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orange-peony · 3 months

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Written for the tropes mash-up with the prompts 86 (I Didn’t Mean to Turn You) + 94 (Hair Brushing/Braiding) for the lovely @pato-roldnart. Happy belated birthday, Patito! Thank you so much for this wonderful ask.

This is Ron/Viktor - rated M.

“Like that,” Viktor whispers.

His fingers are careful on Ron’s shoulders, the fluffy towel wrapping around his neck as Viktor’s other palm presses to Ron’s waist. He makes Ron sit down between his legs on the bed. Ron’s shoulders are stiff, his heartbeat faster than it probably should be, considering that Viktor simply said he was going to dry Ron’s hair.

It’s getting longer, and Ron’s mum won’t stop bothering him about it. But Viktor seems to like it. It was the first thing Viktor said when they met again, on the Quidditch pitch this time. Your hair’s longer. I like it. Ron still remembers how badly he blushed. How much he stuttered when Viktor asked him out for drinks later. How hard he came that first evening with Viktor’s fingers wrapped around his length and his deep voice whispering what a good boy he was in Ron’s ear.

“You don’t need to—” Ron starts, still a little embarrassed by how tender Viktor is with him, how intimate this gesture seems.

“I want to,” Viktor simply replies.

Ron is not used to it. To be pampered; to be at the centre of attention. He remembers when he was little and he used to watch his mother comb Ginny’s hair, lovingly braiding it. He remembers that gaping hole in his chest, the gnawing feeling of always coming last. The last boy of six. The last one to inherit all the hand-me-down clothes his brothers had reduced to tatters.

But Viktor makes him feel special. With his tender touch and his murmured lyubimi against Ron’s skin. Darling. Ron’s never been called that by a lover.

Viktor dries his hair with warm puffs of air from his wand, and Ron gradually relaxes, tilting his head when Viktor asks him to. Closing his eyes to let the feelings sink all the way to his heart.

Good boy.

Desire stirs easily in him, Viktor’s hands too good on his sensitive skin, his fingers so featherlight that Ron wonders where he learnt to be so tender with his strong, calloused hands.

“Ah—” he lets out an involuntary little moan when Viktor’s fingers slide through his hair and his palm spreads against Ron’s scalp.

Viktor pauses for a moment, and Ron feels a wave of embarrassment setting his cheeks on fire.

“Mili,” Viktor whispers hotly. “You want me…”

“Always,” Ron confesses, so bashful that he can’t even open his eyes. Not yet. “Lie on the bed for me,” Viktor says, and Ron knows he will end up opening his eyes because he still can’t believe this is real. That he gets to have this. Them. “Like that. So perfect for me.”

#my writing #ron/viktor #tropes mash-up

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kiwiana-writes · 3 months

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For the trope mash up: 4 and 36 firstprince

4 Coffee Shop AU & 36 Text/Letter Fic

FULLY EPISTOLARY BABY. I would create a skin that looks like the side of a to-go cup for this... somehow 🤣

Barista Alex and customer Henry, and their love story as told in messages on the sides of the to-go cup. So we start off with, like, "Guy who orders tea in a coffee shop" and then the next skin is a feedback card, filled out by Henry, with a comment along the lines of "While I understand that the ambient noise in a coffee shop can make it difficult to hear names sometimes, especially when the name is spoken in a foreign accent, I assure you 'Henry' is quite simple."

Which naturally just makes Alex WORSE. We get cups with such notations as "Male Karen", "Earl grey addiction hotline", "British dude reading Jane Austen what a cliche". Then maybe there's like a printed receipt that shows yet another order name and scrawled across is it "I beg you to stop".

So then the cup names start to get flirtier: "Legs-For-Days", "eyes like an ocean storm", etc etc etc. Then there's one that's like "you can do better than this guy" and another receipt with "I very much doubt that, actually" which means the next cup just has a phone number on it—Alex's, obviously.

After that we still have the coffee cups, but with more skins mixed in as well, i.e. texts and whatnot. But when we get cups it's things like "don't stay up too late sweetheart" and... listen I have no idea where this ends but IT'S JUST WORK SKINS ALL THE WAY DOWN.

[Fanfiction Trope MASH-UP]

#trope mash up game #caring-loudly

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theresthesnitch · 26 days

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40 + 95 wolfstarbucks pleaseee <3

Ohhhh do you have any idea how much I love these tropes? I LOVE these tropes! This needs to be ridiculous so I don't accidently try to write it.

Play the trope mash up game with me!

