#mine: clarke and lexa

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 44. clarke griffin and commander lexa - the 100

[a-soul-with-no-king]

i'm not her, Clarke

[trikruismybitch]

Clexa Fanfics

Hey guys these are all the Clexa fanfics that i love and wanted to share!

None of these are mine and all of the fics i added are completed works unless stated otherwise

Clexa

A Different Landing by RhinoMouse ****

The drop ship was always going to have problems coming down. Unfortunately for the 100 they ended up in Ice Nation territory where the locals were far less forgiving. With all the wristbands gone and the survivors unable to contact the ark, the ark never came down. Now four years later the surviving members of the 100 have been assimilated into Nia's army. When Lexa calls for the armies of the coalition to march on the mountain Clarke finds herself leading the Ice Nation forces.

[probably one of my favorite Clexa fanfics. The writing, world building, just everything is so well written and interesting. Highly recommend]

Runners From Azgeda by ellaaa25

Clarke and Raven are sisters only one month apart in age. The day before Clarkes 9th birthday, Jaha drops a block of the ship filled with 40 people to save oxygen with no warning. Clarke and Raven are in a pod and land in Azgeda and are taken to Nia. They are beaten, tortured and broken before being trained in the fighting pits of Azgeda to win their freedom as a pair. At age 16, the sisters are still searching for freedom

The Shadow by Clexa1205

Clarke leaves Camp Jaha and ends up getting captured by Azgeda where she comes face to face with Queen Nia and an unexpected enemy. Two years later, after being blackmailed, tortured, and trained, Clarke is forged into the ultimate weapon: an assassin known as the Shadow.

The Ursa & The Heda by SweeTarts151

Spirits are a large part of grounder culture, when Clarke switches places with Finn to spare him his life and get the alliance, something happens that changes her. Changes the way the grounders and her own people look at her. (Warning torture in first chapter)

When a Fallen Star Finds a Home on the ground by LMS (LMS180)

Torn between the hate Clarke felt for this betrayer and old feelings she wished could be forgotten, Clarke made a choice. And before she could live with the consequences of her actions, life pulled her down an unforeseen path. Today the Skai princess’s story is nothing but a distant memory. One long replaced by curious whispers surrounding Azgeda’s mysterious new Heir, Klark. With a new enemy threatening the Coalition’s Western borders, the Commander had no choice but to summon the 13 clans together. As the clans begin to assemble for the upcoming war, many eagerly await the arrival of Azgeda's mysterious Winter Wolf

(my) Destruction Within Your Mouth by KL_Morgan

Clarke loses: her head, her voice, her heart.

Survivals a Fools Errand by Ebozay

Clarke is spared the same fate as her father by being sent to Earth in a drop pod, a metaphorical canary in a coal mine. All in the name of saving what is left of the human race. To her surprise and short lived excitement she finds that the ground is survivable, that she won't burn as soon as the air touches her. But the scarred and brutal people she encounters? Maybe she's a fool to think she could survive life on the ground after all

Where Green Meets Blue by Clexaisbae

Clarke left Camp Jaha, leaving behind a very confused Bellamy. She stumbles through the forest, lost and unsure of what to do but a pair of green eyes pushed her on. At night, after a close encounter with a panther, Clarke was captured by the Ice Nation and now she has to fight her way out, with only a pair of green eyes to guide her out

The White Queen Running by KL_Morgan

Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.

(OR: Soulmates, parallel worlds, and Ice Queen Clarke; oh my. Canon divergent from 2x16.)

Clexa Alternative Universes

Blood (Must have Blood) by LexAlexAU

Hunger Games AU

(Just a) Little of Your Love by M_E_Scribbles

Clarke Griffins back in her hometown and working her dream job, as a detective and the leader of Polis Police Department's Search and Rescue. Then she's told to take the SAR to a local kindergarten class for a safety program.

That's where she meets an interesting young girl who takes to her immediately. When adorable handmade cards start appearing at her desk. She goes to the school to thank the girl and runs into a gorgeous woman who begins to invade her thoughts.

Of Sharp Talons and Sharper Eyes by AlexielMN

Daemon AU & Azgeda!Clarke

A Day In The Life of a Demigod by soshy (Sosh_022)

Demigod AU

[thequietesthing]

yesterday 19/03 has been 10 years since The 100 came out… and i’m like how?? i’m feeling old and at the same time grateful for these 10 years of absolute crazy plot twist, never ending bellarke baiting, beautiful relationships and imaginative ways to destroy each and every world the characters set foot in

[kuekyuuq]

Fanfic Crossover Prompt?

I noticed there are way too few Clexa and Supercorp Crossover Fics...

Just hear me out, k?

Supergirl /DCTV has established parallel worlds and plenty (accidental) ways to end up in an alternative world. Time travel is also very much established (kinda sorta in both shows)

The 100 canonically even has aliens (but this would be better!)

Each ship has a "blue-eyed blonde that came from the sky (from a more scientifically advanced world)" and an "ambitious and revolutionary green('ish)-eyed brunette in a powerful position"

...with the blondes being artistically inclined and the brunettes educated strategists

Lena and Lexa may have a secret hand-shake over the whole "love is weakness" mantra (or just cooly blank-faced share a nod of mutual understanding)

Kara's cousin is named Clark and Lena's brother is named Lex (Clexa: "Oh, are they close?" - SC: "...well, they are constantly at each other's throats?")

Nia would be very confusing - especially if she's still alive, bc seeing her may give Lena a mini heart-attack

Jackson may also look vaguely familiar to Kara...

(Charlotte would prolly already be "gone"...)

There is fun to be had with the character dynamics, Lexa and Kara being the heart-eyes ones, Clarke and Lena (whilst just as infatuated) try to play things cool

Lena would have a field day with the night blood (actually, she'd need a fix to survive in the radioactive world of The 100, unless she has a magical solution at hand)

Kara could single-handedly fix the 2nd Praimfaya situation (with some guidance by Lena)

Raven and Lena prolly would hit it off rather well

by the power of fanfic even the age difference between the characters can be either reduced or ignored

or Lena and Kara become sort of mentors / advisors to Heda and Wanheda

Lexa having a sparring session with "Olympics level fencer" Lena

Kara and Clarke ooh'ing and aaah'ing at Earth's nature together

Kara getting roped into beer-pong and owning it even without using her powers, not for her skills but bc she can't get drunk

Clexa may even help a canonically supposedly "best friends" Supercorp to "see the light" (Clexa: "Uhm, guys? That is not really what best friends are for...")

Play with Lena struggling in the forest or prove herself to be actually pretty apt in her survival skills

Lena coming into Polis being all like "I can fix this up. Someone give me some paper. Kara, time to flex those muscles of yours."

Kara "accidentally" sneezing too hard and freeze-breath scaring the daylights out of Titus before baldie can screw things up

Katie Lena in a more medieval leathery get-up!!!!

Kara on a horsey!! (or floating next to the group riding, cooing at the animals)

Both Kara and Lena having experience with "adults" and their schemes and politics messing things up, spot signs early and help Clexa take care of Pike et others...

Eventually (after saving their world) Lena finding the energy signatures below polis of the portal-thingy, figuring the puzzle out in 3.7 seconds and rewiring it to send them back home...

...and so. much. more!

