#clexa drabble

[coneheda]

50

50 "in my defense, I really wanted to."

“Uh Lex? We might have a problem.” Anya says, pulling her out of her day dream. Lexa groans as she gets up from her desk. The last three hours of her day could not be going any slower, all she wants to do is go home and lock herself in her room with her girlfriend who’s finally coming to visit. Okay, it hasn’t been that long since they’ve seen each other- Lexa was just there for work two weeks ago- but any amount of time spent apart is torture. Hopefully whatever the problem is, it can resolve itself quickly. 

“What is it?” She asks, but there’s no need to wait for a verbal answer when she looks over her colleague's shoulder and sees the alert popped up on the screen. Her chest tightens as her heart rate speeds up. This has to be a mistake.

“You ran a background check right?” Anya asks. Lexa ignores her in favor of shoving her out of the way to take over the monitor. Suspect detained. Potential bomb threat. Terrorism. The words swirl around her head as she reads them. But It’s not the words that have ice running through her veins, no in her line of work they’re a common place, but the face attached to them? That’s something she never would have seen coming.

With shaky hands she pulls up the security feed, taking in the small figure hunched over a table, hands cuffed together but still able to clench themselves in disheveled hair. Lexa stares at the image, trying to understand how she missed something this big. It’s only when she sees what the detainee is wearing that she jumps up.

“Oh fuck.” She scrambles to grab her belongings and races up to her boss's office.

_____

Clarke likes flying. Likes seeing the world from a new perspective. Likes people watching while she waits for her flight. Likes the fact that she can cross the country in a matter of hours instead of days. She even likes the overpriced food, it’s all part of the experience. 

Correction, Clarke liked flying. It’s going to be a long time before she sets foot in another airport. 

It had started off a normal travel day. Arriving three hours early, a habit her mom had ingrained into her, even though she knows she doesn't need half that to get through security and get to her gate with more than enough time to spare. 

She even remembered to mail her surprise to her girlfriends to prevent any potential embarrassment that could have come up had it gone through the scanner. 

So when she was randomly selected and her hands swabbed, she thought nothing of it. It’s happened a handful of times before and she just waits patiently while they run their test. 

When that test came back positive and she was roughly escorted to a small room with no windows and interrogated for the next two hours? All patience and calmness were sucked out of her, replaced by anxiety and confusion. Honestly it’s a good thing she went to the bathroom before queuing up for security otherwise she would be physically shitting herself instead of just mentally. 

She has no idea how explosive residue got on her hands or the trace amounts they found on her bag. They keep asking her what the target is, where the bomb is, what it’s made of, if she’s working alone. For the first five minutes she questioned whether their test was faulty or she somehow switched bodies with someone, maybe it was all some sort of sick joke. But the questions kept coming and the people asking them kept getting scarier looking.

The next time the door opens she doesn’t lift her head up from the table. Her tears have long since dried up and her fear has morphed into anger. 

“Oh my god Clarke!” Lexa rushes over to girlfriend. Startled eyes take her in as she smooths down blonde locks. “Baby I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” 

Clarke feels borderline delirious after the last few hours, enough to momentarily question whether or not who she’s seeing is real, but quickly shakes it off and allows herself to be lifted from the chair. The cuffs are removed and Lexa wraps an arm around her to guide her out of the hell box.

The scary people hand over all her belongings and don’t try to stop them from leaving. It’s a complete 180 from ten minutes ago when they told her she was facing life in prison.

Clarke doesn’t even realize they’ve left the airport until she’s being buckled into a car. 

“Clarke?” Lexa asks, concern evident in her tone.

“What the fuck just happened?” Clarke says in disbelief.

“We need to talk.”

“Oh great, first I’m accused of terrorism and now I’m being dumped fan-fucking-tastic. I swear I don’t even know what you need to make a bomb let alone how to build one. I don’t know how it got on-”

“Clarke.” Lexa cuts her off, “I’m not breaking up with you, you might want to dump me after hearing what I have to say, but I really hope you don’t.”

“What are you talking about?” Clarke asks and oh how Lexa loves the little furrow between her brows.

“It’s my fault.” Lexa tells her “You’re wearing my sweatshirt and I assume you pulled it from the hamper instead of washing it.”

“So?” Clarke asks the furrow getting a little deeper. 

Lexa takes a deep breath. “Well it had explosive residue on it…”

Clarke blinks. Once. Twice. “I’m sorry what? Why would your sweatshirt have- are you a terrorist??”

“No of course not!” Lexa hastily puts a stop to that train of thought. “No, I- it was a work training thing and I put it after and didn’t think about the fact that you might wear it before washing it let alone try to go through any sort of security with it on.”

“A work thing? What kind of foreign policy advisor work involves explosives!” Clarke says in exasperation. She looks at her girlfriends guilty expression. “That’s not actually what you do, is it?”

Lexa shakes her head, “No. Although I know enough about it to tell people, so it could be?” 

Clarke is quiet for what feels like hours to Lexa, but is really more like a minute. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I can’t believe I believed you. You’re terrible at lying! At least I thought you were, is that all an act?”

“In my defense I really wanted to. Tell you that is, but I couldn’t unless we were married and no it’s not an act. My job is the only thing I’m good at fudging the truth about. At least when it comes to you.” Lexa explains

“So why tell me now? We’re not married. Am I going to have to go live in a cave somewhere?”

Lexa laughs “no nothing like that. You’ll just have to sign a few forms and promise your first born to the government.” Clarke glares at her. “Okay okay, I’m serious about the paperwork though. My boss gave me the green light due to the circumstances and because I hope that one day we will be married, if you’ll still have me that is, but no one else can know.” 

Clarke can’t stop the flutter in her chest at the word married. Even if part of her is still angry at the whole situation, the idea of marrying Lexa is something she hasn’t stopped thinking about since they got together.

“Are we okay?” Lexa asks, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

Clarke sighs, letting the chaos melt away. “We’re okay.” She snuggles into Lexas side. “If you didn’t want me wearing your clothes all you had to do was say something.” She grumps. “You’re really going to have to make this up to me and do all the flying for the foreseeable future.” 

#clexa #clexa drabble #asks #2 months later #i will get to the rest I promise

[cascowriteswords]

4 in the moment kiss where they’re enemies to lovers. Maybe coworkers? 🤔

I technically cheated and combined these two but I think it's okay because it ended up being over 3k words 😅

...

“How do I say you’re fucking insane if you think I’m doing all of this without getting fired immediately?” Clarke asks Raven, who sits in the cubicle across from hers. 

“The new boss?” Raven asks, still typing away without taking her eyes from her screen. Looking to be just about as overloaded as Clarke feels. 

“Yeah. She’s already getting on my nerves because she’s rescheduled our initial meeting like 4 times now. And she keeps sending me things that don’t even have anything to do with my department. I’m the director of People and Culture. I'm not a recruiter. I’m not in marketing. And I’m sure as shit not her personal assistant either. And it’s like -” she glances at the corner of her screen for the time “3 o’clock. I’m supposed to do the jobs of 4 people and still get out by 5? Or does she expect me to pull overtime on a Friday night? Like there’s no way I could possibly have plans. Maybe she’s one of those people who thinks that just because I’m not married and don’t have kids she can shove off everyone else's work on me.”

“Lexa’s a busy person Clarke. I really don’t think it’s personal.”

“Personal or not, it’s not fucking happening. So help me with this email or else your next cube neighbor might be some insufferable old white guy whose all-natural deodorant is just really not working for him.”

Raven relents, finding a stopping point in whatever exactly she’s doing to get up and shoo Clarke out of her chair. She ends up deleting 98% of what Clarke had written, swapping out phrases like “why the fuck didn’t you tell me you needed this done sooner” and “that’s not my fucking problem” with more diplomatic phrases such as “I’ll schedule those meetings for you at your earliest availability” and “I wasn’t involved with that project but I will forward your request to the appropriate parties”, respectively. 

“You’re weirdly good at that for someone with the smartest mouth I know,” Clarke commends her when she’s finished. 

“It’s all about balance, babe. Now can I please get back to my job? Or the Commander’s going to fire us both. Maybe your mom will let us turn her study back into your bedroom and we can crash there when we can’t make our rent next month.”

Clarke rolls her eyes. Then something registers. “Wait. The Commander? Is that what people are calling her?” she asks, a mixture of disbelief and disgust seeping into her voice. 

“Yeah,” Raven shrugs. 

“I get that she’s the boss but she’s not commanding me to do anything,” Clarke grumbles. She plops back down in her chair and starts typing angrily. 

“If you add anything to that that gets you fired after I just rewrote the whole thing for you I’m going to be so pissed,” Raven warns. 

“I’m not,” Clarke promises. “I just don’t want her to think she can walk all over me. Command me,” she adds, rolling her eyes. 

She ends the email with Hope this helps, let me know if you would like to meet with me to go over the roles of our departments and their directors to avoid misallocation of time and resources in the future and hits send. She hopes it's just passive-aggressive enough to get the message across without being able to be used against her.

