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Dec. 17 - Day 1: Basically A Hallmark Movie
Dec. 18 - Day 2: Naughty or Nice
Dec. 19 - Day 3: Under the Mistletoe
Dec. 20 - Day 4: Snowed In
Dec. 21 - Day 5: Winter Wonderland
Dec. 22 - Day 6: Spiked Eggnog
Dec. 23 - Day 7: Free Day
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no body, no crime
There’s a serial killer on the loose in Arkadia. Unluckily for them, there is also a bored necromancer in town who loves to play pranks by resurrecting their victims.
Neither are aware that they are dating each other.
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a clexa serial killer/necromancer au
read on ao3
#clexa#clexa au#clexa crack#no body no crime#necromancer au#clarke griffin#commander lexa#lexa kom trikru#clexa fanfic#clarke x lexa#modern clexa#clexa fanfiction#my fic
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Summary:
Family holidays are made a bit awkward when you're always forced to be around the girl who cold-shouldered your "I love you" with a three-month bout of silence. But man is it even more so when there are not enough rooms for everyone at the hotel that was booked and you get stuck sharing a bed with that same sort of ex who is trying their very best to get back to the friendship that you once shared. None of it's that bad really, it's really easy to mold over the past, make things easy for each other since you'll see each other for every major family event.
Problem is...
Lexa doesn't want to be friends.
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Clextober23 | Day 4 - Magical Nights | Flower Shop x Tattoo Shop AU
Blooming Sunlight
The Witches' Coalition is formed by 13 covens, the oldest of which is Trikru, the nature coven. A rivalry between Trikru and the newest coven, Skaikru, the light coven, has extended itself throughout the past few centuries and although many have forgotten about it, Lexa is a the type of witch who holds on to her coven's history and keeps the rivalry alive, set on not fraternizing with anyone who can perform solar magic in her life.
Proud owner of Trikru Flowers, a quaint flower shop that servers both the magic and non magic folk, flowers and bouquets made for spells and intentions, Lexa lives in the peace of her routine.
That is, until the vacant store across from her magical flower shop is suddenly occupied by a tattoo shop, the sun catchers and warm yellows accompanied by shinny blonde hair and bright blue eyes telling her her new business neighbor belongs to the rival clan and no amount of pretty smiles or the wonderful warmth of sunlight that blooms her entire shop will make Lexa change her mind about Clarke or her coven.
Quickly a rivalry grows between the two witches, Lexa still so attached to a hatred grown inside of her family for the newer coven she is unable to let go, urging Clarke's dislike for Lexa and her refusal to let go of a centuries old dispute, feeding it to a degree that could put the secrecy of the witches' coalition and the blooming of a small bud that Lexa as been dearly entrusted with at risk.
Coming to an AO3 soon(ish)!
#clexa#Clextober23#7daysofclexa#day 4 magical nights#au: rival witches#not the greatest moodboard but i did it on top of my knee#watch me find 50 mistakes in this after posting#clexa au
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#6 for kissing prompt using any clexa you want 😊
You’re now entering an unknown Clexa AU set some time during college.
Maybe it’ll develop into something? Send me your thoughts and questions.
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The bass is pounding so hard that Clarke can see the sound waves in her cup of lukewarm beer. Her mind wanders to Jurassic Park and she wonders if she wouldn’t enjoy being hunted by a T-Rex more than being at this party.
Beside her, Finn Collins is apologizing profusely.
Again.
She knows he is speaking, but she’s not listening. She honestly doesn’t really care that he missed the opening of the art show. It wasn’t like she’d sent him an invitation. It was a small college-wide display that would be going on for weeks.
She sees a hand come in to her line of sight. When her eyes focus, she sees fingers snapping in front of her face. “Yo, Earth to Clarke.” Finn has successfully grabbed her attention, and her murderous gaze.
“Did you seriously just snap at me?” She furrows her eyebrows.
He doesn’t even flinch at her tone.
“Yeah I was seeing if I couldn’t make it up to you.” He shoots her what she’s sure is supposed to be a cute crooked smile. It really just makes her want to rearrange his face.
She sighs, trying to make it clear that she’s not interested, without having to actually say it. “Finn, look. I’m not sure what—“
He cuts her off with a hand on her forearm. “I know you’re upset, princess. But it won’t happen again. I promise.”
“What won’t?” Clarke shrugs her arm away from his touch just as his eyes wander to something behind her.
