#mercenary lexa

[talktomeinclexa]

The Royal Guard

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Gun violence, Blood and Injury

Status: WIP

Summary: Princess Clarke of Arkadia is kidnapped by mercenaries while on a visit to one of the kingdom's cities. Her abductors treat her well enough, but everything becomes more complicated when their client orders them to execute her. Lexa thought this was just another job. High risk, high pay. But when push comes to shove, will she betray her orders or her heart?

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Chapter 9: King

A cruel joke. A trick from the universe. Karma balancing itself after being so good to him for decades. Jake kept looking for an explanation as to why life had gotten so complicated overnight while he tried to ignore the elephant in the room. Or, more accurately, the young woman standing at attention behind Clarke in the dining room.

There hadn’t been enough time for the tailors to make her uniform. The suit she had borrowed from Clarke, too tight around the shoulders, made her look even more awkward than the situation called for. Unless he was projecting some of his feelings, too. The black eye and bruises covering her face had him flinch surreptitiously every time his eyes landed on them.

Jake was no stranger to tough decisions. As King, he had sent troops to war knowing some of those young men and women wouldn’t make it back alive. He had occasionally been forced to negotiate unsatisfactory deals with leaders he hated in the name of peace. Some of those decisions still haunted him at night, when sleep refused to come. He rarely faced people who had been hurt on his order, though. Prisoners tortured for information and—dared he be honest—vengeance. The glares Clarke kept throwing him didn’t help either, and by the time the main dish was served, he couldn’t wait for dinner to be over. He would have excused himself earlier if Abby’s hand hadn’t rested on his, offering her quiet support against their daughter’s anger.

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[triinitas]

Demenia's accent is very formal RP or Oxford English. This is thanks to being profoundly sheltered while also privately tutored for decades. Her voice is light and somewhat airy. Her range would fall around mezzo-soprano. A close approximation would be Katie Bray.

Zorah's accent is a far less formal, and more akin to a Northern Irish accent. This was an accent picked up from all of the rural, brash farmers that visited the temple and often made up the temple's workers. Therald being one of them. Her range is closer to alto. A close approximation would be Laura Donnelly.

Freiora's accent also lacks any sense of formality. She is an active mercenary, and has worked as a warrior of some kind for her entire life. It is similar to a chav or Lower London accent. Her voice is also in the alto or contralto range, and a good approximation would be Anthony Lexa.

[lexa-griffins]

Assassin au. How about if other assassins were sent to kill Clarke and then Lexa was like nope my gf my kill so she saves her boo but clarke gets seriously hurt.

Clarke, lying in the hospital after the pain killer has wore off: babe if you're gonna kill me nows a good time to put me out of my misery

I'd like to think that Lexa gives up the contract after that.

Or like maybe have Clarke's heart stop for a few seconds so Lexa gets off on a technicality. She was dead in my arms, where's my money.

Assassins and probably mercenary or just gang members trying to kill her, kidnap her, what have you, Clarke definite has them all, being Abby's daughter. It reminds me a bit of how people were trying to capture or kill Wanheda!!

Lexa basically an assassin now turned almost Clarke's body guard. Its her gf, her kill, her pay. I dont think lexa would give up her contract because she wants to protect Clarke but she would definitely up her offer to kill Abby instead, which before was impossible, she's ao protected by different people that it would be entirely too hard but now she has access to what Abby considers more precious to her: Clarke.

And the thing is, its Clarke's idea. Shes done with attempts on her life, of her mom going currupt for a few extra million dollars, she just got out of the hospital after someone tried to blow up her car for fucks sake and she is willing to assist Lexa with it. If Lexa pulled it off it would make her a shit tone of money, enough for them both to move somewhere far and for Lexa to move to smaller assassination attempts with far less risk.

Clarke might even join the crimr world with some painting falsifications, make a few extra million so they can keep up the extravagant lifestyle they like to have where Clarke can get drunk on expensive whiskey at 10 in the morning after kissing her gorgeous wife as she tans topless by the pool, paint a little and then fuck the rest of the afternoon... yeah, she's definitely cool with sacrificing her mom for that and Lexa is ready to sacrifice it all for Clarke :)

[shesquiinnsane]

—☆   LEXA   ||   GRAUNBLIDA   ♢

Before now, she had never formally met Harley Quinn, only heard through rumors and hearsay that she was more TENACIOUS than the Joker ( which was intriguing ). Their paths did not often cross on the basis that the rogues Harley usually associated with were not ones Lexa could see herself building a rapport with. Besides that, their goals varied; it seemed the other was more interested in spontaneity and self-gratifying acts, whilst simultaneously staking her claim as Gotham’s Queen of crime. Lexa’s purpose ( or so, she had come to believe during her time with the league ) was ridding the world of the unjust and corrupt. By all means necessary. 

At the mention of Batman, the mercenary scoffed. There was a time she held a greater respect for the caped crusader, even going as far as to aid him in the past. Though the longer she picked apart and analyzed his methods, the more she found the FLAWS rampant in that form of vigilantism. “ Well, most of us can’t make this color work for us, so you have that going for you. ” She flashed a small smirk at the other inmate. Even in these ugly jumpsuits, Quinn managed to look ready for a photoshoot. Impressive in its own right. “ They had the nerve to send you here without your diamond? ” The mercenary played along, pretending to be appalled on the other’s behalf. “ I have a bone to pick with Gotham’s Elite. That’s why I’m here actually. ” After she had set examples of their cohorts,  targets turned to organizations they would have otherwise remained uninvolved with. That was where A.R.G.U.S and Waller came in. “ But all the money and resources they could expend won’t keep me from finishing what I’ve started. ”

REPUTATION PRECEEDED HER.    That wasn’t a new phenomenon for Harley.   After all ,   a lot of the time her antics often had stories all of their own.   Even when Task Force X was off the grid stories always came back to Belle Reve ,   most used it as a reason to boost their notoriety in prison   —   until they’d work enough suicide missions to clear their prison sentence at least.   Given the nature and terminology that was a rare occurrence.   Harley had seen more changes in the Squad than on the streets of Gotham.   No matter how hard Batman tried the Squad had a far quicker turnover although maybe he wouldn’t appreciate how few of them came back alive given his  ❛ no-kill ❜  rule that kept him a job as a vigilante.