She goes back to work, furiously attempting to complete the tasks The Commander had unloaded on her. She may not have kids or a significant other waiting for her at home but she does have a cat and a bottle of red wine and a new episode of her favorite shitty reality TV show to watch. 

So far the new boss has taken 2-3 days to return any of her emails. So she isn't expecting it at all when she gets the notification that someone has replied to the email she just sent an hour ago. 

That sounds like a great idea. Come up whenever you are ready. 

Clarke's initial reaction is oh shit. Followed in rapid succession by annoyance and frustration when she has the realization that it's already past 4 o'clock now and this means she most definitely will not be getting out on time, not that there was much hope she would, anyway. But still. 

She needs to learn to keep her big stupid mouth shut. 

"It was nice knowing you," she grumbles to Raven as she gets up and smooths the wrinkles from her slouch out of her shirt. Raven quirks a brow but seems otherwise unfazed as Clarke shuffles toward the elevator and her impending doom. 

…

…

Clarke knocks three times, half hoping to not be heard so she can say she tried and return to her desk. 

No such luck. 

“Come in.” The voice is muffled by thick oak and considerable distance but Clarke manages to catch it. She steadies herself and lifts her chin, prepared to simultaneously defend herself and give The Commander a piece of her mind as she opens the door and steps into her office. 

She’s wholly unprepared for the woman she finds sitting behind the desk. 

She isn’t sure what she was expecting but it definitely isn’t this. Lexa looks young, for starters, nearly the same age as Clarke. Her features are somehow both delicate and sharp, with high cheekbones and pouty lips and big round eyes that Clarke can’t quite figure out the color of at first glance. Chestnut hair is piled up on top of her head in a messy bun like it was originally down but she’d had enough by the end of the day, strands towards the front not contained by the hair tie and instead framing her face. 

Clarke’s first impression is that this might be the most attractive woman she’s ever seen in her life. Her second is that she looks tired. And her third, more of an observation than an impression, is that it looks like a bomb went off in this office. There are papers literally scattered all over the floor, boxes stacked along the walls and windows that would normally boast an expansive view of the skyline, and the couch against the far wall looks like it’s been functioning as a dresser and changing room of sorts with slacks and button down blouses draped over its back and arms. 

Between Lexa’s unexpected prettiness and the warzone that is her office Clarke momentarily forgets why she’s here and that she was even mad to begin with. 

“I apologize for the state of my office,” Lexa says, likely having followed Clarke’s gaze around the room. “It’s been a whirlwind trying to get everything in order around here. Titus gave us no warning about his departure and apparently was trying to run this company into the ground, by my estimations after going through what I could of the data.” She sighs, finishing scribbling something down onto a sticky note which she adds to a pile of other sticky notes on the left side of her desk. “Sit, please,” Lexa tells her, gesturing to the chair on the other side of her desk. 

Clarke has that tongue-tied feeling that she only gets around pretty women. And that - cannot be how she feels sitting across from her new boss, especially not as the leader of People and Culture. She forces herself to speak, reminding herself why she’s here and what her end goal is; to not get fired while also putting her foot down about the scope and limitations of her role. She decides to get right down to business, voicing her concerns, and finds Lexa to be… a very good listener. She listens so well and intently, in fact, that Clarke almost finds herself losing her train of thought because those eyes. 

And then she does something Clarke had absolutely not expected her to do - she agrees with her about the general mismanagement occurring and state of disarray in the company and asks for her input about the best way to move forward. She apologizes for sending a slew of information and tasks her way and explains that she never meant for Clarke to complete all of that work on her own or immediately but rather to delegate and get to things when she had the time. She thanks Clarke for her hard work and dedication and tells her that even though this is their first formal meeting she’s well aware of the hard work she does and is very thankful for her contributions to the team. 

Clarke’s been working in corporate culture long enough to be able to tell when someone is just blowing smoke up her ass. When scrutinizing Lexa’s words, all she gets is that she seems like one of the most genuine, down-to-earth people she’s ever met. She’s just swamped, stressed out, and working insane hours trying to fix all of the various fuck ups Titus made over the past 4 years as CEO. 

Very much to her surprise, she finds herself sympathetically offering to help Lexa get some things sorted out. And again to her surprise, she finds that she doesn’t mind staying and working in Lexa’s office with her, spending time helping her delegate work to other departments and creating a realistic timetable for the next few weeks with attainable goals. Clarke tells funny stories about some of the department heads as they work and Lexa spills secrets about the board members she works with after swearing Clarke to secrecy. 

She doesn’t even realize how much time has gone by until Lexa glances at the clock on the wall and looks at her from across her desk, stricken. “You should go home. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it’s already after 7. Thank you for all of your help, you really didn’t have to do all of this.”

Clarke didn’t have to. She definitely did not expect to want to when she had sullenly ridden in the elevator up here. Raven probably thinks she got herself kicked out of the 5th-floor window since she never came back to her cubicle. But now she finds herself reluctant to leave, especially knowing that Lexa will likely be here all night continuing to work. 

“Did you have dinner yet?”

Lexa looks up from her computer screen slowly. “I haven’t.”

"You just moved here, right? Have you been to Tomatoes yet?" 

"I haven't," Lexa says again. 

"It's a little hole-in-the-wall spot. Kind of…lackluster, but their tacos are to die for and the bartender is awesome. Would you want to go?"

"Now?" Lexa asks, pointedly surveying her desk that is, despite having been organized, still loaded with paperwork to be sorted through. 

"Yes, now. You've been here all day - I know because I've been here all day and you were here before me. Those papers will l still be here Monday." Lexa looks doubtful as she chews the inside of her lower lip. "Or tomorrow if you insist on working the weekend. But let's be done for the night. Both of us." 

This is so not how Clarke thought her night would go; standing in front of Lexa, her boss, The Commander, and trying to lure her out to the bar for tacos and a drink. Genuinely hoping she'll accept because even though they've been working she's actually had the most fun she's had in a while and she's not quite ready for it to end. 

Lexa looks at her thoughtfully, meeting her eyes. She glances down at her desk once more and then exhales, tossing her pen into a drawer as she shuts down her computer. She stands up and grins at Clarke as she takes her jacket off the back of her chair and shrugs it over her shoulders. 

"Alright. Let's go try these tacos, then." 

…

…

“You have to be kidding me.” 

Lexa turns around and hits Clarke with a smug, triumphant little smile. Then looks back at her achievement, a dart nestled solidly in the red bullseye circle of the dartboard, surrounded by Clarke’s failed attempts scattered haphazardly across the board. She’d gotten it on her first try, standing several feet further back than she even had to.

“You lied to me. There’s no way you’ve never thrown a dart before.”

“Do I look like I frequent establishments that have dartboards, Clarke?” Lexa asks, quirking a brow in challenge. 

No, she doesn’t. Not in the pantsuit she’s wearing, even after she shed her coat and blazer shortly after they’d arrived. One half of her shirt has come out of its tuck and the top few buttons are undone, the collar sagging open and offering the view of just a hint of collarbones on either side. Her cheeks are a little flushed from the one beer she’s had and she looks messy but somehow still put together. She’s undeniably beautiful, and she stares at Clarke expectantly waiting for some kind of comeback, unaware that Clarke can hardly think when she’s standing there looking like that. Existing in her space. Out of her comfort zone but still self-assured and confident. She’s unbelievably attractive, beyond what Clarke had even perceived when she got her first look at her earlier in the day. 

She’s so screwed.

“No, you don’t,” Clarke admits with a sigh. “I’ve been trying for months to get a bullseye. You must just have some kind of natural technique with your fingers.”

Lexa opens her mouth to say something, then seems to think better of it. But Clarke’s not having any of that. “What were you about to say?” she asks. “I don’t need you to pity me, Raven kicks my ass at darts on the regular.”

Lexa doesn’t answer right away, looking at Clarke like she’s searching for something. Clarke can’t tell if she finds it but waits patiently. “It’s not appropriate,” she says after a moment. 

Interest - piqued. “We aren’t at work right now,” Clarke reminds her. 

“But you’re human resources, essentially,” Lexa laughs, a little nervously. “Seems like a grey area.”

“We don’t call it HR because of the negative association that’s been tied with it over the years. Like this, it makes people nervous. So yeah, I’m technically HR, but I’m not a narc. And you’re the CEO anyways.”

“Which makes it an even greyer area.”

“Lexa, come on. We’ve been having a good time, right?”

She nods. Weighs her options for just a few more seconds and then says, “I was just going to say that I’ve been told I have a natural technique with my fingers before. In…other contexts.”

It takes a second for Clarke to process and then - oh. Oh. 

She’s glad she hadn’t taken another sip of her drink because she might have choked on it. 

She swallows, trying to gather herself, absolutely not letting herself take a closer look at Lexa’s hands because she’s already noticed that they’re nice but she hasn’t scrutinized them beyond that. “That was extremely inappropriate, Miss Woods,” she says, calling on her stern business-woman voice that she’s perfected over years of dealing with employee relations issues. 

