#the lexa bond is real
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Inside a coffee shop, amidst the scent of roasted beans and the distant murmur of conversations, Clarke found herself deep in thought. Octavia, always keenly observant, noticed her friend's distraction and nudged her playfully.
"Earth to Clarke," she teased, sipping her iced coffee. "What's got you so lost in thought?"
Clarke looked up, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. "I'm thinking of planning something special for Lexa. A date night, away from the city."
Octavia's interest was immediately piqued. "That sounds romantic. What do you have in mind?"
"Stargazing," Clarke revealed, her blue eyes shimmering with excitement. "We're always so caught up in our routines; I just want a night where it's just the two of us and the vast universe."
Octavia leaned forward, her expression enthusiastic. "That sounds incredible. But where will you go? City lights make it nearly impossible to see anything."
"I was thinking of driving up to that hill on the outskirts," Clarke mused. "It's remote, quiet, and I've heard the view is spectacular."
A thoughtful look crossed Octavia's face. "That's a great choice. And if you want to make it extra special, you could prepare a little picnic. Make it an entire evening."
Clarke's face lit up at the suggestion. "That's a fantastic idea, O. Lexa's always had a fascination with the cosmos. It would mean so much to her."
Octavia watched Clarke carefully, sensing there was something her friend wasn't sharing. "You seem really invested in this, Clarke. Anything else on your mind?"
Clarke hesitated for a fraction of a second, her heart racing. "Just… I want it to be perfect," she replied, evading the real depth of her intentions.
Octavia smiled softly, respecting Clarke's choice to keep some secrets close to her chest. "Well, with the effort you're putting in, I'm sure it will be a night neither of you will ever forget."
Clarke returned the smile, grateful for Octavia's support. "Thanks, O. Here's hoping the stars align for us that night."
And as they continued to chat about the finer details of the plan, Clarke's heart swelled with anticipation and hope, knowing that the evening would hold more than just the promise of stars.
The familiar hum of their apartment welcomed Clarke as she stepped through the door, shrugging off her coat. The soft, golden glow of the setting sun streamed through the window blinds, painting patterns on the hardwood floor. Lexa, engrossed in a book on the couch, looked up as Clarke entered.
"Hey," Lexa greeted, her lips curling into a warm smile.
Clarke felt her heart flutter, as it always did when faced with that smile. "Hey," she echoed, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.
Walking over to where Lexa sat, Clarke settled next to her, their fingers instinctively entwining. "I was thinking," Clarke began, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, "how do you feel about going out with me on Saturday night?"
Lexa raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her green eyes. "Are you asking me out on a date, Clarke Griffin?"
Clarke chuckled, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "Maybe. Is that okay?"
Lexa pretended to consider the offer for a moment, her expression playfully stern. "Hmm, a date with the most beautiful woman I know? It's a tough decision."
Clarke playfully nudged her, laughing. "Stop teasing."
Lexa grinned, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Clarke's lips. "Of course, I'd love to. Where are you taking me?"
Clarke smirked. "It's a surprise. But I promise you'll love it."
Lexa looked into Clarke's eyes, seeing the genuine excitement and love reflected there. "With you, I have no doubt."
The two women smiled at each other, both appreciating the depth of their bond. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, their world was illuminated by the promise of another beautiful memory together.
The hum of the engine filled the air as Clarke drove, the city lights fading into the distance behind them. The road stretched ahead, leading them towards the hill on the outskirts of the city. The dashboard illuminated their faces, casting a soft glow against the encroaching darkness.
Lexa, trying her best to play along with the surprise, looked out of the window, her eyes scanning the landscape. As the minutes ticked by, her curiosity bubbled up, and she finally turned to Clarke with an inquisitive grin.
"Alright, Griffin," Lexa began playfully, "I've been patient, but where are you taking me?"
Clarke chuckled, stealing a quick glance at Lexa. "A little more patience, Lex. We're almost there."
Lexa smirked, "An architect needs to know her surroundings. You're taking me into uncharted territory here."
"That's the point," Clarke replied, her voice soft and teasing. "Sometimes, it's good to step out of the blueprints and into the unknown."
Lexa laughed, shaking her head. "Always so poetic, aren't you?"
Before Clarke could respond, they reached the summit of the hill. Parking the car, Clarke motioned for Lexa to follow her. As they stepped out, the vast expanse of the starry sky revealed itself, unhindered by city lights.
Lexa's eyes widened in awe. "Clarke… this is breathtaking."
Clarke wrapped her arm around Lexa's waist, pulling her close. "I thought you'd like it. Just the two of us, under the stars."
Lexa leaned into Clarke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's perfect. Thank you."
Clarke smiled, pressing a gentle kiss on Lexa's forehead. "Anything for you."
The night sky twinkled brilliantly above, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of stars. The soft chirping of crickets added to the ambiance of the secluded hilltop.
After taking a moment to admire the view, Clarke moved towards the trunk of the car, retrieving a rolled-up picnic blanket and a wicker basket. Lexa watched with growing interest, her green eyes reflecting the luminescence of the Milky Way.
With practiced ease, Clarke spread the blanket on the soft grass, ensuring it was laid out smoothly. She then opened the basket, revealing a bottle of rich red wine, accompanied by an assortment of cheeses and crackers, their aromas blending delightfully in the cool night air.
"Come," Clarke beckoned with a soft smile, patting the spot next to her on the blanket.
Lexa, still caught up in the enchanting setup, approached with a smile of her own. "You've thought of everything," she remarked, lowering herself gracefully onto the blanket.
Clarke chuckled, pouring the wine into two glasses. "Well, I had to make sure our celestial date night was up to standard."
Lexa took the offered glass, her fingers brushing against Clarke's for a moment. "You've exceeded all standards," she whispered, taking a sip of the wine and savoring its deep flavors.
Clarke joined Lexa on the blanket, their shoulders touching. The two women sat in companionable silence for a moment, simply enjoying the serenity of the night and the warmth of each other's presence.
"To us," Clarke toasted, raising her glass.
Lexa clinked her glass against Clarke's. "To us and nights like these."
The night was still, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of the breeze, the crickets and their soft conversations. The blanket beneath them felt like their own private island, a space reserved just for them amidst the vastness of the universe.
Clarke reached into the basket, extracting a piece of cheese and placing it delicately on a cracker. She handed it to Lexa with a playful grin. "Try this," she urged, her eyes shining with mischief.
Lexa raised an eyebrow, taking the offered morsel and biting into it. The flavors melded perfectly, the sharpness of the cheese complementing the crispness of the cracker. "Delicious," she murmured, her gaze meeting Clarke's. "You always know how to pick the best."
Clarke laughed, pouring more wine into their glasses. The deep red liquid shimmered under the celestial light, looking almost as enchanting as the sky above. "Well, I do have excellent taste," she teased, gesturing between the wine, the food, and Lexa herself.
Lexa chuckled, taking a sip from her glass. The wine warmed her from the inside, its rich notes enhancing the serenity of the moment. "Can't argue with that."
They sat there, the city skyline in the distance serving as a subtle reminder of the world they left behind for this brief escape. The towering buildings glowed with a soft luminescence, their lights mimicking the stars overhead.
"Look there," Clarke pointed upwards, her finger tracing the outline of a constellation. "Orion. Always been one of my favorites."
Lexa leaned in closer, following Clarke's direction. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "Everything feels so small when you look up at the vastness of the sky."
Clarke nodded in agreement, resting her head on Lexa's shoulder. "It's moments like these that put everything into perspective. The universe is immense, yet here we are, finding our own little piece of eternity."
After Clarke pointed out Orion, Lexa's gaze lingered on the constellation for a moment longer before drifting across the vast expanse of the night sky.
"You know," Lexa began thoughtfully, her finger pointing towards a bright, solitary star, "that's Polaris, the North Star. It's always fascinated me."
Clarke followed Lexa's gaze, a smile forming on her lips. "Guiding sailors and travelers for centuries. It's constant, unwavering."
Lexa nodded. "Exactly. In the ever-changing sky, amidst the swirling galaxies, it remains a steadfast point. A reminder that even in the vastness of the universe, there are things we can always rely on."
She then shifted her focus, her hand moving to trace an imaginary line between a set of stars. "And there's Cassiopeia, the queen. It's said she boasted about her unmatched beauty, leading to her placement in the stars as a reminder of her vanity."
Clarke chuckled softly, "Always a story behind the stars. They're like timeless tales written in the cosmos."
Lexa smiled, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "They are. And over here," she continued, pointing to a group of bright stars clustered together, "is the Pleiades, or the Seven Sisters. They've been mentioned in myths and legends across various cultures. It's fascinating how certain star formations capture the imaginations of people worldwide."
Clarke leaned in closer to Lexa, their shoulders touching. "I love how passionate you get about these constellations. It's like you have a personal bond with each one."
Lexa looked down, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. "The stars have always been a source of comfort for me. They're distant, yet always present, reminding us of the grandeur and beauty of existence."
Clarke nodded, squeezing Lexa's hand gently. "And now, we have our own starry memories to add to these ancient tales."
Clarke took a slow sip of her wine, the cool liquid a contrast to the warmth of Lexa's proximity. "See that cluster over there?" Lexa asked, pointing towards a dense group of stars. "That's the Ursa Major, or the Big Dipper. When I was a kid, I used to imagine it as a giant celestial soup ladle."
Clarke chuckled, her eyes following Lexa's direction. "It's funny how we create stories and meanings for these distant suns. Over there," she pointed to a bright blue star, "is Vega. One of the brightest stars in our night sky. It's part of the Lyra constellation."
Clarke leaned closer, her interest piqued. "And those two bright ones close to each other?"
Lexa smiled, recognizing the stars instantly. "Ah, that's Castor and Pollux. The twins from the Gemini constellation. They're inseparable, always side by side, just like…" she trailed off, glancing playfully at Clarke.
"…Us?" Clarke completed the sentence, her eyes shining with mischief and affection.
Lexa nodded, taking another sip of her wine. "Exactly."
Clarke, feeling a magnetic pull she could no longer resist, gently cupped Lexa's face, her thumb brushing over a soft cheek.
Their eyes locked, green meeting blue in a silent conversation. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them, their breaths mingling, the space between them decreasing with each passing second.
With a tenderness that conveyed more than words ever could, Clarke leaned in, capturing Lexa's lips in a gentle kiss. It was soft, hesitant at first, a delicate exploration. But as the seconds passed, it deepened, becoming more assured, more passionate.
Lexa responded in kind, her hands finding Clarke's waist, pulling her closer, their bodies melding together seamlessly. The kiss spoke of shared memories, of nights under the stars, of whispered secrets, and of a love that had been growing stronger with each passing day.
The intensity of their kiss was palpable, an electric current that threatened to consume them both. As the world around them became a blur of emotions and sensations, Clarke, sensing the urgency rising, reluctantly pulled away.
She broke the kiss slowly, leaving her forehead resting against Lexa's for a brief moment. Their ragged breaths filled the space between them. Clarke, not wanting to completely sever the connection, glanced upwards, using the vastness of the night sky as an anchor.
"The stars are truly beautiful tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of regret and wonder.
Lexa, still dazed from their shared moment, followed Clarke's gaze, her eyes taking in the celestial display. "They are," she agreed softly, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "But not as breathtaking as you."
Clarke blushed at the compliment, her heart still racing. She took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill her lungs, grateful for the brief distraction. "We should focus on them for a while," she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.
She could feel the warmth of Lexa's body next to her, the lingering touch of their shared kiss still fresh on her lips. But she knew they needed to slow down and to savor the moment.
Lexa nodded, respecting Clarke's wishes. "The stars have been here for eons, and they'll still be here. But this moment, with you, is fleeting and precious."
Bathed in the gentle glow of the cosmos, Clarke and Lexa sat side by side, their fingers intertwined, the silent rhythm of their heartbeats acting as an underlying cadence to the night. The vast expanse of stars above them seemed to mirror the infinite depth of their feelings for each other.
Each twinkle and glimmer in the sky held untold stories, ancient tales of love, loss, and everything in between. Clarke felt the weight of history upon her, the countless souls who had looked up at the same stars and been inspired, comforted, or left in awe. The universe had a way of putting things into perspective, making her realize the brevity of moments and the importance of seizing them.