But, really, it can go anyway you'd like:

Fun and light, or more serious and angsty; a whole fix-it for The 100 or set anywhen you want, pre-Kara's identity reveal (s3'ish?) or post-finale (witch!Lena ?); innocent or smut; SC just being the "little helpers" or ultimate heroes; lovey-dovey or tension-filled Clexa; powering down Kara somehow or just letting her be her super-charged self; a short adventure or a novel-sized tale...

Please, dear authors, feel inspired! ö.ö

[bi-badass-geek]

"Distraction" by @sanscarte

Read Up : Ao3

[fangirllair]

I cannot remember the name of the Tiktok page where I found these but omg I cannot get over them! I CANNOT!

AI Clarke and Lexa

The creators robbed us so incredibly hard it makes my heart ACHE!

[cinnamonglaive]

After Lexa died Clarke should’ve gotten with Murphy, he was the only one who matched her freak and like. machinations.

[fangirlinghardoverfiction]

I’ve had this unrelenting urge to see Clarke Griffin as Sailor Moon. I need a Fanfic about Clarke being sent down to from the Moon and she’s from the kingdom of Silver Ark. Trusted with the duty to make a planetary alliance with the Earth. Lexa Kom Trikru, falls madly in love for the Lunar Warrior and when Clarke is confident in her ability to trust the Earth Commander and her people, she reveals the profound power that the Moon Princess possesses.

[blu3haw4]

Happy Clexaweek everyone! Another contribution of mine, because Clexaweek isn't over until we say it's over, a promise to myself from last year Clexaweek 24 the full chapter of this sneak peak of my Modern Arranged Marriage AU

Guess we'll have to work it out. Update

Chapter two. Under the theme Fake Dating. The one where they get to know each other better 😌😈

Lexa walks into her office Monday morning still a little shaken by the conversations she had on at lunch with her dad and none other than Dr. Abigail Griffin. She was mortified the moment she walked into her childhood home and it didn't get much better after they sat down to eat. Dr. Griffin had the decency to not fully expose in which situation she met her, but she did told Gustus that Lexa an her daughter were seeing each other -Lexa didn't correct her, opting to wait for the crazy woman to be gone to have an honest conversation with her father- and that she had recognized her from the pictures in Gustus office. Lexa learned there that her father had legally assisted Dr. Griffin several times in courtrooms along side some of his colleges where greedy patients tried to stain her career. It calmed her only a little bit to know this woman was decent enough be on her dad's good side after those cases.

Abby said that seen her reminded her of her dad and she had called just to catch up and lunch had come up, her true intention were revealed shortly after, when she oh! so happened to remember that there was a gala hosted by her hospital coming up the following weekend. She swore that Clarke had told her how excited she was about it and that she knew her daughter wouldn't gather the nerves to ask Lexa to go with her, despite how much she truly wanted it. Gustus thought it was a great idea and told her how good it could be for her professionally, and that she should take the chance to showcase her name around the big money people that would assist the gala.

Once Abby was finally gone, Lexa got to freak out about the craziness of the woman, she told her father that her and Clarke weren't actually 'seeing' each other, and confessed that they had just hooked up, and how Lexa had been unfortunate enough to meet Dr. Griffin the next morning. Gustus agreed that Abby was a little insane and found a little weird all she had put out to convince them for the gala, ultimately though, he still thought the gala could be a good idea anyways, even if they went as friends or a fake date. He assured her that though unconventional Dr. Griffin always meant well, and continued to sell her the idea of the gala, all the people there and the goal they usually had. By the time she walked out of her childhood home on Sunday night after dinner, she had agreed to let her father organize the whole thing, she would just have to wait to be told a time and place to show up and she would. She had gotten a text from Gustus once she arrived home, saying that Clarke would call her over the week so they could meet up and talk about how to go about the gala.

Overall, though insane, Lexa did end up feeling like this fake date could be good for her, if not for the professional opportunities she could snatch, at the very least she could hook up with Clarke again. The two had hit it off pretty well, they had a lot of chemistry, and though they hadn't really talked much, Lexa had a good feeling about her. In the end, if not a crazy way to arrange a second date, this was solely a business transaction, a partnership to hype each of their names to the people that mattered, just a role to play to clime up the ladder of success.

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"Are you insane?!"

"It will be good for you, honey. Don't act like it's the first time I've picked your date for these events"

"Mom! Don't you realized how different this is?! Are you aware that the shit you pulled is some next level stalkery?! I didn’t even get her number and you went to have lunch with her and her dad?!" Clarke exasperated into the phone, she had gone out to grab lunch and as usual called her mom for their weekly updates.

She was still trying to process the events of Saturday morning and her mother not having an ounce of touch when it came to social manners. Clarke had decided, though still shaken, to let it go and move on, that was until Abby brought up the gala and her recently arranged date.

And all the trouble she went through to make it happen.

"Oh don't be dramatic. I've known Agustus for years, this is no difference to the Desai"

'Gustus' Clarke corrected in her head, because of course she remember such a stupid detail "I had never met Ryker before!" she hissed, because she knew how to pick her battles "I never hooked up with him before you went and planned a dinner with his parents!"

Her mom tasked on her phone and Clarke almost snapped "Look, darling, I have a surgery soon, okay? I have Lexa's number and I think you should call her. You know it's not as simple as just showing up, so maybe arrange a date to get your stories straight" Clarke couldn't believe her mother, she was just handing out instructions as though it was a gift, something for her to be thankful of, for having such a thoughtful mother.

It shouldn't surprise her anymore, but it felt like each time Clarke thought Abby had reach a limit of craziness she just went and outdid herself, as thought it was her mission to prove to Clarke she could be worse and then act as thought every other parent -or person- acted the same.

Clarke took a couple of deep breath trying to come up with a coherent thought that wasn't finding a way to put her mother in a mental hospital and keep her there until she died. At her lack of response Abby spoke again "Sweetie you know the drill, this gala's are just to help you showcase your name with a pretty and successful young adult in your arm. These people have expectations of what success looks like and you know showing up with your friends isn't it"

And of course it was true, most of the millionaires and billionaires that showed up at hospital gala's went there under the disguise of wanting to help, to share their grant of salt for the sake of medicine and people's well being. In reality they were there to inflate their egos even more, to have successful people of all ages kiss their asses to convince them to help their cause. They're expectations were for those people to have their lives figured out, to have a life plan that they could prize themself in supporting with donations, being single didn't fit their parameters.

So of course it was Clarke's braking point; in her own way, her mother was just trying to show her how much she cared. Her entire life she had gone above and beyond to support her; her passions and dreams, she paid for all her education only asking for her happiness in return. Even if often she pulled up crazy things like inviting her one-night-stand to a very elite event, or calling her ex boyfriends to ask why they had dumped her, she always had the best of intentions.

With a sigh, Clarke agreed "Okay. Can you text me her number? I'll call her soon and I'll coach her for Sunday"

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"Fuck! Don't stop!"

And for the third time in the past two hours Clarke thanked her past self for agreeing to her mother's crazy idea. Feeling Lexa's walls shudder around three of her fingers, hearing her breath fasten by the minute as her moans grew louder and louder, more desperate each thrust of Clarke hips.

Lexa was face down on the bed, her leg parted so wide that her hips were barely lifted from the bed, Clarke had hand trapped between their bodies, her hips helping her trust deep into Lexa's cunt, as her other hand had come around Lexa's abdomen to teas her clit. Clarke was fully leaning over Lexa's back, nibbling and licking at her shoulders and neck, occasionally sharing a desperate messy kiss before Lexa's moans interrupted them. Lexa had a hand on Clarke's wrist keeping her hand from wandering away form her clit, and her other arm was stretch towards the headboard for where she occasionally held from.

