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topazy · 2 years

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Sky of stars

Pairings: Lexa/reader

Warnings: Character death, mentions of blood

Chapter: 0.07

You stood panting, as your eyes traced over all the bodies on the floor. It was a surreal feeling knowing you were standing in front of the next commander.

You were in love with the next commander.

“Ai hodnes,” Lexa approaches you and cups the side of your face with her free hand, her other hand still clenched around her blood-soaked weapon. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, unable to form a verbal reply.

A look of concern crosses her face while stepping back. “Y/N…”

“Hofli keryon kom commanders choose yu,” you finally say.

—

You walk closely behind Lexa through the woods, checking that the area is clear. You hadn’t said much, which hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Lexa suddenly stopped walking and turned to face you. She looks almost remorseful. Her lips parted but no words came out.

You clear your throat and blink away any tears that threaten to spill from your eyes. You refuse to let your emotions get the better of you. “I can’t help but wonder if any of these men are the ones who raided my village, if they are the ones who took my mother.”

“I promise you, here and now, that when the time comes, I will do whatever I can to save our people.”

You pressed your forehead against hers. “I know,” you sigh. “We should find Anya. I think the mountain men are gone for now.”

—

You regrouped with the rest of your clan inside caves south of the Trikru village. Anya had informed you both that two warriors had fallen by the hands of the mountain men. They had run out of the cave to lure the men who had gotten dangerously close to the cave. They sacrificed themselves. They died as heros. As true warriors.

Anya stood in front of you and smirked before standing on a rock to address her people. “Today we lost warriors at the hands of the mountain men. Make no mistake, when this war is over we will be victorious and stand in the blood of our enemies! Jus drein jus daun!”

“Jus drein jus daun!”

The whole Trikru continued to chant as you made your way back to the village. Anya had sent riders to check it was clear beforehand, so she knew it was safe to travel.

The war with the mountain men was far from over, but you couldn’t help the feeling of optimism that filled you. Maybe it was the chanting, or the way Lexa smiled at you, but all the dread you’d been carrying suddenly disappeared.

—

Moonlight and the small burning beacons are your only sources of light amid the night sky and trees. In the corner of your eye, you noticed one person wasn’t chanting. Ona. Despite growing up in the same clan, you didn’t know much about her, aside from the fact she was a few years younger than you.

You slowed your pace to not make it obvious that you were watching her. Something was off. You could feel it in your bones.

When you finally reached your village, you hung back and watched as the rest of your village entered, and Ona stayed back. You watched in horror as she readied her bow and arrow.

Ophelia.

You ran as fast as you could towards where she stood. You recalled the look in her eyes when you cut Ophelia. You’d assumed Ona and Dela would hate you for betraying one of your own, but you never thought she’d follow through with the plan to assassinate the Trikru leaders.

She wasn’t going to stop trying to kill them, so you needed to stop her.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she turns to face you. Ona’s eyes widen as she jumps down.

“Ona!”

“You betrayed us!” She spits back.

You lunged forward and plunged your knife into her neck. At the same time, you felt an agonising pain in your lower stomach.

You stumble back and look down to see an arrow sticking out of your stomach. Your vision began to blur, but you could make out the sounds of voices getting louder around you.

—

Your eyes open slowly and the vision of a person leaning over you becomes clear. Lexa jumps a little when you weakly squeeze her finger. “Ai hodnes, are you in pain?”

You shake your head. Lexa’s beautiful eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying. “Ona?”

“She’s dead.” Lexa pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before letting out a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Don’t, you were leading your people home. That’s what a real commander does. It’s what you're going to do until the day you die.”

A feeling of warmth takes over your whole body. Your eyes look down at the bed you are lying on. The fur covering your body was dark brown, but you could still make out the fresh blood soaking through it. You knew you were bleeding out and didn’t have much time left, as you were starting to feel extremely tired.

Lexa leans down beside you and brushes strands of hair off your sweaty forehead. She lets out a breathy sob, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Warm tears fall down your cheeks as you whisper, “I love you too.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆𝐸𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓊𝑒 ⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

You watched for years as Lexa grieved the loss of those she loved and cared about. You watched her mourn for Costia when Nia killed her. Watched as she remained strong when Anya died. Watched as she betrayed Clarke Griffin, the girl from the sky who she had deep feelings for, so that she could hold onto a promise that she made to you and free the grounders from the mountain men.

You watched proudly as Lexa Kom Trikru became the greatest commander that ever lived.

You dreamed of being reunited with Lexa one day, but when her spirit left her human body, you didn’t go see her. You gave her time. Lexa still had work to do. She needed to help Clarke save the human race one last time before she could truly be at peace.

The sounds of branches snapping behind you made you smile. She had finally found you. You looked down at the beautiful flowers around you. Lexa looked speechless as she approached you, “I remember this place.”

You did as well. It was identical to the place you introduced yourself to one another after escaping the reapers. Except now it's different. There was no danger where you were.

“It’s been so long, I’m surprised you remember me,” you say, chuckling slightly.

Lexa runs towards you and embraces you by wrapping her arms around you, “I could never forget you.”

Now that you had reunited with the love of your life, you were finally at peace.

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lexa-griffins · 7 months

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What's this about a clexa bones au 👀

So its kind of a bones au and while it does follow some of Bones format it isnt fully fully a Bones clexa au.

Lexa's a renowned forensic anthropologist of course but Clarke is not an FBI agent, she is actually a forensic artist that ends up working at the same lab as Lexa thanks to Lexa's intern and Clarke's friend, Octavia. Indra is the coroner and the lab director; Raven is the tech side of Angela while Hodgins is split between Anya and Murphy (Anya is dirt and fabrics, Murphy is bugs).

