#clexa parents

[bigg1999]

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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#clexa #clexa fic #clexa parents #clexa fanfic #clexa fanfiction #mama clarke #mama lexa #family fluff #clexa family fluff #he comes with #my fics #my fic

[lexa-griffins]

How old is Saige when she receives her bunnies? How did she react to her new pets? I just love all the posts you tag with Saige and her cute bunnies 🥰

Saige is about five years old when she gets her bunnies. I've mentioned before that they are a gift from Lexa's parents because Lexa mentions to them how obsessed Saige is with Peter Rabbit lately.

They come to visit them with a covered basket and give it to Saige as an early birthday present. At first, Saige thinks the basket is her present, and she's so excited even for it because it means she can use it to pick flowers and pretty rocks. Grandpa laughs and tells her to look inside the basket and when Saige open the flap she squeals as two little noses move agaisnt her hand, both with a little bow around their necks.

There is screaming. The high-pitched scream of an excited little girl that makes everyone wince a little, followed by gigglies and "thank you thank you thank you" as Saige grabs the bunnies out of the basket. She is so so so excited for them and the moment she holds one of the bunnies gently in her arms she is crying softly and looking at Lexa with a pout and a "mommy i love them so much already." We are talking same reaction to when she held her twin siblings for the first time.

Now, the truth is Lexa and Clarke did not know the bunnies were coming. Lexa mentioned it to her parents because Saige's obsession reminded her of her pet bunny when she was a kid, she wasn't fully expecting her parents to come and drop two new pets on their laps. They have the space for them and they have promised to provide the good for the bunnies but it is still a surprise. However it is good for Saige to learn to take care of them since she shows little interest in helping care for the other animals they have and making the bunnies her sole responsibility (within reason for a 5 year old of course 😅) is a good thing in their eyes. It also brings Lexa back to her childhood and it does warm her heart seeing Saige hold the bunnies as her siblings surround her and she teaches them how to pet them correctly, even more so when her mom rubs her arm and tells her how Saige has the same spark in her eye Lexa did.

Now Lexa and Clarke did wish this wasn't a Madi and her chicks pt 2 because now they are back to checking under beds and in the closet to make sure Saige didn't sneak the bunnies in her bedroom at bedtime 😅

#i always have to count the kids ages and where it falls in the timeline 🤣 #letter opened #farm clexa #heda-in-the-clouds #i also have thoughts^tm about Lexa's parents #how they were never extremely affectionate but clearly love their daughter and their grandkids #they are farmers by trade too and never had a lot of money #so when they can spoil the grandkids with these type of gifts they do try #they werent always the best parents - lexa was yelled at a lot and sometimes a little neglected #money was always tight too even more so than Lexa and Clarke's and they only had 1 kid #they had hopes for Lexa to grow up and stay on their farm and help out and basically stay there with them up until she was 30 #they even told her Clarke could move in but Lexa just needed to move out and be on her own with clarke #they were also very young when they had lexa barely 18 while abby and jake where in their early 30s when they had clarke #so yeah sometimes them popping up with the bunnies was a bit of a shock but very much what lexas used to

[owl127]

Can you talk more about alpha supreme Anya and her relationship with Lexa?

Lexa is the second in a 4 kids family, with Anya leading the pack. Anya and Lexa are alphas, while the other two youngsters are omegas (Tris and Igor). Anya is 6 years older.

Anya is what a textbook alpha "should" be: tall, strong, sexy, charming. All the things Lexa struggled to be. Of course, Lexa doesn't see all the challenges Anya has taken as the oldest of a single dad family, and as they get older, she's starting to realize that being a prime alpha is more than just being a sport legend in highschool. It's about skipping college to enlist because your dad's 3 jobs don't return enough income for your siblings to dream of college; it's about working since you're a teenager to make sure your younger siblings won't have to; it's about shielding your family from the hardships as you take on the burden.

And that's Anya.

Sexy, charming, tall, strong, elite Marines, and a daughter that stepped up to fill a void.

That's supreme alpha material for sure, and Lexa had big shoes to fill. She idealizes her sister, who ended up being her mother figure in a lot of ways.

So when Anya is in town, she's the center of Lexa's attention. Anya also has dibs on the family's car, and that's how Lexa found herself strained after a game when Anya couldn't pick her up.... But guess who was there to offer Lexa a ride?

#its clarke #plot twist #not really #clexa #ask the owl #abo #and then Clarke takes lexa to her place #a big house in the suburbs because clarke is an only child and super spoiled #her parents are out traveling and they have the house to themselves #and Lexa has a moment to realize how different they are #but also how clarke doesn't seem to care that Lexa's family is oh so very different #and they talk all night around pizza about family and lexa admits she feels she'll never be good enough to repay anya #and clarke is quiet just offering comfort #it's the first night they fuck with the lights on

[mikavlcs]

Rebels and Renegades

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader

Summary: Becoming best friends with a sentient hand brings many much-needed changes to your life, the biggest being the very girl he arrived at Nevermore with.

Warnings: this is so stupid, reader is incredibly unserious, many attempts at comedy, TERRIBLE pacing, bad writing, cursing, this doesn’t correlate properly with the timeline of the show but idc

Word count: 6.6k (sorry, this got very out of hand...get it?)

Notes: this is trash but it’s fun so who cares. this is entirely for @clexa-is-forever aka thing’s biggest fan. despite my writer’s block, i still had fun writing this. hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

If someone told you at the beginning of the school year that your best friend would be a sentient disembodied limb, you would’ve laughed in their face.

Not because you thought it would be too ridiculous or nonsensical, but because in your mind, it was far too interesting for what Nevermore Academy had to offer.

See, you were initially excited to transfer to Nevermore. To get away from the shallow depths of normie public school and be around people like you. But alas, it was too good to be true—or, maybe, you had gotten your hopes up too high.

Because it turned out that fantastical mythical creatures like vampires, werewolves, and sirens actually weren’t too dissimilar from their normie counterparts. They didn’t care about excitement or adventure or fun, they cared about partying and drinking and dating.

This duality created an atmosphere of contradictions. There were people with literal snakes for hair but also those stupid cliques of popular kids that liked to pick on people for no reason. Werewolves transformed into energetic beasts and prowled the woods together every full moon, but students’ biggest concerns were whom they were gonna ask to the school dance.

It was all strange and supernatural yet shockingly normal. And extraordinarily boring.

The disappointment you felt upon this discovery was immeasurable. It appeared that no matter how far you ran, you could never escape the clutches of adolescent desires and drama.

But there was nowhere else for you to go. This was it, your parents told you that definitively. So you resigned yourself to your fate and settled into life at Nevermore.

Months passed at a snail’s pace. Around the middle of the semester, a new student transferred in. Because nothing of substance happens, she was the talk of the town for a solid two weeks before her scheduled arrival, but you didn’t care.

You would admit that after finally seeing her, your interest was piqued. She certainly fit the murderer vibe. With her pallid complexation and dark eyes, she looked straight out of a black & white horror film, even complete with a black uniform instead of the standard purple (which you were so jealous of).

Temptation pulled at your chest whenever you saw her, but you decided to leave her alone. This school had disappointed you enough, you weren’t sure how you’d be able to handle even more. The decision to keep your distance was made and instead, you let your imagination run wild without the probable barriers of reality to inhibit it. 

Little did you know that only one day after the new girl transferred in, she inadvertently changed the course of your life at Nevermore forever. 

Advanced Gorgon Sciences, your last class of the day, had just ended and you were wandering campus wondering what you were going to do with your free time. You were contemplating going into Jericho when something smacked your cheek.

Pausing, you glanced down and found the offending object to be a small pebble. You followed its rough trajectory up to a ledge on your left and saw something scurrying across it. Against, your nonexistent better judgment, you moved closer and���

You blinked once, then twice, narrowed your eyes.

It was a hand—literally just a hand, cut off at the wrist but still scuttling and scurrying around with no problem.

So, you were definitely losing your mind. Honestly, it was about damn time.

Having nothing better to do, you decided to lean into the madness and approach the hand. At the sound of your footsteps, it turned and…looked at you? You weren’t sure, but it acknowledged your presence with a friendly wave.

