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For lite smut Wednesday, what if Hiro interrupts Clarke and Lexa's steamy makeout session after they come back from a date? He keeps pawing at their door and meowing for attention when they're halfway undressed on the bed
A thoughtful finger traced the pulse thrumming in Clarke's neck, slim nail trailing over the dips and valleys of the soft, golden skin. Clarke rolled into the reverent hands, a small smile glancing across her face as she moved.
"Beautiful girl, lift your hips for me," came the breathy whisper from somewhere around Clarke's rib cage as Lexa slowly worked her way down Clarke's body, shifting the liquid silk dress up higher to reveal muscular thighs.
Clarke moved as though in a dream, the bright blue material fluttering off her body and down to the far cover of their bed as she crawled back to prop herself against the mound of pillows, reaching for her tipsy girlfriend as she did so.
Lexa crawled up the bed, eyes practically black in the dim light of the lamp as she moved up Clarke's body.
The room was quiet save the sound of their breathing as Lexa slowly lowered her lips to the perfect slope of Clarke's breast, preparing to set her teeth into the curve, then-
mrrrrrrOWWWW. Meow? MeOw? MEOW? rrrrrft.
Lexa blew out a breath as she lowered her forehead to Clarke's ribs in defeat, which were now shaking in silent laughter.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see a white mittened paw flailing wildly under the closed bedroom door, quickly followed by its mate.
Lexa, rolling her eyes silently, sat up with her giggling girlfriend to watch for a long moment as Hiro's petulant cries continued to increase in volume, until the small kitten was full out wailing on the other side of the closed door.
Clarke popped up from the rumpled bed, sauntering by Lexa cheekily to open the bedroom door. An irate black kitten sat on the other side as the door swung open, tail swishing angrily as she stalked past Clarke's feet to jump hauntily into her window bed, curling into a black void before closing glowing green eyes.
Clarke and Lexa looked at each other before Clarke flopped on the bed again, pulling Lexa down with her.
"I still cannot believe you brought home a parking lot kitten to terrorize us, Clarke-"
"Don't speak of your daughter like that, Alexandria-"
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Prompt idea! The first 300 words of an AU you've never written for before 👀
Lexa’s left eye twitches irritability as she once again feels fat water droplets spray against her feet, interrupting the entirely pleasant nap she’d been having, where she and Ali Krieger had been having a tasteful yet romantic dinner somewhere in the French countryside. Sitting up and shoving her large sunglasses off her eyes with one annoyed swoop, she blinks against the suddenly bright rays of sun that crowd her vision.
It was the perfect pool day at Polis’s community pool- bright, cerulean sky, a soft, warm breeze, and the temperatures teetering just under 90 degrees. Lexa had seized the chance to sunbathe and read for a few hours on her day off work, shut off her pager, and practically skipped down the street to get settled on a lounger, ready to sip ice water and read sapphic smut until her eyes crossed, all while solidifying her tan in the teeniest bikini she owned.
However, for the past thirty minutes, some little snotty-nosed kid (probably un-supervised and just itching to cause mischief), had been sporadically sending showers of water arching through the air to mist Lexa as she sat innocently in her perfectly positioned chair, placed specifically to get the maximum amount of afternoon sunshine possible. It’s not that Lexa didn’t like kids- she adored Raven and Anya’s adopted son, Aden, with every fiber of her being. However, random children in the general public? Lexa generally avoided them, finding them sticky, whiny, and rude.
Another scattered shower of chlorinated water doused her feet as she felt her patience waning rapidly. Standing up, she felt her eyebrows slide into a glower as she searched for the culprit. Seeing a dark-haired little girl pop up like a seal from the bottom of the pool, a bright smile stretching across her face as she triumphantly popped up, water frisbee in hand, Lexa leveled a finger at the kid, whose smile quickly vanished as she took in Lexa, towering over her on the pool deck, clad in a black swimsuit.