Lexa is Brennan if Brennan had a drop of self awareness at the start. She's everything Brennan is mostly aside from that and she is also an author - the only difference is that she writers crime with a twist of straight erotica because it flies off the shelves and hey., Lexa knows a few things about what ladies like 😌 she's crazy smart, direct to the point, extremely confident. Doesn't really believe in relationships but does enjoy casual sex 👀

Clarke is Booth without the FBI side and without the catholic guilt. She served in the army and does have a gambling addiction from before. She doesn't have a kid but she does have a kid brother that lives with their step dad since their parents died. Cocky yet very caring everyone but herself, she is eeary of relationships and has some commitment issues but casual sex is fine with her.

And thats really where they end up. Fucking for the sake of fucking, sneaking some quickies here in there at work that are fine as long as Indra doesn't catch them or ot doesn't interfere with their work.

And then Lexa falls.

And she confesses.

And Clarke rejects her. "Not yet."

Lexa respects that. And she tries to move one.

Then special agent Costia enters and before they know it they hit it off. Costia takes Lexa on dates and sends her flowers. And they spend more time at Lexa's apartment than separate so they move in together. And Lexa is perfectly content.

And Clarke tries to be happy for her too. She tries. She was the one who said no. She doesn't get to be jealous as Octavia reminds her even if "Dr Bitch Bones deserved it".

When a headless skeleton ends up at their lab, Clarke finds the source of her jealousy gone... but at what cost for Lexa and the engagement ring in Costia's pocket?

Or the fact there's a serial killer on the lose seemingly wanting to play a game with Dr Woods?

#letter opened #:D #i actually have the ENTIRE thing planned out the entire plot points 😅😅😅#costia actually did propose to lexa but she said she wasnt sure yet - a repeat to what clarke told her #Costia is fine with it but shes called for a case #the next day - her body is on their table #lexa does not take it well #and clarke jumps to comfort her and she has some horribly mixed feelings #it has some Bones plot points #including a surprise baby for clexa 🤣

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coeurdastronaute · 2 years

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Winter Olympics Ch. 10

Previously on Winter Olympics

There were nerves.

There were tied in the third period, gold on the line nerves. There were shoot out nerves. The once in a lifetime moment, in a full arena that was deathly silent, every pair of eyes on you, television viewers alike holding their breaths, kind of nerves. There was a family legacy of excelling in those moments, kind of nerves. A collection of nine Olympic medals, three Stanley Cups, two world records, and a dash of sibling rivalry, kind of nerves, ever-present in the all-encompassing moment.

There was winning.

There was the moment the puck hit the back of the net, a little up-top three hole kind of goal. Just out of reach of a glove-side save. There were all of the nerves rushing out of her body as she screamed and pumped her fist. There was a final breath as her team swallowed her whole, gloves and helmets flying in the air as the quiet was broken and everyone yelled and screamed.

Lexa was not unfamiliar with nerves. She had plenty. She thrived under nerves.

But as she stood outside of a certain snowboarder’s room, Lexa felt nerves she wasn’t used to. Maybe it was the steady rush she’d had during the game, and the overwhelming relief that came when they stood on the podium, at the very top, and accepted their medals. When she bit her gold and earned a hug from her father, Lexa hadn’t thought about this moment.

But now, she rubbed her sweaty palms against her thigh and stood a bit straighter. She squared her shoulders and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She had to knock twice, the first time her knuckles made contact, they were ineffectual, just tapping weakly. There were parties happening everywhere, but Lexa knew where she had to be after escaping her father and seeing her brother finally win his gold.

“You,” Clarke smiled warmly as she opened the door.

Lexa nodded and returned it a little weaker.

“Me. You,” she returned.

Hair still damp from her shower, wet spots littered her shoulders, while the door opened and betrayed the steam from the shower, and the smell of Clarke’s shampoo wafted around them, clean and perfect and warm. But she leaned against the door, moving only slightly to allow the hockey player inside.

“You did it,” Clarke offered. “Congratulations.”

They stood close, toe-to-toe, Lexa bowing her head to look down as Clarke looked up at her, the perpetual grin on her lips.

“You too,” she whispered, searching the snowboarder’s face, reaching her hand up to softly run her knuckles along her jaw. Clarke’s tongue darted out over her lips quickly. “Anya wasn’t too mad, was she?”

“Absolutely livid. But another one-two punch isn’t the worst for us. She said she’s going to come for my gold next time.”

“Can’t have that, can we?”

“I told her she was the only Woods to not get a gold today. Chapped her a bit,” Clarke smiled and shrugged, finally bringing her hands up to tug on Lexa’s hips, closing whatever meager distance had existed between them. “That and the 1800. She hated that.”

Lexa cocked her head slightly, enjoying Clarke’s mood, and how contagious it was. She was happy, she was glowing, she was alive and warm and open. Lexa played with a strand of wet hair and felt thumbs rubbing against her hip bones.

“It’s time for that conversation,” Lexa started, steeling herself.

She very much wished that she could have held off, that she could have let Clarke slip into her lap and they partied with all of their friends. But how could she sit there, killing herself to know what was going to happen? It was too much. She wanted to rip the bandaid off because for the first time since Costia, she genuinely believed she had a chance with the stranger who wasn’t a stranger. She couldn’t wait any longer-- she had to know.

“Is that why you stood outside for five minutes?”

“It wasn’t five minutes.”

“It was more like seven.”

“Shut up.”

“Not a great way to start this conversation,” Clarke teased.

But she sighed and leaned forward, digging her forehead into Lexa’s chest near her shoulder. Her whole body followed, leaning closer until her arms slipped around the hockey player’s waist. Lexa returned the hug, hanging her head and squeezing Clarke’s shoulders.

“I have words to say, now that I’ve finished work,” Lexa began, pulling away. “And you’ve finished work. And we don’t have any other distractions.”

“Did you practice this speech?”

“Yeah.”

Clarke shook her head and grinned, taking a step back. She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against a counter in the kitchen. Lexa felt unsteady suddenly, without a prop keeping her upright. She shoved her hands in her back pockets.

“Go on then,” Clarke ushered.

“I think we’re cursed, me and my family. We fall in love at the Olympics. I’m not--

“Are you-- did you just say--?”

