#clarke calling lexa a good girl >>>>>>>>>>>>>

[lexa-griffins]

How did wolf lady Lexa become enamored with human disaster Clarke

So Lexa is part of a new generation of werewolves who have moved out of their pack communities and are trying to make it in the human world. This works out very well given that werewolves have very organized packs and foloowing orders is something they are very good at and it is all Lexa has ever known and what helped her get to where she is despite her (secret) werewolf nature.

Clarke is... very human. She is chaos and spontaneity along with a fierce protector of her beliefs and "her people." That is what pulls Lexa towards her. At first, Lexa found Clarke far too messy and uncaring about the workplace, but as Clarke's work showed her passion for what she does, it made Lexa more and more enamored and her very human ways.

Clarkr has no idea Lexa is a werewolf. All she knows is that pretty boss lady keeps flirting, and she's gonna flirt back.

[100yearsofclexa]

timeless letters of love and longing

clexa drafts inspired by the book One Hundred Years of Solitude, by Gabriel Garcia-Marquéz.

on naming a first glimpse

When asked to tell their story, neither of them knew how it started. It only happened. "She was at the village since ever and I don't remember a single day of not seeing those blue eyes following me", Lexa would say under her breath, years later, still looking after them with the same passion from years ago. Strands of grey hair falling through her features as shooting stars in the woods of dark brown locks.

But the truth is that the first time they saw each other, they were kids. Clarke was a little girl, full of energy, always giggling about things that did not had a name that time. It was easier, as a matter of fact. You would see a thing and name it as you wanted. Clarke was way good at this game. She would run around the village distributing names - and drawings of her newest achieviments to proof her ultimate decision.

Once then, running through the forest, Clarke saw a thing that she didn't recognize at first. Another child, a few inches taller. She seemed afraid, hiding between the bushes while following the girl with the same bewilderment. Vivid green eyes met piercing blue. Once adult, Clarke would not remember although she keeped her childhood drawings of Lexa, but she would draw those gree eyes as the forest itself could fit inside them.

They stood facing each other for an almost lifetime of seconds.

Clarke spoke first.

-- Woods. Your name is woods.

The other child seemed bothered, frowning. She stood out of where it was hiding cautiously, with light steps of an wild cat.

-- No. I do have a name. My nomon gave me and it is Lexa.

Lexa.

Clarke would grow old, and by the time of her death, she would barely recognize where she was, but, since that first time she heard that name, it remained engraved in her mind forever.

The blonde toddler smiled widly, besides the lack of one front tooth.

Okay, she could agree with that name. Lexa, lexa, lexa. It felt good in her tongue. It felt right for that one little creature standing fierce towards her.

-- Okay. I'll call you Lexa Woods, then.

[hedawanheda]

Hi! Don't know if you've seen the little 10 years of clexa kisses thread going on? Writers posting their favorite kisses from their own works

I would love to see your favorite kisses that you've written! Or any new ones yoi may have 👀

OOOH I LOVE THIS!!

First kisses are always my favorite to write, so apologies that most of these are first kisses lol

answer under cut! one for each story where they already kissed (sorry, ‘no body no crime’ and ‘hold my crown (while i go down),’ you’ll get your moments!). Link to the stories in title

8. The Babysitter

mutual pining/high school crush au that was so fun to write!

“Hey, Lexa?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can you- what?” Lexa was taken aback. She had to make sure she heard that correctly.

“Can I kiss you?” Clarke asks again, calmly. “You don’t have to say yes,”

“I…” Lexa falters, at a loss for words. She couldn’t think straight, not with the way Clarke was looking at her with those eyes and that lip bite. God, Lexa wanted to bite it herself.

Clarke suddenly looks embarrassed, sitting up on the bed. “Um. Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. That was weird. Forget-“

“You can,” Lexa blurts out, Clarke’s mouth still open mid sentence. “Kiss me, I mean. If you still want to. Thank you for asking, by the way. Consent is always a good thing-“

“And you call me the dork,” Clarke grins as she pushes forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck and brings her in for a kiss.

7. More Than That

friends to lovers!! secret mutual pining!! ugh love it

“I love you,” she whispered quietly. She searched Lexa’s face for any reaction, to which she found none. She felt her heart crack. “I’m sorry. I ruined it. Please forget that I said anything. Better yet, forget that you’ve ever known me. Just throw your entire memory aw-“

Clarke shut up because Lexa decided to kiss her. It wasn’t like the ones when others were around, no. This one was slower, and softer. Lexa’s lips moved with a purpose, gently pressing against Clarke’s as if she was going to break her. She pulled away moments later, gazing into Clarke’s eyes.

“You just kissed me,” Clarke said blankley. “Why did you do that?

Lexa grinned, biting her lip. “Because I’ve loved you since we were thirteen, you dope”

6. The Lighthouse

the little mermaid first kiss to get your voice back. sucker for this

She decided to take the leap. Her head moved down swiftly, connecting her lips to Clarke’s.

Her body tingled with warmth, Clarke’s lips soft against her own. She felt hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Lexa’s brain felt like it was exploding. Clarke pulled back, before tilting her head and going back in. This felt right. Lexa’s gay brain turned into a pile of mush.

“Finally,”

Lexa agreed, smiling as she kissed Clarke again, and again, and again. It took a minute for her to register that that word was spoken out loud.

Lexa pulled back. Surely she imagined that, right? She looked at Clarke, whose lips were kiss-swollen and hair mussled. Clarke smiled at her widely and nodded, signalling that Lexa did not imagine that.

“Hi,” Clarke said, clear as a bell. Lexa’s mouth dropped open in pure shock. “I love you,”

5. you belong with me

my taylor swift au where Lexa professed her love to clarke on Jimmy Fallon so Clarke flies to new york to see her immediately after and they kiss in the rain

Clarke was overcome with emotion. Every one of Lexa’s songs were about her and her love for her. Clarke couldn’t help the huge smile that appeared on her face before she closed the distance between her and Lexa to meet the girl in a heated kiss. She kissed Lexa with all the passion she could muster, wanting to show the girl how much she meant to her and how touched she was from last night’s interview. Clarke swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance which she was soon granted, Lexa’s tongue shyly meeting hers. They kissed in the middle of the New York rainstorm, and to Clarke, it was perfect.

4. for the love of the gods

this one’s good cause lexa is supposed to be a celibate priestess and patron goddess clarke’s like NOT ON MY WATCH

Lexa felt a hand at the back of her neck and then the next thing she knew the stranger attached her lips to Lexa, surprising the priestess in more ways than one.

You need to stop this Lexa thought to herself, trying not to think of the softness and sweetness of the girl’s lips. You made a vow, this isn’t right

“You’re overthinking this,” the girl murmured against Lexa’s lips. “Stop. Just for once, don’t think,”

You didn’t have to tell Lexa twice.

She kissed back like it was her last time (because it might be) and she felt the girl grin, satisfied that Lexa decided to give in. The girl swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance that was soon granted by the brunette The girl’s hands threaded through Lexa’s hair, messing up the intricate braids that adored her hair, but Lexa didn’t care. She never knew kissing could feel this good.

3. So High School

I love this one cause Clarke thinks the kisses mean they’re best friends🤣 come on girl

“Well, Ontari is a second-year senior who probably takes steroids, and you’re just a scrawny sophomore,” Clarke smirks jokingly as she hooks her fingers in the collar of Lexa’s shirt. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll hit puberty someday,”

She leans forward to kiss Lexa, the brunette’s eyes fluttering closed when she feels Clarke’s lips meet hers. God, kissing Clarke had to be her favorite thing in the whole world.

“You’re your own harshest critic,” Clarke whispers as she pulls away, letting go of her hold on Lexa’s shirt collar and clasping the girl’s hands in her own. “Let me be your biggest cheerleader,”

2. secret recipe

first kiss for the helpless gay chef and idiot bisexual heiress

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Clarke continues when there’s a lack of response from Lexa. It doesn’t have to, but I want it to. I want it to mean everything.

“Clarke…” Lexa’s heart is pounding so hard she fears it may burst out of her chest. “Are you sure?”

More sure than anything.

“Yes,” Clarke answers instead, surging forward to connect their mouths in a soft kiss.

Clarke feels her heart exploding the moment their lips touched, and she melts into the kiss. Kissing Lexa felt different than kissing anyone else, but in the best way possible. It felt right. Like Clarke finally unlocked the secret to happiness, and it was kissing Lexa Woods.

1. royally screwed

as if anyone is surprised 😂 not their first kiss but the first one with ~feelings~

“It comes from a Norse myth,” Lexa tells her wife, her palms suddenly becoming sweaty. “You see, the son of Odin and Frigg, Baldur, started to have dreams of his death, so Frigg made all of the things on earth promise to not hurt her son. He was now said to be invincible, so the other gods took joy in throwing things at him.” Lexa was staring up at the mistletoe, avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “The mischief god, Loki, was jealous of how popular Baldur was, so he searched far and wide for something that could kill Baldur. He found out Frigg forgot a simple but deadly plant: mistletoe,”

“So he fashioned a spear with the mistletoe and convinced a blind god to throw it at Balder. Once the spear hit him, he died. Heartbroken, Frigg now made it a rule that mistletoe would be used for love, and that whenever someone encounters it they show an act of love; that’s why we kiss underneath it,” Lexa took this chance to look at Clarke, who was listening intently. Her bright blue eyes were staring at Lexa in wonder, causing the brunette to realize what her wife might think she implied.

“But um,” Lexa stumbled over her words. “That’s just a superstition. An old wives tale. It doesn’t mean we have to-“

“Lexa?” Clarke interrupted softly, a bemused look on her face. “Are you going to kiss me?”

Lexa felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes widened as she but her bottom lip nervously. “Am I allowed to?”

Clarke smirked as her eyes twinkled. “Come here,” she said, cupping Lexa’s face as she stepped closer and pressed her lips to her wife’s.

This kiss felt different.

It wasn’t at all like the two passionless ones they shared on their wedding day, it was soft. Innocent. A confirmation of the feelings that both of them had. Clarke felt her already flushed cheeks burn and her stomach swoop as Lexa’s plush lips moved lightly against hers, the feeling setting her on fire.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it should have been.

[butmakeitgayblog]

I need a one shot of the first time Clarke is alone with Sal. Do they just stare at each other? Play? Does Lexa come home to find them passed out cuddle up with empty plates lol

A summary will have to suffice because I have,,, way to many wips 😂

But it would be an experience.

Truthfully it'd be Clarke being a bit nervous but also jazzed but also very like "Lexa. He is... a dog. I'm not sure if you remember, but I raised an entire child. A human being. I think I got this. You can go, we'll be ok."

So Lexa would go. Affectionately bumping heads with the moose once in a reminder to behave himself, and kissing her girl twice on the lips in 'thank you' for holding down the fort while she runs into school for a last minute department meeting. Reminders that he won't need to eat until she's home getting tossed over her shoulder while she snatches up her keys, along with running through a checklist of toy locations, treat options, and walk times that Clarke already damn well knows.

Her last lingering kiss would be met with an eye roll and a slap on the ass to actually get herself out the door.

Sal's heavy sigh in her immediate absence would be followed by a pathetically needy sounding whine, which has Clarke just looking down into his big droopy eyes and nodding.

Cuz she gets it.

"I know, bud... 'Cept I usually make that sound when she walks into a room."

It's not surprising that her comedy is lost on the audience.

Other than that, it would be fine. Sal would know Clarke well by then, and while she is not mom, she is still very much friend shaped. So it's all good by him.

The half empty pack of hot dogs bought not-at-all as a doggie bribing tactic that Clarke keeps hidden in the back of Lexa's lunch meat drawer helps with those feelings as well.

So they'd waste the few hours going back and forth between playing catch and wiggly butting running in the back garden and watching bits and pieces of trashy television. Just a chill time between doggie and dogsitter.

Of course when Lexa comes home to a completely silent house, her first thought is,,, what the fuck happened? Because Sal always meets her at the door. Every day. Without fail. Even when she picks him up from the neighbors.