A call on Tuesday afternoon -because she needed a whole day to prepare- lead to a coffee date on Thursday. They rode off the indicial awkwardness and got down to business -no pun intended- Clarke explained to Lexa as best she could all the things they should prepare for and they planned out some fact about a fake relationship should people potentially ask them.

One flirty joke about their hypothetical sex life turned into a round of back and forth about their night together and before they knew it they were making out in the elevator up to Lexa's apartment. Neither cared that it was a weeknight when Clarke unbuttoned her shirt and Lexa helped her out of her bra, they couldn’t be bother about noise complaints when Clarke got down on her knees after backing Lexa to the nearest wall and devoured her as though it was her last meal.

Lexa didn't let her catch her breath before she had her pinned to the couch getting fingered down with a vigor that had Clarke whishing she hadn't left her strap-on at her ex-girlfriends' place, never to bee seen again. They made it to Lexa's room by common agreement that they needed more space and now here they were, making Clarke wish she still had the strap-on for a different reason.

"Clarke! FUCK!"

All she could do was smirk into her shoulder and continue her rhythm, she knew Lexa wanted - needed- more; faster, harder, anything, but she wanted to stretch the moment, Lexa felt to good around her finger, under her, she was so vocal and loud and Clarke loved it. In the end though Clarke was the one who gave up, not realizing how much she craved to hear and feel Lexa come for her, she quicken the pace of her fingers over Lexa's clit as she thrust harder into her, grunting into Lexa's back.

"Cla-rke!" the guttural moan with which Lexa came was everything Clarke whished for and she couldn't help but smile a genuine smile into Lexa's shoulder. Clarke kissed the ink on her spine as she helped her ride down her orgasm; she moved her hand grabbing Lexa's in the way, and made sure to pull out slowly, only after Lexa's breathing was back to normal -or close enough- holding her close, Clarke turned them so she was laying behind Lexa and spooning her.

Lexa sighed, eyes closed, her fingers intertwined with Clarke's, one pair of hands around her middle and the other up against her shoulder, her head resting over Clarke's bicep, her nose hiding in the underside of Clarke's flexed elbow. She felt safe, it was a feeling that should unsettle her given she had met Clarke less than a week ago and this was the second time they were seen each other. She embraced it instead, for once in her life letting her guard down.

They stayed like that for minutes that felt like hours and mere seconds at the same time, until eventually Clarke moved to kiss Lexa shoulder, shaking her out of her almost sleep state. Lexa hummed and leaned back into it prompting Clarke to continue, the blonde smiled into her neck and continued trailing kisses on every inch of available skin. Lexa turned slowly, letting go of Clarke's hand on her shoulder to be able to face her, she waited happily as Clarke continued her lip's journey and finally made it to her lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, not necessarily soft or tender, but it wasn't heated either. They moved in unison to fit better together and continued kissing only stopping to huff a giggle and lick smiles off each other's lips.

"I probably-"

"Noup, you shouldn't" Lexa interrupted when Clarke tried to stop their make out and move away. The brunette moved to straddle her and minutes went by with the two kissing before Clarke seemed to remember her intentions.

"Uhm... actually-" The blonde couldn't help but laugh at Lexa's continuous attempts at shutting her up and distract her "C'mon on, this isn't fair" she sighed breathlessly when the brunette's lips traveled down her neck to graze her nipples.

"Isn't it?" Lexa asked wickedly looking up aware of her advantage.

Sighing Clarke opted to continue talking even if she need she didn't want to stop Lexa "We really should wind up on our fake past- Mmmhm" She bit her moan down as lexa got comfortable on her lap and continued lavishing her breasts "There's a dress code too- fuck- and we should figure if we can match"

With a wet 'pop' Lexa sat up with raised eyebrows "Seriously?"

"This is the reason we met up today"

"Yeah well plans changed. So let's worry about it later" Lexa's tone went from annoyed to flirty in no time and Clarke was a little grateful for having a hard time keeping up.

"The gala is on Sunday. I've seen you once before and we really should learn to look comfortable. I'm also not kidding about the dress code, you need time to find a new dress or suit if there's nothing in your closet that's appropriate"

A little offended -for more than one reason- Lexa frown "Why wouldn't I have something appropriate?"

"For one, because I already have a dress and we can't not match, also... you are aware most of those people are literal billionaires, right? You need to up your standards very high for what would be nice for this event"

"Jeez, would you like to check my closet?" Lexa rolled her eyes.

"Could I?"

"Are you serious?" She asked shocked, she been vey sarcastic, joking at most.

"I mean... It wouldn't hurt, this was a business meeting after all"

"I would expect the business to happened while I'm dressed"

"The flirting and half the pleasure happened while you were clothed so... I don't think that should be your reference" Clarke smirked as her hands rubbed the brunette's hips. Lexa couldn't help but snort with a slightly more humorous eyeroll. "Also... it's getting late and I really should go home before work tomorrow"

"That's not necessary" Lexa tasked flirtingly leaning back down.

"I cannot show up in the same clothes tomorrow" Clarke tried, but Lexa only tasked again

"No one will notice" she mumbled taking a nipple into her mouth.

"I work at a graphic designers office, trust me, they will notice. It'll be the gossip of the month" Clarke let out in one breath coursing and cheering in her head at the same time.

Lexa sighed and sat up again "If we get that over with, can we revisit this before you go?" She asked, moving her hands to roll both of Clarke's nipples between her fingers, making abundantly clear that she didn't want a 'no' for an answer.

"Fuck, yeah. I could agree to that"

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"Get up looser, your lunch break is here" Was the only warning she got before a paper bag was dropped into her desk and the chair she was sitting on got pulled back and turned around "My boss had the audacity to ask for a full report on the case before my work day is over" Anya, her long time best friend and basically sister, growled as she grabbed Lexa's hands to pull her up and push her out of her office.

It was barely ten minutes past noon on Friday and Lexa had been so focused on making sense of her coworkers plans that she forgot Anya was coming for their monthly -and some time more recurrent- lunch get together.

Her night with Clarke had ended spectacularly, after agreeing to get the business part of their encounter over before continuing with the pleasure, they had gotten up and put on baggy t-shirts to avoid distractions. Clarke had retrieved her phone to show Lexa pictures of dresses she's worn for past galas and she also showed her the types of outfits other's showed up in. They looked so expensive, even in the cheap light of a cellphone's camera, that Lexa was sheepish to show Clarke her very much not adequate wardrobe.

In the end, Lexa showed her the few formal dresses she owned and a pair of suits to explain her style, but didn't allow her a view of her entire closet. They agreed that Clarke would send her a picture of the dress she would wear, so that Lexa could go shopping for something to match. Clarke gave her specifics rules of how to pick and stores she should definitely check and those she should absolutely not, she even offered to go with her, even if just to check she wouldn't rent something.

Clarke had the intention of leaving after one more round.

She ended up going home after two in the morning and Lexa couldn't feel too bad about the little sleep they would get before work.

On her way to work Lexa pondered the idea of going shopping alone but given that she hated it, she knew she needed back up.

"So, as result -and thanks to my foreseeing abilities-" Anya continued after grabbing the bag again and guiding Lexa to the elevator "I am only available for ten minutes to have lunch in this building's roof, because I can't afford to eat in longer than ten minutes"

"I'm not sure I'm following" Lexa frowned, hiding a smirk, mostly to piss Anya off.