Lexa’s eyes widen. “Clarke, I told you that I didn’t want to overstep. I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have -”

Clarke doesn’t have the heart to watch her flounder for more than a few seconds. She cuts her off. “It was inappropriate, but I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” She feigns more confidence than she feels as she puts a hand on Lexa’s knee reassuringly. A small gesture to make it so that Lexa isn’t the only one who has crossed a line tonight. Lexa looks a little shell-shocked, looking up and down between Clarke’s hand and her face enough times that it’s almost comical. Clarke squeezes her leg once and then lets go, standing up from the stool she’d been sitting on as she watched Lexa play darts. “Come on, let’s go sit at the bar. The next thing I want to make you try is their southwest egg rolls.”

She grabs Lexa’s hand like it’s no big deal at all and pulls her towards two open seats. 

…

…

Clarke’s not sure that Lexa has ever eaten greasy bar finger food before but the southwest egg rolls are definitely a hit. The noises Lexa makes as she eats them tell her as much, and also do things to her. But they don’t affect her half as much as watching Lexa amicably interact with some of the old townies who are also sitting at the bar with them. It turns out Lexa knows enough about baseball to hold her own talking to Bonafide Baseball Expert Jim McDonnel and she doesn’t bat an eye when a very drunk Mary Lou bumps into her seat and then talks about her 13 cats for five minutes until the bartender mercifully calls her attention back down to the other end of the bar where her actual seat is. 

Clarke feels a little bad for subjecting high-class Lexa to this place but she doesn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, when she turns to look at Clarke her eyes are bright and her smile is genuine and she says, “Thanks for showing me this place. It’s great.”

Clarke kind of adores her and her big dopey smile. And that’s a really scary thought to be having about her boss of all people but she’s rolling with it. Whatever it is between them, chemistry or connection or some other unnamed thing, it’s off the charts.  And Clarke can’t take it anymore, especially knowing that the night is starting to come to a close. 

Lexa is already sitting close enough that their knees are knocking together and it’s not much distance to close between their mouths at all. She doesn’t have the tact or inhibition to do it slowly, just leans in and kisses Lexa like she’s been wanting to do all night. It’s heated and languid immediately and she finds Lexa only needs a fraction of a second to adjust to her surprise before she’s kissing back, open-mouthed and hungry. 

It’s stupid Jim McDonell’s hooting and hollering that breaks them apart less than a minute later, reminding them that they’re very much in public and kissing in a way that is very much not chaste. 

A realization that is quickly followed by the fact that Clarke just kissed her boss. “Sorry,” she says quickly, trying to catch her breath. 

Lexa holds her gaze. Licks her lips like she’s trying to taste what’s left of Clarke on them. Clarke tries not to visibly squirm in her chair as she watches, and looks back up when Lexa finally says something. “No you aren’t.”

Clarke’s alma mater would probably revoke her degree if they heard her response. “No, I’m not.” Lexa smirks, then not so subtly looks at Clarke’s mouth, desire clear in the intentness of her gaze. “Do you want to get out of here?” 

When Lexa’s eyes flick up they’re darker than they were before. Heat flares in the confines of Clarke’s lower stomach and settles between her legs. “Very much so.”

Clarke’s hand flies up, flagging down the bartender to close out their tab without taking her eyes off Lexa. She tips generously and laughs when Lexa grabs her hand and tugs her hurriedly back towards the car. 

On second thought, maybe she should open her big fat mouth more often.

#thanks for asking buddy! #and anon who asked for 7 too! #clexa drabble #clexa kiss prompt #clexa kisses #clexa

[owl127]

I had this vision of Clarke and Lexa (omega verse) inviting Abby and her boyfriend to a 1 week trip in the forest of at the beach, and they’re in this cute cute cabin together, it’s really nice, and their bedroom is close to one another, however Clarke and Lexa discreetly asked if the walls were thick which the owner said yes, so one night Clarke and Lexa get in ON like for easily 1 hour right, several times, and the next morning Abby and her boyfriend look at them like 👁️👄👁️, they could hear even what was softly said, so the FILTHY things they said did not fall in deaf ears.

Lexa could be quite uptight with Abby as she’s intimidated by her, like Clarke is her only child and all, so Lexas always very proper with minimal pda you Know…

If you still take promps, could you maybe do this one ?

The insistent call of early birds is what brings Lexa back from a dreamless sleep. She blinks awake in the unfamiliar room, the low wooden ceiling welcoming her morning. She stretches like a lazy cat, and the source of warmth on her back hums at her ear.

"Good morning," Clarke whispers hoarsely, their naked legs intertwining under the fur blanket. Lexa turns and kisses Clarke good morning, teasing sleep away with another kiss on her neck. "For the love of god, I can’t go again," Clarke protests as Lexa continues to kiss her collarbone. "I’m ridiculously sore, babe."

"You okay?" Lexa asks behind the curtain of wild curls, and Clarke nods.

"Yeah, but give me a break, okay? Last night was..." She bites her lips, and Lexa follows the movement with a bite of her own.

"Good?" Lexa grunts on a marked neck.

"Very good." They meet for another kiss.

The sound of pans and cutlery cuts through their quiet room. "I think my mom and Kane are already up." Clarke bumps their noses and leans down for a long, sleepy yawn. "I could go for eggs."

"Or bacon," Lexa agrees, and they make their slow way to the bathroom.

Eggs are sizzling in the kitchen by the time the couple trots down the stairs in search of breakfast.

"Smells good!" Clarke sits by the kitchen island as Lexa sets the table. Marcus, one hand working on pancake batter and the other on the eggs, turns to offer them a smile.

"Good morning, ladies!" His teeth shine between a trimmed beard.

"Where’s mom?" Clarke asks with a grape in her mouth, eyeing the pancake toppings on the island.

Marcus turns back to the stove. "She went for a run."

"This early? That’s not like her."

"She didn’t sleep very well," Marcus says, mostly to the stove, and checks through the cabin window. "Okay, let me just get it out of the way before she’s back." He makes a 180 with his pink apron in place and joins his hands over his chest. "Let’s just say," Marcus starts, his beard not being enough to cover his blush, "the walls in this cabin are thin."

The sound of porcelain shattering on wood breaks the silence that followed Marcus’ statement. Clarke looks back to see Lexa, so red she’s purple, shocked still as the plate she was holding is now in pieces on the floor.

"We know you’re adults," Marcus continues, "but you’re her only child, Clarke, and her little omega girl."

Lexa sits heavily on the table, her once-red face now turning pale.

Clarke moves into damage control mode.

"Babe." She sits in the chair next to Lexa, who keeps staring at nothing, unresponsive. "Babe, it’s okay. We’re married. My mom knows—"

"Your mother heard us," Lexa whispers almost to herself.

"We don’t know how much she heard."

"Very much," Marcus adds unhelpfully. "By the way, kudos."

"Marcus, please," Clarke shoots back at her mother’s boyfriend, eyeing her PTSD-wife, and Marcus shrugs.

"Lexa," Clarke says, touching her wife’s hand, and it’s cold. "That won’t change how my mom sees you. Okay, she heard a couple things—"

"Lots of things."

"Kane, you’re not helping!" Clarke shouts, and it is at that moment that the cabin’s door opens to reveal Abby Griffin, dressed in winter sports gear, sweat evaporating from her temples. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she mumbles good morning without meeting Clarke’s eyes.

"I’ll help with food," Abby adds, and she kisses Marcus’ cheek as she heaps eggs onto plates.

By the time the four of them sit at the table, the silence is unbearable. Lexa can barely move, her eyes cast down; Clarke tries to find her mother’s eyes, but the older alpha avoids them every time. Kane seems to be the only one immune to the tension, happily flooding his plate with syrup.

"All right," Kane declares, feeling pitiful at Lexa’s almost catatonic state. "Let’s address this as adults; otherwise, we won’t survive the rest of the weekend."

"Marcus, no," Abby says, still avoiding her daughter and daughter-in-law. Lexa whimpers.

"Abby"—Marcus takes a bite of his pancake—"Clarke is 28. She’s married. We all know they have sex."

Lexa chokes on nothing while Abby growls softly at the back of her throat. Clarke blushes furiously but nods.

"Maybe before last night, we didn’t know for how long or the details—"

"Marcus!" Abby hits her glass on the table, and OJ flies everywhere.

"What I mean," Marcus continues, licking a drop of orange juice from his beard, "is that we are all adults and we can recover from this. Right, Clarke?"

"We didn’t know we were being loud," Clarke justifies, reaching for coffee. "We never meant to make you uncomfortable, mom."

"We still have a couple nights here, so just... please keep it down. You’re my pup." Abby finally meets her daughter’s eyes. Marcus nudges his girlfriend, and Abby apologizes, "I’m sorry for overreacting."

"It’s alright. I’m more worried about Lexa." Clarke points at her wife with her chin. "I think she’s still in shock."

Abby eyes Lexa up and down, and Lexa melts down in her chair a little bit.

"Mom, stop."

"I didn’t do anything."