“Let me get it out,” Lexa furrowed, aware that she was already not starting on her script.

This was why she prepared though. Her mouth tended to make sounds that were inappropriate and didn’t help the situation.

“Yeah, but we’re circling back,” Clarke promised, taunting her.

Lexa took a deep breath. She’d had some champagne already. There’d been champagne showers in the locker room. Much of it had gotten in her mouth.

“I live in Boston. I have a whole life there. I have a dog there. And you have a whole life all over. It’s kind of not fair that all of this happened. I mean… I’ve been so focused on this moment, and now it’s over, and you’re still here, and I feel very strongly for you,” Lexa took a breath and finally looked at Clarke who seemed to be waiting for more. “What I mean is, I want you to meet Odie. And I want you to see my apartment. And it’s very selfish of me, to want that. But it’s been a great two weeks. Maybe you won’t like me tomorrow. Maybe the moment we leave Canada, you’ll hate me, because it has only been two weeks. But I don’t want to not see you for four years. And… I don’t know how to have this conversation. I don’t know what to ask for, I don’t know what to offer. I was hoping you might help.”

But Clarke remained quiet, her eyes warm but not giving anything away, her face perfectly plastered and stoic. The only movement that came from her body was the gentle, steady breathing of her chest. Helplessly, Lexa swallowed, afraid she’d misunderstood what conversation they were supposed to be having, and terrified that she’d misrad so many things. It wasn’t that long. Sixteen days, in fact.

“Could you say… anything?”

Lexa wished she’d kissed Clarke when she came in. That would have been the smarter play.

“I didn’t want to interrupt the speech.”

“It wasn’t much-- I hadn’t practiced-- okay, so it obviously didn’t come out right.”

She ran a hand along the back of her neck and hung her hand there anxiously. But Clarke was amused, and Lexa felt perpetually like the girl in the hall who needed told how to flirt. She hated Costia more than anything in the moment, not because she was a terrible person-- they just didn’t work out-- but more because she’d taken up so much time and Lexa really wasn’t good at new languages.

“I don’t know. I thought it came out just fine,” Clarke promised. “You’re the number one scorer in your league. You’re a staple on your team. I looked up your jersey. I could see myself wearing something like that.”

It still wasn’t making sense. Lexa held her breath.

“I can offer you me, and my time, and all of my attention. If that’s something that interests you. I think you should ask me for all of it. I’m going to ask you for everything. If you’re serious about… you know… this,” she motioned between them, the space just a few feet. “I want everything you’re willing to offer.”

“Very,” Lexa nodded. “All of it.”

“Okay. So I can visit Boston. What do you say we start there?”

“Yes please.”

“I heard you don’t share well,” Clarke took a step, closing the self-imposed space between them.

“I’m the youngest. It’s a flaw,” Lexa shrugged. Her hands flexed in her pockets. She wanted to take a step but she couldn’t.

“Let’s not share then.”

“Yeah, I like that.”

“Maybe you won’t like me in Boston.”

“Maybe.”

Another step until they were close again. Hands moved to her neck, ran along her shoulders and anchored there so the entirety of Clarke’s body pressed against Lexa’s.

“Maybe Odie will hate me.”

“Doubtful. Guard dog, he is not. He’s bribeable.”

“Are you?”

“You mentioned wearing my jersey?” Lexa smiled, her body relaxing with the proximity. “Sounds like a good bribe.”

“There are more conversations to be had, but I feel like this is a good start.”

Lips hovered near her own, and Lexa chased them slowly. Clarke’s breath ghosted across her chin. She nodded. Clarke could have asked her for her pancreas and Lexa would have nodded.

“Olympic gold medalist, Lexa Woods, continues her father’s legacy of winning and finding love in the Olympics,” Clarke announced, earning a chuckle.

“Let’s not think about him right now.”

Lexa leaned forward before Clarke could try to be funny. She kissed her and earned a hum of agreement. She leaned forward and cupped Clarke’s ass and picked her up again so that she had to chase the lips that now sat taller than her by a bit.

“I think I would like to find you after this,” Clarke whispered, pushing Lexa’s hair from her face. “And keep you.”

“Can I keep you?”

“That sounds better.”

Clarke kissed her this time, and Lexa maneuvered toward the stupid twin bed in the corner, careful laying her down and joining in her normal spot. They were needed elsewhere, and elsewhere would happen, but for now, Lexa was ready to savor. The conversation she’d wanted to have was marry me, run away with me, adopt more greyhounds or cats or bunnies, if you want, your parents for Thanksgiving, and mine for Christmas, what kind of dresser do you want, and we should never be apart ever again, type conversation.

But Lexa was grateful none of that had come out of her mouth. She was happy with this. One day she’d get to have those talks. They’d make sense after a longer period of time than two weeks.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” Lexa lifted herself up to pull off her shirt. “Want to go to the party?”

“We can be a little late.”

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1 Month

There were things to be done, after the Olympics. Clarke had a full slate of press and tours and branded promotions. Lexa had an entire slate of the same, on top of it being in the middle of her professional season.

But they finally exchanged numbers, and distance was barely bearable, but they were busy enough to try to forget most days.

It started when Clarke posted a picture of the pair from their whale watching excursion a few days after she’d flown home, alone. Missing the whales and this girl, she’d written in a bout of loneliness and ache one night before bed, knowing Lexa would see it she she’d finished her morning gym routine.

Before falling asleep she looked at the picture of them, with Lexa wrapped around her shoulders, kissing her cheek with sea lions lazing in the background on a buoy. And even though they were across the world from each other, Clarke smiled and texted her a brief goodnight text.

By the time she woke up, there’d been hundreds of missed texts and DMs and comments on the photo, their official coming out despite all of the other moments stolen. It was late, but she still called Lexa immediately, asking about her day and if everything was still okay. Her girlfriend just laughed and said it’d been a busy day for some reason, and Clarke let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

When she scrolled through Lexa’s page, she saw their pizza night, the entirety of their two families together near a fire pit, a few pitchers of beer on the table, Lexa holding up a pint, Clarke’s arm around her waist as they sat beside each other. Winning was great, but this was better. Clarke swiped to the next picture, with both of them making very stupid faces, very unflattering, but perfect. And the next a picture of Anya and Lexa, arguing about something. The next, just Clarke winking and making a face. Another of Lexa and her dad and brother.