You waved back, a laugh bubbling up in your throat as you hoisted yourself up to sit on the ledge.

Once you were up, you saw that the hand was fiddling with a makeshift slingshot, struggling to simultaneously keep it upright while loading and aiming it. His plight was fairly obvious and considering his circumstance, you couldn’t help but feel for him.

Abandoning the slingshot, the hand crawled over to you and started tapping insistently. It took much more brain power than it ought to for you to realize that he was trying to speak to you.

“Sorry, I don’t understand…that,” you apologized with a grimace. But an idea came to mind a moment later. “Can you write?”

The hand gave you a thumbs up. You dug around your backpack and pulled out a notebook along with a pen, flipping it open to an empty page and slid it over, setting the pen down on top. He picked up the pen and got to work, pushing the notebook back toward you a minute later.

Curious, you looked at the messy scrawl below.

Sorry, was aiming for the guy behind you.

You nodded understandingly. “It’s fine. Could I ask why you’re launching pebbles at students?”

You waited once more as he scribbled his answer and peered down when he pushed the paper over.

For fun.

Again, you nodded. You could respect that.

“Well, do you mind if I join you?” you asked, nodding toward the slingshot. “I’d imagine it would be a lot easier to aim with an extra pair of hands. And the accompanying body,” you added awkwardly at the end, hoping it wouldn’t offend the little guy.

Thankfully it didn’t. He gave you an excited thumbs up, scuttling back over to the slingshot while you scooted over. While he loaded another pebble into the pouch, you scanned the area below for your next victim.

Your eye snagged on a vampire for no real reason other than the fact that he just kinda looked like an asshole.

You pointed to him below. “How about him?”

Thing gave you another thumbs up. Nodding, you held the slingshot in place while Thing drew the pebble back and let it fly.

The shriek that came from your victim almost made you blow your cover. You grabbed Thing and hurriedly crawled back to where you were both out of sight, barely containing your giggles. Once the coast was clear, you cracked, pitching forward with your laughter as Thing drummed his fingers against your arm in what you assumed was amusement.

“That was amazing!” You looked down at him, smirked. “Wanna do another one?”

He tapped your hand enthusiastically, making your smile widen.

Thus was the beginning of an amazing friendship. Well, amazing for you and Thing—not for the rest of Nevermore.

The two of you were a match made in hell. Together you brainstormed a plethora of good pranks to pull on unsuspecting students and teachers.

Putting spiders (fake or otherwise) in students’ lockers. Setting glitter traps on top of classroom doors so whichever unlucky soul walks through first gets showered in glitter. Slipping mentos into people’s sodas. Setting trip wires to watch people faceplant around campus and many more.

It was glorious. Your own personal reign of terror, even.

Principal Weems had her suspicions, but no matter how many times she tried to catch you in the act, you slipped through her fingers. And without proof, her hands were tied. So you and your companion were free to keep enjoying your schemes so long as you were discreet.

For the first time since you enrolled, days passed by in what felt like minutes, the personification of the saying time flies when you’re having fun.

Through it all, you often wondered where the little guy was when he wasn’t with you. You hoped that he wasn’t causing too much mischief without you. He was your partner in crime, after all.

Two weeks in, you decided to ask him at breakfast.

The two of you were at your usual table in the corner of the cafeteria. You were ranting about an upcoming Lycanthrope History test while Thing was launching the grapes you gave him to play with at nearby tables. After your rant, you finally gave in to your curiosity.

“So, what exactly are you doing at Nevermore? I know this place houses some strange students but, something tells me you’re not here to learn.”

He flicked a grape with precise aim, nailing a gorgon right on the forehead before giving you a series of taps. Your face scrunched in confusion.

“Babysitting? Babysitting who?”

Nothing could have prepared you for his answer.

“Wednesday Addams?!”

Your voice came out much louder than intended, turning a few heads around the cafeteria and making Thing jump. You didn’t care, plowing forward in your questioning.

“You’re ‘babysitting’ the school’s homicidal maniac?”

His stance straightened, his nonverbal tone somehow indignant as he corrected you.

You gave him a pointed look. “Attempted homicide isn’t much better, buddy.”

He seemed to contemplate flicking another grape, but seeing Miss Thornhill looking around, he chose not to. Instead, he drummed his fingers inquisitively at you, teasingly waggling his fingers at the end. You gave him another sharp look, insulted by his implication.

“Scared? What, no! This is amazing news,” you exclaimed. Then, an idea arose. “Hey, do you think she’d let us borrow any of her stuff for pranks?”

Thing mournfully shook his wrist. You let out a deep sigh, slumping over again. “Yeah, I guess I should’ve expected that answer.”

Wednesday didn’t really come up in conversation after that. You asked a few more times about her willingness to let you borrow her things, but after receiving the same answer, you gave up. Your paths had yet to cross, and you assumed that it would stay that way. But the universe seemed to have other plans.

The first time you formally met her was about a month after she transferred.

It was an appropriately cloudy day and you and Thing had just successfully completed a heist. You were in the Weathervane, both gushing over the fact that you had managed to steal fifteen scented lotions from Jericho’s local Bed, Bath & Body Works when a sharp voice interrupted you.

“So this is who you’ve been running off with these past few weeks.”

Both you and Thing flinched, looking up to see the Wednesday Addams staring down at you and your partner.

Offering a wave, you said, “Hey, Wednesday. Want a scented lotion?”

She ignored you completely. Her eyes barely scanned your figure before she was turning her full attention to Thing, her arms crossing over her chest in vindication.

“I knew you had to have an accomplice. You’re nowhere near nimble enough to properly set a trip wire by yourself.”

Thing slumped, obviously disheartened by the statement, but before you could defend his honor, your mind caught on something else.

“Wait…” You looked over at Thing, offended. “Have you been taking full credit for our pranks this entire time?”

Sheepish, Thing bowed, giving your hand an apologetic pat. You moved it away, crossing your own arms over your chest.

“Since this is your first offense, I’ll forgive you. But do it again and I’m keeping all of the profits from our future heists, got it?”

Thing jumped in alarm, tapping urgently. You smiled. “Good.”

Wednesday looked between you both, clearly unimpressed. You decided to take your shot again.

“You know, the lotion offer still stands.” You rifled through the lotions, taking note of their scents, and glanced back up with an apologetic look. “Though, we don’t have one that smells like stage 4 human decomposition, sorry.”

Again, she just stared blankly. You swore you saw her eye twitch but still, she said nothing and glared at Thing.

“Be back at the dorm by 7.”

With that, she turned and marched out of the café, leaving everyone in her path to fearfully stumble out of her way. Both of you watched, rapt, as she slammed the café door open and nearly nailed an approaching customer in the face.

Once she was out of sight, you turned to Thing. “Y’know, I think that went well, buddy.”

Thing said nothing.

You thought that would be the end of it, and honestly, you would’ve been fine if it had been. You made a good first impression and she now knew you existed. A double win!

But again, it seemed that someone had other plans—though this time it wasn’t the universe, but Thing.

Now that you and Wednesday had been semi-acquainted, Thing began inviting you to their dorm for hangouts frequently (because it was “his dorm too” …you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise). This set a few things in motion.

First, you met Wednesday’s roommate, Enid.

Enid was nice. A little hyper, like she was on a permanent sugar rush, but sweet, nonetheless. She gave you free manicures and skincare advice, and even let you borrow some things for pranks, so you hadn’t a single bad thing to say about her.

Second, you found out that you were very bad at scaling buildings.

Due to both curfew and Wednesday’s usual disapproval of your presence, Thing insisted on smuggling you in. By throwing a rope down to your balcony for you to climb. And…let’s just say that it’s a miracle you even survived the first time.

And finally, most importantly, you and Wednesday began to grow closer.

Only by about a centimeter, but progress was progress. And through sheer willpower and repeated exposure, you wormed your way into the tolerance stage, which is farther than most people who came into contact with Wednesday got, so you were proud.