Except that day, he is nowhere to be seen.

But she keeps her cool because she trusts Clarke and there's no way something catastrophic happened in 3 hours. If there had been, Clarke absolutely would've called her. She knows this.

Which is why she's genuinely only curious as she wanders through the eerily silent house in search of her two favorite faces. Living room, empty. Hallways deserted. Kitchen, quiet as a mouse.

It's only when she loops back around from checking the backyard with the full intention of heading back out front to see if maybe they'd gone on a late afternoon walk, that she notices the display in her bedroom.

Specifically, a crashed out saint bernard taking up 3/4ths if her bed with a snoozing blonde squeezed cuddled in right behind him.

As in, if Clarke tried to roll over onto her back she'd 100% end up on the floor.

And just... What is Lexa even supposed to do with that. How is she supposed to handle that sight? How can she resist when her quiet call of, "Sal. Are you making moves on my girl, young man?" only earns her a lifted furry head and a snort of dismissal before it flops back down on her pillow.

The answer is obviously to toe her shoes off and hang her blazer on the handle, just to ease herself onto the roughly postage stamp sized bit of bed left available. The answer is obviously to gently brush the chaos of hair back from Clarke's face and press whisper soft kisses to her shoulder. To her neck. To the perfectly shaped shell of her ear, before nuzzling into the sleep warmed mess of blonde and drifting off as well.

[kpforpresident]

prompt idea - “I’m pretty sure that’s not what the directions said to do.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what the directions said to do.”

Lexa's eyebrows met perfectly in the middle, a thundercloud brewing above the crown of her head as she threw the Allen wrench down.

"Clarke, if you think it's that simple, then why am I the one that's been squatting on the floor for the past fourty-five minutes, trying to get this damn screw to thread?"

The ikea couch sat in front of her, taunting her, as it teetered, the second set of legs half- attached.

Clarke swung her legs from her perch on the kitchen counter, smoothing the 14 page direction set in her hands as she looked down at her grumpy partner.

The instructions crinkled as she brandished the paper in question, wordlessly shaking the graphic in her hand.

"Lex, it's not my fault you won't read the directions prior to starting the damn project. Also, I am the one who is growing an entire human, and you told me that would get me out of squatting on the floor, furniture duties for the next 15 years."

Lexa felt her lips quirk into a small smile as Clarke slipped off the counter, good naturedly propping her hands behind her back to stretch her spine, a pale flash of 6 month pregnancy belly showing momentarily under her cropped black top.

Lexa, as if pulled by magnets, found herself sidling up to her pregnant wife, threading her fingers through silky blonde hair, nosing her way towards a toasty warm neck, dappled with baby hairs.

"You're right my darling- I'm sorry. Let's get my girls their lunch and then I'll call Raven to put the damn thing together- she owes me after that prank last year."

"How was she meant to know that you were going to actually slip on that banana peel, Lex--"

"She owes me!"

The sound of Clarke's laughter floated through the open doorway as Lexa tugged her into the kitchen, dust motes swirling through the buttery light of the late morning.

[owl127]

What do you know about boxing? There’s something real sexy about the thought of Lexa training, fighting, and being mended by Clarke. Potential for a one-shot or perhaps a multi part fic?

Sweat, gloves, punching, some footwork? That covers a good part of my boxing knowledge, but yay for the creative license to ✨️bullshit ✨️

Maybe something like sweaty Lexa being constantly patched up by am exasperated Clarke...?

"I wonder if there will ever be a time we meet where I don't have to stitch you up," Clarke said with a dry chuckle that didn't land.

Lexa's bloody lips pulled in a half smirk nonetheless, and there was a sparkle in her eyes, even in the swelling shut one.

"Are you asking me out, Miss Griffin?" the fighter asked, not wincing as the needle threaded through scared, bruised skin. Clarke blushed, but focused on making sure Lexa would have an eyebrow to tell the tale of her latest victory.

"Seems rather inappropriate," Clarke said, leaning back to inspec her work. Fingers clad in black gloves tilted Lexa's chin here and there, and Clarke nodded in satisfaction.

"I can make it more inappropriate," Lexa said with a confidence she usually didn't show, and she winced at a failed attempt to wiggle her newly stitched eyebrow.

"You're concussed," Clarke argued, but she couldn't fight a smile.

"Your number, then," Lexa reasoned, and the bright LED light of the med room hidden in the underbelly of the arena was suddenly warmer. Clarke picked up her instruments and busied herself with the first aid kit.

"Ask me that when you're not bleeding all over my trousers," Clarke argued, finally looking at the starry-eyed victor of the night.

Someone called Lexa's name down the hallway, and their little bubble of intimacy and gauze popped. Lexa was once again a rising boxing star, and Clarke was the lucky EMT who got paid to touch her.

Before Lexa stood, she held Clarke's hand in calloused fingers, brushing a light kiss where the skin still smelled like fresh latex.

"Believe me," Lexa said, "I will."

OR, idk, enemy to lovers vibe???

Anya slapped Lexa in the face, the sharp sound echoing in the small green room.

"Tell me again what you are not going to do out there?" her coach yelled, and Lexa welcomed the stinging pain.

"I will not--"

"You will not make a fucking fool of yourself! Now get outta here!" Anya yelled in her annoying philly accent. She positioned herself behind Lexa, while Gustus and Niko took positions to her right and left, their towering forms elevating her emerald robe as she bounced down the corridor in the packed arena. She couldn’t discern a single word of the announcer as the camera crew traced her steps. By the time she made it to the ring, her robe had fallen off somewhere, and the tight braids around her head were free to the shouting fans and blinking flashlights.

Lexa was ready for this.

She was a champion, a warrior, a--

"Wanheda!"

She snapped her head to the opposite side of the ring where her opponent had just been announced. And there she was, in all her golden glory, with shorts tighter than Lexa's underwear and braids carefully following her scalp. Clarke Griffin, the Wanheda, the rising star who dared to challenge Lexa's reign. The girl with the easy smile and soft, soft whimpers when she orgasmed, as Lexa had found out less than 24 hours ago.

Lexa thought she was ready for this.

She was a fool.

[reallygroovyninja]

Naughty or Nice

The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights bathed the room in a warm, golden hue, casting shadows on the walls. Clarke sat sprawled on the couch, her arms draped lazily over the backrest, a smug grin tugging at her lips. She watched as Lexa methodically stacked the neatly wrapped gifts under the tree, her movements precise and deliberate. 

“You know,” Clarke drawled, her voice laced with mischief, “if you’re aiming for Santa’s good list, you’re going to have to work harder than that. He’s pretty strict about perfection.” 

Lexa turned slowly, fixing Clarke with a pointed look. Her green eyes sparkled with an intensity that made Clarke’s grin falter. “And what about you?” Lexa said, her tone light but dangerous. “Do you think you’ve earned a spot on the nice list this year?” 

Clarke leaned forward, her grin returning as she rested her elbows on her knees. “Nice? Me? I’m more of a… naughty list kind of girl. Someone’s gotta keep things interesting.” 

Lexa crossed her arms, tilting her head as if considering something. “Interesting,” she echoed, her lips quirking in a small smirk. “Is that what you call eating all the gingerbread cookies I made? Or leaving your clothes on the chair instead of putting them in the hamper?” 

Clarke chuckled, unrepentant. “Come on, babe. You love it when I keep you on your toes.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Lexa’s voice was softer now, but her smirk deepened. She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze locked on Clarke. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” 

Clarke’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “I know I am.” 

Lexa stopped just in front of Clarke, leaning down so their faces were only inches apart. Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “Well, someone’s been very naughty this year. And naughty alphas don’t just get away with it.” 

Clarke raised a brow, her breath catching slightly at the shift in Lexa’s tone. “Oh yeah? What happens to them?” 

Lexa’s hand shot out, gripping Clarke’s chin firmly but not harshly, tilting her head up. “They get taught a lesson,” she said, her voice low and commanding. 

A flicker of excitement danced in Clarke’s eyes as she licked her lips. “You gonna teach me, Lexa?” 

Lexa’s smirk turned wicked as she pushed Clarke back against the couch, climbing into her lap with a fluid grace that made Clarke’s heart race. “Oh, you can count on it,” Lexa purred, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear before trailing down to her neck. 

Clarke groaned, her hands instinctively gripping Lexa’s hips, but Lexa pulled back, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “You don’t get to touch unless I say so.” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her cocky grin slipping into something softer, more eager. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Lexa’s smile widened as she leaned in, her lips hovering just over Clarke’s. “Good. Because by the time I’m done, you’ll think twice about being naughty again.” 

Then she kissed her, slow and deep, making Clarke forget every playful retort she’d been about to make. Clarke melted into the kiss, her earlier bravado slipping away as Lexa took her time.  

Each movement of Lexa’s lips was deliberate, a slow dance that left Clarke breathless. When Lexa finally pulled back, her green eyes were sharp and filled with intent, leaving no doubt about who was in charge. 

Lexa slid her hands down Clarke’s chest, her nails lightly grazing the fabric of Clarke’s shirt, making the alpha shiver. “You like to push limits,” Lexa murmured, her voice almost a purr. “But tonight, Clarke, you’ll learn exactly where those limits are.” 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa shifted her weight, pressing her hips down just enough to tease. “And what if I like breaking the rules?” Clarke quipped, her voice rougher now, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. 

Lexa’s hand shot out, tangling in Clarke’s hair and pulling her head back gently but firmly. The action sent a jolt of heat through Clarke’s body, making her pulse quicken. “Then I’ll just have to break you of that habit,” Lexa said, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw, her words a soft warning. 

The alpha let out a shaky laugh. “You talk a big game, babe.” 

Lexa’s lips curved into a smirk as she leaned closer, her mouth grazing the shell of Clarke’s ear. “Oh, Clarke,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down Clarke’s spine. “You’ve only seen the beginning.” 

Lexa slid off Clarke’s lap with feline grace, standing tall and holding out her hand. Her commanding presence was magnetic, and Clarke felt compelled to take it, rising from the couch without hesitation. Lexa led her toward their bedroom, the anticipation thick in the air. 

Once inside, Lexa turned, her hands immediately going to the hem of Clarke’s shirt. “Arms up,” she ordered softly. 

Clarke obeyed without question, lifting her arms so Lexa could pull the shirt over her head. Lexa’s hands roamed across Clarke’s bare skin, her touch light but purposeful, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “You’re so used to being in control,” Lexa murmured, her fingers tracing the line of Clarke’s jaw. “But not tonight.” 

Clarke let out a soft groan, her knees feeling weak as Lexa’s lips found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “Whatever you say, Lex,” Clarke breathed, her voice thick with arousal. 

Lexa pulled back just enough to meet Clarke’s gaze, her eyes dark with promise. “Oh, you’re going to be saying a lot more than that before I’m done.” 

With that, Lexa pushed Clarke gently onto the bed, her movements precise and confident. Clarke sank into the mattress, her heart pounding as she watched Lexa move with the quiet authority. 

Lexa climbed onto the bed, straddling Clarke’s hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “Let’s start your lesson, shall we?” Lexa said, her voice low and teasing as she leaned down, capturing Clarke’s lips in another searing kiss. 

This time, there was no slow build. Lexa kissed her with intent, her body pressing down firmly against Clarke’s, leaving no room for escape—not that Clarke wanted one. 

Clarke tried to shift under Lexa, testing the grip on her wrists, but Lexa held her firmly in place. “Don’t even think about it,” Lexa murmured against Clarke’s lips, her tone a perfect blend of command and playfulness. “You’re not in charge tonight, remember?” 

Clarke’s pulse quickened, and she grinned up at Lexa, the corners of her mouth tugging upward despite her best efforts. “Maybe I just wanted to see how strong you really are.” 

Lexa narrowed her eyes, a playful spark dancing in their depths. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” With that, she shifted her weight, pinning Clarke’s wrists with one hand while her free hand roamed down Clarke’s body, her touch agonizingly slow. 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa’s fingers traced the curve of her collarbone, then slid lower, skimming over her chest. Lexa’s movements were deliberate, calculated, as if she were savoring the anticipation building between them. 

