?" I managed to make her sit down at the table with me, as long as she could keep an eye on Clarke and Madi, and to keep myself from interrupting her when she finally started to tell. Which wasn't easy, and doesn't mean I don't have loads of thoughts and questions. "No," Alicia shakes her head, "I don't remember my old life, I'm still living it. As well as I'm living this new life." Not able to help myself, I sigh. "Honey, I can tell you're very serious about this, but... you sound like someone with—" "—multiple personality disorder," she shrugs, a nervous laugh escaping her. "I know. I swear though, it's nothing like that." "Okaaay..." I slowly nod, dragging the word out to give myself a few more seconds to think, "What's it like then?" Falling back in her chair, Alicia rubs her face, then takes a deep breath. "It's like I just told you. I'm not just Alicia, I'm also Lexa. A former—" "—army commander that tragically died at young age," I finish her sentence with another sigh, "Yes, you said that, but Alicia... come on!" Beyond my control, I throw my arms in the air, yet catching myself on it, I immediately look away to calm myself, not wanting her to close up again. Whichever idea she's got into her head, at least she's telling me about it. When I turn back to her, she's watching me, motionless, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "I told you you wouldn't believe me," she lightly shrugs again, "Which is fine, I get it, but this is the story—the truth!—you asked for. Whether you take it or not.
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