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Clexa

Summary: After a long day at work, Clarke decides to attempt to put together the bed for Madi's room so that it'll be finished when Lexa gets home. Unfortunately, she's a lot tireder than she thought and it leads to three hours of frustration. Luckily, Lexa comes to her rescue and soon everything is ready for when they finally get to bring Madi home.

Rating: General

Word Count: 1520

Clarke groaned for what felt like the millionth time as she stared down at the incomprehensible list of instructions she held in her hand. She sat in the middle of what would soon be her daughter’s room, surrounded by pieces of dark wood and bits of metal that just wouldn’t fit together in any recognizable pattern no matter how hard she tried to force them to. She was puzzled and confused and beyond frustrated. The instructions seemed to be written in gibberish and she was still dead tired from work - who knew running an art museum would be so tiring? – and all she wanted was to get the stupid bed assembled before her wife got home from work.

They had less than a month to go before they were finally officially able to bring Madi home. They’d met her two months ago and they had been working on getting her room ready ever since she’d agreed to let them adopt her. They’d started the paperwork that day and now they were just waiting for it to clear so that everything was all straightened out and they could bring their daughter home.

Clarke had fallen in love with her immediately, which had surprised Lexa, because Clarke had been wary about adopting a kid in the first place. She’d been so scared she was going to be a bad mother, that she’d end up like her own, putting her job before her child, but Lexa had reassured her that wouldn’t be the case. It had been adorable watching Clarke and Madi talk over coloring books and crayons and Lexa’s heart had melted. They’d finally found their family, they were finally complete, and the waiting had been torture, but it would be worth it soon.

The room was almost finished already. The walls were painted a nice deep green with dark wood trim, since Madi had told them that was her favorite color. They wanted the room to be perfect for her. There were shelves and toys and a full bookcase with books that would help teach Madi to read several levels ahead of her class, because they wanted to give her every opportunity they could. There were mountains of art supplies tucked away on the shelves and a baseball mitt, courtesy of Lexa, because Clarke had said no to the mini archery set. Not until she was older. Lexa had pouted a little bit, but eventually she’d come around and decided that it might be better to enroll her in gymnastics or something before teaching her how to use a bow. Start small, since she was only six.

They’d already bought a dresser, but it had been assembled by Bellamy and Murphy, like most of the furniture in the room. Clarke had thought it was hilarious listening to them argue and refuse help, but now that she was the one doing it, it was a lot less funny. She kinda wished they could come over and help with the bed, too, but Bellamy had been working doubles all week and Murphy was busy pursuing some story, so they couldn’t help, though they had promised to be there for Madi’s coming home party.

Clarke had been trying to put the bed together for over three hours and Lexa was going to be home in fifteen minutes, but she still couldn’t figure out what the damn instructions said. They’d bought it from Ikea, so it probably wasn’t even English.

She let out a sigh of frustration and went back to examining the pieces. She almost had three of them put together when she heard the door open, Lexa calling out to her to let her know she was home.

“In Madi’s room!” Clarke called back, glaring at the stupid pieces of wood in front of her.

Lexa came into the room a few seconds later, looking around at the mess in slight horror. “What’s going on, babe?”

Clarke whined, “I’m trapped in a nightmare where the furniture is sentient and smarter than me.” It was impossible to get the damn thing assembled, but she had wanted to surprise Lexa by having Madi’s room finished when she got home. That hadn’t happened, obviously, and now Clarke stared at the bed’s pieces in defeat.

Lexa bit back a laugh and ran a hand through Clarke’s hair, trying to comfort her. “I knew it was a bad idea to buy the bed from Ikea.”

“I’m an adult! I should be able to do this! I’ve been defeated by a piece of furniture!” Clarke cried, angrily swatting at the pieces she did have together that resembled nothing like a bed.

Lexa sighed, “Let me see the instructions.”

Clarke handed them to her and leaned her head against Lexa’s legs, taking comfort in having her wife home to help fix the mess she’d made. She was frustrated at her lack of ability to put together a simple piece of bedroom furniture and it was driving her crazy.

Lexa tried to stifle a smile, but it came through anyway, “…you were reading them upside down.”

Clarke blinked up at her. “What?”

“You handed me the instructions upside down, babe,” Lexa told her gently.

“So, it’s not Swedish?”

“No.”

“Fuck,” Clarke groaned, letting her shoulders droop. She felt like a complete idiot. How had she missed that? She wasn’t that tired from work. All she’d done was get the place ready so they could host a party for some rich assholes to try to get them to donate to the museum so they could expand. It hadn’t been too hard, but she’d spent all day running around everywhere, making sure everything was perfect and okay, maybe she was that tired.