“You talk so much for someone who’s completely at my mercy,” Lexa teased, her voice soft but filled with authority. Her hand slipped further down, her nails grazing over Clarke’s stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

“I’m an alpha,” Clarke retorted, her voice slightly strained. “Talking is kind of our thing.” 

Lexa leaned in closer, her lips hovering just over Clarke’s. “Not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to listen.” She pressed her lips to Clarke’s in a kiss that was both commanding and intoxicating, her tongue sweeping against Clarke’s in a way that made the alpha groan softly. 

Clarke couldn’t help herself. She tugged lightly at her pinned wrists, her body instinctively wanting to take charge, but Lexa tightened her grip, her strength surprising. “I said don’t move,” Lexa whispered, her tone sharper this time. “Or this lesson is going to take a lot longer.” 

Clarke stilled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Lexa smiled, clearly pleased with the obedience. She let go of Clarke’s wrists, sitting back slightly as her hands moved to Clarke’s belt. With deliberate slowness, she unbuckled it, her eyes never leaving Clarke’s. The intensity of her gaze made Clarke feel completely exposed, even though she was still partially clothed. 

Lexa tugged the belt free, tossing it aside before leaning down again, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw. “You’re going to be good now, aren’t you?” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her voice coming out rough. “I’ll try.” 

Lexa chuckled softly, her breath warm against Clarke’s skin. “Oh, you’ll do more than try. Trust me.” 

Her hands moved lower, her touch igniting a fire everywhere she went. Clarke let out a low groan, her earlier confidence giving way to a need she could no longer suppress. Lexa’s control over her was intoxicating, and she realized she didn’t want it any other way. 

Lexa leaned back, her smirk returning as she studied Clarke beneath her. “Good. Now, let’s see if you’ve really learned your lesson.” 

Clarke’s breath caught as Lexa’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, her fingertips teasing against the waistband of Clarke’s jeans. The intensity in Lexa’s gaze pinned her in place as effectively as any physical restraint. Clarke could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her body thrumming with anticipation. 

“Lexa,” Clarke murmured, her voice rough and barely audible. 

Lexa tilted her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “What was that?” she asked, her tone deceptively sweet. “Did you want something, Clarke?” 

Clarke’s jaw tightened, her natural instinct to take control fighting against the magnetic dominance Lexa was exuding. “You know what I want,” she said, her voice low and strained. 

Lexa chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Oh, no, darling. That’s not how this works.” She leaned down, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear as she whispered, “If you want something, you’re going to have to ask nicely.” 

Clarke let out a quiet growl of frustration, her hands gripping the pillow beneath her head. “Lexa…” 

Lexa pulled back slightly, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Still not hearing any magic words,” she teased, her hands now undoing the button of Clarke’s jeans with agonizing precision. 

Clarke’s head fell back against the pillow as she let out a ragged sigh. “Please,” she finally ground out, her voice soft but full of need. 

Lexa’s hands moved to the waistband of Clarke’s jeans, her touch light but deliberate. Her eyes flicked up to meet Clarke’s, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’ve been so confident all evening,” she murmured, her voice teasing. “Let’s see if that confidence holds up.” 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa slowly began to pull the denim down. The movement was agonizingly slow, each inch revealed sending a wave of heat through Clarke’s body. As the jeans slid past her hips, Clarke’s cock sprang free, fully erect, the tip glistening slightly with anticipation. 

Lexa paused, her eyes widening slightly before her smirk deepened. “Well, someone’s eager,” she quipped, her voice laced with amusement. “Is this what happens every time you get put in your place, Clarke?” 

Clarke groaned softly, her head tipping back against the bed. “Lexa,” she managed, her voice rough and strained. 

“Hmm,” Lexa hummed, clearly enjoying herself as she leaned closer. One finger extended, tracing the seam along the underside of Clarke’s cock from base to tip. The touch was featherlight, but it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Clarke’s body. 

Clarke let out a low, guttural groan, her hips twitching slightly at the sensation. “God, Lexa…” 

Lexa chuckled softly, her finger continuing its slow journey up and down, teasing along the sensitive ridge. “What’s the matter, Clarke? You seemed so confident a minute ago. Cat got your tongue?” 

Clarke’s only response was another groan, her fingers gripping the pillow beneath her as Lexa’s touch pushed her closer to the edge of composure. 

Lexa tilted her head, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she applied just a bit more pressure, her finger trailing back down to the base. “I’m barely touching you, and you’re already falling apart,” she said softly, her tone equal parts teasing and admiring. “I thought alphas were supposed to be in control.” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her breathing uneven as she opened her eyes to meet Lexa’s gaze. “Not when it’s you,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. 

Lexa’s smirk softened into something almost affectionate as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Clarke’s. “Good,” she whispered against Clarke’s mouth. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” 

With that, she pulled back slightly, her finger continuing its slow exploration as she watched Clarke with a mix of amusement and desire, taking her time to savor every reaction. Clarke could do nothing but groan, her body taut with need as Lexa worked her magic. 

Lexa’s teasing smirk didn’t waver as she let her hand wrap around Clarke’s cock, her fingers curling just enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from the alpha. “So hard,” Lexa murmured, almost to herself, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head and spreading the small bead of precum that had gathered there. “It’s like you’re begging for attention without even saying a word.” 

Clarke groaned, her hips bucking slightly, but Lexa’s other hand pressed firmly against her thigh, keeping her grounded. “Lexa,” Clarke rasped, her voice heavy with need. “Please…” 

“Patience, Clarke,” Lexa said, her voice soft but commanding. Her hand began to move, her strokes slow and deliberate, her grip firm but not too tight. Each motion sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Clarke, but the pace wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. 

Clarke’s fingers clenched the pillow beneath her, her body taut as Lexa continued her torturous rhythm. The slow build was maddening, every stroke drawing her closer before Lexa eased back just enough to keep her teetering on the brink. 

“Lexa, please,” Clarke begged, her voice breaking slightly as she lifted her hips in a futile attempt to chase the release she craved. 

Lexa’s hand stilled at the base of Clarke’s cock, her eyes glinting with amusement as she looked up at her. “Please, what?” she asked, her tone light and teasing. “What exactly do you want, Clarke?” 

“You know what I want,” Clarke groaned, her head tipping back against the pillow. 

Lexa leaned in, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear as her hand began to move again, achingly slow. “I want to hear you say it,” she whispered, her breath warm against Clarke’s skin. 

Clarke’s jaw clenched as she fought to find the words. “I want to come,” she finally managed, her voice low and strained. “Please, Lexa… let me come.” 

Lexa smiled, her strokes speeding up just enough to make Clarke’s body tense in anticipation. But then, just as Clarke felt herself teetering on the edge, Lexa slowed her movements again, pulling her back from the brink. 

“Not yet,” Lexa murmured, her tone soft but firm. “You don’t get to come until I say so.” 

Clarke let out a frustrated groan, her hips twitching against Lexa’s hold. “You’re killing me here,” she said, her voice a mix of desperation and admiration. 

Lexa chuckled softly, her hand continuing its slow, methodical movements. “Oh, Clarke,” she said with a smirk, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw. “This is nothing. I’m just getting started.” 

Clarke’s only response was another groan, her body trembling under Lexa’s touch as she resigned herself to Lexa’s control, the anticipation building with every teasing stroke. 

Clarke’s body was trembling, every nerve on edge as Lexa’s hand worked her cock with slow, torturous precision. Time and again, Lexa brought her to the brink, her hand tightening, her strokes quickening, only to slow down at the last possible moment, leaving Clarke gasping and moaning in frustration. 

“Lexa, please,” Clarke groaned, her voice ragged as she bucked her hips in desperation. “You can’t keep doing this to me.” 

Lexa’s lips curled into a smug smile as she leaned over Clarke, her green eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Oh, I can,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful authority. “And I will… until you tell me exactly what you want.” 

“I’ve told you,” Clarke growled, her hands clutching at the pillow, her knuckles white with tension. “I want to come.” 

Lexa’s hand stilled, her fingers wrapped loosely around Clarke’s cock as she cocked her head, feigning innocence. “Is that all?” she asked, her tone almost sweet. 

Clarke groaned again, her frustration mounting as Lexa refused to give her what she so desperately needed. “Yes, that’s all!” she snapped, her usual composure crumbling under the relentless teasing. 

Lexa’s smile widened, her hand beginning to move again, her strokes maddeningly slow. “I don’t think that’s what you really want,” she said softly, her voice teasing. “Why don’t you try again, Clarke? Tell me exactly what you need me to do.” 

Clarke let out a guttural noise of frustration, her hips lifting futilely against Lexa’s restraint. Her chest heaved as she stared up at her wife, her face flushed, her blue eyes dark with desire. “I need you to let me come,” she ground out, her voice almost a growl. 

Lexa raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with Clarke’s attempt. “That’s not good enough,” she said, her hand coming to a complete stop, making Clarke groan in despair. “Try again, alpha. Beg for it.” 

Clarke’s pride warred with her need for relief, her jaw clenching as she fought to maintain some semblance of control. But the relentless teasing had worn her down, and in a fit of desperation, she finally gave in. 

“Please, Lexa,” Clarke pleaded, her voice breaking as she looked up at her wife with wide, desperate eyes. “I’m begging you. Please let me come. I need it—I need you.” 

Lexa’s smirk softened, her eyes flickering with something almost tender. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she murmured before leaning down to press a kiss to Clarke’s lips. 

As her hand resumed its movement, her strokes firmer and more purposeful now, Lexa whispered against Clarke’s mouth, “Good girl. Now let me give you what you’ve been begging for.” 

Clarke let out a strangled moan as Lexa’s hand worked her cock with expert precision, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. This time, Lexa didn’t stop, didn’t ease back, her pace quickening as Clarke’s moans grew louder, her hips thrusting helplessly into Lexa’s hand. 

“Come for me, Clarke,” Lexa whispered, her voice low and commanding. “Let go.” 

With a final cry, Clarke’s body tensed, and she spilled over Lexa’s hand, her release shuddering through her in waves. Her head fell back against the bed, her chest heaving as she rode out the aftershocks, Lexa’s hand gently stroking her through it until she was utterly spent. 

Lexa leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke’s forehead. “See?” she murmured, her voice full of affection. “All you had to do was ask.” 

Clarke let out a breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering open to meet Lexa’s. “You’re impossible.” 

Lexa smiled, settling beside her and running a hand through Clarke’s sweat-dampened hair. “And you love it,” she said, her tone light but full of certainty. 

Clarke chuckled, pulling Lexa close. “Yeah, I really do.” 

[fratboykate]

I think your writing is magical and heartbreaking and I know that it’s actually not real so I don’t have to be too in my feelings about it… but I actually hate BGAU Kate. And I found myself rooting for Yelena to stay with Jemma in that last update. I was like girl noooooo please don’t do it even though I fully knew the whole time they would get back together. I hope that isn’t offensive. I just like see BGKate as this fully-formed non Kate Bishop entity because she is so fleshed out by your immersive writing. And I think she is an aspect of Kate’s personality that I don’t really hone in on in other fics or canon stuff. And she is an entity that I cannot stand and who is a villain to me. But it’s still very messy and fun to read so thank you for writing it!

not offensive!!! "i see kate as this fully formed non kb entity" is unintentionally the best compliment you could've given me lol.

ive said it for the entire like...fifteen years ive been writing on here (and i coincidentally touched on it earlier with the ask about victorian au) but i don't think any of what i post on here ACTUALLY has any connection to canon. or those characters. at all. it's just a way into stories i want to tell. characters i want to explore because...would you read these same stories if it were just two random bitches called idk...marney and vanessa??? lol. using "kate" and "yelena" just eases people into a new world. and it gives me the added bonus of having images to reference.

i don't see any of these aus as LEGIT kate and yelena in any way. it's just the names i happen to type. but the names i choose to use could just as easily be "clarke and lexa" or like..."clara and eleven" or any of the other ships i love. yelena isn't a brilliant scientist. kate isn't a public defender or a single mom or a himbo. all the period aus are just me getting to write that period show i never sold in a fun low stakes way. i just write what i know will never sell as a show or movie to get it out of my system and make it accessible to a certain group of people by slapping on names they recognize and faces they can see.

another good example: in what real mcu scenario would canon yelena and that girl i chose to name her girlfriend after date? never. she just looks like dollar store kate. petite. pale. brunette. the name/face just helped you easily get to what i needed you to picture in your head/understand without me having to write ten pages of prose lol. does that make sense? lol

PLEASEEEE divorce any of them from canon. please don't feel bad that you don't see canon characters in these. you're not truly meant to :)

[dysco-lymonade]

"…to distract" for ankle monitor au ✨

This got dirtier than I intended.

