#Clexa content

[hedalexa]

Dec 2, 2014: Carmilla and Laura first kiss

Dec 10, 2014: Clarke and Lexa first meet

Dec 19, 2014: Korra and Asami canon endgame

No wonder I have this constant ache for “the golden days.” Because 2014 was actually such a good fucking year to be sapphic. We got all of these at once. We were feasting.

[owl127]

Clexa

Fanfiction by owl127 i. The Shot

Lexa was in, and Anya, and an entire team behind them after a historical comeback against a European powerhouse. That meant Lexa would play the game of her life against the love of her life. OR Soccer rivals clexa meet in the world cup

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ii. Single Moms

Single moms meet at boy band concert.

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iii. Sky

"Prompt: Canonverse, Clexa talking about what it was like living in the sky. Clarke talking about her time in solitary and before that. Then came the inevitable topic of what Earth looked like/what does it look like living on the ark. Clarke tries to explain the beauty but also the loneliness of the view of Earth and stars, which is quite unfathomable to Lexa. So Clarke paints one to show her. I haven't seen a fic where Clarke paints the Earth. I think there should be one."

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iv. Captain's Daughter I

Dear owl, I’ve been watching 21 jump street (the one with Jonah hill) and I was laughing so hard at the scene in which he ducked the captain’ daughter without knowing, the captain finding out and the conversation afterwards at the office, would you mind making it clexa ? One of them fucked the other who’s the captains daughter ?

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v. Captain's Daughter II

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vi. Captain's Daughter III

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vii. Captain's Daughter IV

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viii. Basketball Injury

“Sure, babe.” Clarke adjusted in her seat, massaging her thigh again. “I’m sorry you can’t play tonight. I was looking forward to destroying you.” That made Lexa smile. “In your dreams, Griffin.” “Oh, but my dreams about you are quite different, Lex.”

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ix. Pre Game

I love your sports fics!! Can you write one (preferably in the Clexa universe) where Lexa has to get off before the game or else she doesn’t play well because she’s all horny. Im indifferent as to if it’s another locker room based fic, or it could be Lexa and Clarke are rooming together at an away game and Lexa keeps waiting for Clarke to fall asleep so she can mastrubate and Clarke ends up hearing and helping her out. Also I love the football world but whatever

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x. Wednesdays

“She’s important to me,” Lexa confessed, not meeting Anya’s eyes. “I know. She made it to Wednesdays.”

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xi. Firefighter

"I got the ring," she said, and Anya froze with her spoon halfway to her mouth. "No shit. For real?" "For real."

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x. Support

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[fratboykate]

Papi, are you alive? Thunderbolts trailer leaked and we got Hailee back from the dead (and there's the movie with Andrew and Florence and its KYAU coded as fuck) Kate and Yelena content galor this week. PLEASE COME BACK. We've been deprived for a year. It's been jail for too long. Grace us with Kate x Yelena content again. Pretty please.

*taps mic* Is this thing on?

[toolateintheday]

Snippet Sunday (on a Monday)

The fabulous @grenanigans tagged me so here's a very small snippet from the next chapter of False Dichotomy.

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Shadowheart lifts her head from the pillow and with considerable effort, pushes herself into an upright position, propped up against the headboard. Her head feels thick, as though its stuffed with cotton wool and her mouth is dry when she runs her tongue over chapped lips.

It occurs to her that the room is unususlly quiet. She squints past Lae'zel - sees no one.

"Where is everyone?"

"Downstairs having breakfast. I asked them to give us some privacy."

Shadowheart sighs, rubs the heels of her palms into her tired eyes. "I'm flattered, but I'm really not in the mood."

"Not so that we may-" Lae'zel pauses, starts again. "So that I may help you get washed and dressed without an audience."

"I don't need your help," Shadowheart says flatly. "I'm fine. And perfectly capable of-"

"You are not fine. Its been three days now. You smell like a tavern."

"It may have escaped your keen notice but we're in a tavern."