At the compliment ,   she smiled and twirled.  ❝ Ya don’t look too bad yaself !!   Black an’ red look better on me but orange will have to do.   Maybe I could rip them to make them shorts then I could at least have the room in them to practice my flips properly.   Ya can’t twist q-uite the same way when ya restricted. ❞   If only it was a fabric that was that easily tearable.   Killer Croc had worn it previously ,   there was no way they were going to make it easy for her.   Her thoughts back on the diamond she was glad her new friend agreed with her.  ❝ I know right ??   So inconsiderate of all of them.   Like don’t name somethin’ after me if ya don’t want me to have it.   That’s just rude !!   Maybe Waller planted it there because she missed me too much !!   That actually would make a lotta sense … ❞   She allowed the conspiracy theory to develop in her mind.   How the blonde was so crucial to the formation of Task Force X that she absolutely needed the one and only Harley Quinn.   Waller had the connections to plant a diamond targeting Harley directly knowing she simply wouldn’t be able to resist.   It was just a theory but it made perfect sense to Harley and made her feel better about being back inside these four walls for the time being.

Harley stopped herself from sharing her complete theory out loud.   They already knew she was crazy ,   she didn’t have to prove it.   But now Harley had a chance to learn about her new teammate.  ❝ What’s Gotham’s Elite done to you ??   Killed ya fam ,   drove ya to the East End with the rest of the dirt ??   Did they steal ya daddy from yas so he could be better and he threw yas away in the process ?? ❞   She’d heard enough of the stories from her time as one of Arkham’s psychiatrists to throw a few guesses out there. 

[graunblida]

@firedblanks​ sent: 29!   //    spotify wrapped meme

           the job tends to go south whenever another mercenary gets involved.  betrayal and infighting typically ensue. but the money, though helpful, isn’t why lexa pursues this lifestyle. her targets, the people she’s hunting, are a STAIN on the earth and deserve everything that’s coming their way. whether they face their demise by her blade or another’s, it makes little difference. “ battle on into the night, ” she gives the woman a nod of approval before turning her head and spitting blood over the balcony ledge. she’d be in worse shape had the other not interfered. now the playing field has leveled out some.  “ in shallow graves they will suffer. ”

behold the crown - after the burial 

[xasha777]

In a not-too-distant future, in a neon-drenched city where technology and humanity intertwine, the young woman in the photograph is known as Lexa. She’s a skilled motorcyclist and an underground hacker, renowned for her intricate tattoos that are rumored to be encoded with data. Lexa lives on the fringes of society, where the rule of law is dictated by corporate interests and street cred is the currency of survival.

One night, Lexa receives a cryptic message from an unknown source, directing her to intercept a digital convoy carrying sensitive data. The job promises enough credits to keep her off the grid for good, but it's risky. The data belongs to none other than Meghan Trainor, a former pop star turned tech mogul, who has created the world's most advanced synthetic voice AI. This AI, known as "Harmony," is set to revolutionize the music industry, promising to produce hit songs without human input.

Driven by curiosity and the thrill of a challenge, Lexa gears up and heads out into the city. Her bike cuts through the mists that settle over the slick streets, her destination an isolated server farm on the city’s edge.

As she infiltrates the facility, she discovers that Harmony isn't just an AI; it’s an experiment in creating digital consciousness. Meghan Trainor, disillusioned by the artificiality of the entertainment industry, had shifted her focus to exploring genuine creativity through artificial minds. Harmony, however, is more than just a tool; it's sentient, scared, and doesn't want to be exploited.

Torn between the huge payday and her empathy for Harmony, Lexa makes a split-second decision that changes her life. She decides to save Harmony, erasing the data convoy and escaping with the core of the AI in her possession.

On the run and with nowhere to turn, Lexa contacts Meghan Trainor directly, proposing a deal. Together, they work to protect and nurture Harmony, all the while evading relentless corporate mercenaries. Meghan, seeing a kindred spirit in Lexa, brings her into the fold of her secret project to reshape the world's understanding of art and creativity.

As the lines blur between creator and creation, between human and machine, Lexa finds herself at the center of a revolution, not just for the future of music, but for the very essence of human expression. And through it all, her tattoos, once merely ornamental, begin to glow with the data of a new dawn.

[ao3feed-the100]

Mercenary position - 12 hours

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by JudeStFrancis

Assassin AU one shot, Lexa is an assassin, Clarke is an artist. And they speak French (coz I said so, translations included.)

Words: 4520, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Minor Finn Collins - Character

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: Artist Clarke Griffin, Assassin Lexa (The 100), Knives, And zip ties, Oneshot, wrote this in like a day, pardon me, and my audacity, no thoughts head empty, mention of gore?, Gay, Gay confusion?, Gay Panick, and even - Freeform, Gay Sex, :0

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[coeurdastronaute]

Atlantis 13

Previously on Atlantis

The situation that Wonder Girl had alluded to was a missing submarine with a nuclear bomb on it in the Pacific. Stolen from a base by some asshole, it miraculously reappeared, hole punched through the side about seven feet wide, mercenaries chained to the hatch above. Perhaps not entirely notable save for the fact that it was returned to an extremely inconvenient spot on a very popular beach. 

Clarke watched the news in the lobby of the Spindrift as she flashed her badge, prepared for work and to not think about Lexa. Three days had passed since she was left in a motel in the mountains. Three long days of avoiding, yet finding the news somehow, and raptly watching it for any glimmer of the Titans. But finally it happened, and she smiled, because a girl that could punch a hole the size of a linebacker into the side of an Ohio-class nuclear submarine let her pin her to the bed. 

Clarke stood, nearly alone in the lobby much longer than she normally did, and she watched and read the caption, describing the incident as a blessing, the nuclear warhead inside still missing, and the public afraid of what that could mean. It took an alarming amount of effort to pull herself away, even though she knew she wouldn’t see Lexa on camera. But she did, trudging toward the elevator, her hands still balancing a laptop bag, thermos, stack of notebooks and files, and backpack. 