With a growl and a glare Anya pressed the button to the upper floor "I'll dumb it down for you then; I usually have an hour lunch break, because of my boss' request I shouldn't be able to have single minute, but since I foresaw what he would ask for, I have half the report ready and thus and extra half-hour of free time"

"Oh how smart of you" Lexa mocked as they walked out of the elevator and turned to the stairs up to the roof. The pair of best friends sat down on their usual spot and opened their bags "Chinese?"

"It was the fastest one" Anya shrugged "How's your week? Still trying not to hate your job?"

"It's been a nice week" Lexa dodged "Actually, do you remember the girl I told you about last weekend?"

"The one whose mom showed up?

"Yep. So... I might have skipped the part where she showed up at dad's too-" Lexa gave Anya just a second to choke out her shock before continuing "It was weird, and a lot, but basically her and dad agree that me joining said girl to her mother's hospital gala would be a 'dually beneficial agreement' and dad ended up convincing me of it"

"What?! What in the fuck, Woods?"

"It sounds insane, I know" Lexa paused to remember that Anya didn't have all the facts, so after explaining to her how Dr. Griffin knew Gustus, and answering Anya's questions she continued.

"So she called me on Tuesday, we got coffee yesterday to align the story we'll tell on Sunday and... we may have... revisited out first encounter" She shrugged nonchalantly with a growing smirk.

 "You fucked again?" Anya huffed out a laugh before raising her hand for a high-five; because that was the type of relationship they had "Damn Lex. I knew you had it in you, but... damn" She nodded approvingly.

"Well, we did end up agreeing that I need to buy a new outfit for Sunday so...?"

"No"

"Anya-"

"Nooo! Go with her, I hate shopping"

"So do I, that's why we should go together. I promise it won't be traditional shopping. She'll send me her dress and I have a list of stores I can and must-not visit to match it"

There was a pregnant pause as Anya considered her with a glare and Lexa tried to give her best friends the best puppy-eyes. A groan and an eye roll made Lexa grin "Fiiiiine. But you're buying me dinner"

"Deal. I'll even check the online store so we're only there for me to try them on"

"Great, you see, this is why we're friends"

Following on her words Lexa spent all night checking the stores Clarke told her, and then rechecking them once Clarke sent a picture of her in her dress. There might have been a lot of flirting afterwards too, but no one should blame her.

Shopping on Saturday went smoothly, she had agreed with Anya to go as early as the stores allowed to make sure they wouldn't have to encounter many people. The pair of friends were smart enough to wear their best outfits to avoid mistreatment from the classist sellers. True to her word Lexa only tried on the dresses she had already found on their page, she sent pictures of all of them to Clarke who was equal parts sharing her objective opinion and flirting with her, plus she had Anya's unfiltered comments on how much money she would raise with each new inch of skin revealed.

By noon Lexa had bought her dress for an amount she would probably be paying for a year and she let herself be dragged by Anya to buy some sort of matching linger.

"Isn't it, I don't know... too overconfident?" She had asked, suddenly shy

Anya had snorted loudly "Even ignoring the inconvenient events of how you met her mother. You met up in your work-clothes on a weekday to talk fake dating and ended up fucking into two in the morning. You think tomorrow night, with her dress like that, and you showing that much skin isn't going to end up the same? Is simple math, Woods" and so she was convinced.

Still, rolling into Sunday night, Lexa was a wreck of nerves. She had invited her dad to have lunch at her place, scared that somehow Dr. Griffin would show up at her dad's again. Anya was there too and all afternoon was spent with Lexa freaking out about speech protocol and rich old entitled white men who could socially destroy her. Her father and best friend did everything they could to calm her, but by the time they were gone and Clarke was on her way in the limo with her mother and step-father to pick her up, Lexa couldn't remember why she had agreed.

Lexa jumped out of her skin when the bell of her apartment rang, her questioning of how Clarke managed to get in without the doorman calling her first got caught short when she opened the door.

Lexa was star-trucked despite having seen her before in pictures. With her own tiny bag in one hand and the open door in the other, she stood staring, slightly open mouthed in her sparkly deep blue mini-dress, thick straps held her decent cleavage, the fabric tightens around her hips as the design tied at the front and the skit cover half of her thigh, exposing her mile-long legs

The blonde looked stunning, standing by her door in a silky deep blue dress with a hypnotizing cleavage and high waits cut with an asymmetrical skirt that flowed down in the back and stopped right above her knee in the front, it had a beautiful detail of a lingerie trim at the bottom. She wore make up to impress and her hair was up perfectly, she held her tiny bag in front of her looking slightly nervous.

"You look even better in person" Clarke whispered, almost as thought she hadn't intended to say it out loud.

It worked to shake Lexa out of her stupor "I could say the same thing about you"

Clarke bit her lip, a smile trying to make it pass her teeth as she gave Lexa the third once over of the night "I wish we had time for a little fun" She hushed, taking a step closer that made Lexa's breath caught in her throat "But if don't get going like right now there's a huge chance my mother will decide to come looking for us"

Lexa huffed a little laughed paired with a good natured eye-roll  "Let's get going then, love" she smirked, and so did Clarke even as she blushed a pretty shade of pink. They had agreed to use pet names as they saw fit and have been trying them out while tesxting.

"Let's go baby" Clarke winked before she grabbed her hand and guided her out.

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The night is a blast, after a little awkward drive to the hotel, a quick stop at the red carpet and quick first introduction, Clarke and Lexa find themselves well into their first round. They play a little game -when they’re not talking to wealthy people- of whispering fire questions about their fake relationships and competing on who gets the most right-answers.

Clarke whispers little reminders to Lexa about etiquette and Lexa asks her names and profession of the people around them.

“You’re well verse in this aren’t you?” Lexa mumbled into her third wine glass.

“I’ve been doing this since it was ten, you’ve gotta learn a few things along the way” Clarke shrugged, giving her a look that would be too much flirt for this early in the night, if they hadn’t already sneaked a quicky inside a service closet -that was the size of Lexa’s bathrooms- where they also downed their second wine glasses.

They score some donations for Dr. Griffin’s department with a fourth wine glass in hand and they charm the right people to discover new connections and move into new conversations where they can show off their knowledge in their fields. Clarke hypes up Lexa’s dedication to her company in front of CEOs and Lexa speaks highly of Clarke’s works to anyone who’d listen.

They get called a power couple a few times, and people get surprised that they don’t work together, people flirt with them individually and together and they sneak in a second quicky after a particularly attractive young ortho surgeon flirted with Lexa while Clarke was with her mother.

Clarke doesn’t say much as she pushes Lexa against the closed door, throws their bags to the floor and uses them as knee pads when she sinks down and pushes Lexa’s dress up. It’s embarrassingly quick how Clarke drives her over the edge with her mouth, and it’s even more embarrassing the way she whimpers when Clarke moves her panties back to cover her core and cups her with her hand as she stands up.

“Just to remind you… who you’re going home with” Clarke hushed into her ear, pressing her body into her and rubbing her hand over Lexa’s ruined underwear.

She’s still breathing unevenly when she turns to look at Clarke “I think everyone knows who’s taking me home”

“Not everyone” Clarke grumbles, and she hopes she’s rocked Lexa’s work enough that she won’t question the tone.

Because yeah, they’re playing the role of girlfriends tonight, and they’ve had fun each time they’ve seen each other, but they aren’t actually dating, Clarke doesn’t feel with the right to be jealous, and she’s not sure if she is. Maybe just a little possessive, drunk for sure, and concerned about the image they would be giving if she didn’t care about someone else flirting with her girl.