With every passing second, a growing anticipation bubbled within Clarke. The night, as beautiful as it was, wasn't just about stargazing. She had a purpose, an intention she had been carrying with her, hidden away like a precious gem. Lexa, ever perceptive, could sense the slight shift in Clarke's demeanor but chose to remain silent, allowing Clarke to steer their journey.
Taking a deep breath, Clarke tightened her grip on Lexa's hand, feeling the reassuring warmth and strength emanating from her. The stars, in all their glory, were a mere prelude to what she had in store. She turned slightly, her eyes meeting Lexa's, searching for an anchor, a sign.
In that infinite canvas of stars and the shared silence between them, Clarke knew it was time. The universe had set the stage, and all she had to do was play her part.
Clarke's heart raced, the beats echoing the pace of a moment she'd been rehearsing countless times in her mind.
Turning to face Lexa, Clarke took a moment to truly look at her — the soft glow of starlight reflecting in her green eyes, the gentle curve of her lips, the way her hair framed her face. This was the woman with whom she wanted to spend eternity.
"Lexa," Clarke began, her voice quivering just a touch, betraying the mix of excitement and nervousness she felt. "From the moment we met, my world shifted. You brought color to my life in ways I could have never imagined. Every day with you feels like a blessing, a new chapter in a book I never want to end."
Lexa's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching as realization began to dawn on her about where this conversation was headed.
Clarke continued, her gaze never leaving Lexa's. "We've faced challenges, laughed until our bellies hurt, and found solace in each other's arms. With you, every moment feels right, like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together."
Tears formed in Lexa's eyes, the weight of the moment settling in her heart. She squeezed Clarke's hand in silent encouragement.
Taking a deep breath, Clarke reached into her pocket, producing a small, velvet box. "Lexa," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion, "I want to spend the rest of my life waking up next to you, facing every challenge with you, and cherishing every joy with you. Will you marry me?"
Time seemed to stand still, the universe holding its breath, waiting for Lexa's response, while the stars above shone just a little brighter.
For a heartbeat, everything stood still. Lexa, visibly overwhelmed, gazed deeply into Clarke's hopeful eyes, the weight and beauty of the moment evident in her teary gaze.
With a shaky breath, Lexa whispered, "Clarke, you are my compass, my anchor in every storm, my beacon of light in the darkest of nights. The love and understanding we've shared… it's beyond anything I've ever known or even dared to dream of."
A tear slid down Lexa's cheek, shimmering like a fallen star. She continued, her voice growing firmer, "Yes, Clarke. A thousand times yes. I want to spend every moment, every challenge, and every joy alongside you."
A wave of relief and elation washed over Clarke. With trembling fingers, she opened the velvet box, revealing a delicate ring that caught the light, glinting like the stars above. Taking Lexa's left hand, Clarke gently slid the ring onto her finger, its fit perfect, as if it had always belonged there.
They both admired the ring for a moment, its symbolism far greater than the mere metal and stone it was made of. It was a promise, a vow, an eternal bond.
As Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke, pulling her into a tight embrace, the stars above seemed to dance in joy, their shimmering light reflecting the profound love and commitment of the two souls beneath.
Without warning, the first streak of white shot across the canvas above, its trajectory swift and purposeful. Clarke and Lexa, still wrapped up in their cocoon of love, looked up in awe as the night transformed from its tranquil state into a celestial ballet.
One by one, meteors blazed across the sky, leaving behind luminous trails that faded as quickly as they appeared. It felt as though the heavens were celebrating, showering the Earth with fragments of distant worlds, each meteorite a testament to the boundless wonders of the universe.
Clarke squeezed Lexa's hand, the shared experience only deepening their connection. "It's like the universe is celebrating with us," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
Lexa nodded, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing display above. "Every shooting star, a wish. Every trail, a journey. We are so small in this vast universe, yet moments like these make everything feel significant."
The meteor shower continued, painting the sky with fleeting strokes of brilliance. The night, already laden with emotion and promise, was crowned with a spectacle that neither Clarke nor Lexa would ever forget.
There, on that hill, beneath the radiant ballet of the cosmos, two souls sat side by side, understanding that while their moment was transient, their love was as eternal as the stars above.
#clexatober23#clextober#7daysofclexa#magical nights#3301 words#I think I've established I am not an artist#so you know the drill AI generated that picture
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For your consideration, here's grumpy lion Clarke
What if this is the first time Lexa sees Clarke in her human form 🥺 she sees all the bruises and scars she received when she was abused as a lion. As a result of her past trauma, Clarke is very cautious of her new trainer Lexa. Lexa makes it her duty to show Clarke that she can trust her and she has nothing to fear
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Lexa found Clarke in the middle of the woods. She's pretty much a begger, she dances for some money as she tries to get by and tends to haunt in the woods for some extra food, having joined some travelling corcuses here and there but never staying with them for long. Of course a lion, clearly hurt in the middle of the woods wasn't really what Lexa thought she'd come across, she had never seen a lion in real life even, only heard about them in traveling circuses or zoos. The lion sees her and immediately gets ready to attack, except its so weak it falls down with a whine.
Lexa takes pitty on it and tries to clean its wounds a little and asks for it to stay where it is while she goes and finds an animal to hunt that could actually fill it.
She's gone for an hour at most. She comes back dragging a dead deer but when she gets to where she was before the lion is nowhere to be found. She fears the poor thing wandered off to die alone. She's getting ready to go and look for it when she sees a woman curled up against a tree. She's clearly hurt and scared, fully bruised. She looks both terrified and crazed, like she is ready to attack.
Lexa stares st her in shock, wondering where she came from until she sees a piece of the shirt she tore apart to wrap one of the lion's wounds around the girl's leg. In the exact same place she wrapped the lion's.
Lexa says nothing. She starts a fire and cooks the deer meat. She motions for the girl to come and eat and she does like she hasnt had anything to eat in weeks. In the end Lexa ends up cooking the entire deer as the girl devours piece after piece like a famished animal and it truly settles it for Lexa that somehow this girl and the beast she helped earlier are the same.
They get to talking at some point. Clarke tells her about being taken from her parents at around 17 when she realized she could shift, how she traveled around being showed off as a beast by tamers who did little more than best her into submission, how she rarely was allowed the time alone to return to her human form, scared they would kill her for it. How she finally snapped one day, taking her more human form of a werelion and with human and lion strength on her side managed to set herself free before finally running around until she collapsed from exhausting. She doesn't know how to hunt neither as a human nor a lion she has gone hungry for god knows how long.
She trusts Lexa. Not fully, but the girl alone had shown her kindness, treating her wounds and hinting for her when Clarke's first instinct had been to attack her.
Lexa tells her she was heading south as there is a traveling circus she was planning on trying to join as a dancer but if Clarke is to join her, they would need an act together.
Clarke is the one who suggests it to Lexa's surpise. She knows some tricks, has been besten into learning them. Lexa wouldnt need to do much as Clarke would know what to do by herself, Lexa would just need to pretend to be giving Clarke orders, maybe even dance while doing it for a greater show.
As they travel down to catch up with the troop, they train in the forest simple tricks, Lexa manages to make herself an outfit that is more commanding than the dresses she uses for dancing, they find a whip that takes Clarke far too much time to learn to trust that Lexa would not strike her with. They build trust with one another during the three months it takes them to get to their destination, by then a bond having formed as Lexa trting her best to show Clarke that she is safe with her and that she would never treat her like others have 🥹
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The Sapphic October Collection
happy halloween! please have this master post of my fall/horror/halloween-themed works to get you through the spookiest night of the year.
original works
It's A Ghost Story (It's A Love Story) (6k, finished)
Alice might be dead, but she'll be damned if she lets this stranger take her house away from her. No matter how cute that stranger is.
On Necromancers And Loving One (7k, WIP)
based in a magical society, this one features a young criminal psychologist and an unorthodox necromancer discovering their soulmate bond while some government overthrow is happening in the background.
The Quiet Heights (14k, WIP)
River West moves into a new neighborhood full of unexplainable things, and now she can't leave. Her only option is to try and solve the mystery that is The Quiet Heights, with its strange residents, friendly witches, an ominous all-knowing Library and a creepy Neighborhood Advisory Council that may or may not be behind most of the things going wrong. Heavily inspired by: Welcome To Night Vale, Buffy, Silas University from Carmilla web series.
Harvest Moon (5k, finished)
Tala comes back to her hometown and discovers her childhood crush is a witch.
Every Me And Every You (6k, finished)
horror sapphics fighting malicious skinwalker-reminiscent entities and unpacking feelings for each other along the way.
Cat Got Your Tongue? (2k, finished)
my spin on a famous tumblr post about a queen, a black cat, and unwanted suitors.
clexa fics
Who Are You Wearing? (6k, finished)
a concept: an old lady in an old shop selling old costumes for halloween. nothing out of the ordinary. except this shop most certainly wasn’t there yesterday, and the lady keeps giggling to herself, and the costumes have a minor peculiarity to them. hint: they transform their wearers into a more real version of that costume. of course they do. and of course, Clarke and Lexa have no idea.
The Slayer Ficbook (18k, WIP)
a collection of interconnected drabbles set in clexa btvs au. every chapter is a finished one-shot so it's technically not discontinued? but also technically it is discontinued.
An Unlikely Cupid (2k, finished)
Raven and Clarke get drunk and accidentally summon Lexa the old and powerful deity who's also hopelessly, helplessly gay.
Bleeding Love (4k, finished)
Clarke and Lexa are angsty vampires.
Halloween Drabbles (3k, finished)
exactly what the name suggests.
SSAU Halloween Special 1 (6k, finished)
First Halloween special from the i'd give up forever to touch you universe. part of ssau shapshots.
SSAU Halloween Special 2 (2k, finished)
Second Halloween special from the i'd give up forever to touch you universe. part of ssau shapshots.
sameena fics
A Devil (Between Us) (26k, WIP)
AU: Deena moves to Sunnyvale and meets Samantha Fraser - the only heiress of the Fraser Family, one of the Founding Families of Sunnyvale. The town of Sunnyvale has a sinister secret, and it has something to do with Sam's ancestors - and everything to do with Deena's own heritage. yes, I am coming back to this at some point, I promise. yes, this year.
as always, please reblog if you like! <3
patreon | ao3
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single moms meet at boyband show
(Ao3)
Lexa focused on the green at the tip of Serah’s braid as she followed her daughter through the never-ending crowd.
"Mom, I want to be up front for the starting band!" Serah cried from right in front of Lexa, and Lexa took three long strides to catch up with her daughter.
"Do you have your phone?" Lexa asked for the fourth time, to which Serah rolled her eyes.
"Yes."
"Full battery?"
"93%."
"And the location tags?"
Serah looked around them, biting her lips as other teens—mostly girls—ran to the front of the stage. "Yes, one in my purse and one in my belt," she said between gritted teeth, all unnecessary teen rage. Lexa nodded, reaching for her daughter’s hand. God, she would be taller than Lexa soon.
"I’ll be back at the food stalls. I’ll call you, but we meet here after the concert, okay?"
"Okay, mom, now please can I go? The opening band is about to start!"
"Alright. And Serah?"
The fourteen-year-old stopped in her tracks to turn back and glare at her mom. "What!"
"Have fun." Okay, it was true: Lexa liked to torture her daughter sometimes, but just a little bit, so she wouldn’t get completely lost in her head. One of her books said it was a way to bond with teenagers.
A small smile cracked Serah’s frown, and she nodded, all limbs and gracelessness as she followed the flow of screaming girls to the front of the stage.
Lexa had no idea what she had done to have a daughter who liked boy bands, but there she was, escorting her only baby to said band’s show. Lexa had been a hardcore punk at that age, parading black, rebellion, and a couple real, unmemorable tattoos. At the same time, that was the lifestyle that led to an early pregnancy, so maybe having a daughter who loved bands with an odd number of boys was a good thing.
Lexa looked back at the kiosks line and started to look for anything that said coffee when someone stumbled at her back. Lexa tripped forward but reacted in time to hold the person, who would for sure fall on the dirty grass if Lexa hadn’t reached for their hips and arms.
"Oh my God, mom! You’re so clumsy!"