Lexa wandered into the corner store later than usual, and it happened to be just a few minutes before Clarke was getting off work. After Clarke had declined Lexa’s invitation to the Polis U Law Department fundraiser, the blonde had been making an effort to try to get closer to Lexa. 

“I want to take you out.” Clarke had said to Lexa as she walked into Sky Mart.

“I would love that, Clarke. But you and I both know that can’t happen.” Lexa replied dejectedly. 

“You lack imagination, Lex.” Clarke raised an eyebrow. Lexa knew she was in trouble. “Just trust me. What are you doing tonight?”

“It’s midnight, I’m going home.” Lexa laughed, “There’s nowhere else to go.”

“Oh, but there is, counselor.” And there’s that wink again. “I’m about to clock out. Come with me?”

Who is Lexa to deny this girl? Even if it ends up in a run-in with the law, due to the tracker securely attached to Clarke’s ankle. 

-

And so Lexa finds herself inside of Clarke’s apartment. It’s not the first time she’s been here. But it looks vastly different. The living room is spotless, as is the kitchen. 

“I was thinking maybe I could draw you. Show you that I’m more than just a vandal.” Clarke jokes, “If that's something you’d be into?”

Lexa pauses in the living room. 

“Draw me?”

“Yes. I’ve been trying, at work, in my down-time. But I can’t seem to get your jaw right.” Clarke takes a gentle grasp of Lexa’s chin. Turning it just slightly to the left, “Your bone structure is immaculate, and when you smile, your eyes crinkle just a bit. It drives me crazy.”

Lexa feels the flush coming up her neck.

“And you’re just so beautiful when you blush.” The artist smirks, seeing the effect she has on Lexa.

“Oh- okay. Yes.” Lexa looks around the room. “Here?”

“Maybe. Let’s have a drink first. I promised to take you out.”

Lexa eye’s the blonde, confused. She watches Clarke wander over to the kitchen, hears her pouring something into glasses. She reappears with two rocks glasses half-filled with amber liquid on ice. “You strike me as a whiskey kind of girl.” 

She’s right.

Clarke wanders over to the living room stereo. She plugs her phone into the aux cord. Lexa hears a familiar riff. “Dance with me first? We are out, afterall.”

Clarke offers her hand and Lexa takes it willingly.

They sway together to the music, drinks in one hand, and their other hands holding the other’s hips. 

Clarke moves closer to Lexa, pressing their thighs together. “We’re on a dance floor, at Grounders.” Clarke says, eyes closing, Lexa closes hers too. “There are a few others out here with us, but I can only see you.” Their eyes remain closed. “I’ve been watching you all night. You were with some classmates, maybe close friends, but you haven’t looked up from your textbook. I knew I had to drag you away. I had to help you loosen up.” Lexa feels Clarke squeezing her hip, pulling her just a little bit closer.

Clarke rests her chin on Lexa’s shoulder as the song changes to something a little more upbeat. “What are you doing out here, when I know you would rather be at home?”

Lexa plays along, opening her eyes and seeing that the lights in Clarke’s living room seem to have dimmed. “I was supposed to meet someone here, but she couldn’t make it.”

“Too bad for her.” Clarke hums into Lexa’s ear. Lexa feels herself loosening up, possibly from the whiskey, more likely from Clarke’s presence.

“Good thing for you.” Lexa angles her head just a bit towards Clarke’s. The blonde takes this as her go-ahead, and takes Lexa’s lips between hers, just barely.

It can hardly be called a kiss. Lexa feels the barely there touch of Clarke’s tongue as the blonde begins to speak, “Absolutely. But I still really want to draw you.” She pulls back slightly, looking into Lexa’s eyes. “Can I? Please? You drive me crazy. I need to get you down on paper.”

Lexa feels herself melting from the inside out. She’s not used to this kind of attention. But she likes it. Oh, she likes it.

“Where do you want me?”

Clarke smirks, “Everywhere,” She murmurs against Lexa’s pulse point. “But first, in the kitchen.” The burn rages within Lexa’s stomach. “Can you just sit on a bar stool for me?” Clarke trails her hand up Lexa’s side, slowly, all the way to her neck. “I want to draw you like I imagined, reading amongst a crowd of people, in your own element. I feel like that's how we could have met, if things weren’t the way they are.” She looks down at her foot, nudging it against Lexa’s.

-

Lexa finds herself sprawled on Clarke’s couch, she’s unsure exactly how she got to this state of undress, but it’s a rush.

She lost her top somewhere in the kitchen.

Her jeans are unbuttoned, and slightly pushed down, just enough to expose the top of her underwear. She really wished she knew she’d be in this position when she left her apartment this morning. But the plain gray cotton briefs would just have to do.

She also wishes she had taken Clarke up on her offer of a second drink. Her shoulders are tense, she knows this. Clarke knows it too, if her soft smile of encouragement is any inclination.

“You don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable. Seriously.” Clarke sets her pencil down onto the sketch pad resting in her lap.

“No, no. I’m fine. I just- I guess I don’t know what to do with my hands.” She laughs awkwardly, holding her hands up in defeat.

With a light chuckle, Clarke stands up and walks- nope, definitely saunters over to Lexa on the couch.

She kneels down beside her, pulls Lexa’s hair around one shoulder, and takes both of her hands into her own.

“Just do whatever is comfortable. This can take as long, or be as quick, as you want.” The words are loaded. Clarke pulls Lexa’s hands down and rests them gently onto her own waist.

“This is comfortable.” It’s so quiet, Lexa is certain Clarke could barely hear her.

“Good girl.” It’s meant to be a subtle joke. There’s no authority behind the words. But Lexa sees Clarke’s pupils dilate as her grip tightens on the blonde’s waist. “I’ve got you.” 

Clarke leans down and takes Lexa’s top lip between her own. It’s meant to be a gentle assurance. A way to distract Lexa from feeling so vulnerable laying splayed out under Clarke’s gaze. But as Lexa takes Clarke’s bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, well, their new plans for the evening definitely don’t include a sketchbook. 

-

They kiss lazily. There’s no rush. They have all night. And they make use of it.

“Seems like you know exactly what to do with your hands.” Clarke murmurs against Lexa’s neck, where there’s sure to be a nice reminder of their night together in the morning. Lexa’s grip on Clarke’s ass softens, an apology on her lips. “S’good.” Clarke reaches back and presses Lexa’s hands back down, and proceeds to grind down harder into Lexa as she trails kisses down her collar bone.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t get enough of you.” Her kisses trail down to the swell of Lexa’s breast, just above the cup of her bra. Clarke’s hands glide up Lexa’s sides with ease, “This okay?” She glances at Lexa and if her slack jawed panting isn’t answer enough, she nods a few enthusiastic jerks of her head. Her hands continue their journey, Fingers wrapping around the sides of Lexa’s chest, and thumbs just barely slipping beneath her bra, grazing her nipples slightly. The hitch of Lexa’s breath and the quiet whimper as she pushes up into Clarke’s hands is the greenlight.

Arching her back higher off the couch, Clarke’s hands make their way around Lexa’s back. Holding eye contact, Clarke sees no sign of hesitancy, and undoes the clasp. Before she removes Lexa’s bra completely, she evens the playing field, sitting up quickly and pulling her own shirt over her head in a way that has no business being as attractive as Lexa finds it. Clarke’s bra follows as Lexa slides hers down her shoulders. 

As Clarke presses their chests together Lexa can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. “Shit, Clarke.”

“You feel incredible, Lex.” Clarke kisses her. It tastes like a promise.

“I want you.” Lexa all but begs as she lifts her hips up to press into Clarke’s, leaving no room for debate. “Please.”

“You have me.” Clarke assures, and makes her way down Lexa’s stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses in her wake. Lexa threads her fingers through Clarke’s hair, pushing it out of her face. Clarke’s eyes are electric. It spurs Lexa on even more. “What do you like?”

“God. Anything. Everything.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Clarke slides Lexa’s jeans off, dragging her panties down with them. Lexa helps her kick them off. They land in a heap on the floor as Clarke drags her lips from Lexa’s knee to her mid thigh, where her hands join in. 

Stop? Yeah, right. Lexa’s in way too deep and she feels like putty beneath Clarke.

Clarke drags one finger along Lexa’s folds, feeling and seeing the effect she’s already had on her. “All of this for me?” She shoots Lexa a cocky smirk, paired with her signature raised eyebrow as she leans down for a taste. 

Lexa both loves and hates what that does to her. She doesn’t know the last time she’s felt so wanted. She knows Clarke can feel how much it turns her on.

Clarke doesn’t ease in. She takes Lexa into her mouth with a filthy, opened mouthed kiss. Lexa can’t hear Clarke’s moan over the sound of her own, but she feels it reverberating through her whole body.

It’s all-consuming, feeling Clarke’s mouth devouring her with a skill Lexa didn’t know existed. She feels the blonde pressing her tongue just barely inside, before she feels the pressure of her fingers instead. She didn’t realize her head had been thrown back so far, until she had to readjust to look down at Clarke when she didn't feel her pressing further inside. “Yes. Fuck. Please.” She whines out, not able to take a single second more of not being filled by Clarke.

Starting with just one finger, Clarke quickly realizes Lexa needs another. She adds a second, and with one final suck to Lexa’s clit, makes her way back up to be face to face with Lexa. “You taste so good. So fucking good.” Clarke exhales heavily before allowing Lexa to taste herself on her lips. It’s dirty, and everything Lexa needs as Clarke slowly pumps her fingers. 

Lexa finds herself thanking every God she can think of that Clarke’s roommate isn’t home. She has no control over the filthy sounds coming from deep within her lungs. 

Feeling Lexa clenching around her fingers, asking for more, Clarke prepares to add another finger, pulling back from the kiss for assurance. 

“Need you. Need more.” Is about as coherent of a sentence Lexa can provide.

Clarke is not one to deny. She slowly pulls her fingers back, curling them as she goes. Before she completely removes them, Clarke adds a third finger as she pushes back in. She can feel that it’ll be Lexa’s limit. “God you’re so tight, feel so good wrapped around my fingers.” She feels Lexa’s walls pulsing at her words.

“You’re taking me so well. That’s it.” Lexa is close. She doesn’t want it to end yet. Clarke isn’t letting up though.

“Clarke. Shit. I’m close.” Her leg all but wraps around Clarke’s back. She feels like she’s going to crawl out of her own skin in the best way.

“I know. I’ve got you.” Clarke presses her thumb to Lexa’s clit, making quick work of bringing her closer to the edge. “Come, Lexa. I can feel you, you’re so close. That’s it.” Her leg tightens fully around Clarke. “Good girl.”

And with that, Lexa is a goner.

[talktomeinclexa]

The Marriage Pact

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

Status: WIP

Summary: Two childhood best friends swear to marry each other if they are still single by thirty-four. As the years pass and no one else seems good enough, the deadline approaches. Will they go through with it? Can one marry their best friend and truly be happy?

***

Chapter 5: Friends Get Married

“Are you ready, Lex? I told Mom and Dad we would be there by six. We should leave soon if we want to beat the traffic.”

Lexa sat on her bed, lost in thoughts as her fingers clenched around a small velvet box she had been holding on to for days.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Clarke asked as she entered her room.

