#demon!lexa

[butmakeitgayblog]

I’m not the other anon but re demon AU, lexa was hardly the dirty one. As a human, Clarke was far more willing to push the boundaries than sweet Lexa 😈 she was just game for whatever Clarke wanted to do.

Oh it absolutely was Clarke's doing 🥴 for all the shit Lexa talks - and she does talk a good game - the truth is that she was relatively innocent tbqh. She understood sex and in theory wanted to have A Lot of it with Clarke as soon as possible, but in all of her daydreaming and imagining, it was all... rather innocent? Having never been with anyone, she mostly pictured herself kissing Clarke. Running her hands over her neck and tasting the skin between her breasts. Wondered what her nipples would feel like against her palm; if they'd feel different than her own. She imagined a lot of running her hands up Clarke's thighs under those perfectly professional skirts. Had vague images of her head working between Clarke's legs. Idle thoughts of blonde curls turned darker from being wet against her tongue.

And then the reality that is Clarke Griffin showed up and just kicked the entire door down on Lexa's fantasies. Suddenly she was being roughly fucked against her office's wall and listening to daydreams about getting pressed into her chair with her pants down to get eaten out during work hours before being bent over her own desk 😳

At no point, at noooooo point, was Lexa ever actually the one driving this thing

#anon #demon!lexa #don't get me wrong tho once Clarke really opened her eyes to it Lexa is freak #she's not CoA Lexa level freak but.... we all remember how she decided to celebrate Clarke finally calling her her girlfriend #i rest my case

[jazzyjazzin]

i just finished reading a demon!lexa fic and now my life is meaningless and purposeless without her. come back to me demon lexa pls,,,

#clexa #clexa au #lexa #demon!lexa #clarke x lexa

[danewthang]

Guys this face has nothin to do with this tbh

Also I got more doodles ^^

I like turtles. 🐢.

Plus this lil cutie 🤭✨

Anyway

Even tho I didn't Boop anyone (Or didn't even know how 👀) I hope you have an awesome Taco Tuesday 👍

#inky mystery #babtqftim #babtqftim au #qftim #qftim au #quest cuphead #quest mugman #quest bendy #quest boris #quest felix #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #the inky mystery #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #my oc art #my ocs <3 #cindy crown #lexa the redstone demon #mha au #mha hawks #SJSHDNDHDNDJNSJB hope y'all enjoy them #my doodles #doodlings #my au doodles #artists on tumblr #also #boop

[qvert]

‘Jesus fuck!’

‘Definitely not Jesus :D’

@butmakeitgayblog love it so far :)

#mine #demon!lexa au #clexa #lexa

[wanhedas-dagger]

Okay but wouldn’t a fallen angel/demon au be fun? Where Clarke is the fallen angel/demon and lexa is a very willing human? Clarke with lil horns and a tail and those mesmerizing eyes and a massive otherworldly cock? Meeting Lexa by chance because Clarke was here to actually drag some bastard to hell for selling their soul but she got the wrong address. And instead of working, she ends up spending the night with this gorgeous brunette who is convinced this is a dream because there is no way this divine being is in her house and pussy giving her the best fucking of her life.

#yes I know of at least 3 demon AU’s #and at least one of them has Clarke as the demon and lexa as the human #but that doesn’t mean there can’t be More #personal

[nerdishpursuits]

#adcedit #alycia debnam carey #HOTDAMN #👀 #🥂 #Demon!Lexa vibes all around #laura harrier

[rivertalesien]

So now, because we can never have nice things, we've got to build a really queer network to host Warrior Nun, Motherland: Fort Salem, One Day at A Time, Batwoman, The Runaways, a Xena reboot and the Harley Quinn animated series because YOU KNOW the clock is ticking.

In fact, there is so much cancelled work out there right now we wouldn't even have to worry about programming Wednesday nights.

#remember all that noise we made over Lexa? #yeah we need to do that again #only bigger #because we are being flung in a ditch #and that means it is so much easier to demonize us

[aethergate]

“The vibes around here just got a whole lot worse all a the sudden.”