I'll tag the queen of Clexa fanfics @dreamsaremywords

Check out her work, she's awesome.

[luxi-storyteller]

The wait is over!!

[eternalreignblog]

GP Lexa receives a text from an unknown number. When she opens it, she finds a nude of Clarke who sent it to her by mistake. Lexa decides to play along and sends a dick pic back

Tossing her bag down on the kitchen table, Lexa groaned audibly as she collapsed down on the sofa. She was exhausted after a long, hard day at the fire station and wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, bury herself under her doona, and sleep for a week.

Hearing her phone ping with a notification nearly made her scream, thinking it might be her boss calling her back in for a double shift.

Mentally preparing herself for disappointment, Lexa hoisted herself up and ruffled through her bag to find the offending device. Swiping to unlock her phone, Lexa was pleasantly surprised to see a message from an unknown number rather than her boss.

Sighing in relief, Lexa plonked herself back down on the couch and opened up the message, assuming it was another one of those scam attempts.

Her eyebrows shot up instantly, and her dick twitched in approval as an image of a perfect set of tits flashed up on her screen with the caption "thinking of you 💋"

There were no links. No, 'click here to see more' or any other tell-tale sign of a scam message, so Lexa concluded she must be the lucky recipient of a wrong number sext.

Her cock was getting hard looking at the mirror snap of the strangers gorgeous breasts, thinking about sliding her dick between them and cumming on the lips that were just out of frame. She could see some tendrils of blonde hair over petit shoulders, but the stars of the show were definitely the huge breasts sitting proud, nipples hard, and pointing toward the camera in all their double-D glory.

Feeling bold, and now kinda horny, Lexa shoved her pants down enough to free her now rock hard cock, and started stroking.

Before she could think about it too much, she snapped a pic of her dick standing tall, bead of precum leaking from the tip as she jerked it to the strangers picture.

Lexa had to admire the photo for a second as her slim waist and small hands had the added effect of making her cock look huge by contrast.

She quickly typed out "now I'm thinking of you too 🍆💦" and sent off the message to the unknown number.

Her heart was beating with nerves and lust, never having sent an intimate image to a partner before, let alone a perfect stranger.

She went back to admire the nude, still impressed by the quality assets in the photo. Lexa was definitely a boobs girl, and this set was notging short of magnificent.

Lexa was stroking her cock, slowly working herself up when she almost dropped her phone in surprise when a new message came through.

Scrolling excitedly down to the new pic, Lexa let out an audible groan at the sight of the woman's naked body. She was lying on her bed, one knee up with a hand between her legs, touching herself as she took the photo from just above her chest so Lexa had a perfect view right down her gorgeous figure.

The woman had captioned it "what are you thinking about?"

Lexa was invested in this little game now, pulling herself up off the sofa and meandering her way ungracefully to the bedroom, knocking into walls and furniture in her haste, all while divesting herself of her clothes haphazardly.

She came to a halt in front of her bathroom mirror, and before she could overthink how utterly insane she was being by sending nudes to a total stranger, she snapped a shot of her torso and cock, the frame starting just under her breasts and showcasing her abs.

Smiling smugly, she sent the picture with the line, "sliding my cock between your tits before I fuck you hard,"

Laying down on her bed, Lexa waited not so patiently for a reply while slowly jerking herself.

After less than a minute, a massage came through, and Lexa was mildly disappointed when no image was attached - until she read the words.

"Your cock looks delicious, i want to taste it 🫦"

Lexa groaned audibly as the image of her cock dissapearing into the mysterious woman's mouth flashed through her mind.

Before she had a chance to respond, a picture came through, and Lexa nearly came on the spot as she took in the image of a decent sized dildo sliding into a soaked pussy. Moments later, another message followed.

"I wish this was your dick,"

Without thinking, Lexa fired back, "I would fuck you so much better, I would eat your pussy till you're screaming before rolling you over, sliding in and fucking you until you cum on my cock,"

The three dots appeared straight away.