Lexa blinked a few times before turning her attention toward the door and the woman leaning against its frame. She couldn’t believe that twenty-four hours later, they would be married. After twenty-seven years of uninterrupted friendship and six months of cohabiting, she would soon call Clarke her wife.

“Are you okay, babe?”

“Yes,” Lexa replied before the worry in Clarke’s voice turned into a deep furrow between her brows.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stood up and crossed the room under Clarke’s intrigued gaze. “I have something for you,” she explained in a voice softened by emotion. “Since we don’t have engagement rings…”

Drawing courage in the softness of Clarke’s eyes, she opened the box without shaking. Inside sat a white gold band ornamented with a sapphire the same deep blue as Clarke’s eyes in the evening sunlight. Simple and tasteful, like the woman it seemed to have been made for.

Clarke’s breath caught at the sight, and she reflexively covered her mouth with her hand. “Lex… It’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”

With a hand she hoped wasn’t clammy, Lexa took the ring and placed it on Clarke’s finger.

“Thanks,” Clarke whispered against Lexa’s lips before placing a sweet kiss on them that had both of them smile.

They had gotten more used to the gesture since moving in together, and although they remained a far cry from the heavy make-out of their teenage years, it didn’t feel weird anymore.

“You’re very welcome. It was Mom’s. She gave it to me for you when the time seemed right. And since it’s the last time we’ll be alone before the wedding, I thought…”

“Now I feel like I owe Dany a kiss,” Clarke said cheekily, and both chuckled at the thought. “Hey,” she added more softly. “Thank you. I’m one lucky girl.”

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[lexa-griffins]

Thinking about dom Clarke giving Lexa orders in trig for the first time and how Lexa would react to be ordered in bed in the same language she commands her armies in

[thatiranianphantom]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thank you so much, Winter, this is so kind 💜

I am, sadly, my own worst critic, so it's hard to pick and yet I have surpassed the limit of 5 with some I actually like!

Hold Me Till It Sleeps (Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton/Eliza Hamilton)

It starts with a bottle of cough syrup, and the flatline of a heart monitor

(angsty hamilton fic, but I recently reread it and it kinda holds up!)

when the earth met the sky (the 100, clarke/lexa)

She closes her eyes.

Lexa would have wanted that dignity.

She closes her eyes and then she leaves.

Post Thirteen, Clarke burns with hate and remembers Lexa.

(I don't think I'll ever do better than this one. It is by far the darkest thing I've ever written, and honestly still my fave, even after I moved on from the Clexa fandom)

regret takes hold (we grow old) (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)

It's been seven years, and they're as good as strangers. But when family calls, Betty, Jughead, Archie and Veronica answer. As they come back to Riverdale, they find themselves tied up in a new mystery, much more personal than it seems. The investigation will take all four of them on a journey, and old feelings rise to the surface.

Could they even find their way back into each other's arms, or is it too late?

(A monumentous achievement: I finished a multichapter plot fic!)

until then (listen for her song) (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)

His breath comes in fast pants that have nothing to do with the chill in the air. He doesn’t understand it, but he does not allow himself to think of anything but when he will see her next.

Soon. Soon, he’ll hear her laugh. God, he loves her laugh.

After an accident, Jughead learns to survive.

(again, the darkest things I write are my faves. This one I loved, and I still love)

i'm right up the road (i'll share your load)

Betty and Veronica meet when they are fifteen and have kissed within three days of meeting.

It’s such a radical departure from the pastel monotony of Betty’s days that she begins to mark her life into pre and post-Veronica.

(This was one of my non-romantic faves. It's a friendship love story, and I highly prefer it to the bullshit that is currently Beronica on screen.)

she is gone (but she used to be mine) (Wynonna Earp, Wynonna Earp/Doc Holliday)

Alice Michelle Earp is born on August 25th, 2017.

Her daughter is born in August, delivered by her sister, on a pool table at Shorty’s.

(You will notice a theme that Mom!Wynonna is my weakness and I needed this.)

life after life, age after age (forever) (The 100, Elyza Lex/Alysha Clark)

It would figure.

You think you should have expected it.

Not only was she right about reincarnation, you just happen to be reincarnated into another fucking apocalypse.

(I barely remember writing this one, but it apparently did very well? I think it's still one of my top ones for kudos and bookmarks)

a soft epilogue (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)

This is how the story goes.

Don’t pretend you didn’t know it was a story. It’s been a story since the beginning. Since their town, once wholesome and pure, woke up to the murder of Jason Blossom. Before then, even. It was a story, and this is the boy and the girl’s story. Betty and Jughead.

Two people. Children, teens, adults, against the world. They’re strangers, once. Then he breathes an “also,” and she weaves her fingers into his and their lives are never the same.

(This was a different style of writing, kind of an omniscient narrator, but I really liked it. We all needed some fluff.)

no one else is singing my song (Riverdale, Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones)

Betty loves Jughead. Betty hurt Jughead. But Betty swears she won't drag him down with this. He's going to do great things, and if she has to sit in the back of the metaphorical theatre to watch, and hold her tongue, she will.

(Multichapter but with less plot. First appearance of Georgina. The real Georgina, btw, is now 14. She is sweet, kind and smart. She is my desktop background and I miss her every day.)

the lion and the unicorn (NCIS:LA, Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks)

The lion beat the unicorn all around town...

(If you write what is essentially the same story for multiple fandoms, it's still not plaigarism, right?)

[butmakeitgayblog]

In Starlet AU, you mentioned they break up and get back together a few times before finally deciding to be together. What is that moment that finally clicks for them to decide this is it, through hell or high water we’re in this together? Do they see other people in between?

Yeah they break up several times during the beginning part of their relationship for one reason or another, though mostly it's out of fear. Fear of being found out, fear of committing to this thing that feels so fucking big in the universe, when just last year they'd both been telling themselves they'd never jeopardize their careers for anything.

Fear of ruining the most deeply intimate and profound friendship either had ever had.

There were so many moving parts to their lives and always felt like one wrong breath out of place would ruin everything. So inevitably, one or the other would get skittish and bolt because that was what they were used to doing.

In that time tho, they never stopped talking. Even at their worst, they never went a day without reaching out. Even when all they could manage was nothing more than a "good morning" and and answered "good night". Even when it hurt, even when they were so fucking mad they just wanted to punch something, even when they were heartbroken to the point they'd just sit in silence on the phone and cry. They still were each other's person who they reached out to.

But even during that mutual pining mess of a situation, they both tried to move on, yes. Clarke does go so far as to casually date someone for a few weeks - and does sleep with them, but regrets it (and continues to for the rest of her life despite knowing that, technically, at that time she didn't owe Lexa anything) because she did it for all the wrong reasons. Lexa being a lesbian and closeted doesn't afford her the same luxury of being so bold in her attempts to unattach, but she does somewhat drift back toward an old fling that she knows won't mean anything, nor will it raise any questions publicly.

But... she knows Clarke knows what it means when they're seen together. She knows Clarke remembers their confessions of how they used to handle the loneliness.

Is it petty?

Maybe.

Is it genuinely Lexa searching for solace in her pain?

Absolutely.

Is it also what inevitably leads Clarke to calling Lexa at 3 o'clock in the morning and confessing that she can't do this? That she can't do this weird fucking thing where they're pretending to be just friends again. Because they're not just friends and they never have been, because she's been at least half in love with Lexa since that afternoon in the casting office's waiting room. Because she's been completely in love with her for well over a year now, pretty much since the second Lexa let her stand barefoot on her feet just to dance to some stupid song from her childhood while she clung to her and cried.

And to admit that she fucked up. She'd fucked up because she'd tried to move on like they'd agreed. That she'd kissed him, and she'd slept with him, and now she just feels sick all of the time. Every second. And she knows that Lexa already knows it, already saw them, but she just needed to say it herself, because it's not cheating but goddamnit it still feels like it. And that she understands whatever Lexa's done to console herself through this too because she knows, she knows, she knows how hard this has been. But honestly, no matter what Lexa and that fucking waste of a girl have done, she doesn't want Lexa to ever tell her about it. Because she'll get angry. And she'll want to be mean. And she'll be so jealous she knows she couldn't breath. So she'd rather just skip that part if they please possibly could, because she'd really really really rather just be in love with Lexa instead.

That call lasts until sunrise while Clarke bags up the majority of her clothes and important possessions, because it's the last sunrise they have ever share where Clarke doesn't own a designated side of Lexa's bed 👀

[onceuponaswanqueen]

Best fics I read in January

This is a little late, but here is a rec list of all the best fics I read in January in order of reading. There are 13 in total.

room 615 (clarke/lexa, the 100) by steadywomp

Clarke Griffin is not nearly as enthusiastic as her friends to start the new semester. Maybe, it's because she's a transfer, new school already tainted by the bad experiences of the last one. Maybe it's because her mom hasn't called, or because her ex won't stop calling. No matter what it is, it's all made worse when she finds out that her room is directly across from the RA. An RA who she can't stop thinking about.

i am always amazed when i find clexa fic i haven't read or even had on my radar. this was just so incredibly good. the vibes are perfect. the characters are perfect. the story is good. all around incredible.

once more (from the top) (oliver/felicity, arrow) by writewithurheart

In the aftermath of his fight with Ras Al Ghul, Oliver finds himself somewhere unexpected: his hospital room when he first came back from the Island. With a second chance to right the mistakes he’s made since coming back to Starling City, what will Oliver do to save the people he’s loved and lost? Will he be able to change his past or will be he forced to watch history repeat itself?

I LOVE TIME TRAVEL FIX ITS. And this is no exception. It's really good. As a great twist near the end. And this is just brilliant.

give up trying to save us (charlie & tori, charlie/nick, heartstopper/solitaire) by maycollins

"There’s this moment in the car when everyone goes quiet, like it’s barely sunrise, but the day���s already been too long, and we just don’t have the energy to say anything else. I can’t stop looking back at Victoria in the rearview mirror, squished in the middle seat of Nick’s little Fiat. I remind myself. She is here. She is alright."   Starting from the end of Solitaire, an exploration of Charlie and Tori's relationship and a journey to healing.

this is such a good depiction of mental illness and how healing isn't linear. it's just fucking beautiful and worth the read.

there is a place i call my home (nate/jenny, gossip girl, a series) by lizwas

au from 5x21 onward, but takes place years in the future. Jenny comes from London to spend a summer in the Hamptons, and reconnects with her old friend Nate.

i'm always going to be weak for jenny & nate and this series is just perfect. it makes so much sense. both for jenny and for nate. and it's just beautiful. full circle. perfect. bonus for background dair and no chuck what so ever.

listen closely and the stars will sing (lena/kara, supergirl) by celaenos

Lena casts her mind around for the last time she felt this unmoored, this off-balance, by a woman, and can't come up with anything. Kara Danvers is unlike anybody that Lena has ever met; the sweetest, bubbliest person Lena’s yet to come across, and simultaneously one of the saddest, who is probably lying to everyone that she meets. It’s an impossible contradiction to wrap your head around, and Lena should probably stop hiding in this bathroom and trying. (Or, Kara and Lena get parent-trapped into a relationship by a goofy little alien.)

so i haven't met a celaenos fic i don't love but this one takes the cake. it's the ultimate s2 au fic, and honestly myka is so fucking adorable.

to hold moonlight in your hand (dany/sansa, game of thrones) by eggandcheese

“Surely you didn’t expect to come all this way for just a kiss,” Sansa dared to propose. Dany’s brow quirked and her lips parted in a tentative smile. “I am not foolish enough to ever expect anything from you, Lady Sansa,” Dany averred. She shifted forward, holding her gaze and toying with the coppery ends of Sansa’s hair. She grazed her knuckles along Sansa’s chin, uttering softly, “But I certainly hoped for more.” -- The quiet moments history will never know of Sansa and Daenerys finding love in each other, had she gone to Dragonstone in Jon's stead. Mixes book and show canon, up to Jon leaving for Dragonstone after which I attempt to fix everything.