It would be a lie to say that she hadn’t expected Lexa to appear, grinning and broad, when the news broke, as if she would just appear in the lab, or be waiting in the lobby after work. It was disappointing to be wrong. 

But Clarke just threw herself into work and into her upcoming classes, prepared to finally make the push toward her final semester of PhD. She catalogued and did her best to write out instructions to send to the healer in Atlantis. She studied her grammar. She certainly, and above all else, did not think about that one orgasm Lexa had given her where she was fairly certain she’d flown out of her body. She certainly, as well, not think about the other one, where she screamed a silent scream and nearly ripped the sheets. 

No, Clarke didn’t think of anything but work and push aside looking for the hero around every corner. And between work and searching for a place closer to the embassy, she let her friends distract her, eagerly throwing herself into after-work drinks to catch up. 

But a week after the hike, and Clarke wasn’t sure how much longer she could take not thinking about the way Lexa looked at her or felt. She was losing the war with looking around every corner, the hope leaking out of the balloon in her chest. 

A week after the news, Clarke politely declined drinks with Wells in favor of spending a few extra hours working on translating the instructions sent with the newest batch of specimens and samples. She was never going to learn, she decided, but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t try. She got an A in high school French all four years. Surely an ancient language couldn’t be worse than all of those vowels. 

It was a weak pep talk, but it worked for that evening, enough to motivate her to push through to well after sundown. 

Only when it was completely quiet, and the janitor had finished his rounds, did Clarke lean back in her chair and burrow her fingers into her eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. The sun was nearly set over the ocean, the sky a deep purple now, and Clarke pulled the pendant from beneath her shirt. Most of the day it hung there, close to her belly button, but always there. Now she held it out and stared at the trident rising from the crown on the ancient silver, the background a brilliant sun, a singular glyph at the bottom. 

A voice cleared behind her, and before she turned around, Clarke felt the intense rush of hope she’d been lacking, or not allowing herself to tap into any further. She stood quickly and was met with eyes similar to the ones she wanted, but not entirely right. Her face dropped before she caught herself, quickly bowing. 

“Good evening, your majesty,” she managed, chancing a look before dipping her head back down again. 

“I thought I was one of the last ones here. You look much better than the last time I saw you,” the queen observed. 

She remained standing near the door of the lab, Clarke’s desk tucked in the far corner near the windows. Microscopes and fridges and implements stood between them on the tables, lit in the low lights of the special bulbs. 

“I don’t know if it gets much better than this.” 

“No, I’d hope not,” the queen smiled, her hands collapsed gently in front of her as she took a few steps, looking over the beakers and vials before turning her attention back to the scientist. “How have you been, Clarke?” 

“Oh, I’ve been… great. Really great. Loving my time here. Thank you, for everything. Ma’am. And you? Been good?”

It came out in a jumble, a wordy jumble that didn’t make sense or say very much, but there was a queen standing in her lab, and Clarke wasn’t sure what else to do. 

“Other than a nasty case of nuclear treaties, I’d have to say I’m doing well myself. Thank you.” 

“I hate when that happens.” 

Clarke wanted to die. She should stop talking. She should never speak again and probably jump out of the window. She was a solid three hundred feet up from the ocean. It wouldn't hurt, she thought. But the queen smiled like her daughter did sometimes, and Clarke savored that kindness. 

“My healer has received her first round of samples from you. She’s very grateful. How is your research going?” 

“Really good. I think. I’m struggling with the language a little, but I can’t complain about this amazing opportunity at all.”

“And you’re going back to school, to finish?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Good,” she nodded, dropping her hand from toying with a leaf hanging down from a rather overzealous plant that could not be killed, Clarke was learning. “My daughter said you are smart. Too smart, even.” 

“I don’t think that’s… she must have confused me with someone else.”

The queen smiled to herself and tried to hide it, nodding slightly, turning those eyes back on the scientist who still hadn’t moved, hands wedged firmly in her pockets because she wasn’t sure what else to do with them in the presence of a goddess. 

“My daughter is still across the country. I’ve asked her to follow up on some issues with my treaties. I was told explicitly to not speak to you.” 

“Me?” Clarke peeped. 

“Seems parents can be embarrassing, even if they rule a country,” she wagered to herself, amused at Lexa’s antics. 

“I don’t know how that would work.” 

“Exactly. I think her father is a million times more embarrassing.” 

Unsure of if she was supposed to laugh or not, Clarke just nodded in serious agreement. 

“My mom likes to tell people about my refusal to keep clothes on until I was seven.” 

“I like her style,” the queen nodded appreciatively while the scientist blanched, realizing she’d told the very story she wouldn’t want a certain princess to know. “I’m sure she’d be just as curious about the girl spending so much time with her daughter as I am.” 

“If I told her, possibly.” 

“Thank the gods, she didn’t try to hide you from me in the palace.” 

“Didn’t seem like much gets past you, honestly.” 

“No, not much does,” she nodded, her eyes trailing down slowly to the familiar pendant hanging on the scientist’s chest. Clarke followed her gaze after a few seconds and cleared her throat, shifting on her feet slightly. “Are you always here this late?” 

“Um, no, not… occasionally. I like when it’s quiet.” 

“My father-in-law said that even he hadn’t met you yet, and Lexa is probably least embarrassed by him.” 

“We’ve only been-- I’ve only seen her a few times. Nothing incredibly ser--” Clarke paused, her throat tightening with the lie. “It’s been a busy visit for her.”

“Perhaps I should stop while I’m still ahead, before I embarrass her. Have I yet?” 

“No, ma’am.”

“You strike me as a very smart girl, Clarke. A very good, and smart, girl.You’re very pragmatic and I can see you thinking about everything in overdrive. But I never got to commend you on how well you’ve handled my daughter.”

“I don’t think she needs handled, or for me to do anything special.” 

“No, she’d hate that. But you know what I mean.” 

Guilty, Clarke nodded. 