"Slap my ass while I'm face down on the mattress and I'll cum so hard on your cock. I want your cum inside me so bad,"

"I would fill you up so much you'd feel it dripping out for a week,"

"I'd clean you up so good, lick all our cum off your dick,"

"I'd make sure you get every last drop,"

The rapid-fire texts stopped for a moment, and Lexa was disappointed because she was so close to busting that one more message would probably have sent her over the edge.

Stroking herslef, Lexa could feel the beginnings of her orgasm. Scrolling through the chat and looking at the pictures again, she was so close to nutting. God, this girl was hot as fuck, Lexa sent a silent shout out to whoever the dumbass was that gave her the wrong number.

Their loss. Lexa’s unequivocal gain.

Then, as if by some kind of divine intervention, another message and pic appeared on Lexa's screen.

Her eyes raked over the new image of pretty pink pussy lips absolutely covered in slick, two fingers sliding through the mess with the caption: "i just came so hard thinking about your cock,"

It was exactly what Lexa needed, the thought of her cock replacing the fingers in the pic sent her careening over the edge, cumming hard all over her abs.

She stroked her dick to squeeze out every last drop, only adding to the impressive load that had accumulated. Lexa hadn't cum this hard or this much in ages and the release left her feeling spent and relaxed.

After she came back down to earth, and with her last ounce of energy, Lexa snapped a pic of the mess she'd made and sent it off, "wish you were here to clean me up," she added before she collapsed in exhaustion.

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The next morning, Lexa woke to find herself in pretty much the same position she fell asleep in, and just as messy. Kicking her past self for not at least cleaning up before falling asleep, Lexa dragged herself out of bed and into the shower.

Thinking back on the crazy events of the night before, Lexa could hardly believe it had even happened. She opened up the convo with the stranger to rehash the memory and prove to herself that it was indeed real and not some fatigue induced hallucination.

What she wasn't expecting to find was a fresh massage -

"I have no idea who you are, you're definitely not the person who gave me their number last night, but damn girl, I need your cock in my life. If you're in Polis, and fuck I hope you are, be at Grounders Bar at 10pm tonight, I'll be the one in red,"

As soon as she finished reading, Lexa was on the phone to her boss to change shifts.

There was no fucking way she was going to be anywhere other than Grounders tonight.

[lexa-griffins]

It's always bothered me that I see people saying "always reblog" on gifsets or drawings but ignoring someone who just created a brand-new piece.

The same goes for writing. I see people say I just re-read this for the 4th time but won't take the time to read something someone recently wrote. People are actively killing fandoms while saying I don't understand why nobody posts anymore.

While I 100% get there being fics/art/gifsets that are iconic in certain fandoms but the truth is that people will not allow the space for anything new to be made recognized.

One of the things I have realized that happens a lot now is people just don't go to the tags. They don't. They wait for the people on their dash to reblog stuff. And what does that usually mean? That in fandoms with a few blogs everyone follows, those blogs basically dictate what makes it big or not in the fandom because it'll only be reblogged and shared if they reblog it. Now, I am by no means saying bigger blogs need to reblog anything they don't want just for the sake of it. What I mean is people don't go look for any fanart and fanfic that is newly released and even if they do, they will a lot of times wait for it to be "approved" by the bigger blogs before reblogging it.

You can also see this when it comes to fic recommendations. Its always the same 20 fics being recommended, usually all from the height of the fandom and the newer ones are always from the most popular blogs. People seem scared to read new stuff and give new authors a chance. Because they want new fics but they want new fics from a very specific group of people.

And then! Then it's the people who don't reblog, don't comment, don't say anything that will go "update?".

And I am going to be really honest here: if its fanart/fanfic you enjoy and that was just posted with little notes and your queue is months long..... just add it to the queue but still reblog it right away anyways. Especially if you dont plan on adding any tags/commentary. Just reblog it that moment. The fact I've had people ask me directly for fanart and then just leave a like without me knowing if its in the queue or they just decided their need to look at what I drew for them is done and no need for further action.