just read it. honestly. you won't regret it. happy endings all around. the dany on the throne we deserved.

the third option (peter-centric, tony & peter, mcu) by uncertainly_principle

Homecoming AU. Ben and May divorced before Peter’s parents died, so when Ben is murdered Peter goes into foster care. It takes just a tiny taste of superpowers for Peter to decide he doesn’t want to put up with his horrible foster father anymore—the streets are infinitely more appealing. All he wants is to be Spider-Man anyway. So he leaves. Simple. Simple, that is, until Iron Man needs Spider-Man’s help. Peter isn’t about to turn down an opportunity to fight alongside Tony Freaking Stark, but he also isn’t going to let his hero know that his recruit is a fifteen-year-old homeless dropout. So they strike a deal. Peter will help Tony. In return, the mask stays on. And that’s when things get complicated.

this fic will change your life. it's hard and messy. and it will hurt you. but it will be worth it. the story is so good. the characters are so great.

the victors of district twelve (lucy&peeta&katniss, peeta/katniss, the hunger games) by dustyattic

What if Lucy Gray survived that night in the woods with Snow? What if she made it up north, found those people rumored to be surviving without the Capitol, and realized District Thirteen wasn't quite as obliterated as she'd been taught? And what if, sixty-five years later and after watching a certain Mockingjay end Snow's reign, she came back to District Twelve? This is the story of Katniss and Peeta meeting Lucy Gray Baird, and learning her story-- the story that Snow so desperately tried to erase.

i'm fucking obsessed with the idea of lucy living and meeting everlark, and this is one of the best i've read so far. it's hard and rough. and super painful at times. but it's so good.

after all the smashes (pacey/joey, dawson's creek) by misspermascowl

A look at what (could have/should have) happened after Pacey carried Drunk!Joey up the stairs.

this is the best characterization of both joey and pacey i have ever read. it's worth it just for that.

i've been afraid of changing ('cause i've built my life around you) (nico/karolina, runaways) by somniatoressinespe

“You know you've always wanted to give my mom a coronary,” Nico pitches with a conspiring tone, hand cupping her mouth and a spark in her eyes Karolina likes a bit too much. “I don’t know about that. Your mom kind of adores me.” “I know!” Nico throws her hands in the air with such flair Karolina is half expecting her to break out in a song, “It'd be weird, if you weren’t so damn likeable. Whatever, give your mom a coronary, then.” “That I can get behind.” “Good. Date me.” She chokes on her coffee, barely avoiding a full on spit take by sheer strength of will alone. “What?” she chokes out when she feels like her lungs have gone back to reside in her ribcage instead of wandering around her oesophagus. Nico ignores Karolina's struggle for air with nonchalance and takes her hand in hers kneeling on the kitchen's crumb covered tiled floor. “Karolina Dean, will you date me to piss off our families?" or "karolina ends up dating her best friend, what could go wrong?"

fake dating gallore! it's so good. also we stan comics!background karolina in his one. the characterization is spot on. the vibes feel right. it's non!powers, non!murderous parents au, and it just works so brilliantly. gert is also spot on the whole time.

the rose of jericho (ianto-centric, jack/ianto, torchwood) by kaydeefalls

Post-CoE. When Martha Jones encounters a dark UNIT cover-up in the wake of the 456, it's up to Gwen's new Torchwood team to bring the truth to light -- and save Ianto.

THE PERFECT FIX IT. It's so good. The new Torchwood team in this is great. The case build up is fantastic. MARTHA JONES OUR SAVIOUR. Just all around fantastic fic.

blackbird (veronica/logan, veronica mars) by alilamba

LoVe, Ballet AU. Veronica moves across country for her senior year of high school, because apparently her life wasn't challenging enough already. At least when she fails she'll be wearing a tutu.

I don't read much AU for LoVe because it's their history that makes them so interesting to me, but this fic just worked for me in every way. the way canon gets incorperated into this whole new world is flawless. the characters still feel like logan and veronica even in this different universe. it's all round just smashing.

running back home to you (elphaba/galina, wicked) by mayverix

It was wishful thinking. It had to be the truth. Glinda may not know much but she knew performance, and the more she thought about it the better it fit. Elphaba’s death didn’t make sense. Glinda had seen it with her own eyes and had stupidly believed that was proof it had happened. Elphaba’s melting shadow had been wearing the hat. Glinda wasn’t sure of the scientification of melting, but surely either all or none of her clothes should have melted. Surely Elphaba herself shouldn’t have melted. Fiyero’s body was missing, and Elphaba’s hat was in her hands. Glinda stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she realized she must have been crying. She looked crazy. It didn’t matter. Elphaba was alive.

run and read this. just do it. won't regret it. will fix all your problems.

[blu3haw4]

Hi, hello, remember when i posted a little fic two years ago called 'loved your parting gift (dead people are my favorite)' and then last year i talked about how that world lives in my mind rent free and how I've imagine that very cathartic scene of Lexa bleeding at Clarke's place and her calling Anya to watch Lexa while she feeds from countless people because the scent of Lexa's blood makes her incredibly thirsty? Do you remember?

Well i didn't write that scene (actually i did but it's not edited and I'm not sure i want it to be precisely like that so) instead I wrote a little night months after, a little look into their abettor-ship.

I feel like in the first installment it looks a little like these two are pretty serious, but in my head this fic is a little cracky. Like sure Lexa is Commander of the 12 clans full of werewolf packs (this isn't abo btw) sure she's the most powerful alpha of her people, sure she can control other alphas as though they were her beta's. But also she's just a girl. She's practically 21yo (210 in reality (215 actually, which makes Clarke want to celebrate her sweet (2)16's) but she's a wolf so its the same) and she just really likes this very pretty girl, mysterious and possibly incredibly dangerous but also just a girl who with all her power (and years on earth) is actually just chilling.

So here's that little night

For Clextober 2024, Idea 16 (already on ao3)

The Halloween Party

“A Halloween party? Seriously?” Lexa deadpanned.

“A custom party” Clarke clarified, covered excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, I got that part”

“Don’t sound so excited” She rolled her eyes.

“Of course I’m not excited Clarke, I’ve seen enough terrible representation of my kind? Don’t you hate those of yours?”

“Why would I?” Clarke laughed “few are exaggerated versions the fictional character created about us, and most are pretty simple and very accurate representation of how we really look like... humans with fangs and blood dripping down our mouths. And, by the way, I think the latest tv shows have done a pretty good job at representing your kind”

“When was the last time you saw a werewolf?” Lexa narrowed her eyes, she can’t remember the last time she saw a werewolf custom or tv show, but they were never flattering, and the few movies she knew about weren’t great either.

“I’m standing right in front of one!”

“Before that” Lexa rolled her eyes.

“Irrelevant, trirku, I’ve seen you fully and partially wolfed out as well as human size, you’ve got to admit they’re getting it right -finally”

“Trikru is not-“

“Your last name, I know, but you don’t have one, so suck it up” Clarke interrupts, with that sweet, little flirty tone she used to mock her -and to calm the bad guys she dried to feed- “You’re the one who rejected Woods”

“Because that’s just stupid-” before Clarke could jump with some retort again, she railed the conversation back “Why is it necessary? To go to this party?”

“Because!” Clarke rolled her eyes sighing, it had been an intense few months since they met, what started as just tense avoidance quickly turned into a series of unfortunate events that landed them on a weird abettor-ship. The vampire had to get used to sharing a city with a huge clan of werewolves’ packs, all the while making sure they weren’t sniffing around where they shouldn’t, whatever that’d be other super-natural creatures’ business or outright hunter houses. She hadn’t done the best job at it from afar, hence their fragile alliance.

“You said you wanted in on the majority of non-humans around here, this is your way of mingling”

“But why a Halloween party?”

“Because it’s fun! Because we hide every day, most have a lot more covering up to do than you and I. Halloween is the perfect opportunity to hide in plain sight, is the one occasion they get to be themselves around those they call friends without any judgment”

‘Do you have friends?’ Was the question in Lexa’s mind, but she kept it there, the line between professionalism and friendship or whatever with Clarke were blurry enough already. She’s made enough mistakes the past six months that led her down dangerous paths, she owed it to her clan to stay focused, to mend those mistakes, no matter how much she just wanted to get to know Clarke.

“You sure it’s a good idea?”

“Yes! For one you’ll get to do something fun, and two, how else will you know who’s pissed that you and your clan are here and who doesn’t give a shit?”

“Isn’t that the point of our agreement?”

“I agreed to help you, not do you binding” Clarke deadpanned “Look as far as I’m aware there hasn't been a pack around for about fifty years, most witches I know don’t care about you, but there’s plenty of vampires around who love to feed into our animosity. This party is your chance to check the field, some ghouls hide perfectly and won’t care that you pissed off hunters, there’s fairies though I’m sure would love to help them, there’s a variety of chimeras that-”

“Okay. I get it. Plenty of creature, perfect night, perfect chance”

“Exactly. Efficiency” Clarke winked at her.

With a sigh Lexa stood up “Fine, I’ll be here at seven”

“You better be in a nice custom!” Clarke called after her “You don’t want people to think you’re a boring ass human!” Lexa rolled her eyes yet started to plan her outfit for the following night.

She showed up at seven sharp, in simple black jeans and a white shirt, cut and styled to look worn, her hair braided and held by a bandanna at the top of her head, her make-up was exaggerated, all meat to portray a pirate. She thought she complied to Clarke’s petition, yet her hopes for a compliment fell when the Vampire opened the door.

“You didn’t come as a were?!”

“No! I am one!” She huffed.

“That’s the point!” Clarke chuckles turning around, in her plain fitting black dress, black high heels and… a cape. Because of course she was a vampire. “Such a wasted opportunity” she rolled her eyes, cheeky grin fangs out and all, clearly pleased with her own ‘custom’. Lexa felt a little silly, knowing she spent all day crafting hers.

“I mean don’t get me wrong-” Clarke cut her train of thought, looking her up and down, still grinning, licking her left fang -it was always the left one, same side where that beauty mark sat atop her lip- not that Lexa paid attention or anything. “This fit is… damn, hot as fuck, Trikru, you really leaned into it” And okay, Lexa wasn’t expecting that, so who could blame her if she blushed a little.

“Well, you… said to make it nice”

“It is nice… very nice” Clarke nodded, looking her up and down again as she kept licking that damn fang, how was Lexa supposed to focus on the mission. And okay, it wasn’t really a mission, but she was still supposed to focus on making connections not on… well. Clarke.

They left shortly after, and Lexa was informed on the way that this Halloween party was, actually, several parties. A few different parties they would go to through the night.

And so, they spend about an hour -and a half sometimes- at each party, Lexa meets all of Clarke’s contacts -all witches- and learns to recognize the faces of few vampires who don’t seem to like her. She asks how come they don’t approach them and seem to back away from Clarke, but she deflects, says she’s not sure and bets they’re just smart enough to not mess with Lexa. But she knows it can’t be just that, she doesn’t push it though, just hopes Clarke will trust her enough one day to tell her, after all their relationship at the moment pretty much consisted of exchanging information.

By midnight Lexa had a pretty clear idea of how most creatures felt about her and her clan, she met a few chimeras that lived with packs and seemed to hope that they’d protect them from the hunters, while lone ones kept their distance from her. Ghouls and fairies alike seem all over the place, some wanted to meet her, some seem scared of her, others just outright grossed by her presence. It gave her a good feeling of what she would be dealing with for the next few years of their stay.

So, with her mission accomplished, she finally listened to Clarke and agreed to have fun. With the elixirs provided by Clarke’s witches friends, the pair was able to enjoy the nice numbing of their drinks -not that Clarke wasn’t already a little drunk and high from the few humans she fed from.

Lexa learned over the course of the first two months after her arrival that Clarke had a method of feeding that didn’t involve drinking them dry, and didn’t even leave a mark. The watching had begun with Lexa following her after their first face-to-face encounter, feeling the need to check that Clarke’s victims were in fact the predators she claimed them to be.