She wasn’t warmer per se, but the sight of you in her dorm was no longer met with a throwing knife, just a death glare and some tentative (mostly one-sided) conversation if she was in a good mood. It was a big win.

Now that she wasn’t orchestrating any attempts on your life, you grew…not protective, but defensive of her, and Enid for that matter. Enid was your friend and Wednesday was…Wednesday. Willingly or not, they were part of your small circle.

So when a werewolf insulted Wednesday right to her face the day before the Poe Cup, well who could blame you for getting a little revenge?

You overheard him call Wednesday a frigid bitch, and he was right, but he didn’t have to say it like it was a bad thing. In retaliation, you and Thing gave him a special surprise involving shampoo and some of Enid’s hair dye that you were very excited to see the next day.

And it didn’t disappoint. Seeing the flash of bright pink amongst the Furs, and a matching flush of embarrassment that was nearly the same color was the highlight of your day.

At least it was until the Black Cats emerged from their tents.

Given your positioning, you were only able to see them once they started climbing into their canoe, and needless to say that the team’s roster shocked you. There were a few girls you didn’t recognize up front, then Enid and, as her co-pilot in the back, Wednesday.

Your jaw dropped. Because not only was she competing in the competition, but she was also wearing a skintight black catsuit, complete with ears and a tail.

The laugh you let out was so loud that it startled the surrounding crowd. You felt something poking your leg, and looking down, you found Thing standing by your feet. You bent down, glancing over to the Black Cat’s boat.

“Hey, you helping out Wednesday and Enid?”

He bowed in confirmation. Nodding, you stuck out a hand.

“Punch at least one siren for me, alright bud?”

He shook your hand firmly, a promise to fulfill your wish, and crawled off to the boat.

The event itself was rather dull. With the way Enid explained it, you were expecting something a bit more grandiose, but in reality, it was just standing around and watching for boats. Boring.

But hey, it gave you a half-day of classes, so who were you to complain?

The results though, were much more interesting.

For the first time in decades, the trophy went to Ophelia Hall. You were happy, not because you had any buried school spirit, but because you knew how much Enid wanted this. Seeing the fish get knocked down a peg was a nice bonus.

Afterward, you pushed through the crowd to try and find Enid so you could personally congratulate her, but before you could spot her, you bumped into her co-pilot. Literally.

Blindly, you steadied the smaller girl by the shoulders, a sorry on the tip of your tongue, but it got swallowed down as you were crudely reminded of her current state of dress. You tore your eyes from her outfit and dropped your hands back to your side, meeting her glare with what you prayed was a straight face.

“Hey, Wends. Congrats on the win! Love the outfit by the way,” you said, trying your absolute hardest not to crack a smile. The large ears were making that exceptionally hard, however.

She scowled. “Don’t call me that and for your information, I was forced to wear this.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to say anything without laughing. Thankfully, it seemed Wednesday wasn’t finished speaking anyway.

“I noticed that werewolf’s hair is now a rather putrid shade of pink,” she said. “Did you perhaps have something to do with that?”

Once again, you found yourself unsuccessfully fighting off a smile. “I can neither confirm nor deny your suspicions. But it suits him, don’t you think?”

Before she could respond, a soaking wet Thing pulled on your pant leg and excitedly began recounting what happened. You bent down again, nodding along with his story, and beamed at him once he finished.

“Right in the eye?” you reiterated, and Thing confirmed. “That’s awesome. I knew I could count on you.” You gave him a quick high five then scooped him up, drying him off on your uniform and setting him on your shoulder.

You stood back up and saw that Wednesday was still there, staring at you so intently that you were sure she was somehow looking straight through you.

Cocking your head to the side, you went to ask if she was alright, but that must’ve knocked her from her stupor because, without another word, she spun on her heel and walked off, leaving you to stare at the spot she just occupied, thoroughly bewildered.

“That was weird,” you commented. Thing gave an agreeing pat.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t question her about it since you didn’t get the chance to speak with her again until exactly three days later.

It was just after dinner. Thing invited you over to help prepare a new scheme, and who were you to say no to the little guy?

Enid was visiting Yoko in the infirmary and Wednesday was nowhere to be seen, so it was just you and Thing, sitting by the window hard at work.

You tied the water balloon in your hand and held it in front of you, giving it a contemplative look. “You’re sure these will only give them bad rashes, right?”

The only response you received was a shrug, which was good enough for you, so you picked up the next one and got to filling it up. Not one to work in silence, you voiced a thought you’d been holding in for a while.

“So, do you breathe? Like, would be able to drown if you stayed under the water for too long?”

Thing shook his wrist matter of factly. You gasped.

“That’s so cool.” The flustered thuds you heard after made you chuckle.

Satisfied, you went back to filling balloons, but your head popped up only a minute later, another burning question on your mind. “If you can’t eat or drink, then what physically sustains you to keep you alive?”

Without missing a beat, Thing tapped out his answer.

“The misery of others?” You snorted. “Yeah, I guess that tracks.”

Conversation lapsed into quiet as you both focused on your tasks, and your mind wandered.

You wondered where Wednesday was. The hour just after dinner was her designated writing hour, and it was very unusual for her to be missing it.

You hoped that she’d be back soon, even if she only glared at you the rest of the night. Just seeing her would be enough to satisfy you.

Because in a somewhat cruel twist of irony, you were now falling victim to the very same feelings you mocked others for getting caught up in, and even more brutal was the fact that you didn’t mind all too much. Mostly because it was Wednesday.

Now, you were no poet or writer. You weren’t going to wax poetic and spew a thousand grandiose metaphors about how her eyes resembled that of a starless sky, no.

Wednesday was really pretty and genuinely interesting, and she looked at you like a predator wanting to tear apart its prey. And really, that’s all it took for you to dive right off that cliff’s edge into infatuation.

There was a certain excitement in knowing that she could dismember you with surgical precision if you ever went just a little too far, an irresistible thrill to be found in constantly toeing that line. Like walking a tightrope with life and death teetering on a knife’s edge—the perfect counterbalance to the endless loop of monotonous boredom your life had seemingly fallen into before her and Thing’s arrival.

The sound of the door opening interrupted your train of thought, and you whipped your head just in time to see Wednesday stride in with a book cradled in her arms and her usual annoyed expression adorning her features.

You perked up, and out the corner of your eye, you saw Thing do the same.

“Hey! How’s Nevermore’s resident tiny terror doing today?”

“Call me that again and I will disembowel you,” came her cheerful reply. You snorted.

“Uh-huh.” You finished tying the last balloon and looked back up, seeing Wednesday eyeing your prep work with distaste.

“Are those water balloons?” she asked, clearly unimpressed.

“Yep. They’re filled with holy water so we can throw them at the vampires who were teasing Enid last week for not being able to shift.” You grinned. Wednesday’s eyes widened a fraction.

“That’s insane,” she commented. Then after a beat, “Make sure to film it on your cellular device so I can watch as well.

“Of course,” you assured her, giving a dramatic bow as well. She rolled her eyes, and you watched her resign to her desk. Unable to contain your curiosity, you piped back up, “So what took you so long? I was expecting you to come in and kick me out hours ago.”

Her reply was instantaneous. “I discovered a secret passageway in the school, committed theft, and became the target of an attempted kidnapping.”

A twinge of jealousy pierced your gut. How come she always got to do the fun stuff? You quickly shook it off, focusing on the first thing she said.

“A secret passageway?” you asked, already thinking of ways to possibly utilize the space for you and Thing.

“Yes, I solved a riddle and uncovered a passageway hidden behind the Edgar Allen Poe statue in the quad.”

The Edgar Allen Poe statue… Recognition sparked, and the pieces slotted together, some of your prior jealousy abating.

“Ohh, you got kidnapped in the Nightshade’s Library?”

Finally, she looked at you, gaze so sharp it could’ve cut you in two. “How do you know about that?”

You and Thing shared an unsubtle sideways glance.

“Uh—”

“So what fingers do you do it with? Thumb and ring finger or thumb and middle finger?”

The pressing question was delivered in a whisper. It was late—at least an hour after lights out, but Thing promised to teach you how to snap before he left for his dorm.

