#the family heda

[azgedaspy]

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000.        ooc ‚        the author is dead and i’m getting my inheritance.

000.        askbox ‚        send in before reblogging.

000.        audio ‚        graveyards whistling.

000.        positivity ‚        come on try a little‚ nothing is forever  ♡

001.        media ‚        very dangerous‚ very loyal.

001.        analysis ‚        duty first unto death.

001.        desires ‚        i feel the current within.

001.        aesthetic ‚        memory‚ too‚ lives in my body.

002.        main ‚        i have pasts inside me i did not bury properly.

002.        azencova ‚        does she know that we bleed the same ?

002.        space ‚        i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be.

002.        eden ‚        the farmers will save the world.

002.        bunker ‚        death is the only enemy.

002.        delinquent ‚        your crimes have made you expendable.

002.        modern ‚        what –  who is a warrior without a war ?

002.        other ‚        we hurt‚ we burn‚ we bloom.

002.        wolf ‚        tenderness in her howl‚ loyalty in her blood.

002.        book two ‚        this is not the world i was built for.

003.        bellamy ‚        you’re in my veins and i cannot get you out.

003.        harper ‚        she is the words that i can’t find.

003.        clarke ‚        what do we say to the god of death ?

003.        roan ‚        there are oceans between us.

003.        graunkru ‚        let’s see how far we’ve come.

003.        octavia ‚        who is the lamb and who is the knife ?

003.        raven ‚        beauty is dangerous‚ intelligence is lethal.

003.        murphy ‚        this is a place where i feel at home.

003.        monty ‚        he is the sunlight‚ the sun is gone.

003.        emori ‚        you feel like home somehow.

003.        nia ‚        war makes murderers of us all.

003.        ontari ‚        you used to be alive‚ now you’re almost mythic.

003.        azgeda ‚        the lone wolf dies‚ the pack survives.

003.        speiskru ‚        our ghosts will flicker and we’ll be alright.

003.        wonkru ‚        for the heirs to come‚ be brave.

003.        ember ‚        loving you is the best thing i will ever do.

003.        erika ‚        the meek shall inherit the earth.

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003.        family ‚        is love a salve or just a deeper kind of wound ?

003.        robyn ‚        there’s a dead girl inside me and i’m the one who killed her.

003.        andria ‚        i wish i could save you.

003.        kairo ‚        i know you’re not the one i’m looking for‚ but i am so cold and a fire is a fire.

003.        heda ‚        i’m the commander. no one fights for me.

retired (struck out for convenience):

001.        skills ‚        i needed a hug. they gave me a knife.

002.        band ‚        what happens backstage stays backstage.

003.        indra ‚        today you saved lives. tomorrow you'll take them.

003.        lincoln ‚        we're responsible for the monster we become.

003.        angel ‚        she was born a fighter‚ gatekeeper of an endless war.

003.        jasper ‚        you wiped out an entire civilization‚ yet he’s the one who can’t sleep at night.

003.        gaia ‚        blood of her blood‚ i spill mine for you.

003.        pike ‚        resist and be met by force‚ fight and be greeted by death.

003.        everest ‚        i refused to see what my heart already knew.

003.        tierra ‚        she alone is a goddess‚ without altar or statue to pray.

003.        bec ‚        let her be soft and let her be mine.

003.        obika ‚        i could not recognize your face in the rubble.

003.        willow ‚        i told my mother: one day i'm gonna make you proud.

003.        flint ‚        i asked my father: why are we so human?

003.        lexa ‚        the dead are gone and the living are hungry.

003.        madi ‚        child thrust into war: what will you become when it ends ?

003.        shaw ‚        the machines were expendable, but the people weren't.

003.        reed ‚        we have been trying to go home all our lives.

[sandoku]

Alycia Debnam-Carey in FEAR THE WALKING DEAD - the apocalypse never looked so beautiful <3

[graunblida]

Pre established relationship meme @os1eya​​ sent: ✿ pre-established relationship meme!!!

bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter Six is posted!!

Fate is a funny thing. Just when you think you have your life planned out, destiny sweeps in and fucks it up. And the worst part? You're helpless to stop it. Like a boat without a rudder or anchor, floating from one end of the ocean to the next with no way to impede or change its direction. Next thing you know, you're stranded on an island with no hope of escape. That is destiny. Or Clarke's, at least.

Sometimes, fate's intervention is for the best. A meet-cute, of sorts, where two people destined to be together, whether as friends or lovers, share a random moment that changes everything. Usually, it is bumping into a stranger and spilling a drink all over their new shirt. Or two people who pass each other only moments apart at the same coffee shop for years before fate finally intervenes.

Clarke's parents had a charming little tale like that. They told it at dinner parties, anniversaries, and family gatherings more times than their daughter could count. But Clarke's first meeting with Lexa was nothing like the rom-coms on TV. Nor was it a tale to share with friends and family without extensive revisions. Still, it was clear that destiny had brought them together, though the reasons remained unclear for some time...

Clarke and Lexa's love was forbidden for many reasons, notably their different natures. Their people had been sworn enemies for centuries. So, by all rights, the wolf and vampire were born to despise one another. But fate doesn't give a damn if its intervention is untimely or unwanted. Destiny blazes its own path without care for the world's rules.

It all began on a particularly gruesome night. The pack was under tremendous pressure after a string of murders within Skaikru's territory had garnered the attention of humans. Skaikru couldn't risk mortals discovering their secret, especially after centuries of carefully integrating into mortal society. So, Clarke's mother and the pack's leader, Abby, ordered her to find the killer and bring them justice as swiftly as possible.

Of course, many assumed the vampires were to blame. Each slaying had occurred near the invisible border that marked Heda's territory. Furthermore, the victims had been exsanguinated with their bodies riddled with bite marks. Naturally, the wolves were eager to place the blame on their oldest enemies.

But they had to be sure before they broke a two-century-long treaty with the Vampire Queen, Heda. Which is why Abby specifically assigned her daughter to lead the hunt. Clarke may be the typical alpha, but she is more intelligent than most and often seeks peaceful solutions before resorting to violence. Furthermore, as a physician, Clarke was better qualified to inspect the crime scenes and sniff out the killer.

Additionally, Abby hoped this special mission would grant Clarke the opportunity to prove herself as the next pack leader. If her mother had known the chaos this assignment might bring, she likely would have chosen another to take Clarke's place. Perhaps if Abby had, her daughter would not have been dragged into a fight with hontas (hunters), nor would she have had the opportunity to fall in love with a bloodsucker.

There were countless times through the following centuries that Abby wished she'd sent anyone but Clarke. But she couldn't have known the mysterious killer had set a trap. Nor did they realize that wolves and vampires were the prey, not the hunters.

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[writing-in-lesbian]

A Heiress in love. Pt. 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff / Female Reader Tags: angst, fluff, Translations: Hainofi = princess // Strik sis [Strisis] = little sister // Ai hod yu in = I love you // Ste yuj = Stay strong // Yu laik ai kru = You are my people // Oso laik wonkru = We are one clan // Ai hod you in seintaim = I love you too // Em pleni = enough // Ai laik Heda = I’m the commander // Jomp em op en you jump ai op // Attack her and you attack me. Chapter synopsis: As the enemies get closer, our new appointed commander embarks on a much personal journey.

A/N: This story keeps sending me into new research topics! I hope I’m doing them justice. Also since there aren’t a lot of trigedeslang transistors, everything in italics and underlined would be trigedeslang. Again, I’m partying ways from some canon events in the 100 in order for this to work. Work is not beta’d so all mistakes are mine.

Chapter 6 - The prince, the princess and death.

Tuesday 03:30 a.m.

That’s what you think the time it’s based on the stars illuminating the sky. You observe Wanda sleeping peacefully close to the table where you left her, having you decided to meditate a little.

Your soul is restless, for some reason, you can’t stop thinking about the impending war and the consequences it might have, you make a mental note to send Henry a message tomorrow night, the device for communications being at your chambers, just to ask him how’s everything on their side.

The night is silent.

