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Safe Haven - Chapter 4

Jaina and Sylvanas ride out the remainder of the storm before their visit to Fallhaven is unexpectedly cut short ...

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Just sent chapter five to my beta - time to catch up on chapter four if you missed it!

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i may as well be yapping to a brick wall but i’m gonna talk about this scene anyway

cause what is so endearing and special to me, and what is one of the many reasons why i love clexa so much, is the domesticity of this scene, or more so what must’ve happened for them to get to this point

some way they end up in the comfort of lexa’s room together, each doing their own thing in peace and quiet

clarke went up to lexa’s room, “can i draw here?”

or

lexa invited clarke “would you like to spend time in my room while i read later?”

or

clarke was already there when lexa entered “i hope it’s okay i let myself in, my room’s too quiet”

or

they walked up to lexa’s room together after a meeting, not having to exchange a single word

and that same thing applied when they sat down, they don’t need to speak, are comfortable enough with one another to have some quiet time, where they can practice their hobbies and relax and be at peace and for a moment not have to owe anyone anything

a time when lexa felt so safe and comfortable with clarke up to the point where the rythm of her quiet breathing and the sound of the charcoal against her paper put her to sleep

not to mention clarke was technically lexa’s prisoner when this happened, but this didn’t change anything between them, i’m not even sure clarke minded

between the violence, the wars, the bloodshed, the politics, the betrayal and the lies, they can sit together and do their own thing in silence, a silence that’s actually silent as opposed to the loud silence in their heads when they’re alone at night, a kind of silence that reminds clarke of wednesday afternoons with her father and that reminds lexa of vast fields with costia

this scene can’t have been the first or last time they spend quiet time together, maybe clarke reads a book in the corner of the throne room while lexa finishes the last of the letters she’s writing, maybe lexa meditates with the sound of clarke brushing her hair in the background, maybe clarke draws again, lexa reads again, clarke naps, lexa braids, clarke paints, lexa cleans, clarke folds clothes, lexa lights candles, clarke draws again, and lexa reads again

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Sorry today is a little tough, here's my contribution to distraction:

I always wanted a scene (in the show ofc) where we got to see Lexa the Little Shit visiting Arkadia. The Commander is given a little tour with Raven or whomever explaining this or that tech while everyone watched. A little smirk on her face. She knows all this stuff. She has Becca's brain. She recognizes things. And then she asks some questions (she already knows the answers to), and it takes Abbie 2.7 seconds to clock that Lexa's questions suggest she understands what she is seeing, and might be hiding something.

To which Lexa gets to respond with something about making assumptions about people.

Is there some trivial-ish kind of thing you wanted to see in the show? Not necessarily high stakes, but revealing about a character?

Oh I would've loved to see more Lexa and Abby interactions, especially in far less official capacities. With Clarke plunked right in the middle, metaphorically speaking.

About the trivial thing, truthfully, I kinda touched on it a bit in my canon fic but I really really wish we could've seen the events leading up to Lexa napping with Clarke in her room. I realize fandom wise it's not trivial, but in the grand scheme of the show it was hence why it wasn't included, but my god the dynamics of Lexa as a person that would've shown 😩

Because we know that was not the first afternoon Clarke had spent with her. Like, yes she always made a point to show Clarke how comfortable she was with her in her space (i.e. trying to rest in her war tent even with Clarke having the zoomies pre-battle), but I just feel like that was different. She knew Clarke was still angry with her and she knew she had broken Clarke's trust. And beyond the big gestures of the bow and vow and so on, I wish we could've seen more of the minutia. The tiny moments that really were Lexa just being Lexa, a young woman trying to make amends and rebuild this fragile connection between them, as opposed to Heda rebuilding bridges with a severed alliance.

The moments when she'd offer for Clarke to join her after lunch, and then the little shocked face—the barely there lift of her eyebrows and the tiniest parting of her lips—when she finally did open the door to find Clarke standing there. The moment when she told Clarke she actually didn't even need to bother knocking (I'm giving Clarke the benefit of the doubt here 🥴) and was actually invited. Always. Should she ever want to join her again, of course...