Yeah. That’s all.

“Let’s go out there and show them then” Lexa hums, smiling drunkenly, her pupils still dilatated, her eyes glossy from the orgasm “I can’t kiss you like I want to and that’s not fair” she pouts.

Clarke smirks “I need to wash my face… so maybe we can risk it” she whispers, leaning in, and absently pressing up with her hand.

Lexa moans and turns her head; she doesn’t roll her hips, but she huffs as she bites her lip “We shouldn’t risk another minute in this room if we don’t want to get kicked out”

It’s Clarke’s turn to pout “Fine” she huffs, stepping away from Lexa and licking her lips with a smirk, tasting her in her mouth still and throwing her a kiss as she fixes her dress and hair.

Lexa rolls her eyes and turns to open the door, Clarke hands her her bag, and Clarke helps but draws her in to steal a kiss. Lexa’s eyes sparkle, but she huffs and tells her to wash her mouth before walking away.

She’s waiting with their fifth wine glasses when Clarke returns, and it’s only for the sake of their cover that they share a not-so-chase kiss in greeting, Clarke’s hand goes around Lexa’s back as she takes the glass with a quiet ‘thanks’ and Lexa encourages her to lean on her when her own arm goes around Clarke’s shoulders.

By the time they consider it appropriate to leave, they feel fulfilled on their quest to showcase their names; Lexa is sure she has made the right connections to be call on a new project soon, while Clarke made sure to meet every new person that hadn’t attended previous galas and offered assistance on all of their business.

The night ends at Lexa’s place, where Clarke drives her up the wall as soon as the door closes, finally kissing in the filthy way they’ve wanted to all nigh long. Lexa strips Clarke of her dress and her linger bra to grope and kiss her boobs while still leaning against the wall.

Walking on shaking legs after an earth-shattering orgasm she pushes Clarke onto the bed to sensually slide off her minidress and reveal her newly bough set of matching lingerie. She climbs the bed just as smoothly and loves the way Clarke gaps at her as she slides Clarke’s panties down her legs following the path with kisses.

Clarke is too drunk and too horny to stay quiet while Lexa devour her pussy, she shudders and moans, grabbing at the sheets and Lexa’s hair as she arches her back and her hips into her mouth. She sees stars when she comes, whimpering and shaking as Lexa continues on, dragging her pleasure on and on until she feels like she might collapse.

When Lexa slides up her body and lays her head on her shoulder, nuzzling into her neck Clarke is thankful to her past self for bringing in an overnight bag, she sighs draping her arms around Lexa, content to know she doesn’t have to leave, and can instead fall asleep with Lexa in her arms.

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Monday at work it’s a good day, nothing specific happens during the day, but nothing goes wrong, she work’s smoothly and okay, she is still very much thriving on her morning orgasms, she still can’t believe she wasn’t late with how much time they wasted just kissing.

Her boss calls her to his office before five, she sits anxiously waiting for something bad, but her boss just wants to talk about her night at the hospital gala, he mentions he’s brother is a big supporter and that he had many good things to say about Lexa during their call at lunch. Lexa plays coy, appreciates the compliments and downplays her presence at the gala, she answers some questions about how she got there and consequentially about Clarke.

It feels weird so speak so casually with her boss, but Lexa appreciates the change, knows it means her mingling work in some way. She’s still surprised when he mentions lunch on Saturday, saying his brother’s friends get together and invite him over to talk about future idealist projects and since Lexa spoke so highly and expertly about the company and their work she should join them.

She leaves the office with a smile on her face, she grabs her phone to call her father and pauses. Clarke’s chat is at the top of the list, she considers for a second, biting her lip, remembering the gala and the night, and with a smile, she sends a quick text.

(17:13): Hey! Do you have any plans this Saturday?

Looking back, this was truly, her second mistake.

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Reading coa for the second time again. I just realised how hot Clarke is there. Like yeah thats’s a no brainer coz that’s clarke mfkingriffin.. but really picturing it? A doctor, with those blue eyes, that bod, and she’s much older? My god. No wonder tiny bean angel is such a fiend.

The confidence. The shameless flirting. Clarke saw that little weirdo on the street, listened to her choke on her own tongue for exactly 4 seconds, and definitively decided, "Mine 😤"

Poor babyangel Lexa really never stood a chance😔

[a-soul-with-no-king]

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[talktomeinclexa]

@thatonewherelexasachef posted a collection of her favorite kisses from her stories, and I thought that's a lovely way to celebrate 10 years of Clexa

So, in no particular order, I'll post some of mine, too. Mild spoiler alert if you haven't read those stories yet.

Happy 10 years to all of us!

Stages of Grief (Bring the Light Back in Me)

In the novels Clarke had been reading, most of the time, the main protagonists received a sign before they had to make an important decision. A little push from the universe nudging them in the right direction. But experience had taught her that real life, especially on the ground, was anything but certain. It was harsh, messy, and often cut tragically short. There were no certainties regarding what the following day would bring, and it was best to live each day to the fullest than drown in regrets.

On the evening of a perfectly ordinary day, Clarke knocked on Lexa’s door. When Lexa opened it, clad in a long nightgown, which slit on the side revealed a toned thigh, Clarke almost choked on her saliva.

“Klark. Is everything alright? Did you need something?”

Clarke pushed her way in and locked the door behind them before her nerves could get the better of her. “I can’t forget what you did. Neither can I forget my actions or the lives I took.”

When Lexa, a sad frown on her face, opened her mouth to offer words of wisdom and comfort, Clarke raised her hand to stop her. After taking a deep breath, she carried on. “I don’t think we’re meant to. We should remember all of it so that we do better next time. But I understand your decision. You put your people’s well-being first; you saved them, no matter how much it hurt you. I did the same for mine. I accept that. I have to because I can’t move forward otherwise, and I’m tired of being stuck in the past. So, I want that. To move forward, I mean. With you. If you want to.”

Maybe she should have written her declaration first. Not that, based on her glistening eyes, Lexa was put off by the rambling at the end.

“Klark.”

Clarke didn’t think she had ever heard so many emotions contained in one word. Joy, relief, sadness, understanding… It was all too much, and yet, coming from Lexa, it didn’t scare her. It just made it very difficult to resist the urge to kiss her.

Clarke took one step forward, erasing the distance between them. Her left hand trembled slightly when it cupped Lexa’s cheek, but the other woman didn’t seem to mind. She remained immobile, waiting to see what Clarke would do, not daring to rush her. But this time, Clarke was ready. There was no surprise, no doubt when she placed her lips over Lexa’s, and she smiled when she felt her breath hitch.

When they separated a moment later, the green eyes looking at her brimmed with tears. “Klark, I…”

Clarke nodded once, sensing Lexa was having difficulties translating her emotions into words. She changed the angle of her head, brushing Lexa’s nose with hers in the process, and kissed her again. And again. And once more for good measure.

“Take your time,” she whispered before placing a peck on Lexa’s jaw, halfway between her mouth and her ear. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[lexa-griffins]

What if after Clarke consummates her union to Lexa, a handmaiden (Raven, Anya, niylah?) is sent in to check 👀

Raven is an omega and a friend of Clarke's since childhood. She is sent in to fully guarantee the marriage was consummated, knowing she was to be the one to do it even before it happened.