"She can’t even touch me right now."

"Good."

"Abby, let the kids be kids."

"If your father were here...

"He would have laughed about it."

"I don’t know, Abby. Clarke didn’t sound like she needed a new daddy last night."

Lexa continued to melt down her chair, and Abby choked on juice.

"Too soon?" Kane places another forkful of pancakes in his mouth. "At least you know grandpups will be coming soon," he adds through a mouthful.

"Oh, god," Lexa whispers before passing out.

#clexa drabble #clexa prompt #that was short but hopefully sweet? #funny? #i tried #clexa #clexa fanfiction #omegaverse #clexa omegaverse #have some alpha lexa because it's been a while

[wanhedas-dagger]

future Tarnished but so grand drabble

A lazy Saturday morning drabble for @lexa-griffins for her birthday and also as an advance apology for all the angst that is to come in the near future.

No, Lexa still wasn’t quite used to the sight she woke up to yet. They had been living together for nearly five years now, engaged for a good two, so she was no stranger to waking up next to Clarke, she had been doing it almost every morning for the past one thousand eight hundred and fifty six days. But Lexa still wasn’t used to it.

It was the constant feeling of peace and contentment, it was the soft love, it was the safety and comfort that Lexa hadn’t known her entire life that she felt every morning now when she opened her eyes. It was rolling over on her side and watching the woman she loved sleep just a little longer, it was knowing she didn’t have to rush out of bed and get things ready or there would be consequences, it was knowing when her partner woke up, she would be met with a smile and a soft good morning.

She used to hate the weekends, used to hate Saturdays in particular because she was forced to spend the entire time within the confines of her house with Michael. Now, Lexa looked forward to it. Saturdays were easily her favorite, she got to spend it at home with Clarke, got to the spend the entire day together lounging in the living room with her head on Clarke’s lap catching up on all the TV show episodes they had missed over the week, or spend hours in bed clothed in nothing but the soft ray of sunshine that had sneaked its way in through the curtains.

“Morning,” Clarke said groggily as her eyes opened, “How long have you been watching me sleep?” She teasingly accusingly, voice low and deep, heavy with sleep.

“Oh not long,” Lexa matched her tone, “Just a couple of hours.” She could barely keep it together till the end of the sentence, a small giggle escaping despite Lexa’s efforts.

“It’s Saturday.” Clarke stated. “And it’s still in the AM,” She added after a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand which read 9:17 am. “So why are we awake, angel?”

Lexa shrugged with one shoulder, “I’m not tired?”

Something flashed in Clarke’s eyes at the statement, a playful sparkle as her lips curled into a matching smirk. “Then maybe…” She started calmly, hand coming up to Lexa’s arm and letting her fingers trace up alone the length of it. “I should tire you out?” She did her best to hide the excitement in her voice, putting on a not-at-all convincing act that this was just for Lexa and not herself. “So we can get a little more sleep?”

Lexa was never one to turn down an offer like that. And it wasn’t long before the two of them found themselves entirely too close to each other with Clarke’s fingers inside Lexa and Lexa’s mouth on Clarke’s chest. It was slow and lazy, quiet moans muffled by kisses, whispered I love yous, and breathless sighs. Clarke’s fingers knowing how best to drive Lexa crazy, Lexa knowing all too well the ways to touch Clarke that would was sure to make her cum by heightening the pleasure she got from fucking Lexa.

It was at least a handful of organs later that the two of them finally came apart on their prospective sides of the bed. Chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering their skin as they caught their breath. Lexa didn’t wait before closing the distance between them, her face finding the crook of Clarke’s neck and Clarke’s arm immediately going up around her waist.

“Tired?” Clarke asked knowingly.

Lexa’s eyes were already closed. “Enough to go back to sleep for an hour or two, yeah.”

#I think the moodboard is the best part about this #I wrote this in like an hour and a bit #it is a drabble in every sense of the word #can be read as a stand alone too if you haven’t/don’t wanna read tarnished #it’s just a short soft piece #they’re soft and there’s some soft bedroom activities #lexa-griffins #f tarnished but so grand #Clexa #t100 #Clexa fic #Drabble #personal

[reallygroovyninja]

Lexa and Clarke ambled down the quiet city street, their fingers lightly brushing against each other's as the world moved around them in a blur of muted sounds and color. As they passed by a myriad of storefronts, one in particular caught Clarke's eye, causing her to halt in her tracks.

It was a quaint art gallery, its window displaying an abundance of beautiful paintings. But one painting stood out to Clarke — a magnificent tapestry of colors, embodying emotions that spoke to her deeply. "Lexa, look at that," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with wonder. Lexa followed Clarke's gaze, and for a moment, both women were lost in the strokes and hues of the artwork.

The world around them was muted, the distant hum of the city blending with the subtle rustling of trees. Gathering her thoughts, Lexa turned to Clarke with a vulnerability in her eyes that wasn't often seen. "Do you ever regret it?" she asked hesitantly. Clarke looked at her, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Regret what?" she probed. Lexa exhaled, searching for the right words. "Not pursuing your love of art," she finally voiced out. Clarke's gaze drifted away for a moment, lost in a whirlwind of memories and dreams left behind.

As they stood there, the weight of Lexa's question lingered in the air. Clarke took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting the moon's gentle glow as she met Lexa's gaze. "No," she replied with unwavering certainty, "I don't regret it."

Seeing the surprise in Lexa's eyes, she continued, "When I chose to follow you to Polis University and pursue medicine, it wasn't just about us or about abandoning my passion for art. It was a calling. Something deep within me knew that this was where I needed to be, what I needed to do." She reached out, holding Lexa's hand reassuringly. "My love for art will always be a part of me, but walking this path with you, healing and helping others, feels just as right."

The stillness of the street enveloped them, amplifying the sincerity and depth of Clarke's words. As they resonated within Lexa, a rush of emotions welled up inside her, a concoction of admiration, understanding, and overwhelming love.

She looked deep into Clarke's blue eyes, seeing not just the woman she loved, but a soul filled with passion and purpose. Overwhelmed by the profound connection and the gravity of the moment, Lexa bridged the distance between them.

Gently cradling Clarke's face, she pressed her lips onto hers. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a silent acknowledgment of their shared journey and the sacrifices they made for each other and their dreams. The world around them faded as they lost themselves in the kiss, a testament to their unbreakable bond.

As their lips parted, Clarke and Lexa remained close, foreheads touching, and eyes still closed. The cacophony of life around them — the chirping crickets, distant conversations, and soft rustle of leaves — seemed distant, as if the world had taken a pause to honor their bond. With a shared smile and intertwined fingers, they stood, ready to face the challenges and joys the future would bring. Both women had made choices, faced regrets, and confronted fears, but together, they found strength and purpose. And as they walked away, side by side, it was evident to anyone who saw them that they were not just two souls in love, but also partners on a journey of growth, discovery, and unyielding commitment.

#a little drabble #i wrote based on a prompt #do you ever regret it? #drabble #clexa #578 words #as always grammerly and word are my beta readers

[100hearteyes]

Disclaimer: I'm in a very cruel mood right now and want to make a bitch cry, so here goes 👇

(warning: character death, kinda)

Here is a mean Clexa drabble to make you throw a bucketful of popcorn at me:

"Would you still talk to me if it was the other way around?"

Night has fallen around the small encampment of one. Miles away from the city, the sky is sprinkled with stars, like the clusters of freckles that dot Lexa's back, and the crackle of the fire fills the space with music, as though it's setting the tempo for the lights and shadows which dance across Clarke's skin. The ebb and flow of two lovers who never touch.

Clarke has a thick blanket draped over her shoulders. A gift from Lexa all those years ago, when her hands were just starting to get calloused and her eyes still shone like an endless dawn. It's just as soft as it was the day Lexa first wrapped it around Clarke and tied it with a kiss. Just as warm, too, although now it's woven from memories as well as wool, and Clarke can still feel the scent of her when she burrows into the fabric and breathes in deeply. She does that more often than she's proud to admit.

Clarke nurses a mug of hot chocolate between her palms while sitting on a log by the fire. Across from her, Lexa wears the same scuffed shoes and the same lopsided smile as she always has. There is comfort in familiarity, even if you see it day after week after month after year. Even if you sometimes wish it would change the littlest bit; just a tiny detail, just another one of her pairs of shoes, just a hair out of place.

Lexa could be blonde. Clarke could see her as a blonde. But then, she would miss those luscious brunette locks and the way they turn almost golden in the sunlight. She already misses running her fingers through it too much.

"So? Would you?"

Lexa never speaks out of turn. Never says what Clarke doesn't already know to be true. Always shows up when Clarke needs her. Nevertheless, Clarke wonders if this time she will be surprised.

"I don't know," Lexa says at last, and Clarke has half a mind to offer to share the blanket so she doesn't get cold in her thin flannel and tank top. "Did I love you half as much as you loved me?"