It should feel peaceful but it’s thick with anticipations of something you quite don’t understand. A lot has happened in a few days, and the constant changing of things does nothing to calm your mind. You think of your family, especially your mother, How many battles and wars has she seen already in her life? She deserves a quiet life, For years she was just surviving, making amends with death but then your mom quite literally fell from the sky and well, they both deserve a quiet life already. Haven’t they suffered enough?

Your mind travels to the redhead close to you and how you went from wishing to know her to being betrothed. Funny how sometimes the universe chooses to give us what we wanted. You notice her slim figure and, think how much harder all of this is being for her, and, not for the first time, you wish you could do more, be more, for those you love and care about.

Wondering as well about your other guests, they will probably leave tomorrow sometime during the day, hoping Pietro or Natasha could stay a little bit more, for Wanda’s sake. Taking your eyes off Wanda you look at the sky and the moon, shining bright above you, making her best effort to bring solace to your query mind.

Raven told you once that your mind thought 800 thoughts per millisecond, never shutting up and it would be a good thing for Lexa to start training you on how to effectively lessen them. You should have paid more attention to your lessons, maybe if your mother had been the one to show you instead of Octavia, you would have studied more, ‘cause you definitely want that state of mind right now.

In a few hours, your party will leave for Tondc, despite the political air it has, that’s where you’ll go to get your tattoo done, right at Becca’s bunker. You’re still amazed at how a lot of things changed when it comes to the Commander rituals, thanks to your mother and her rules.

Closing your eyes again, you try to concentrate, inhaling and exhaling slowly, one, two, three times, but before you can reach the fourth inhalation you hear Wanda whining. Your instinct and need to protect her takes over you and you go to her side immediately. Later when you are questioned, you will recall seeing the red wisps coming from her hands but claim you didn’t notice until it was too late.

You touch her shoulder trying to wake her up and receive a blast of red magic, that, upon impact does feel a little weird, but is enough to send you flying and crashing against one of the bigger rocks on the wall. You have to thank Raven for teaching you to cover your head when being sent flying and crashing from explosions. That summer you spent with her and she used you as a dummy test (to the displeasure of your mothers), is proving to be effective now.

Still, the hard impact is enough to leave you unconscious. … … … … … … … … …

You awake (or regain consciousness) to the sound of screaming. Trying as quick as you can, you force your body to get up, opening your eyes but the air is strong, making it harder for you to see, so you instantly close them again.

Putting your hand covering your eyes you walk towards what you think is the table, squinting your way out.

“Wanda?” You scream but your voice can’t be heard.

The noises are too loud.

You somehow see the smoke rising from the way the Tower is. Feeling your stomach drop, you turn and try to look for Wanda but all you see is fire where the table used to be, you still make your way back to it.

“Wanda, where are you?” But the clouds are covering the moon and there’s a lot of fog, making it impossible to see beyond a certain range, you’re not sure if it’s from the smoke or the chill air, but is starting to get into your lungs. Covering your mouth you reach the table.

Nothing.

BOOM

The loud explosions close to you are enough to destroy the rock walls and send you to the floor looking for cover. Eyes closed, not making a move, you hide behind the hidden part of the table, covering your mouth, trying not to make a sound with your coughs. Inhaling, and exhaling, you calm your state but are still stiff as a rock, you’re not sure where the explosions are coming from or if someone is near.

“Wanda, where are you?” You try again, thinking as hard as you can this time, remembering how it seemed to work a few hours ago, hoping it gets to her again.

Silence.

Eery silence.

Not even the wind makes a noise.

Opening one eye you can’t see any fire or smoke. In fact, everything seems exactly as it was before the explosions, the moon and the stars shining bright above you.

Carefully, you start getting up from your crouching position, sword at the ready. What the hell is going on? Your (e/c) eyes scan the area, looking for a sign of Wanda, at this point, for someone, anybody to appear.

“Welcome… Strisis” you remember well that voice.

It lulled you to sleep many times, but it’s impossible for you to hear it again right now. Turning carefully, one foot at a time, forcing your body to move, refusing to opening your eyes. Counting one to three in your head, you slowly bring light to your vision.

Truth is, it’s not impossible as it seems.

He’s standing there in all his glory, just like you used to remember him. Clad in all black, his blue eyes contrasting his sandy blonde hair, but his hair is well stylish and not as sweaty as normal, due to all the training he’d done. He’s sporting a small smile, the same one he reserved just for you.

“Aden” a whisper you’re not sure it came from your lips.

Tentatively you take a step, he’s the same height you remember him, except this time, you are taller than him. Although you’re not as tall as your mother, you somehow reached Clarke’s height, still, Aden, as you see him now, is shorter than you.

“I have been waiting for you” yet he doesn’t move nor make any intent to come closer. You look at your surroundings, but nothing seems different than when you entered this place.

“How… what… is it really you?” You refuse to believe what’s in front of you. The reality of having him here could mean just one thing.

“I am” he still doesn’t move.

“I don’t understand… am I?”

“Your betrothed holds a lot of power”

You frown at the mention of Wanda. Where is she anyway?

“No need to worry Sistris, despite unconsciously trying, she cannot enter where we are”

“What?” The fog in your brain is going away slowly. You recall the night, meditating, Wanda whining…

And the red sparks.

“We’re in my mind?”

“Not quite Y/N, we are in something similar to the City of Lights. I’m guessing this was a result of her”

“Wanda?”

“Is that her name? I always wondered. Mother used to call her the Lady with magic hands, not the best phrase is you ask, no wonder mom almost choked on her water”

His laugh is remarkable and something you wished to hear more often when he was alive. Wait, your mothers knew Wanda had magic? Is that why they accepted Stark’s offer? But, if they know she has magic, and certainly all her clan know, why would ask for your union? You don’t hold anything compared to Wanda’s abilities, so what can you bring to the table?

“A lot more of what you think sistris"

Continuing to ignore him, for your own sake, a lot of things haven’t made a lot of sense so trying to search for it, under the circumstances will just bring you a massive headache.

“You said we’re in the City of Lights but is not my mind”

“I said, we are in something similar. This is still part of your mind. Lady Maximoff can’t enter this space, more than anyone, you should know and it’s not because of the chaos”

Despite your best efforts, you feel a headache coming. Is that possible? Feeling a headache while inside your head?

“Sunrise is coming sistris”

“Wait, Aden… don’t go” The fear of losing him again makes you act on instinct, recalling the sensation you felt all those years ago, closing the distance an embracing him.

He smells like pine and wood, combined with some citric notes, a little bit different from what you remember. Back in the day, you always mumbled he smelled like rain, Madi taunted him saying you meant it was wet dirt, but to you, it was something fresh.

“I’m here”

Despite the height difference now, you feel his strong arms circling you and comforting you in a way only older brothers can.

You don’t want to let him go and refuse to close your eyes in case he disappears. What if he’s a fragment of your imagination?

“I’m real”

He takes your face and cradles it with his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“Let us walk” he grabs your hand while you both walk, using his hand as an anchor to calm your rapidly beating heart.

Upon close inspection, you see now the lake where he used to take you and Madi.

“War is coming sistris, and nothing can prevent it, not even chaos itself”

This information is not a surprise to you. Maybe you knew it all along, feared it but hoped for a peaceful resolution. That feeling of emptiness you had and the restlessness you felt prior was a way of rejecting the truth.

“Mother has taught you well. You’re better than I was. No wonder the spirit of the prior commanders is calling and choosing you”

“Aden” the rest of your sentence dies there, hanging in the air because you well know that, if he would still be alive, the commander would have chosen him and you would have been a simple heiress, waiting for her turn to the throne.

Your only reward was avenging his death when you were of age. To be fair, it was a clean duel, Ontari should have known it was coming.

“I never had the flame but I feel them now. And they are all anxious for what’s to come. You have a powerful ally Y/N and your future wife can be the decisive key to win or lose, it will depend on you”

You let go of his hand and stay rooted in place. Wanda have a part in this?

“We are no wiser nor gods to decide someone's destiny”

“And yet here you are telling me I’m the one who will scale the balance”

“I’m just a messenger”

“You’re one of the judges aren’t you?”

