Had a little thot about clexa’s baby having a tough time with teething 🥺
Clarke strolled through the city square of Polis with the little girl tucked securely against her chest and flanked by a group of imposing guards. She thought perhaps, taking the child on a relaxing walk in the warm afternoon sun might help soothe her restless little body. However, the effort seemed to be futile as the small form strapped to Clarke’s body continued to squirm in discomfort. The occasional whimper would escape the baby’s soft lips, and it sent sharp pangs of worry coursing through her mother’s heart. The young woman was just about to retreat back to the comfort of the Commander’s tower when she was approached by a familiar face.
“Wanheda,” the elderly woman greeted with a kind smile.
Clarke recognized her immediately as one of the many vendors who regularly visited Polis. Her name was Margaret, and if she remembered correctly, the older woman was known for selling a plethora of delicious fruits.
Being the Commander’s wife came with many benefits. One of which included being showered in gifts by the locals anytime she so much as stepped foot outside the walls of the tower. And with the recent addition of their daughter, the gifts only seemed to multiply. Vendors willingly and eagerly offered up a variety of goods ranging from clothes to toys and so much more. The woman before her was no different. Memories of earlier days when the blonde had first joined Heda in Polis flash before her eyes. Margaret had been one of the first people to welcome her with open arms, and she made it a point to surprise the sky girl with a new treat every time she walked past her stall in the marketplace.
“Hei,” Clarke responded in the woman’s native tongue. The skaikru woman was nowhere near fluent in Trigedasleng, but thanks to her wife, she had learned enough to hold a basic conversation. Clarke had even managed to learn a good deal of curse words thanks to Anya, a fact that both annoyed the Commander and delighted the General.
“For Heda,” Margaret stated with bright, caring eyes as she held up a wicker basket that was practically overflowing with colorful fruits.
One of the many guards traveling with the pair whose hands, unlike many of his fellow gonas, had managed to remain free of gifts for the Commander’s family reached out to graciously take the basket from the elderly woman.
“Her favorites from when she was a goufa,” explained the woman as her smile grew wider at the memories of the green-eyed natblida who visited her stall frequently, always eager to see what new treats awaited her.
The young mother can’t stop herself from mirroring Margaret’s dazzling smile as she envisioned a much younger version of her wife. Such exquisite images served only to leave her wishing that she had been born a child of Earth so that she might have gotten to experience such an innocent version of her beloved.
“Mochof Margaret, Heda is always grateful for your generosity.”
The grounder’s hazel eyes showed brightly, and her chest seemed to puff up with pride at the mention of Lexa. Clarke wasn’t sure she would ever get used to how much the people of the coalition loved her wife. From the moment they met, it had been obvious that Lexa would do anything for her people. It was one of the many characteristics the two young women shared and a large reason why the two were so drawn to one another. However, unlike her own people, the grounders seemed to reciprocate the Commander’s love tenfold. Individuals leaped at the opportunity to serve their Heda in whatever capacity they could, whether that be in the form of a powerful gona or a caring handmaiden. Vendors and craftsmen laid gifts at her feet not because they were seeking notoriety of some kind or because they wanted something in return from the powerful woman but because it was the only way the people of the thirteen clans could thank Lexa Kom Trikru for what she had given them — peace.
Clarke was soon brought out of her thoughts when she felt a stirring motion against her chest. She cast her attention away from the woman before her and towards the small bundle grunting unhappily in the sling wrapped securely around her body. Clarke's arms encircled her daughter's form, and she held the child closer to her chest as she began to sway back and forth. Doing her best to soothe the little one.
"Shhh, it's okay. We'll be home soon, I promise," Clarke whispered to the baby.
However, her sweet reassurances do nothing to ease the baby's pain. A fact that served only to make the ache in Clarke's heart more intense. The young woman casts an apologetic look over to Margaret, who's focused her attention on the small bundle in Clarke's arms. Worry etches its way across her face as she tries to understand what could have caused the Commander's daughter such great upset. Clarke pulls the fabric of the sling back enough to expose her baby's tear-streaked face. She lifts her finger to the child's plump bottom lip and pulls it down just enough to reveal the beginnings of a tooth.