#the dancing demon [ bendy ] #ground control [ dash commentary ] #LEXA JOEY!!! YES!!! #joey says words bendy gets a dread debuff

[kpforpresident]

Good Vibrations AU

Lexa is staring particularly hard at the one penis-shaped water stain in the damp ceiling, trying her absolute hardest not to eavesdrop on the couple that was standing a stone’s throw away, arguing hotly next to a hot pink, two-foot-long dildo that Lexa would hazard a guess at being at least as large around as her forearm. The girl, a tiny petite thing with platinum blonde hair fiddles with a bullet toy on the nearby display while the boy, a walking embodiment of a mountain dew and Cheetos gamer, gestures emphatically at the monstrous toy that dangles by the girl’s shoulder. Lexa can practically feel the toy staring at her with its bulbous head, the massive silicone ball silhouette gleaming softly in the dull fluorescent lighting. 

“Babe, I’m just saying, I think it would fit…”

Lexa bites back a shudder as she fastidiously scrubs away an invisible speck away from the display case that houses a frankly staggering array of lubes, both flavored and plain. 

One more year and I will have enough to pay outright for my master’s degree loans, and I never have to step foot in here again, Lexa finds herself thinking with the fervent hope of a thousand suns as she stares unseeing at a strawberry lube bottle that boasts an eye-wateringly bright green label that promises a “Sweet, Slippery Good Time!” 

“You have no issue with my dick, this isn’t that much bigger-” 

Lexa, fighting every demon known not to let out a cackle at the exasperated look on the blonde girl’s face, ducks her head to chew on her lip before moving from the safety of behind her glass and metal counter. Walking purposefully by the duo, she innocently straightens a lacy thigh-high garter that sits proudly in the slightly-frosted windows, just opaque enough to squeak by the city’s stringent guidelines but transparent enough to barely hint at what lay behind the metallic doors of Good Vibrations, Polis’s self-proclaimed best and largest sex shop. 

Kane, the town’s local eccentric but entirely affable billionaire had opened the shop three years ago must to the abject horror of the local evangelical group, led by the most fervent of the bunch, Charles Pike. 

Kane staunchly maintained that the shop existed to promote sex positivity and awareness in a world increasingly fraught with misinformation or staggering layers of prudish beliefs on the topic of sex education. Seething with barely contained hostility, Pike and his acolytes were ordered to cease their weekly prayer circles outside of the front door as Kane managed to find the largest, glittery, rainbow flag with a bedazzled uterus on it and set it flying proudly outside of their front door. 

Much to everyone and no one’s surprise, Good Vibrations does a rip-roaring trade in sex toys and accessories, with customers ordering online from around the world, business pouring in after young and scrappy student journalist Lexa Woods wrote a piece about the story of the local business for a university writing course. She, of course, had expected it to go no further than the boundaries of the sleep little town of Polis, assuming that many students would read the piece and make a note of the store as a place to stagger into when their sweet new girlfriend texted them that yes, they did really want to use the fluffy pink handcuffs, or no, of course, the vibrator wasn’t necessary and her boyfriend always made her O but the girl just figured it would be fun to try the Satisfyer Pro 2. You know, for science. 

Kane had laughed uproariously and framed it when the New York Times picked it up as an opinion lifestyle piece, hanging it just inside the front door with pride. He then offered young Lexa a job. Desperate to fund her dreams of global journalism and international affairs studies, she seizes the chance to work a flexible job with good pay and weekends off. 

Hence why she was currently furiously chewing her cheek again the onslaught of laughter bubbling up in her throat as Gamer Boy makes a show of jiggling the pink monstrosity of a toy near his own nether regions, minutely hip thrusting in the girl’s direction.

The girl rolls her eyes as she wanders away to examine some kinky position dice, leaving Lexa to contemplate the vast and confusing world of heterosexual encounters.

Her rumination on this topic is cut abruptly short by the cheery little chime of the shop’s front door, a high-pitched noise that automatically has Lexa pivoting away from the couple that is now arguing by a pair of furry, neon green garters, and towards the entrance. 

Only to be completely way-laid out by a wide-eyed blonde barreling towards her at high speed, brandishing something oblong and bright purple in her right fist. Completely nonplussed at this strange girl who was clearly on a mission, Lexa cocks her head and squints at the object in her fist, cursing the fact she forgot her glasses today. 

