Rating: E Warnings: None Status: Complete Summary: Lexa has never felt like she belonged anywhere. She decides to attend the graduation party everyone (except her) has been invited to anyway, but quickly realizes that she is no more visible here than she’s ever been… until the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen walks into the room and sees her.
Based on the music video for “Only You”, by Cheat Codes/Little Mix, as requested by DreamsAreMyWords for my Will Write For Votes campaign.
Captain and Siren AU!“Ever so often, Lexa leaves small things by the edge of the water. A handful of buttons. A silver necklace that used to be her mother’s. Half a pastry. A little box inlaid with mother of pearl.
And slowly, the objects start to disappear.”
[Happy Halloween everyone!! =]
I got yu, Klar !
I will always reblog this adorable drawing, and mostly for little Lexa’s reaction when Clarke falls!
Do you have a Clexa boxing fic? If not, prompt? Also your writing is terrific <3
Sore and still fuming, Lexa sat, stoic and agitated behind the blue curtain of the emergency room exam table. She did not move save to look at her knuckles and try to flex them despite the growing bruises and cuts. The pain made her wince, but she kept gingerly testing her hands. She swished the bit of spit around in her mouth, swallowing the blood and copper taste as something so familiar.
“The doctor is going to be right in, Miss…” A deep voice accompanied the screeching of the curtain as it was pulled back. The cop licked his thumb and flipped through his notepad.
“Woods,” Lexa offered, clenching her fist and letting her hands rest against her lap without a second thought.
“I just have a few questions, if you think you can answer them.”
“Alright.” Her head throbbed and she tasted blood on her teeth but she agreed to get it over with as soon as she could.
Just this morning I was thinking about army!Lexa and doctor!Clarke…sure, in my mind they were both overseas, Lexa commanding her group and Clarke patching them up but…
“My favourite customer,” the doctor grinned looking over the chart as the soldier winced on the gurney. The tent was alive with dying, alive with the absolute chaos that came with cleaning up absolute chaos. “Glad to see you in one piece, Lieutenant.”
“We have to stop meeting like this, Doc,” Lexa flexed her jaw to avoid groaning.
Clexa greencard marriage? Lexa is an Australian working in the u.s. When she forgets that her visa is up, she is forced to find a quick solution to be able to stay. She rants to Clarke, a girl from another department she has been running into during lunch, when Clarke offers her a way out.
“Well, aren’t you more dour than usual?” the artist asked as she refused to look up at the sulking editor.
“You know I prefer surly.”
“You are both dour and surly, and you’re raining on my nice lunch.”
“I’m sorry.”
"kept lexa's costume perfect, and i felt really happy with myself. i was like, "oh, it still fits. it's all good." -alycia debnam carey
How about a prompt that sort of expands on this idea, where the kiss in 2x14 didn’t happen, and after the victory over Mount Weather, various women from different clans keep approaching Lexa at their celebration.
The music danced between the trees, mingling with the other bands at other fires across the forest as the great celebration raged deep into the dark of the night. The stars were even missing from the excitement, hidden by the brightness cast off by the large congregation of peoples and clans.
From her seat at the table, Lexa allowed herself a small smile when she surveyed the scenes unfolding around her. Laughter erupted from other tables and groups, the drums beat and the music changed until the entirety of the people, the whole universe seemed a pulsating thing, moving and ebbing with themselves.