Clarke hates it when Lexa answers a question with a question. Hates it so much that she wants to brush that stray strand of hair behind her tiny hear, run her fingertips over those sharp cheekbones, pull her so close their lips almost touch. Hates it so much that it makes her want to remember what it feels like to kiss her.

Clarke sighs and drink a sip of her hot chocolate; lets the steam wash over her face and kiss away the cold. Across from her, Lexa doesn't even shiver.

"Sometimes it's easier to believe you didn't. It eases the regret a little bit."

"You should have stayed."

Clarke looks over at Lexa over the rim of her mug. Gray eyes stare grimly at her, clear as day despite the deep coal blanket of the night. In them, though, the memory of which Clarke is most certain – the longing, the fondness, the love.

"Yeah." She swallows around nothing and lowers the mug so she can drink Lexa in unimpeded. "I should have stayed."

Lexa only gives her a moment of peace before she reopens the wound, fresh and aching like the day it was carved into her heart.

"So? Did I?"

"What?" Clarke replies, although she knows Lexa can see right through it. You can't hide from your demons, even if they look as beautiful as the angel who created them.

"Did I love you half as much as you loved me?"

It comes in flashes, as it always does. Coming back for everything, finding nothing. Coming back for soulful gray eyes, finding them empty and soulless. Closing them with trembling fingers, knowing that from that day on only the memory of them would keep her warm at night.

"Sometimes I think you loved me more."

Lexa smiles, and Clarke wishes she would speak out of turn, and say what Clarke doesn't already know, and not show up for once when Clarke needs her.

More than anything, Clarke wishes that Lexa wouldn't have shown up. What a wonderful surprise that would have been.

"Then you know that I would still talk to you if it was the other way around."

#I am so deeply sorry for this #I wanted to make a bitch cry #clexa #clexa au #clexa fic #clexa fanfic #my fics #drabble #clexa fanfiction #character death

[geralehane]

anything with gdau clexa 🙏🏼

it's an eventful end to an uneventful day. unsurprisingly, it all starts with one raven reyes and her affinity for making clarke's life as annoyingly entertaining as possible. the current source of her entertainment pouts next to her. 'are you mad at me?' she sighs as she starts the car. 'no, baby. i'm not mad at you. i do have to say, when you texted me saying you're being offered weed and i told you to go for it, i didn't actually expect you to listen.'

'i just - never tried,' an insanely high lexa tries to explain, even as she all but melts into the passenger seat. 'your college stories seemed fun - everything is tingly now, clarke - can we stop by burger king?'

'burger king - oh my god, raven broke you.' clarke can't help but laugh, shaking her head. 'i take it the munchies have started?'

lexa, too preoccupied with staring at her while wearing the loopiest smile in existence, fails to reply. then: 'are you mad at me?'

'no,' she says, with a chuckle, and leans over to help her wife put on the seatbelt. lexa sighs, content and enamored, and clarke has to tell herself to focus as she pulls out of the parking lot and starts driving. 'i am a little annoyed you're high and im not, though.'

'oh!' out of the corner of her eye, clarke sees lexa busily and unproductively dig through her pockets. 'raven gave me a -- here!'

at the intersection, clarke stops at the red light and stares, entirely unamused and entirely unsurprised, as lexa proudly holds up a baggie with two miraculously un-crushed joints. 'of course,' she says. 'of course she did.'

lexa blinks. 'you don't wanna?'

'i'm driving, baby,' clarke points out, with a huff.

'oh.'

'just - put those away before we get pulled over. and before you ask, i am very not mad at you and i love you very much, okay?"

lexa's new smile - loopy and dopey and still unfairly attractive - makes a blinding return. 'okay. i love you too, clarke. my clarke.'

'your clarke,' she laughs, allowing her wife to lean in for a quick nuzzle. 'also. ask me if i wanna when we get home. and it's not just about the weed, by the way.'

lexa grins all the way home.

#clexa #gdau clexa #drabble event

[lexa-griffins]

What do you call a cow with no legs?

Ground beef!

We love thematic cow jokes ahdhsisbs 🐄🐄🐄

This truly is farm clexas humor. The kids dont have two moms they have too punny dads. And they hate, its dinner time, please shdjsjd

#letter opened #anonymous-red-506 #you know what #farm clexa #so i can remember them and use them in the drabbles ahdjsjd

[butmakeitgayblog]

Serious question here. Do you think it’s weird to be straight but enjoy shipping Clexa and even reading smutty fics?

That's such a loaded question tbh, because there's A LOT of factors to take into account. And at the end of the day it's not my place to judge someone for their ships to begin with, and beyond that, anything I say would just be riddled with my own personal arbitrary biases which honestly aren't needed in fandoms/personal fandom enjoyment. People like what they like for whatever reasons they like them, and it's not really anyone's job to police that.

Cuz even when you get down to the logistics of like, say, a cishet guy reading wlw smut and deeming that fetishizing, that same arguement could be applied to any number of other things. Lesbians fantasizing about straight women characters, or straight people playing gay characters in general, for example. Does it personally feel weird to me thinking about a cishet man reading my work? Yeah, it does. Does it feel weird thinking of cishet women reading it? Yeah, it does. Because my writing is meant for a queer audience who relate to the queer experience. But I'm also acutely aware that it's a slippery slope when we start gatekeeping arenas of fandom based on our own personal icks or biases or assumptions, or broadly condemning certain factions for engaging in material that's put out into the public.

Because the thing is, you don't truly know why they're actually drawn to the material. It's easy to just yell, "fetishizing!" and "sexualization!" But that's not always the case. Sometimes things just emotionally connect with people and they want to engage in more stuff made for it. When you write every person's motivation off with a blanket assumption, then the people who really do just get emotional fulfillment and enjoyment from reading a sappy love story or an angsty tearfest or a fluffy snuggle drabble between two characters that they admire, they're being shunned as well. And as far as you know, those may be the few times in their lives that they allow themselves to indulge in really emotionally driven material. It may be one of the few times they're able to admit that they themselves would like a softer kind of love like that, or a more dangerous kind of connection, etc. But then they feel like they can't even enjoy that kind of escapism because they might be seen as weird or gross. And that's not fair.

#anon #fandom #writing

[bababaka]

Hello, welcome!

I sometimes post headcannons drabbles and my opnions about how i'd like to rewrite a certain piece of media or character. I post other stuffs too, but they are random. I am a woman of multitudes. Follow me at your own risks.

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Masterlist

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Part 1 | Part 2

#masterlist #main post

[rebeliz7]

Oh hi me, I'm a clexa stan 🫡🫡

How heartbroken are we still? I'll post those drabbles this week.

Have a good day :)

#liz asks

[scribbling-punk]

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[cascowriteswords]

How about 3, a hesitant kiss?

“But if you’ve never kissed a girl, how do you know you like them?” Clarke asks. She lays in bed on her side, leaning on her elbow with her cheek resting in her hand. She watches Lexa, who is laying on her back with her hands laced behind her head as she stares up at the ceiling, with a curious sort of interest. 

“I don’t know,” Lexa answers simply, shrugging narrow shoulders. The twin mattress is small enough that Clarke can nearly see the thoughts whirring around behind green irises. What she would give to know what they are. “I’ve never kissed a boy, either, but I don’t want to. I don’t get crushes on them like I do with girls.”

“But if you’ve never kissed anyone…” Clarke trails off. She just doesn’t quite understand. It’s also a mystery to her how her best friend still hasn’t had her first kiss when she’s easily one of the prettiest people in their 8th grade class. Girls or boys, she could have her pick. 

“How did you know you like girls, too?” Lexa asks, turning things around on Clarke. “Was it before or after you kissed one?”

“Before, I guess,” Clarke admits after thinking about it for a second. “But I guess I wasn’t really sure about it until I had my first kiss with one. I wasn’t sure it could feel the same as it does with a boy.”

“I mean, I guess I’m not really sure either,” Lexa says, shrugging again. “I’ve only ever really had one crush in my life. And they don’t like me back at all, so it doesn’t matter.”

Clarke’s heart aches at that. Lexa is so worthy of love. She’s her favorite person in the entire world. “Who is she? I’m sure if you just told her…”

Lexa shakes her head once, no. “I can’t tell her. But thanks,” she says, sighing. She turns to look at Clarke, looking both ghostly and ethereal in the dimness of the room, moonlight casting shadows and highlights across her face. This is what Clarke means; if Lexa has a crush, she’s certain they would like her back if she only told them. Looking at her best friend all she can think is how could anyone not be into that? 

“I have an idea,” she says, speaking on impulse before her brain has a chance to stop her. “We can kiss. Because we’re best friends, you know? And that way you can see if you like it, and if you do, you should definitely tell your crush that you like her. There will be no reason not to.”

Lexa’s eyes widen in alarm briefly before she reigns her facial expression back in. Clarke watches the nervous bob of her throat as she swallows and finds that her own palms have gone unexplainably clammy. She’s not sure if she’s more nervous that Lexa will say no or that she’ll say yes. “I don’t know…” Lexa says. “Wouldn’t it be weird?”