At least it’s not a weapon, Lexa finds herself thinking as bright blue eyes, sparking with indignation, are moving closer by the second. Hang on, is that—?

Skidding on the recently mopped hardwood in front of Lexa, courtesy of a curious frat boy and an exploded bottle of body glitter, Lexa has approximately 4 seconds to react as the girl slips, cartoon-like, feet flying out from underneath her as she fails to find traction on the glistening floor. 

Lexa, acting on autopilot, thrusts a hand forward to try and catch a flailing limb–

Thud. 

The girl hits the ground so hard the glass dildos rattle menacingly in their cases, Lexa’s teeth along with them. The girl peers up at Lexa dazedly, gaze sharpening and seeming to run the full gamut of human emotion before settling into horror. Both sets of eyes were now fixed on Lexa’s right hand, grasping the only thing she managed to find purchase as the blonde fell. 

A purple vibe fits snugly into her right hand, lights flashing at random as the toy gives a feeble bzzt of protest, seemingly in response to being manhandled in their owner’s fight with gravity. 

A strangled “What the fuck?” roughly 4 octaves higher than normal is all a startled Lexa can get out in response, a very gay part of her brain flashing loud rainbow lights as if to alert her that by some strange twist of fate, she has ended up being personally given this very pretty girl’s personal sex toy. Said toy vibrates feebly twice more before going dark and silent, as if satisfied that its death toll was in Lexa’s confused hand. 

The blond’s head hits the ground for a second time as she rolls her eyes back to face the ceiling, seemingly resigned to her fate. Then, as if animated by the gay sex gods, she pops up again to snatch the toy out of Lexa’s hand. 

“You-” Lexa can barely lean back in time as the purple toy sails within millimeters of her nose- “owe me an orgasm, Woods.”

#good vibrations au #clexa #clexa crack #i hope y'all like this one #thank you to casco times one million for the moodboard

[butmakeitgayblog]

Currenrly reading demon au. When i tell you the guffaw that i let out when Lexa just casually threw her plate at the bin coz she doesn’t like doing dishes. Thats just beneath her innit? 😂😂😂

I can't explain to you the amount of one-sided arguments that are had in the D'Angelo/Griffin household once Clarke moves in because she's just... Like, can you stop? Fucking throwing away?? All of our dishes???

And it's always the same. It's always the same.

*Lexa slinking toward the garbage can. Dirty plate in hand. Fully using her wings as a shield because it's super nonchalant*: ... 👀.... 👀

*Clarke, giving one solid snap and pointing a finger in her direction, not even looking up from her book*: Don't.

#anon #demon!lexa #Lexa is not unlike a cat #when you think about it #she will get away with what she thinks she can get away with

[xxmoonduskxx]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better :3 ♡☆

Ooo I might have to tag more than 10

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I hope I got everyone my memory is horrible 😭

[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

[commander-heart-eyes]

Clexa fics if you're a masochist

Clexa fics if you want...

...angst

Personal Demons | Eyeofthehurricane

Marine Clarke Griffin shows up at Raven's apartment after a horrific experience. Closed off and all over the place, can Raven's mysterious next door neighbor help Clarke move forward and start to live again?

or...

The one where Clarke and Lexa meet in a stairwell.

we owe nothing now | ur_the_puppy

For as long as Clarke could remember, every year on the third of March, her soul would die.

(my) Destruction Within Your Mouth | KL_Morgan

He that keepeth his mouth keepeth his life: but he that openeth wide his lips shall have destruction. Proverbs 13:3 

Clarke loses: her head, her voice, her heart.

(Canon divergent from 1x03)

The White Queen Running | KL Morgan

Were you ever punished? “Only for faults,” said Alice. “And you were all the better for it, I know!” the Queen said triumphantly. “Yes, but then I had done the things I was punished for,” said Alice: “that makes all the difference.” “But if you hadn't done them,' the Queen said, “that would have been better still; better, and better, and better!”

Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.

(OR: Soulmates, parallel worlds, and Ice Queen Clarke; oh my. Canon divergent from 2x16.)

what the ground grows | coldmackerel

There is nothing a little bedrest and irony can't cure.

Lexa is sure the only thing that heals Clarke's mind and keeps her heart thumping against her ribs is an ill-advised amount of the first and a frustrating amount of the second. But Clarke has never been anything less than ill-advised and frustrating. If anybody will survive a hole in their brain, Lexa is sure it will be Clarke.