Clarke had known nerves. She’d known what it felt like to stand at the top of a mountain and fling herself down it, fling herself into the air and spin until she wasn’t sure she’d survive. She knew what pressure felt like, to want to win, and believe that she could, to be happy that someone else topped her, while at the same time desperate to be the best on her own. She knew pressure and nerves.

What she hadn’t considered was what it would feel like to stand near the glass with Anya, in a jersey with Woods on the back, and watch Lexa without her knowing she was even there. That was a lot of nerves. She’d rather be on the top of a mountain. They were great apart. They kept busy, they missed each other, they texted, they sent pics, they did their best and it was tolerable, but barely.

She’d known her for eighteen days in person. There were a ton of fucking nerves to make it real again.

She hadn’t seen her since the end of the games. At least not in person. There’d been quite a bit of facetime and phone calls and selfies. But this was the first step, the first part that they’d first talked about. This was the beginning, and just like Lexa couldn’t wait to have the conversation, Clarke couldn’t wait any longer. She knew what Lexa looked like when she was concentrating. She knew about a birthmark on her wrist. She knew what Lexa tasted like, and frankly, she really missed it. There was this moment, the final night, the final time, where all Clarke could remember was Lexa’s eyes when their foreheads were pressed together. She missed Lexa’s labored breath on her neck. She missed the bruises on her thigh. She missed movies in bed.

Lexa won the game. She put on a show, with one goal and two assists and not a broken nose to be seen. It was only when Lexa skated by that she stopped and put her fist up to the glass near her cousin.

You, she mouthed, her eyes wide with surprise.

Clarke pressed her palm against the glass, her smile so big she was sure that her cheeks were going to break. Once separated by thousands of miles, there was just a few inch thick piece of plexi glass keeping them apart now. It was still too much.

If it were possible, the nerves were worse, waiting after knowing. It was too much time for Lexa to reconsider. It was too much time for Clarke to think about how impulsive it was.

“You,” Lexa greeted her, swallowing her up in a huge hug, swirling her around outside the arena, melting all other worries away. “I can’t believe you’re here. When did you get here? How?”

“Shut up,” Clarke smiled and finally kissed her.

It was deep. She scratched and clawed her hold on Lexa’s neck and shoulders, missing it, forgetting how good it was, or worse yet, refusing to let herself remember. But she knew, instantly. She knew from the moment their lips connected.

Lexa couldn’t stop smiling. She didn’t. And Clarke dug her nose into Lexa’s shoulder as they sat at a small restaurant with Anya and Bellamy. She’d missed, but not forgotten that scent. She inhaled it greedily, the slight hint of sweat, the bit of body wash, fresh and forested.

Clarke knew nerves. She felt the immediately after the elevator opened and Lexa tugged her down the hall toward her condo.

“I can’t believe you’re here. How long are you here for? You’re here. You… do you still like me?”

Lexa dumped her bag on the floor and placed Clarke’s next to it. Two bags remained on top of each other. Two.

“I do,” Clarke promised. “I’m sorry I’m a bit late. I came as soon as I could.”

A dog stretched, yelping slightly as they lights clicked on and Clarke looked around at Lexa’s space. A big TV, some video game console. A comfy looking couch. A dog bed under the window. There were pictures on the wall, frame movie pictures. There were fresh flowers on the dining room table.

Clarke was introduced to Odie. She was given slobbery kisses and let a cold nose nudge her hip and ribs. But Lexa nudged her head and told him it was time for bed, and he listened, slipping into his giant pillow happily.

“I’ll give you the tour tomorrow, if that’s alright,” Lexa smiled quickly.

Clarke stood in the middle of the living room, curious about all of it, curious about making Lexa more real. She wanted to know what it all meant. She wanted to understand what was happening. She wanted to see what was in Lexa’s fridge. But she hadn’t flown across the planet to snoop. She’d flown across the world to see the lanky goofball who looked entirely too good in her leather jacket and black jeans.

And just like that, Lexa was in front of her.

“Do that thing,” Clarke looked up at her and bit her lip.

“What thing is that?”

“You know. The thing.”

She slid her arms up along Lexa’s neck and wrapped them there, tying her hands together and grinning. It dawned on Lexa, and the tips of her ears burned slightly. Clarke watched her blush migrate across her cheeks, never stopping, just burning in the low light.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Lexa whispered, finally leaning forward to kiss Clarke in her apartment. In an instant she was lifted up again, and kissed harder. Her legs wrapped around the hockey player’s waist.

“Still like me?”

“Good luck getting me to let go,” she chuckled, walking them down a dark hallway.

There was a dim light left on by the bed in the nice enough bedroom. Clarke didn’t see much mess, somewhat not surprised that Lexa wasn’t a slob. Old sneakers were on the floor, some dirty clothes were hanging out of a hamper, a glass of water by the bed, a book on the floor, cracked open to where she’d left off last. But she didn’t give too much thought to anything else, just Lexa’s eyes and playing with her hair.

This was real. They were doing it. They existed in real life, now. Clarke hadn’t considered it entirely. She thought she had, but she really couldn’t have fathomed this moment.

When her back met Lexa’s bed, she fanned her arms out side, not feeling an edge in either direction, grateful for the large bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, Lexa just stared at her in her sheets. She tugged off her hoodie and tossed it on her chair. Her belt came next, slid out gracefully from her pant loops.

Fuck, Clarke gulped.

“How long are you here for?” Lexa asked, meeting her eyes.

“I don’t know. We can have that conversation tomorrow, can’t we?”

Lexa smiled a bit wider as she finally knelt down between Clarke’s legs.