People have been asking you guys to reblog stuff. That not doing so is killing people's desire to share their art because things go forgotten 3 hours after its posted, if that long. Ficlets, doodles, all of those deserve to be shared. If you only reblog things that have been "approved" and fully polished or they aren't worth you sharing them, then you are co tributing to killing fandoms, you're telling the new writer and the new fanartist in the fandom "come back to me when you are a pro and maybe I'll consider you worth a reblog."

Go to the tags, and go look for fics without recommendations. Reblog traditional art and doodles. Im not saying reblog things you straight up dont enjoy. But while fandom is a personalized experience, dont let it be come to a point only what is considered worthy of being seen comes across your dash. Because you'll miss art and fics and gifsets and meta posts that you might enjoy that the people you follow simply didn't.

[theinnermostsanctum]

how did i think i was 100% straight for so long when at like 13 i used to watch that scene from shadowhunters where alec decides his love for magnus is more important than the support/acceptance of his family and cry….also the clexa videos plssss..

[benjinoff13]

one more clexa AI post and i’m pulling that lever and giving everyone radiation poison

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

Okay, this is NOT what to do in fandoms. This Lexa art is amazing to be butchered like this. Credit the artist! I recall their name is Stephanie if I'm not mistaken.

It's a shame they removed all their art from many online stores precisely for this reason.

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LEXA KOM TRIKRU ft. Avatrice

[100hearteyes]

10 years of Clexa kisses: roses are blue

March 4, 2019

“You have a beautiful soul, Lexa. And the way you talk… You speak like a poet. It had to be you.”

Lexa cannot really argue with Clarke’s logic; that was the reason Finn asked her to write the poems on his behalf, after all. She finds it scary to be read so easily by Clarke, however, she reckons that this is a much healthier basis for a relationship. Lexa turns her face just slightly, so she can kiss the inside of Clarke’s palm.

“What happens now?”

Clarke smirks, clearly in love with having the upper hand, and lightly bumps her nose into Lexa’s, before pulling back. The hand cupping Lexa’s face remains there, though, and is soon joined by the other. Regardless of her fate, Lexa is content to have such a close look at the eyes that have hypnotized her from the start.

“Now, I decide whether I should be pissed at you… Or kiss you. What do you think, Lexa?”

Lexa nods vigorously, tearing an amused laugh from her crush. “Kiss me. Definitely kiss me.”

Some say eighteen is too young to know what love is, but Lexa knowsthat she loves the way Clarke’s lips split into a wide grin and she loves how the hands on her face travel to her hair and pull her close — and she lovesthe touch and taste and glide of Clarke’s lips pressed to her own. Some may say that eighteen is too young to know what love is, but Lexa is fully aware that kissing Clarke feels like drowning; happily, willingly. She’s trapped in the curve Clarke’s lips and drawn by the pull of her kiss, while this new, all-encompassing feeling consumes her.

[owl127]

You’re probably so over the prompts about 3Cs but god you have a golden story here, I can’t stop thinking about it literally every day, imagining what could happen you know ? I’m a big fan of your work but this one is addicting, can’t wait to read more about this one, I’m looking forward anything, any prompt, any CRUMB

Anya was the luckiest woman alive.

She kissed Raven’s giggles as she tossed her wonder woman mask away, finding the girl’s mouth in a fit of laughter of her own. Raven sighed contently and made more room for them in the passenger seat. The 20-year-old Malibu groaned, but held firm as she spread her legs on top of Anya. Raven was always blabbing about how soon the car would be vintage, the old grandma holding firm for two generations of Reyes. That seat had seen its fair share of college kids making out on top of it, and Anya didn’t mind adding a few miles tonight.

As the windows fogged and pants grew unnecessary, Anya was ready to invite Raven back to her apartment, but a loud noise outside made them stop.

“If anyone hit grandma, I swear to God…” Raven said as she rolled the window down, the music from the Halloween party they had abandoned filtering inside.

“Lexa, wait!”