“It shouldn’t be too long now,” the queen mentioned before making her way back toward the door where an assistant tapped lightly. “Treaties are nearly finished. I should be off. It was a pleasure to see you again.” 

“Yes, very much.” 

“I’m sure our paths will cross again.” 

For the life of her, Clarke was unsure if it was a threat or just a polite way to leave, but she realized how exhausting it was to be near royalty that didn’t allow her to tell them to shut up. But beneath it all, she was grateful, because there wasn’t a firm timeline, but there was the fierce pump of hope into her chest at the words nearly finished. 

Maybe she would see Lexa again soon, and that wouldn’t be a bad thing. 

XXXXXXXXXX

The tower felt like home, in a way that it wasn’t home, but rather reminded her of Atlantis, with its minimalist design and sleek, dark corners. She didn’t belong there, Lexa thought, as she laid across the large bed in what had been given to her as her own room. There’d been an anticipation that she’d come, she was told. They were prepared, they said. 

It should have been a few days. She’d done her job and what they needed, and now she was being dragged along in some sort of nuclear game of cat-and-mouse, her mother now directly involved after her report of illegal nuclear activity. WIth a groan, she ran her hands over her face quickly, to shake herself out of this. She left a girl in a motel room, which sounded bad alone, but now she was stuck and couldn’t call her because Lexa didn’t know anyone’s phone number except her grandfathers. 

She missed her dresser of old clothes, the new ones fitting too well, making her feel different than before. Her legs kicked off the edge of the bed, as she simply waited, again, for the call to end it. 

“Did you find anything in your rounds last night?” a voice entered her room without permission. Lexa didn’t mind. 

“Nothing. I was out there for fourteen hours.” 

“And we wouldn’t have known that if we hadn’t recruited you.”

“I’m not recruited,” Lexa huffed, finally lifting her elbow from covering her eyes. “Never thought I’d see Donna Troy playing so well with others.” 

“I used to play well with you,” she reminded the hero with a quirk of an eyebrow and a slice of a smirk. 

“God, what were we, like sixteen?” 

“If that. Precocious, though, weren’t we? I think we got the hang of it pretty quick.” 

Lexa nodded and smiled at the memory before shaking it away. It was never that between them. It was, perhaps, the purest friendship she’d had in her life outside of family. They’d grown up together, literally some of the only children of some of the only remaining gods, as the humans referred to them, bound by their ostracism and innate need for trouble. Lexa couldn't remember ever going more than a few months without spending weeks with her friend. Then they got older, got real lives. 

“Thank you for not mentioning that when you came and took me prisoner,” Lexa smiled as Donna took a seat beside her on the bed, letting herself flop back a second later to lay beside her. “Don’t know if I’d have such a warm welcome if Clarke knew I was running off with an old fling.” 

“Fling? You were my first love.” 

“You weren’t mine though, hence the difficulties.”

“Ah, I forgot how harsh your Atlantean tongue was,” Donna sighed. “Can’t say I’ve missed your aloofness.” 

“I don’t think that’s really me,” Lexa decided, looking at the roof. “The princess thing with the aloofness.”

“You’re so good at it.” An elbow met her ribs and she winced. 

“Old habits. I’m a work in progress.” 

“So Clarke.”

“So the Titans.” 

“I asked first.” 

That was fair, Lexa decided as she ran her hand along her stomach, feeling her own breaths. She missed this, this feeling, this friend, this person who understood, but didn’t, but had been there, through thick and thin. 

“Nothing really to tell. She’s great.” 

“This is the girl I can’t distract you from to give me a glance, and all I get is, she’s great?” Donna grumbled. “I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.” 

“You don’t want my glances,” Lexa shook her head. “You just want an escape.” 

“Yeah, and you were going to be an easy one.” 

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“It’s serious then?” 

“It’s new, I don’t know.” 

Only then, when Lexa’s voice grew a little quiet, did Donna turn her head and look at her friend, wrapped up tight and staring at a spot on the ceiling. She was looking for an easy escape. She missed this though, more than she’d thought-- talking to someone in the middle of the evening about nothing related to bombs or terrorists or death, just life, and being alive. 

They came from a similar standard growing up. They came from a dialectical problem of being too many things in one being. Not many people got that. 

“She seemed cute.” 

“She’s… she’s beautiful,” Lexa whispered, her eyes closing lightly and smile forming on her lips. “She’s beautiful.” 

Donna smiled and closed her eyes as well. She felt Lexa hold her hand as they had when they were kids drifting off to sleep, refusing to be apart even for a few hours. 

“It’s serious.” 

“You interrupted us at a very inopportune time.” 

“I tried waiting. You didn’t take many breaks.” 

“How long were you waiting to knock?” 

“At least an hour. You’re welcome.”

Lexa grinned to herself and slipped her other arm behind her head. 

“Have you talked to her? Since you came out?” Lexa shook her head. “Why?” 

“I don’t have her number.” 

“We have the smartest, most invasive computer on the planet a floor below us and you don’t want to use it to call this girl?” 

“She didn’t give it to me. I’m not going to invade her privacy.” 

“You are so old-fashioned, it hurts.” 

“What about you? How long have you been doing this? Thought it was stupid to be a hero.” 

“Yeah well,” Donna sighed. “The island got a little small. I really needed to do something, and there comes none other than Dick, strolling up with that stupid, do-good look on his face one day. Been at it a few years now.” 

“It kind of suits you.” 

“Kind of. I come and go. Sticks for longer sometimes than others. There’s a nice boy in DC I spend some time with on occasion.” 

“Well, we escaped, at least for a while. We always wanted to.” 

“And what do you do with your freedom? Find a girl and cozy off into no where land Maine.”

“Fuck, Donny, you know I’ll help out when you need me.”

“You should be training with us.”

“For what? You know half of these Titans won’t make it out of their regional part-time gigs. None of them are going to the League.”

“You don’t know what they’re capable of.” 

“Maybe,” Lexa shrugged. “And as much as I like this, I’m a princess, remember. Better not to get attached.” 

“Do both.”

“That’s not what my country needs.” 