So to avoid being caught, you and the appendage were tucked into the corner of a small hall that branched off from the quad. You were hunched against a tall Edgar Allen Poe statue while your companion stood next to you.

Thing waggled his fingers and pointedly put his thumb against his middle finger. You nodded and copied his movements, rubbing the fingers together to get a feel for it.

“So I just…”

You pressed the fingers together and made the snapping motion a few times in quick succession, beaming up at him when you managed to produce a few low sounds.

Suddenly, a deep rumble emanated from the ground beneath you as the statue you were seated on began to shift. You leapt to your feet, quickly grabbing Thing and placing him on your shoulder. You both watched, baffled, as the statue moved to reveal a long winding staircase.

Taking in a breath, you shared a look with Thing then looked back to the open pathway.

“Holy shit!”

“No reason,” you said far too quickly to be believable. Before she could question you further, you cleared your throat and moved on. “Did you have fun?”

“No. They were imbeciles that didn’t even know the basics of the art of abduction. It was pitiful.”

You frowned. “Oh. Sorry about that. I hope the next one is better.”

Wednesday shot you a strange look, studying you carefully before mumbling out a barely audible thank you, and turning back to her desk.

Since you were finished with the balloons, you slumped back against the window. There was nothing to do, so you couldn’t be blamed for the way your eyes drifted back to Wednesday’s hunched form. Nosiness tugged at you. You wanted to know more about what she stole and why, and a glance at Thing told you that he did too.

Extending your arm for him to climb, you waited until he rested securely on your shoulder before heading to Wednesday’s desk to see what she was up to.

Lying flat on the wood before her was the book, opened to an illustration. On the left page was what looked to be a pilgrim extending a staff toward the figure on the right, who somewhat resembled Wednesday. You squinted. Scratch that, the girl on the right looked exactly like Wednesday.

“Is this what you stole?”

“Yes, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t look over my shoulder like that.”

Her words went in one ear and out the other, your mind too busy trying to decipher the meaning of the drawing to actually listen. Finally, the identity of the mystery pilgrim clicked, and you asked, “Why’d someone draw you in a picture with Crackstone?”

Her head whipped over to you, all complaints of you being there gone. “You know who this is?”

“Yeah,” you answered, “Joseph Crackstone. He’s like, Jericho’s chief colonizer. Founded the whole town or something.”

She didn’t respond, seeming to take in the information, but you didn’t want the conversation to die quite yet, so you carried on.

“Outreach Day is next week, are you excited? I, for one, am pumped to do menial work for no pay.”

“No, I’m not,” she said, then appeared to rethink her answer. “Actually yes, but not because of the forced child labor. I already have plans to further my investigation in Jericho.”

You perked up, leaning forward to try and catch her eyes. “Can I come?”

She didn’t even bother looking back at you when she answered, hard and firm.

“No.”

-

“Thanks for letting me come along, Wends!”

Wednesday clenched her jaw, expelling a sharp breath through her nose. This was the third time you’d said that in the past four hours, and while she was able to ignore the other two, the addition of that stupid nickname made holding herself back a third time impossible.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? And you’re only here because someone,” she sent Thing a murderous glare, “refused to cooperate without your agonizing presence.”

Your eyes widened, darting over to the hand resting on your shoulder. “Really?”

Thing gave a shy wave. A wide smile spread across your cheeks in response.

“Well thanks for advocating for me, bud. It means a lot,” you said with a hand over your heart, sounding far too cheerful for someone that just chased a dangerous monster.

Wednesday didn’t bother dignifying you with any more responses, turning back to the woods ahead. But that got her thinking.

Why had she let you come anyways?

There was no good reason that came to mind. You were insufferable. The human embodiment of vexation and foolishness and petulance. You were, in essence, all the traits she disliked in the general human race given physical form.

And yet, she had allowed you to come along.

Yes, Thing asked her time and time again to permit your presence, but instead of threatening his life like she should have done, she gave in with the silent promise of revenge.

It made no sense. You pushed boundaries, disobeyed orders, and disregarded her threats and insults with a garish smile like they were no more than a joke heard in passing.

And only now did she realize that she found it far less irritating than she did when she first met you.

The answer to why was unclear, but Wednesday wasn’t sure if that was because she was genuinely unsure of the reasoning behind her decision or because she didn’t want to figure it out.

Your annoying voice thankfully halted her mind’s trajectory.

“Of course, you’re my favorite Addams. You’re my best friend, the only other five-fingered appendage I’ll ever need in my life. Plus, Wednesday hates me so there’s no competition.”

Wednesday was once again stunned by the inane conversations you and Thing have on a daily basis. Some of the talks she’d overheard in the past months could be unironically described as mind-numbing.

Deciding to have some fun to pass the time, she turned to fully face you, running her eyes over your form before speaking.

“I don’t hate you.”

She watched your eyes go wide and you looked at her with some odd form of hope. The corners of her lips twitched.

“I despise you. There’s a difference.”

Your head dropped exaggeratedly, but when you looked up again there was a smile on your face, making any notion of hers disappear.

She couldn’t stand that—the way you were never put off by anything she had to say.

Enid had the same tendency to shrug off her threats, but even she was unnerved when she first met Wednesday. But not you. Wednesday couldn’t think of a single time when anything she said, threat or otherwise, made you uncomfortable or fearful, and there was seldom anything that got under her skin more.

“That was mean, Wednesday. Really mean.” She noticed Thing say something on your shoulder and you gave a playful gasp in response. “Don’t laugh, Thing. That wasn’t funny,” you said, even though you were giggling yourself.

At the sight and sound of your laughter, something strange happened. Something combusted within her, and the flames spread, licking her sternum with an uncomfortable intensity. Like someone crudely lit a match and let it fall inside of her chest, allowing the fire to wreak havoc on her insides. It was unpleasant.

Even more unpleasant was the knowledge that this was not the first time this had happened. And that was but another in the long list of reasons why she shouldn’t have permitted your presence today.

She faced forward abruptly and kept walking, but you entered her peripheral moments later, no doubt ready to bother her with something.

As always, she was proven correct. “Hey, so you said that Crackstone was in that vision with your ancestor, right? And he killed a bunch of outcasts?”

“Correct.”

That mischievous smile she had come to recognize spread across your face, pulling your lips up at a slightly uneven angle.

“What do you say we get a little revenge?”

“And how exactly do you propose we get revenge on a pilgrim that died centuries ago?” she inquired skeptically.

You hummed. “Undecided but you go on ahead and just let the masterminds cook for a bit. I promise we’ll come up with something great.”

You and Thing flashed her a simultaneous thumbs-up, to which she just blinked. Not needing to be told twice, she started walking again, leaving you both to linger behind. Once there was a sufficient distance between you and her, she slowed slightly.

Though she had just made a vital discovery for her case, she figured this brief period of quiet would be better spent unpacking that persistent internal conflagration that flared whenever you were near.

Deigning to use her tried and true investigative process, she tried to start from the beginning, to gather all the information she had and prepare it for analysis, but she immediately got lost because truthfully, she couldn’t pinpoint the start of your assimilation into her daily routine.

Her…acquaintanceship with you made little sense, even to her. Especially to her. The same could also be said about her budding friendship? with Enid, but that was easier to parse.

Enid was her roommate; someone she quite literally couldn’t avoid since they lived together. But you weren’t. You were Thing’s friend, sure, but that didn’t answer the question of why Wednesday was becoming entangled with you as well.

However, looking at it from a logical perspective, it somewhat made sense.

A mutual penchant for mischief and practical jokes is what drew you and Thing together. In that same vein, she supposed that your insatiable appetite for adventure and her unquenchable thirst for triumph put you both on a collision course that neither of you could prevent. Especially in such a creatively stagnant climate as Nevermore.

A rebel and a renegade—two of a kind. You understood her and, as much as she didn’t want to admit it, she understood you.

She just didn’t know how to interpret the unexpected side effects that came with that mutual understanding.

(That was a lie, she realized. Somewhere deep down she knew, but she didn’t want it to mean what she thought it might. After all, she couldn’t possibly be letting someone like you turn her into an apostate to her own beliefs and morals…right?