"I’m so sorry," the woman in Lexa’s arms said, flushing a beautiful shade of pink. Lexa’s hands were warm where she touched her.
"Mom!"
They broke apart at the teenager's yelling at them.
"Are you alright?" Lexa asked, but the woman faced the teen instead.
"I tripped because you’ve been running since the gate. Now where’s your phone?"
"I have it. Now can I go?"
"Don’t lose your phone!"
"I won’t!" The teen bobbed her head in excitement, her tight curls, a coppery shade of auburn, bouncing in her head. "Now can I go? The opening band is on the stage!"
"Yeah, but stay close to your phone!" The woman’s plea was lost as her daughter rushed in the same direction Serah had disappeared into.
"They always seem to lose the phone," Lexa said, and she found herself staring at that pink blush again.
"Right? And fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to trip all over you."
"It’s okay. This grass is horrible." Lexa looked down at the woman’s red converse, a stark contrast to her boots.
"Do you want some coffee? Or a drink?" Lexa looked up again to get lost in freckles and blue. "I’m sorry, maybe my daughter is right and I’m always talking too much," the woman continued before Lexa could respond. "I don’t even know if you’re here with a partner or whatever; I just assumed you’d be another mom."
"I’m mom. I mean, yes, I’m with my fourteen-year-old. She also ditched me for the opening band."
"I think they all sound the same."
"And coffee sounds good. I’m going to need some to survive the night. And—" Lexa cleared her throat, falling into step next to the woman "—No partner. It’s just me and Serah." There was that beautiful blush again.
"Coffee it is, then. And it’s just me and that thirteen-year-old you met. Lumi. But she’ll tell you she’s fourteen. This is her birthday present, actually."
They sat at the kiosk, far from the screaming crowd, with the bartender making espresso shot after espresso shot for the multiple parents. A couple dads talked about football next to their stools while a flock of suburban moms ordered margaritas.
"I’m Lexa." She extended her hand and offered to pay for the coffee.
"Clarke." She accepted the coffee with another blush, and Lexa realized she loved to watch those cheeks fire up. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad concert after all.
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Lexa wasn’t sure how that happened. Okay, maybe she had a clue, since the only time she had been with a man ended up with Serah, and she had enough flings with coworkers to have a certain reputation in her station. But whatever the reasons, Lexa was not complaining about having Clarke’s tongue in her mouth or her legs wrapped tightly around her as they made out behind the dirty alley of stalls that served terrible coffee. Under the sound of broken-hearted love, Lexa pressed closer until Clarke moaned in her mouth, all velvet and want. Lexa pulled back to allow curious lips to explore her neck and moaned low under Clarke’s ears. Clarke pressed harder, uncaring that the two single, thirty-something moms were dry-humping in the dark while their daughters screamed at hairless boys.
"You okay?" Lexa whispered the question when Clarke hissed after a hard kiss.
"Oh, I’m great!" Clarke gasped, finding Lexa’s lips again. "It’s just... it’s been a while. Single mom and all."
Lexa nodded. She knew the drama.
"I wish I could touch you," Lexa confessed between blonde tresses, inhaling the lingering scent of rose shampoo. Clarke moaned in response, grinding harder on Lexa’s thigh. "I bet you’re—"
The loud ringing of their phones cut off Lexa’s, admittedly, dirty talk, and they parted at the accompanying vibrations in their pockets.
"Shit," Clarke mumbled as she checked her phone. There was a lack of endless screams in the air. "I think the concert’s already ended."
Lexa was focused on her phone, Serah’s calls and texts, typing furiously back. "Let’s go back to the stalls."
"Oh, shit." Clarke, flushed and grinning with kiss-swollen lips, placed both hands on Lexa’s abs, stopping her. "I might have given you a hickey. Sorry." Lexa’s eyes widened, and she touched her neck. "The other side… I think you should lose the braid."
And that was how Lexa found her daughter in front of the coffee stall, typing furiously on her phone. "Mom!" she yelled when Lexa approached.
"Hey, honey, how was it?" Lexa placed both hands in her pockets, running her fingers through her hair.
"Why are you acting weird? And what happened to your braid?"
"Mom!" They looked to see Clarke hugging her daughter; there was an excited squeak between them. "It was awesome!"
"I’m glad, baby." Clarke waved at Lexa, and Serah looked between them, eyes narrowing.
"Clarke." Lexa cleared her throat when Clarke approached while holding her daughter’s hands. "This is my daughter, Serah."
"Hi," Serah said while eyeing Clarke up and down.
"Hey. This is Lumi, my daughter."
"Hi." Lumi waved at Serah, then saw the pin in her jacket. "Which song is your favorite from the new album?"
Serah’s frown melted into a smile as the girls started to talk about the show. Lexa took a step closer to Clarke but didn’t touch her. "Where did you park?"
"Oh." Lexa would never get tired of seeing that beautiful blush. "We took the bus here. We’ll probably Uber back."
"Can I offer you a ride?"
"It’s alright, we’re used to it." Both moms stared at the girls as they talked non-stop about the concert and the band, and Clarke shrugged. "Yeah, a ride would be nice."
As they walked to the parking lot, Serah pulled Lexa to one side. "Mom."
"What’s up, kiddo? I hope you don’t mind that we’re giving them a ride."
"It’s not that." Serah kicked a pebble on the dirty road parking lot. "Lux is fun. I want to be friends with her."
"That’s great."
Serah kept staring at Lexa, their eyes so much alike that it gave Lexa the chills sometimes, like now. Lexa did have a reputation, but she also had a daughter who was too smart for her own good.
"Please don’t ruin this," Serah pleaded. "Don’t make it like my swim teacher. Or my violin teacher."
"You didn’t even like violin."
"That’s not the point."
"We got a discount for three months."
"Lux is nice, and she also has a PS4. Please don’t mess up with her mom, please."
Lexa scoffed. "Why do you even—"
"You have a hickey, mom."
Damn kid.
"Alright, I’ll behave. For you," she promised.
Serah kissed Lexa’s cheek. "I love you, mom."
Lexa looked behind them to find Clarke listening to her daughter, but her eyes were focused on Lexa. She winked, her cheeks flushed with the wind.
Okay, Lexa might be in trouble with that promise.
#clexa#clexa fanfic#drabble#I had this drabble for attack on titan#and adapted it for clexa#I love ymir and historia and please send me recs if anyone knows a good fic#but clexa was also a cute story#and them both being single moms going to these concerts is kinds funny#and then making out and dry humping like teeenagers haha#okay okay#drabble drabble#I'm so tired#and tomorrow is Monday :(#so not ready to work#anywayyyy#at least I played a lot of soccer this weekend#and might have a cold#who knows#I'll find out tomorrow!
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idk why ppl call elena selfish and always slander her it's confusing to me tbh........... like yeah main characters can sometimes be hella annoying and self-centered and elena certainly is more flawed than a surface-level interpretation would suggest but how many times has she sacrificed herself for her friends safety and lives at the cost of her own?? and been concerned with their happiness above her own? she didn't complain once about being put into a sleeping beauty spell, she volunteered herself as a lamb in klaus's ritual, she even put herself in the situation where she and klaus had mutually beneficial partnerships and negotiated on her loved ones' behalf, asking the man who killed her aunt for his help, abandoning pride, safety, and righteous hatred of klaus on jenna's, as well as her other victimized loved ones', behalf because those loved ones, would benefit (which is really intelligent and manipulative actually? and also admirable? so miss me with the bullshit about elena sitting on her ass and letting her friends do the work because if that's what you think happened we were not watching the same show). and idk what narrative bamon fans (a group which i'm also a part of) invented where elena consumed all of damon's attention and was madly jealous and insecure about the friendship because in s4 she acknowledged it (he actually kind of loves her) and seemed happy that they got along. she encouraged their relationship dynamic and did not in any way seem inconvenienced? or make bamon about herself? elena supported and understood bonnie and damon's bond and encouraged it. it's the DE fans that were the problem in their hella racist bonnie hate and targetting kat graham for "interfering," but elena did not do anything wrong.
also she never led the salvabros on, or constantly switched indecisively. she was loyal to stefan, her fidelity remained intact, not once did she cheat on either of them, she communicated her complicated feelings very clearly without any mind games, and once she was completely sure that damon was the one for her she repeatedly affirmed that he was her "real" love and their relationship/feelings were real, despite damon's doubts and insecurities. stefan was the one who encouraged her to explore her attraction to damon in s3. elena was never the problem in the triangle of doom, and anyone who makes her out to be is most likely just a bitter stefan/damon fan. if anyone was the bad person in the triangle, it was the salvabros, who stalked and harassed a 17 year old girl, refused to allow her agency and respect her decision to keep her humanity off, saw her as a possession to "fix," used the nifty sirebond to control her and remove her autonomy shamelessly, and set her on fire/locked her in a safe because she was independent of them, experienced a personality change, and no longer relied on them.
and as for the racial misogyny of the writers and their preferential treatment of caroline and elena over bonnie, that's certainly a valid criticism which should be voiced but neither care or elena actively wished bonnie harm, both were determined to protect their friend, and both truly cared for bonnie's safety. also they all relied on bonnie too much and bonnie endangered herself in helping her friends many times but that's more or less the fault of racist writers, because care and elena mourned and grieved their friend's death and hated seeing her in pain. and when you compare this to clarke griffin, the main protagonist of the 100 who accused her latina friend of attempting to poison lexa in s2, treated raven like a servant to suit her political agenda for most of the show, and left her to die/be brutally tortured in s5 to "protect" her daughter (despite said latina having already been willing to offer protection to said daughter).... clarke actively screws her friends over with the purpose of achieving her own gains, especially her friends of color like bellamy and raven. elena, while complacent in the racist treatment of bonnie, never would have pointed a gun at her and fired, left her to die in a fighting pit, or left her to be tortured.
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Story prompts for characters
Part 2
you can use them (tag me) even if you change the characters!
again please don't judge wrote this like when i was like 16/17 😭 not proofread
Wanda and Y/n are married. Natasha and Bucky are married. Natasha and Y/n are Bestfriend’s. Bucky and Wanda are Bestfriend’s. One day Bucky comes to Y/n with a folder telling her he found out that Natasha & Wanda had been having an affair and he knew Y/n wouldn’t believe him without evidence so he hired a PI (Fury my man) Basically they end up going on a double date (which they have done multiple times before) they drop the evidence and they both ask for a divorce. Saying that they could try to fight it but then they’ll make their affair public basically ruining their reputations. Bucky & Y/n never had the best relationship Y/n lowks always believing Nat could’ve done better but ends up telling him he’s a good man and he actually always deserved better then her ((Y/n always saw it from Nats POV not looking at the relationship from Buckys bc once she did she realized Nat took advantage of him and was selfish)) Bucky and Y/n end up deciding to travel the world together Y/n is a journalist and Bucky is a photographer. They end up becoming best friends with a strong bond. Can either end up dating or just becoming like family.
AU for And We Meet Again where Lexa is reincarnated. Y/n is one of Clarke’s old flings but is actually a really good friend of hers. Lexa is jealous until she learns she’s dating the one and only Raven Reyes
Y/n is close to everyone on the team. She’s pretty lively, has a dry sense of humor, will do anything she wants to do. The team love her and she’s an amazing addition to the team. Follows orders to a fault unless she disagrees with them bc she has no problem going toe-to-toe with Steve or Tony. Hell one time she disagreed with Natasha and they talked and Y/n changed her mind. (Which is a hard feat) Y/n seemingly seems perfect and the team can all collectively agree to it especially Wanda Maximoff, Y/n’s Bestfriend besides Peter and somehow Wade Wilson. Wanda is completely enamored with Y/n, her compassionate heart, strong will, and her ability to make the atmosphere lighter given any situation. The problem is Y/n is completely oblivious to it. Y/n’s is completely irrevocably in love with Wanda but she keeps is under wraps because Y/n genuinely believes she would never be good enough for Wanda, no matter how many people she saves or good deeds she does she just never believes she’d be good enough. Wanda overheard a conversation at “boys night plus Y/n” with Peter and Wade. Wade asks why Y/n hasn’t made a move on Wanda and Y/n scoffs “yeah I’d never do that” Wades confused bc he knows how much you care for her and it’s obvious to everyone that Wanda has feelings for you. “Your wrong Wade, Wanda doesn’t have feelings for me. And let’s pretend she did, I’m not good enough for her. She’d be better off with someone like Vision, I know he’s in love with her.