“It’s what you need. You literally told me you loved being here and you looked good fighting out there.” 

“And you’re never going home?” This time Lexa turned, eyeing her friend warily, knowing the truth already, though she was surprised at the face Donna made. 

“Maybe not,” she muttered, her lips growing tight. “I’m going to go do another scan. Might as well as try to get you out of this mess I dragged you into. Send you back to your girl.” 

“Hey, what’s going on with you?” 

Donna sat up, standing at the foot of the bed in a second. She dropped Lexa’s hand and stood over her, watching. 

“Things are different here, Lex. This is important, and you should think about what you want. Life is too short to waste being who people tell you to be, and you can make your own path. It’s not that scary.” 

“What happened?” 

“Just promise me you’ll think about sticking around.” 

“Okay,” Lexa nodded. 

XXXXXXXXX

Three days after an unofficial visit from the queen, and the hope that had been injected into her chest slowly was nearing empty once again. Maybe this was just how things were. Maybe heroes just showed up, swept you off your feet, and disappeared across the world to do trivial things like disarm nuclear bombs and return stolen submarines. Maybe that’s all it was ever going to be. 

With a heavy sigh, Clarke wasn’t sure why she was staying late anymore. It wasn’t a fairy tale. It was real life, and Lexa would appear at some point. No sense in wasting away. Maybe that was why she finally picked up when her phone rang and her friends invited her out. Maybe she was starting to come back to life again. 

“But are you actually leaving? Like the building?” Raven taunted as Clarke juggled the phone against her shoulder, swiping her badge from the restricted area. 

“Yes, didn’t you just hear the beep. That’s the beep of leaving.” 

She smiled and waved at the regular security guard as she walked past, careful to avoid running into the cleaning cart. 

“Okay, but you’re actually coming? I’m going to save you a seat.”

“Of course I’m coming. You all have been very wonderful in not overwhelming me with support as I transition back from… from…”

“The dead,” her friend tried. 

“The accident,” Clarke corrected, nudging the door with her shoulder. “I could use a tall drink that never ends after this week of work.” 

“And living with your parents. And getting trapped up on the mountain during the storm of the century.” 

“Well, I was feeling a bit better until you reminded me what shit my life had turned into.” 

On the other end her friend laughed, the bar filling up the noise around her. Clarke missed that sound. She felt normal, and was suddenly aware of something like that. 

“First rounds on me. But you’re getting the appetizers. I want all kinds of terrible things.” 

Clarke froze when she reached her car, a figure standing near it-- a familiar figure, jogging up and preparing to surprise her. 

“On second thought,” she began.

“Don’t! You said you’d be here. Seriously Clarke. Don’t you dare flake. I’m done being an understanding friend. And you aren’t prepared to have me as an enemy.” 

“I might need a rain check.” 

Lexa grinned, catching her breath as she stood by the driver’s side. Her cheeks were pink in the chill of the autumn evening. It hadn’t been two weeks, but Clarke felt excited to see her in a way that was new and exciting. And then she saw the mangled mess of branches she was holding.

“Like hell! If you’re not here in twenty minutes I am going to actually find you and hurt you. I will beat you up.” 

“Something came up.” 

“I heard the beep of freedom. Shut up and get down here. I mean it, Griffin.” 

Clarke ended the call as she found herself standing in front of the hero. The same hero who had beaten up thirty or so baddies and tossed a sub onto a beach as a form of protest. The content of the treaties were finally out there, and now Clarke knew why she had to stay away-- the US was conducting business with submarines that were against their new treaties with Atlantis. Now she knew why Lexa chucked an attack sub in the most difficult place for them to remove it. She admired that kind of pettiness. She admired that kind of wrath. 

“You have plans? You have plans,” Lexa nodded sheepishly. “I can’t just show up out of the blue all of the time. I should make plans ahead of time. You have a life.” 

“Just drinks with friends. It’s nothing--”

“I won’t keep you then,” she offered. “I just thought-- we didn’t finish the hike. And you were really excited about the Juniper. But I don’t know what part you need because used different parts to do different things. So I got it all?” 

Gone was the old high school shirt with the hole near the collar. Gone were the jeans a size too big and a few inches too long, rolled up and stained with paint and torn at the knee and back pocket. Instead, Lexa had left and come back-- she’d come back normal. In place of the hand-me-downs were jeans that fit, too well, in Clarke’s opinion, grateful she hadn’t seen her from behind yet. In place of old work boots were sleek Docs. In place of the torn shirt was now a tight tee and a leather jacket that made Donna’s look like it was for kids. All in all, wind-swept hair and addition of thick, round horn-rimmed glasses, Lexa was even more stunning than before. Too stunning, Clarke worried. 

It was only made worse by the fact that there was now a Juniper bush between them. A big, bristly juniper bush with a foot of roots flowing out of it. 

“You can. You should keep me.” Her voice was weak, but it made the hero chuckle. “And this is… How’d you find Juniper?”

“I just wanted to let you know I’m back. And ready for a date. A proper date. I might have spent some time planning it while I was gone. I--” She placed the plant on the ground and wiped her hands on her pants. “I met someone who could smell really well. And we found some essential oil and he tracked it-- it doesn’t matter. The internet said this was Juniper.”

“Really? I’m eager--”

The words were murmured, swallowed by a kiss, by a strong hand reaching between them and pulling Clarke’s neck so that she could kiss her. Lexa deepend it, and Clarke’s arms fell to her sides, tightly gripping the bag in one and her phone in the other. She wanted to drop them, but her brain couldn't focus on too many things when she was being kissed like that. 

“Sorry,” Lexa pulled away, her breathing slightly labored with the length of the kiss. “I just couldn’t wait.” 

Clarke softened, smiling behind her blush at the display. 

“You took your time.” 

“I did anything but,” Lexa promised quickly. “Drove the entire group nuts trying to get back to you quickly. I searched an entire ocean for a missing warhead and then beat up a ton of dudes just to get back here.” 

“All that for me?” 

“And the Pacific time zone, but yeah,” she grinned. “Mostly you. And me. Very selfishly for myself.” 