She thought back to what she said to her mother on her first day, how hypocritical her words looked in the face of this dilemma. God, how pitiful of a circumstance she found herself in.)

Either way, Wednesday had allowed the sparks to ignite, and she knew that any chance she had of tempering the subsequent wildfire it caused was lessening with every moment she knowingly spent with you in her space.

Part of her didn’t want to anyway.

Approaching voices behind her caught her attention. Focusing on the present once more, she listened in.

“That’s an awesome idea, right?” she heard you say lowly.

Wednesday rolled her eyes. Everything was either cool, awesome, or amazing to you. She desperately needed to expand your vocabulary if you were going to be sticking around. For her sanity.

Wet footsteps neared, and you ran ahead of Wednesday, turning to face her with a demeanor resembling that of an excitable puppy. She sped up her pace, but you matched it, even while walking backward.

“Ok, Wednesday, plan secured. You know what I need?”

“A thesaurus?”

You blinked, brows furrowed, then shrugged. “Yeah, probably but I was actually gonna say that I need gasoline, and matches.”

“Well, there’s a hardware store a block down from the Weathervane, you could get gasoline from there. I have the matches covered.”

“Oh?” Your eyebrow quirked, a grin appearing along with it. “You have matches on you?”

“Of course. I carry a box with me everywhere I go.”

Your smile widened.

Wednesday ignored the flames ravaging her organs and asked, “Are you going to tell me what this ‘plan’ is?”

“And ruin the surprise? No. All I’m gonna say is that you should have another song prepared for the unveiling.”

She narrowly avoided rolling her eyes again. Given the materials you needed, Wednesday had a good idea of what you were planning anyway, and thankfully, she had just the song in mind.

The three of you parted ways as you reentered the town proper, you and Thing running off to gather supplies, and Wednesday, after handing her matches over, headed into the square to prepare her cello.

Unsurprisingly, she was the first person there. She sat in the seat by her cello, languidly checking its strings more out of a need for something to do than because she needed to. Her cello was always perfectly tuned.

It didn’t take very long for you to follow, running into the square with a canister of gasoline and a bag of what looked to be gunpowder. She heard a low “let’s blow this fucker back to hell, Thing” before you split up, Thing pouring the gasoline in the base of the statue while you created a trail of black powder from the statue to behind the bleachers.

Wednesday watched you, the familiar feeling of being proven right tugging her lips upward. If nothing else, your flair for the dramatic was commendable.

You both finished and took refuge behind the bleachers just as people started filing in for the ceremony. As the normie high school band set up behind her, she took note of how nobody looked particularly enthused to be here (besides Enid, who would somehow find a way to be excited to watch paint dry).  

Soon, the ceremony was underway, and it was as underwhelming as Wednesday expected it to be. Just a plethora of fake smiles, stale claps, and off-key notes from the laughingstock of a “band” performing with her.

An explosion might not even be enough to resuscitate the audience at this point.

Once the fountain was turned on, Wednesday sent a sideways glance to you and you nodded, signaling something to Thing on the ground below. A trail of smoke and the telltale sound of burning gunpowder followed and Wednesday felt her dead heart begin to pick up pace at the thought of the coming anarchy.

Finally, the looming bronze figure burst into a brilliant ball of flame, the sound of the blast washing away the wretched off-key notes of the incompetent band behind her.

As the panic began to set in, her fingers moved on their own, relishing the familiar feel of the aching, discordant cords of Vivaldi’s Winter.

In moments, Jericho’s empty streets were flooded with people running in terror as sirens wailed in the distance. The harmonious screams that erupted from both outcasts and normies alike were almost more pleasant to her ears than the song that she was playing.

Principal Weems glared at her from afar, eyes narrowed in brewing suspicion, and Wednesday stared right back, lips coiling into a poisonous smile.

Tearing her eyes away from the principal, she peered through the haze of the smoke toward the bleachers. You were watching her with wide, awestruck eyes and a smile. You only looked away briefly to give Thing a fist bump before turning back toward her, but her gaze never faltered from you. Even with all of the glorious chaos happening around her.

That horrible, detestable feeling in her chest returned with a vengeance, blazing brighter than the raging fire to her right. But in this moment, she welcomed it, let it fuel her as the music reached its climax.

As the warm orange glow of the flames reflected off the raw excitement and amazement in your eyes and her treacherous song came to its end, Wednesday recognized that perhaps neither hatred nor disdain was quite the right word to describe how she felt for you after all.

And perhaps becoming a heretic and a hypocrite wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world after all (though it would certainly be close). 

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega #quality is 2/10 but fun factor is 9/10 #at least for me idk

[unchartedcloud]

Chapter 1: It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

Lexa Woods - divorcée, parent, and owner and proprietor of the Polaris Inn - has her hands full trying to manage her small, ski-side inn as the winter holidays descend on her equally small town. Amidst the craziness, she certainly doesn't anticipate finding an unconscious blond out on the back trails, who later wakes with no memory of who she is. Unwilling to condemn her to a hospital bed for the holidays, Lexa offers the mystery woman a room at her inn until she recovers her memory - and recovers her sense of romance along the way. In other words: a Clexa AU loosely based on the Lindsay Lohan Netflix movie. Also known as the Hallmark AU.

Read on Ao3.

#clexa #clexa fanfic #clexa fanfiction #the 100 #the 100 fanfiction #clarke griffin #lexa woods #commander lexa #modern au #hallmark au #my fic

[penny-anna]

anyway some further points of interest re the f/f poll:

a number of people mentioned that they could only think of children's cartoons. in the nicest possible way I think this is a you problem. u can have a look at the current ao3 top 100 f/f ships here if you're interested in seeing what else popular.

Swanqueen IS the no 1 once upon a time ship (a couple of people were questioning this)

i don't actually think i saw anyone mention Clexa? it's actually the reason i didn't say 'most popular' bcos its the no 2 choice in The 100 fandom.

i was sure Steven Universe would be in the 'most popular ship is f/f' category but i was forgetting about uhh Steven/Connie dlkghflkjgh. i do think the tag is maybe a little skewed by the fact that a lot of stuff that's essentially gen might be going under Steven/Connie? but it's in first place by a LOT.

I don't think anyone mentioned Squid Game, which is an interesting case where there's a lot more m/m fic but bcos it's split across 3-4 different parents the single f/f ship is Winning.

someone mentioned MLP: Friendship is Magic & I'm baffled to report that the no 1 ship for that one on ao3 is Fluttershy/Discord (I've only watched a tiny bit of the show. does this make sense to anyone else??)

somebody mentioned Frozen so i just checked that one and uhh. DEAD fucking heat over there lmao.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Stealing the other anon’s question! Whats the best sex CI Clexa has ever had?

The answer to that changes a lot over the years because these two are certifiable nymphos 🥴 While previously Lexa's never been big on touch, Clarke's main love language always has and always will be touch. And over time that intimacy between them helps break down a lot of Lexa's barriers and aversion to physical affection, which really opens up their sex life to a whole other existence. At first they easily would've sais the days of sneaking around were the most thrilling - the fear getting caught, the illicit taboo of it all as they slowly grew in love. But then they moved out and got their own place, and that was something entirely different. Then they could fall into bed whenever the hell wanted. And they did. To an annoying degree. Like most "new" couples, they just couldn't keep their handa off each other. Entire days spent fucking and obsessed with each other. It felt pretty life altering. And then good god, they got married, and there was the bliss of all that. The several months long honeymoon spent christening any stable surface they could get. The constant rush of being newly weds and starting their life together. The sex was just... it felt like it was on an entirely other level.

But then life happens. And they settle into the minutia of being married; the every day grind of actually having a life together that isn't marked by grand milestones and running from a past either would rather forget. It's in that time, years down the line, that they actually find the most pleasure in each other. They don't have to keep running off on vacations like their parents did just to make things feel fresh, they don't have to keep playing these games with each other to ignite some lost spark between them. Because yeah, the "spark" is gone after so many years together, but that's because in it's place is a steady, comfortably roaring fire.