“You okay, honey?” Lexa asked, concerned.

“Are there any cliffs nearby?”

“No.”

“Damn.”

Lexa smiled at her and asked, “Need some help?”

Clarke bit her lip. She had wanted to be able to do this for Lexa, so she didn’t have to, but in the whole three hours she’d been working on it, all she’d managed to do was stick three pieces together in an order that definitely didn’t look right. “Fine.”

Lexa smiled softly and sat down next to her wife, tucking a strand of Clarke’s hair behind her ear and reassuring her it was alright, everybody had those days, before reading over the instructions and picking up a couple of the pieces.

Within the next hour, the whole thing was assembled and moved into place against the wall with Madi’s bedspread on it, looking great. The whole room was finished and ready for Madi to move in.

Lexa nodded in triumph while Clarke stared on in awe.

“You’re a genius.”

Lexa snorted, “I just read the instructions.”

“So did I,” Clarke told her.

“You read them upside down, so it doesn’t count.”

“Still, it took Bell and Murphy six hours to put everything else together and I wasn’t even able to put one piece together in three, but it’s been less than an hour and you’re done?” Clarke was beyond impressed.

“You helped,” Lexa shrugged.

“I did exactly what you told me to.”

“It’s just a bed, Clarke. It’s hardly worthy of a Nobel Peace Prize.”

“Yeah, well, it was an evil bed and you defeated it,” Clarke said.

Lexa raised her eyebrows and laughed, shaking her head. “I’m a knight in shining armor, here to defend you from evil Ikea furniture.”

“And I am eternally grateful,” Clarke smiled, pulling Lexa in for a kiss.

It was soft and sweet, and Clarke wanted it to last forever. She wanted to stay in that moment for the rest of her life. Lexa’s hands were on her waist as Clarke nipped at her lips gently before pulling away.

They were both smiling like idiots when they parted, foreheads resting against each other, but it was alright. In less than a month, they’d have a daughter, a family, they’d be complete. Clarke couldn’t be happier. She had everything she could ever want. Lexa was the love of her life and the ring on her finger reminded her daily that it was real, that she wasn’t going to wake up and find it had all been a dream. Lexa was hers and soon they’d be adding Madi to their little family. It had been a long process to get approved to adopt, but they’d stuck with it in the hopes that they’d find a kid they could love and raise and then they’d found Madi, who had been perfect. Nothing could be better than this. It was everything either of them had wanted.

Lexa sighed and pulled away, pressing a kiss to Clarke’s cheek before asking, “So, did you give any thought to what we’re having for supper?”

“Fuck,” Clarke cursed, realizing she hadn’t even given it a thought since she’d gotten home.

Lexa chuckled, “Pizza, then?”

“Yeah, okay,” Clarke nodded. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Besides, if we’re not cooking, that means we can do other things,” Lexa grinned.

Clarke rolled her eyes and smiled as she followed Lexa into the living room. Yeah, this was everything she’d ever wanted. Nothing could be better.

#clexa #clexa fanfiction #the 100 #clarke griffin #commander lexa #so this is for the nonnie who requested clexa fluff #i do hope this is alright #i'm not the best at fluff #but i tried #it's my first attempt at clexa stuff #so it's a little shaky #but i hope to improve if i write more for them #which i probs will #idk if the fandom still ships them much anymore tho #but i like them well enough to do some more if anybody wants that #100 fic #clexa fic #my fics