Margaret's eyes widen in understanding as she sees what's been distressing the girl. The older woman rests a comforting hand on the small of the young mother's back as she lifts her other hand to signal for Clarke to give her a moment. Clarke watches Margaret's fleeting form in confusion, not understanding what the woman has set out in search of. It's only a matter of minutes before she returns with another delicious fruit. Mango, if she remembers correctly. She's had it a few times with Lexa during the days before their daughter had arrived, when they would hide away in their quarters, making love the whole time and pausing only to eat a quick meal here and there. Clarke notices this time, instead of cutting the treat into bite-size cubes, the typically oblong fruit has been sliced in half to reveal a rather large seed at its core.
"For the goufa," Margaret explains with her sweet eyes and warm tone.
She can sense Clarke's befuddlement. She can tell Clarke's unsure of what to do, so she pushes the fruit toward the little girl's mouth. Smiling contentedly when she sees her latch onto the fruit almost immediately. Margaret releases her careful hold on the mango when tiny hands come to rest on either side of it. Clarke smiles gratefully when her daughter's tears finally cease, and she begins to let out sighs of relief. It's a funny sight to behold, really. Her little baby holding on tightly to the fruit as she happily gnaws away. Using it as her own personal teething toy. She's never been more grateful for the connection between the people of Polis and their Commander than she is at this moment.
Clarke isn't entirely sure what Lexa's plans are for the rest of the day, but she does know that she'll be sending her back to Margaret's stall to purchase as many mangos as her gona can carry.
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I’ve finished season 3 of The 100!! FINALLY!!
So many things happened in the second half of the season that I probably won’t remember everything but here a few of my thoughts:
I can’t believe they decided to kill Lincoln too. He was only of the few male characters that wasn’t awful. I felt so bad for Octavia. I totally understand why she hasn’t forgiven Bellamy and still decided to kill Pike in the end.
I’m really happy the AI plot is finally over!! 🥳. The last few episodes weren’t so bad but what really annoyed me was how overpowered Allie was. Like she knew exactly what they were doing all the time and it could easily find a way to stop it.
I don’t understand what was the point of the whole Luna thing just for her to end up not helping them?! I guess she’s going to be important in some other season. (?)
I knew Clarke would end up getting the Flame but I wasn’t expecting the blood transfusion part ( watching Murphy pumping Ontari’s heart made me nauseous 😷)
About Clexa: I almost cried when I saw Lexa in the city of lights!! She looked so beautiful and her fighting scene was so fucking cool!! I loved that she’s there to protect Clarke. AND WHEN CLARKE TOLD HER SHE LOVED HER!! 😭😭 At least she got to see her one more time.
On a side note: I thought all the previous commanders would be there to help Clarke. I think it would be a really cool scene.
Raven is definitely the MVP of this season. She suffered so fucking much but was always doing everything she could to help the others.
Okay I’m gonna stop now cause this post is already long af. 😅 Overall the season wasn’t awful but there’re so many things I would have done differently. I really think the writers made some pretty bad decisions.
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It’s funny how one event can change the outcome of your entire life. ( From Lexa )
"GIRL, YOU TELL ME ABOUT IT?" serena knew all that she had to know about.. all of this. really, of course that she did, because she was attempting to get her shit together long enough so that she could help her brother and apparently, that was not happening. wasn't that just the bitch? yes, she thought so. right? "i've been watching my douchebag brother make shitty decisions for nearly half of his life and then, he met someone that he actually loved and he got his shit together. stopped drinking. actually turned his life around. yeah, they fought and had issues, like everyone else does, but.. instead of working it out, he went to shag some evil bitch who i am sure is the devil in disguise." @mxdnxghtrxn
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There was a scene written into that episode with clarke getting ready and taking a bath before the kneeling. Might have also been filmed and is just a deleted scene but I can’t remember the details of it. So I’ve just decided to make that canon for myself. Clarke is all clean by the end of that night.
AT LEAST SHE BATHED FOR THE DAY OF HER WEDDING
all jokes aside, i'm sure clarke did take a good and long bath (with several water changes) to take all that three month dirt out and all the berries from her hair. she was in polis and the commander was all sorts of smitten with her, she had access to baths and got herself cleaned often. maybe she didn't know how to use the hair oils and natural soaps that well, and that's why her hair looked all greasy and her nails were never fully clean, but she smelled all nice
i would, however, kill to watch that deleted scene
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