“I’m not sistris. I’m here on your request”

What request? What the hell is happening? One sec you’re trying to meditate and the next you’re in some kind of extremely weird dream, talking to your deceased brother like it was a casual walk at your favorite lake.

And now Wanda has come into the equation.

At her mention or more of your thoughts on her, you see red fog covering some bushes at the other side of the lake.

Aden follows your sight.

“Chaos awaits. It destroys and creates, it can never be tamed or understood but it can be beautiful if loved”

“Why do you keep referring to the chaos?”

“Sistris…” his face is filled with genuine curiosity, frowning his eyebrows exactly like your mother. And not for the first time you’re considering, that in fact, you’re the adopted one of the family.

“What Aden?” Yet you don’t look at him.

“Your betrothed has chaos magic”

He’s expecting a reaction from you but it honestly doesn’t affect you the type of magic Wanda has, why everybody is making a huge deal out of this is beyond your mind. The red fog in the meantime seems to get bigger and bigger.

“Y/N” a whisper comes from the bushes.

Your eyes are still glued to the color red, and for a flicker of a second, a silhouette starts forming only to vanish right after. Curios.

“Sunrise is coming and we cannot be late” That makes you turn to him.

You’re back at the ceremonial place but it seems darker, the stars are far gone and the moon seems to hide behind clouds

“Y/N” the voice seems familiar, you hear it so close to you but yet so far.

Aden walks closer to you when he sees the same red fog getting closer and circling the ceremonial place.

“Curios” Aden’s voice seems now like a whisper.

He places his hand on your shoulders, the act making you face him. His face is serious, a carbon copy of your mother.

“There are things I’m not allowed to tell. The knowledge we possess is not carved on stone and there are things that escape my mind as soon as I want to say them”

“Will I see you again?”

“You will know the answer to that”

Feeling a pull, you notice the red fog is close just to you, it plays around your hand. Aden sees it as well.

“Curios indeed” and you feel his strong arms once again around you and you take the opportunity to absorb his scent, to feel secure in his strength.

“I feel the pain in your heart. Mother loves you, don’t doubt it”

Sometimes we just need encouragement to fuel the fire inside of us. Until this point, you never thought simple words could do that.

“Ste yuj sistris” he says almost in a whisper, kissing your forehead. “Yu laik ai kru, Oso laik wonkru. Trust us, trust the commander in you, and tell your betrothed I said that to her as well”

Opening your eyes you see him still in front of you but the red fog is pulling you towards it. You see Aden moving his lips but can’t hear what he says.

“Aden?”

Trying to walk to him your way is stopped by the fog.

“ADEN” you yell and feel the tears falling from your eyes, just like that night many years ago. “ADEN”

“Curios indeed. Ai hod yu in heinofi” his silhouette seems like it’s vanishing from your line of vision, combined with a tinted red from the fog around your body, feeling warm and not unwelcome at all.

And as soon as the words leave his mouth, you’re completely covered in the red fog… and all goes dark. … … … … … … … … …

You can hear noises but they are too loud for you to comprehend what’s happening. Your mind feels foggy and you feel tired, the pain in your head has become a migraine. You can feel the pressure on one side.

Feeling hands on your shoulders, slowly but surely the noises around you have started to get clear and you can identify voices, Madi, Octavia and Natasha are yelling and you feel pretty sure if you were to open your eyes, you can bet they’re doing some type of training.

“Y/N, please wake up”

“I told you to stay away from her!”

“Don’t you dare touch her if you want to keep your hand”

“Aden… don’t go” it scales as a whisper from your lips.

For a moment, you stop hearing Madi and Octavia and all you can feel are the hands on your shoulders, they feel warm and strong. You want to open your eyes but they feel heavy.

Hearing some rustling around you and the warmth from the hands is replaced by another pair, cold and callused, they feel foreign.

“Y/N… what did you say” Madi’s voice seems close now.

Getting up seems difficult. Groaning, you open your eyes, making your body sit up first. There’s a warm sensation on your forehead so you might as well open your eyes. Bringing your hand to the sour of pain you feel the thick and slick liquid. Blood indeed.

“Y/N you’re okay?” Her voice is worried and you detect a flinch of fear in it.

You look at her and see that Octavia has her sword out and is pointing it toward Wanda, Natasha in front of her, protecting her and you feel jealous. Why in the name of Gaia happen?

Madi is the one next to you, kneeling to see if you’re okay. Taking away her hand from touching your forehead, you seek impulse with your hands on the floor and stand up. Madi assisting you quickly. You look at her and nod, indicating you’re well enough to stand on your own, but she refuses to let you go.

“I’m okay”

Yet your words don’t seem to calm any of the situation in place and when you try to go and comfort her, Madi stops you. Seeing this, Wanda tries to go to you instead but is stopped by Natasha, who sees Octavia take one step towards her.

“Care to explain to me what’s happening? None of you should be here” trying your best calming voice.

“I could ask the same Heinofi” It’s been a while since you heard Octavia this exhaled and furious.

Nothing of this makes sense. With all the pain in your head, you find another solution and think as hard as you can, to instruct Wanda, if she can hear you and is ok, to tilt her head. Suddenly you feel a pair of eyes on you, effectively meeting her eye, Wanda’s frown is in place but she tilts her head, slightly but the move is there.

“Madi?” As stern as you can you utter the words.

She hesitates for a moment, probably because she never heard you using that tone or because you know your mother will arrive soon, if not sooner with all this apparent commotion.

“I was setting with Octavia the last supplies you’ll need to use at TonDC, when we heard a loud noise coming from here. When we arrived you were crashed in the rocks bleeding from your head and Wanda was standing a few meters away, her hands clasped around her magic”

“Y/N I wasn’t” but Wanda’s interrupted by Natasha’s hand on her hand. Now you’re the one feeling like seeing red.

“Octavia got the sword out and that’s when Natasha arrived”

“Glad I came when I did, two against one didn’t seem fair”

Now that makes sense. If you were blasted by Wanda’s magic that could explain why you kept seeing red fog but, didn’t Aden say Wanda couldn’t enter your mind? Then how you could see the red, characteristic of Wanda’s magic? Was she trying to enter your mind to see if you were okay, or she was unconsciously doing it?

“Octavia, please take away your sword from my betrothed”

“Can’t do Henofi”

“Octavia. I’m not asking”

That makes Octavia turn to look at you if barely, her eyes never leaving the pair of your guests. Madi’s hold on your body is doing nothing to keep you calm.

“Y/N I don’t think you understand”

“Octavia, em pleni!” And is the stern in your voice what makes Octavia fully look at you and Madi to loosen her grip on you.

“You vowed to protect and obey me”

“I vowed to protect the commander” Out of the corner of your eye you see Wanda taking a few steps out of Natasha’s reach, her eyes although guarded have a flicker of fear in them.

“Ai laik Heda, you like it or not,” you say between teeth. Masking your pain and foggy mind.

Funny things happen when the most calm and peaceful people raise their voices and utter strength into them. Madi lets you go but Octavia has difficulty relinquishing her guard and stance. You see the anger behind her eyes and finally, she puts her sword back in her scabbard.

“Yu laik ai kru” You speak these words towards Wanda specifically but mean to extend them towards Natasha and her clan as well.

Madi and Octavia look at you.

“Oso laik wonkru” you speak to them.

Hearing you speak trigedeslang is so foreign, since you barely use it, They’re more used to hearing from other people but not you, it makes them realize what the words you spoke convey.

“You are my people. We are one clan” you say for the sake of Wanda and Natasha and to make your stance very clear.

“War is imminent”

“Sistris”

“No Madi, it is. Aden told me”

“Aden?” Madi looks at you.

You can’t even if you tried, explain everything that happened inside your head (or outside) you’re still not sure where that place was or if you’ll go again.

“What happened was an accident. I startled Wanda. We cannot be divided. Ai laik Heda ”

The air feels heavy, and the implications of what you said, especially to Octavia, linger in the air. They never have seen you like this, Madi has a newfound respect for you if her kneeling in front of you indicates it. Octavia scans you, her scowl present but kneels.