“I can make my case as to why it should be a long time.”

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6 Months

She might have gone overboard.

Lexa realized that as she looked down at her sweatshirt, and the cupcakes, and the banner, and Odie’s new bandana. As if he could read her mind, the dog looked up at her from his spot on the end of the couch before stretching and rolling over and getting more comfortable to laze away the day in his favorite summer sun spot.

She didn’t care.

It was a little warm, but she had the windows open as the evening fell on her condo. She’d spent the summer in Australia though, bouncing back and forth between sun and snow, training with rugby players, discovering Clarke’s home. But she came home for the birth of her first nephew, and it’d been three weeks.

The first time Clarke showed up at her game, three weeks after the Olympics ended, Lexa meant it when she didn’t want to let her go. There’d been conversations. She got better at talking. She got better at not being nervous. But they had separate lives and jobs to do, and there wasn’t much to be done. It helped when Clarke went to train in Idaho though, it was a little easier. When Lexa decided to go with her for the summer, it confirmed everything.

They were a much loved couple, for some reason. Her father said they almost had more medals together than him and her mother, which made Lexa chuckle. Another Olympics and Clarke adding slopestyle would do it. If she won. Which she would, Lexa knew. She had that kind of faith in her girlfriend’s work and passion.

Lounging on the couch, she tucked her beer against her side and started another game, anxiously checking her phone every few minutes to see if Clarke texted that she’d arrived. They really hated airports, choosing not to go with each other and endure it. Instead they just said goodbye at each other’s place. It was the same with pick ups, and she was actually okay with it for just this instance.

She smiled to herself when she heard a key in the lock, Odie’s tail thumping against the blanket he’d stolen for himself. Quickly, she tossed her headphones and controller on the coffee table and stood there, still oddly nervous about the new decorations in the condo.

“Fuck,” Clarke breathed as she tossed open the door, lugging her suitcase in, another giant one in the hallway.

But she didn’t get the second in, just stood in the doorway. Lexa liked how Clarke traveled. One of her old ballcaps she’d ‘lost’ on a trip, well worn and with a band of discolored fabric near the bill from sweat. It was the first one she got when she was drafted by Boston. It’d seen many a run along the river. It now saw many airports and Australian beaches.

“What’s…?” Clarke cocked her head and looked at the gear on display. Her smile started small. “Is this for me?”

“Wanted you to feel welcome,” Lexa shrugged. “You know since you’re a college student and all.”

“Did you leave anything at the BC bookstore for any other freshman to buy?”

“Nope.”

Odie thumped his tail and walked off the couch toward Clarke, nudging her hand for pets, licking her fingers and wagging eagerly. She looked at his bandana and chuckled slightly.

“I also got you this, as a moving in present, well part of one,” Lexa moved to grab the hamper full of gear. “Got you towels, and a toothbrush. The coffee you like. Some snacks. Lots of shirts with my name on the back. You’ll be repping Boston Pride for a while, actually. Oh, can’t forget a key ring,” she held it up and smiled.

“I’m moving in with you. Not a dorm, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, well. I wanted you to feel at home.”

“Because I live here now.”

“Yeah,” Lexa smiled.

Clarke smiled back at her. She didn’t care. She sprinted the few feet that separated them, and Lexa barely had time to react before her girlfriend was giggling into her neck, a koala on her body.

“You,” Clarke whispered, pulling back before kissing the hockey player, her hat bill pushed back as she chased lips.

“Me,” Lexa murmured against her lips. “I’m so proud of you. I hope I didn’t go too overboard.”

“No, it’s nice.”

“I also got you a night stand. With extra chargers. And your favorite shampoo. And the creamer you like. And we can go shopping. Get you whatever you need.”

“I live here now,” Clarke sighed, content and a bit in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

“You do a pretty good job chatting someone up, for the record.”

“Hopefully I never have to do it again.”

“I’ll say.”

“I do have a question fo you, though,” Clarke adjusted, Lexa’s hands holding her up. “It’s my favorite question of all time.”

“What’s that?”

“Your bed or mine?”

“How about our’s?”

“Good idea.”

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sassymajesty · 2 years

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Hi Nina! I always imagined Southern AU Lexa as a jealous type. Especially with such a free spirit as Clarke. Am I wrong?

you're not wrong! i'd say she's not as jealous as she is... protective.

when they're out at a town festival and luna comes over saying it's a shame they never got to go on a date and laughs with a hand on clarke's arm, lexa doesn't say anything. clarke is her own person, she can talk to whoever she likes, and lexa just has to accept it. but there's that fire in her chest that crawls up and tingles the bones in her jaw until she's almost grinding her teeth to dust.

lexa has a harder time dealing with it than she thought she would. because she never had that before —she was costia's and costia was hers, simple as that. but there's something else with clarke, something that makes her swallow a bitter taste and look aside even when she's dancing with raven.

now clarke? no, clarke is jealous jealous. she will make a scene when a barista in chicago is getting too handsy with lexa, who's just on this side of drunk not to have her stoic face on, and she'll make anyone rue the day they thought they have a change with lexa woods.

#whispered ''mine'' in between heated kisses vibes #f: southern au #anon #nina's mail #💌

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talktomeinclexa · 2 years

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Jurassic Park

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Some people get eaten

Status: Complete (21/21)

Summary: Lexa Woods, an eminent paleontologist and a professor at Polis University, was invited by Marcus Kane, an eccentric billionaire, to visit and possibly endorse his “theme park” after she gained some popularity on the Internet through a TED talk. A few days later, the brunette finds herself on a remote island with not-extinct-anymore dinosaurs, a beautiful blonde vet, and two kids. What could go wrong indeed?

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Chapter 1: Prologue

The temperatures were still on the chilly side when Lexa exited her trailer on a beautiful Wednesday morning of spring 2019. Admiring the clear sky and sun peeking over the horizon, the 32-year-old woman wished, not for the first time, that she had a better camera than her iPhone 8. This was her favorite part of the day. When nature was awake and undisturbed by the sounds that inevitably accompanied human activities.

Taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, she made her way to the tent she and her team used as a canteen in search of coffee. She was welcomed by Patricia and Greg, two of her most promising grad students whom she had recruited to help her during spring break.

Lexa, known as Professor Woods on campus, wasn’t only an eminent paleontologist. She was also a well-sought-after teacher at Polis University. She had already published a book even before graduating, and her university hired her as soon as she had finished her Ph.D. About a month before coming to Montana, she gave a TED Talk on recent findings in her field that was shared and viewed far more than anyone could have expected, making her the talk of the faculty. To her utmost annoyance, a Profdinhotsaurus hashtag circulated on Twitter for a couple of weeks. In a desperate attempt, she threatened to fail any student she caught resharing it. So, to say that Lexa was excited to leave the university for 12 days and visit the digging site in the badlands of Montana would be an understatement.

She and her four students had arrived two days before and started to work on the remains of a stegosaurus in relatively good shape. Lexa adored teaching. Sharing her passion for dinosaurs and her knowledge filled her with a sense of purpose and responsibility. But this, lying on the ground with a toothbrush to unearth treasures that no one else had ever seen, was her true calling.

After a most welcome coffee and a muffin, Lexa and her students walked to the actual digging site, identified by cones and warning tapes, in case a drunk researcher would try to take a stroll at night. The brunette pushed back her leather hat so it wouldn’t come in contact with the ground and lay on her stomach, rapidly imitated by her proteges. Small brushes and toothbrushes in hands, they continued to clear the ancient remains. So far, they had discovered three plates of different sizes and seven bones belonging to the vertebrae, which seemed to point to an S. ungulatus. Lexa hoped to find enough bones to confirm or disprove Peter Galton’s hypothesis that the arrangement of the plates varied according to species.

The professor and the paleontologists in the making had been working for a couple of hours when the growing sound of an engine made them raise their heads from the dust. A helicopter was coming their way, fast, looking like it was planning to land near their trailers.

Lexa, sensing the danger, immediately shouted, “Cover the bones.” Her students ran to get some tarp before the wind created by the rotor started to disturb the remains. Grumbling, she helped secure the covers before making her way to the helicopter, signaling the pilot in energetic gestures that he had to turn off his engine. When the hubbub finally stopped, she saw the lateral door open, and a man in a fancy suit came out. He seemed to be in his mid-50s, with neck-length salt and pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. Dark brown eyes sized the paleontologist up before he smiled at her with all his white teeth.

“Ms. Woods, it’s a pleasure. Marcus Kane. How do you do?”

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#clexa #clexa fanfic #fanfiction #professor lexa #paleontologist lexa #vet clarke #dinosaurs #jurassic park AU

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theredpharaoah · 9 months

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Jason had an issue with killing off characters. Killing some characters off is fine, but I feel like he was introducing and killing a characters every episode. He was doing it to be edgy at that point. So many of the people Jason killed off could’ve become interesting side characters - a story needs those. He also suffered from a more subtle version of what I call “Naruto Syndrome”. This is where almost all other characters are sacrificed for the empowerment of one character. Jasper should’ve been successful at Mt. Weather. That would’ve given a huge amount of growth to his character. Clarke doesn’t ALWAYS have to be the one to save everybody. Even if he wanted her to become Wanheda, Maya and the other revolutionaries didn’t have to die for that. Jasper could’ve killed Kage. Mind you, I didn’t even like Maya. Her character was meh to me, and I was rooting for Monty/Jasper. Also, the revelation of Maya’s mom being an activist was sloppy as hell. They should’ve had the activists giving subtle clues to Clarke and helping her escape from the beginning. Bellamy not letting the Grounders out as soon as he got there didn’t really make all that much sense either. There had to have been more Grounders than guards in that mountain. Jasper and The 45(?) not being able to defend that level made no sense either - they knew all the entrances and exits, had cameras in the hall, guns and other weapons. Furthermore they were facing an enemy who couldn’t risk killing them, and who there weren’t that many of. There were 358 people in that mountain, couldn’t be more than 100 guards at best. They were facing WAY better odds than they had faced at the end of last season against the Grounders. Also, why were they suddenly acting like they’d never been in fights before? Be serious. The fact that they didn’t just go to the damn door and open it was fucking dumb. That would’ve ended everything relatively quickly. Jasper might’ve wanted to save Maya but I don’t think the others would’ve cared. They could’ve even took their chances with the damn chute. But the biggest plot hole is the Grounders in the mountain. Why the hell couldn’t they just take bone marrow from them? How the hell did it take them 100 years to figure out Bone Marrow transplants? We have that now. We’ve had that for years. Very unserious. And back to Maya: maybe it would’ve been a good idea to give her a transplant when you saved Fox? Idk. I also don’t think sending Emerson back with that message was necessary, they weren’t really paying attention to the inside anyway. And even Rubicon/Resurrection - possibly my fav episodes - all the leaders were gathering in one place for a war. Clarke had already dodged an assassination attempt and they knew Lexa was a target as well. Heavily increasing scouts in the woods - specifically Skaikru - wouldn’t have been suspicious at all. They could’ve used that as an excuse to send someone to hunt and kill the spotter. Anyways, Jason put so much into Clarke and Octavia - my favs - that he ended up neglecting almost everyone else.

#the 100

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ao3feed-the100 · 1 year

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The Beginning in the End

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/S9yWmEe

by ProphecyGirl

Self-proclaimed 'gentlewoman of leisure' and former/future crime-fighting anthropologist Dr. Lexa Woods faces her toughest foes yet: a hit movie, high expectations for her next book, and a co-semi-sabbatical with her partner, FBI Special Agent Clarke Griffin.

In between the trips and trauma processing with her new family, a surprise confession, a modest proposal from Clarke, and an unexpected discovery by Madi force Lexa to finally reckon with her past and make some hard choices about who she wants to be in the future.