That’s how she found her flirting with people at bars and promising a good time, offering them a vape and saying it had weed to cover up the later dizziness, taking them a out to a more private corner and making out with them, Clarke would kiss their necks, nibbling and licking to activate the sedative from her saliva and then biting them to drink from them, they would think she was leaving a hickey when in reality she was only drinking a little of their blood -the equivalent of two exam doses, she would later learn- before licking the wound to heal it close. She’d take them back inside and leave after a while.

Lexa had memorized the pattern, Clarke would drink from four different people per night, and she would skip three nights if she drank someone dry. She wasn’t sure if Clarke was aware of it, she had an idea that Clarke could scent her every time, but she had stopped following her after the first time they spoke. Falling to the conclusion -and promptly ignoring it- that her obsession with the habit had come from wanting to be a part of the rotation of… donors.

-It meant she didn’t realize when the pattern changed, after the night she bled at Clarke’s place, the vampire started to feed every night even if she dried someone, the number of doses per night increased and even some were taken during the day. Clarke didn’t tell her, afraid to accept the reason of her newfound insatiable thirst-

And so, she found herself at the last party mildly drunk, doing everything in her power to keep Clarke’s focus on her, because her inhibition was low and her instincts her directing her more than her conscious, and Clarke kept looking for humans to woo and drink from, not because she need it -or so Lexa thought- just because she wanted to, because she was having fun and she wasn’t -technically- hurting anybody. And Lexa didn’t really want to stop her, she just… wanted her to not kiss other people.

And Clarke kept telling her that she was no fun, that she should let loose and enjoy the night, and Lexa was really trying, but she didn’t know how to without completely exposing herself. Because even her wolf wanted Clarke to bite her, her big bad alpha soul wanted to be bitten, and how was Lexa really supposed to deny that.

So, she showed her she could be fun, she drank and danced with Clarke, and she did her best at flirting, and she noticed when Clarke noticed. She noticed when Clarke stopped looking around for humans, she noticed her flirting turning up from her natural, and she noticed how she danced differently with her. She noticed the way she wouldn’t stop licking her fangs and biting her lips.

She noticed she was breathing heavily “Why are you breathing?” Lexa asked.

Clarke giggled, tilting her head to rest their foreheads together “What?” she sighed with a drunken laugh.

“You don’t need to breath” Lexa hushed, giggling a little too as they stumbled more than danced “Why are you doing it?”

“Oh… well-” and again with the fang-licking, Lexa was sure that a few more time and she wouldn’t be able to hold back the need to capture that tongue “The feeding, y’know how I get drunk because they’re drunk?” she asks, motioning vaguely with her hands and chuckling when Lexa pulls her back to her after she stumbled back.

“It happens because… I kinda… absorb a little of their life. Not like… take from… their time, just-” She tasked, and Lexa couldn’t decide if she should fixate of her mouth or her eyes, bluer than she’d ever seen them “like the blood makes me… alive, for however long it takes my body to… fully…” another giggle, another misstep “absorb it”

“Oh yeah?” Lexa nodded, unable to contain the smile on her face, she bumped her nose with Clarke “Sounds fun” she hushes, because if they stop talking, she might end up kissing her.

And okay, it was what she wanted, but she knew it was a bad idea, and she didn’t want to initiate it anyways.

“It is” Clarke nods, grinning widely “It’s why my eyes are lighter… or bluer… I guess”

“Really?” Lexa leans back, wanting to get a better look, and Clarke unconsciously leans forward, almost chasing her.

“Yep” she sighs this time when their foreheads press together again, there a slumber looks in her eyes now “You know how they’re… black, before I feed?” Lexa only hums her agreement “That’s the… monster”

“Hey, no, don’t call it that. That’s the hunger” Lexa says, and she’s had both arms around Clarke’s waits this whole time, so she lifts one up to cares the side of her neck. “You’re not -We’re not monsters” Clarke eyes her, not buying it.

And Lexa knows, she knows that this is not a worry Clarke carries every day, she knows the vampire is self-aware and has probably lived longer than Lexa is capable of wrapping her head around. She knows these are drunk insecurities that won’t be there in the morning- or in a few hours- but she needs to calm them, because she also knows that is a worry that comes from deep, deep down in her core.

“You are cable of feeding without killing. And even if you had to kill to do it, you wouldn’t be different than an animal. You wouldn’t be different than a werewolf. We’re not that much different than humans”

Clarke’s hands have moved from Lexa’s shoulder to her arms, up her neck and into her hair in a sequence since they started dancing. In the breath after Lexa finishes speaking, one hand moves back into her hair and the other stays holding her arm, a subtle tilt of her head it’s all that’s needed for the lips to connect as she pulls Lexa closer in every way.

Lexa’s breath catches in her throat as her arms instinctively wrap around Clarke and she answers the kiss eagerly. It’s slow for a second, they adjust to the press of Clarke’s fangs in a tight press of lips. Then it intensifies, there’s a brief separation before they both lean in again, stronger, deeper. They pull each other close and sigh into each other’s mouth, Lexa gasps and Clarke smirks every time her fang nibs Lexa’s tongue or lips, and they absently move out of the makeshift dance floor.

They don’t bump into anyone, their super senses kick in and helping them navigate the crowded room without even looking. Clarke sucks on Lexa’s lower lip with a softness that makes Lexa forget there’s sharp fangs behind those lips. She licks into Clarke’s mouth anyways, learning each time where to go and how to enjoy it, Clarke’s tongue guides her too, she absolutely enjoys that part the most.

Lexa is leaned against the hallway wall, the window beside them is open and the breeze is a nice contrast to the warm of their bodies pressed against each other, hands pulling and wandering as they exchange heated kisses.

Lexa gaps and turns her head away from the kiss suddenly, her reflexes kick in when Clarke leans for -a kiss to- her neck and her arm goes up to grab Clarke by the throat. She pauses, confused, still holding Lexa close, and then she hears it too, the faith distinguished howl of a wolf; Clarke can tell is a werewolf, Lexa understands the entire message.

“I need to go” she says, still looking out, eyes red now, fangs out.

“Do you need help?” Clarke sobers up, she doesn’t move though, neither of them do.

“No. You shouldn’t come” and finally Lexa pulls away, Clarke takes a step back with her and their arms drop when Lexa moves to go back into the main room “Clarke. I mean it. Don’t follow” she says, and she tries to ignore the looks on her face, tries not to read too much into the flash of darkening eyes, and leaves without looking back.

[owl127]

I second the alpha x alpha clexa fic! Your idea with nerdy Lexa and femme Clarke sounds great!

read on Ao3

(Next)

Like the tide, regret came in waves. First, the music. Whoever dared to call themselves the DJ of the party simply selected some random playlist and abandoned it to fester on the loudspeakers. Second, Anya had vanished the moment they stepped into the house, mumbling something about a girl, which meant Lexa would be coming home alone that night. And finally, just like being swallowed by a tide, Lexa regretted coming to this party when she choked on the cheap concoction of punch fruit mix and low shelf vodka. 

Regret, regret, regret. Coming to this party had been a mistake. She escaped to the backyard of the house hoping to find freedom from mediocre music and people. Ignoring a huddle of stoners that offered her a joint—no thank you; she had soccer practice early the next morning—she made her way to the back gate. Freedom was close. Suddenly too close, when the wooden gate opened from the outside straight at her face and Lexa fell backwards, ungracefully.

“Holy shit!” She heard someone call from above her. Lexa would love to yell at her perpetrator as soon as she could open her eyes, but then something warm filled her mouth.

“Fuck, you killed her, Clarke.”

“I didn’t kill her!” The voice was closer, and someone helped her sit up. Lexa opened her eyes, saw blue, and closed them again. She blinked hard, unfocused. “Here, put this under your nose,” the same voice instructed, gentle, and Lexa felt pressure under her nose. 

“Is she okay?”

“Hi. Can you hear us?” Lexa finally regained full consciousness and stared at maybe the one reason she would stay at a horrible party. 

“Hi,” Lexa mumbled from under the cloth on her nose. Everything hurt. Her nose, her cheek, her face. It was like the day she had hit her face against the goal post back in high school, but this time she didn’t score.

“What’s your name?” Her rescuing muse asked, her warm hand holding whatever was keeping Lexa’s nose from bleeding. 

“Lexa.” Lexa felt for all her teeth with her tongue. No gaps. That was good. “What happened?”

“She tried to kill you,” someone said from above them, and the muse flipped them off.

“It was an accident. O, get some of the beer ice for me?”

Lexa took a deep breath and tried to free her face from whatever was on it. 

“Let’s keep it there for a little more, okay? Until the bleeding stops. It doesn’t look bad, though. You’ll live.”

“Good.” Lexa tasted copper on her tongue. “I like to live.”

The laugher that erupted from her savior was melodic and low, like a touch of salt in a sweet cupcake. Lexa liked it. 

“Here.” The cloth, which Lexa noticed was a hoodie, was replaced by ice in a ziplock bag, and the coolness immediately soothed Lexa’s senses. “Hold that to your nose. Let’s take a look at it somewhere quieter.” Lexa accepted the hand and stood up, noticing the couple of inches she had on the girl. They walked back to the house, and her saving angel greeted the stoners with high fives, never letting Lexa’s hand go. 

“Benji’s locked downstairs, and there’s a bathroom there,” the girl said, as if any of those words made sense, guiding Lexa through the party crowd. Lexa focused on not tripping and holding the ice to her face; she failed at both. They made it to a door behind the stairs and, once it clicked shut, a merciful extra layer was between them and the loud music. 

Lexa plopped on the couch, hissing, and tried to touch her nose. 

“Wait, let me see.” Without distractions, Lexa could only look at the girl next to her. Her pink glitter eyeshadow was smudged, but her lips were still pristine cherry red. Delicate fingers touched Lexa with such care that she closed her eyes again. “Not broken. Just a bump,” she declared.

“How do you know that?”

“I’ve done that once or twice. I’m Clarke, by the way. Sorry about the whole gate-at-your-face thing. We were out getting beer because the vodka bomb Bellamy made is disgusting.” 

“It is disgusting. I’m Lexa.”

“You told me.” The girl said easily, a satisfied grin on her face when her hands left Lexa’s numb cheek. “I asked you before to make sure you were not unconscious.”

“I’m conscious.”

“That you are.” Lexa tried and failed to not look at the exposed cleavage every time Clarke laughed. Maybe being hit in the face had its advantages, like meeting the cutest omega at the party. 

“Is this your party?” Lexa asked, twitching her nose to test it out. It burned, but less so, and Lexa wasn’t sure if that was because of the effect of the ice or the girl. 

“Gods, no!” Clarke laughed again and Lexa had become addicted to it. “Bellamy is my friend O’s brother, and this is his party. We tried to offer ideas, but he wanted to do it all himself. That’s why it sucks.”

“It kinda sucks.”

Clarke looked at something behind Lexa, her smile blossoming into something warm and inviting. “Oh, hey, Benji.” Lexa turned her head to see a black cat with two big white spots staring at them from atop the dryer. He purred when Clarke motioned for him to come and made his way to her lap. He ignored Lexa completely, jumping above her shoulder to land on Clarke’s jeans. “Such a good boy.” She petted him a couple of times, and he spread himself on her lap in a cute offering. “He hides here whenever there’s new people in the house.”

Lexa risked a touch to the cat’s fur, and if he didn’t like strangers, he was too absorbed in Clarke’s caress to notice. She couldn’t blame him. Her fingers grazed Clarke’s, and no one pulled away. Benji purred in cat heaven-bliss, his legs up in the air at the attention.

“He’s the cutest thing ever,” Clarke whispered, leaning down to kiss the cat’s head. Lexa’s mind, so unprepared for the boost in cleavage view and a hot girl leaning down on her lap, swallowed the aftertaste of blood and repeated,

“The Cutest thing ever.” Clarke looked up, the glitter on her eyeshadow quivering with a single raised eyebrow. That was a challenge Lexa took head on, so she completed, “and the cat is not too bad.”