“Jomp em op en you jump ai op”

“You are right daughter” You turn to see your mothers enter. Lexa was clad in her red stash and riding attire. Clarke is wearing a green cloak, you didn’t think she will travel with you.

“Octavia, Madi, rise"

“War is imminent. Aden has spoken to us”

What?

“Come Y/N, your ascension ceremony should take place today at noon”

Clarke looks at you and her eyes carry so much weight and sorrow.

“Mom?”

She just opens her hands, the flame is nested between the metal box you dreaded to see. What you don’t take into consideration is that there are two little boxes, meaning Wanda will get chipped too.

“Y/N, a flame-keeper has not been in our clans for so many years. Times are changing and for us, it changes as well in our traditions”

“Interesting use of words, Lexa. Remind me to learn to be as political and coherent as you” Stark's voice comes out of nowhere and suddenly you see a red suit floating. It’s close to the floor but you might have imagined it, you certainly will be confused after the blast.

“Natasha, be a dear and take the second box. You have been appointed to be the flame keeper, isn’t that exciting?”

So that’s a no on Wanda chipped but wait. Natasha?'

“With due respect Heda, I will use my right to duel and challenge Duchness Romanoff for the place of the flame keeper”

You all turn to see Octavia slicing her hand in a way that allows the hand to bleed minimally. Before anyone can say anything Natasha’s raspy voice accepts it.

“Lexa?” You hear your mom speak.

And then all goes silent, the calmness you felt before is there and you don’t have to look to see that Wanda has taken your hand and has interlaced your fingers… nor do you see the red magic coming from her hands and taking you once again into darkness.

-/-/-/-/-/

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[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

Feb 2023 Wk 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying most. 

Ongoing Series - Thai

My School President (Fri YT) ep 9 of 12 - WinSound totally won me over in this ep. They were great. Their competitive style of romance, made me really happy. Double tsundere it’s so rare to get and not be annoying or depressing. Of course the mains were adorable too. 

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) ep 8 of 12 - Solid little episode. Perth in the pool, thank U BL gods. Peeling the shrimp to rope, always a favorite of mine. Some awesome couple flirting and a nice romantic sex scene. What’s not to like about this episode?

Hit Bite Love (Sat YouTube) ep 2 of 6 - King is fucking adorable. Burger is clueless and (apparently) entirely straight. Shogun is one of the gayest characters ever put in high school BL. Heda is kinda awesome, basically a chaos wingman. Matteo is interesting. I genuinely like the central friendship between King & Shogun a lot. Queer baby besties! It’s Ming & Wayo-esk but better. Holy KINK FEST outta nowhere, BLman! I’m getting total whiplash with this show. Very Make It Right. What does it want to be? Who tf knows but I’m into it, that’s for sure. It’s accomplishing something, which most pulps don’t.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) ep 11fin - my backup computer is down so I haven’t had a chance to watch this yet. Hopefully but next week’s report.   

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 5: Love in the Future (Taiwan Weds Viki) ep 6 of 10 (or 11&12 of 20) - Jonny’s hair is driving me nuts. Hai Yi’s behavior is confusing me too. Office boys remain totally adorable. Very doomy mid run ep 6. Ah Taiwan, how unpredictable you are. 

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 8 - these weirdos make for very strange boyfriends. Frankly? K seems like a useless bit of business, if you ask me. 

Individual Circumstances (Korea Thurs Viki) ep 5-6 of 8 - I’m just annoyed with Mr. Tsundere at this point, he’s gone from grumpy to mean. I just want him to have a really good reason for having disappeared without saying anything, and good does not mean “sensitive pathetic authorial feels.” You don’t abandon your best friend just because you fell in love with them, that’s an unforgivably shitty thing to do. 

The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu (Japan Sun Gaga ep 1 of 8 - Stars Toshiki Seto (Senpai, This Can't Be Love). The world is about to be destroyed by a meteor, so Masumi visits his old uni library to read as much as he wants until the end. There he meets Ritsu, his player ex. It’s a bit awkward, and I’m not sure about the premise (it scares me that it might be sad). It’s racier, gayer, and has better kissing than i was expecting (again a sign it might go dark). Also Is Ritsu a big time bi-slut player or is that Masumi’s perspective? Regardless I’m intrigued if wary. 

Finished this week

The New Employee (Korea Weds Viki) ep 7fin - They are so cute it’s unbelievable. I thought it was a good office romance ending, if not a great Bl ending. All in all this is a darn near perfect nugget of an office romance BL, sweet and much gayer than we have any right to expect from Korea. Rainbow rice cakes forever! 9/10

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) ep 12fin - It’s a serviceable series about hot swimmers flirting and dealing with family drama in a sweetly earnest manner, but ultimately it squanders the talent in play. I would’ve preferred a cleaner narrative arc, less angst and more plot, fewer couples, and a shorter series. That said, there’s nothing objectively wrong, sub-standard, or off-putting about this show. And it has lots of consent and other good qualities. It’s fine. Watch along here. 8/10

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) ep 12fin - I did think a lot over why I disliked this one. Because on the surface it’s just your standard slightly terrible Thai pulp, and I’m usually not that mean about them. I think in the end it comes down to the uke who just seemed to never warm to the boy pursuing him, and never really actually wanted to be his boyfriend. Also terrible dead fish kiss. 5/10 

Gossip

Apparently we have new scions (waves goodbye to BrightWin) - GeminiFourth: The Crown Princes of BL. If you’re wondering how their chemistry is so good (My School President), this article may explain it. 

In Case You Missed It

Caught up on 2020′s The Reason Why He Fell In Love With Me. (Gaga picked it up and I’ve been wanting to see it since it got announced in 2019.) 

TRWHFILWM Series 1 - 2 teachers who work together at the same high school, one outgoing and the other reserved, start an affair. Gave me Ossan’s Love vibes and that is my least favorite kind of JBL. It’s just far too cartoonish and slapstick and I don’t like it. That said, it has several kisses, a happy ending, and they are cute together. So if you can this style BL, it you might like it. 

TRWHFILWM Special - Completely ignores the first couple and the teacher premise, carrying over just one main character, and should have been a new BL (Boys Love flashbacks). I understand 2021′s season 2 continues this tactic. But I’ll watch it eventually. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Not a lot actually, which is cool, I still got some 2022 catching up still to do. Why You Y Me, may be? 

Starting: 

Moonlight Chicken (Weds? YouTube) 1 of 8 -   

My Beautiful Man S2 - ??? sorry I’m scared of this one and not really paying attention, it being Japan and a desirable property, I’m assuming it will either be impossible to find or just show up on my dash in 2 places at once. 

Feb releases list is here. 

2023 forthcoming BL master post. (see comments some are inaccurate, NOT UPDATED)

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Hit Bite Love it’s classic terrible Thai pulp and I’m kinda loving it. 

Thank you very much GMMTV. 

FINALLY! 

Also FINALLY. 

More FINALLY (My School President). 

I love the acknowledged combative nature of this relationship. It’s great. 

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? Under the Skin by &team, eh, it’s catchy I guess

[puthyflapps]

Had a little thot about clexa’s baby having a tough time with teething 🥺

Clarke strolled through the city square of Polis with the little girl tucked securely against her chest and flanked by a group of imposing guards. She thought perhaps, taking the child on a relaxing walk in the warm afternoon sun might help soothe her restless little body. However, the effort seemed to be futile as the small form strapped to Clarke’s body continued to squirm in discomfort. The occasional whimper would escape the baby’s soft lips, and it sent sharp pangs of worry coursing through her mother’s heart. The young woman was just about to retreat back to the comfort of the Commander’s tower when she was approached by a familiar face.

“Wanheda,” the elderly woman greeted with a kind smile.

Clarke recognized her immediately as one of the many vendors who regularly visited Polis. Her name was Margaret, and if she remembered correctly, the older woman was known for selling a plethora of delicious fruits.