(At Heda's expense, of course.)

[complete]

...slow burn

when my heart is at war | mopeytropey

Lexa is primed for great leadership and will not be deviated from her agenda.

Clarke is driven by her insatiable curiosity and is not easily deterred.

There is plenty at work to drive them apart, but the strength of their combined determination will change the course of an entire civilization.

Griffins Anatomy | Clexanation

Clarke was just trying to survive the first year of her internship. That was until she fell into bed with a beautiful brunette, who was running from her past. Maybe life should be about more than just surviving.

The 100 hospital AU that nobody asked for. Inspired by the hit tv show Greys Anatomy. All hail the great Shonda Rhimes. We will embark on this drama/love-filled journey through the eyes of our fan favorites in the medical field.

*THIS FOLLOWS GREYS ANATOMY STORYLINE, SO DONT COME FOR ME ACTING SHOCKED BY ANYTHING*

The shows been around damn near 20 yrs ppl 🤦♀️

#clexa #clexa fanfic #clexakru #clarke x lexa #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #clarke griffin x lexa #lexark #commander lexa #archive of our own #fanfiction #fanfiction rec list #fanfiction recommendation

[talktomeinclexa]

Clarke the Vampire Slayer

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Canon Violence, Fighting

Status: WIP

Summary: When Clarke, a young student with a clear idea of what her life will be, wakes up one morning with superhuman strength, destiny comes knocking on her door. Sent to Polis to prevent a demon from opening the Hellmouth, she can count on the mysterious owner of a magic shop and new friends to help her dispose of vampires, demons, and other evil creatures. But will she succeed in stopping the Apocalypse?

***

Chapter 6: Dangerous Foes…

Despite her enjoyable dinner with Lexa, sleep eluded Clarke for many hours that night. Restless and fired up, she tossed and turned, unable to calm the hammering of her heart. And when she finally drifted into a slumber, weird dreams plagued her.

She saw Lexa, draped in black and red, wishing they had never met and shouting that Clarke had no right to divert her from her path. People she hadn’t met before, with bizarrely colored skins and strange features, hounding her in the dark. A furious Gustus groaning at her for disrespecting his leader and threatening her with his giant horns.

She jerked awake when one pierced her flesh, the feeling far too real for comfort. Sitting on the bed, the room still immersed in darkness, she massaged her stomach for a few minutes until the burn disappeared.

“That’s it. No more reading about demons before bed.”

Clarke forced out a chuckle and took a few calming breaths. The vivid nightmare had shaken her, but that was all it was. A nightmare. The unfortunate result of too many pages about hellish creatures feeding a naturally overactive imagination. She would have to find a way to channel those thoughts, or she would be in for some rough nights.

As if to mock her, the wall separating her bedroom from Raven’s shook when she lay down again. Only for a second, and then again for longer, before it stopped as quickly as it had started. Clarke first assumed it was an earthquake, but the rest of the room remained absolutely immobile.

What on earth was happening? Was the Apocalypse coming in early? Not fair. She was supposed to have weeks, if not months, to prevent it.

 Clarke stood up and positioned a hand on the wall, waiting to see if the phenomenon would recur.

The concrete was warm under the wallpaper, but not scorching hot. There was no smoke, no acrid smell. Nothing indicating a fire in Raven’s apartment.

Senses on high alert, she placed her ear against the wall. Had Raven noticed the weird event too?

No sound of panic came from the other side. Nothing but low whimpers typical of someone having a nightmare. Clarke wasn’t apparently the only one fighting off bad dreams. Unless the ghosts Raven had mentioned were acting up?

Keep reading

#Clarke the Vampire Slayer #AU - Buffy the Vampire Slayer #clexa #Slayer Clarke #BtVS mythology #clarke griffin #lexa

[bababaka]

Clexa x reader headcannons

Part 2

English is not my first language, so if you catch a grammar mistake or have any tips to help me improve, just send me a message.

Write what you wanna see in the world.

If ends up being too OOC i apologize.

That's it. Hope you enjoy.

Part 1

Warnings: mentions of sex(nothing TOO detailed), violence.