It's honestly any given Thursday, or Tuesday, or Saturday, when Lexa's already had an annoying week at work and just wants to shut her mind off, when Clarke has finished up a big project at the gallery and she has that sense of accomplishment warming her ego. That's when they can just slip into bed to share kisses, touch, and talk, working each other up over and over until they realize they've come a dozen times before sunrise. That's truly when they really have the best sex.

On a one off basis tho, it'd probably be a time when they were flying overseas and had a long bout of horrifying turbulence. Very adrenaline filled, loud and rough and desperate fucking. Because "if we're gonna die, we're at least gonna die while getting off 😒" was the thought process. Obviously they lived, but also Lexa couldn't walk right for like 2 days

#anon #cruel intentions au

[confusedspaceotter]

Tag game: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

I was tagged by @viharistenno thanks for the tag!

Last song: In the stars - Benson Boone

Currently watching: House of the dragon(trying to finish it before the new season drops), the new Fallout series 

Three ships: Supercorp from Supergirl, Avatrice from Warrior Nun and Clexa from The 100(CW I’m still mad at you for that dogshit series finale)

Favorite color: blue, yellow and black

Currently consuming: water is THE superior drink(coke zero came very close tho)

First ship: ummm I don't remember but I think is from one of the Arrowverse shows? if so then it’s either Sanvers or Supercorp

Relationship status: single because I’m still healing from my last relationship oof🥲

Last movie: Dune(2021) watched it at home with my parents, they left the room half way tho :/

Currently working on: my final assignment, hopefully finishing before the deadline🥹🥹

Gonna tag some of you, no pressure though :)

@queerbiting9 @always-starving-thoughts @nerafris @three-blogs-in-a-trenchcoat @th3-c0rps3-r0gu3

[cascowriteswords]

my contribution to clexmas22

[Read on AO3]

My contribution to Clexmas this year, a growing up together Clexa story told through the lens of 9 Christmases/Christmas Eves over the course of 18 years. Completed one shot :) 

...

Kindergarten

Clarke’s sweater is itchy. She fidgets with the neckline of it as she sits at her desk, feet that don’t reach the ground swinging idly back and forth beneath her. She can’t stop looking at the clock; practically all she can think about is the class Christmas party that they get to have after lunch. Her mom sent her to school this morning with a tray of snowball cookies and she knows that the rest of her classmates brought food, too, but what she’s most excited about is what’s tucked away in her cubby at the back of the room. There, she has a present for her best friend, Lexa, that she’s just dying to give to her.

Her teacher catches her glancing at the clock and then at her cubby for the umpteenth time and approaches, taking a peek at the drawing they’re supposed to be working on, Christmas cards for their parents. “This is excellent, Clarke,” she says. “Your parents will love it.”

“My daddy says he saves all of my drawings ‘cause I’m gonna be in a moozeem one day,” Clarke tells her proudly. Her eyes flick to the clock again, and her teacher smiles knowingly.

“Have you ever heard the saying ‘ a watched pot never boils ’, Clarke?”

Clarke shakes her head, momentarily distracted from her fixation on the time and impending party by the odd question. “It means that time passes slower when you’re waiting for something and it’s all you can think about,” the teacher explains. “So if you keep looking at the clock, it’s going to take even longer until you get to leave for lunch and the Christmas party.”

“I can’t help it,” Clarke says. “I have a present to give to Lexa. She’s gonna love it.”

“That’s exciting. I’m sure she will,” her teacher says. The woman looks across the room to where Lexa is sitting. She's in a white long sleeve turtle neck and a long plaid skirt and her feet do touch the ground in her chair because she's so tall even though she's scrawny. A blue colored pencil is gripped tightly in her hands as she draws, a look of concentration on her face. Clarke and Lexa had their seats separated only a few weeks into the school year due to their inability to stay quiet and focused during their lessons if they were sat next to each other. The two had only just met at the beginning of the year but their friendship bloomed immediately and voraciously to the point that they’re now nearly inseparable whenever given the chance.

“Do you know what I think might make the time pass a little faster?” the teacher asks. Clarke shakes her head, still fidgeting in her seat and plucking at the collar of her itchy Christmas sweater. She follows the teacher’s gaze over to Lexa and then looks back to her, curious. “How about I let you go sit with Lexa,” the teacher proposes.

Keep reading here 

#clexmas22 #lots of pining #lots of fluff #a fair amount of smut too #and several of your favorite tropes strewn throughout #like sharing a bed and an italicized oh and 'you've thought about this moment?' #clexa #new clexa #clexa modern au

[anansianansi]

A Clexa Fairytale

A long, long time ago, in a faraway land, Princess Clarke sat brushing her silky hair with a handmade sterling silver brush inlaid with the shiniest rubies and emeralds (a sweet sixteen gift from her Uncle Theolonious), and the back of which made for an excellent mirror.

“Your locks, m’lady, they’re spun….”

“.…From golden sunshine, I know, I know.” The Princess waved a dismissive hand at Niylah, her chambermaid, “My beauty is beyond compare in all the lands everywhere, etc. etc. “ She cast a frustrated glance outside at the sparring suits, the jousting between the princes having taken a particularly rowdy turn now that Prince Bellamy had been knocked clean off his horse and had landed on his ass in front of a rabidly cheering crowd. Prince Finn bowed to the tower where she had been sent up for the duration of the suitors’ tournament, and thumped his chest triumphantly as he turned back to the crowd, “I challenge you, Bellamy, to a hand-to-hand fight to the end. The winner shall take Princess Clarke’s hand in marriage….”

“Not to mention the rest of me, as well as all the lands in my father’s kingdom.” Clarke sighed, “How many millennia before women are allowed to rule?”

“Oh, a score or two at least, m’lady; though one of these two lords is bound to make a fine king and husband.”

“Perhaps you should give your hand to him, then,” Clarke smirked at Niylah, “Though I reckon, with your proclivities, they aren’t very suitor-able?”

Niylah blushed, lowering her eyes to the princess’ bosom, “Well, I am always at your service m’lady….”

“And you are an excellent teacher, I dare say.” Flashing her best shit-eating grin, Clarke walked to the door. “I can’t marry either of these two idiots, Niylah; I’d eat them whole for breakfast; and not like that.” She was off to try and reason with her parents.

Read the rest here.

#clexa fanfic #fairytale clexa #the 100 clexa #okay but there’s feminism obviously #clexa endgame

[anonfanfic]

Clexa parents at parent teacher night

Or clexa at someone else’s wedding

Or clexa in a gorcery store

Or dealing with a karen

So many choices!!

Clarke and Lexa had been dating for a few months now and they couldn't get enough of each other. They were living in the heart of the city, with busy schedules and demanding jobs. But they always made time for each other, and their favorite thing to do together was grocery shopping.

On this particular day, they were strolling through the aisles of their favorite supermarket, hand in hand. 

As they walked past the produce section, Clarke picked up a ripe mango and held it up to Lexa's nose. "Smell this," she said, grinning. "It smells like sunshine."

Lexa took a deep breath and pretended to swoon. "Oh, I'm in love with you all over again," she said, winking.

Clarke giggled and put the mango in their cart. "Just wait until you taste it," she said, squeezing Lexa's hand.

“That’s not really what I want to taste right now,” Lexa muttered, just loud enough for Clarke to hear. Lexa walked by Clarke and grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before walking past her.

They continued down the aisle, picking up items they needed for their dinner that night. As they reached the pasta section, Lexa grabbed a box of spaghetti and held it up to Clarke. "Hey, did you hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta way," she said, trying to stifle a laugh.

Clarke groaned and rolled her eyes. "That was terrible," she said, but she couldn't help but smile.

Lexa grinned. "I know, but you love my cheesy jokes."

Clarke leaned in and kissed Lexa's cheek. "That's because I love you," she said, her voice soft.

Lexa's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," she said, her eyes sparkling.

They continued down the aisles, teasing each other and making silly jokes. When they got to the ice cream section, Clarke reached for a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough and held it up. "This is my favorite flavor," she said, grinning.

Lexa smirked. "Oh really? I thought I was your favorite flavor," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Clarke blushed and playfully swatted Lexa's arm. "Stop it," she said, but she couldn't hide her smile.