She enters with a soft knock, not wanting to startle the lovers. She hears Clarke's voice, back to its more gentle tone instead of the deeper one she used at the church, making just about every beta and omega clench their legs. Clarke has never affected Raven, their childhood bond above alpha and omega presentations.

Now, however, it seems to no longer be the case.

The moment Raven walks in, she feels hotness rush through her body. Both women are naked in bed, sweat, and marks of their love making all over. Clarke is the only one awake, as Lexa sleeps in the most peaceful manner, the constant frown throughout the entire ceremony gone.

"I was sent to check." Raven states matter of factly, ignoring her childhood's friend soft length still clearly shinning from being buried inside her new wife.

It is not enough of a confirmation. Her instructions were clear. Her own finger must gather the release from where it's buried.

"We know." Clarke sounds tired yet satisfied. She is fully naked but without any shame, there never was shame between them but now Raven cannot stop staring, and she feels her own desire drip down her legs.

Clarke softly moves her new wife, Lexa turning unpleased with being woken up.

"Raven is here to check you my dear"

Raven watches as Lexa's eyes open and stare at Clarke with pleading eyes, and immediately she feels like she is intruding more than a moment.

It must been however.

Clarke echoes her thoughts as she caresses Lexa's cheek and without a word the omega simply nods and parts her legs. Clarke looks in Raven's direction and nods and so, she approaches carefully, the clear scent of sex and cum reaching her and she sits besides Lexa.

Neither omega speaks a word to one another, but the gesture feels strangely intimate to Raven as she parts swollen pink lips and allows her finger to enter the queen's consort hole, feeling it clench around it as she curls it to collect what she came here to look for.

She cannot move it out.

She stares at Lexa, who stares at her like she is about to pounce her, "Mine."

Fear mixed with something deeper washes over Raven. An omega protecting the alpha's seed is always dangerous, more so one who is known to be trained in the art of killing a man.

Clarke soft voice comes through, "Lexa..."

A whine as Lexa turns to her mate and a softer plea comes out "mine..."

"I will fill you up again, I promise." Raven watches with a pounding heart as they share a passionate kiss, feeling Lexa's walls clench harder before they release her finger.

It comes out coated in shining white.

Raven takes a second to find her voice as she immediately stands from the bed, "i shall give the good news to the court."

She does not bow. She does not look back at the sounds of soft moans and praise as she exists the room, her fingers raised to confirm what they all already knew.

Raven will not deny that as she makes her way to the room where the knight appointed to Lexa sleeps, an alpha named Anya, the finger coated by the release of both royals makes its way between her lips.

[wonderswritings]

Starless Lovers {14}

Summary: They fell from the sky. We roamed the earth. We were always meant to clash. 

Warnings: The 100 Themes, Angst, Death, Blood, Unrequited Feelings, Slow Burn, Possibly more to come

Pairings: Lexa x Sister!Reader, Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader (eventual) War was brewing. But with the defeat of Mount Weather, that war is now over. We’re living in peace now. And Skaikru is no longer the enemy. It’s time we learn, Blood must not have blood.

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“I really don’t see why I have to do this.”

“She won’t see me, Esmeray. Please, we need her.”

“You mean you need her.”

Lexa sighed.

“Esme, please.”

“Fine.”

You huffed softly as you stood up.

“But if this goes the way I know it will, I get to say I told you so.”

“Deal.”

Lexa grinned softly as she watched you walk towards your bedroom door.

“Thank you.”

You hummed softly as you left your room. Clarke’s room was in the floor beneath yours and Lexa’s. Making your way to her room, you knocked, giving her a few minutes before you opened the door.

“What part of ‘I won’t see you’ was unclear?”

You grinned slightly, closing the door behind you.

“Wrong sister.”

Clarke looked over her shoulder, glaring slightly at you as she huffed, turning to look back out the window.

“Lexa has respected your wishes for a week, Clarke.”

“Want a cookie?”

You snorted a soft chuckle, shaking your head as you walked further into her room.

“Mature.”

“Says the one who was worse when she came to Camp Jaha.”

You shrugged slightly, sitting down in one of the chairs.

“I don’t like Skaikru.”

“I want to go home.”

“Funny.”

You nodded slightly as you cocked your head to the side.

“I said the same thing when your people held me for two months.”

Clarke turned towards you, confusion on her face.

“What?”

You hummed, slightly nodding.

“What? Did you believe you were the only one who has suffered since Mount Weather?”

Clarke’s jaw clenched, shaking her head.

“Why are you here, Riheda?”

“We have bigger concerns.”

“We don’t have any concerns at all.”

“We do. Lexa is hosting a summit with Skaikru at sundown. You’ll be returned to your people then.”

“She went to all that trouble to capture me just to let me go?”

“She went through all that trouble to save you.”

“You know when I could have used saving? When she abandoned me at Mount Weather.”

You shrugged slightly.

“Clearly you didn’t need her help.”

Clarke scoffed, shooting you a deadpanned look.

“Cleary. Why aren’t you angry with her? She left you to die.”

You nodded slightly, looking over at Clarke.

“We’ve already had this conversation Clarke, in Mount Weather. Our people come first. I cannot fault her for saving our people. Besides, they told her I was dead. She worked with the facts that she had at the time.”

“She betrayed us!”

You nodded as you looked Clarke over with a calculating eye, cocking your head to the side.

“What would you have done Clarke? If their leader offered you the same deal? Save your people at the price of mine? Would you really have chosen differently?”

Clarke clenched her jaw, shaking her head.

“I don’t betray my friends.”

“You did. You had friends in Mount Weather.”

“Those deaths are on you too, and Lexa.”

“I helped you, Clarke. I gave myself over to save your people. I was prepared to die for your people. And how did they repay me? They kept me prisoner for two months. But-”

You slightly shook your head. Playing the peace keeper was not your style, it was more Lexa’s, but you still had to try for her.

“It helps no one to dwell on the past, and that’s not why I’m here. You’re right. Lexa is not just letting you go back to your people. We want something more. We want your people to become our people. Lexa is offering Skaikru the chance to join our coalition, to become the 13th clan. No one would dare move against you because that would be moving against the Commanders.”

“Just leave me alone. I’m done. Do you understand that? I left.”

“You can go back. You can’t run away from who you are, Clarke. Join us. Bow before Lexa and your people will be safe.”

“Bow?”

Clarke glared, shaking her head.

“You and Lexa don’t give a damn about my people. I know why you’re here. I made Lexa look weak at Mount Weather, and now the Ice Nation is exploiting that. Well if she wants the power of Wanheda, kill me. Take it. Otherwise, go float yourself because I will never bow to your sister, or you.”

You smirked, nodding slightly as you stood.

“I think I like this version of you Clarke, pissed off and angry at everyone in the world and yourself.”

“I’m not-”

“You are. You’re allowed to feel your feelings Clarke.”

You slightly shook your head as you walked towards the door.

“But don’t let your feelings cloud your actions. We both know the consequences of that.”

Clarke clenched her jaw at the slight innuendo about Finn, but you were trying to reach her one last time before you left.

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You walked into Lexa’s room, Lexa standing up when she saw you.

“How did it go?”

“Clarke is angry. At you, and herself.”

Lexa sighed, sitting down as you walked towards her.

“Will she do it?”

You shrugged slightly as you sat down.

“I believe, in the end, Clarke will do the right thing.”

“That’s helpful.”

You shrugged slightly, a small smile on your face.

“You’re welcome. I did my best. But I’m not the peace talker, you are.”