Clarke laughed, quiet and rich, and tucked a stray blonde lock behind her ear. “You’re not concussed, are you?”

Lexa frowned, her hand touching Clarke’s palm above the endless purring. “I hope not. But maybe I am a little to have the guts to flirt with you.”

Clarke’s smile was wide and beautiful, a small dimple on her cheek sparkling with makeup. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to assume. That’s on me for judging a book by the cover.” Her finger played with her hair again and Lexa saw a blush creeping down from her cheeks to her neck. She wanted to kiss the pink taking over pale skin, sink her teeth and leave marks on mapped freckles. Was that a concussion or a crush?

Between them, the monochrome cat was satisfied with the attention and jumped on the ground, leaving their hands with no excuse on why they were still touching. Lexa knew it was her role to take action; she would lean in and kiss those beautiful lips, get all smudged in red lipstick, finally find out how soft that little spot under her jaw would feel and—

Clarke kissed her while Lexa planned her move. It was gentle, mindful of Lexa’s nose, and yet Clarke’s tongue was slow but purposeful, an insistent explorer of everything Lexa wanted to give. Lexa opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, swallowing the moan that escaped Clarke’s lips. She welcomed the hand on her hips, allowing herself to be pulled closer, until that wasn’t enough, and she bit under Clarke’s jaw, whispering, “Do you want to sit on my lap?”

The grin that spread on Clarke’s face was predatory. All teeth and dimples, ready to pounce. So she was that type of omega, okay. Lexa could roll with that. Clarke’s hands were gentle when she cradled the back of Lexa’s head, pulling it to reveal Lexa’s pulsing point on her neck. 

“You good? Your nose okay?” Clarke asked, breath heavy against Lexa’s lips, and Lexa would endure another gate to her face just to kiss this woman again. She nodded and gasped when Clarke sat fully on her lap. She was warm, warmer than her hands, all hot touches of tongue and hands. Clarke’s knees hit the back of the couch, her breasts on display as she moved her hair aside and leaned in for another kiss. They parted for air, breaths mingling, and Clarke rolled her hips and Lexa couldn’t suppress a moan.

“That wasn’t because of your nose, was it?” Clarke’s eyes spoke of want, but her words were laced with concern. Lexa smiled and kissed her, tongues meeting halfway. 

“No,” she reassured the woman on her lap, hooking her fingers on Clarke’s belt. “That was something else.”

Clarke rolled her hips again, and Lexa bit her lip not to gasp. “I wonder what?” Clarke teased, grinding her hips farther. Lexa had not predicted a handjob tonight, but sure, she also had not predicted being knocked out, but there she was. 

“Fuck,” Clarke hissed above her, and Lexa continued her diligent work on her ear. She sucked the earrings there, licked the reddening skin, then went for another kiss. She ignored the protest her nose made when Clarke pushed back, hunger in her gasps. “You kiss like you mean it,” Clarke confessed mid-kiss, her hands toying with Lexa’s button-up shirt. “Can I open this?” Lexa nodded and continued to kiss Clarke’s neck as her buttons fell open, one haphazardly after the other. Clarke’s hands toyed with the underside of her sports bra, painted nails pulling at the elastic. Lexa made a questioning noise in the back of her throat that Clarke interpreted correctly, her own blouse hitting the floor. Black lace and peaked nipples welcomed Lexa.

“You’re gorgeous,” Lexa whispered, her mouth closing on a nipple, and Clarke was the one making embarrassing sounds. Lexa hummed at the scrape of nails on her nape, pulling her head impossibly closer, and she obliged, the pain a minor distraction in her mind so overpowered by boobs. Lexa helped Clarke to start a rhythm, her hands on her backside pulling her back and forth, the heat between them growing. There was a particular grind where Clarke’s jeans met Lexa’s hardening member just right, and her hips moved to meet hers in sync. “Fuck, you’re making me hard,” Lexa confessed into blonde hair, her tongue licking under Clarke’s chin. Clarke hummed with the praise, her hips never stopping.

“Me too, babe.” She breathed hot on Lexa’s ear, leaving lipstick marks all over Lexa’s skin. 

Lexa didn’t process what Clarke said. Too preoccupied with damp lace under her tongue to fully comprehend what Clarke had said. Until she wasn’t. “Wait, what?”

Clarke didn’t stop their grinding, sucking a deep mark on Lexa’s neck. “What did you say?” Lexa repeated the question, moving one hand to Clarke’s lower back. Hazed, with pupils eating at the blue of her eyes, Clarke blinked, tilting her head to the side. 

“What?” Clarke asked, now confusion between her knitted eyebrows. “Is your nose okay?”

“I’m fine, but… are you—” Lexa didn’t have to form the question. All she had to do was look beyond the boobs—a herculean task with an almost half-naked Clarke on her lap—to see the bulge in her own pants. And the other one in Clarke’s. The sweet, sweet grinding had been — “You’re an alpha,” Lexa wheezed, eyes wide.

Unphased, Clarke tucked a stray braid back behind Lexa’s ear. “Yeah?”

“I… I did not know that.”

Clarke chuckled, the new bruise on her neck shining a light pink. “That’s the problem of assuming things about people, isn’t it?”

“But.” Lexa’s eyes fixed on her own erection and the matching one in Clarke’s pants. Clarke had a penis. A legitimate dick. Hard. Which had been grinding against Lexa’s own. “But I’ve never been with an alpha,” Lexa said, and finally looked up to find a tight smile. 

“If you’re going to be a jerk about it,” Clarke warned, “you better fucking leave now.”

“No, no, no, it’s not like that. It’s that I’ve never…” She bit her lip and watched as Clarke looked her up and down.

“It’s the first time you desire an alpha.” Clarke rolled her hips in emphasis. “The first time you get hard for one.”

Lexa couldn’t do anything but nod. This was… weird. No, different. Unprecedented. Not unpleasant; quite the contrary. Clarke was a cloud of perfume and painted nails and still looked damn heck proud of her status. Lexa admired that. She wanted that.

“I understand if you want to stop.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheek. “But I’d really like to touch you. You look like you’d moan my name as you come.” There was that embarrassing noise in Lexa’s throat again. “Or,” Clarke continued atop her throne, running a single finger down Lexa’s chin. “You can go home and jerk off thinking about fucking me. So what do you say?” 

Anya would make so much fun of her if she knew. Or would she? Would anyone even care?

“Yes.” Lexa lifted her head to find Clarke’s lips, but she pulled back, a warm, so warm hand on Lexa’s chest. 

“Yes to what, Lexa? I need to hear you say it.”

Swallowing on nothing, Lexa focused on kiss-swollen lips. “I want you to touch me.” Lexa didn’t hear her own voice, not with blood rushing everywhere at once. Her ears popped, her heart throbbed desperately in her ribcage and pleasantly between her legs. Clarke’s lips were rough on hers, her always-warm hands strong when she lowered Lexa’s zipper. Had she always been so intense and only now Lexa associated this with being an alpha? Or being an alpha had nothing to do with it; was that just Clarke?

“Do you usually do this with other alphas?” Lexa said through gritted teeth, her hands digging into Clarke’s jeans. Clarke closed her fist around her and Lexa moaned, leaning her forehead on Clarke’s shoulder. 

“Sometimes.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s temple, lingering there for a moment. Lexa twitched in Clarke’s hand. “Lexa.” She coaxed Lexa out of hiding. With her free hand, she held Lexa’s chin, and the corners of her eyes lowered at whatever she saw in Lexa’s face. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting another alpha, Lexa.” Her dominant hand around Lexa moved, a slow up and down, almost a lazy stroke. Clarke did everything with precision, a hidden, meaningful grace. “It doesn’t make you less of an alpha, or a woman.” Following the cadence of Lexa’s gasps, Clarke sped up, spreading the dripping need along Lexa’s shaft. “Or me. I’m no less of an alpha for doing this.” Clarke looked down, and Lexa would never forget how fascinated she looked. 

“Come here.” Lexa leaned for a kiss and helped Clarke sit next to her instead. “Can you touch yourself while you touch me?” 

Clarke nodded enthusiastically at the proposal, her first graceless move the way she spread her legs and wiggled until the tight jeans were below her hips. Lexa loved that she had thin, lacy briefs that did nothing to hide her arousal. Lexa’s fingers clawed at Clarke’s thighs, and she hoped to leave marks, a visceral need taking over to have any kind of claim on her. 

If Clarke wasn’t an expert on this, no one else would be. She moved both hands in sync, watching for clues on Lexa’s face and bucking her hips at each stroke. Lexa mimicked her movements, their hips jumping in tandem, fingers digging into pale skin. Lexa tilted her head to bite Clarke’s shoulder.

Tongue on Clarke’s bruised skin, Lexa asked, “Can I?”

“What?” Clarke’s half-lidded eyes widened as Lexa’s right hand moved in her direction. Clarke was apparently left-handed, and Lexa was right-handed, a perfect combination as Lexa, for the first time in her life, held someone else’s hard, leaking cock.

“Fuck,” Lexa whined as Clarke sped up at her first touch. Clarke was thick, thicker than her, but Lexa did what usually worked for her, wrist twisting close to the knot and light at the head. Clarke moaned, tightening her grip on Lexa. Pre-come poured freely from Lexa’s head, coating Clarke’s hands, making the gliding smoother.

“Harder,” Clarke asked in a gasp, and Lexa struggled to keep her rhythm, liquid beading over Clarke’s broad head. “Yeah, babe, like that.”

Lexa bit her lip at the term of endearment. Part of her wanted to giggle at having another grown alpha calling her babe, but whatever was left of her functional brain melted at Clarke’s voice.

“I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.”

An image flashed in Lexa’s closed eyelids as vividly as a memory: Clarke, all soft curves and hard cock, on all fours, head buried in a pillow as Lexa fucked and fucked into her. “That’s it, babe, come for me.”

Lexa grunted, her hips missing the increasing pace. Fuck, she was going to come already. She could feel it building in her belly. She opened her eyes to see Clarke kicking off her pants and straddling her again. Clarke shifted closer, her proud erection an angry red, and Lexa salivated. “This is alright?” Lexa nodded, and moaned as Clarke’s hand closed around her again, but this time Clarke’s cock was touching hers, teasing the sensitive underside. It transfigured Lexa; her cock was longer, but Clarke topped in girth, and the knot forming at her base was impressive. They glided together, Clarke using her hand to stimulate them. 

“God,” Clarke moaned on top of Lexa, her breasts bouncing, her hips thrusting forward, and Lexa wondered if she would look like that while riding her.

“Clarke, Clarke, I’m going to—”

“Make a mess, babe.” There was an unmistakable alpha tone to Clarke’s voice, and it was that what pushed Lexa into sweet oblivion. She came with a long moan that died on Clarke’s neck, thrusting into Clarke’s hand with hard thrusts of her hips. She felt the splash of warm come on her belly, and then Clarke was joining her, a long, high-pitched moan leaving her lips as she continued to stroke them and scratch Lexa’s nape at the same time.

Indeed, they made a mess.

It took a long time for Lexa to open her eyes, her abs twitching in aftershocks, when Clarke finally released her. Her nose ached, but she kept it pressured against Clarke’s neck, enjoying the scent that became stronger there.

“You good?” Clarke asked, guiding Lexa to look up at her. Lexa smiled at the smudged lipstick. 

“Yeah.”

“You really look concussed now.”

“Worth it.”

Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheek, lingering there. “Is it okay if I asked for your number? In case you don’t regret this alpha experience.”

“I don’t regret it,” Lexa said, nuzzling into Clarke’s neck. “I kind of want to do it again.”

“Hmm…” Clarke’s fingers grazed Lexa’s chin, lifting it for a short, sweet kiss. “There are other things we could do, too. Just saying.”

Lexa blinked slowly, the mental images taking life. Between them, her cock twitched, curious. Clarke kissed her, albeit softly. “But you really look like you need a break. Can I drive you home?”

Lexa realized that saying no to Clarke was extremely difficult.

And she was okay with that.

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