The way Lexa always probably erred more on the side of sounding a touch too official and feeling ridiculous about it afterward because she knows that Clarke knows that's how she covers up her nerves.

But then with each passing visit, more and more of that nervousness melting away. Afternoons of stilted pleasantries mixed with the occasional verbal jab and awkward gestures, all becoming easy conversation. Rueful smiles from behind the spines of books. Becoming these warm kind of silences that only happen when you're thoughtlessly comfortable in someone's space; with their presence. The dull scratch of Clarke's pencil on the very paper Lexa gave her, now a soothing backdrop to her afternoon routine...

I wish I could've seen that particular build because I think so much of who Lexa truly is hides in the quiet moments.

We deserved more of those quiet moments.

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For @clextober24

Fragments of Us

Summary: On a stormy Halloween night, Clarke Griffin and Alexandria Woods are on the brink of motherhood when a devastating mistake alters their lives forever. Six years later, as terrifying news unfolds, a heartbreaking truth is revealed, setting Clarke and Lexa on a path to put back the pieces they lost along the way and rebuild their lives with renewed hope.

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Beta: @macolethings

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Safe Haven - Chapter 3

Things get - surprisingly domestic...

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Armed with a strong set of OWL results and her shiny new prefect badge, Clarke Griffin was eager and ready to take on her final two years at Hogwarts. All that stood in her way was her dorm mate who might make something explode, a particularly arrogant Slytherin who she couldn’t take her eyes off of, and whoever (or whatever) was causing students to disappear, threatening to shut down the school forever.

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Safe Haven - Chapter 2

Jaina has no idea why the former Warchief of the Horde is on her doorstep in the middle of a stormy night, looking for all the world like a drowned rat, but she decides to invite her in anyway ...

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Safe Haven

My first Sylvaina fic!

Time has elapsed since Sylvanas Windrunner was sentenced to find and move on all the souls lost in the Maw. It's only been a couple of years for Jaina, but Sylvanas' memories have faded of the last time she walked on the surface of Azeroth. Can the pair make a safe haven that they can both share, or will their past history prove too much to overcome?

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drunk in love – clexa au!

After having her heart broken, there's little Lexa wants more than to hide beneath her covers and forget the existence of girls for the next 10 thousand years. Anya has already decided that this will not do, and since Lexa just turned 21, this is the perfect opportunity for her to finally grab a drink with her younger cousin and guide her through the ways of getting over a breakup: get shit faced and make out with somebody else. What she didn't expect is that Lexa would fall in love with that blonde bartender and force her to witness their antics again and again. and again.

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My Dread Lady, Part 56

“The city guard are in charge of bucket lines and Alliance footmen are the undisputed bucket heads. Ask them for help.” Sylvanas commanded almost icily.

“Good point! Dark Lady, Dread Lady.”

Clea was out of the room faster than the wind and closed the door with extraordinary care after her. Possibly a little like someone leaving behind two snarling fel hounds.

“Decades of training and centuries of experience, and here my rangers are sent to fight fish in a barrel…” Sylvanas shook her head in pretended exasperation and dispelled some of their actual such. “Please, Jaina, you were saying?” 

Jaina was taking a deep breath.

Someone who was about to listen to something important from her mage should not make note of how the cloth of her robes stretched out when she did that. She really shouldn’t.

"Sylvanas. I want you to possess me."

“You do not find me scary, then?”

“Yes I do.” Jaina whispered and the previous bout of brashness left her. “You scare my fears and my nightmares away.”

And then – For Tides’ sake!

The distinct treading up the stairs was somehow intrudingly distinct just today.

Had everyone arranged a meeting with one of them this very hour?

Only Lyana.

“Sorry, have you seen Kitthix? He was here just a minute ago – I mean not literally here but around the tower. I thought he might have gone exploring again.”

“No!” Jaina and Sylvanas almost shouted in unison. “We have not.”

“Can you tell him to come to the town square if you do? But to use the roofs. I don’t think the streets are safe for spiders yet and people can be so squeamish sometimes.”

“Yes Lyana, I assure you we will tell Kitthix but now we have a web of our own to weave and must get back to it at once.” Sylvanas explained with palpable effort. “We were right in the middle of a thing.”