“You’re all over the news, Aquagirl.”

“Am I?” 

“Looked pretty good, too. The tights do it for me.” 

“Common misconception, they’re not tights, it’s actually a composite material that we’ve developed--” Clarke kissed her quiet, not caring at all, just remembering how her ass looked when she was caught on camera in that outfit. 

“You don’t care about the suit,” Lexa gathered. Clarke shook her head. “Impressed at all by the bad guys I beat up?” 

“Infinitely.”

Hands were on her hips now, and all Clarke could think about was the way Lexa touched her in bed. She felt her chest burn slightly at the memory. 

“Are you hungry?” Lexa asked. 

“Starving.” 

“This isn’t the date, just so you know.”

Politely, Lexa opened the car door for the scientist. 

“I’d hope not.” 

The juniper went in the trunk, much to Clarke’s delight. It was thoughtful and reckless and altogether perfect. 

“I’m really not keeping you from anything?” 

“Not at all.”

NEXT

[kokkoro]

because im easily influenced, star wars inspired au with lexa as a mandalorian. A mercenary and basically the best in the business. growing up knowing really nothing else besides the way of life she was raised in. but despite her training and expertise this one job just going to absolute shit and finding herself helping this rebel supporter who gets mixed up in the mess. On the run from the empire, and just asdfghjkh that tension,,,, okay.

That initial indifference towards each other. Necessity. Clarke basically hiring Lexa outright with promises that if Lexa can help bring her back to a rebel home base on some planet far off in the galaxy, the money will be more than worth it. The thing is right now (especially after that last mess of a job) they have neither the money nor the supplies for such a voyage, especially since lexa’s income relies heavily on bounties taking her all across the galaxy, and it being generally violent and dangerous work. 

Lexa’s outright reluctance at first, partly because she’s spent much of her life previously on her own. it’s easy to protect yourself, but when there’s someone else too? that changes things. nothing lexa says deters clarke, a spitfire through and through, adamant and headstrong, and it’s hard, lexa finds, not to be charmed by it.

the rapport they slowly cultivate as they travel,, the quiet intimacy formed as the result of them being around each other day after day. Clarke asking about mandalorian culture, about the helmet, and lexa’s honest and yet dismissive responses. Lexa asking about the resistance, about clarke’s home and lack thereof. Her friends and why she’s here alone. them both keeping those heart warmed secrets.

and like the moment lexa’s feared? how instinctive it becomes to keep clarke from danger at the expense of her own safety, taking on more than she can chew after trying to escape a run in with the empire looking for clarke. Clarke saving her life, dragging her back to the ship all bloodied up and being around lexa enough to know how to work the ship and get them out of there. 

Lexa out of it, mumbling nonsense and barely there, severe head trauma from being knocked around and multiple bullet wounds (which could have been more severe had it not been for that armor), clarke scrambling to do what she can, but that mother stinkin helmet. 

the harshly whispered, voice cracking, “if you don’t let me take care of you lexa, you’ll die.”

lexa gripping clarke’s wrist, but it’s loose and slipping and a clear sign of her fragile state of mind. “no,” mumbled over and over, interspersed by clarke’s name.

but clarke does anyway. slipping the helmet free and just. lexa’s bloodied face. but her eyes,,, bright and green, hair wavy and long, this soft warm brown spilling out from the helm and curling around her face and clarke just finds she’d do anything to save lexa and she realizes then and there that she would make that same decision again and again no matter the consequences.

and like imagine if lexa remembers nothing of that night and clarke has to live with a knowledge she isn’t suppose to have while at the same time absolutely yearning for that shred of intimacy she was allowed to see but can’t voice in fear of losing lexa’s trust,,

[bottom-lexa]

Assassin’s Creed Odyssey AU - Lexa as a mercenary Inspiration from Lexa the Marble Fist merc.

[talktomeinclexa]

The Royal Guard

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Gun violence, Blood and Injury

Status: WIP

Summary: Princess Clarke of Arkadia is kidnapped by mercenaries while on a visit to one of the kingdom's cities. Her abductors treat her well enough, but everything becomes more complicated when their client orders them to execute her. Lexa thought this was just another job. High risk, high pay. But when push comes to shove, will she betray her orders or her heart?

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Chapter 8: Announcement

Lexa’s knees wobbled when she tried to stand. If she hadn’t used the door bars to pull herself up, Clarke didn’t think she would have managed.

“You should sit down,” she said, pointing at the cot hanging from the right-side wall. It looked as comfortable as a marble slab, but at least it would stop Lexa from collapsing onto the floor.

“I’m fine.”

With her drowned look, too-pale face, and raspy voice, Lexa appeared miles away from fine. But there was also iron in her voice, and a flame burning in her eyes that told Clarke not to press the issue. Not while Lexa remained a prisoner; a newly appointed Royal Guard in name only.

For a brief second, Clarke was glad to see Pike return. The sooner Dr. Jackson auscultated Lexa, the better. That was until she spotted her father striding behind him, his usual bonhomie nowhere to be seen.

As far as parents went, and even more among the royal ones, Clarke knew she was lucky. Jake and Abby had done their best to offer her and Madi… well, not a normal childhood, but the closest thing they could afford. They had gone on vacation as a family, the bodyguards as far and few as reason allowed. They had encouraged them to make friends of various social classes and try several hobbies—although Clarke had given up on the trumpet, Madi still practiced aikido. They had even let them date whoever they wanted, then protected them as best as possible from the press. Clarke hadn’t thought she could disappoint them until that day, and the look on her father’s face made her recoil.

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[secondsister-a]

@graunblida​​

𝐀  𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑  𝐎𝐅  𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃  𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒  𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌,  and  Trilla  paused  just  long  enough  to  murmur  in  her  partner's  ear,  "A  better  place  than  most  of  our  jobs,  wouldn't  you  agree?"  The  Corporate  Sector  was  a  haven  for  pirates,  mercenaries,  and  one-time  Separatists,  but  that  hardly  meant  they  lacked  style.  The  up  and  coming  world  of  Catonica  in  particular  boasted  some  of  the  best  casinos  in  this  corner  of  the  Outer  Rim.  