Reader has been classified as “emotional” by the team. Natasha has to do something with an ex on the team and the entire team didn’t tell Y/n about it. When she does find out Vision letting it slip infront of the team and she confronts them and Nat says “you couldn’t handle the truth so I withheld it from you” but Y/n fires back “It was for a mission, yes it would make me uncomfortable but I understand we have a job to do. The real reason you didn’t tell me is because you didn’t expect me to react in the way you wanted me to. This always happens you all lie and I have to find out from someone else. You all say we’re a team, a family? But all you do is lie.” She ends up leaving the avengers for Xaviers School.
Carol Danvers is a new member of the avengers, well sure the avengers were created bc of her but no biggie. Y/n L/n catches her eye. She works hard and plays harder. She’s either always with Sam and Bucky, Natasha and Steve, or alone reading a book in the many bay windows Carol ends up finding out Tony had specially made for her even going far enough to make one in his lab. Carols enamored problem is even though your very kind and friendly your extremely closed off. Carol tried her best and ends up finding out one of the reasons your the way you are is because of past relationships especially bc of one Wanda Maximoff. Apparently Y/n thought Wanda was the one until Wanda was caught in a love triangle with Vision and Y/n. Wanda didn’t know who to choose and In the end she choose Vision. Y/n was oblivious to the love triangle but ended up finding out when she walked in on Vision and Wanda kissing. Carol ends up being upfront with her intention with Y/n and woo’s her. Carol gets the shovel talk from everyone on the team, cue slightly jealous Wanda telling Carol to treat Y/n better then she could.
Carol Danvers x Reader. After the events of Captain marvel Carol meets Y/n an aspiring singer who’s friends with Maria. Carol ends comes back and forth between earth for a year before she gets called to a far away planet that needs help and she doesn’t know when or if she’ll be back. They breakup Carol comes back Avengers Endgame and finds out Y/n became a huge artist and her most famous song was about Carol ‘Space Girl’. Y/n was a figure head in LGTQ+ rights and a huge activist. Carol comes and finds out Maria passed away and Y/n old but alive. Monica considers Y/n her other mom. Shortly after the snap that brings everyone back Y/n passes away saying she only held on for so long because Maria wanted her too.
R is a off duty marine but gets called in for a year long undercover mission. When R comes home R acts perfectly fine but she isn’t. Wanda suspects R’s cheating and enlists Natasha’s help. They track and see R at a restaurant with a man. The next day they follow her again and she goes into a building and only leaves an hour later running her hands through her hair. Wanda confronts R infront of the entire team while Natasha glares at her. Steve tells Wanda there wasn’t the place. R dragging Wanda to their shared bedroom. (based off of law n order scene)
Hope Mikaelson x Reader. Been Bestfriend’s since they were kids. R is in love with hope and hope basically strings R along. Based off of “That way” Tate McRae.
Character thinks R is cheating so as revenge they cheat in return but turns Reader was buying a engagement ring
Flipped Au Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Natasha and Y/n have broken up. Nats sad and when yelena finds out she heads over there but on her way she meets a cute girl in the bar and the have sex. So basically Yelena hooked up with y/n w/o knowing thats nats ex and y/n hooked up with Yelena not knowing that was nat's lil sister. Basically when they figure it out its a bunch of shit and they dont know if they should tell nat or not.
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to be clear, while I don't ship Cl.exa I don't hate Lexa, I find her a cool character. I'm just not into the ship.
And when it comes to canon divergences I much prefer to write situations in which I can explore just how IMPORTANT Bellamy is to her (heart and the head and all that), and make it even more obvious. But also how she was the first to say that she believed in second chances when Murphy came back after being tortured, letting him stay at camp. The fact that she and Murphy could have been so much more. And also explore how she made sure to tell Raven she'd pick her first when Raven was doubting herself, that bond.
And I feel that there could have been so much more between Clarke and Octavia too, the bloodreina vs wanheda potential, and with vs I mean support from the 'I get it, impossible choices' camp, if there had been less action to deal with and more focus on relationships.
And how Clarke injected herself with the nightblood serum instead of Emori and there could have been so much coming from that ?? because Emori was expecting to be sacrificed from the beginning and instead Clarke didn't go through with it. And with Echo who had her back even in s6, at the beginning, right after that whole mess, could have had her back before too, because clearly there is no real bad blood there??
I'm so here to write all the 'this bond is stronger than any obstacle we face' sappy relationships, sue me.
#this is why they are my first choices while I try to figure out if I can write clarke in the first place which I might suck at#show: the 100#muse: Clarke#clarke wishlist;
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An excerpt from my old fanfic
I wrote (and finished) only one fanfic in 2015/2016. It's fanfiction between Clarke and Lexa from the 100, a couple that would bring my girlfriend and me together. (You can find it here, but please don't read it because, goodness gracious, it's not good). We bonded over the show and our love of Clexa and even ended up calling each other nicknames based on the couple (commander and princess). While I originally got into fanfiction through Supernatural and Harry Potter, the 100 is when fanfiction turned into a deeper connection with the queer community. #LexaDeservedBetter was trending after Lexa was killed, and her death made "Queer Death" more real to me. This is when I went from enjoying queer art, learning about queerness, and getting in touch with my own identity to wanting to fight for the entire community and more equal rights.
Without further adieu, here is the beginning of the chapter dedicated to my girlfriend:
Do what you can to make a difference.
Study hard. Work harder.
Climb the latter until you can see the entire city.
Shout until people start listening.
Justice. Peace. Loyalty.
It is up to you and only you.
The difference you want to see cannot be done if you sit idly by.
Do what you can to make a difference.
And don’t let anything stop you. Don't let anyone stop you.
Lexa tells herself these things every single day.
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Tonight I was buying a gift at ZiNG (a pop culture store) and I asked the salesperson if they had any Lexa pops left since I saw Lincoln was on their shelves. They told me Lexa was all pre-sold out, and the only one they managed to order in was for themselves. I was like 'fair enough' in an of-fucking-course sort of way and they go 'I mean, she started a MOVEMENT' and my eyes lit up because they're clearly a part of lexakru and get it. They said they went to Melb Supanova and took pics with all the Lexas and I go 'You probably took a picture with my friend!' ( @molliemashstash ) And then they threw their arm up in the air and shouted at the sky 'A fallen sister!' I showed them the Lexa badge on my bag and they recognised it straightaway 'Her bindi!' and I collected my purchase and started to leave. As I was walking away I hear them shout ‘See you later on the internet!’
Sigh. It’s these kinds of encounters to me, 14 months after Lexa was killed nevertheless, that remind me just how far Lexa’s reach goes and that she’s not going to be forgotten any time soon. I live 30 minutes away from the city in the suburbs and her pop figure was pre-sold out and the salesperson was a big fan. In what world! Also, while we were chatting I had that familiar feeling of ClexaCon where you could talk with ease with total strangers who never really feel like strangers because there is an instant comradeship there. I love it.
Lexa, truly a Legend.
#lexa#text#completely made my day :)#the lexa bond is real#the gift i bought was a marauders map scarf for my friends bday#thought that was an important detail to include
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Nerd 19
Previously on Nerd
The world looked different.
It definitely felt different.
She felt different.
Still tired from the lack of sleep and long day, Lexa found herself spread across her bed as the afternoon lingered onward, the sun slowly dipping, coming in through the new leaves on the tree outside of her window. A movie played in the background, some older one she was particularly interested in, but needed the noise. Downstairs, her father was mowing the lawn and her mother was cleaning up from dinner. She felt quiet.
It felt like a song, she thought. Better than the movies could have lead her to believe. Instead, she equated it to a soft, warm song, with lulling harmonies and lingering static across her skin. That was how she felt about Clarke. She felt like a slow song in a honeycomb. She felt like a weighted blanket in a lazy river.
She hadn’t anticipated any of it.
From her bed, she strained her ears and listed as her mother went outside to take her father a drink, most likely. There was homework to be finished and a script to annotate for Costia, but Lexa didn’t want to do any of it, because she wanted to savor the feeling of overwhelming happiness. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so happy in her entire existence.
And so, as she always did when she needed to talk about it, she moved to the garage. Her car was in the driveway, a fully functioning machine now. So instead, her attention turned to Aiden’s shell of a car.
Just a few minutes into putzing around, she tugged her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed her sister. Anya would know what to do with all of it-- the… the joy? The happiness?
“Hey, what’s u--”
“I had sex.”
“Christ, Lexa,” Anya huffed, nearly falling off of the elliptical at the gym. “We’ve talked about this. You have to ease someone into that type of conversation.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just nearly got bucked off my machine.”
“How do you ease into that conversation?”
“Something like… Hey, so Clarke and I have been getting closer, and we finally-- you know? Something like that.”
Lexa pursed her lips and tapped the screwdriver against her thigh as she mulled over the words.
“After prom. We went camping in the back of the Bronco.”
“Okay, I don’t need the whole thing,” her sister sighed, smiling to herself. “How was it? How are you? You wanted to, right?”
“Real bad,” she nodded and furrowed as she sat in the driver’s seat of the old frame, twiddling the tool around. “Like, I don’t think I ever wanted anything more. It was… it was really, really good. I did a good job.”
“How did Clarke do?”
“A really, really good job.”
Both sat on their opposite coasts and mulled it over. Anya took her time in processing it because she hadn’t ever thought she’d be having conversations like this with her sister. Lexa always seemed so quiet and contained, as if she didn’t need anyone else, let alone a big sister. It kind of always felt like that with the twins. They had each other, what would they need her for? She hadn’t prepared for this, though she was far from upset about the revelation.
“So you had a good time?”
“I think it was perfect. And now I feel… I don’t know. I feel so warm and I want to talk to Clarke, like all of the time. And my body is tingly.”
“Wow. You are aware of how absolutely grossly in love you sound, right?”
“Ew, no, what?”
“You sound like you like Clarke a lot, and as Dad would say, getting to know her intimately has just deepened your bond.”
“Don’t quote Dad right now.”
“You have to admit, the man puts together a thorough and engaging sex education talk series,” Anya reminded her.
It was quiet on the line, and so Anya adjusted her speed, knowing full well that her sister needed the time to think, and she could imagine how overwhelmed she might be from all of the feelings that came with sex, and potentially the sex itself.
“This has been the weirdest year of my life,” Lexa finally admitted, leaning her head back as she closed her eyes.
“Weirder then when Aiden died?”
“Kind of. At least I had time to prepare for this. I didn’t know I’d be someone who had a girlfriend who had sex.”
“You never knew that?” Anya chuckled.
“Never really thought about it.”
“Well, tough break, because that’s your life now. You should get Clarke something nice. To thank her.”
“I have to thank her for sex?”
“You should always do something sweet for your girlfriend.”
“I do sweet things.”
“Like what?”
“Last night in the truck. I had snacks and lights and movies.”
“Yeah, but that was for sex.”
“It wasn’t for sex. Sex just happened,” Lexa shrugged.
“Still. Lean into the warm fuzzy feelings you’re having.”
“It sounds terrible.”
“Did you talk to Luna yet?”
Lexa sighed and shook her head even though Anya wouldn’t know. It didn’t seem quite right, somehow, and she wasn’t sure why.
“I don’t think she likes hearing about Clarke.”
“Well, fine. Do you want to tell me more about… it?”
“Not really.”
Grateful, Anya slowed, her cool down period starting.
“I’m doing fine by the way. Totally unbothered by the fact that my kid sister is having more sex than me.”
“We did do it a few times. I didn’t tell you that part,” Lexa nodded.
With a heavy sigh, Anya climbed off of her machine and stood there for a moment before moving to wipe it down.
“Or is it one time, but like multiple times in the one time? I don’t really know what constitutes a time, either.”
“I’m going to take that guy in my lecture up on his date offer I think.”
“Cool.”
“Mom and Dad mentioned where we’re going this summer on the family trip?”
“Not yet, but I think they’re leaning toward Arches.”
“We should do Hawaii.”
“That’d be fun.”
“Put it in their ear. Be subtle.”
“Should I do something for Clarke tonight to thank her, or like, should I wait until tomorrow?”