“Well, we’ll see about that.”

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You walked next to Lexa as the guards opened the doors of the throne room, both of you walking in beside each other.

“Spek daun kos yu Heda’s.” (bow for your Commanders)

As we walked forward, all the ambassadors except Azgeda’s ambassador bowed. Titus glared at the guy as he continued standing, Titus stepping forward.

“Azgeda na spek daun fou yu Heda’s.” (Ice nation will bow before your Commanders)

Lexa sat down on the throne as you moved to stand next to it, your arm on the back of it, glaring at the ambassador.

“Heda’s beda spek daun fou Azgeda.  Oso get in nou gon fis op treaties kom oso veidas.” (The Commanders should bow before Ice Nation. We know not to make treaties with our enemies)

“Heda’s spek dauns fou non.” (the Commanders bows before no one)

Lexa slightly lifted her hand, shaking her head.

“Stand down, Titus.”

“Em seintaim prefers veidas slenge.” (she even prefers the enemies language)

“And you will use it, too, in honor of our guests this evening. Now sit. We have more important matters to discuss.”

“Yes, we do. For example, why is Wanheda still alive? If this is your weakness again, Azgeda will happily step in.”

“Is that why your army has moved so close to Polis because you believe the Commander is weak?”

“Oh, those are just military exercises.”

Indra scoffed, taking a step forward.

“Exercises? You crossed the border into Trikru land, an army within striking distance of our beloved capital.”

You slightly tilted your head to the side Lexa stood, walking around the throne, looking out the window.

“A mistake that was quickly rectified, as you well know.”

“The Ice Queen doesn’t make mistakes. She makes threats.”

Lexa slightly rolled her eyes, turning and looking at the ambassador.

“There’s no need to argue about this again. Please-”

Lexa nodded towards the balcony. “Come join me.”

The ambassador smirked at Indra and Titus, shooting you a glare as he walked forward.

“Let us speak in private. I have a question for Queen Nia.”

“And I’ll happily deliver-”

You smirked when Lexa kicked the ambassador in the chest, sending him off the ledge as he screamed. You had to stifle a laugh as Lexa turned, addressing the other ambassadors with a glare.

“Would anyone else care to question my decisions?”

The ambassadors that had stood sat back down, no one willing to stand against Lexa after that show of strength. “Good. Then let’s begin.”

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You looked up when the doors opened, watching as Clarke walked towards Lexa and you as the singer sang. Lexa was standing on the step in front of you, while you stood on the step above, slightly behind her as Clarke kneeled in front of Lexa. Roan followed suit, and the others kneeled as well.  

“Hail warriors of the twelve clans.”

“Hail, Commander of the blood.”

“Rise.” 

Everyone stood, Clarke stepping towards Abby and Kane.

“We welcome Skaikru to our halls in the spirit of friendship and harmony, and we welcome Clarke kom Skaikru, legendary Wanheda, Mountain Slayer. The reason for this summit has changed. We are not here to negotiate a treaty with Skaikru, but rather to initiate them into the coalition.”

You glanced around the room as the clans started to murmur, sharing a look with Lexa.

“To symbolize this union, the leader of Skaikru must bear our mark.”

Abby looked up at Kane, nodding.

“The honor should be yours.”

Kane nodded as he looked at Lexa.

“Present your arm.”

Lexa motioned with her hand, and you watched as one of your people walked towards him with a poker. Kane lifted the sleeve of his jacket, groaning when the poker was pressed into his arm. Everyone turned when the doors slammed open, your eyes widening when you saw Bellamy, holding a grounder in a headlock, a gun to his head. Clarke made a face, stepping forward.

“Bellamy?”

Titus glared as he stepped forward while you made your way to Lexa, slightly standing in front of her.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“The summit’s a trap. We need to get you out of here.”

Clarke turned, glaring at you and Lexa.

“What the hell is going on?”

Lexa slightly shook her head as you moved to stand more in front of her.

“I don’t know.”

Bellamy let the grounder go, looking over at you, nodding slightly.

“It’s the Ice Nation.”

One of the Ice Nation delegates stepped forward, shaking his head, glaring.

“These allegations are an outrage. The Ice Nation never stormed this summit with weapons, breaking our laws. That was the Skaikru.”

The man with Bellamy and Octavia shook his head, huffing as he looked at Abby and Kane.

“We’re right about this. The two guards you left behind are dead already. We need to go, now.”

“How did you come by this information?”

Octavia made a face as she looked around their small group.

“Where the hell is Echo?”

You tensed at Echo’s name as Bellamy shook his head, looking around.

“What’s going on? Where the hell is she?”

“Bellamy, maybe we were wrong about this.”

“I don’t understand.”

Kane walked forward, taking Bellamy’s gun from him.

“Stand down.”

“Bellamy, Bellamy, come in. The grounders attacked Mount Weather.”

Bellamy reached down, grabbing his radio.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s gone. It’s gone. They’re all gone. Sinclair and I are the only ones left. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“You should have never moved your people back into Mount Weather. The Ice Nation did what Lexa was too weak to do.”

You turned, glaring at the delegate, slowly tilting your head to the side.

“Would you like to lose your tongue?”

You took a small step forward, raising your voice.

“This is an act of war. Sentries, arrest the Ice Nation delegation, including Prince Roan.”

Abby stepped forward as the Sentries stepped forward, forcing the Ice Nation delegation to their knees before they dragged them from the room.

“We need to get home. If they attacked Mount Weather, Arkadia could be next.”

“I agree.”

Lexa nodded, looking at Kane and Abby.

“Go, marshall your forces. We’ll avenge the attack together.”

Indra stepped forward, nodding at Lexa.

“I’ll escort them.”

Bellamy looked over at Clarke, nodding slightly.

“Clarke, we need to leave, now.”

“We need an ambassador from the 13th Clan to stay here in Polis.”

“It’s not safe here.”

You turned, looking at Bellamy, nodding.

“Clarke will be safe here under our protection.”

Lexa stepped forward, placing her hand on your arm as she nodded at Bellamy.

“She will be safe under my protection, you have my word.”

You shot Lexa a look, looking over at her.

“Ours.”

“Mine. You’re going with Skaikru.”

You shook your head, turning towards Lexa.

“I am needed here. We are at war. I am the commander of your armies.”

“I need you there.”

“Lexa-”

Lexa shook her head, standing to her full height, a slight glare in her eyes as she spoke.

“That is an order.”

Your jaw ticked as you nodded once, your gaze lowered.

“Gon bilaik hedplei, Heda.” (at your command, commander)

You stepped forward, lifting the side of your dress up from the ground as you looked at Bellamy.

“I will ride out and meet you and your party in ten minutes, do not wait for me.”

Without sparing anyone a second glance, you walked out of the room, catching Bellamy telling Clarke to come home to her people.

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When you saw those of Skaikru who couldn’t ride in their Rover, you slowed your horse down. You weren’t particularly in a hurry to join them, still upset over Lexa commanding you to join Skaikru.

“Hey.”

You startled slightly, spaced out, seeing Bellamy walking next to your horse, causing you to raise a brow as you glanced down at him.

“Bellamy. Surely you were offered a horse. You did not wish to ride?”

Bellamy shook his head.

“After what’s happened, I’d rather walk.”

You hummed, guiding your horse to stop, Bellamy making a face as you got off your horse, leading him by his reins as you nodded at Bellamy.

“Come. We shall walk.” 

“Riheda, you don't have to-" 

“Consider it payback, for walking with me in your camp." 