Anya was so ready to ignore whatever commotion was going on, but Clarke’s voice broke her away from Raven’s neck.

“Griffin?” Raven asked, but Clarke ignored the girls in the car as she ran past it.

“Clarke, let that shrimp go.” Another voice joined Clarke’s, and Anya peeked out the window.

She saw Lexa’s bee antenna stomping away, and Clarke was trying to follow in her cumbersome honey jar costume, but another woman stopped her. “Come on, Clarke, stay. I’m sure she’s fine.”

Anya growled when she saw Nia, the party host and also the host of one of the greatest sticks up her ass. Everyone on the lacrosse team hated Nia. She was on the team because of nepotism alone (her aunt dated their coach) and she made everyone’s life miserable with her lack of talent and many opinions.

She threw a mean party, though.

“Let’s go back.” Nia reached for Clarke’s arm, but Clarke shook it away.

“Everything alright, Griffin?” Raven opened the door, face steeled. She was the meanest pirate Anya had ever seen, with the fake parrot dangling from her shoulder adding to the character.

“Everything good, ladies?” Anya followed Raven outside without missing a beat, crossing her arms and glaring at Nia. Both Clarke and Nia seemed surprised at the couple leaving the parked car, though while Clarke showed relief at the sight of her friend, Nia bared her teeth in annoyance.

“Woods. Great to see you,” Nia said with the delicacy of a hammer. “Your sister just stormed out of here.”

“Clarke, do you need a ride?” Raven asked Clarke, ignoring the dick measuring competition going on between the two alphas.

Clarke sniffled, a tear falling on the rumpled card box that was her honey jar, and Raven helped her friend inside the car.

“I’ll drive her home.” Raven fished her keys from Anya’s back pocket — who knows how it ended there — and kissed her cheek.

“I’ll go after Lexa with my bike,” Anya said, returning the kiss.

Give it to Lexa to cockblock her sister.

Spotting the shaking bee was easy, but convincing Lexa to go back to Anya’s apartment took some time. Lexa finally relented under the frosty rain, her bee antenna squashed under Anya’s spare helmet as they drove away.

“I’m fine,” Lexa said between trembling teeth, though she sighed in relief when she held the steaming mug Anya placed in front of her. Her red, hard fingers thawed under the warmth, and so did her rage.

Anya eyed her sister, noticing the running makeup, the red nose, the stained bee costume. It wasn't always that Lexa looked like a mess, but that night was one of those days.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Anya asked, pouring honey into her own mug.

Lexa took the tiniest tea sip.

Anya would hate this so much less if making Lexa talk about her feelings wasn’t like pulling overgrown wisdom teeth. “Why did you storm out?” Anya probed, searching for an angle. “And why is Clarke upset?”

“She’s upset?”

Bingo.

Lexa’s red eyes widened, but then she frowned.

Anya checked Raven’s texts since they parted:

Raven Babe 00:37am

Griffin is crying.

I think they fought. Ask Lexa.

We stopped to get chocolate and honey. Her costume is surprisingly effective.

“Raven is with her now,” Anya said, flipping her phone face down on the table before Lexa could peek. “So, are you still drunk or?”

“Ugh,” Lexa said intelligently, lowering her forehead to the table. “Do I sound drunk?”

“You sound miserable.” Anya sat next to her sister, touching her shoulder and squeezing it. “So what? You had an argument while a little tipsy. That’s normal, Lex. Apologize to Clarke in the morning and it will all be good.”

Lexa lifted her head from the table, her eyebrows knit. She looked like a bee who had been expelled from the hive and left to die in the wilderness if that bee was also a little drunk. “I don’t want to apologize.”

A simmering kind of emotion bubbled in Anya’s stomach, and she recognized it as anger.

“What did Griffin do?” Her tone didn’t betray the surge in protectiveness for her younger sister.

Lexa’s head hit the tabletop again with a muted thud.

“Maybe I’m just overreacting,” she mumbled to the abused wood that had never seen a single coaster.