- You were a desertor. A traitor. To both your nation and the aliance.

- Nobody would want you. So. You hid.

- Did what you did best and pretended to be someone else. And it worked.

- You found a little village. And set roots there. Though you were still a stranger, an outcast.

- You kept to yourself.

- You would hunt. Cook. Clean. Sell.

- You were the misterious outsider. It shed some light on you. But not enough.

- To them, you were just an outcast. Dishonored. That left battle.

- In a way, they were right.

- In your time there, you caught winds of rumors, news from the world you once left behind.

- Some didn't make sense, like the army of Azgeda being possessed by demons and Heda were the one to defeat them all.

- You had no doubt she took a lot of them down though.

- You were relieved. She won. She survived. She's alive.

- Queen Nia lost. Maybe even died. You don't know if you should mourn her.

_ In a weird way, you cared. Not as little as you hoped, and not as much as you feared. But enough to make you confuse. Not knowing how to react.

- You ended up gathering informations. (Some habits never die)

- You learned Heda rescued her people on the mountain.

- Skaikru and Azgeda were both banned from the coalition.

- You also learned of the girl that singlehandlely killed all moutainmen. Wanheda.

- For months on end, you stayed like that. Hunting. Selling. Trying to get news from the world.

- And yet, for months, you were alone.

- Until you were not.

Your relationship with Clarke

- Strangers to friends with benefits to lovers :)

- You never talked directly to Clarke, but you saw her. Killing Finn, with Lexa, when Gustus died. You knew what she looked like.

- So, the red hair didn't fooled you.

- She tells you a fake name.

- You never say anything, though. You understood the need to run. The need for anonimity so you don't confront her about it.

- You take her into your cot.

- At first, you wouldn't talk much to each other. And, when you did, never about your life, about the past.

- You develop a dinamic of some sorts. If she hunted, you would cook. If you hunted, she would cook.

- But you always went to the village alone to sell what you hunt.

- Sometimes, though, she would let some things about her slip.

- Like when got hurt hunting, and while she was taking care of you, you asked how she knew so much about healing. She gave you a look, the one that meant you were bordering subjects that were forbidden. She sighed and murmured something along the line of "i learned from my mother".

- You didn't press for more. You never do.

- Sometimes, you'd surprise and scare Clarke with your silent footsteps.

- She'd flinch and reach for her gun.

- The first time that happened, you also reach for your knives.

- Both always are armed. She with her guns and you with your knives.

- Clarke would sometimes murmur a curse in another language. English, you recognize. You weren't very good at it, but caught some words. "Fuck" being a constant one.

- You would complain about the bullets in her killings. That it made it difficult to cook and soured the meat.

- She would scoff and tell you to do better.

- The next day, you apperead with a smug smile and a bigger animal in your hands.

- You teach her how to hunt. She already knew some stuff, obviously. But you taught her how to be more efficient.

- Sometimes, Clarke would be sad and angry. Her humour very unsteady.

- She was hurting. So were you.

- Somedays, she wouldn't get out of bed. Others, it would be you.

- With time, you formed an unspoken agreement. When one was in such state, the other would bring them food and take care of the house.

- You liked that. You liked not being alone anymore.

- You don't really know how that happened, but you and Clarke start having sex.

- The first time was when Clarke was upset with something. And to that point, you started to care about her.

- Her snarky humour, acid words, standoffish behaviour but still caring, still soft.

- You tried to talk to Clark. Try to help. Though that wasn't something you two did. Too personal. Too close to open wounds.

- You did, anyways.

- Amidst that, somehow, your lips met. And later you were in bed.

- You don't know if it were you or Clarke, that iniciated the first kiss. It didn't matter. Not when her body was pressed against yours, her moans so close to your ears.

- You don't talk about it in the next day.

- You never discuss the nature of your relationship. You just let it happen.

- And it happens. Again and again.

- And despite yourself, knowing you shouldn't, you feel your heart being shot, ensnared by the girl of blue eyes.

- So when two weeks later, she doesn't come back from hunting, you grow anxious and panicked.

- Maybe she left you. But what if she didn't?

- You weren't a tracker as good as Ronan, but you were enough. And felt an urgence rise in you when you noticed traces of fights. Clarke were taken.