“You should do whatever feels right.”
“That’s why I’m calling you.”
“I can’t believe you had sex.”
“Me neither,” Lexa grinned and closed her eyes. “Do you think I’m in love?”
“You’re the only person who could know that.”
“I’ve never been in love before though,” she explained. “How would I know what it feels like?”
“Don’t think about it too much. Just keep doing whatever you’re doing, and try not to overthink it.”
Lexa frowned.
“You know full well that’s what I’m going to do.”
Her sister chuckled and Lexa shook her head.
“You should go out with that guy if you like him,” Lexa decided. “You always said summer was the best time to make a move.”
“Is that what you’re going to do this summer-- Make some moves?”
“I think so. I’m going to try.”
“Alright, well I guess we can use a rebuilding season.”
Lexa smiled and nodded. It was nice to talk to her sister. It was nice to remember that she was around, even if she wasn’t. It was weird to realize she missed her. And so she stayed on the phone a little longer, because it was nice, and she was happy, and she owed a large portion of that to Anya.
It made her want to go to CMU even more, but she didn’t want to rain on her own parade, so she pushed it away, hiding ideep and further down that ever before.
XXXXXXXXX
It’d been a long weekend. It’d been a longer shift.
But Clarke still smiled to herself as she plopped down in her bed. She kicked off her shoes without moving much, her clothes still smelling like the diner, her hair slightly greasy from the lack of a shower. It was on the agenda, she just wasn’t pressed at the moment despite the pile of homework still to be done.
Downstairs, her mother and father were watching TV together, cuddled on the couch. She’d grunted a greeting and told them a little about prom and the weekend, promising to see them later, but alluding to the project she still had left to complete.
Nothing made her want to move though, and so she laid across the bed at an awkward angle, her feet dangling over the side, now with shoes in a pile beneath them. It was quiet, and that suited her just fine for the moment, as she closed her eyes and thought about the night before, about Lexa, about dancing and how perfect she was in her tux, and about the moment, the indescribable moment, when they were moving to the music, that Clarke felt utterly captivated. And when Lexa opened up, and showed how her heart worked, it just made Clarke’s chest feel as if it were a balloon being inflated too much, but never going to pop.
Absently, she ran her fingertips along her lips, remembering the feeling of Lexa in the back of her truck, remembering the weight of the body atop her and the warmth of her skin, the little bit of sweat on her shoulders, the way Lexa’s arms shook before she drifted lower, the look in her eyes in the pale lights, the way her body felt-- just all of it, Clarke replayed it as many times as she could, memorizing it all after spending an afternoon trying to not blush and think about it, trying her best to not smile in random moments when she’d remember anyway.
There was a look Lexa had, where she was unsure to continue. And Clarke had taken off her glasses for her and cupped her neck, tugging her closer, and whispered things and Lexa had gone rigid and melted within an instant.
That was an important moment.
“I’m already asleep,” Clarke complained as she picked up the phone, interrupted from her reverie that was just getting to the good parts. Though perhaps it was for the best.
“It’s seven,” Raven disagreed. “It’s still light outside.”
“I’m exhausted. You’re lucky I answered.”
“How honored I am,” she laughed. “Especially since you just bailed on us all during prom and no one’s heard from you all day.”
“I had work.”
“Legend has it you’re still up shacked up with Woods.”
“We’re legends now?”
“Come on, Griffin. Out with it. I was afraid you ran away or something.”
“We just went camping in Lexa’s Bronco. No big deal.”
“Except you hate camping,” Raven reminded her.
“It wasn’t camping so much as glamping?” Clarke decided. “She had a mattress pad and the trunk was huge. Tons of pillows, string lights, movies and snacks. It was really cute and we got to watch the sunrise over the mountains.”
“Jesus that’s disgusting.”
Clarke couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. She felt like she owed her friend more, to apologize for bailing, to apologize for continually escaping their group of friends and continually avoiding almost all form of fun. She just didn’t seem to have it in her anymore.
“I really am tired, and I have to shower and I still have my portion of a history project to submit tonight…”
“You really aren’t going to tell me what you were up to? You’re practically avoiding me. And everyone else. Even Octavia has noticed.”
“Well, I’m sure she’s not too upset by it.”
She hadn’t meant to to sound as snippy as it had, but it just came out. For a moment she kicked herself for picking up the phone. She could have just gone on ignoring it. But part of her had missed Raven, missed that connection.
“We miss you, Clarke. I know you’re busy with your girlfriend and somehow introducing her into society has turned into a full time job, but you do have friends who are worried.”
“There’s nothing to worry about,” Clarke sighed. “I’ve just been busy, but summer is coming.”
“And you’ll be working more than ever and sucking face with that nerd.”
“Hey, only I can call her that.”
“You going to beat me up like you threatened Finn?” Raven chuckled. “Seriously. You have to start bringing her around. Everyone is going to think she’s the one who is keeping you away. And that’s not what’s happening, right?”
“Oh, God no,” Clarke shook her head as she finally stood up. Slowly she started to peel away layers of clothes so she could shower. “Lexa couldn’t do any of that. It’s been all me. I just have some shit going on.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
“I don’t want to talk about it or spread it all over the place--”
“I wouldn’t--”
“No, I know,” Clarke nodded to herself. “But I just don’t have the energy to pretend to be happy around everyone most of the time.”
“Damn, you’re really deep in it, aren’t you?” Raven fret, finally getting the honesty she’d wanted from weeks ago. “Should I worry?”
“No, no-- I’m… I’m just exhausted.”
“You’ll let me help, if I can?”
“Of course,” she fibbed.
“And you’ll bring Lexa around? I miss you. I’m dying without you around.”
“You could help on Lexa’s movie if you want. She’s planning on making a documentary this summer.”
“Should I be worried by the amount of slasher films she makes?”
“Nah,” Clarke chuckled. “She doesn’t even like them that much. This one is a subversion of the stereotypical slasher genre.”
“God, she’s turning you into a nerd, too.”
“Maybe.”
There was a moment of quiet for them, a peaceful moment and a slight understanding. Clarke knew that summer would change everything, that things could get back to normal, that she could put away the past year and the bullshit and start over on her last year. She had a plan, and she realized that maybe Lexa was rubbing off on her.
“So…” Raven continued. “Sunrise on the mountain… was there more…?”
“You seriously called to ask if we hooked up, didn’t you?”
“I have to live vicariously. Kyle is… God this boy is slow to move. The fact that Lexa fucking Woods made moves on you before he has tried to round second is an actual crime. A sick joke the universe is playing on me.”
“I was very explicit.”
“I’m sure you were,” her friend teased.
“I mean… Lexa isn’t one to assume she has a chance. I had to tell her that she did. Maybe you just have to tell Wick.”
“I shouldn’t have to make all of the moves.”
“He’ll get the message.”
“Oh, and I suppose Lexa is all confident now?”
“No, but she’s getting there. She…” Clarke trailed off as she thought about it. She didn’t want to give any of Lexa away. She was selfish and greedy. “She is more confident. But I don’t think it’s confidence, I think it’s about security. They have to feel safe enough. So what if you have to be the one driving for a while?”
“Are you seriously not going to tell me what went on last night?”
Clarke found herself staring at her own body in the mirror, freshly stripped and free of the grime of the day before the shower. She looked at a mark on her hip, twisting to see it and remembering the edge of a seatbelt holder somewhere in that area. It made her smile as she pushed it tenderly.
“Nothing happened.”
“Alright, I will see you tomorrow and I’ll get it out of you.”
“I’m done kissing and telling,” Clarke swore.
“She wasn’t that good, huh?”
“Goodnight, Raven,” she laughed.
“We still on for Gus’ on Wednesday?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there.”
“Don’t bail.”
“I won’t.”
“I’m serious. I’m going to start taking it personally.”
“I promise,” she insisted.
“Good. We have planning to do.”
“Okay, goodbye for real I need to shower.”
“To rinse off Lexa Woods.”
“You’re gross.”
Clarke left it at that, hanging up and tossing her phone on the counter. She wasn’t accustomed to wanting to have something that was just her own. She was used to the group and moving in the pack so much, that she simply hadn’t noticed that she’d migrated away and was doing other things. She hadn’t thought to miss it too much.
For a moment she stared into her own eyes, leaning slightly closer to the mirror as the water ran, creating some steam in the bathroom.
She was undeniably happy, and yet felt hollow, and wasn’t sure how to fix it. She wasn’t even sure what needed fixing other than her own brain.
Maybe it was all too much.
Maybe she was just tired, she told herself.
Maybe she did just want to run away to the back of some truck in the middle of the woods. Maybe that was the only place she could feel happy because she was away-- just… away.
With a deep breath Clarke paused before patting her own cheek and stepping into the hot water.
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It was different, suddenly, and Lexa knew it.
She felt different, still, though she couldn’t pinpoint why it was. But still, she somehow found herself outside of Clarke’s window anyway, because Anya was terrible with advice, and because Clarke was stressed with homework.
So she tossed rocks at the bright window on the corner of the old stone house and hoped her parents didn’t notice despite the lights on in the living room.
Lexa smiled to herself as Clarke appeared, furrowing before opening the window herself.
“Lexa? What are you doing here?” She whispered and hissed all at once to keep as quiet as possible.
“You said it’d been a long day. I thought you might need reinforcements,” Lexa explained, holding up a few bags of Clarke’s favorite snacks.
The girl in the window shook her head, smiling to herself as she gazed back at the girl with the treats in one hand and a few pebbles still clutched in the other.
“Come up.”
“No way. Your mom is terrifying and it’s past curfew.”
“So I have to come down there?”
“Only if you want snacks.”
Debating it momentarily, she rolled her eyes and disappeared. Lexa wasn’t sure if it was to come see her or to go back to her work. It was an excruciatingly long wait until she heard footsteps approaching from the side of the house and felt a body nearly tackle her.
“I see you are very eager for snacks,” Lexa chuckled, dropping the bags to handle her girlfriend’s weight. Though she was short, she was mighty.
Hair still wet from the shower and high in a bun atop her head, the wet tendrils tickled Lexa’s nose before Clarke shifted only to kiss her neck and then lips.
“Can we go back to the woods and never come out?”
“Wow, I was that good at sex to convince you to like camping?”
“I was so happy,” Clarke muttered into her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“Me too. You okay? You seemed quiet.”
Clarke pulled away and kissed her girlfriend’s cheek. Lexa let her down slowly, keeping her arms around her. She kissed her harder this time, fully.
“Just tired.”
“It’s not.. Um-- with the-- you know. Us. And the--”
“No. Not at all,” Clarke promised, grinning softly as Lexa struggled to compute the words she couldn’t exactly say. “More like coming home off of such a happiness high. Real life really slapped me around.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“Not really,” she shrugged. “But snacks certainly help.”
“Your mom?”
“She can’t have any.”
Clarke sat on the ground beneath the old maple tree, carefully perusing the snacks that had created a nest there. She popped open a bag and took one before offering it to her girlfriend. It took another second for Lexa to accept and join her there in the dark, only the streetlights glowing around them.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m very happy to see you. Thank you for coming over.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“I know,” Clarke nodded and sighed before taking another bite from the bag. “I think I’m just tired. Or I don’t know. Talking to Raven really got me wondering about things. Or maybe it was just… when I came home my mom wasn’t here, and I know where she was, and I had to sit through dinner with my dad, in a great mood, by the way, while she just laughed like nothing was happening. It was… Maybe it’s all of that?”
“Yeah,” Lexa nodded as well, grateful to take some chips. “Maybe.”
Clarke ducked her head and ran her hand over her face.
“But summer is almost here. Only a few more weeks of school, and then I can just, like reset or something, right?”
“Definitely.”
“Should I tell my dad?”
“I don’t know if it’s your thing to tell.”
“I should make my mom?”
“You should talk to her, maybe? I don’t know the right answer here.”
“I was really hoping someone did,” Clarke chuckled and let out a heavy sigh, not finding any amusement in it at all. “I’m sick of feeling so shitty all of the time.”
They sat there and munched. It was still chilly despite the warmer spring, the night allowing the temperatures to drop back down, reigning supreme over the sunless time.