“Oh, that is nice. That you’re webbing. I’ll tell Kitthix when I find him.”

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Hi there. I love anything Clexa. How about a misunderstanding or fight. (Bonus points for lots of angst 🫣)

I'll be waiting for you

Youth is unripe and terribly sweet. It’s an unforgiving hurricane that either sweeps aside or devours anything it might encounter; it’s the beginning of something new, exciting, and emotional. But it is also the death of a past, of comfort and childhood, and of a lot of rulers one thought governed the world around them. Sometimes there are too many thoughts in your head and too many emotions in your heart for you to be able to put everything into words; sometimes you’re just caught red-handed, and there’s no amount of wishing to go back that actually feels enough to describe the pitying void inside you, weakening your legs and stinging your eyes, and FUCK.

Lexa really wishes she saw this coming.

But she didn’t. And now, as she runs through the streets towards the Griffin residence, she knows she’ll pay the price.

Her lungs burn, and there’s an ache spreading all over her body, but it’s not the exertion of the run; it's the remembrance of the haunted look in Clarke’s eyes. I didn’t know she would kiss me, Lexa tries to reason with herself, tries to think of what the hell she’ll say to Clarke after everything she saw at the diner. I didn’t know, I swear. She said she needed a friend; she said her father was being his shitty self again and she had no one else to talk to beside me. She didn’t want to open up about this to anyone else but me. If you saw everything, you saw I pushed her. You saw I didn't really kiss her. There’s no one else I want other than you. I’m so fucking sorry.

The house looms on the horizon, and the gods might’ve started to take pity on Lexa because, thankfully, there’s only Clarke’s baby blue car sloppily packed in the driveway, which means Lexa’s guess is right and she did come home instead of running to Raven’s, where Lexa would probably get shot at by Clarke’s best friend before getting any words out. Having this conversation in front of Ms. Griffin also feels unfathomable, so yeah, things are really starting to smile at Lexa right now.

Hopefully, Clarke will too. soon.

She almost slams herself against the front door to knock, not really slowing down as much as she thought she would. Taking lungfuls of breaths, she knocks again, almost as strongly. “Clarke!” she shouts. “Please, baby. Talk to me. Please please, please.” no answer. She knocks again. “I know you’re there, Clarke. Let me explain, please.” Still no answer.

Her phone buzzes.

Anya: dued what the fuckkkkkk

Anya: lexa

Anya: what

Anya: the

Anya: fuck

Anya: im gonna wait for you at home.

Anya: GO HOME.

Anya: NOW.

Anya: RAVEN WILL GET OCTAVIA AND SOON THEY’LL BE MARCHING FOR YOUR HEAD DOWN THE STREETS.

Anya: also please. for the love of god.

Anya: STEER AWAY FROM HER HOUSE

Anya: DO NOT GO TO CLARKE’S HOUSE RIGHT NOW.

Anya: if i have to rescue your remains from the griffins backyard im gonna be really pissed at you when we meet again in the afterlife. im waiting for you. go home. we r gonna talk and figure this out. i know something is wrong. ik you wouldnt do this to her.

Costia: I’m sorry

Costia: I don’t know what came over me

Costia: i just miss you.

Costia: a lot.

Costia: and im still sorry for what i did and for the harm i’ve cause. but if things don’t end up well w griffin, please know you can still come to me

Costia: maybe we can try again

Costia: god that’s so fucked up, right? im so sorry lexa. forget everything. thanks for today. i miss you. please talk to me again when you can xx.

What the fuck?

Breathing still labored, Lexa shoves her phone in her pocket as she rounds the house. There’s an enormous tree by its side, a tree Lexa is familiar enough with its branches and leaves not to hesitate or slow down as she starts to climb it. The strongest branch is close to Clarke’s window for her to make an entrance without much fuss. It’s only when she steps inside, that the girl in lying facing down on her bed notices her presence.

Clarke looks like a wild thing right now. Blonde curls mussed, rimmed wet eyes, and a flushed face that’s beginning to swell. She looks terribly beautiful like this, which is very unfair right now in Lexa’s opinion, and it’s not really helping her calm her racing heart or come up with anything to say to the girl. Her girl.