“Oh hey, Lexa. Can you give us a minute?” Finn asks.
Clarke doesn’t hear a response. Instead, she feels herself being turned around with a gentle grasp to her shoulder. It’s like she’s moving in slow-motion.
Clarke’s eyes briefly land on the determined face of one Lexa Woods before she’s suddenly too close to focus on.
Two soft palms cup Clarke’s jaw as slender fingers grasp around the back of her neck.
Then Lexa’s lips are on hers.
It’s so unexpected that Clarke hadn’t had a moment to ready herself. Lexa comes in too quickly, damn near chipping Clarke’s tooth.
Clarke can’t find it in herself to mind. Instead, she sinks in to the feeling of Lexa’s hands cradling her face.
Clarke wraps her hands around Lexa’s waist to pull her in tighter, just as she starts to feel Lexa pulling away.
Clarke can hear Finn muttering curse words under his breath as he wanders off.
“Jesus, Lex. What was that?!” Clarke all but squeaks. Now looking Lexa directly in the eyes.
Panic is the only word that could possibly describe the look on Lexa’s face.
“Shit. I just saw him over here bothering you again and I thought— I don’t know what I thought. I didn’t think.” Lexa’s rambling and Clarke can’t help but find it endearing. Leave it to Lexa to step in and save Clarke from unwanted advances. She’s just never been quite so bold about it.
“Lex.” Clarke tries to get her attention to calm her down.
“That was bad, wasn’t it?” Lexa winces.
“Absolutely terrible.” Clarke teases back with a grin. “You should do it again.”
#clexa#clexa au#this could be another fun AU but I don’t have any solid plans on making it into anything#butttttt you never know#a little Lexa saving Clarke from unwanted advances AU#the other kiss prompt
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Day 1 - Spirit Week
Nerd/Jock day for spirit week
#clextober23#clextober#clarke x lexa#lexa x clarke#clexa edit#clexa fanart#clexa#clexa au#clexa moodboard#day 1 spirit week
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Finding Your Love by Moonlight
Clarke Griffin did not want to be at this Halloween party right now. She was dragged here by Raven, whose girlfriend, Anya, was hosting said party.
Dragged here against her will, Clarke refused to put any effort into her costume, chosing to simply wear her old Sailor Moon shirt, a nod to her old childhood crush.
However, Clarke did not expect her current crush, Lexa Woods, to be at this same party. Moreover, Clarke was not prepared to see Lexa dressed immaculately as Sailor Moon.
In stark contrast to Clarke's pathetic shirt, Lexa wore the full costume, including the iconic blonde wig, white gloves, red boots, and the signature sailor uniform with its sinfully short skirt.
To her embarrassment, Clarke was spotted by Lexa from across the room, making her feel so underdressed compared to her crush who strutted towards her.
"Nice costume. I didn't know I had competition, Clarke." Lexa giggled.
"Thanks, Lexa." Clarke nervously replied as she found herself face to face with her real life crush dressed up as her childhood crush.
"But let's be honest. You're actually Sailor Moon with your costume. You look amazing!" Clarke confidently reaffirmed as she checked out Lexa from head to toe.
"Thank you Clarke. That means so much to me." Lexa smiled widely as her cheeks blushed from Clarke's compliment.
"I actually made this costume myself. My guilty pleasure is cosplaying and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to dress up as my favorite superhero. I swear I had the biggest crush on her." Lexa gushed.
Clarke's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe Lexa, the hottest girl she knew, was into cosplay and shared the same crush as her.
"No way! I had a crush on Sailor Moon growing up too. She was actually my bi-awakening." Clarke confessed with pride.
Surprisingly, the conversation flowed easily between them once they discovered their shared love of Sailor Moon. Clarke loved seeing how passionate Lexa became when she discussed how she made her costume so it didn't come as a total surprise when Lexa asked her
"Hey Clarke. Would you like to take a closer look at my costume? We can go somewhere quieter and more private like my room if you want."
"I'd love that." Clarke eagerly replied as she allowed Lexa to grab her hand and lead her away from the party towards her room.
Coming soon to AO3
I'd like to thank the lovely @lexa-griffins for creating this amazing moodboard for me and beta'ing this drabble
Also, here's my manip of Lexa in her full Sailor Moon costume
#clexa#clexa au#clexa fic#clextober#clextober23#rory's stuff#rory's fic#rory's sin#my writing#cosplayer!Lexa#sailormoon!Lexa#clexamanip#clexa edit#lexa#lexa edit#g!p clarke griffin
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hi everyone 👋 i wrote something [[the one where i found this in my google docs from months and months ago and finally finished it and accidentally created a teeny tiny fwb au]]
“Is this why you invited me over?”