Being the Commander’s wife came with many benefits. One of which included being showered in gifts by the locals anytime she so much as stepped foot outside the walls of the tower. And with the recent addition of their daughter, the gifts only seemed to multiply. Vendors willingly and eagerly offered up a variety of goods ranging from clothes to toys and so much more. The woman before her was no different. Memories of earlier days when the blonde had first joined Heda in Polis flash before her eyes. Margaret had been one of the first people to welcome her with open arms, and she made it a point to surprise the sky girl with a new treat every time she walked past her stall in the marketplace.

“Hei,” Clarke responded in the woman’s native tongue. The skaikru woman was nowhere near fluent in Trigedasleng, but thanks to her wife, she had learned enough to hold a basic conversation. Clarke had even managed to learn a good deal of curse words thanks to Anya, a fact that both annoyed the Commander and delighted the General.

“For Heda,” Margaret stated with bright, caring eyes as she held up a wicker basket that was practically overflowing with colorful fruits.

One of the many guards traveling with the pair whose hands, unlike many of his fellow gonas, had managed to remain free of gifts for the Commander’s family reached out to graciously take the basket from the elderly woman.

“Her favorites from when she was a goufa,” explained the woman as her smile grew wider at the memories of the green-eyed natblida who visited her stall frequently, always eager to see what new treats awaited her.

The young mother can’t stop herself from mirroring Margaret’s dazzling smile as she envisioned a much younger version of her wife. Such exquisite images served only to leave her wishing that she had been born a child of Earth so that she might have gotten to experience such an innocent version of her beloved.

“Mochof Margaret, Heda is always grateful for your generosity.”

The grounder’s hazel eyes showed brightly, and her chest seemed to puff up with pride at the mention of Lexa. Clarke wasn’t sure she would ever get used to how much the people of the coalition loved her wife. From the moment they met, it had been obvious that Lexa would do anything for her people. It was one of the many characteristics the two young women shared and a large reason why the two were so drawn to one another. However, unlike her own people, the grounders seemed to reciprocate the Commander’s love tenfold. Individuals leaped at the opportunity to serve their Heda in whatever capacity they could, whether that be in the form of a powerful gona or a caring handmaiden. Vendors and craftsmen laid gifts at her feet not because they were seeking notoriety of some kind or because they wanted something in return from the powerful woman but because it was the only way the people of the thirteen clans could thank Lexa Kom Trikru for what she had given them — peace.

Clarke was soon brought out of her thoughts when she felt a stirring motion against her chest. She cast her attention away from the woman before her and towards the small bundle grunting unhappily in the sling wrapped securely around her body. Clarke's arms encircled her daughter's form, and she held the child closer to her chest as she began to sway back and forth. Doing her best to soothe the little one.

"Shhh, it's okay. We'll be home soon, I promise," Clarke whispered to the baby.

However, her sweet reassurances do nothing to ease the baby's pain. A fact that served only to make the ache in Clarke's heart more intense. The young woman casts an apologetic look over to Margaret, who's focused her attention on the small bundle in Clarke's arms. Worry etches its way across her face as she tries to understand what could have caused the Commander's daughter such great upset. Clarke pulls the fabric of the sling back enough to expose her baby's tear-streaked face. She lifts her finger to the child's plump bottom lip and pulls it down just enough to reveal the beginnings of a tooth.

Margaret's eyes widen in understanding as she sees what's been distressing the girl. The older woman rests a comforting hand on the small of the young mother's back as she lifts her other hand to signal for Clarke to give her a moment. Clarke watches Margaret's fleeting form in confusion, not understanding what the woman has set out in search of. It's only a matter of minutes before she returns with another delicious fruit. Mango, if she remembers correctly. She's had it a few times with Lexa during the days before their daughter had arrived, when they would hide away in their quarters, making love the whole time and pausing only to eat a quick meal here and there. Clarke notices this time, instead of cutting the treat into bite-size cubes, the typically oblong fruit has been sliced in half to reveal a rather large seed at its core.

"For the goufa," Margaret explains with her sweet eyes and warm tone.

She can sense Clarke's befuddlement. She can tell Clarke's unsure of what to do, so she pushes the fruit toward the little girl's mouth. Smiling contentedly when she sees her latch onto the fruit almost immediately. Margaret releases her careful hold on the mango when tiny hands come to rest on either side of it. Clarke smiles gratefully when her daughter's tears finally cease, and she begins to let out sighs of relief. It's a funny sight to behold, really. Her little baby holding on tightly to the fruit as she happily gnaws away. Using it as her own personal teething toy. She's never been more grateful for the connection between the people of Polis and their Commander than she is at this moment.

Clarke isn't entirely sure what Lexa's plans are for the rest of the day, but she does know that she'll be sending her back to Margaret's stall to purchase as many mangos as her gona can carry.

[rivertalesien]

so if there were gay writers doing it how would the scene play out differently? Like what makeitgay did or something else? I wanted a moment where they really talk and learn about one another and we never got that

It's not just whether the writing team has any representation, it's also time and what is prioritized for the story. "Clexa" was not a priority. Moving on from Clexa to get to the crappy AI story element was (and from there, we get JR building one of the most egregious cases of malicious queerbaiting ever, but I've done that to death, so to speak).

What else could they have done? So, if they weren't playing to cheap seats, being obnoxiously pandering to straight audiences, trying to make this relationship palatable (and "sexy" by "feminizing" her out of her Grounder persona), maybe it could have gone like this:

I would have had Clarke visiting Lexa after the fight, after people were done cleaning up and celebrating. Clarke (knocking, for once), showing up at Lexa's door to check on her, just to know she was ok and what would happen next. Lexa, tired, removing her armor, bruised, sore, not really interested in conversation at the moment, shy because it's Clarke and why would Clarke care, Clarke got her way, again, her people will be safe, as she promised, Lexa thinks that's all Clarke is there for, and repeats the promise--but that isn't what Clarke is there for.

She sees Lexa finch as she removes her gloves and the blood drying on her palm, maybe shoos away the handmaiden that brought in bandages and hot water, forces Lexa to sit while she tends to her, and asks her, casually, how is it she has black blood? And don't just say "the first Commander, blah blah blah, this is me and I will find out."

I mean, there's an elephant in the room and they never got to it.

What *is* Lexa?

As she's tended to, Lexa explains a little, hedges, then sees Clarke looking at her like, Bullshit, tell me, and she opens up: asks her if she knew of a 13th station. Had she ever heard the name Becca Franco? Quiet, Clarke nods. This is going somewhere. Lexa explains how she gave them black blood "for radiation, right?" But Clarke is a little wrong. She shows her the scar on the back of her neck. Maybe there's a little pulse of light under her skin.

Suddenly, the world gets a little bigger.

Because if Lexa is connected to what is, essentially, a database from Becca on down, she should know all that they knew. Making her "Commander" persona also a bit of an act. She's trying to re-civilize her world and is forced to do it uphill, in the rain, with no help.

And that's something Clarke might find WILD.

Clarke finishes quickly and makes to leave, she has to think, and Lexa, resigned that this is all there ever will be, that she will always give even though nothing is ever returned (maybe even wondering if Gustus was right and allying with the sky people will be the death of her), wishes her a weary goodnight without looking up and Clarke stops at the door, realizing, turns to see Lexa, head bowed, looking at her bandaged hand and she stops and walks back, touching Lexa's hair, making her look up and she says, sincerely, Thank you.

Maybe on her way back to her room, Clarke passes Aden and the other Nightbloods, looking relieved and anxious, wanting to see their Heda, and she tells them Lexa is tired and they should visit her tomorrow. The youngest looks at Clarke and asks her if she would stay with them then, maybe tell them a story, if Heda is too tired.

The world keeps getting bigger.

"What kind of stories does she tell you?"

They all smile.

"About you."

And the questions start. And Clarke can see, really see, they're a family.

"Did you really live in the sky?"

"Nobody can live in the sky, stupid."

"Birds do."

"They can fly. They live in nests. In trees."

"Did you live in a nest, Wanheda?"

"There's no trees in the sky."

"She's not a bird, stupid."

