#did y'all ever read peter and the starcatchers growing up

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from the prompt list - time travel 💫😌 please

Clarke slams into the ground so hard her teeth rattle. Every muscle aching with effort, she manages to fling out a shaking arm to hinge herself onto her back, teeny rocks biting into her palm with sharp edges as she flops down again, arms screaming.

With another desperate burst of energy she manages to curl her fingers around the knife that is digging a razor tip into just above her knee, bringing it to clasp over her chest as her lungs burn from the abrupt change in both altitude and oxygen content.

The sky is a bright ceramic blue, puffy white clouds lazily sailing by as birds chirp merrily in the background, the sounds of an idyllic marred only by the loud wheezing Clarke found herself emitting as she struggled to catch her breath.

Why the fuck is that time jump so goddamn hard? When I go forward it doesn't give me a rib stitch like that, Clarke finds herself thinking as she massages her right rib absentmindedly.

Three large breaths later Clarke finds the fortitude to peel herself off the ground, staggering upright as she shakes the pins and needles out of her leaden feet. She surreptitiously checks the glowing map that surrounds her wrist, noting the golden, pulsing dot in the middle is moving steadily closer to her location.

Nodding decisively, she moves forward, finds a slightly rotten, moss coated log to settle onto by the side of the road, and settles in to wait, eyes glued to the glowing orb that is moving from the crook of her elbow to the green x that is projected above her wrist.

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Lexa rolls her next side to side slightly, straightening up and nodding infinitesimally back towards Gus's direction when he tilts his head in her direction, eyes questioning.

Yes, I'm ok.

Stiffness from her neck alleviated slightly, Heda settled into the rhythmic movement of her horse, Laika's gentle walk, and resigned herself to a boring ride north, mentally preparing for the mind games and underhanded treachery that two weeks of all of the ambassadors in Polis for their annual meeting held.

At least Luna is coming this year, that's something.

Lexa was so entrenched in the thoughts of her dark eyed friend that she almost missed the flaxen haired girl, curled up slightly off the path on a crumbling redwood log.

Her guards, however, did not.

Lexa was unable to bark an order to stand down before Ryder drew his bow, a lethally honed arrow whistling through the arrow with deadly speed before Lexa could raise a hand in warning.

Before she could breathe, a blue glow washed over the clearing as an orb, crackling and pulsing with energy, encompassed the girl. Ryder's arrow fell to the ground silently at Laika's feet, arrow tip compressed cleanly into a flat disc where it had come in contact with the energy field.

Brow pressed tight in silent disbelief and worry, Ryder silently stooped to scoop up the arrow and hand it to Lexa, both chastisement and concern etched into his features.

The clearing was completely silent, dusk rapidly creeping into the forest as purple smudged the horizon.

The girl was awake now, expression blank behind the wavering energy as she stared silently back at the company before her. She stands quietly, every muscle clearly on alert as she raises her hands in deference to Lexa, either somehow knowing or assuming that she was the one to address. Lexa makes a mental note of her observation skills,

"Hello. My name is Clarke Griffin."

Lexa turned the arrow over in slender fingers twice, thumb gently worrying the downy soft fletching of the owl feathers before coming to a snap decision.

She speaks the language of the mountain people.

"Hei, Clarke Griffin. I am Lexa."

Something akin to recognition washes over Clarke's features, intelligence clear in her bright eyes.

"Lexa."

Confused, Lexa cocks her head, Laika stamping uneasily as Lexa's hands tighten unconsciously on the reigns.

"Lexa kom Trikru." The trig words trip uncomfortable, foreign, off of Clarke's tongue.

Gus's head snaps up at this, hand tightening around his sword as he looks at Clarke Griffin with renewed suspicion.

"The only people who refer to me as that are my familiars or my advisors, of which you are neither, Clarke Griffin. Explain yourself, or you will not be so lucky as for Ryder to miss a second time." The words come out colder, tighter, than initially intended. Clarke's tech and her appearance among a trail that was a tightly kept secret as Heda's preferred traveling path was unlikely to be a lucky guess.

The blue orb flares again around Clarke at Lexa's threatening tone, Lexa's guard blinking against the bright glow that once again surrounds her figure. Despite this, Clarke takes one, then two hesitant steps towards Lexa. Laika

"Lexa. I'm here to help you, to help protect you."