“Why would it be weird?” Clarke asks, like it’s no big deal. Like her stomach isn’t anxiously twisting around inside of her, turning itself into knots. “It’s just a kiss. You can take the lead, it can be as long or as short as you want it to be.”

Lexa is quiet and just stares at her for a moment, thinking. Just when Clarke’s about to retract the offer and attempt to brush it off as a joke to save them both their dignity, Lexa nods. “Okay,” she says. “Yeah, I’ll do it. As long as you’re really okay with it. Just one kiss, between friends.”

“Okay,” Clarke says, trying to sound as cool and calm as she can manage when her pulse is pounding in her ears. “I’ll just - I’ll close my eyes,” she says, at the same time that she snakes one of her hands down to find Lexa’s and threads their fingers together. They’re both grounded by the contact.

“Okay,” Lexa says again, her voice barely a whisper. Clarke closes her eyes, and a few seconds later she feels Lexa shift towards her in the bed, rolling onto her side. Then she feels her breath as she leans in even closer, fanning across her face. They’re both trembling by the time Lexa touches her lips to Clarke’s - Lexa maybe a bit more - but as soon as she does they each stop, going still. Clarke lets out a shaky breath of surprise as Lexa applies a little more pressure, slotting their mouths together like they’ve done this many times before. She can’t help when she leans in closer, releasing Lexa’s hand to instead rest it on her hip. Her touch is tentative and gentle like Lexa’s mouth is as it presses against her own, but there’s an energy and electricity between them that is nearly palpable. Clarke wants to tap into it, but she promised Lexa just one kiss. She pulls away slowly and watches as Lexa opens her eyes to find her pupils blown wide. They’re both breathing heavily, overcome by the intensity of the moment, such a small and brief kiss igniting so much between them. The silence between them feels almost sacred. Like they’re connecting on a level deeper than ever before. 

“You’re my crush,” Lexa blurts out. Then clamps her hand over her mouth like she surprised herself by saying that out loud, the words coming out of their own accord. 

Such a dork. An adorable dork. Clarke’s heart soars. “Are you serious?” she asks, fingers flexing where they still rest on Lexa’s hip. 

“Yes,” Lexa admits, nodding. “I’m sorry I never told you. I just - you liked Finn so much, and then Niylah, and we’re best friends so I never thought in a million years you would ever -”

“Lexa,” Clarke cuts her off. Lexa’s mouth snaps shut. “You’re my crush too,” she tells her; finally. She reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair away from her forehead, taps the tip of her nose with her index finger affectionately. “Kiss me again?”

They can hardly manage a kiss around their shit-eating grins.

#thanks for asking buddy!! #and sorry for the delay #clexa #clexa drabble #hesitant kiss #lil babies

[owl127]

Exactly! Sorry if it’s weird but my brain said so lol

They think she’s just a wolf so she’s stuck in the zoo

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Congrats to our amazing team for rescuing this majestic wolf! Queen was rescued three months ago after being mistakenly shot by a hunter. With her size and pelt, the hunter didn’t think it was a wolf! She’s extremely intelligent, a pack leader, and larger than usual for her species. Our team worked hard to make sure she was healthy before moving her to the Mammal Predators exhibition. Come visit her at the Northwestern Wildlife Zoo!  #northwesterninstitute  #northwesternzoo #wolves #savethewolves 

It wasn’t always that Lexa had the opportunity to wear a suit. Their pack rarely meddled with humans, but when the opportunity arose, she enjoyed the touch of soft fabric over her muscles and tattoos. She would have been enjoying it more as she and Raven walked into the Northwestern Wildlife Institute if it weren’t for her rapidly beating heart.

Clarke was there. She could feel it, a soft presence of her scent wafting from both the research facility and the mammal exhibition corner of the attached zoo. Close, and yet so, so far. 

"Thank you for coming, Dr. Woods and Dr. Reyes," a polite woman said, shaking Lexa's hand briefly. "I’m Dr. Kayla, and I work with Professor Pike." She had been close to Clarke; Lexa could smell it in her skin. Raven cleared her throat and also shook the woman’s hand. 

"Thank you for having us." Raven had always been easier with humans, like most wolves from the Ark Clan. This plan was hers, and contrary to Lexa’s initial plan after they realized who had taken Clarke—which was basically infiltrate, kill, and rescue—this idea might work.

"I understand you want to take one of my wolves," a man called from inside the meeting room, his mustache smelling like old, bitter coffee. Lexa despised the fact that she could detect Clarke's scent on him. "And my favorite one, nonetheless," he amended, gesturing for Lexa and Raven to sit at the meeting table.

"We’ve come to realize that the wolf you captured is already a specimen from our facility," Raven stated, shaking her head at the coffee Dr. Kayla offered them. "As fellow researchers, you understand the importance of returning our specimen."

"She’s been here for months." Pike accepted his coffee, taking a long sip. Under the table, Lexa closed a tight fist in contained anger. "How is it that we’re hearing about you only now? She’s not chipped, she doesn’t have any scars from surgery before we got her, and..."

Lexa focused on her breathing, tightening her jaw so her canines wouldn’t expand and close around the insufferable man’s neck.

Clarke had gone missing while hunting in human territory; inadvisable, but she always enjoyed the thrill. They searched for her for weeks and weeks, with no success. It was Octavia who found her. While on Instagram, she came upon the click bait: Wolf steals kids’ ice cream at the zoo. And there was Clarke, in her white pelt glory, licking a scoop of strawberry ice cream from a kid who thought it was a good idea to jump inside the wolves' cage across the protection barrier. Clarke had kept him safe from the other wolves, and the kid shared his ice cream with her. They found out Clarke had her own Instagram account, @white_pelt_queen_wolf, with multiple videos and photos of the "wild wolf" with unusual behavior.

"I say all of this," Pike continued, and Lexa blinked at him, cringing at the smell of his cheap cologne, "because we’ve been getting threats from non-profits that think a wolf like Queen should be in the wild. "However, as you stated, Dr. Reyes, we understand the value of such a specimen to science and the contributions it can make to the entire species."

Queen. What once had been an intimate nickname between the mated couple sounded like a humiliation to Lexa’s ears now. 

"We are not requesting her to be released," Raven lied easily, "we want her to go back to her home environment. I’m sure there were instances where she demonstrated intense, stubborn behavior." Raven lifted her eyebrows, and Lexa had to suppress a smirk at the look Pike and Kayla shared. Clarke was like that: she was never one to back down.

"We reviewed your paperwork, and it checks out," Pike admitted, his coffee mug leaving a dark stain on the polished glass of the table. "However, we recently discovered that Queen is pregnant."

"Three pups!" Dr. Kayla chimed in.

"It was hard to get her to do the ultrasound," Pike continued, "she can be quite ferocious, and..."

Lexa's blood pumped slowly in her ears, a low ringing dampening the man's words. Clarke was pregnant. Those were Lexa's pups. Before Lexa's teeth could clench into a feral growl, Raven held her hand tightly, her nails biting the skin, until Lexa took a deep breath.

"Not even one?" Pike had been arguing with Raven, and Lexa's throat closed when she understood what they were arguing about. "It's a litter of three; I'm sure that one of the pups can remain at my institute."

"Absolutely not," Raven insisted, her hand like hot steel on top of Lexa's. "Our research facility is responsible for that wolf and any of her pups. It's all in the documentation I shared with you."

"I’m sorry to hear that." Pike took a long pull of his coffee, swallowing it loudly. Lexa wanted to punch his throat and watch it break under her claws. "Let us make a final data collection, and then she can be ready for transportation. My team will reach out to yours."

"Thank you for your time," Lexa said and stood up, and Raven followed her with a frown. "You will hear from our team tomorrow."

Pike smiled smugly as they left the meeting room, unaware of the coffee stain on his collar. As Raven and Lexa passed through the institute’s gate, Lexa said, "He's not giving her up."

"He stank of lying." Lexa..."

"Those are my pups, Raven. My mate. We tried it your way; tonight, we're doing things my way."

0000

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Here’s a video of our Queen refusing to greet her feeders! She chooses what she wants to eat and is able to communicate efficiently when she’s displeased with her food! #northwesterninstitute  #northwesternzoo #wolves #savethewolves 

The video of the large wolf staring at her feeders with a bored expression is followed by the same wolf peeing on the feeder’s jacket as he left the cage.

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

It almost looked like Queen is posing for the kids’ pictures! She’s an incredible wolf! #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo #wolves 

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Every night, Queen howls after the zoo guests are gone. Some say it’s because she left her mate in the wild :( #wolflovestory #queenthewolf #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo

@white_pelt_queen_wolf

Queen has rejected another suitor! The wolf from our sister institute in California was painfully rejected as he tried to mount her. The theory that Queen has a mate in the wild continues! #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo #wolves #girlpower

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White puffs of air left Lexa’s nose as she crouched over the institute’s wall. On her left, Anya joined her, and on her right, the bulking figure of Lincoln loomed over the high, concrete wall. In black, their shadows were barely visible as they cut the cables of two security cameras and jumped inside the mammal predators section of the zoo. 