"Angels live in the sky."

"Angels live in heaven and they have wings. Do you see wings?"

"Maybe she lost them in the mountain. Did the mountain take your wings, Wanheda?"

And Clarke is overwhelmed because she did live in the sky, in a kind of nest, and while she never had wings, the mountain took something from her and she doesn't know how to get it back and she doesn't want the kids to see she's crying.

"I'm sure Heda will find you some. She knows everything."

Then another voice from behind.

"She's not that clever."

And they turn, and there's Lexa, in a dark coat, her braids out, looking like she's about to chastise them for bothering Clarke.

"Besides, if she had wings, she might fly home."

The youngest tugs on Lexa's coat and she is picked up.

"Maybe she could take us there."

"Is it so terrible here?"

Clarke wipes at her tears and smiles.

"I think I'd rather stay, if that's okay with you."

The children cheer and gather around the two women, who can't stop looking at one another, with a halo of smiles.

Anyway. That's my two cents.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Sorry, I really thought about typing out the whole name but then I was like “Nahhhhh… they’ll get it.” 😬 I wrote a piece of fiction for March 3rd this year that I liked, but I think I’d have trouble with a longer story but honestly your encouragement might be enough to get me to try! Another fic idea I had was a sort of Anya Likes Clarke But Clarke Is Too Busy Trying To Get Her People Out Of Mount Weather To Notice triangle, where Anya lives and gets to introduce Clarke to Lexa and both grounders are 100% smitten with Clarke, cause let’s be honest, I think if it was given time to develop, it might’ve happened. The angst that would play out when Lexa chooses to betray Clarke would just be.. mmmmph *chefs kiss*. Anya torn between her duty to her commander and former seken, and between the sky girl that had quickly made a crash landing into the deepest parts of her heart. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m 100% Clexa trash, and only Clexa trash, but I do like seeing the could-be relationships for Clarke played out. Like Princess Mechanic, or Octavia x Clarke (I don’t know if there’s a specific name for that), or Anya x Clarke. Hell, I even saw a short one shot once for an Echo x Clarke and that was interesting as hell to read.

Not to ramble too much but on this idea there’s another great one where Lexa is trapped in the mountain and gets rescued by Clarke instead of Anya. Doesn’t make the most sense, seeing as Mount Weather would not be dumb enough or have such a lack of info that they wouldn’t know who they had, but you need suspension of disbelief with all these things, okay? That one is just more one shot material but it gives us a chance to develop things between the two rather quickly, as it shows Lexa right away that Clarke is loving and amazing and that Skaikru is different from the maunon.

SORRY FOR RAMBLING IN YOUR INBOX. I have like a whole folder full of fic ideas in my notes that I don’t think I could pursue even if I spent nothing but the rest of my life going at it 😂

First of all, don't ever apologize for going off in my inbox. It's fine bby it's what it's there for!

Second,

Ok i sat with this for a few days because I really wanted to roll it over in my mind, and I have to just be honest. I am not the target demographic for this fic 😅

Now I'm definitely not shitting on your idea or even the want for this pairing or dynamic! So don't take it as that! I guarantee there are people who would eat this fic tf up ok

But for me personally, I just... I can't get down man. I can't. Because here's the thing, I have a hard time seeing Anya (specifically canon Anya) as anything other than a motherly/sisterly/mentor figure to Lexa. To the point I even wrote about it in my own canon fic that's coming. It's just something that's deeply embedded in my brain - Anya and Lexa are more like family than anything. More specifically, Anya is a kind of maternal figure, if not a hard-nosed older sister type situation.

So for me something like this causes a lot of narrative problems because I have a hard time finding a way to plausibly have it that Anya would ever knowingly go after someone Lexa was interested in. Lexa already had soooo few people in her life that were just there to support her and who she was allowed to love - which I think she did love Anya, her reaction to finding out Anya had been killed was devastation when you filter it through the hardened mask of Heda. So I have a hard time reconciling the idea of having one of those few people compete against her for a love interest. I have a hard time believing Anya wouldn't have seen immediately that Lexa was developing feelings. And when she did see that, I don't see her then ever entertaining the idea of possibly getting in between Lexa and this girl who had captured Lexa's attention.

I just don't think Anya would ever do that. Not only because of her respect for Lexa as Heda, but her respect and love for Lexa as Lexa

Also, and this is a big ALSO in the whole thing for me, going along with the idea of Anya being a motherly/sisterly/mentor figure, I just don't see Anya seeing Clarke as attractive or a viable lover interest. I mean she practically raised Lexa right? That's basically fanon lore at this point. And the thing is.... Clarke is younger than Lexa. By a few years

I just, I can't imagine Anya seeing someone younger than Lexa and not being like, "Ok well that is a fucking fetus. Who gave a toddler a handgun. 🤨"

[lexa-griffins]

Fluffy Halloween idea for farm clexa

Clarke helps her kids carve jack-o'-lanterns or decorate pumpkins if they're too young to handle a knife. The kids will also help Lexa bake pumpkin pie or other pumpkin flavored treats. Lexa will sew and create homemade Halloween costumes for her kids. Clarke and Lexa then take their entire family out trick or treating around their neighborhood

Oh 🥺

October is usually a lovely yet busy time on the farm. Everything is just so cozy around it. But it also means prepping for winter and doing anything that needs to get done before the snow starts. And of course aside from work, it is a time with many activities to do with the kids.

The pumpking carving with the kids is always as memorable as it is messy. Clarke will spend a good chunk of the afternoon gutting seven pumpkins and making sure to save the insides so Lexa can use them for various baking adventures. Then there's getting the kids outside and explaining to them what they're going to do.... about five times. Madi and Saige know so they keep wanting to start with the carving. The twins are already fighting for no reason. Aden is cranky from his nap. Skie pokes Willows pumpkin, so now she's crying. Saige is pouting because she wants to paint hers like Aden instead of carving. Clarke is trying to show then how to do it while Lexa breaks out fights and tries to make sure every kids ends up with the same number of fingers and eyes they started.

Its a mess. A fun mess at the end. Crooked and silly faced pumpkins but after getting the hang of it the kids love it and Lexa and Clarke even manage to work on their own pumpkjns while the kids are focused on theirs. Even if they arent the most beautiful and cohesive pumpkin patch in the world, Lexa and Clarke smile everyday as they pass by the pumpkin on their front step 🎃

The cottage smells so good the entire fall. Spices and pumpkin, honey and apple. Lexa bakes so much during this time, both for the house and for sale. The rain outside, the entire farm in those orange brown tones, the kitchen table cleared as the kids help Lexa roll dough for pies and there is always something boiling on the stove. Lexa constantly slapping Clarke's hands away from the pie fillings and cake batter. Of course at least once during the season Clarke will bake her pumpkin spice bread. Its still Lexa's favorite thing to eat with her tea and always brings her back to her pregnancy with Madi and Clarke's warm pumpkin bread being served to her still hot.

The costumes are always another thing that keeps the family busy. Store bought costumes for five kids is way too much money and despite Lexa's love for sewing and knitting its impossible for her to make them from scratch. Repeated costumes and slightly alterared ones are a big thing in their family and what is hard to simply adjust will be found at the thrift shop in town. Luckily the kids tend to prefer accessible things fairies and witches, vampires and cowboys. With some of Lexa's sewing skills and Clarke's craftiness they usually pull out some pretty adorable costumes for the kids, who are always so excited to wear them to trick or treat in town (because some of the farms are away from the town and its harder to trick or treat there the town usually organizes it so even the kids that dont live in the town can do it).

The kids love it and since they dont get all that much candy they go wiild with trading with each other for the ones they like the most. For Lexa and Clarke is very sweet watching them be kids and love the holiday but truth is as much as they love october, as november arrives Lexa and Clarke feel a little relief before Christmas peaks around the corner because oof if ot wasnt a busy month 😅

[owl127]

The Pile, Clexa drabble

read on Ao3

The night's chilly air blew heavily on Clarke’s face, erupting the curls out of her hood into maddening spins. Her cheeks burned red, stinging in the cold. Winter nights were merciless on the ground, scaring prey and bringing diseases, but the curses were antagonized by the most beautiful view Clarke had ever seen.