“It’s rude to splash strangers, you know-“ Lexa had begun to grumble indignantly to the little kid, eyes searching for the parent of this clear mischief maker, when the most beautiful woman Lexa had even laid eyes upon swam up beside the little girl, hosting her onto her hip and lovingly smoothing the wet hair out of her eyes before leveling a glare packed with the heat of a thousand suns onto a suddenly stunned Lexa-
“You scold my kid again, you’re going to get a lot more than a little bit of pool water on you, lady.”
#clarke as a momma#teeny madi my sweet angel#pool au#clexa#this ask has been lingering in my inbox for TWO YEARS#op I am so so sorry#just know if you've sent me a good prompt in the last two years i am stock piling them like a little squirrel preparing for winter
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#you really truly do have to give it to Alycia for how she played these moments#yes thirst obvs but it's so so much more than that#and that doesn't always get the respect it deserves#there's legitimate longing here#and nervous energy just fizzing at the edges of her entire being#that enamoured look that slips from hopeful longing to pure want with intent. you can see that tangible shift in her face#and the nervous breath she takes once she's decided she's going to go for it#the half swallow to steel herself against possible rejection because you can see in her face all the emotions just pushing her forward#listen Alycia played the fuck out of these moments idc idc#copied alllllll of these from andi
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Bomb diggity dang dog dude you could create a whole ass universe around the plants. I’m a fuckin sucker for gay disaster Lexa and deliciously confident Clarke
meeeeee too babes- glad you like xx
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prompt idea - “I’m pretty sure that’s not what the directions said to do.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not what the directions said to do.”
Lexa's eyebrows met perfectly in the middle, a thundercloud brewing above the crown of her head as she threw the Allen wrench down.
"Clarke, if you think it's that simple, then why am I the one that's been squatting on the floor for the past fourty-five minutes, trying to get this damn screw to thread?"
The ikea couch sat in front of her, taunting her, as it teetered, the second set of legs half- attached.
Clarke swung her legs from her perch on the kitchen counter, smoothing the 14 page direction set in her hands as she looked down at her grumpy partner.
The instructions crinkled as she brandished the paper in question, wordlessly shaking the graphic in her hand.
"Lex, it's not my fault you won't read the directions prior to starting the damn project. Also, I am the one who is growing an entire human, and you told me that would get me out of squatting on the floor, furniture duties for the next 15 years."
Lexa felt her lips quirk into a small smile as Clarke slipped off the counter, good naturedly propping her hands behind her back to stretch her spine, a pale flash of 6 month pregnancy belly showing momentarily under her cropped black top.
Lexa, as if pulled by magnets, found herself sidling up to her pregnant wife, threading her fingers through silky blonde hair, nosing her way towards a toasty warm neck, dappled with baby hairs.
"You're right my darling- I'm sorry. Let's get my girls their lunch and then I'll call Raven to put the damn thing together- she owes me after that prank last year."
"How was she meant to know that you were going to actually slip on that banana peel, Lex--"
"She owes me!"
The sound of Clarke's laughter floated through the open doorway as Lexa tugged her into the kitchen, dust motes swirling through the buttery light of the late morning.
#nyc au#this is later in life#i don't think i've ever written pregnant clexa??#but it felt right#clexa
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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
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i always see people saying that lexa’s face after clarke kills finn is one of surprise because she’s realising that clarke could have just as easily killed her. and while i’m sure that could be the case, i always saw it as lexa being completely stunned and sickened by her guilt. we know that losing costia was a key point in lexa’s life and caused her to view love as weakness, and i think that she saw clarke, bloodied and crying over her first love and holding a knife and burdened by leadership, and thought of herself and felt so guilty that she’d just watched clarke lose her first love, just like she did, because of her own orders.
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I do trust you, Clarke.
I know how hard that is for you.
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i think its so funny that alumni from schools like harvard and columbia that were there during the protests in the 60s-80s are expressing support for students currently protesting against the genocide in palestine, and random zionists that were NOT at these protests in the 60s-80s have the never ending audacity to tell these alumni "well thats different, what you protested was good and what they're protesting is bad." as if protesters against the vietnam war and apartheid south africa were not also demonized, arrested, brutalized, and even killed for their activism. history only remembers them fondly after the damage has already been done.