Lexa bit her lip when she heard Clarke’s howls.

"Bellamy, you copy?" Anya spoke into her radio. "We’re ready for the distraction up front."

"Roger!" Came his grumpy response. The silent trio counted 65 seconds before an explosion followed by sirens could be heard on the opposite side of the zoo. Raven and Belly had come up with the idea of freeing the monkeys around the zoo, and the night guards would be too busy to look anywhere else but the flying feces coming their way. Lexa waited for the single night guard in the mammal area to receive a call on his radio before they were alone in the night.

One lion growled when they passed by, but Lincoln growled back and the kitten backed off. The tigers were unimpressed as they made their way to the wolves' cage, and a dark panther watched curiously from atop the tree in her cage.

Lexa’s heart jumped to her throat when she saw Clarke’s form, dirty and tired, laying in the corner of the cage. Lexa jumped over the trench separating the wolves from the public, hearing the rushed steps of Anya and Lincoln behind her. The other wolves had learned early to stay away from Clarke. Behind the trench, there was a cage that separated the wolves, and Lexa ran to it, hands trembling on the bars. "Clarke!" she called, to which Anya shushed her. 

Clarke’s head rose so fast as she unfurled like a white bundle of furs, her yellow, wolf eyes fixing on Lexa. She blinked once, twice, her nose trembling as she sniffed the air.

"It’s me, love," Lexa reassured as Lincoln worked on the bars, but the small saw they had brought would take a long time to break her free. 

Clarke jumped to her feet and ran to meet her mate and her pack, whining softly. Lexa morphed into an imposing black wolf, their snouts touching between the cold bars.

"I thought you’d never come," Clarke said in their wolf bond, licking Lexa’s snout. "This won’t work." She pointed at Lincoln’s work. "There’s an entrance through the back. Once I’m out, we can shapeshift and leave."

"We’ll be right there," Lexa promised, and she nodded at both Anya and Lincoln before making her way to the back of the cage.

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@white_pelt_queen_wolf

We regret to inform you that Queen was abducted from her cage last night. The security footage has been whipped out, and besides a commotion in the monkey’s area, there was no other sign of breaking in. If anyone has information on Queen’s history, please don’t hesitate to contact Northwestern Wildlife Institute at [email protected]  #queenthewolf #northwesterninstitute #northwesternzoo

@octavia_master34

> Maybe her mate finally came to her rescue! 

#ask the owl #clexa drabble #clexa fanfiction #wolves #there's no limit of the requests in this blog #look at me writing drabbles like a normal author #art art art #fanfic #clexa #the 100 #the 100 drabble

[blueberryhoneybadger]

I got wayyy behind posting the #EveryClexaAO3 fics i’ve read because i had a HUGE life event happen that’s kept me off Tumblr for a couple weeks. I’ve read through 69 fics (lol that number just happened to work out on it’s own) since my last post on this journey and that’s just way too many to try and catch up with info and gifs/mood boards for all of them. I feel kind of bad about not making them like the other posts. As if i’m letting the writers (who i don’t even know and probably have no clue i’m even doing this) down and not doing their works justice... But alas, i must keep moving forward. I might drop some emojis next to some of the titles at least. 

Links to 8-77 of 7,959 Clexa Fics are below.

8. Better Together, Always

Author’s Summary: Chancellor Griffin welcomes Commander Lexa, her attendants, and Ambassador Kane for their sixth Unity Day on the Ground. Revelations ensue.

9. Beautiful Girls and Coffee Shops

Author’s Summary: Prompt: ‘I come to this café pretty much every day before work and by now you know my order by heart and even wave at me when I come in’ AU

10. At The Eye

Author’s Summary: Clarke woke with a start, breath still rapid from the nightmare. A soft grumble to her left pulled her eyes to Lexa. At some point during last night's planning session exhaustion had overcome them. Clarke didn't remember climbing into Lexa's bed, but having her warm strong body lightly pressed against her soothed Clarke. Soon they would have to talk about whatever this was between them. For now, Clarke lay back down and threaded her fingers with Lexa's. Matching her breath to her partner's, Clarke slipped back to sleep.

11. Favor Fire

Author’s Summary: There are so many ways to die. And it feels like it’s her curse to learn all of them

12. Favor Fire

Author’s Summary: There are so many ways to die. And it feels like it’s her curse to learn all of them

13. Throne of wood, eyes of thunder

Author’s Summary: Clarke has had enough of the Commander's elusive tactics and swaying loyalty. Deciding to give Lexa a piece of her mind, the talk doesn't go quite as planned (but perhaps just the way it's supposed to).

14. Clarke and Lexa's First Kiss

Author’s Summary: Tumblr Prompt: (Clarke/Lexa) Lexa kissed her. She kissed her and it surprised them both.

15. Day 1: Role Reversal - "Ex-Commander"

Author’s Summary: February Femslash Day 1 - Role Reversal (prompt from the-100-femslash tumblr) The grounders overthrow their Commander. The sky people allow her to join them, but she must stay inside where her people can’t hurt her. Lexa now takes up Clarke’s old position as Abby’s apprentice.

16. (Blood)lust

Author’s Summary: Lexa spins and slashes low across the belly of a Mountain Man who had snuck up behind her. Without bullets, they fall easily before her people. A feral grin curls Lexa’s lips, and she catches a glimpse of gold in the corner of her eye. She sees the Princess, small blade in hand, cutting down an enemy with a slit throat, letting him drown in his own blood. Sensing no dangers nearby, Lexa allows herself a rare moment to appreciate the sight that Clarke makes, red painted vibrantly across pale skin and blonde hair. The leader of the Sky People is a picture of strength, even breath spilling from her lips as she crouches slightly, looking for the next attacker.

17. Animalistic

Author’s Summary: In a moment of happiness and excitement, Clarke finds herself hugging Lexa. After the hug, Lexa finds herself kissing the blonde. Written for Femslash February.

18. Blood and Guts Have Nothing on Scars

Author’s Summary: Lexa and Clarke share a moment as they bond over lost loves, but maybe some good could come out of it.

19. Possession

Author’s Summary: Prompt: Possessive. A small drabble of Lexa and Clarke.

20. Hunting

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa are married. They go hunting together.

21. "Trapped"

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa are trapped in the ape habitat longer than expected giving them time to talk.

22. in love may you find the next shore

Author’s Summary: She likes the way she draws her eyeliner on extra thick and that cold look in her eyes like a storm.

23. Day Three: Small Spaces

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa have been captured by Mount Weather and restrained in an interrogation room. Clarke struggles to calm Lexa as she is revealed to be claustrophobic.

🥵 24. Fundamentals of Human Anatomy

Author’s Summary: Clarke and Lexa are roommates who are politely friendly with one other. That's all about to change.

25. two of us

Author’s Summary: Clarke, Lexa, and the zombie apocalypse.

26. I need you

Author’s Summary: Lexa watches over a sleeping Clarke after their encounter with the gorilla at the zoo. She hates to admit it but shes intrigued by this girl. Shes special.

27. Let's be clear {I won't close my eyes}

Author’s Summary: The first thing you are aware of after escaping the cage and the wrath of the giant gorilla is how tightly Clarke's hand is gripping your uninjured one. You look down at it with something akin to wonder, how her white knuckled fingers are entwined with yours, and stumble over nothing as she half drags you through the forest and away from the angry roars that make your ears ring.

✨ 28. Parting Gifts and Talks About Cats

Author’s Summary: Clarke is not entirely sure what to do when Commander Lexa suddenly starts giving her messages in the form of gifts.

✨ 29. The Wounds We Carry

Author’s Summary: Some wounds cannot be seen, but that doesn't mean they can't be healed. Set between episode 2x10 and 2x11.

✨ 30. Capture

Author’s Summary: What might have happened if Anya succeeded in bringing Clarke back to the Grounder camp after escaping Mount Weather.

✨❤️ 31. (I Wanna Be) Your Left Hand Man

Author’s Summary: "I will remember how to write your name, Clarke, but do not delude yourself into thinking I would change my way of living for you because you fell from the sky with lust for a utopia that does not exist."

32. Clarke and Lexa Swap Roles

Author’s Summary: Role Reversal. Clarke and Lexa swap roles as leader of their people.

33. When the Xamalts Invaded

Author’s Summary: Apocalypse/Dystopian AU. Warning: Slavery including sex slavery mentioned once. Also cannon character death. The Sky People and Tree People live on earth back before the war and alien's have invaded.

34. The Heart's Words

Author’s Summary: Not all words are spoken by the lips. The most important are whispered by the heart for the soul to hear. The night before a raid on the enemy Clarke comes to Lexa to speak.

35. Soulmates Reunite

Author’s Summary: Locked in a building/room/small space together alone. Clarke and Lexa get locked in a cell in the exodus because they've been fighting.