- When you saw the traces led you to Polis, your heart grew restless. But you kept going.

- And almost turned away when you learned she was brought to Lexa.

- You were determined, though. So, you spent days relearning the routes of the guards and where Clarke was being kept.

- You thought it was weird when you saw her not in a cell, but in a room. For guests.

- "Clarke, wake up!" you whispered in the middle of a night. She got up in a flash.

- "Yn?? What the fuck are you doing here?"

- "Getting you out! So, come with me. The guard is set to come back in 3 minutes!"

- "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave! I don't want to!"

-  "what do you mean 'you don't want to leave'?"

- Needless to say, you were caught. If Clarke fucking followed you, you would've made it. This was not on your skills. It was on Clarke.

- More guards were on you in a second.

- Clarke tried to help. To tell them to go easy on you. Which made their work harder. You don't go easy on them.

- But, you were overwhelmed shortly.

- Doesn't take long for Lexa to appear. And you both freeze. You stop resisting.

- She recovers her posture faster than you.

- "Throw them in the cells."

- You gulped. Looking down.

- You hear Clarke's voice. But you have no idea what she was saying.

- Only later Clarke realize you called her for her real name.

- You stay at the cell for days. Alone.

- Clarke had left you.

- After what you think is 3 days (you counted by the meals), Clarke came.

- She was gorgeous. Blonde hair. Green facepaint making blue eyes stand uot even more. A dress you knew to be for special ocasions.

- She looked like a goddess. You almost feel compeled to kneel over.

- "Well, you look... Good, Wanheda. Fitting for a leader just like you."

-" Why didn't you tell me you knew who i was?"

- "It's not like you were the most honest and open person."

- "How long have you known?"

-"I've always known."

- She just looks at you for a few moments.

- "Who are you, really?"

- "Didn't the commander tell you that already? Or Indra and Titus? I'm sure they would be thrilled to fill you in."

- "I heard enough from them. I wanna hear from you."

- "It's a long story. Don't you have somewhere else to be?" you point to the clothes.

- "I have time." she leans against the wall.

- Not seeing why not, you start to tell your tale. About being trained as an assassin since a child, given the task to spy and murder Lexa.

- You don't say why you gave up on finishing your assignment.

- " So, i ran, hid, you came in and i took you in and here we are."

- Clarke doesn't speak. She keeps you under her scrutinizing gaze.

- You look away.

- "When I realized you were taken, I... Thought you needed help." You look at her attire and your surroundings. " Clearly that wasn't the case."

- She sighs from where she was seated. " I was taken. But everything has been sorted out."

- "I can see that."

- "Why didn't you kill Lexa?"

- You shrug. "Didn't feel like it. Why have you stayed? For you to run away and taken back by force, well, i take you and Heda aren't on the best terms... At least not anymore.

- It takes a few moments for Clarke to respond, but eventually she does.

- "She betrayed me. She left me alone on the Mount Whether."

- "Looks like Heda isn't that different from me."

- "We all make mistakes and things we regret thinking it was the best."

- "...Did you forgive her? You are too kind, Wanheda."

- "I gave her a second chance."

- For a moment, the silence reigns.

- You huff. "What have you came here for, Clarke?"

- She looks unsure then, and avoids your eyes.

- "I guess i wanted to know if the you that i knew was true."

- "It wasn't like you were truthful."

- "So it was all a lie?"

- "You lower your voice to almost a whisper. Hoping if you were quiet enough, maybe, you wouldn't feel as exposed "No, it wasn't."

- She nods and gets up to leave, but not before saying "For what it's worth, it wasn't a lie to me either."

- And she leaves you with all that conversation spiraling in you head.

- "It wasn't a lie." Your heart felt lighter.

...

Part 3

#Clexa x reader #clexa headcannons #clarke griffin #lexa kom trikru #Clarke x reader #Lexa x reader #the 100 #my fics

[lexa-griffins]

Angel Clarke is very dapper 😇

Demon Lexa is very sexy 😈

Angel Clarke is out here in a prestine white suit just trying to do her job and directing souls to heaven's gate while being pestered by a horny demon Lexa who should be out there fighting wars but somehow decided showing up half naked and making Clarke question her angelhood is the best use of her time 🤭

#letter opened #au: angel clarke/demon lexa