Words: 1942, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Clexa Bonesverse

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), Bones (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, Multi

Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Madi (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), John Murphy (The 100), Hope Diyoza, Echo (The 100), Bellamy Blake, Finn Collins, Niylah (The 100), Fox (The 100), Abby Griffin, Anya (The 100), Indra (The 100), Jacapo Sinclair, Charmaine Diyoza

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Bellamy Blake/Echo, Hope Diyoza/Raven Reyes, Finn Collins/Fox

Additional Tags: Family Dynamics, Mental Health Issues, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vacation, Team as Family, Dysfunctional Family, Medical Trauma, Complicated Relationships, Generational Trauma, Alternate Universe - Bones Fusion, Slice of Life, Crimes & Criminals, Autistic Lexa (The 100), Canon Autistic Character, Foster Care, Childhood Trauma, Siblings, Mother-Daughter Relationship

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/S9yWmEe

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #the 100 #the 100 fic

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puthyflapps · 4 years

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Not only does Lexa eat all the meat off the bone she licks her fingers clean.

Lexa always finishes all her food but she never finishes before Clarke

#Lexa eats the pussy off the bone: canon #clexa #clarke griffin #lexa woods #commander lexa #ask

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whitewaterpaper · 4 years

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Aurora Teagarden Mystery: A Bone to Pick (2015) [CA]

¡Oi! Spoilers, stavfel och alternativa fakta kan förekomma rakt föröver!

ViaPlay började fronta de här filmerna åt mig efter att jag sett The Chronicle Mysteries: Vines That Bind tidigare i veckan. Och vem är jag att säga nej? Teena Booth skriver manus baserat på förlaga/-or av Charlaine Harris (kanske mest känd för ”Sookie Stackhouse”-böckerna som TV-serien True Blood baserades på). Här får vi möta småstads-bibliotekarien Aurora ”Roe” Teagarden (Candace Cameron Bure) vars fritidshobby främst består av truecrime-klubben ”Real Murders”. Det är via den gruppen hon träffar den gamla damen Jane, de blir vänner och när den senare dör får Roe ärva hennes hus, pengar, ägodelar och människoskallen hon gömmer i husets bibliotek. Hon börjar genast nysta i vem det kan vara och vad som kan ha hänt, mot bästa vännen Sallys (Lexa Doig) protester. Grannar, kollegor, journalister Roe backar inte för någon i jakten på sanningen (och att hinna lösa mysteriet före polisen).

Jag har inga mer förväntningar på det här än The Chronicles Mysteries, med andra ord: småstäder, myspysdeckare och Jessica Fletcher wannabes. Den kommer ju från samma kanal, så chansen är stor att det är på samma nivå.

Skaplig story, om än inte utan sina problem. Gillar inramningen av en klubb som sysslar med truecrime-diskussioner och även försöker lösa gamla kalla mord. Även om det här inte riktigt faller inom ramen för kalla mord. Och trots att vi kastas in bland karaktärer och småstadsintriger (många av dem plockade från standardkortleken - vi känner igen karaktärerna utan att ha sett dem tidigare) så sveps man med rätt snabbt. Visst finns det en och annan dikeskörning, som ståhejet med att ”lämna tillbaka kraniet till polisen”, Roe löser det hela med att gräva ned det lite slarvigt för att låta polisen hitta det - här hade det kanske varit smartare att säga sanningen: hon hittade det i Janes hus när hon undersökte det efter att ha fått det i arv. Annars är det genomgående bra insatser både framför och bakom kameran, om än med en svag doft av serietillverkning över sig. (Men det har ju vår Beck-serie med Peter Haber också).

Precis som tCM är det här inte en extra allt produktion avsedd för den stora duken. Det handlar snarare om att etablera en plattform man kan kränga ut ett gäng filmer i TV på. Och är det något som går hem just nu är det just deckare och truecrime. Och det här är riktigt bra, jag gillade tCM som jag såg tidigare i veckan och det här är faktiskt aningen bättre ändå. (Men det kan bero på att jag gjorde bättre research den här gången och ser filmerna i rätt ordning).

ViaPlay har plockat in ett helt gäng av de här filmerna, gissa vem som kommer sitta bänkad? (Det ser ut som om de ligger på ViaFree med, för den som är nyfiken).

Länkar.

Filmen @ IMDb.

Filmen @ Vodeville.

Filmen @ ViaFree.

Serien @ Hallmark.

Charlaine Harris @ Duck Duck Go.

#senast sedda film #last seen movie #film #movie #aurora teagarden mystery: a bone to pick #aurora teagarden mystery #a bone to pick #martin wood #charlaine harris #teena booth #candace cameron bure #lexa doig #marilu henner #bruce dawson #lawrence shragge #hallmark #ca #2015

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update // the encore on demand (5)

#clexa bonesverse #lexa bones woods #clexa #bones #clexa fanfic #the 100 #clarke x lexa #irresponsibear #clexa fic

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confessionsofabingefreak · 4 years

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A Bone to Pick: An Aurora Teagarden Mystery (2015)

My Collection: no

Impression: cute and lighthearted

Overall: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Concept: ⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2

Story: ⭐️⭐️1/2

Storytelling: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Characters: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Casting: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Visually: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Score/Soundtrack: ⭐️⭐️

Entertainment: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Best: lighthearted fun. Fun characters.

Worst: unsurprisingly predictable

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graunblida · 5 years

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hey look it’s lex’s dice from her d&d days.

#i. resistant child grown of wood and branch » study.#i. dig me up‚ wipe the earth from my bones » aesthetic.#iii. lesbian? i thought you were trigeda-kan! » crack #loloo had to get a set at the con #lexa demanded i buy them obviously #i can see her and lincoln trying to get luna into it and luna's just like #'why tho' lmao

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Accidental stimulation trope between Alpha Clarke and Omega Lexa

Maybe Clarke goes to the doctor for her physical where Lexa is her nurse/doctor. During her checkup, Lexa brushes against Clarke's crotch and gives her a boner underneath her hospital gown. They're both embarrassed so Lexa offers to help Clarke get rid of it

👀

Clarke has kind of been putting out going to the doctor for her physical for... months now. Its not that Clarke dislikes doctors but frankly having lived with one most of her life, she just doesnt have the patience. However she finally decided to drag her ass to the doctor and get it done.