As they approached the checkout line, Lexa picked up a tabloid magazine and held it up to Clarke's face. "Hey, look at this," she said, pointing to the cover. "It says here that we're secretly married."

Clarke laughed. "That's ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.

Lexa shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we should consider it. I hear married couples get discounts on groceries."

Clarke rolled her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. "You're such a dork.”

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Lexa wrinkled her nose and gave Clarke a quick kiss, before turning to the employee to pay for their groceries. 

“Always,” Clarke whispered under her breath. Forever grateful for these moments with the love of her life.

#clexa #clexa prompt #clexa fanfic #clexa fanfiction #prompt #little beasts

[wanhedas-dagger]

Tarnished but so grand

Clexa || modern au

Chapter 31

We start with the immediate aftermath of the next chapter, Lexa at the hospital and dealing with her shoulder. Then we get to see Clarke again, Clarke and Abby and what Christmas is like for the two of them. As well as a look into Clarke's distant family, showing the very contrast between her and Lexa's family. After that we finally have a Clexa scene, Clarke coming over to visit Lexa after she's back home from her parents'. Oh, and Lexa has some photos of her nephew to show Clarke, which has Clarke feeling some very new things at seeing Lexa with a baby.

read here || fic playlist || fic timeline

#t100 #t100 au #t100 fic #clexa #clexa au #clexa fic #clarke griffin x lexa #clarke griffin #commander lexa #fic #fanfic #au #tarnished chapter #personal

[lexa-griffins]

No matter what, you'll always find a way to sneak in some angst. I'm happy that Madi matured and put on her big girl pants to alleviate the stress she was putting her mommies through at dinner

What life without a little angst? 😌

But its just one of those things that happens with life you know? And if it was only Madi it would be fine, but when its all of their kids and they cant just waste food like that, it becomes tough. And Lexa was raised on a "you eat whats put in front of you and shut up about it" household and she wants the kids to have a healthier relationship with food than she did as a younger kid.

Madi does realize that sometimes her younger siblings will want to copy her. Its just how things go. And she can choose to join them as a front against their poor moms or help them. Because she is the oldest one by 4 and 6 years so she does have a better idea of how things work. Of course tho you can only ask so much of a 9 year old. But like I've said, Madi can be a trouble maker but she has a heart of gold and if there's one thing she cant stand is making Lexa cry. Clarke will sob at just about anything but Lexa crying is usually a sign of something bad so Madi knows when she hears her cry that she needs to stop acting like a brat just because she wants what her classmates have and appreciate all the things her moms do for her.

#letter opened #farm clexa #ive said before thst Madi is in no way made to be a third parent #but as the first kid she is treated a bit like she has to set an example #its something Lexa and Clarke later regret and apologize for to Madi

[owl127]

Are you working on any clexa fics? I’m Clexa deprived😭

Ao3

Happy holidays!

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The house was clean, white, and large. Lexa had to crane her neck to see the Christmas decorations hanging from the parapet. Over immaculate paint, silly little Santas danced now and then to music no one else could hear. Around them, a forest of leaves, an innumerable amount of wraths in the tri-color Christmas scheme, and lights as bright as the snow covering a tamed yard.

Lexa was the ugly duckling in that perfect home. Regret warmed her cold cheeks just as the door opened, and warm gold smiled at her.

“Lexa!” Clarke was not good at hiding what she felt, and in that lightly freckled face, Lexa saw exhilaration. It would be good to be as happy as Clarke could be with anything. “Merry Christmas!” Clarke was warm and smelled like cookies. There was a hint of fresh pine under her ear and Lexa allowed herself the small pleasure of Clarke’s skin. “Come on in!”

Lexa’s protest died in her throat, and she nodded. That was Clarke Griffin: no questions asked, and always so, so warm.

The house greeted Lexa with waves of cinnamon, coffee, and Mariah Carey. But besides Clarke’s blabbering of her batch of cookies, the house was empty. The large tree in the living room reigned supreme, but the gifts at its feet were unopened.

“Are you by yourself?”

Lexa regretted the question immediately at the way the excitement drained from Clarke’s face. Clarke took off her santa hat, messing with her curls. “Mom was called in for an emergency, and Dad is out of the country. Somewhere they don’t celebrate, I think.” She shrugged, and her new smile had a sheen of defeat. “Do you want to try my cookies?”

The house and smells could be different, but families were complicated for the both of them. Lexa nodded.

They ate cookies, carved through a flawless turkey (“Mom ordered it,” Clarke explained), and watched new and old Christmas movies on the largest TV Lexa had ever seen. There were no further questions , and Clarke gave Lexa clothes for a hot shower.

Clarke’s room was as immaculate as her house, with multiple closets and shelves lined with trinkets and trophies. Her bed was pristine, and everything smelled like fresh pine. Clarke wasn’t by her desk when Lexa exited the in suite bathroom, the vapors from her long shower following her into the room. 

The closet door opened and Clarke stepped inside, cheeks flushed and hands full of partially folded underwear.

“I forgot to give you one of these.” She showed her offering of Christmas-themed boxers.

Lexa chuckled and lay on Clarke’s enormous bed. “I’ll wash your joggers before returning them to you.” Clarke’s eyes did that dance when she tried to check Lexa out discreetly, and it only made it more obvious. It was cute, and Lexa swallowed at the rush of blood through her body. 

“Don’t worry about that,” Clarke said, and joined her on the bed. They didn’t touch. Whatever they were, they hadn’t talked about it yet. Friends? Teammates? Fuck buddies?

Another rush of blood.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Clarke asked, breaking the silence.

“Us?” The word tickled the back of Lexa’s throat.

“I meant why you showed up at my place on Christmas morning, but if you’d rather talk about us…”

“My parents fight a lot,” Lexa said. “Anya isn’t home, and I needed a break.”

“I’m sorry.” Clarke touched her hand. Her palm was warm, and Lexa held it against her chest.

“I’m sorry your parents aren’t here,” Lexa said.

“They do that sometimes.” Clarke snuggled closer, their bodies touching. There was no hiding Lexa’s arousal, not without a boxer. Clarke touched her thigh, and the tent in Lexa’s pants twitched in encouragement. “Is this why you came?”

Lexa breathed hard through her nose, grasping at Clarke’s forearm. “Not really,” she said. “I was alone, and I wanted to see you.”

“I think that’s the sweetest thing you ever said to me.”

Lexa kissed the spot under Clarke’s ear that smelled like an inviting forest. “I’m not good with words,” Lexa confessed to soft skin. “Can I show you instead?”

Their kiss tasted like hot cocoa.

#clexa #ask the owl #fanfiction #Christmas little fic #happy holidays #abo #omegaverse #drabble

[gohandinhand]

Top 5 fave fanfics you've ever read

"pls nothing that requires research" -> this lmao. could i help myself anyway? no. i went and retrieved my laptop from the dining room and brought it to bed to start digging into this. me at 10:15pm:

but here’s the deal: there’s no way in hell i can give you my fave fics of ALL time. i’ve been reading fic for many years, some of them on sites that no longer exist. there are several “sorry, this fic has been deleted!” entries in my ao3 bookmarks. a lot of those years were also in the hp fandom, which is not a topic i’m willing to revisit given the situation now, despite the fact that i read many incredible hp fics & crossovers. 

also, my memory is swiss cheese! but i can give you 5 fics that come to mind as ones i’ve revisited time and time again over the years. for many of these, i feel an enduring gratitude for it as a work that introduced me to the author(s) as someone whose writing i want to follow. & some of them became buddies which is! cool! for me. it’s an hour past my bedtime now so here’s what springs to mind:

you’re magic & you’re real by @unicyclehippo and @possibilistfanfiction (who also has a bunch of tumblr ficlets for this au under #gaf au) [the 100, clexa] it’s been 7 years and i still reread it at least annually. the universe, this version of these characters - it is precious to me. tender. 