Lexa takes one step, and Clarke backs off, like a caged animal.

“Baby-”

“Don’t fucking ‘baby’ me,” Clarke cries. “Why are you here? Get back to your date.”

“It wasn’t a date!” Lexa cries, fear and anxiety pumping her heart. “We were just talking.”

“She kissed you, Lexa.”

“But I didn't kiss her!” Lexa gets closer; now Clarke’s just an arm’s length away. “We were just talking, and she kissed me. I didn’t know she’d do that, Clarke. I didn’t want it. I swear to you.”

Fresh tears gather in Clarke’s eyes. “You lied to me,” she whispers, sounding so small and so broken it’s hard for Lexa to control her own emotions. “You said you were helping Anya, but instead I caught you kissing your ex in a diner, Lexa. You told me you and Costia didn’t speak anymore. You told me you were at Anya’s.” Frustration is starting to slip through Clarke’s tone, and now, instead of utterly sad, she looks awfully mad too.

When Lexa doesn’t respond, Clarke squints her eyes. “Well, didn’t you want to talk? Why did you lie to me, Lexa?” When again the blonde is met with silence, her patience starts to run thin. “Say something!” she cries.

I thought I could do both. I thought I could be a friend to Costia and still get back and be yours, hold you to me. I didn’t say anything because if I did, I knew you would be upset. I knew the next time Bellamy or Niylah or anybody else that has feelings for you called for a friendly outing, you would go too. I fucked up first because I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of this. But now, as I look at you like this, I feel like the dumbest loser on earth. I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa gulps and keeps her mouth shut. Nothing else feels good enough to be said now; everything swirling around in her brain is either too honest or too stupid to be said out loud. Neither the truth nor a lie feels good enough to Clarke. “She said she needed a friend; her father can be a real asshole most of the time. I- I thought that was all she wanted, a friendly shoulder to cry on.”

Clarke huffs. “I told you she still had feelings for you.”

(They’re lying together against the soft grass of the backyard, flushed from the proximity and all the alcohol consumed. They keep kissing and holding each other close, and honestly, Lexa has never felt more loved than right now. There’s no grand gesture of romance, just the softness of Clarke’s fingertips as they contour her face and the way her eyes shine bright when looking at Lexa.

“I just think she likes you,” Clarke says, while making a face. “I believe in you. But I don’t think the same applies to her. She’s still into you. It’s in the way she looks at you and in how she talks when I'm around.” A hand comes to her face. “I feel so stupid saying this; maybe it's stupid, right? I-"

“I don’t think it’s stupid.” Lexa says softly, reaching for the hand Clarke used to cover her eyes. “Costia and I were good friends before we started to date, and honestly, now I see that’s what we should’ve remained. Friends. That’s all I see her as now.” Lexa brought their faces closer. “I’m into somebody else, if you couldn’t tell")

Before Lexa can answer, a loud knock comes from Clarke’s bedroom door. “Princess?” Bellamy asks softly.

Lexa huffs a humorless laugh. “ Of course.” How did he even got into the house?

Clarke merely squints her eyes at her but replies to Bellamy nonetheless. “Bel, not now.”

“Look, Clarke, I-”

“Are you deaf or something? She said not now. Piss off, Blake.” Lexa says before she can help herself.

“What’s wrong with you?” Clarke asks, outraged. “You can’t talk to him like that. He’s not in the wrong here.”

“I just think it’s funny he’s the first to come running to your feet the moment he discovers something has gone wrong between us.” Lexa spits.

Clarke clenches her teeth. “He’s my friend, you know that.”

“Oh yes, I know. And I bet he can’t wait to give you a real nice shoulder to cry on as soon as I am out of the picture.”

“Oh, like you did to Costia?” Clarke asks, a new type of venom dripping from her mouth, “Is that what you are afraid of? That I’ll wait for when you’re not around to kiss him?”

Lexa feels her chest constrict at that mental image. “That’s not what happened!”

“Then you’ve nothing to worry about!”