The first time the Sky Girl saw snow, she cried. She wasn’t the same innocent child that landed in a world of marvelous green. She was a woman with the burden of leadership and family, and seeing the purity of white reminded her of lifelong responsibilities. Her lungs burned at each breath, with the wind licking the space between her skin and coat. And cutting through the night, a lonely bird sang a low tune, bringing her to silent tears.

Tonight she didn’t cry, though the moon’s pale shine on the white ground painted a melodramatic smile on her chapped lips.

Clarke entered the tent with cautious feet, aware of the late hour. Fire burned high, forgotten, filling the space with warmth enough to shed her coat. Smoke escaped in cracks through the center opening, and the scent of candles and family embraced her.

She noticed Lexa’s purring first, deep and strong, a proof to her strength. Smaller, higher purrs followed, half buried in fur and skin. When Clarke pushed the curtain separating the main room from their private quarters, her lips cracked at the power of her smile.

Serah, their eldest, hugged Lexa’s knee as if it were her last breath. At nine, their firstborn was nothing like they expected and everything they needed and loved. Promised to be tall by her long legs, Serah was quiet and introverted, kind with animals and plants, and still frowned at strangers. She didn’t have Lexa’s dexterity with swords or Clarke’s talent and patience for healing. But the girl followed Raven like a true Second, thirsty for Ark technology, in a way that initially confused her mothers, though the entire family got used to small explosions when Serah was involved.

The twins buried themselves in Lexa’s hips, a mess of blond hair poking between furs. Jake, older by ten precious minutes, drooled silently over tanned skin, his purr the deepest of their pups. In sleep, his face relaxed from its usual seriousness, the fruit of being the quietest of all. Jake had the blood of a warrior and the stealth of a hunter. The little man followed Lexa to the training rings since he could walk, eager to learn what his sire and Heda taught him.

Clarke knew what being a Trikru warrior meant, and even though peace prospered under her mate’s command, war was only a matter of time. She shook her head at the thought of her son being old enough to battle and asked the spirits to protect him.

Aden, since coming to this world, had followed Jake like a shadow, though their personalities were as different as their appearances were the same. Smart and quick to laugh, Aden was good with a spear and fast on his feet, climbing trees and waterfalls with ease. There wasn’t a day Clarke didn’t have to disentangle the twins from fights, mostly between themselves and usually initiated by Aden. Lexa would laugh proudly, saying alphas had too much energy. Clarke, along with Serah, simply rolled their eyes.

Finally, the youngest, the three-year-old currently with a foot over Lexa’s mouth and a fist covering her sire’s eyes. Their princess. Born in the cold of winter and a friend of summer, the little girl tested her limits and those of her parents at every opportunity. After three alphas, Clarke didn’t expect an omega. Honestly, she was happy, because in a few years it would be Lexa’s responsibility to deal with ruts, and none of her pups would feel the pain of a heat.

Until Lumi came.

The only one with Clarke’s eyes, the little girl was more like the queen of the house than a princess. Bossy, easy to anger, and even easier to amuse, Lumi reigned in their household. Clarke blamed Lexa, though neither of them could resist the perfect pout Lumi could muster or the fat tears running over her pink cheeks when she cried.

Her small body rested half atop Lexa’s face, and if Lexa felt any discomfort, she didn’t show it.

Clarke sneaked into the wooden bed, the fur deepening as she entangled herself in the sea of warm bodies. She scooped Lumi from Lexa’s face and placed her between Aden and herself, with protests that soon died in tiny snores.

After kissing each forehead in a show of flexibility, Clarke pecked her mate’s lips. Lexa blinked awake, her lazy green eyes finding Clarke in the dim light.

"Hi," Clarke whispered, adjusting a head that bumped her ribs when she leaned down to kiss Lexa.

"Hi," Lexa growled, yawning at the late hour. "How did it go?"

"The patients are fine. Were you waiting for me?"

"The entire clan," Lexa joked, one of her hands resting on Serah’s brown curls. The girl sleepily nudged closer.

"Lumi was asleep on your face again." Clarke smirked, and one eyebrow arched.

"She must enjoy it." Lexa grunted and turned to massage her neck. "She’s getting heavy, though."

"They all are."

Lexa felt a kiss on her sore neck, shaping her mating scar. She made the tremendous effort to sneak her arm behind Aden and Lumi without waking them up to reach her mate’s shoulder. Her eyes blinked slowly at Clarke, inviting, and the omega muffled a laugh against warm skin.

"We are never carrying them back to their beds without waking up at least two," Clarke warned, knowing the wrath of waking pups in the middle of the night.

"We could at least try," Lexa reasoned, her lazy smile an attempt at being seductive.

"Sleep." Clarke kissed her one last time, and Aden mumbled at the movement above him. "I love you."

Lexa’s smile grew unbidden, a rare sight reserved for moments like this.

The family drifted off to sleep under the crackling of fire and melting candles.

[strelles-universe]

Asitatu Word of the Day: Masterlist

Sky Related Words

Anabu | Asisa | Asha | Ashmish | Aŕinu | Anuŕai | Iyeŕa | Luka | Mahiku | Nedu | Neha | Nehuŕa | Shuŕak | Soŕima | Uŕai | Urailaku | Yaidi | Yakuyi | Yeni

Fire Related Words

Adihikko | Aku | Aŕafra | Aŕasi | Asafra | Ashiva | Buŕass | Diŕuun | Fraihi | Haŕa | Hass | Hemer | Hreto | Illimifra | Labre | Mifra | Noko | Nonotuyuŕa | Rashu | Seŕaki | Sishu | Sisivatuyuŕa | Shema | Shen | Shenhiŕan | Shemifra | Sumihre | Visha | Yuŕa | Yursi

Water Related Words

Adi | Akaya | Ami | Daza | Hovi | Kega | Kepra | Lakus | Niva | Peŕsu | Sahre | Saŕu | Siŕa | Seŕu | Shiŕa | Suminiva | Sumisiŕa | Umish

Air and Wind Related Words

Yaifri | Yainuŕa

Earth Related Words

Hraye | Hulni | Moya | Oshir | Pele | Sefei | Seho | Shema | Sielsia | Tuma | Imiŕi | Vin | Yanra | Yuvai

Plant Related Words

Arguŕai | Bel | Beliyer | Besha | Bibi | Dama | Daskuŕai | Enha | Kamak | Hiki | Hir | Hela | Nehra | Ridu | Ruvan | Sen | Sir | Taya | Turu | Ufeŕuv | Veda | Vilo

Dangerous or Threatening Animals

Akida | Alai | Akikaya | Aŕefeli | Ebake | Huva | Okahri | Okahrile | Osesra | Vrakakida | Miŕa | Nimiŕa | Nixibo | Pafesheŕa | Xibo

Birds of Prey and Aerial Hunters

Iltai | Gisaya | Okeheŕ | Okigya | Ovihraŕ | Shepeŕ | Uŕafa

Seed birds and Farm Fowl

Aihra | Akeŕa | Emiŕa | Fehu | Frau | Iŕala | Kali | Kial | Mipra | Pipa | Xai

Rodents and Similar Creatures

Hulromi | Helri | KIshi | Kishirai | Nateŕun | Nidasa | Niŕumi | Oŕomi | Saaŕa | Sumkishi | Suŕidas

Bugs and Creepy Crawlies

Api | Fahle | Gihela | Giheesha | Gixise | Hali | Husenata | Kiishal | Kovela | Kurvu | Umi | Ximapi

Fish and Aquatic Prey

Aror | Gema | Iŕoa | Kumŕasi | Ogeprevu | Osrema | Oprei | Nigema | Nrina | Rana | Xisabran | Vuskaya