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess is Mine) by @emilyjunk [pitch perfect, bechloe] angie is going to kill me for this in the morning because she wants it to be forgotten she ever wrote bechloe lmao but! despite that! i still reread this regularly. they’re so dumb and i love them so much. i can’t keep saying ‘tender’ yet that’s how i feel about this one too! 

Something Suspiciously Close to Hope by @hedaswolf [the 100/Stranger Things crossover, clexa] ok, i did watch most of the first season of stranger things before it got too scary for me and never picked it up again. however, the wholesome ache this induces is the right palate cleanser for certain kinds of despair. 

The Key to Byzantium by MarcusRowland [buffy/stargate sg1 crossover] wildcard, stargate was my parents’ fandom when i was a kid lmao. a decade and a half and it’s just a casual thing i want to have fun bopping to every so often! 

the wn fandom has so so so many incredible fics & writers, but the fandom is too new to have any idea yet of what fics will endure for me. but so far show me something of a reckoning by @lucytara [warrior nun, avatrice] is something i have already reread… a ridiculous number of times. some phrases in this are so delicious & sticky for my brain that when i was writing pnw au i actually had to go check to make sure i wasn’t accidentally plagiarizing (and caught it a few times, whoops!)... it's absolutely incredible. have a good feeling about the staying power on this one.

#i worked on this list for two hours and blew my bedtime lmaoooooo #but i'm staying up late rereading things out of my bookmarks this is so fun 🥹 #so thank you this was a great ride! now i will have to answer everything else in the morning lol #asked #ask game

[shortkingvi]

📖✨Shortkingvi's Fic Hall of Fame✨📖

Since I’ve been a regular fic reader since ~2011, I figure a list like this is long overdue. This is a (semi) comprehensive list of every fic that has irrevocably changed who I am as a person forever. Some of these may not be the most world-altering fic's you've ever read, but for some reason they have wormed their way into my heart and stuck with me since the first time I read them. So, in no particular order and across many fandoms, here are my all time top-10:

1. tin soldiers - idrilka (Marvel Cinematic Universe, rated T, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

this fic... what do i truly say about this one. i am a stucky bitch first and foremost and this is the absolute best of them. a direct companion to captain america: the winter soldier, this fic covers what the public opinion of cap, the plot of the movie, and his relationship with bucky was/is/might be. written as a collection of academic papers, social media posts, and book excerpts, this fic takes unique and unforgettable to a new level. 10/10 would recommend!

2. maybe it's just me - bleedtoloveher (The Hunger Games, rated M, Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes, although you could get by knowing the general premise.

this is the first fic i ever remember reading (at like 13 or 14) and boy oh boy did it stick with me. i regularly go back to read this one because it's just... so pure and sweet. an AU where katniss and peeta have been best friends for years and peeta is the only one reaped. upon returning after winning the games, he and katniss must pretend to be in a relationship so that he can protect her from president snow, who is unhappy with peeta. i adore this fic, it's just so lovely.

3. meet me halfway to your heart - ariadnerue (Carmilla, rated T, Carmilla Karnstein/ Laura Hollis)

Do you need to know the source material? No.

i may or may not have a thing for the fake/pretend relationship trope. this one is a fic where carmilla and laura are best friends and the children of two A-list actors. after a pushy dude in a bar won't leave laura alone, she and carm pretend to be in a relationship. of course, the media catches wind of their supposed love and has a field day with it, forcing them to have to pretend they're in love to avoid ruining the release of their parents' new film. this one is so CUTE and a one-shot (albeit 22k words), so it's an easy, sweet read!

4. human interest - mad_lori (Brokeback Mountain, rated E, Ennis Del Mar/Jack Twist)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes, but techincally only the first hour or so, though i think you'd miss out on the catharsis of this by doing so.

no movie truly sticks with me and breaks my heart quite like brokeback, and after a particularly depressing rewatch last year, i stumbled upon this. originally written in 2006, this fic is an AU that imagines what might've happened if ennis had said yes to jack's proposition after ennis' divorce. they open up a cattle operation up in vermont and get their happily ever after. it's slice of life, it's real, it's sweet and cathartic. if you too have been personally victimized by this film, i recommend this more than anything else on this list. it's wonderful. there's a sequel fic that is technically unfinished, but it's 40 chapters and ends on a decent stopping point, so i think that's more than fine.

5. been lovin' you for quite some time - onemilliongoldstars (The 100, rated E, Clarke Griffin/Lexa)

Do you need to know the source material? No.

for some reason i am physically unable to read in canon clexa shit because it hurts too much, so this is an AU. FWB clarke and lexa find themselves spending christmas together and have to pretend they're strangers. it goes about as well as you'd think. read this as a wee baby gay and it means so much to me because of that. clexa truly is my greatest ship of all time, so you can imagine how much this one has stuck with me. an easy, quick, fun read with almost no angst.

6. United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) - fallingvoices, radialarch (Marvel Cinematic Universe, rated T, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

i didn't want to double dip on this list, but when they're this good, you have no choice. this fic is SO creative. similar to tin soldiers, this fic is formatted in an incredibly creative way! telling the story of bucky's hypothetical trial post winter soldier, this fic is a compilation of court transcripts, news articles, and social media posts. it's stucky at its core, but can also just be enjoyed as a bucky fic. it does an incredible job of holding your attention and truly making you feel like you're a part of this trial. this is the character work we should've gotten for bucky post winter soldier/civil war/endgame/ANYTHING.

7. i-80 west - socallmedaisy (Glee, rated M, Santana Lopez/Brittany S. Pierce)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

read this one right around the time i was graduating high school and boy oh boy was that the perfect time to read it. brittana roadtrip fic/ last summer in lima fic where they just... go through everything that people go through at that time. i know this one is special to me because of when i read it and what it meant to me, but GOD this one burrowed into the depths of my baby gay trauma brain and has lived there ever since. if you have time, this is a great one. just... yeah.

8. strawberry ice cream (revamped!!!) - banneancroft69 (Ocean's 8, rated E, Lou Miller/Debbie Ocean)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes.

we do ocean's 8 here sir. this one is just truly lovely. unfinished, so be warned, but it doesn't really matter, because it's mostly a timeline of Lou and Debbie's relationship, starting way back at their first meeting. i'm one of the many who believes that lou and debbie canonically had a on again, off again love affair but are ultimately each other's soulmates, and i think this fic does well to kind of tie all that complexity together in a very fresh way. i think about this one a LOT.

9. roll with the punches - greatestchange (Avatar: Legend of Korra, rated M, Korra/Asami Sato)

Do you need to know the source material? No.

godddddd this fic. this SERIES. korra and asami are estranged high school best friends. when asami learns korra's back in town and fighting in an underground fight club, she goes to seek her out and figure out why she left and what she's been up to since. this series is HEAVY, let me preface, and deals with drug abuse, self-destructive tendencies, and overall complicated humans. it will likely be the most difficult read on this list because of this, but it also is one of the most important for me. i related BIG TIME to this version of korra, and it just really is a masterfully crafted series that i cannot say enough about. please give this a read if it sounds like your thing.

10. see your world in traces - spibsy (Professional Wrestling, rated E, Seth Rollins/Dean Ambrose)

Do you need to know the source material? Yes, but a general understanding of wrestling would probably suffice.

burrowing this down at number 10 so no one notices it. seriously though, i find it hard to ever read anything wrestling related because it often veers way too far into RPF territory for me and those lines are muddy enough as is. this one though... this one is fully within kayfabe and just like.. has stuck with me since i was 16 for some reason. it's FCW era ambrollins aka PEAK twunk rollins era, and it's just such a perfect kayfabe explanation for the funky little feud they had at the time. it's genuine and messy and heartfelt and weird and i HAD to include it here if i truly wanted this list to be as honest and correct as i want it to be. if you're at all into wrestling, this is a lovely one that i should probably read again soon.

#i've done it lads. #i'm sure half an hour after posting this i'll remember some fic i forgot and start screaming #but these are the ones that jumped to the forefront when i was making this and that's a good criteria i think #hmu if you read or have already read any of these! i'd love to know your thoughts #i'll add a link to my pinned post so this doesn't get lost btw #happy 2 clarify things about any of the fics on this list too btw