Lexa humphs. She tries to take her phone back from Clarke’s grabby little hands but no luck; Clarke uses her shoulder to block her, shoulders rounding as she leans over the phone possessively like Gollum with a ring.
“It’s not, but - oh, wow, Lex. These are - these are really bad.” Clarke can barely get her words out around the laughter bubbling up from her chest. Lexa’s ears burn and her cheeks pink as she collapses back against the couch, half wishing the cushion would just swallow her whole. She crosses her arms and tucks her chin against her sternum, the definition of sulking while Clarke ridicules her dating profile. She swipes through profile pictures - the main one with Lexa proudly holding an 8lb bass she’d caught last summer, the next of her locked in an arm-wrestling match with Anya, another posing with Lincoln’s golden retriever puppy in the middle of a baseball diamond.
Lexa thought the pictures were good, making her look attractive and showcasing some of her personality - outdoorsy, athletic, good with animals.
Clarke apparently doesn’t share her opinion.
“The fish pictures. What is it with the fish pictures? I thought it was a straight white boy thing but. Well, you don’t quite fit that bill.“
“I’ve gotten a lot of matches and compliments on my pictures, thanks. Especially on the one with the bass. Can I have my phone back now?”
“Yeah, I see that. Hm, here - Kylie Jones. Has a boyfriend but wants to experiment if you can be discreet. She’s excited to have found a lesbian that isn’t so ‘butchy’ - her words, definitely not mine. And then Dana Walters, who has a Let’s Go Brandon t-shirt on in her profile pic. Really reeling in the all-around 10s I can see.”
“Alright, that’s enough.” Lexa lurches forward and catches Clarke by surprise enough to wrest her phone out of her hands. She promptly hits the lock button and slips it back into her pocket. “They’re not all like that. I’ve gotten plenty of perfectly nice, fully vaccinated girls replying too.”
“Why are you even on Tinder?” Clarke changes her line of questioning. “I’ve never heard of anything good coming from it. People just use it to hook up.”
Lexa shrugs. “Maybe that’s all I’m looking for. I’m not searching for love.”
Because she’s already found it. She exchanges a meaningful look with Clarke, who undoubtedly picks up on her unspoken thought. But Clarke had told her she isn’t ready to be with anyone, not yet. 6 months ago. And Lexa’s willing to wait - she knows that Clarke’s ex-boyfriend had cheated on her and understands that she isn’t ready to jump back into dating right away. But she’s also human and has needs and 6 months is a long time. So, Tinder.
Clarke looks thoughtful. She keeps staring at Lexa and Lexa stares back, not quite sure why her heart is beating a little faster in her chest. “So you’re just looking for meaningless sex? No strings attached?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“I can do that.” Clarke looks completely serious but Lexa’s certain she must be joking. She’d rejected her when she'd asked her out on a date all those months ago and they’ve been platonic friends ever since, and now this? She’s offering sex? Cannot compute. “You don’t need to go out and meet these random strangers. That doesn’t sound safe, or fun.”
Lexa can think of a dozen reasons that’s a horrible idea, starting with the fact that she’s in love with Clarke and Clarke is not in love with her. It’s a recipe for a disaster. “Uh, it’s nice of you to offer but -”
“Are you horny right now?” Clarke interrupts, effectively shutting Lexa up. “Because if I’m honest you’ve been driving me nuts in those jeans all day.” Her eyes rake up and down Lexa’s body and Lexa swallows, mouth suddenly dry. Clarke’s hand is on her knee now and she isn’t sure how or when it got there.
“Clarke, we really shouldn’t,” she says, but she’s unable to keep the hitch out of her breath when Clarke scoots a little closer, slides her hand a little higher. It could be a trick of the light but it looks like her pupils have gotten bigger, infiltrating normally-blue territory.
“You don’t want to?”
“You know I do,” Lexa laments. “It’s just that -”
“Feelings. I know,” Clarke sighs. She’s rubbing circles over the faded denim covering Lexa’s inner thigh now, absentmindedly. “So you’d really rather fuck some stranger?”