✨❤️ 36. but weren't we indestructible

Author’s Summary: “Pack what supplies you’ll need, and meet me at the edge of the trees.” She pockets another dagger and heads for the tent’s opening, but then she pauses and spares Clarke a half-glance over her shoulder. “I don’t want to be forced to leave without you, Clarke. Even I know that would be foolish.” Clarke and Lexa go hunting post-2x10. Danger and injury ensue, but first they talk about yoga.

37. So Much for My Happy Ending

Author’s Summary: Secret Relationship. Set season 1. The grounders and the 100 are at war but Clarke and Lexa find love in the middle of it all.

😏 38. Home Is Nowhere, Therefore You

Author’s Summary: Lexa muses while Clarke sleeps.

39. Attack Her and You Attack Me

Author’s Summary: There's was an alliance forged in flames, but perhaps it can become one built on light.

40. Man or Monster?

Author’s Summary: Lexa had not said a word since she had ridden through Camp Jaha's gates and asked where they were keeping the man from Mount Weather.

41. To Be Fearless

Author’s Summary: Clarke is expected to favour knowledge over bravery, but when it comes time to choose, she chooses to be brave.

42. Who Are You?

Author’s Summary: Body swap. Future fic. Clarke and Lexa wake up in the other's body. (I hope this isn’t too confusing.)

🥺 43. Clarity

Author’s Summary: "Clarke gets hurt and Lexa gets very protective of her and wants to be the only one to take care of her. Could they have already had a commitment ceremony as well so they are married?"When Clarke is injured, Lexa insists on tending to her herself. Clarke wants to know why.

44. My Lover's the Sunlight

Author’s Summary: Relationship ft. an ace or aro character. Warning: Self harm. I didn’t want to make Clarke’s sexuality into a big thing. Lexa runs away and Clarke searches day and night to find her.

45. Closed Conversations

Author’s Summary: Trapped in the Gorilla's cage Clarke works to bind Lexa's collarbone and fills the silence with conversation about the Commander.

46. Day 6: Relationship ft. an Ace Character - "Not Interested"

Author’s Summary: Octavia and Indra discuss their friends’ love lives. I attempted to make Indra an asexual character in this.

47. Midnight Rendezvous

Author’s Summary: Its the middle of the night when Clarke slips out of Camp Jaha but she's got a destination in mind.

48. Is This the End?

Author’s Summary: Together in Mount Weather. Tree People, Sky Person, Mount Weather and a scouting mission gone wrong.

49. and thus the heart will break

Author’s Summary: Clarke wouldn't wish this pain on anyone. Not even her enemies. The fact that she saw Indra shed tears for her, broke her all the more.

50. A Dreamer's Image

Author’s Summary: There are so many ways to die. And it feels like it’s her curse to learn all of them

51. Trust and Desire

Author’s Summary: Together in the depths of their desires it falls to Clarke to lead Lexa.

52. What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger

Author’s Summary: Rivals to lovers. Clarke and Lexa compete in the yearly tournament to see who is the best warrior.

✨😎 53. Hunting

Author’s Summary: Lexa takes Clarke hunting, but Clarke keep distracting her.

54. Just Keep Breathing

Author’s Summary: The most beautiful smile she had ever seen. A Clexa one shot based on that line.

🥵 55. A Battle of Desire

Author’s Summary: The beginning of Clarke's relationship with Lexa is a battle.

💔 56. No We're Not in Paradise

Author’s Summary: Holiday. Clarke and Lexa decide to have some time away together, but things go horribly wrong.

😎❤️ 57. Massage

Author’s Summary: Lexa's shoulder is hurt, so Clarke insists on giving her a massage.It's fluff, and I'm kinda disgusted by how much fluff but I'm in a fluff mood so sue me.

58. the one with the missile

Author’s Summary: larke, Lexa, and the End of the World (Again) or: The One With The MissileThey are the only two that make it out of the conflict alive. That may not be a good thing.

✨❤️ 59. you are a catch 22 (either way i miss out)

Author’s Summary: Clarke tips her head forward, hair falling like a curtain, and, not for the first time, is Lexa a little entranced - the color is rare on her people, reserved for flowers and the sun and it waves a lot when Clarke moves and when Lexa runs her fingers through it. Not for the first time, does Lexa find herself thinking of the sky princess in terms unbefitting of an ally. Clarke navigates the world in peacetime, and finds herself a little lost in the possibility of a future and Lexa.

60. Draw Me Like One of Your French Girls

Author’s Summary: Clarke’s partner or crush finds Clarke’s drawings of them. Lexa find some interesting drawings in Clarke's journal. Will she be mad at her?

61. Wolves in the Warren

Author’s Summary: The Assault on Mount Weather ends with the capture of the Grounder forces leaders, but the Mountain Men underestimate Clarke and Lexa. Together in Mount Weather - This has shifted away from the current canon in that I decided to use Clarke and Lexa to get inside the Mountain.

62. Father's Day

Author’s Summary: Lexa is curious about Sky People holidays, but ends up inviting Clarke to share a Grounder Holiday. Clarke's father is a very important aspect of her development as a person, so I thought I'd do something to honour him.

🥵✨ 63. Reciprocating

Author’s Summary: Sort-of sequel to Massage, but can be read alone.Clarke returns tense after working with rehabilitating Reapers, and Lexa decided it's time to return the favor Clarke did for her. Massage turned sexytimes.

🥵⭐️❤️ 64. Strange Things Did Happen Here

Author’s Summary: The gentleness of Clarke's voice reminded her of Costia, making it all the more obvious that the sky girl was sent to her by the stars and the Gods. Weakness or no weakness, it was clear to Lexa that Clarke was meant to be hers.

65. When Your Heart Beats Next to Mine

Author’s Summary: Bed Sharing. Clarke stays at Ton DC while having a crush on the commander.

66. the fire's found a home in me

Author’s Summary: The first thing Clarke does after her mom walks away is double over and vomit onto the forest floor in front of her.(Takes place immediately after 2x12. Title from "Yellow Flicker Beat" by Lorde.)

67. Patching Up The Law

Author’s Summary: Officer Lexa Heda makes it a point to only receive medical treatment from Doctor Clarke Griffin. However, she's not interested in maintaining their working relationship indefinitely.

✨❤️ 68. Solar Flare

Author���s Summary: “Clarke.” Suddenly Lexa is the only thing she can see. Maybe that’s not the worst thing.

69. An Artist's Muse

Author’s Summary: Art as a concept holds little value to Lexa and her People, but when the art is provided by Clarke Griffin's hands, Lexa finds value in its form.

70. Accident Prone

Author’s Summary: Teachers AU. Lexa is the Head of Slytherin house and the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Clarke is the school's Matron and teacher of healing magic.

71. it's nothing you thought of yourself

Author’s Summary: The end was this: Lexa was going to be a Jaeger pilot and she was going to be fucking great at it.No, the surprises come later.

72. Secrets

Author’s Summary: Fake Relationship. Clarke is dating Bellamy but loves Lexa. Abby is homophobic?

73. there's no us in winning

Author’s Summary: "This might sting." Clarke warns unnecessarily."I have had worse." And the skygirl looks at her hand, the criss-crossing scars on her chest and arms of fights long past and nods."Of course."After the win, when it's all said and done, there's still not enough time or enough space to push them together, but they can still heal.

74. Crimson Dew Drops

Author’s Summary: After the victory over Mt. Weather, Clarke follows Lexa.

75. Tragic Eyes (that i can’t even recognize myself behind)

Author’s Summary: Clarke stands in the wreckage of Tondc as it smolders.  She reminds herself to keep her face still and void of expression, her heart clenches and she wills that still as well.  One day, she hopes, she will manage to push away all her emotion as Lexa has. “Love is weakness,” she murmurs as she watches a wailing man bent over a smoldering corpse.  Clarke cannot afford to be weak. Her mother has immersed herself among the wounded, but there is little she can do for the grounders whose skin is charred and blackened.  She catches Clarke’s eyes from across the leveled ground and Clarke looks away. She knows what she will see, the aching disappointment is apparent even without looking.  Clarke clenches a fist and tries to contain the bile that rises in her throat.  Her stomach roils and she looks at the flames that are finally beginning to die down.   Tondc burns and Clarke wills herself to not burn along with it. 

76. Shadows in space

Author’s Summary: Snapshots of Clarke's life, from the ark to the ground. Spoilers through 2x12.

✨❤️😏 77. Dead Hearts (Don't Let Me Fall)

Author’s Summary: All the war and death are taking their toll on Clarke. Can she overcome her issues, or will she lose herself trying. A Clexa one shot, loosely inspired by this song.

#EveryClexaAO3 #clexa #fanfiction #clexa fic #clexa fanfic #Read on AO3 #clexa ao3 #The 100

[kpforpresident]

All these little slice of life (?) from Clexa plant!AU are pure gold.

They bring me so much joy! 😊😊

thank you love, this makes me smile. Happy to answer/post any more drabbles/scenes that you kids want, just send 'em my way. I'm currently in finals season but I have a whole month off at Christmas and will absolutely be posting actual stories/one shots more frequently that I have been this month xx

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#prompts #thanks anon #clexa #plant au