40. Almost Kiss + 95. Sleep Intimacy

Following a quidditch injury, James is put on a regular medicine rotaion Unfortunately, it makes him sleep walk. Cue him waking up in (esbalished) Wolfstar's bed. The first time it happens, They wake up with james in the middle being spooned by both of them. Sirius and Remus are unaware that it's not just the two of them. Remus rolls over to kiss Sirius (and maybe start a little something) and *narrowly* misses kissing james. Profuse apologies, James thinks he just needs more sleep, goes back to bed. Sirius and Remus lock their door.

Remus has a weak overnight bladder, and he gets up to go pee. when he comes back to bed, James has crawled on top of Sirius, sprawled right across him, and Sirius is just cuddling him back, even as still-asleep James nuzzles under his chin. remus wakes him up again, puts him back to bed, and goes back to Sirius.

It doesn't happen or a few nights after that, and they assume it's just a weird coincidence. About a week later, Remus and Sirius go to bed naked after getting a little frisky before bed. When they wake up in the morning, James is sprawled completely naked in bed between them both, starfishing and pushing them both to the edge. Cue: did we do something last ngiht we don't remember? But no, they just slept, and sleepwalking james strikes again.

It's a few more nights of no incidents, then Remus wakes up to a middle of the night blowjob. "Oh, Sirius" followed by Sirius sleepily waking up next to him and "What?" Turns out that sleep walking has turned into sleep blowjobs. But what do they do now? Do they wake him up? is james going to be embarassed to find himself in this position? Is it even safe to wake someone who is sleep walking? (Don't tell them they did it the last time. they're rationalizing!)

Before they decide what they're going to do, Remus comes. (can you blame him? James does a really good blowjob!) James immediately turns and starts blowing Sirius and, well, he seems so intent on it. We can't stop him now. Can't wake him up and all that, right? And Remus really wants to watch, so... After Sirus comes, James wakes up and profusely apologizes for sleep walking again (seemingly not realizing that he's just blown both of them) and goes back to his bed. Remus and Sirius try to stop him, but james doesn't let them talk and goes to bed.

The very next night, Sirius wakes up with James cuddling him and two fingers deep into opening him up. He wakes Remus with a "what do we do?" and Remus immediately suggests that there's nothing for it but to see what James does. What else can they do? Which, inevitably, leads to Remus jerking off while Sirius is sleep-fucked by James. When James finishes, he rolls over and snores into Sirius's pillow, and well... they all go to sleep.

The next night (weird how we stopped skipping night? hmmm) and Remus wakes up the same way Sirius did--with james already two fingers deep inside him. Cue repeat of the night before, only in reverse. "What are we going to do?" "I guess you have to let him have his way with you!" "Oh noooo how terrible for meeeee"

The next night, James comes to their room and they're still awake. He stumbles into their bed, already naked, and and lands face first between them. He snuffles a bit into the pillow, and then reaches a hand back with conjured lube and starts prepping his own hole. They watch for a bit, again not sure if they should help or if that would be a bad idea (and also, like.... watching that is hot) until James says: "Are you two really just going to watch, or are you going to help out?"

(James only took the medicine for one night. He's been faking i since then. He makes it up to them by being the bottom of their eifle tower.)

#snitch answers asks #trope mash up game #this is so chaotically filthy #wolfstarbucks #they were all looking for an excuse anyway #there's an almost kiss in there #sort of

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cuddleswinchester · 1 year

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My favorite MASH thing is when they have to do field surgery with even less resources, sanitation, and time than they have at the unit. Charles longing to be back at the 4077 as he stabs a guy in the chest with a pocketknife to alleviate pressure on his collapsed lung. Hawkeye dipping bloodied hands in an almost empty basin of alcohol for half a second between patients at the aid station and knowing it doesn’t do any good. Father Mulcahy being talked through a tracheotomy over the phone. Margaret delivering a baby on a dirt floor. It just raises the stakes and shows how much these people both need and want to help, no matter what.

#mash #it’s always been one of my favorite tropes but when you hand it to MASH where they already do substandard surgery… sign me up #images from all these episodes just living in my head forever #especially Hawk at the aid station it is soooooo dusty and bloody and scary they did a great job l #surgery is not actually that bloody or scary #but take them out of the hospital and let the Drama begin!!

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mycupofrum · 26 days

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14 + 97 with prongsfoot >:))) (if you want to ofc! <33)

Thanks for the ask, anon! 🩷 This one took me some time to think over. :D Super interesting tropes! It's an AU where James and Sirius didn't go to Hogwarts together but Sirius went to Durmstrang.