“What else do you want from me?” Lexa cries. “I told you what happened. I didn’t want her to kiss me, but she did anyway. What else do you want me to do? Go back in time and prevent myself from seeing her in the first place?”

“I want you to be honest with me!” Clarke almost shouts, more tears dampening her cheeks. “You lied to me! You say you’re sorry, but that doesn’t change the fact that you lied to me. We’ve been talking the whole day, and you’ve been saying again and again you were with Anya helping her with the car stuff.” Lexa suddenly realizes the warm feeling on her face is her own tears painting her cheeks.

Clarke closes her eyes for a moment, taking deep breaths, trying her best to calm herself. She feels like her heart might be somewhere closer to her feet, broken and bleeding and as empty as it was when she saw Finn kissing another girl that damned night. When she opens it, the blue Lexa likes so much is empty and cold. “I’m not gonna be played again.”

“I’m not Finn.” Lexa answers firmly.

“You’re certainly acting like him, though.”

Ouch. Silence stretches between them, and Lexa can’t help but feel like Clarke is slipping through her fingers. The only sound in the room is Clarke’s labored breath.

“Just… get out of my house, please.” She says without looking at Lexa. “Please.”

“No, no, Clarke.” In three quick steps, Lexa gets closer. Almost touching but not daring to. “I'm sorry. Let's talk. We can sort this out.”

Their faces are so close they can almost taste their shared breaths, and it takes Clarke an amount of strength she didn’t know she possessed not to kiss Lexa right in that moment. Her eyes are so green and her lips so deliciously swollen, but she lied. This is what keeps playing in Clarke's mind as she keeps looking at the girl in front of her. She lied, and she was kissing somebody else. And all this could've been avoided if she hadn't lied. She lied to me just like Finn did.

“Give me another chance,” Lexa suddenly blurts out, feeling stupider than ever before, “Please, let’s just-”

“Get out of my house.” Clarke responds softly. “Please. I don’t wanna look at you right now. I can't do this anymore.”

“Baby, please.”

“Piss off, Woods!” Comes from the other side of the door, and only now Lexa realizes Bellamy has been listening to the whole exchange.

“Bellamy!” Clarke reprimands.

Lexa takes a deep breath, tries to remember he's not the point here, and it's not worth it. “We're gonna talk. Later.” She says, and Clarke raises an eyebrow.

“And that's up to you to decide?”

“No, it 's not. But I'm gonna be waiting for you. As long as it takes. When you finally wanna talk again, I'll be waiting.” Lexa chances a caress to Clarke's face and can't help the spark of hope that shoots inside of her when Clarke doesn't back away from the fingertips tracing her cheeks. “You mean more to me than your stupid friend or this stupid fight. You're everything and more. I'm not Finn, and I'm not letting things between us end like this.”

Clarke halts her movements and holds her wrist. “Lexa. Get. Out.”

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My Dread Lady Part 55

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40261533/chapters/171937627?view_adult=true

“The coast is clear.” The dark ranger cast a look around them. “Even if the coast is further ahead. Why do you say that the coast is clear when you’re on land?”

“Because you habitually take all seaward expressions with you on your inland expeditions to show that you are a real sailor and not one of the green landlubbers of course.” Jaina put her nose high in the air, and almost tripped as a result when they waded through a particularly wide snow drift.

“I am pleased to announce today not one but two promotions most well deserved.” Sylvanas continued. “First, we will reinstitute a Lordaeronian office that held the highest honour.”

It held the highest honour. That was completely correct as far as Jaina’s knowledge of the realm’s civic matters went. That did also imply but not necessarily mean that said office would hold the same today.

If that particular nuance had not been every bit deliberate from the Banshee Queen she would be a murloc. Jaina had to bite her lip to keep her expression in check.

“I hereby appoint…” Sylvanas continued after her dramatic pause. “…Varimathras to the position of Lord Privy Seal!”

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Amen!

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in fanfiction we must sometimes ask ourselves not if he would do that but under what conditions would he would do that

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Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

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Sonraun Rein Kiken (A Life Worth Living)

Ch 23 - Knowing there is no way to get into the bunker, Clarke’s chances at surviving are greatly diminished. Meanwhile, Aden deals with his first hurdle as Heda.

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