Lexa deserved to see Clarke tipsy. Lexa deserved to see Clarke laughing, unhindered. Lexa deserved to see Clarke jealous. Lexa deserved to see Clarke act like a dork. Lexa deserved to see Clarke flirt with her when she is desperately trying to keep serious. Lexa deserved to be able to pick Clarke up and swing her around after coming back from a long trip away from Polis. Lexa deserved to see Clarke in an old world dress. Lexa deserved to get inducted into Clarke’s friend group. Lexa deserved the chance to make Abby like her. Lexa deserved to live a happy life with her soulmate. Lexa deserved to have her lover by her side as she handled any challenges that were thrown her way. Lexa deserved to study ancient earth and Skaikru customs and get down on one knee to propose to Clarke. Lexa deserved to spend countless hours designing their bonding tattoos together. Lexa deserved to have a small yet elegant ceremony with everyone who mattered to them gathered to see the two declare their love to each other eternally. Lexa deserved to live. Lexa deserved better.
the 100 having both the most atrocious case of bury your gays trope in tv history and the biggest case of straightbaiting in tv history is so funny like they really said no-one is gonna win this you're all gonna lose
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A tap against the door barely breaks the silence of the night for how soft it is. The sound makes Clarke's stomach swoop with elation and a wonderful sense of dread. Instinct has her snatching up her knife and resting a hand on the pistol at her hip. She slips away from the table as the door eases open, fading back to the edges of the shadows and preparing to sink even further into the darkness depending on what comes through the door.
Her heartbeat pops like gunshots as Clarke holds her breath. Watching. Waiting. Feeling the barren pit of her stomach rumble in a jolt of queasiness that has nothing to do with it's lack of food.
But the fingers that wrap around the wood and ease the door open have her sighing in instant relief.
She knows those fingers.
Intimately.
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Or Clarke sneaks away from Arkadia to meet with the Commander in the dead of night