“Not at all,” Lexa admits. “But…”
“Maybe it would be easier than you think. To separate the physical from feelings?” Clarke suggests. Lexa’s pretty sure sex would just compound her feelings. She bites her lip, torn and uncertain. Her heart and her body want one thing but her head is warning her against it. “Okay. Okay, I’ll stop pushing, I’m sorry. I’m being an asshole. You said no.” Clarke says, smiling in a sweetly apologetic way. She pulls away and returns to her separate space on the couch, sighing, looking adorably flustered.
Flustered because she wants Lexa. Fuck. And Lexa wants her. So what are they even doing, sitting here feeling tortured? Her resolve breaks quickly. “Okay,” she says. Clarke’s eyes snap up to meet hers, full of question. “I know you said you’re not ready for a relationship right now, but if you feel like you’re ready to sleep together then we can try -”
Clarke is across the couch and in Lexa’s lap so quickly it almost knocks the wind out of her. Lexa had thought she was the only one pining and wanting and lusting after her best friend but despite Clarke’s rejection, she seems equally as desperate and frantic as she crushes her lips to Lexa’s. And fuck, it’s even better than Lexa had imagined it would be. Clarke’s lips taste like her vanilla chapstick and she winds her fingers through Lexa’s hair and Lexa has never felt so consumed by a kiss. So wholly unable to think of anything else, her pulse fluttering wildly as her hands find and settle on Clarke’s hips. Clarke reacts to the touch and grinds down and Lexa is briefly embarrassed by the moan that flies out of her mouth, until Clarke mumbles, “Fuck, that’s so hot,” against her lips. She nips at Lexa’s lower lip then, pulling it between her teeth and biting down just hard enough to sting, eliciting another moan.
Lexa normally prefers to maintain a little bit more control during sexual encounters, but with Clarke in her lap kissing her furiously and rocking her hips she finds herself more than willing to relinquish some control. Things move fast and slow simultaneously from there, time blurring as they lose themselves in one another, all roaming hands and hungry mouths. After an indeterminate amount of time Clarke reaches down and deftly undoes the button of Lexa’s jeans. Following a quick check-in to which Lexa very quickly consents, Clarke slips her hand under the elastic of Lexa’s underwear and runs her fingers through her, finding her already slick with anticipation.
“Fuck, Clarke,” Lexa gasps at the sensation, hips jerking involuntarily.
“I’ve got you,” Clarke murmurs softly, stilling long enough that Lexa opens her eyes, not quite remembering when she’d shut them in the first place. She’s not prepared for what she sees; the softness in Clarke’s eyes as they search hers, the lust and want clear in them but also something…else. Something she can’t quite put her finger on, and she doesn’t have time because Clarke starts moving again and renders her incapable of thinking of anything other than how fucking good that feels.
“I’ve got you,” Clarke says again, before leaning back in to swallow Lexa’s groans.
Lexa is fucked - literally and figuratively. Because the more Clarke says that, and the more Clarke keeps touching her like that, the more she realizes that ready for her or not, she’s already very much Clarke’s.
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Human!Lexa
werewolf au
Lexa Woods, 27 years old and unlucky in love, living an average but otherwise happy life. Given her track record with relationships, Lexa is ready to give up on finding her true love and move onto the next part of her life, becoming a mother. The only thing stopping her, though, is the excessive pricetag that comes with pursuing artifical insemination. So her only hope is to find someone she can...coerce into helping her out.
In comes Clarke, perfect in every way, practically like she walked right out of Lexa's dreams, and it's enough to make Lexa wonder whether she really is ready to give up dating. Clarke is sweet and charming and eveyrthing Lexa could have asked for, it helps that she has the ability to impregnate her too. What she has with Clarke feels special, it feels like there might be a future here, but regardless, Lexa's one and only goal is to get pregnant as soon as she can.
It should at least make her rethink having Clarke's baby when she learns the woman is not human...but if anything, it makes Lexa even more eager to jump her bones. No, she didn't know werewolves were real, but there were always rumours, and it explains a lot of things about the peculiar little town she grew up in. Nevertheless, her goal is clear.
But maybe Lexa wasn't prepared for what that entailed, especially considering how...well endowed werewolves are. And it seems like she has gotten more than she bargained for when Clarke tells her - after she gets pregnant - werewolves are born in litters.