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rebornghostgirl · 7 years

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Rip for Ares!Ares slumped in his chair at school. The young boy was still alive. He was only fifteen years old and he hasn't seen his twin sister since birth. They're parents gave them up for adoption a long time ago. He has been 'blessed' with a photographic memory to remember his mother's distraught face and his father's disgusted expression when he was born. He didn't understand the words they said as a baby, but as he gotten old enough to understand the english language, their words haunted him since the day he finally decoded what they said."Metis! I don't want to see these illegitimate children ever again!" Ares mother held her babies close. "Professor Zeus! They are OUR kids! We can't just let them rot in some adoption home! Look we can pair up and-""Silence!" Zeus boomed. "I already signed the papers for you and me..."Metis started to sniffle. "That's illegal, you monster!"Zeus ripped Athena out of her hands. "If the university found out that I had a family with a CURRENT student, I would be through! This kids have to go! I was generous enough to let you give birth to them! I could've, no, should've made you had an abortion."Athena started to cry and squirm. Zeus looked down on her face. "Look, I want to keep our little Athena and Ares as much as you do, but this is a scandalous stunt. Besides..." he said as Baby Ares started to close his eyes ending the memory. "We can't even assume these maggots are even intellectual beings at all..."Ares woke up from his daydream to focus his eyes on the board in his science classroom. He was already taking AP chemistry in the 8th grade. He rubbed his eyes. A black eye was very apparent on his face. The bell rang and he started to leave when his teacher called for him. "Mr. Schrödinger, stay after for a moment." A tall man with red glasses and white hair cut short, stood in front of the white board. "Yes Mr. Rowan?" Ares muttered. Mr. Rowan pointed to Ares black eye. "Care to explain how you got that?"Ares shuffled. "It's... from a failed experiment..." he lied. Mr. Rowan who looked very young for a teacher shook his head. "Care to explain what were you doing?"Ares' eyes looked down to the floor. "Forgot to put on goggles?" Mr. Rowan folded his arms. "Someone is bullying you... either at home or school. I bet it's both isn't it?"Ares nodded his head. "Yeah...""This is my job Ares... tell me everything what happened." Mr. Rowan said calmly.Ares looked into the light purple eyes of his teacher. "I was studying... I used my chemistry kit to repeat the experiment we did last week because I wanted to see how many colors i can make." Mr. Rowan smiled and nodded. "Continue..."Ares sat down in a desk. "Some boys started laughing at me. And then John came over saw the Bunsen burner. He then came over and punched me.""Who's John?" Mr. Rowan frowned. Ares gripped his arms. "The den father at the boys' adoption home."Mr. Rowan gave a small gasp. "That is unacceptable!""It's fine really. I'm fifteen, I'm practically already in high school, I can graduate early, and he already calls me nerd and other names. I hear the word Bastard everyday. And he's right." Ares folded his arms and huffed."He is not right!" Mr. Rowan said pulling out a form. "This is not how a care giver should act. You are not a bastard, you hear me?""I technically am! My parents weren't married so they put me and my twin sister in the adoption system. She was lucky enough to be adopted by the freakin' governor and she has everything! I have a photographic memory! I remember my parents giving me away! I just... I just..." Ares slammed down his fists on the desk. "I FEEL SO HATED!"Mr. Rowan filled out the form for the department of social services. "I understand how you feel. I understand why you feel abandoned by your parents, I understand why you feel jealous of your sister, but know this. Just because you were born of out wedlock doesn't make you a monster. You're still a human being and don't blame your sister for leaving you. She may not have a photographic memory like you. Twins are still very different people. Believe me..."Mr. Rowan placed a hand on Ares shoulder. "You are the smartest, most special student I ever seen. Those bullies are just jealous you can learn so much. They are afraid of you... because some day Ares, they will work for you."Ares looked up at his teacher. "You think so?""If you keep working hard and do excellent in school, yes!" Mr. Rowan beamed.Ares started to smile. "Thanks..."Mr. Rowan grabbed his car keys. "Let me take you home. Know that you're not hated. You have me... all right?"Ares smiled and went along. "All right."On the way home Ares decided to ask a question."Just out of curiosity... what would happen if yoy combine all the elements of the periodic table?" Mr. Rowan thought for a bit. "You would get a result all right but it won't be pretty. You won't even get the same result everytime! There are 118 elements and you can get more than 118 results... don't forget the noble gasses too. Lots of dangerous fumes, stuff could explode in your face. Remember in class how I said that elements have an unpredictable reactive nature. Well the end result of that experiment would get you some primordial plasma or flaming plutonium.""Sounds cool but I assume that the gasses can cause a rapid death, huh?" Ares muttered. Mr. Rowan nodded. "All hell will break loose... some of the elements won't even react to each other." Ares thought for a bit. "What if... I could use different isotopes for the elements? Like you know how there's carbon-14, 15, and other types..."Rowan started to approach the boys' home. "Hold on that thought sport. That's a little dangerous. It could work but make something totally