“Hey, you know, you don’t have to worry. None of that is your responsibility. Just… enjoy your dad and ignore the other bullshit. If I learned one thing in the hospital, is that you have to really savor the time. Just be around and that’s the stuff you’ll remember one day. Not this other junk.”
Lexa hadn’t meant to say so much. She hadn’t meant to reference any parallels to herself, in fact, because she didn’t want to acknowledge it. She liked to keep the boxes shut tightly, but this was an important lesson to pass along, or so she hoped.
But Clarke looked at her and seemed to understand, despite not wanting to, and Lexa looked away quickly until a hand fell on her thigh and rubbed a thumb along it. She just watched that fo a while because it felt nice and was warm.
“You’re very wise.”
“Nah,” Lexa shooed it away. “I just… I don’t know how to, but I very much want to be someone who helps you feel less shitty.”
“You do.”
Lexa smiled into her chest at the words, breathing slightly easier.
“You should get back to work. I don’t want to distract you for too long. I was trying to be sweet. Anya said that I should do something sweet for you.”
“Anya is a wise woman. Listen to her.”
With Lexa’s help, Clarke was heaved up from the ground, oddly sad to lose the quiet moment of snacks and her girlfriend. She grabbed Lexa’s collar and pulled her down to kiss her. Lexa smiled and melted into it, aware now, that she might actually have to listen to Anya more often.
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As someone who is in their late 20's and a closeted lesbian, television shows provide an outlet for me to live vicariously through the characters and find joy out of their stories. Villanelle and her character arc were such a source of happiness and introspection for me. I know others feel the same way - that's why I think there is absolutely no shame in feeling mentally. physically, emotionally unwell after the finale. At face value it's already horrifying enough to see your favorite characters ruined, but subconsciously, a finale like that is telling you that if you are queer you will never find happiness, and that you are inherently wrong no matter how you try not to be. They can say that it wasn't their intent, or that an angle like that would be reading too much into it, but they need to understand that shows like Killing Eve simply do not exist for the queer community. A show where the sexualities of the characters was never a big "reveal" moment or a plot point or anything out of the ordinary. They were just allowed to exist and thrive in their spaces without ever being put into a box. It was liberating, it was fun, and it made me feel so normal. Heterosexual media features SO many different character types, relationships, and every story line you can think of, backed up by big budget and great actors. It's encouraged to be obsessed with ships, to buy merchandise, to become invested.
Yet whenever we do that we are told we're being over the top, that it's fiction, that we need to focus on real life. Why is that?
Additionally, in heterosexual media, people have the pick of the litter of characters to choose to relate too because the creative freedom in heterosexual media is limitless. There's so many genres, so much more quantity, so much more of EVERYTHING that even if a character you love dies, and it effects you to some degree, I'm sure there are at least a couple of other shows and characters that you can fall back on that ended well.
The queer community? (And I would even go so far as to single out the lesbian community, because there are SO few lesbian relationships that are thoroughly developed or have a main storyline, even less if you focus on live-acted media instead of animation). Very little to nothing.
It's why this feels like such a blow. Why Lexa was such a blow. These excellently acted, developed and unique characters that we see so rarely, brutally killed on our screens.
I would never ask for special treatment from a writer just because I'm part of the queer community, but I think there needs to be more thoughtfulness towards the depiction of lesbian characters and their similar fates in past television shows, especially in a show like Killing Eve that has asked us to invest in these characters' journeys and encouraged critical thinking and theorizing over the past 4/5 years. This wasn't a weekly 1/2 hour comedy show with a laugh track that is easily consumed for fun and can be taken at face value. This was a show that asked us to immerse ourselves in Villaneve's world, to prompt introspection and read between the lines to understand these one-of-a-kind characters and their unique bond.
So for the writers to act like it was anything but that is very sad, and moreso concerning for the future of television if people like this continue to run shows, and continue to ignore the queer voices in the room.
ALL. OF. THIS. It was perfectly said, so I don't really feel the need to expand upon it, but I do want to highlight this part that is SO fucking important:
Heterosexual media features SO many different character types, relationships...it's encouraged to be obsessed with ships, to buy merchandise, to become invested.
Yet whenever we do that we are told we're being over the top, that it's fiction, that we need to focus on real life. Why is that?
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The 100 Fandom and Lack of Object Permanence
One thing I’ve noticed in this fandom is that fans - and often the writers too - fail to understand just how little time a lot of the characters have spent in each other’s presence. They assume much closer relationships between characters than is logical for the time they’ve spent together.
Now, yes, we often see them under stressful situations and stress brings people together in unique ways, but to really know someone you also need a variety of experiences - not just stressful murder-filled ones. Those less stressful situations, however, rarely make it to screen, or if they do it is just in short flashbacks, so people forget just how much time has passed off-screen.
Thus this post - a guide for fandom (and belatedly for the writers), who really need to learn how to understand object permanence - that is, the understanding that things (be they people, animals, inanimate objects, places, etc.) continue to exist even when they cannot be perceived (seen, touched, smelled, etc.).
Which is to say: We have spent seven years (give or take for when you got into the fandom) with these characters. But in most cases they have not spent that amount of time with each other. And when they have, it has mostly been off-screen, but this time is still important because it has major implications for how relationships between characters are and should be.
I’ve done the math on how much time characters have spent near each other, using the timeline on The 100’s Fandom wiki. Now, this doesn’t necessarily even mean they interacted each of these days, just that they were in the same places at the same times, so there was the potential for interaction.
“Day” is also flexible - sometimes they may have been present in the same place for the entire 24 hours, sometimes only a few minutes. This also omits the 125 years of cryo, because they were not conscious with the possibility of interaction. “Delinquent” in this context refers to those characters who were born in space who then inhabited the dropship camp in season 1 - that is, the 100 prisoners plus Bellamy and Raven.
I’m not going to get into every single pairing/grouping of characters, because that would take forever. But just some of the key ones.
Some of these results might shock you.
Octavia has spent more time with Echo than she has with Clarke.
Despite now being 33 years old (and thus the oldest Delinquent), Octavia has spent less than 7 years living in a society that contains more than two other people. The only living characters she’s spent more than ten years of her life with are Hope and Bellamy.
The longest continuously serving Earth/Earth-orbit-born leader since the Pilot has been Octavia, who ruled Wonkru for 6 years. It is possible that Jaha or Lexa might have had a longer period of rule overall, but the majority of it would have been before the Pilot episode.
Despite not appearing in a scene together between 3x15 and 6x02, nor being in the same locations at all from 3x15 to 5x13, Octavia and Raven have spent more time with each other than their combined total of days spent with Clarke. (That is, Octavia and Raven’s time together is more than Octavia’s time with Clarke PLUS Raven’s time with Clarke.)
Besides the Blake siblings and old married couple Monty and Harper, the two pairs of Delinquents who have spent the most time together are Octavia and Miller and Bellamy and Raven.
Bellamy and Clarke have only been in each other’s presence for 89 days. Given that Bellamy experienced no memory loss in either direction when traveling to/from Etherea and Bardo, this means that they must run at the same speed, and this means that Bellamy has spent more time with Doucette (sometimes known as Steve) than he has with Clarke.
Octavia and Murphy have only been in each other’s presence for 37 days, half of those in season 1 when Murphy was still the Camp Asshole, so Hope’s line about liking Murphy in 7x02 is pure fanservice because Octavia does not have the stories about Murphy as the Lovable Rogue that other characters do. It is also entirely possible that Octavia doesn’t even know Emori’s name, having only been in each other’s presence briefly in 3x16, 4x12, 5x12, 6x03 and 6x13.
If we accept as canon the deleted lines that Indra was the one to torture and infect Murphy in season 1, Murphy has spent almost as much time with Indra as he has with Octavia, and has exchanged more dialogue with her than he has with Octavia, who he hasn’t exchanged dialogue with since season 1.
Monty’s mistrust of Murphy in 4x13 might seem out of place, given what we’ve seen of Murphy’s growth over the previous two seasons, until you realize that save for a potential brief encounter during their shared time in Arkadia during 4x03, Monty hadn’t seen Murphy since season 1.
Murphy did not see a single Delinquent during the 112 days that passed from 2x11 to 3x06, until he met Clarke again in 3x07 and was in the presence of Bellamy, Octavia and Miller starting from 3x15. The only other main character he saw during that time was Jaha. These 112 days represent over half of the time (200 days) that the Delinquents spent on Earth prior to Praimfaya.
Jordan and Hope were born after Madi, but are older than her. They are also both older than every Delinquent character with the exception of Bellamy (29) and Octavia (33), being 26 and 25 years of age respectively, while the remaining delinquents (Clarke, Raven, Murphy, Miller) are 23/24.
The longest lasting romantic relationship between characters where both are still living is that between Miller and Jackson. Murphy and Emori come in second (because of their occasional on-again off-again situation, while we haven’t heard of the same being the case for Miller and Jackson).
Now, some might say that physical time together doesn’t matter in the face of fire-forged bonds and still “knowing” the other characters even if they aren’t physically present with each other. Now, to a point that could be true. However, what is also true - and the big point here - is that the more time characters spend apart from each other, the greater the chances that they build up their own versions of each other in their minds (and stories) rather than knowing who the real person is. This was especially the case in season 5 after what was a six year time jump for everybody, and it is coming back into play now in season 7 where the amount of time that has passed varies depending on character.
Will this ever be properly addressed? In canon, I doubt it. But maybe there can be some references to it, we can always hope.
#the 100#the 100 meta#object permanence#octavia blake#echo kom spacekru#clarke griffin#raven reyes#bellamy blake#john murphy#nathan miller#emori kom spacekru
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Hello i wrote an ending that we actually deserved with bellamy closure. This is my first time writing fic for this ship so hope i did them justice. Enjoy 🤍
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When Clarke arrives at Sanctum, she’s greeted only by Picasso. She rummages through the palace, the farmhouse, looking for any signs of human life. She knows she won’t find any— there was never any person who even came close to committing as many atrocities as Clarke has. And to those who come close, well, they’re already dead.
She finally gives up and goes back to the throne room. She slumps against the wall, sinking to the floor with Picasso at her side. Her eyes follow the ground to the spot she was last time she was on the planet, and a pang aches in her chest.
The blood is gone. She’s assuming they took him to Nakara. She heard that the planet was a graveyard— Gabriel had mentioned it in passing.
“Picasso, stay. I’ll be right back,” she scratches the dog behind the ears and puts on the helmet. She takes a deep breath and punches in the code for the ice planet.
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Nothing much has changed since she last left Nakara. The cold air bites at her cheeks immediately when she takes her helmet off, but it doesn’t bother her. She won’t be long.
“Bellamy, if you’re somewhere on this planet, if you can hear me…” she starts, feeling a lump unwillingly form at the back of her throat. “You were right about transcendence… You just wanted peace— I’m glad everyone got that, and I hope you did, too.”
She bites the inside of her cheek, letting her tears fall into the fresh snow. “I killed you. I killed you and you didn’t deserve that. You saved me from death— brought me back to life— and that’s how I repaid you. I understand why I failed the test. But you— you would have passed it. I know you would have.”
“I don’t deserve forgiveness. I know that. Even if you can somehow hear me, I want you to know I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m just here to say I’m sorry. I’m paying the price for it now, aren’t I? The only human left in the universe,” she laughs bitterly. “There’s part of me that wishes we ran away when you asked me to. Maybe we would have been incinerated by Praimfaiya, but I know we would’ve been happy. We could’ve been so happy, Bell,” her lip quivers as she shakes her head. “But I don’t regret anything. I wouldn’t have met Madi.”
“You know, I don’t think I ever told you just how much I loved you. Finn knew, Lexa knew… But you? God, Bell. I loved you so much. And you never knew. That’s one of my biggest mistakes— never letting you just how much I loved you.”
She’s unsure if she’s shivering due to the cold, or if it’s just her body responding to the raw emotions pulsing through her blood. She kneels to the ground, letting her fingers brush the snow.
The last of her tears fall as she takes one deep breath.
“In peace, may you leave this shore. In love, may you find the next. Safe passage on your travels, until our final journey to the ground. May we meet again.”
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Picasso’s gold fur disappears down the ravine, out of sight from Clarke. Earth is green and lush again, free to breathe without the threat of human corruption.
“Picasso, come!”