Bodyguard AU + Time Travel

Auror James Potter is in his late 30s, and the Ministry has finally captured Sirius Black who is claimed to be a notorious dark wizard. Black has refused to confess to his crimes or in fact to say anything to anyone who is trying to interrogate him. He doesn't even give in to Verisetarum. However, his reaction to James is strange when they first meet. He finally speaks. Gives him an address.

James goes there to find a timeturner. Something goes wrong and he goes back in time 20 years. He returns to the Ministry and explains what happened but doesn’t mention Sirius Black by name or give the officials his own real name because he's a bit suspicious and time travel can mess things up anyway. They will try to find a way to send James back to his time but in the meanwhile he is assigned to take care of an important family's heir who has been a target of a murder attempt. Turns out it's a 19-year old Sirius Black.

At first he is as reluctant as James is for the arrangement, especially since all James knows about him is the facts he has read from his file. But the more time he spends with younger Sirius Black, the more he realises that underneath the cool and distant exterior is a good person. How did he end up becoming a dark wizard? Was it really him or was he framed?

Gradually they become friends and then more than that. They start a forbidden relationship over the months James has to spend in the past. Eventually James returns back to his own time and when he looks into the eyes of Sirius Black again, there is understanding. There is love. They've finally met in the right time, and James is determined to prove Sirius is innocent, after all.

Fanfiction trope mash-up ask game

#the mental gymnastics be real :D #never mind the plot holes #but i love the challenge!#prongsfoot #ask game #fanfiction trope mash-up ask game #asks #asks answered

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ginnyw-potter · 25 days

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50 & 96 for the ask 🤍 (hinny of course 🤍)

50. Arranged Marriage 96. Scars

Okay, I may have gotten a little carried away with this one.

She had shouted and fought and physically refused to go, but in the end it had not mattered. After a quick wedding, both of them were wordlessly escorted to their new home. She did not even get to see it, they were brought to their room and the door was locked.

Left to the mercy of a man she barely knew more of than his name. For the rest of her life.

She sat on the bed still wearing her wedding dress. He had not looked at her since they entered, turned away from her as he sat at the end of the bed, and she at the head. In a way, it was somewhat reassuring. She wondered if he'd start talking.

She watched as he bent down and undid his shoes, untying the laces slowly before stepping out and then setting them aside. He took his vest off and loosened his tie. She did not move an inch and kept her arms folded around her knees.

He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She saw the lashes down his back, some old and one far too fresh.

She couldn't help the gasp that escaped her throat. She slapped her hand in front of her mouth to make sure no other unwarranted noise escaped.

"I'm sorry," he spoke. "I know they're ugly."

"No!" she quickly spoke. "They're not." She found herself moving towards him. "Who did this to you?" She took a spot beside him.

"Who do you think?" he asked. "I disobey, I'll suffer for it." He looked down at the clutched shirt in his hands. "It had been a while but my last attempt to stop this wedding..."

"It appears nothing we could've done, or said, would've stopped this," she muttered. She glanced at the fresh one. "That looks like it hurts."

He shrugged. "It'll fade."

This wouldn't do. She couldn't let him suffer like this. She found herself pushing off the bed and to her two bags in the corner. She rummaged around in the smallest one until she found the numbing ointment.

She turned around and met his eyes for perhaps the third time since they had met. "Can I?" She showed him the little tin.

"You couldn't possibly make it worse."

With that vote of confidence, she walked back to the bed and sat behind him. He flinched at the first touch but then his shoulders relaxed and she continued applying it.

Then he sighed with relief. "That feels so much better," he said. "Thank you."

She came to sit back down beside him. "Just tell me when it hurts again, and we can reapply."

He looked at her for a long moment and then he nodded. "Thank you," he said once again. "I'm sorry about all of this."

She breathed out and offered him a weak smile. "Me too."

For Fanfiction trope mash-up (send me 2 tropes and a ship!)

#corneliastreet28 #ask #trope mash up game #hinny #drabble

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thenicestthingiveseen · 23 days

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hallie/gideon + hair brushing/braiding + marriage of convenience!

You know those fics about like marrying to maintain pure blood households? Som that’s this kindasorta. We know the Weasley’s are hella against pure blood politics. But they can't change a vow that was made by Cedrella when she *defected* from the Black family.