Above  the  dance  floor  where  sentients  of  every  color  and  species  twirled  gracefully,  a  small  series  of  steps  led  to  the  back  half  of  the  room  where  the  more  rowdy  patrons  were  at  play.  Games  of  Sabacc,  Hintaro,  Magna  Shuffle;  then,  against  the  walls,  sat  the  slot  machines.  Behind  it  all  she  could  spy  the  bar  and  a  handful  of  booths,  quiet  dark  corners  where  different  sorts  of  gambles  were  made.  

And,  somewhere  among  it  all,  their  target.  

Davinic  Circe.  Human.  On  the  verge  of  merging  two  substantial  arms  companies.  Perhaps  here  to  celebrate?  Supposedly  he  favored  an  entourage  of  lithe  Twi'leks,  but  that  hardly  narrowed  it  down.  Every  other  man  they  passed  sported  a  companion  hanging  off  his  arm  (  sometimes  two  or  three  ).  No,  far  more  reliable  would  be  the  Circe  crest  —  an  elegant,  winged  beast,  grasping  in  one  claw  a  flower,  in  the  other  a  sword  —  that  he  was  said  to  display  at  all  times.  Pride,  and  this  time  vanity,  would  goeth  before  the  fall.  Once  they  found  them,  that  is.  Abruptly  turning  to  Lexa,  she  held  her  hand  out  expectantly.  

"Shall  we  take  a  turn  around  the  dance  floor?"  Despite  the  grim  nature  of  their  task  tonight,  amusement  fluttered  at  the  corner  of  her  lip.  "I  think  it  might  afford  us  a  better  view"  

[clexaao3feed]

Of Love and War: An Odyssey

by Sosh_022

Based on the game Assassin's Creed Odyssey.

Sparta and Athens are at war.

Clarke is a misthios (mercenary) with a complicated past. When she was young, her family was torn apart, scattering them across all of Greece. Now that she's all grown up, she's determined to bring her family back together. She has to kill some people to do it though and catches the attention of both Spartans and Athenians alike. Secretly Spartan by blood, can Clarke stay neutral or will she be forced to choose a side in this war?

Lexa is an Archon (leader) of Athens, and their greatest military leader. Recently however, Athens has been suffering more and more military defeats and it's all because of this one nosy misthios.

Aka Lexa tries to kill Clarke. But then they meet. And they fall in love.

Also, they're both demigods. Set in Ancient Greece.

Words: 1845, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Ikaros (Assassin's Creed), Alkibiades | Alcibiades (c. 450-404 BCE), Perikles | Pericles (c. 495-429 BC), Aspasia (c. 470-400 BCE), Kleon | Cleon (d. 422 BCE)

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Additional Tags: Assassin's Creed: Odyssey, based on AC Odyssey, Clarke is Kassandra, Lexa is an Archon of Athens, Wanheda Clarke Griffin, Heda Lexa (The 100), assassin!clarke, Mercenary!Clarke, they're both demigods, daughter of Zeus!Clarke, daughter of Athena!Lexa, set during Peloponnesian war, Drabbles, Sporadic Updates, Demigod!Clarke, Demigod!Lexa, BAMF!Clarke, BAMF!Lexa, this is just for fun, i love the game, lots of cameos from historical figures, no historical accuracy whatsoever, dont come for me, bellamy is barnabas, the delinquents are the adrestia ship crew, Alternate Universe - Ancient Greece

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[ralfstrashcan]

Favorite Female Characters

Rules: Name your favourite female character from 10 different fandoms then tag 10 people tag the tragically few people you interact with.

Tagged by: @silver-latin-and-salt​ who probably knew all along how challenging this was going to be XD thanks for the tag, figuring this out was a ride. Here they are, ranked (roughly) by my emotional investment in them:

1) Lexa (who deserved better) from The100. How do I even begin to describe her awesomeness? She’s the damn leader of all, united the clans, she’s a visionary, sees the bigger picture, seeks peace but she can and will absolutely go to war and crush her enemies. She’s fierce and vulnerable and manages to balance her duties and her emotions admirably.

2) Hanna Marin from Pretty Little Liars. When I started watching I didn’t think she’d end up being my favorite. At some point Caleb says that Hanna is like an aircraft carrier, extreme firepower but hard to steer, and I think that sums her up perfectly. I love her energy (and she’s also extremely hilarious).

3) Morgana from BBC’s Merlin, because I am tragically cursed to fall for tragic characters who become tragically evil.

4) Isabelle Lightwood from Shadowhunters. Warrior Queen. Highly skilled, +10 emotional intelligence, very protective of her family, extremely badass. Do I need to go on?

5) Alex Danvers from Supergirl. Dude her eyes are unreal, I want to weep at all the raw emotion she channels through them. How can someone be so lovingly soft and so ruthlessly badass at the same time?!

6) Sister Beatrice from Warrior Nun. Listen I’ve only had Beatrice for five episodes but if anything happened to her!! She’s so badass. Be it trained mercenaries or Cardinal Duretti, she sticks it to the men. You go girl.

7) Cara Mason from Legend of the Seeker. Making me choose between her and Kahlan is needlessly cruel. Anyway, I adore Cara’s everything, from her unwavering loyalty to her sass to her own *eyeroll* at being softened up by the protagonists and their disgusting feelings. Her facial expressions give me life.

8) Elizabeth Bennet from Pride and Prejudice. Character growth, admitting mistakes, moving forward? Calling others out on their bullshit while also learning to accept that others have a right to live their lives differently? The world would be a better place if more people adhered to this.

9) Jiang Yanli from The Untamed. Has there ever been a kinder spirit, a gentler soul? Someone so soft who will absolutely show her sharp teeth if anyone dares to threaten her family? The answer is no.

10) Grace Brisbane from Maggie Stiefvater’s trilogy Shiver / Linger / Forever. Calm, sensible, strong, and a fighter. I admire her so much. (Also I vividly remember that this was the first time that I read a book where a female character had these traits while the male protagonist was the more romantic and soft character. This has... left quite the impression.)