dangerous.""There's an equation for this! I just know it!" Ares. "You're a curious kid... Maybe you'll be adopted soon." Mr. Rowan chuckled. Ares started to smile. "Most people are salty and go 'Na'. Ha!" "Good one kid..."Ares walked into his room and started working on that equation. "Come on thermodynamics! Work with me! I need another genius with me..."Ares bit his lip and turned on his computer.After a long wait. Athena agreed to talk to him on Skype. "Sir, you called for my help?" She asked. She had no idea she had a twin brother."Yes, I did?" Ares began. "I'm creating a super element! One that will be the next new element! And that will be made by combining all of the periodic table elements into one!"Athena frowned. "That's a great idea... but it's stupid and impossible.""Athena please listen. I know you and you know me somewhere along the line...""I have no recollection of you or anything that you have done." She said. Her tone was cold and emotionless. Ares can see tears in her eyes. "Look I just lost someone very close to me and I don't really feel like answering the questions of some amateur, so he can finally finish his science fair project that he just decided he wanted to do the day before.""Athena I can assure you... I am no amateur. And this equation just came to me. If you can just look at this electron configuration and the chemistry equation, you will see how serious I am."Athena took a looks after 2 minutes. She began to scoff. "You're going to do what? Thanks for wasting my time, amateur! Come back and talk to me when you review your chemistry books again!"Ares frowned. "I am just as smart as you!" Athena wiped her tears with her lab coat. "What makes you think you can catch up to me?!""I am your brother! I remember our real parents!" Ares yelled. Athena stared for a moment and growls. "Amateur... don't contact me again!"Ares slammed down his palms on the desk. "I will destroy you Scott! You will rue the day you mocked me!" Athena immediately ended the call. Ares started slamming his books around. Some of his roommates entered the room. He kicked them all out and pulled out his chemistry kit. 118 elements... more than 118 results. Ares started to do the final calculations of his chemistry equation. It was perfect! This will show Athena and everyone who bullied him! He can just see the headlines now. "Kid discovered new element in his own room!" Will he get a nobel peace prize? Well he'll just have to find out!He written a log near him.New element experiment. 119- Aresium! I calculated and balanced the equation of all the elements. Took a long time but it should work... hopefully. This will show her! This will show them all!Ares began adding all the elements into a single erlenmyer flask. Soon the door started banging. "Ares let us in you jerk!"Ares ignored their pleas and continued working. John stomped through and banged the door. "Hey Nerd! Let them in or I'll bust your face!" Ares placed a chair in front of the door. After a long time of mixing and brewing Ares managed to put 117 elements in. He was just on the last one when John banged on the door louder than before. "OPEN THE DOOR! AND PACK YOUR BAGS KID! YOU'RE IN FOR A SURPRISE!" Ares stood up with the last element. "Shut up you fat pig! I, Ares Schrödinger, will create the world's next element! I will no longer be your punching bag! You will all work for me!" He started to laugh maniacally. He laughed so hard he didn't notice the flask beginning to make a high pitched whistle or glow blindingly bright. He turned and burned his eyes from the light. He was so crazy he didn't mind it at all. The fumes filled the room causing him to cough blood but he ignored it as he placed the last element in. A rap on the door cause him to wake up. "Ares? What are you-" Ares heard the voice of Mr. Rowan before a large 'BOOM' caused his eardrums and everything to go dark. After an hour Ares woke up in his room. He was on the middle of the floor surrounded by smoke and the remains of his failed experiment. "Damn! Did it work?" He looked around for anything solid or liquid. Nothing... just a broken flash and a bad smelling room. Something seems different about him too. He was glowing. "The experiment gave me powers?" He stepped down the stairs of the house to see scared boys huddled up together. "Hey guys!" He called out but no one heard him. Ares stepped outside to see John speaking to police officers. "I heard a noise. I kicked down the door. Kid was lying there... you saw the room, the thing this kid was doing was the culprit. We couldn't get him to stop."Ares shook his head. "But Im here!"He turned to Mr. Rowan. He was standing near a paramedic clutching some papers. He seemed to be crying. "Mr. Rowan? What are you doing here?" He paused and looked down. A body that was burnt to a black crisp, oozing plasma, and covered in specks of flaming plutonium lied there motionless. "No..." Ares whimpered. "No! I'm here! I'm still alive!"Rowan tucked in the papers with the body. Ares started to read the corners. "Certificate of Adoption. This document hereby states that Ares Schrödinger. Is the offical son of Rowan Gearsman on this day..."Mr. Rowan broke down and banged his fist on the table."Why?! Why?!...."Ares gulped and started to silently cry. He rubbed his fingers through his now ghostly silver hair. He gazed at his own body and noticed that he didn't button up his lab coat, he didn't wore goggles, nor wore any gloves, or other protective gear. He was killed by an experiment that could've been prevented if he didn't let his pride get in the way or just wore safety gear. As John brought the boys away to live in a new facility he began to take the papers away from his corpse, he couldn't bear to look at it any longer. It looked like an amateur...

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