Her firstborn son was supposed to marry a Malfoy but he didn't, so then it was to be Arthur's first son but you guessed it! Arthur and Molly had six girls and thought that the vow/contract would eventually become null and void.

Hallie and Gideon are the best of friends. Having gotten over his extremely embarrassing crush on Hallie and the Family Who Lived, they get really close because James helps Gideon with Chaser moves and Hallie knows Gideon means well -- Rowan's her best friend too. The Weasley's are good people.

Gideon grew his hair out long like his sisters (he's basically got Bill's long hair and he wants an earring but he knows his mum will go ballistic. Maybe when he gets signed with a quidditch team, maybe not.) Hallie loves to braid and brush Gideon's hair while he's reading in the evenings. It's been a bit of a problem with some of his girlfriends but it's just something they'll have to get over. Right?

It's near the end of Gideon's fifth year when he receives a letter from home letting him know that he's betrothed to Cassiopeia "Cassie" Malfoy and is expected to marry within a year of graduating from Hogwarts.

Gideon is pissed but determined to live his life to the fullest and purposefully dates Diane longer than he probably should have just to keep Cassie at bay. Diane and Gideon break up at the end of his sixth year and Gideon is still trying to not think about the fact he's somehow been forced into this archaic contract to maintain blood purity.

Hallie feels at a loss. Unsure of how to help her friend and James doesn't have anything helpful to contribute. Sirius keeps joking that she should just marry Gideon instead so that it would keep the contract null.

There's probably a huge kiss somewhere in here.

Gideon is the one to bring up marriage to her when he's home for the winter holidays. Hallie says fuck it because honestly? She's had feelings for Gideon since halfway through her sixth year.

In the eleventh hour, Hector figures out how to keep the contract from affecting any future Weasley boys.

And Hallie and Gideon lived happily ever after, braiding/brushing each others hair every Sunday evening.

Send me two (2) tropes from this list + a ship and I’ll describe how I’d combine them in the same story.

#hinny #writing #displayheartcode #ask games #trope mash up

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cryscendo · 9 months

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kurt hummel + tv tropes (pt 2)

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macolethings · 7 months

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3+58

My first ever prompt “ask!” 3 (Modern AU) + 58 (Accidental Eavesdropping). I’m going to make it from the same universe as my one shot “The Woods are my Home” since that story is also modern au. It will also give more insight into the start of their relationship.

I’m excited and nervous but here goes! This hasn’t been beta’d, just written on a plane and quickly edited.

NOW ON AO3!

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The smell of freshly ground coffee engulfed Clarke's senses as she stepped into Grounders Cafe. She had been coming to Grounders for years and it was a main staple of her routine. On the days she worked the night shift, she would come in before closing to get her blood pumping on a double shot americano, with a small splash of cream. When the nights were incredibly busy, making it nearly impossible to eat a real meal, she would show up again in the morning for a calming lavender tea and mushroom quiche before heading home to crash in bed.

This morning was one of those mornings. Clarke had decided to take on a shift for her friend, Monroe, a favor in which Karma did not decide to reward her for. She was initially disappointed to find out that Lexa was not on her team that night, due to a special training exercise they had the next day. The night only got worse as call after call came in. Clarke could have sworn it was a full moon based on the craziness of the situations they were summoned to.

Her shabby attire matched her sullen, tired, mood. Having placed her order to go, she sat down at a table in a dark corner. She threw her hoodie over her head and laid on her crossed arms, trying to shut out that world for a few minutes. Her mind drifted back to the woman who had been taking over most of her quiet thoughts these days. Lexa, an Air Force Pararescue Jumper Trainee, was the newest member of Clarke’s Emergency Medical Technicians Team. It was meant to prepare the trainees on how to handle emergency responses and to get them comfortable with the gore, stress, and mental challenges of the job.

She and Lexa got along almost instantly. Clarke could feel the nerves radiating off Lexa on her first night, and there were a few hiccups. But Lexa promised she would do better, and she had. Over the course of the month, Lexa had become an integral part of the team, and Clarke’s night. As if her thoughts could manifest themselves, a familiar voice brought her out of her hidden world. Clarke started to lift her head up to say "hi" to Lexa, when she realized the woman was on the phone. She watched her settle onto the couch near her, back towards Clarke, with a cup of black coffee if Lexa stuck to her usual order.

"I miss you too," she overheard Lexa lovingly say to whoever was on the phone. Clarke wondered who it could be. "Sorry we haven't been able to talk as much as I thought we would." Lexa sounded sad.