And then immediately want to leave when her usual doctor isnt in and some doctor Woods is the one to see her.

Clarke's doctor is this older beta who always looks unimpressed with just about anything, constantly reminding Clarke that nothing looks bad but that it could look much better if she had a healthier lifestyle. Its nice, predictable. Always the same old.

As she sits on the medical table playing with her thumbs she hears the door opened and she didnt really expect a hot, 30 something omega to be the one to greet her. She doesnt smile particularly but she isnt rude either, which is already a nice change of pace.

Clarke admits she has to hold her breath anytime she touches her somewhere during the exam. Which does seem to cause some confusion for the doctor who asks her if she caused her any pain and seems to doubt Clarke when she answers no.

Its when Clarke is laying on her back and the doctor is pressing on her stomach that disaster strikes. Clarke's been doing great at not staring at the small hint of cleavege dr woods open coat shows through her shirt, or the way said coat clings to her ass when she bends over to pick anything. Or just how nice and pillowy her lips look and or she wonders how they must look like around-

Oh. Something... something brushed her. In her little alpha special place.

"Oh, sorry."

"Its fine."

It isnt. And she knows the omega knows it isnt. Because horny smells like horny and if the doctor didnt catch the scent, the obvious tent is Clarke's jeans is more than a dead give away.

"Oh." Its all the doctor says when she catches the very obvious boner.

"Oh my god, im so sorry." Clarke wonders is she can just grab her shit and run away. Well, she isnt sure she can run right now. Maybe waddle away?

"Does this happen often with you? Getting erect this fast?"

Jesus fuck "I mean, I guess. Its pretty sensitive most of the time."

The doctor looks very pretty when she's thinking this hard. Christ Griffin.

"May I?" The dr Woods hand go for her zipper and Clarke wonders is this is actually happening.

"Hm. Sure?" Real stellar confident alpha energy there.

Her bone pops out of her pants, standing full mast proudly. Fine day to go commando.

"Do you have hard time making it go soft afterwards?"

"Sometimes. I usually need to... go at it for a bit."

The doctor nods, staring at her dick, "Given your size I'd say is expected, rather impressive."

Weirst mental high five of Clarke's life really. Thats all Clarke expected. The doctor turns away, leaving Clarke on the bed with dick fully out and the alpha is trying to gain the courage to ask if she can put it away. That is until the doctor turns around. Her coat has been discarded on the chair, and her hair is being pulled up in a ponytail. Her blue gloves are also gone.

"It would be of very bad hospitality of me to let you go outside with a boner I provoked in the first place. So I'm just gonna ask to relax and take a deep breath for me, could you do that, Clarke?" The doctor explains and she sits on the small rolling bech right by Clarke's crotch on the bed.

What the fuck is she supposed to do? Say no to the hot doctor who wants to turn her dreaded physical into a damn porno?

"Go ahead?"

Clarke has had some wild ass fantasies. But watching her very very hot doctor grab her dick and lick the tip of her head was definitely not one she thought would come true. And really, all Clarke can do is watch and fucking /feel/.

Because oh is this woman good with her fucking mouth.

"Ah, dr-"

"Lexa."

"Hm?"

"Lexa, my name's Lexa. Might as well have you know my real name." Lexa says with a smirk and Clarke nods. Smoothly, the doctor drops her head again, this time wrapping her lips entirely around Clarke's head.

Damn, what an omega.

Clarke is sure she'll wake up at any time now. But she doesn't. And the doctor keeps on taking more andore of her dick inside of her mouth, up until the point she clearly cant anymore, and her hand comes to stroke the few inches she is unable to keep inside.

She is a fucking professional, Clarke will give her that. Clarke cant recall ever being this ready to cum in so little time.

"Fuck, Lexa, I'm gonna... ah"

Lexa brings her head up, continuing to stroke the base of Clarke's dick, "Go ahead. Id rather you do it in my mouth so its a easier clean up."

Clarke truly wants to say something that makes her sound hot and confident. Instead all she does is nod and moan as Lexa's mouth wraps around her again.

She feels the soft tonguenof the doctor lick her head once more and Clarke cant hold it anymore.

The sight of the woman swallowing her cum without any trouble could make her cum again. And yet, she doesnt feel fully satisfied.

"Is it normal for your knot to form when you arent in rut?"

Oh yeah. That makes sense, "I think I am in rut."

Lexa chuckles and for the first time aince she got here Clarke sees her smile. In her post nut alpha brain. She swear she looks like an angel.

"You are... quite impressive." Coat back on, Lexa sits in her chair typing something on her computer as Clarke sits awkwardly on the chair, dick safe and soft back in her pants, "Very girthy for an alpha your age and height." Theres a pause as if the doctor is trying to collect herself, "you are also very healthy, I no real pointers for you. You may need to drink a little more water. You talked a obout feeling a little cooped up even when you go outside so joining a gym might do you somd good, some alphas tend to find it helps them manage adrenaline. Other than that,"

Clarke watches her scribble something on a small piece of paper and sign a few papers for Clarke's suppressants.

"You're good to go. Your regular doctor should be back in next time you come here. I do hope to see you again tho."

Clarke isnt really sure what to say. Thank you for sucking me off, it was great meeting you?, "yeah you too. And thank you. For... you know..."

Lexa bites her lip, "my pleasure."

Clarke is already in her car when she looks down at the small card Lexa gave her.

Dr Woods. Primary Care.

Underneath theres a number that Clarke assumes to be her professional one scratched out. Next to it, with a hand writting far too pretty for a doctor, is a newer number with a heart beside her.

Guess Lexa isnt expecting to see her again as a patient.

#letter opened #wanheda's dagger #🫣 this one is awful im so sorry

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