She follows the brief flashes of gold through the forest until it clears, revealing the shoreline of a vast lake. The air is clean, water is clear, and she can even hear the singing of birds in the distance.
Then, she sees them.
Her friends.
Her heart jumps.
The first to hug her is Raven, then Murphy. One by one, she embraces them, tears threatening her eyes.
“But you transcended,” Clarke says in disbelief, tears threatening her eyes.
“They told us transcendence is a choice, Clarke,” Raven says, holding her hands firmly. “And we chose to live.”
She gives her a shaky smile before they finally envelop her in a group hug, and, god, she’s so relieved that she isn’t alone. Not again.
But even though she feels the love from her friends, it’s bittersweet. There’s no hope for humanity. Life is supposed to be more than survival, but she can’t help but wonder if that’s true when every person she’s ever loved is no longer in her reach. For the first time, she’s not sure what to live for. Her friends share different bonds to each other than she ever had. Different types of connections. Familial, romantic. There’s a piece of her missing without Bellamy, without Madi. All that was left of her family— gone, because of her.
“I know you never felt like we were family, but we are now,” Murphy whispers low in her ear. She doesn’t know how he knows exactly what she’s thinking, but she accepts it. “We’re all we’ve got to live for now, Clarke. Humanity be damned.”
She lets out a weak laugh, ignoring the ache in her chest. “Thanks, cockroach.”
Her friends release her from the hug, a mess of limbs untangling in her periphery, except for Octavia, who lingers by her side.
“Madi’s not in pain anymore. She wanted to stay… She likes the peace,” Octavia reassures her, rubbing her back lovingly. “She was the key to transcendence and she made her choice. She wanted me to tell you that she loves you, Clarke.”
Clarke nods, devastated, but she understands. “Thank you— for everything, Octavia.”
“You know, I didn’t see Bellamy there,” Octavia says, eyes dropping to the ground. “He was right about everything. It doesn’t seem fair that he never got to transcend,” her tone is wistful, somber. “I just hope that he’s proud of me, wherever he is.”
Clarke hugs her again, this time longer, feeling the weight of her friend’s words fall on her shoulders. She makes a mental note to take Octavia to Nakara to say a proper goodbye just like she had. Then, they can make a proper memorial.
She can accept Madi’s choice, knowing that she’s happy, but she never gave Bellamy the opportunity, and that’s something she has to live with forever. She knows one day she’s going to have to stop the guilt from consuming her, but she has the rest of her life to learn.
When they part, she sees a speck in the distance coming towards them from the horizon. Her first instinct is to draw her gun, but she doesn’t have one.
Instead, she squints her eyes and looks on, until finally the object comes into focus, and suddenly, her knees buckle, voice caught in her throat.
Disbelief.
“Bellamy?”
Her legs carry her forward until finally she sees him— all of him, clean shaven, curls wild atop his head, pretty freckles like stars on his skin, brown eyes warm and beautiful. This doesn’t feel real.
“Clarke.”
In his arms, she heaves a sob, trying to catch her breath like her lungs are fighting for air. He tightens his hold on her, letting her cry into the crook of his neck. She has so many questions, but for now, she decides at this moment that she wants to stay in his embrace forever, even if he isn’t real.
“You’re not real, are you?” she sobs, burying her face into his skin.
For what feels like forever, he just holds her, gently rocking her against his body. He breaks apart eventually, wiping her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Look at me, Clarke.”
The warmth in his eyes confuses her. She wants to confess everything— everything she said on Nakara, every damn thing she radio’d him for six years. Like time is running out.
“It’s okay, I forgive you,” he whispers.
“I don’t understand, Bellamy,” she shakes her head, “I don’t deserve forgiveness, especially from you.”
“I have every right in the world to be mad at you,” he admits. “But I choose forgiveness. I choose you, Clarke.”
This time, she musters a smile of relief, tears streaming down her cheeks as she throws her arms around his neck.
She inhales his smell, and her heart aches. She can’t remember the last time she felt this happy, and she's desperate to cling onto this feeling for as long as she can. “Please let this be real. I love you, Bell, I can’t let you go again.”
His lips meet her temple, and his voice, deep and full of trust, promises her one thing.
“I’m not going anywhere. Can’t get rid of me that easily, not this time.”
She can feel the quirk of his smile press against her skin, and for the first time in a long time, she starts to feel like everything’s going to be alright.
Behind them, Octavia’s voice breaks up their reunion, and Clarke’s heart soars because that means Bellamy really is real.
Finally, there is peace.
“Welcome home.”
#DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED#the 100 spoilers#bellarke#bellarke fanfiction#bellamy blake#clarke griffin
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Look. I know The 100 has been over for a while now. But I just finished it, and I desperately want to rant. Specifically, I wanted to rant about Clarke and how she was treated.
Here goes:
I didn’t recognize Clarke Griffin in season 7. Not even a little bit. She was like a totally different character, and if I’m being honest, I absolutely hated her. Which sucked, because her seasons 1-6 self is probably one of my favorite characters of all time.
But I do not understand why so many people chose to live with Clarke at the end. Actually, I don’t understand why any of them chose to live with Clarke. Not a single person. I just don’t.
Don’t get me wrong, I love the relationships Clarke has in fanon, but it just feels like the actual canon of the show went out of its way, over and over and over again, to isolate Clarke, and force the other characters to leave her that way. Which made the final scene seem cheap and completely unearned. I just couldn’t believe that all those characters would give up immortality for Clarke. I wanted to believe it. I just couldn’t.
If the show had done a better job of building those relationships with Clarke, and hadn’t completely assassinated her character in season 7, maybe I wouldn’t feel this way. But the Clarke Griffin of season 7 was selfish, short-sighted, and nothing at all like the Clarke Griffin that I was rooting for for the first six seasons. The Clarke I loved was smart, wily, and a bit manipulative, yes, but willing to put others before herself to the point where she nearly died several times over. I would follow seasons 1-6 Clarke to the ends of the earth. But I absolutely wouldn’t for the season seven version of Clarke, and I don’t blame Madi for not wanting to give up immortality for her pseudo-mother/abuser (especially after Clarke was so willing to murder her (!!)).
They emphasized all of Clarke’s worst traits, most notably those from season 5, when she resorted to literal child abuse to “save” Madi. I thought that had been addressed in season 6. I guess it wasn't, because Clarke is once again smashing helmets and making decisions for Madi without her consent in season 7. Worst of all, this character regression is more or less for no reason other than to point at Clarke and say “see! you’re an idiot for investing yourself in this character! she was the bad guy all along!! pLoT TwiSt!”
But, for me, it goes beyond badly-handled character arcs and unbelievable developments.
First off, after spending six seasons framing more or less every choice Clarke makes as “the right choice”, the “only choice”, or at least “justified”, suddenly... that’s all wrong? Hasn’t Clarke spent enough time torturing herself over Mt. Weather/Jasper/Lexa/Finn? Why does some judge that we never get any real information on get to say that everything Clarke did was for nothing?
So, Clarke gets exiled from immortality? Fine. But they should have at least celebrated her, as well. She’s the main character of a long-running TV show, and this is the finale. People are invested in her. They don’t want to hear what a terrible person she is, and how she failed in each and every way (even if she sort of did). They want to hear that she was good, brave, strong, or at least that her actions mattered. But, apparently, they didn’t, because not only is humanity extinct (which... completely misses the point of the entire show, but that’s another rant), but so is everyone Clarke loves. Yippee.
Second: if The 100 wanted it’s happy, found family, everybody-is-forgiven-and-there-are-no-consequences, beach scene so badly, here’s what I think they should have done: brought back Abby, Kane, Finn, Wells, Lexa (for real this time), Lincoln, Jasper, Monty, Anya, Harper, Bellamy, and heck, even Jake for the final scene. I know I’m forgetting others, but this would have a) brought a new meaning to “may we meet again”, and b) would have let Clarke and everyone else live out the rest of her life with people she actually bonded with. But, if I’m being honest, I thought the entire plot and “ascension” was stupid in the first place, especially because they already did that in season three.
I’m just so mad about what they did to Clarke, and to the entire show. If I had known it would end this way, I wouldn’t have bothered. What a waste of time.
#I mean i could be wrong and i respect other people's opinions#i just needed to get that out#the 100#clarke griffin#bellamy blake#abby griffin#marcus kane#finn collins#wells jaha#commander lexa#jasper jordan#monty green#anya kom trikru#harper mcintyre#jake griffin#lincoln kom trikru#the 100 rant#madi griffin#madi kom louwoda kliron kru#bellamy deserves better#clarke deserves better#anti jason rothenberg#anti jroth#jason rothenberg
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Lone wolf chapter 3
Clexa and reader negotiate with camp Jaha.
part 1-part 2
I know it has been a while but I still hope people like the read. Commands are still welcome
The remaining distance between the tree line and Camp Jaha was crossed by only Clarke, Lexa and you. Anya would stay behind and command the troops, and set up camp. Waiting on standby, for if stings did not end so well.
You were sure you could take the Skaikru, but with Lexa and Clarke, you didn't want to take any chances
You sharpened your senses to try and pick up any movement from inside the camp and keep a close eye on the guards around the fence. You could hear a lot of activity inside, and it was close to dawn, and it wasn't that surprising. The only ones who were quiet were the guard towers.
You could see them lazily looking around. If they were under your command, you would have overseen their punishment personally.
When the three of you crossed the 100 feet mark, you had yet to be noticed. It wasn't like you were trying to hide, it was a bare plain, so it wasn't hard to spot you.
The closer you got, the bigger the desire became to throw something. Breaching the 50 feet marker. Everything changed. People started to scream from inside the camp. The guards jumped to alert; guns were drawn but not pointed at anybody. In front of the gate, you razed yourself in the saddle.
"Heda, commander of the twelve clans and Wanheda ask entrance to Camp Jahan village of the Skaikru!" your voice boomed over the screams, and everybody went quiet. Clarke's hands tighten around your arm.
It took a while before the gate opened, but nobody was shooting at you yet. So that was a good start.
Both you and Lexa led the horses inside, body and mind on high alert. A crowd was quickly forming around the three of you. There was a distinct difference between the guards and the rest of the camp. People looked at the three of you curiously, and it seemed nobody had recognized Clarke yet.
Clarke had changed over the four years you had known her. Her hair was shoulder-length, the side a little shorter, and the longer parts were nicely braided. She was also wearing her warpaint, and like always, she wore it with pride. One of the other noticeable differences was the new tattoos.
One was the one all three of you shared. The one that bonded you together, the grounder equivalent of marriage. Life as a grounder had also been good for her. Her muscles had grown. Gone was the skinny sky girl, and in her place stood a real queen. Equal to Lexa in full Heda arteria.
Sharing a nod with Lexa, you jumped off the horse and squared your shoulders, making a couple of guards take a step back. Others were fighting not to cringe when you looked at them.
The crowd parted as four people stepped forward, led by a blond woman.
"I demand to know why you are here!" the woman was coming closer, only stopping a couple of feet away. She looked to be in her mid-fifties. You didn't answer her, just stared at her down. Having a suspicion about who this woman was, Clarke's mother.
"Hello, mother. It has been a while." Clarke's voice sounded strong, even strong. Only then people did recognize Clarke.
"Clarke, is that really you?" the woman's voice started to become emotional. Clarke got off the horse and stood next to you. Winter sat next to Clarke and Rain next to Lexa, and wood stayed between them, eyeing everybody who got too close. The tension was almost so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Clarke and Lexa had made you wear normal grounder clothes, wanting to make you look as nonthreatening as possible. You even made the joke that it wouldn't matter if they shot you or not, and you wouldn't die either way.
The joke wasn't that well relieved. Both glared at you while hitting your arm and head. So here you were, clad in normal robes that seemed to do nothing more than restrict your movements.
Anya had practically fallen to the ground from laughing too hard. Clarke had to stop you before the coalition was a general shorter.
Clarke was the first to speak, wanting to get over this as fast as possible.
"yes. The commander and I are here to talk about the future of the Skaikru." Clarke used her tone while dealing with the ambassadors of the 12 clans. You found it very sexy when she got all commanding; that and the older men were scared of her and Lexa. Well, probably, even more when you were in the meetings. You had scared your fair share of them.