Lexa can feel her eyebrow quirk in amusement and disdain as a ripple of laughter ran through her men. Lexa, clad head to toe in leathers with two swords strapped to her back, black war paint smudged down her cheeks in a fearsome mask, hardly conjured images of helpless maidens in distress. Lexa had staunchly curated her image in defiance of her stature as a slim young woman since the day she had climbed bloodied and victorious out of her Kongeda.

"Protect me?" Lexa snorted in derision, though not unkindly. This Clarke Griffin clearly meant well, although mistaken. While they would have to question her on her knowledge of this trail, there was nothing to be concerned about, Lexa decided as she settled back into her saddle once again. "I highly doubt that, Clarke Griffin."

"I come from a future where you are killed by an unseen assassin at the last night of the yearly ambassador meeting, Heda. With your death the conclave falls into disrepair, triggering the start of World War Four. I was sent back to save you, and I intend to do my job."

The reins slip from Lexa's hands as she is unable to stop the shocked breath from escaping her lips.

A steely blue gaze meets a dazed green stare as Clarke hesitantly lowers the force field, stepping foward into Lexa's path.

"I believe we have much to discuss."

#i.....do not know what happened here #clexa #time travel au? #did y'all ever read peter and the starcatchers growing up #that vibe was playing in my head #tell me what you think please #even though i do not need any more projects or AUs

[serendipitous-magic]

Freckles: Most worn item of clothing? Cupcake: Are you a good cook? Paper: Favorite children's book? Cuddles: Do you have any pets?

Freckles: Most worn item of clothing?

I have a dark gray sweatshirt with Bambi on it that I bought like two and a half years ago and I've probably worn it for at least 1/4 of the days since. It's my favorite thing ever. It's exactly the right size to be loose enough to be comfy but not baggy, and it's soft inside, and the gray color goes with literally everything because it's gray, and I bought it because it's Bambi, like bambi lesbian (me!).

And lately, since I've been doing a lot of work from home, I've worn my sweatpants to death lol. I didn't even own sweatpants before this year.

Cupcake: Are you a good cook?

Hit or miss. I can usually produce something pretty good, following a recipe. However, I usually get bored about halfway through a recipe and start going off the rails, adding extra shit and ignoring the measurements of spices. So usually it's just fine, like a solid B or B+, and sometimes I fuck it up and make it kinda sub-par, but then like once in a blue moon I produce something absolutely fantastic - and then I can't replicate it because I was messing with the recipe and didn't write down what I did. Lol. But usually I can make something tasty, if not particularly memorable.

Paper: Favorite children's book?

I really liked Nancy and Plum by Betty McDonald, when I was growing up. And I would stay up past my bedtime to read Peter and the Starcatchers (by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson) by the light of my nightlight. And of course I adored The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and the other Narnia books (C.S. Lewis), and Harry Potter (y'all know who it's by), and Inkheart by Cornelia Funke was a big favorite, and the Eragon series (I guess that's not a children's book per se, but I read it a lot in middle school). I also quite enjoyed Scary Stories to Tell In the Dark by Alvin Schwartz, even though they scared me to death (LMAO), and I was a fan of Goosebumps books by R. L. Stein. Oh and my grandma basically taught me to read by reading me The Hobbit over and over and over and over and over (which I didn't mind at all; I was the one requesting it over and over and over and over and over).

My top favorite book from childhood has to be A Wrinkle In Time by Madeleine L'Engle, though.

If you mean, like picture books instead of novels, then hmm. I really liked The Wolves in the Walls by Neil Gaiman, The Rainbow Goblins by Ul De Rico, and The Story of Holly and Ivy by Rumer Godden.

Cuddles: Do you have any pets?

Sadly I do not :( I live with family right now because pandemic, and they're allergic to anything with fur, so I don't get to have a kitty not matter how badly I want one. And I don't really have a place to put a tank or small enclosure right now - I could probably make space, but I have absolutely no idea how long I'll be here or where I'll be moving next (if I ever escape my hometown, which is looking terrifyingly less and less likely), so it's kinda an inopportune time to get one. I used to have a betta fish named Caspian. He was a pretty boy. But my ex got custody of him when we split, like two and some years ago, and he has since died, RIP. (The fish not the ex.) I would so get a cat if I could, though.

And to be honest I keep considering spending the money on another fish tank and getting some fish, or some other small pet, even though I probably shouldn't because it's bad timing, lol.

This was fun! Thanks!

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