Clarke tried to think back on anyone Lexa mentioned from her hometown that she could be talking with. They had talked while on shift, getting to know each other past the point of just surface level information. Working as an EMT in a city as large as Arkadia left little time for deep philosophical discussions, but there was a connection between them that couldn't be explained, and Clarke had pressed in order to explore it more.

Sadly, with the little downtime they did have, Clarke and Lexa would normally go over the rescue and talk about what they could do better next time. Clarke knew how important it was to Lexa to learn everything she could while on the job, and she wanted nothing more than to help however possible. It was just a bonus that Lexa's hands would sometimes brush up next to hers unnecessarily and linger longer than needed. Or that Lexa would lean into Clarke's space when talking to her, claiming she wanted to make sure she was heard over the white noise the ambulance made when driving. The only issue was that Lexa could be closed off at times, especially when topics became too personal.

"Super busy," Lexa responded. "The team I was assigned to is great, and I'm learning a lot. The team lead is crazy intelligent. Pretty sure I could graduate top of my class with her helping me."

Clarke realized she really shouldn't be listening to Lexa’s conversation, but her curiosity about who could be on the other line overrode her ethical senses. Plus, Lexa was sitting in public having this conversation. It's not like Clarke had snuck up on her to listen.

"Don't be jealous, no one could replace you," she overheard Lexa say. Okay, she definitely should not be listening in. She was obviously listening in on a call between Lexa and her boyfriend. Girlfriend? But that didn't vibe with how Lexa had been acting around her this past month.

"I love you too much to do that, Madi." Lexa answered, upbeat and happy. Girlfriend, Clarke decided.

The handheld buzzer in her pocket went off, letting Clarke know her order was ready to go, and giving Clarke a reason to finally put herself out of her misery and step away from the conversation. How could she have misread their situation so badly? She took her breakfast and tea and started her walk home. Lexa had a girlfriend.

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It was two days later, and Clarke was going to be seeing Lexa again for the first time since overhearing her conversation with her girlfriend. She was not looking forward to it. She felt like an idiot, letting Lexa's fantastic smile, kindness, and flirtatious attitude cloud her judgment. She should have realized that the reason for Lexa being closed off at times was to hide a relationship.

"Hey, Clarke," she heard Lexa happily announce as she walked up to the ambulance, "I stopped by the bakery near my place to grab us some scones to go with our coffee tonight." Lexa placed the scones right inside the opened doors at the back.

"Hi, Lexa." Clark responded dismissively. "Thanks. I forgot to grab you one though, sorry. I was running late."

It was a lie, of course. An outright lie. As childish as it was, Clarke wanted to be petty after finding out Lexa had been toying with her emotions. She didn't forget to grab a coffee for Lexa. In fact, she thought long and hard about NOT ordering Lexa her usual, debating on if it would set a bad tone for the night. But, she ultimately decided she needed to pull back on their quickly developing friendship.

"Oh," Lexa sadly replied. "That's alright."

Lexa climbed into the back of the ambulance and started on their inventory checklist. Clarke normally helped her out, but tonight she left Lexa and Nate, their third team member, to do it on their own. It was a precursor to the rest of the night.

Their normal, lighthearted conversations were replaced by awkward silence. It made Clarke feel gutted. She still held their "lessons learned" session after each patient, but she was much more clinical and professional in her teachings. And she made sure to hold back on her usual tactile teaching moments she often used when correcting Lexa's form.

The shift in their dynamic did not go unnoticed by Lexa. After a few attempts at what had become their normal routine, Lexa gave up. She started sitting on the opposite side of the ambulance, rather than next to Clarke. And instead of talking to her, she read one of the medical trauma books Clarke had recommended. Even Nate had kept to himself.

Clarke hated the distance. It had only been a month, but she had become accustomed to being around Lexa. She had wanted to be next to her, learning about her, sharing stories. To get excited with her when Lexa learned a new skill, or performed it flawlessly. But she couldn’t allow herself to get caught up with someone who was taken. It was wrong.

As the night came to an end, Clarke completed their outbrief before directing Lexa and Nate to finalize the ambulance for the next shift. As she walked to the hospital to start the turnover paperwork, she heard a yell from behind her. “Clarke!” It was Lexa. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before turning around.

“What’s up, Lexa?” She asked nonchalantly.

Can I talk to you for a minute?” Lexa bravely asked. For Clarke’s face was not as welcoming, try as she might. “Please?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Clarke responded. Being alone with Lexa would not help Clarke’s conundrum. She was already fighting with herself; wanting to be closer to this woman and yet, wanting to push her as far away as possible.