Let's just say that Lexa's authority was only questioned once.
"what the hell do you want? How dare you come here!" A boy stormed out of the crowd, straight toward Clarke. You quickly stepped in his path and pushed him back. You couldn't help the snarl that ripped from your throat. Nobody lanched for Clarke and got away with it.
The boy looked around the same age as Clarke. He had dark brown hair and had a look in his eyes that made you instantly not like him. He was quickly pulled back in the crowd before you could get a hold of him.
When Clarke's mother started talking, you tuned her out. She only got your attention back when she walked closer to Clarke. For a moment, you thought she was going to hit her.
Instead, she hugged her daughter. Clarke did look a bit throwback at this. While this happened, you looked around the crowd again, making sure nobody would pop out again.
The counsellor quickly decided that maybe things should be disgusted in private. Lexa agreed with her. You did get some strange stares when you followed them inside, flanked by your wolves.
"Five years, Clarke! For five years, we have heard nothing from you. All thinking you are dead. And then you walk in here with her of all people." Abby pointed an accusing finger at Lexa, who didn't seem bothered by it.
"the same woman who betrayed us!" Abby was all but screaming the moment the door closed behind you. The only other person inside was a man named Marcus Kane.
Clarke felled like a ten-year-old again, being scolded by her mother.
"and who the hell is this woman surrounded by a pack of mutts?" Clarke could see the anger rising. You didn't like it when people foul-mouthed your babies. Catching your gaze and shaking her head. She hoped you wouldn't do anything reckless. There was only so much pocking you could handle. Lexa, for her part, was standing stoically at the side, waiting for the ventilation to be over. Observing the situation. Ready to act at any moment's notice.
"I know it has been a long time since you have seen me," Clarke admitted, and she felled sorry it took so long for her to get here.
"then why did it take you so long to come back home?" Abby was almost pleading.
"I had my reasons, obligations I couldn't forsake. I promise I will explain everything tonight, but I am not returning to camp. I'm here to make a deal that can benefit both ore people." Clarke was trying to stay professional.
"What kind of deal?" Marcus asked.
"give the man a price. He asked the first relevant question today." You dramatically exclaimed. Happy Abby wasn't rambling anymore. Lexa gave you a ghost of a smile, but the other two women glared at you.
Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut, but the opportunity was too good.
"Who are you again? Haven't seen you before with the commander before." Abby took a couple of toward you, making your wolves growl aggressively.
"and what are these mutts doing here?" this was the second time she had called them mutts, and it started to piss you off. You pushed yourself away from the wall and took a step closer to Abby, your wolves moving with you. Seeing the situation escalate, Clarke and Lexa intervened by stepping in between the two of you. Even this didn't seem to stop her, and Lexa had to actually push you back.
"(Y/N) nou!" ((Y/N) stop!) Lexa's demand was low, full Heda, and the please behind it even lower. When you looked at her, she had a pleading look in her eyes, and you backed off.
"Veniz!" (down!) your command was immediately followed. The three wolves calmed down instantly. To be sure, Clarke and Lexa kept their stance between you two to prevent you from going at Abby again. To show your goodwill, you leaned against the wall.
"mom, could you please not insult our general. We are not here to start a war."
"then why are you here, Clarke?" Lexa decided to jump in and relieve Clarke's stress.
"counsellor Griffin." Lexa started. Abby turned toward her, and Clarke let out e relieved breath. Another disaster was prevented.
"I know our people haven't been on the best of terms for a long time, and I have to admit I was not the biggest fan of your people's ways, to begin with, and over the past five years, it hasn't really improved," Lexa stated not hiding her feelings. You never thought she would. That was why Lexa was so good at what she did. She always went straight to business when needed to.
Abby was clearly offended by the comments and ready to counter but was stopped by Clarke.
"mom, please let her talk." Abby looked at her daughter with sore eyes. However, didn't react. Lexa went on as if nothing had happened, and she was far too familiar with being interrupted.
"We have predicted next winter will be one of the harshest in decades. The shelters you have at the moment won't be enough to protect you from them. This has caused our Kwin to make a request." Marcus seemed to be intrigued by the commander's wording.
"she asked that we reach out and see if we couldn't make a peace offer. Not wanting innocent people to suffer. She wants our people to combine forces, and I do think both our people could learn for one another." Abby seemed caught up in her emotions to talk. Marcus decided to step in. He knew the proposal needed to be brought to the people to see how they thought about it before final dissensions could be made later. Now he wanted to prevent Abby from starting a war.
"thank you, commander. We will discuss this with the camp and the rest of the council." Marcus explained with a small bow. Both Lexa and Clarke nodded, expecting something like this. You just stared at him.
"We understand," Lexa answered.
"if I may ask Heda. What does Kwin mean." Marcus had never heard those words from Lincoln or Octavia before.
"it means queen in English. Our queen has requested to bury the hatched, and you should be honoured." You chime in, knowing the sweat and tears it had cost Clarke to make the councillors agree, and Clarke gave you a glare for your lack of tact.
"as a sign of our goodwill, we have prepared a feast for all of Skaikru," Clarke told them. Abby and Marcus agreed to accept the invitation and let the camp know it was safe to take the food. Lexa even told them it could be arranged for food to be brought into the camp for people who weren't comfortable coming out. Marcus appreciated this gesture greatly
"who is this queen you are speaking of? I wasn't aware that there was another person besides the commander who had power over the coalition?" Abby asked. Clarke smiled at her mother.
"you will meet her tonight. She will be overseeing the feast and introduce herself to the Skaikru." Lexa told them. When you were about to leave, Abby asked if she could talk to Clarke alone, and you and Lexa agreed to tell her you would be waiting outside.
The moment the door closed, Abby turned to Clarke.
"I'm okay, mom, I promise," Clarke reassured Abby.
"Are you sure? they haven't hurt you, did they?" Abby looked her over to see any injuries or scares.
"no, mom, I'm not hurt."
"then why haven't you come home sooner?" Abby pleaded with her daughter.
"Are they keeping you hostage?" grasping at every straw she could think off. For Abby, there was no other way her daughter would stay away for so long.
"no, mom, they aren't keeping me, prisoner. This may be hard to believe, but I'm happy. I know all of you think Lexa is this cold, harsh ruler. Believe me, I thought that too, but she isn't. she cares about her people. Having gotten to know her better, I understand why she did what she did. I would have probably done the same if it had saved you guys." Abby looked at her daughter, shocked. How could she say that?
"Clarke, how…" she wasn't even able to finish her sentence. Clarke saw her mother struggle but knew now wasn't the right time to explain everything. She had to let her mother come to terms with her being back before she dropped anything else on her. So, she was going to stay with the plan she had discussed with you and Lexa. She also wanted the two of you there when she told her mother and friends.
"I will explain everything tonight at the feast. That way, The 100 can hear it as well." Abby looked at her daughter and didn't see the little girl that had been sent to earth to die before her stood a confident young woman.
"Okay, I trust 'you', and because of that, I will accept the commander's peace offer. I will announce to the camp that they can trust the grounders around the camp. I can't guarantee everybody is going to be happy with it." Abby admitted sadly.
"That is all I'm asking for," Clarke tells Abby.
"As for the asking to join the coalition. That is something I have to discuss with the people. They have a right to have a say, and it is something they have a right to say something about." Clarke was happy to see Abby was evolving as a leader compared to how she was on the ark.
"I understand as well as Lexa. If it's okay with you, mom, I would like to see my friends before the feasts start." Giving her mother a final goodbye before she walks out, feeling confident this was the right move they played.
part 4
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I know I am super late with the softer prompts asks but can I get “ there’s so much light in you. ” for the Jedi Musketeers?
So I keep taking these soft prompts and making them angst fests? I’m sorry.
Athos dreams of blaster fire and flashing blades and the scent of burning flesh so thick in the air that he can taste it. His Master’s screams echo through the endless corridors, always just too far away. The worst part is that she hadn’t screamed. Lexa Vrie, dignified to the end, had died suddenly and silently at the end of an assassin’s blade. Without even a goodbye. It’s the imprint of her pain in the Force that his mind has turned into noise.
When the screams die he chases the flash of a red blade and the swirl of a dark cloak instead. Curly black hair just at the edge of his vision, the lingering smell of perfume cutting through all of the death. Perfume he had loved. Force, he had been so stupid.
In the next moment the hallway has shortened and expanded, morphing into the hangar in the sickening way that dreams do. There’s a lightsaber buzzing in his hand - only one, where did the other one go, why can’t he remember where the other one is? - and a woman below him, sneering up at him. Her face flickers, first pale and human, dark curls falling into sickly yellow eyes, then smooth and blue with soft golden eyes full of tears. The hated and the beloved.
When he brings down the blade he doesn’t know whose neck he’s severing.
Just like always, he wakes before he can see whose head is rolling away on the floor. A cold sweat covers his skin despite the heat on either side of him - Porthos and Aramis, sprawled with him on the floor of Porthos’ new apartment. A Knight’s apartment. Athos extricates himself from the tangle of limbs as carefully as he can when his whole body is shaking and crosses to the mirror on the wall, eyes closed, afraid of what he’ll see.
Just enough light filters through the curtains for him to see clearly when he forces his eyes open. His reflection wavers with ship traffic outside of the Temple. The man in the mirror is someone he doesn’t recognize. Pale, gaunt, a beard on his usually clean shaven cheeks. But the eyes - he nearly sobs in relief when his eyes reflect back pale green. Not yellow. Never yellow again.
On his stumbling way to the door Athos grabs the nearly empty bottle off of the table. Out on the balcony the breeze is cool and the vines winding their way around the railings almost cut through the ever-present smog. Aramis has been coaxing them to grow in the month since Porthos moved into his new quarters. They smell like home, though standing out there at the edge of the Temple by himself Athos has never felt further from home in his life.
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Aramis finds him like that, minutes or hours later, announcing his presence by throwing a cloak around Athos’ trembling shoulders. He knows Athos isn’t actually cold, but the weight helps. He hopes that the arm he throws around Athos’ shoulders helps too. Two months ago he would have known. But there is a gulf between them now, a grief and a pain that he cannot heal and cannot even begin to understand. The once bright light of their bond is a withered thing in the back of his mind. Athos is pushing them away, and for the first time in his life Aramis isn’t sure how to bring him back. Even when Athos had Fallen, for those brief and terrible hours, he had known.
Now all he can do is lean his brow against Athos’ temple and breathe the same air. Accept the bottle when Athos passes it to him. And wait.
“I dream that I have yellow eyes,” Athos murmurs into the night. He chases it with a long drink from the bottle. He’s drunk so much these past two months that he doesn’t even wince. “I wake up, expecting to have yellow eyes. I know you do too. I’ve caught you looking at me.”
Aramis sighs, his breath stirring the fine hair curling around Athos’ ear. “It’s a nightmare. I have it, I wake, and it is no longer real.”
“But it was real.”
“Yes. And now it’s not.” Aramis takes Athos by the shoulders and forces him to turn, rests their foreheads together. Their bond might be withered, but it’s still there. He pushes and pulls at it until Athos gives and lets him in, a flood of exhaustion and grief and loneliness hitting him all at once. An emptiness that makes him gasp for breath.
Athos rocks back on his heels, trying to sever their mental and physical connection at the same time, but Aramis is stubborn. With a hand on the back of Athos’ neck and a will of steel he reels Athos back in. Fills up the emptiness between them with every scrap of love and light that he can find. It’s easier here in the Temple than it was in that cold hangar. Here there is no darkness. Here they are surrounded by their own. Thousands of Jedi, hundreds of younglings. Family and home - everything that Athos had almost tossed aside for that woman, but didn’t.
“You Fell,” he says, threading his fingers through Athos’ hair. The simple truth spikes pain through both of them. “And you came back. You came home. Force, you came home. And I know you don’t believe it yet, but there is so much light in you my friend.”
They are standing in the eye of a raging storm, ready to suck them both in the moment they slip. Aramis has no delusions - if Athos had truly Fallen, if he hadn’t come back, they would have gone tumbling down after him. So just like that night two months ago, Aramis refuses to slip.
“There is so much light in you. You burned the darkness out. You did that. So maybe we’ll dream of yellow eyes for the rest of our lives. But they’re never coming back.”
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