Clarke moodboard + intro
coming soon to a fic near you
#t100#t100 au#clexa#clexa au#werewolf#werewolf au#moodboard#clexa moodboard#clexa edit#commander lexa#commander lexa edit#au werewolf clarke#personal
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Clexa Fanfic Series: something wicked (this way comes)
Synopsis: After the death of coven leader Thelonius Jaha, Gustus Woods' banishment from Polis, Massachusetts is lifted and he moves back with his two daughters, Anya and Alexandria Woods, who have no idea of their family lineage or the prophecy that had been foretold long before either were born.
Chapter 4: midnight séance (words: 8,746)
Clarke and Lexa hold hands on the docks, looking out into the ocean as they enjoy their own cones of gelato. Clarke offers her cone to Lexa, who licks the raspberry flavor. She offers her’s to Clarke who scrunches up her nose.
“No thank you, only you would get some weird tiramisu flavor.” Clarke remarks. Lexa laughs and rolls her eyes.
“It’s good! Come here, try it.” Lexa uses her hand that is holding Clarke’s to bring her closer as Clarke squeals and laughs as Lexa shoves the cone in her face, smearing it on Clarke’s nose and lips.
“Lexa!” Clarke exclaims, laughing but never actually trying to get away. Clarke licks the flavor off her lips, and jokingly pouts about the gelato on her nose. Lexa chuckles, leaning in to lick it off.
“There, all clean. It was good though wasn’t it.” Lexa smirks. Clarke rolls her eyes and laughs.
“Whatever you want to think, Lex.” Clarke guides them to sit on a bench that overlooks the water, watching the boats leave the harbor and some coming back in. The two sit together, just enjoying each other’s company and finishing their gelato. It had been a few weeks since the dinner. Summer was starting to come to a close, and since they had decided to pull back a little on investigating, they’ve been spending all their time together. Clarke teaching Lexa more spells, Lexa researching spells Clarke hadn’t known about, the two practicing together. Going on dates and learning more and more about each other. Clarkes learned about the time Lexa had a bad concussion during soccer that she forgot how to read for half a day. Lexa knows about the time Clarke cried because her kindergarten crush named Riley didn’t want to be her valentine. Lexa knows that when Clarke is nervous, she chews on her bottom lip, Clarke knows when Lexa is frustrated, she works her jaw from side to side.
Continue reading here!
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Final chapter of POLIS TATTOO is up!
Read here
#clexa#clexa fanfic#clexa fanfic au#clarke and lexa#clarke/lexa fanfic#clexa au#clarke x lexa#tattoo!artist lexa
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CLEXTOBER IS HAPPENING!!!
Keep your eyes open for updates and the theme list.
#clextober#clextober23#clexa#clarke x lexa#lexa x clarke#clexa fandom#clarke griffin#lexa woods#clexa au#clexa event#clexakru
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secret recipe- part vi
posting this here because not sure if the ao3 email notification went out! But the new chapter is up, let me know what you think!!
#fic: secret recipe#i tried so hard to get this out for clexaweek😔#i might just start posting individual posts instead of reblogging the original#idk#clexa#clexa fanfic#clexa fic#clarke griffin#commander lexa#lexa kom trikru#lexa woods#clarke x lexa#modern clexa#clexa au
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I’ve Got News For You
(Or the 80s rival TV newscasters AU no one asked for…)
It’s 1987, and Lexa Woods is a serious, austere news anchor, always delivering the news with smooth, measured gravitas. Nicknamed “the perfumed menace” she’s renowned for being a tough and exacting interviewer, a household name with the plaudits to back it up. Meanwhile, Clarke Griffin is a plucky reporter on the ground with a megawatt smile and disarming manner, who’s carved a niche for herself with frivolous, crowd-pleasing fluff pieces and lighthearted human-interest/animal segments. Lexa doesn’t hide her disdain for the rival outlet’s content and tone, yet it consistently beats her own channel in the ratings, to her supreme annoyance.
So she’s furious and indignant when station manager Indra tells her they’re poaching Clarke from their competitor.
“I won a Peabody for my coverage of the opioid crisis in Mount Weather!”
Lexa’s rant gathers steam.
“We’re a respected news source. This,” she gestures at the freeze frame of Clarke reporting from a feline beauty pageant, “is not news.”
Lexa stabs a finger in the air, oblivious to Indra’s subtle eye roll.
“I won’t stand here and watch my reputation for high-minded broadcast journalism be washed down the drain. I’ll walk.”
She also learns they plan to bring in a male anchorman, some eye candy for the housewives. The focus groups find Lexa too severe and haughty.