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She expensive 💅
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Hi kids! I am going to have a little more free time coming up soon- if you have any prompts or things you are burning to see or read- send them my way
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i hate you private jets i hate you bitcoin i hate you cars that go 200 mph i hate you golf parks i hate you yachts i hate you huge mansions with a pool i hate you luxery resorts i hate you exessive wealth causally killing the planet and using up ressources we all need
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Clexa kiss, author’s choice.
Author's choice- good morning
Lexa wakes up slowly as a soft but chapped pair of lips slowly skim the curve of her waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They inch their way higher, gentle presses of kisses raining down on her shoulder, her neck, the sharp cut of her jaw. She flops onto her back without opening her eyes, reaching blindly for her girlfriend of five years with warm, sleepy hands.
“Hmmm- good morning, love,” she quietly whispers as her questing hands finally find Clarke’s waist and seize their prize, pulling her closer. Clarke giggles slowly as she lets herself be reeled in. Thighs slot together and sleep-warmed skin presses close as the girls meld themselves together, the quiet peace of the night still lingering between them. A few sleep-drenched kisses are shared between them, Clarke snuggling closer to tuck her head beneath Lexa’s jaw- her favorite place to doze. They sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the closeness, the syrupy endless possibilities of this Sunday morning.
Lexa mananages to pry her eyes open as Clarke flails blindly for a linen sheet, managing to grab it and drag it over their bodies. She squeezes Clarke’s shoulders as she manages to wake up slightly, wiggling herself up to prop herself against the call. Clarke whines slightly at being moved but lets it happen, still flopping tiredly over Lexa.
“First morning in the new apartment, babe,” Lexa says, her voice rising in excitement despite her half hearted efforts to temper it. She winces slightly as she looks around- the room they had chosen to be their bedroom was filled with brown boxes, some with Clarke’s messier scrawl, others with Lexa’s careful cursive decorating their sides. They hadn’t unpacked at all after the last box had been carried up the two flights of stairs to their new third floor apartment, opting instead of order the pizza with the great pepperoni and really great crust from their old neighborhood, giggling like school girls as they ate it off of the top of their unpacked kitchen appliance boxes, dancing in their new living room to old Ella Fitzgerald records- the one thing that they had unpacked last night.
Lexa inched her way out of bed while she pressed one last loving kiss to Clarke’s lips, feeling Clarke smile into it as she also slowly pulled herself from her dozing.
“Are you going to make coffee?” Clarke enquired hopefully as she sat up, golden hair sticking up every which way as she scrubbed at her eyes. Lexa looked over at the mattress on the floor as she rustled through a box of what she hoped was sweaters, looking for something to throw over her underwear before she walked through their still-curtainless apartment.
“Yeah, baby- if I can find the coffee maker. And the coffee beans, and we have any creamer,” she realized with growing dismay as she stood, a blue sweater hanging in her hands.
Clarke stretched with a quiet moan before getting up, padding over to her horrified girlfriend. She pecked her on the nose as she pulled the sweater out of her frozen hands, pulling it gently over the mane of brunette curls.
“I packed it all in one small box and put it on the counter, so we wouldn’t worry about this,” Clarke said proudly, blue eyes sparkling as she found a faded green sweater and popped it on, the faded National Geographic print hanging to mid thigh. She laced her fingers through Lexa’s and pulled her teasingly into their new kitchen, laughing as Lexa stumbled behind her lovingly, blindly. She wacked her shin on a heavy box labeled books as she followed behind Clarke, hopping as she tried to regain her balance.
“Babe, when are you the organized one?” Lexa yelps as Clarke pries open the box, holding their favorite local beans up proudly as she digs out their Chemex with her other hand, glowing.
Clarke presses one more loving kiss to her lips as she moves to put the battered kettle on the range.
“Because Lexa, I love you so much, but you are an absolute terror without caffeine,” she says only partially jokingly, handing the colorful bag of coffee to Lexa to measure out.
“Hey!”
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