Bellamy grinned slightly.

“I wouldn't call that walking. We only ever walked medical in circles." 

“Then next time you shall have to take me on another walk and show me something that isn't metal and cold.”

"I guess I will." 

Bellamy grinned, turning towards you, walking backwards, his head cocked to the side.

“Unless of course, this counts." 

You laughed softly, shaking your head.

“No. I'm afraid this doesn't count as we are not alone and I know this path like the back of my hand. I could walk it with my eyes closed." 

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4 - Beginning to Bond

Part 5

Star Crossed Enemies

My body twitched slightly while I was asleep against one of the cave walls until I felt a rough hand shaking me harshly by the shoulder.  The voice nit entirely familiar causing me to draw out a dagger and push it against the person's neck.  “Cassio, wake up.  Cassio  - Cass - it's me.  It's Bellamy.” 

“What were you trying to do, kill me in my sleep?” I glared at him waiting for his response before I ever would lower the weapon. 

“You were screaming in your sleep.  I had one of the other people in my camp have nightmares so I knew it was better to wake up more than let you suffer.” 

I shifted my gaze to meet his deep gaze.  “How old is the person that has nightmares?” 

“She’s just a kid.  Maybe 10 or 11.  Her name is Charlotte.” He explained softly to me. 

Lowering the dagger from his throat I blinked back some tears thinking back to my childhood.  My mom did the best she could but she still always favored Clarke.  Considering she was now down here something really bad must have happened up on the Ark to drop them a down here.  

Clicking my tongue I sent him a weak smile appreciating the gesture.  “Thank you for waking me.  Most of the time I just drag myself out of my nightmares with little relief when I wake up for the first five minutes.” 

“I'm sorry.  That sounds horrible.” 

Shrugging my shoulders I sniffed feeling some tears trying to slip out. “I've been through much worse.  So it's just my life.” 

Grounders don't show weaknesses 

Lexa would be disappointed I was beginning to share information with him.  But she wasn't here.  She wasn't being held prisoner, I was.  I wouldn't disclose our secrets but I could share some of mine.  

“I know we don't know each other but maybe we can start to.  The fog doesn't seem to be clearing anytime soon and I don't really want to burn to death in an attempt to make it back to camp.” He leaned back against the cold cave wall sitting beside me where we saw the green fog still lingering on the outside of the shelter we had found for ourselves. 

Hugging my knees to my chest I raised my brows.  “Are you meaning like a 20 question game?” 

“If you're up to it.  Yeah I am.” He replied pointing at me.  “Ladies first.” 

Biting my lip I paused thinking I should start with basic things.  “What’s your favorite color?” 

“Green.” 

“Mine is orange.” 

The older boy shifted his focus onto me.  “Did you have any friends growing up?” 

“Not really.  There’s a major reason why and it has to do with my relationship with one of people’s doctors.  But anyway I had basically one that is still my best friend.  Her name is - was Glass.” 

Bellamy raised a brow staring at me curiously.  “Describe her to me.” 

“Um, it’s been a while but she - she had blonde hair and blue eyes from what I can remember.” I scratched the side of my head thinking back on the last time I saw her.  “Why do you want to know?”

He responded back to me.  “Because I bumped into her before I got on the dropship and she didn’t.” 

“Wait a minute.  Are you saying that she’s still on the Ark?  She’s up there with those assholes.” I clutched my hands into fists in my lap unsure if I should feel anger or relief that they didn’t float her for getting pregnant as a teenager. 

The older Blake sibling blinked his eyes a few times not saying a word.  He wasn’t sure what to say back to the grounder in front of him.  He rubbed the back of his neck avoiding her gaze.  “I guess so.  I’m sorry for that.” 

“Don’t be.  You saw an opportunity and she saw her own.  That’s how survival works.” 

Bellamy softly nodded his head in agreement.  “Down here.  Weakness is death.  Fear is death.” 

“So - what about you, Sky boy.  What did you like to do up on the dying space station?” I cleared my throat, breaking the very heavy and intense silence that had fallen between us and the cave air. 

“Growing up my  mother taught me about Augustus who was a former Roman emperor.  He had a sister named and that’s how my sister got her name.  So I’ve always and still do love Mythology.” 

I laughed wishing I didn’t like where my name came from after how my mother treated me but I couldn’t help it.  “Do you wanna know my full name because nobody down here knows it.” 

“You’d tell me that.  Why do I get such an honor?” Bellamy asked me. 

Biting my lip I found myself beginning to think there was more to him then just an arrogant and rude leader of the Sky People I once knew.  “I’m not sure yet.  Now do you want to know it or not.  You’ve only got a limited chance before I change my mind.” 

“Tell me, Grounder Girl.” He responded seeing me send him a glare and so he added on the end a please. 

“Cassiopeia.  A cluster of stars in the sky.” 

Tears welled in my eyes hearing my full name come from someone else’s lips other than my mothers.  The way my name sounded from his lips was music to my ears.  “Cassiopeia. But you shorten it by going by Cassio. It all makes sense now.” 

“Yep.” I nodded, clicking my tongue against my lips. 

Bellamy shrugged his shoulders, coming up with a new nickname for me that I hadn’t heard before.  “How about I call you Cassie instead of grounder girl from now on hmm?” 

“I’d like that, Bellamy.” 

The next morning we made our way out of the cold cave and into the woods with the sun barely rising over the trees so it was still dark unless you were walking up in the mountain range.  

The silence that fell between me and the 100 leader wasn’t as awkward or intense as it had been before we had spent the night in that cave.  I wasn’t entirely sure what had formed between us but it was definitely something. 

“So are you going to chain me up when we get back to camp?” I questioned sparing the boy a glance walking directly beside him. 

Bellamy paused before giving his response.  “Yes.  I need to establish some control over the teenagers in my camp.  But with good behavior from you I might lower how many hours you’re locked up if that makes sense.” 

“I understand - get down.” I sharply cried tackling his larger body with my smaller one seeing a spiked tree limb coming down onto us meaning we must have snagged a hidden trap wire somewhere. 

Bellamy grunted from the impact raising his head watching me hovering above his body.  “Cassie! —- nice save.” He blinked seeing the spikey tree a few steps behind us where we were laying on the ground. 

“You’re welcome.” I breathed out in relief knowing my best friend was probably having an easier life than I was right now. 

The Ark 

Glass and mother were simply eating dinner in their apartment complex until they heard a knock at the door.  Glass got up from her chair going to answer the door and was met with Vice Chancellor Marcus Kane.  “Ms. Sorenson.  I need to speak with you about something important if you have time.” 

“Can I know what this is about, sir.  She’s done nothing wrong.” Sonja, her mother came up behind her entering the conversation.  Her mother knew that her daughter wasn’t supposed to still be on the space station but she was.  Now they were just worried they’d try to send her down to the ground like originally planned. 

He responded with his hands in his pockets.  “I’m aware of that, ma’am.” 

“Then why are you here?  What do you want with my daughter if you pardoned her?” Sonja glared at the councilman. 

Kane shook his head.  “I’m not here to arrest her.  I simply need to talk to her about someone.” 

“Who would I know that you need information on so badly?” Glass made a very confused face. 

The vice chancellor replied.  “Cassiopeia Rhodes.  Now may I please come in so we can discuss this privately?” 

“Come in.” Sonja stepped aside but he waited for Glass to move before he stepped inside and locked the door behind himself so no one walking bye would hear what they were about to say.