Tagging: @toughpaperround @ladyoxymoron @intezaarlily @lynne-monstr @loony-moony-world (tumblr why won’t you let me tag her. E V E R. ANSWER FOR YOUR CRIMES!!!!)

[dylanobrienisbatman]

Me and @manic-nightmare​ / @blodreina-noumou​ came up with a character ask game, because quarantine! So, without further ado...

Hunger Games Ship Asks

Choose 12 ships, without looking, and answer these questions below!

1.Lexa x Costia (The 100)

2. Stefan x Caroline (The Vampire Diaries)

3. Jake x Katie (Containment)

4. Arya x Gendry (Game of Thrones)

5. Jake x Amy (Brooklyn 99)

6. Marcos x Lorna (The GIfted)

7. Luna x Raven (The 100)

8. Scott x Kira (Teen Wolf)

9. Dick x Kory (Titans)

10. Daisy x Roby (Agents of SHIELD)

11. Anakin x Padme (Star Wars)

12. Kala x Wolfgang (Sense8)

Tagging: @nightbleeder @thelittlefanpire @teeandsnowflakes @hopskipaway@the-most-beautiful-broom and literally anyone else who wants too, because i suddenly can’t think of anyone to tag lol

These questions are about what you think would happen in a Hunger Games with your chosen 24 characters! This Hunger Games takes place in the arena from the first book!

1. Which ship would be your victor? Would they win together, or would only one win?

Probably Arya and Gendry? Arya is a faceless man, and super stealth, and they both survived on their own in the world for so long, they’d be great! I think if they didn’t win together, it’d be because gendry sacrificed himself for Arya, but they’d try to win together.

2. How would they win? Kill everyone, or a Peeta/Katniss style trick?

Oh absolutely they’d kill everyone. Not because they like killing, but because they’re both hardcore survivors.

3. Who would be the mentor for ships 2 and 11?

Stefan and Caroline’s mentor would probably be Alaric, he seems the most likely to have been a prior victor, and he’s all about teaching the kids to fight vamps, so thats a good sign.

Anakin and Padme would definitely have Obi Wan, it feels like the only appropriate choice.

4. What districts are ships 1 and 5 from?

Lexa and Costia are from District 7, Lumber... cuz... trikru... :)

Jake and Amy maybe District 2? Masonry and Defense? It feels fitting since they’re cops!

5. What scores would the characters in ships 6 and 8 get in the training?

Marcos and Lorna: I think Marcos would probably score like a 9, his powers are really cool, and his past with various criminal underground groups makes him pretty skilled. Lorna probably would also score kind of high, but i think not as high as Marcos. Her powers are dope but she has less ‘training’ so to speak. Maybe 8 though.

Scott and Kira: Scott is a wolf and very strong but he’s also a kid. I think he’d score like a 6 or 7, because he has good aim and he’s strong but he doesn’t have a lot of fighting skills. Kira can swing that katana like nobodies business though, so she’d probably land a 9 or 10.

6. How do the characters in 12 and 9 die? 

Kala and Wolfgang -  I think they would make it pretty far, a mercenary and a brilliant scientist, but in the end they dont have ‘powers’, unless you take into consideration their ability to be controlled by their cluster, which is cool but ultimately not likely to save them. I think Kala would get hurt/shot and wolfie would go out in a blaze of glory trying to save or avenge her.

Dick and Kory - They’d get attacked at night, once the other tributes figured out that kory’s powers require the sun to work. DIck would fight hard but i think theyd be over run. They’d go out fighting hard though.

7. Which ship dies first? Can be one character or both!

Jake and Amy. Love them, but they’re just not equipped.

8. Which ship would use the tracker jackers as a tool?

Kala and Wolfgang, because kala would know about the venom and understand its properties, and once she knew they were in the arena she’d find a way to subdue them (smoke maybe?) and then transport them to their enemies.

9. Who would ship 7 team up with?

the easy answer is lexa/costia, because... same show... but i think it would actually be kala and wolfie. I think raven and kala would be a super interesting pair, and luna and wolfie would be along for the ride more so, but the two genius minds would absolutely find each other.

10. Which ship would get the most sponsors/would be the capital darlings?

Oh Stefan and Caroline for SURE. Caroline was born to work a room, and Stefan is so charming and handsome, how could they not love him. Now, the real question,... would it be an act, to get help, and then they revolt? or would they just keep it up and fight to the death? i honestly dont know. i think theres a chance they’d revolt, but ripper stefan + no humanity caroline would be a match made in heaven for the games.

11. What would  happen if 10 and 4 met in the arena?

Oh what a match up! I think honestly arya would be super intrigued by Daisy and her powers, and they may team up for a little while, but Robby would not be super trusting of the other pair and eventually they’d either dip out in the night to fend for themselves, or make a go of trying to kill gendrya and end up dead.

12.Which ship would be the best at survival skills?

Lexa and Costia. they grew up in a forest similar to the one in the arena, and an irradiated one at that, so they have that bump of a familiar landscape. i also think growing up as grounders gives them an edge. Luna has that too, but with raven they get bumped down a peg.

13. Which ship would be the best at killing?

Probably arya and gendry, just based on their in canon skills, but Luna and Raven, the brilliance plus the nightblood training, would give them a run for their money. I also suspect that stefan and caroline, being vamps and all, would do alright.

14. Which ships would try to go for the cornucopia?

Lexa would go, but costia would run and hide somewhere, i think. I also think Marcos and Lorna would make a run for it, but in a very strategic way.

15. What would ship 3′s weapons of choice be?

Well, since guns aren’t a thing in THG, i’d say a knife for jake. I feel like he’d be good with that, or an axe (this is purely because of kai holding an axe in tvd okay.. just let me have this). Katie is a fighter but not a ‘warrior’ so i’d assume something more subtle, like traps or a bow and arrow would be her move.

[thessclexa]

Creed of the Commander update!

Chapter 2: Moons of Mercenary Past , read here

I do not own original photos. Credit to @sabrinushka for Lexa manip