“I’m the anchor. No one reads the news but me.”
“Well,” Indra tells her firmly. “Things have to change or there won’t be a show to anchor. Would you prefer they take us off the air entirely and replace us with compilations of idiotic home video mishaps? They’re cheap and everybody loves them.” (The “unlike you” goes unsaid). “I’ve heard grumblings from the board.”
Lexa stares, aghast at the notion.
It takes a lot of placating to calm her down, vague promises of a primetime special on a hard-hitting topic of her choosing.
When she’s introduced to Clarke the following week, Lexa is frosty, aloof, giving the cold shoulder. Later that day, they butt heads during a pitch meeting. Lexa dismisses Clarke’s ideas, leaving her fuming, and everyone else stepping on eggshells.
Record scratch cut to Lexa’s dressing room...
Clarke kisses her hard, nipping sharply at Lexa’s bottom lip, an undercurrent of rebuke in her voice when she tells Lexa, “You could dial it down a notch, you know? For someone who wants to get under my skirt, you could stand to be a lot nicer.”
Lexa soothes Clarke by trailing kisses along her jaw to that spot behind her ear that makes her knees buckle slightly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
She sucks a kiss at the top of Clarke’s neck. The pressure light, not enough to leave a mark, conscious of how that might reflect poorly on Clarke, professionally speaking. Half the station already thinks she’s a ditzy airhead (a false impression that Lexa did nothing to discourage, she acknowledges to herself with a tiny stab of guilt), and a visible hickey would only provide more fodder for snide gossip.
“Anya was in the room and I overcompensated. She’s too savvy not to be suspicious of me suddenly singing your praises.”
“Oh, yeah?” Clarke hoists an eyebrow as she leans back, out of range of Lexa’s roving mouth. “Been trash talking me to your producer?”
Lexa‘s throat bobs. “I… might have expressed some strong reservations about the new editorial direction.” For some reason her mouth keeps moving and words, the wrong ones, keep spilling forth, as though she isn’t actually someone who’s built a storied career on being an excellent communicator. “I’m just not convinced by the pivot from hard news to a magazine format, or that our two styles will successfully mesh.”
Her heart plummets as Clarke pulls away and starts to tuck in her blouse. “Well, you definitely won’t be meshing with me now.”
“Clarke, wait. Come on, can’t we talk—”
“No. You’re such an ass, Lexa. Beautiful, sexy beyond belief, but an ass all the same.” Clarke strides across the room, ignoring Lexa’s pleas, and lays her hand on the doorknob. Pauses to look over her shoulder, not fully able to mask the hurt and betrayal in her expression. “Let’s just do one another a favour and stay out of each other’s way, alright? And a word of warning: don’t try to get me fired. I will lawyer up and sue this station into oblivion.”
“I—”
Lexa stares at the empty doorway, bewildered at how a sizzling secret makeout session went so far off the rails so quickly, and left wondering how she can possibly repair the damage.
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Someone messaged me, saying, "Hey Vamp, when ya gonna do a Vampire Lexa fic again?" And it got me thinking. I was already planning on an Alpha Clarke fic, so why not make Werewolf Clarke/Vampire Lexa mood board? If I'm lucky, and Clextober happens, I just might post a new fic (at least chapter one) for Halloween.
#clexa#clexa moodboard#my moodboards#werewolf clarke griffin#vampire lexa#clarke griffin#lexa kom trikru#alpha clarke griffin#lexa's a badass minx vampire#clarke's a cocky flirty wolf#clexa au#I'm rambling I know#but I spent all afternoon making this and had to share#is clextober happening?
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Ankle monitor clexa for kissing prompt 2 please 😊
“You taste like my new addiction.” Lexa feels more than hears Clarke murmur into the crook of her neck.
Lexa barely holds back a snort. “Oh, come on. You can do better than that.”
Clarke continues peppering kisses up Lexa’s neck, across her jaw, and finally latches back onto her lips. “I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.”
Lexa chuckles into the kiss. It’s the perfect kind of kiss, grins knocking against each other, more tasting smiles than tongues. “Clarke, you’re so sweet you’re giving me a toothache.”
“Did you just drink a Coke? You’re soda-licious.” This one earns Clarke a full blown giggle while Lexa pulls her down fully onto the bed.
“I’ll show you delicious.”
#clexa#clexa au#ankle monitor au#wow it’s been so long that’s not even in my recent tags anymore 🫣#anon asks#the other kiss prompt
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