Anya breathed through her curiosity, giving her sister time to process her thoughts. Lexa had always been slow to make her opinions heard, but alcohol made it like walking through molasses.

Anya waited, as some big sisters were known to do. The good ones, at least.

“She laughed at me,” Lexa said, her voice as small as she looked. “Nia was talking shit about the team, as usual, but then she said things about me and Clarke—” there was that knot between her eyes again “—Clarke just laughed.”

“I’m sorry,” Anya said, the frown on her forehead the same as the one on Lexa’s. “But maybe she didn’t mean it that way?”

Lexa nodded solemnly, processing the idea in her inebriated brain.

“Clarke adores you, Lexa. Did she apologize?”

Pink blossomed over Lexa’s cheeks.

“Is that when you stormed out?” Anya asked, one eyebrow up.

Lexa nodded, but shameful consolation replaced her serious posture.

“Sleep it off,” Anya said, standing up. “It will make more sense in the morning.”

Lexa took an hour showering and used all the hot water. Anya would be mad about it another time, though she will hold against her sister the whole cockblocking thing. Anya had been looking forward to fuck Raven in her wonder woman costume.

Anya let Lexa sleep on the mattress that was usually under her bed, a little wet clump of teen hormones on the floor of her bedroom. She pretended not to, but saw the text exchange between her sister and her girlfriend, and sighed with a heavy sense of completion as Lexa drifted off to sleep.

Another night of being the best big sister ever.

Lexa 2:15am

I'm not mad

Clarke, I love you.

Clarke 2:15am

I love you too.

[fratboykate]

Bro fucking yes I love Days in Violet (the victorian Bishova au). Her other fic True Aim is also pretty good.

I do think it is what you said, though. The fandom is literally tiny. ngl I'm surprised it's even this big considering that they only had like 13min of screentime. That and I think a lot of the good writers lost some steam because we've been so content-starved for both of their characters. The majority of the fics are a little rough around the edges, so I feel like I had to go on a deep dive to find the good ones. I was actually re-reading one the other day that kind of reminded me of your characterization of them. It was on the short and fluffy side but also had himbo kate and badass Yelena.

Then there are some brutal fics that I think portray relationships in a much more realistic way (which also reminded me of you)

DAYS IN VIOLET!!! THAT'S THE ONE. Godddd is this what you guys felt when I didn't update CFAU for years??? 😅 Bring my victorian gays back from war please lol. I've *fully* read more than one chapter of probably less than ten fics in my entire life and all are Clexa except for...Days In Violet. That shit HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD. I remember that she used to update weekly on the same day every week and for a few months I looked like a junkie on that day. Just zealously refreshing until she dropped. I can't possibly die without knowing how that ends. Surely. She can't leave me hanging like this.

Should I read the other one? Do you recommend it? I'm so starved it might be refreshing to read shit for these two idiots that I didn't write myself lol

Lol at the thirteen minutes. I remember that the one time I saw their "Kate & Yelena Scene compilation" type thing and it was about three seconds long I was floored. They've really taken over my brain for literal years on about ten blinks of content 😭 At least the clexa compilation was like 2-3 movies worth lol. Right??? Isn't it like 4 hours long or am I going crazy?

[toolateintheday]

Not to complain about my health again but last night I had chest pains and wound up having to go for an ECG at 4am which was pretty fucking scary.

Luckily my heart is all good. I do have a chest infection tho 😫

I humbly ask you to please rec me your favourite fics, whether you wrote them or they're by another author. I need some good stories to cheer me up.

WLW only please. I like: Clexa, any BG3 pairing with a preference for Shadowzel, harlivy and bishova.

[alphacommander]

Feels like longer! I made this blog specifically for clexa stuff and now we’re here heh.

The ship kept popping up in my Ao3 tag searches, so I decided to watch the show to see what it was about - just so I could read the fanfics 😆

Since then I’ve met a lot of cool people, made friends, and pushed my art career forward just from getting into clexa. Crazy. Glad people are still shipping them and making content 🥰🥰