Food and Edible Plants

Eteŕ | Kamak | Koso | Shaai | Sohu | Xepin

Tools and Materials

Aŕesha | Elei | Seti | Sul | Sulshaai | Yusho

Titles and Ranks

Efra | Shuno | Illovisha | Mishfra | Ovisha | Vesha

Family and Kinship

Anemakiŕa | Anukaŕa | Ise | Isesha | Iseŕai | Heda | Hiŕa | Makiŕa | Nakuŕa | Nasiŕo | Nekuŕo | Nesina | Ovisha | Sekuno | Shuyuŕa | Sikuŕo | Ukahaŕa | Vasika | Vasiŕo | Venkia

Coat Patterns

Efena | Esra | Givra | Kilo | Meŕa | Sria

Body Parts

Aga | Are | Beŕa | Bran | Dasa | Ehru | Emi | Feli | Gamu | Gi | Hafa | Ilk | Ili | Iŕu | Isaŕa | Leski | Pafe | Ropa | Tatu | Tuni | Uesa | Vua | Xisal | Xu

General Verbs

Aba | Akyeni | Ameŕ | Anate | Avi | Eŕa | Fefri | Gahra | Haŕar | Ilra | Kaheŕ | Kiyai | Koto | Kovu | Kra | Mesu | Natu | Ner | Notu | Pasha | Peya | Prevu | Saŕo | Savoŕ | Sheva | Sur | Taver | Ukra | Uŕa | Vade | Vani | Vaya | Vega | Xaŕa | Xim | Yova | Yul

General Adjectives

Diŕa | Eŕun | Ikema | Isiyi | Iŕa | Hama | Kahri | Keta | Leki | Leya | Meha | Meŕatu | Naŕa | Nalashamish | Nuye | Olami | Pesuŕa | Per | Piyu | Sai | Saya | Seŕi | Sifri | Siva | Sum | Tai | Viko | Viŕi

Linking Words

Den | E | En | Ka | I | Iŕ | So | Tiyi

Numbers

Ein | Yun | Ter | Kei | Vefu | Sati

[graunblida]

☸ ⸻ GENERAL

name:   leksa kom trikru / lexa kwinn trygstad*

title(s): heda of the 12 clans, commander of the blood, fleim bearer

gender: cis female

age: 20-22 ( main verse), varies throughout verses

birthday: november 29th 2128-2130 ( listen not even the writers could decide when she came into this world ) place of birth: trikru village / town in virginia

spoken & understood language(s): trigedasleng, gonasleng (english), gaelic*, old norse*, kree*, klyntar*, galactic basic*, shyrriwook* (hehe), binary*

sexual preference: lesbian

occupation(s): leader of the earthborn, student*, bartender*, lawyer*, monster hunter*, vigilante*

☸ ⸻ APPEARANCE

eye color:  green

hair color:  dark brown

height: 5'7

major scars: nothing major in her young life, in one verses she gets a gnarly head wound resulting in her becoming blind in one eye, so there's scarring around the wound*

☸ ⸻ FAVORITE

color: green

song:  trigedasleng folk songs, anything by max rebo band*, sugaan essena - the asagar*, fade to black - metallica*, the day the world went away - nin*

food: whatever her wife makes for her <3 @maggicktouched

drink: mead, coffee*, tea*

☸ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

passed university:  yes, law program with backgrounds in either: environmental,* anthropology*, criminal justice*

had sex: yes

had sex in public: perhaps

gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: she is that powerful

kissed a boy: yes and it was yucky [insert everyone puked meme]

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: back, nape, right bicep, upper chest/collar bone

gotten piercings: ears

stayed up for more than 24 hours: yes

☸ ⸻ ARE THEY…

a virgin: naur

a cuddler: she secretly is

a kisser: yes

scared easily:  also naur

jealous easily: not exactly easy, but she'll lie through her teeth and say she isn't jealous when she's seething

trustworthy: in most circumstances, yes

dominant:  yes

submissive: with those she trusts

in love: she's almost always pining so yeah

single: verse dependent

☸ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves:  yes

thought of suicide: yes

attempted suicide: yes and no. like how matt murdock was at the beginning of season 3, you feel me? pfff

wanted to kill someone: all the gotdamn time

have/had a job: yes

have any fears: yes

☸ ⸻ FAMILY

sibling(s): a little sister named tris ( who in my canon was the same girl clarke and finn tried to help save )

parent(s):  aerin and yorek ( deceased in many verses for pain purposes)

children: verse dependent

significant other:  verse dependent

pet(s):  verse dependent

(*) in a specific verse

tagged : @debelltio, thank you!

tagging: @maggicktouched, @bokketo, @seilas, @hopegained, @percentstardust, @naturesbeat, and whoever else wants to!

[vmplvr1977]

Can't get this Alpha Clarke/Vampire Lexa AU outta my head! So I went ahead and posted Chapter One!

Summary:

Most couples have a quaint tale of how their relationship began. A meet-cute, of sorts, where two people destined to be together, whether as friends or lovers, share a random moment that changes everything. Usually, it is bumping into a stranger and spilling a drink all over their new shirt. Or two people who pass each other only moments apart at the same coffee shop for years before fate finally intervenes.

Clarke's first meeting with Lexa was nothing like the movies. Nor was it a tale to share with friends and family without extensive revisions. Still, it was clear that destiny had brought them together.

OR

A serial killer is on the loose, and the bodies left behind suggest a vampire is the culprit. Hoping to avoid a war with Heda's vampires, Abby sends Clarke to investigate, resulting in a fateful meeting. Following their steamy introduction, Clarke can't get the Vampire Queen out of her mind. Once known for being a player, the alpha ignores all potential paramours, hoping to win Heda's heart as fate forces them together to hunt a murderer.

Here's the link:

Whims/Winds of Fate/Destiny

[thessclexa]

First let me start by saying I love love love your stories!!!! Thank you. Your stories are freakin funny and so engaging. They hook me every time. Do you do stories for hire, for pay? I am working on a story of Lexa's younger years - how she became Heda and then how she united the 12 clans. It's in script form and I would love to hire you for your input/feedback.

Hello there! Thanks so much for reading my stories and dropping by! I’m extremely flatter by the offer but unfortunately I’m super busy rn with work/family and don’t have time. But THANK YOU so much!!!

[wanhedas-dagger]

Hey! I’ve read parts of “Tarnished but so Grand”and I think it’s a very well written fic. However I am curious whether you think Lexa in the fic has common characteristics with Lexa from the 100. I think her type in the fic exists in real life, there is plenty of people trapped in abusive relationships and molded by a terrible family. However that type seems in direct opposition with the fearless commander. Lexa was not only dominant as a leader but also assertive in her more personal relationships (like with Gustus or Titus). We only saw her soft side with Clarke and there after she let her guard down. How are supposed to reconcile that with Lexa quickly doing the dishes so that Michael doesn’t get angry? Of course a fic can change the characters a lot but I think it’s the only one that I’ve read where Lexa is so vastly different. I would love to hear your perspective.

I’m gonna be a dick here coz I’m lowkey done with all the people who miss the point and don’t know how to see things beneath the surface.

Firstly, you’ve read parts of the fics. Parts. That’s not enough to tell you enough about the characters. That’s not enough for you to know enough to pass a judgement like that.

And like?? This is so stupid I’m sorry. Of course I think tarnished!Lexa and canon!Lexa have common characteristics. They’re the same people just in different situations. If I didn’t think so I’d just have an OC, I wouldn’t use Lexa for it. If all that’s going to be the same is the name, then it’s not really a fanfic is it, then it’s more of an original story. Fanfics allow us to pick and choose certain facets of a characters personality and put them in a situation that amplifies that. That’s why they are all different in different AUs. But at the core of it, they’re all the same.

Lexa’s character in the show is so so so much deeper and more nuanced than Heda Leksa. There is so much more to her. You just have to be able to look under the surface and read between the lines and actually try to understand her. I’ve been writing her since 2016. I have a very good understanding of her character. I have pages upon pages of notes on character traits and studies and how things will be different in different universes. So idk what makes you think you’re in a position to criticize the way I write her. And like. If she’s too different for you, then just don’t read it and move on with your life.

And finally, if you did actually care about hearing about my perspective, you would’ve just read the damn fic.