Lexa looked defeated. “Did I… do something wrong?” She questioned. “Because I feel like you shut me out today.”

Clarke stared into Lexa’s eyes. Gorgeous green eyes that captivated her. Eyes that Clarke would catch making prolonged glances her way when Lexa thought she couldn’t see her. Eyes that should be looking at someone else that way, not her.

That thought solidified Clarke’s decision. She would talk to her, but she had to confront Lexa with what she overheard at the cafe and set boundaries for their future shifts. Their relationship needed to be strictly professional.

“We can talk. It’s probably best.” She answered, nodding her head towards the alley. Lexa followed quietly behind her.

Clarke jumped right into the conversation, just wanting it to be over. “Listen, Lexa. I think we’ve been crossing the lines of professionalism a bit too much at work.” Clarke stated. “It’s making me uncomfortable.”

Lexa nodded, seeming to understand exactly what Clarke meant. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware it was making you uncomfortable.” She responded.

“It wasn’t making me uncomfortable,” Clarke said, honestly. ”What makes me uncomfortable is that you have a girlfriend. That changes everything.”

This time, Lexa did not nod. Instead, her head did a slight tilt as her eyebrows furrowed. “I what?” Lexa asked, with a tone of confusion, rather than the defensive tone, Clarke expected.

“Lexa, please don’t play dumb.” Clarke had thought that Lexa would come clean if she confronted her. Had hoped she would own up to it, and maybe apologize. “We’ve been flirting, and all this time, you’ve been in a relationship.”

“Clarke,” Lexa said quietly. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend, in case that’s what you plan on accusing me of next.”

Clarke shook her head. “No, I heard you on the phone with her the other day. At Grounders.” Clarke finally came clean. “I was sitting behind you when you were talking to ‘Madi’ on the couch.”

Realization dawned on Lexa’s face, followed by a large smile. Clarke was confused. How could Lexa be smiling at this moment?

“You were eavesdropping on me?” She asked. Smile still plastered on her face.

Clarke was getting more confused by the moment, and it was causing her to be defensive. “I didn’t do it on purpose, Lexa! I was going to say hi, but you were on the phone. And you sat down on the couch right next to my table, and it was impossible not to hear.” She huffed.

“Clarke,” Lexa managed through a slight chuckle. “Madi is my little sister.” Clarke’s heart dropped into her stomach. Her what? “I’ll show you a picture.”

Lexa took her phone out of her back pocket and showed Clarke her lock screen. On it were two, wavy haired brunettes smiling at the camera; the little girl holding onto Lexa’s back looked like a younger version of Lexa. “See, my little sister.”

“Shit.” Clarke mumbled under her breath. “Shit.” She turned to walk away, embarrassed.

Lexa quickly put her phone back and gently grabbed Clarke’s arm to turn her back. But Clarke refused to face her.

“Please look at me, Clarke.” Lexa nudged. Clarke shook her head in defiance. “Please?” Lexa asked one more time.

It took a few seconds before Clarke looked up, her face beet red. But Lexa was beaming. “How are you still smiling when I just accused you of cheating?” She asked. “God! I feel like such an idiot!”

“I’m smiling because you said, ‘WE’VE been flirting’.” Lexa’s smile instantly changed from happy to cocky. “Which means that I wasn’t the only one flirting. And I’m hoping it means that if I ask you on a date, you’ll say ‘yes’.”

“Do you still want to ask me on a date after how I just acted?” Clarke wondered out loud.

“I really do,” Lexa responded quickly. “I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but I wasn’t sure how you felt. Maybe you’re just one of those women who are touchy, feely with their friends.” She boldly reached down and held Clarke’s hand. When she didn’t pull away, she continued. “I’d really like to see you outside work. We can start small. I believe you owe me a coffee,” she joked.

“That I do,” Clarke chuckled. She was feeling lighter already. “How about tea and breakfast, instead? Are you free for Grounders after I turn this paperwork in?”

“I am,” smiled Lexa. “I’ll finish up our end of day checklist and meet you there.”

“Sounds good.” She gave Lexa’s hand a squeeze before heading back in to finish up.

Clarke was halfway to the doors when she heard Lexa yell for her again, “And Clarke!” she stated with a smile, “I’m a one woman, woman.” Clarke shook her head and smiled. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a while.” ‘And this is the best of Karma I’ve had in a while,’ she thought to herself.

#anon #clexa #clexa fic #woods au #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction trope mash-up

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