Story Summary: It has been months, wars, bodies upon bodiesâbut this time, Clarke finally finds her way, stray and fractured, to that promised haven by the sea. The people she had sought to protect are gone: either killed or permanently mutilated into something new. This time, Clarke is utterly. Alone. This oneâs about healing, when life refuses to stop.
(OC LUNA, post-S2 finale AU, CLEXA, some minor Lunexa/Cluna)
Rating: M Â
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âFeeling it?â Clarke said. âI thought that was weakness."
"No.â Luna shook her head. âOur heart is what connects us to our soul. It is strength."
"Doesn't seem that way on the battlefield."
"Our mind is what connects us to the earth. That is another kind of strength,â Luna whispered. She leaned closer to Clarke, her gaze intense, the air becoming thicker. âAnd our bodies?â Luna slid her hand over the top of Clarksâs on the tableâwhich was unexpectedâit shot Clarke to attention. Aside from a skirmish or two she hadnât touched another human being in weeks.
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Summary: It has been months, wars, bodies upon bodiesâbut this time, Clarke finally finds her way, stray and fractured, to that promised haven by the sea. The people she had sought to protect are gone: either killed or permanently mutilated into something new. This time, Clarke is utterly. Alone. This oneâs about healing, when life refuses to stop. (oc Luna, post-S2 finale clexa)â
Rating: M Â
Read on: Â Fanfiction.net | Â AO3
âKostiaâŠis what happens when an impenetrable Sea Person meets an unyielding Ice Person.â
Clarke faltered. She hadnât thought about it that way before: that Costia really did have information on Lexa. That wasnât the way Lexa had made it sound. But why wouldnât she? If Costia had been trained this way from childhood to withstand torture, then the things they must have done to herâŠ
Luna looked up pointedly at Clarke. âThat was not about survival. It was not about strength. What was done thereâŠwasâŠâ Luna cleared her throat. She clenched her teeth, her eyes gluing out off into the ocean again. "When Leksa saw her headâŠâ she paused again.
Clarke couldnât stop this conversation. It was already happening.Â
AN: Going through my old oneshots from S2-3 hiatus that I never released. Fluffy (well, comparatively speaking).
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Clarke watched the look on Lexaâs face as she bit off a hunk from the freeze-dried soy bar, hesitated, and then slowly chewed a couple of times. âNoâŠgood?â
She received only a blank look. Lexa hadnât swallowed yet.
Clarke winced. âSorryâŠâ
âItâs food,â Lexa said, trying to be pragmatic and hide the livid look on her face. âIf it has any kind of nutritional value, itâs good.â She kept chewing and finally got it down, but as she did her face soured. âYou are sure itâs foodâŠright?â
Clarke stifled a laugh, despite herself. Despite the situation. It was still just nice to be in Lexaâs company. Really, despite everything. Which startled her.
They were forced together by circumstance right now on the road, in hiding. Whatever amends Lexa had already attempted, Mount Weather was still bitterly entrenched in the back of Clarkeâs throat, not nearly as firmly as it had been before. A functional rapport had settled in at this point between them in favor of survival and practicality, however reluctant it was on Clarkeâs side. And the silence of the woods, the sounds of nature, and the welcome rest, dampened the bitterness for a moment with Lexa her only present company.
All of those thing had slowly worked their way into Clarke over the past couple of days. Pushed along by the significance of Lexaâs gestures in the context of their current political situation, and the way sheâd carelessly saved Clarkeâs life on the way out of Polis, and shrugged it off without a word.
âI guess Iâm used to itâŠâ Clarke ate her own rations, content. It was actually comforting to her in multiple ways. âItâs what I grew up on.â
Lexa shot her a pitiful, apologetic look that said everything she didnât, and Clarke had a hard time stifling another laugh that was trapped behind her lips. âHey,â she said with a shrug, taking another bite of her soy bar, âI lived off this stuff for 18 years. Iâm still alive.â
Lexa looked down suspiciously at the bar in her own hand, another bite still shut in her mouth. She shrugged it off as best she could and soldiered on through her âmeal,â as Clarke poked at the fire in silence.
This was the first time theyâd allowed themselves to truly settle into the inevitability of each others company. There was nothing else to be done except make it the rest of the way to her peopleâs camp, nothing to strategize or plan, and a weariness from the physical exertion of their trek thus-far, pushed the fuzzy, resolved affinity between them along, however tainted with animosity or heavy feelings it may have been.
It was slipping away. Despite Clarkeâs better judgement. She was having a hard time holding onto it, and that left only the raw feelings lodged in her chest.
âThat was an experience,â Lexa said monotonously, as she laid down and covered herself with her blanket, finished with her meal.
The more time Clarke spent in Lexaâs presence, the more she was beginning to catch on to a subtle, sarcastic sense of humor, that it seemed most of the time Lexa intended to enjoy privately. It was the person under the crown. Clarke hated a little how endeared she was to that person, it had snuck up on her. And its teeth had sunk deeper into her than she was comfortable with if she thought too hard. âBig, bad CommanderâŠcanât even handle a crappy little soy bar?â
âShof op, Skai Heda,â Lexa said lightly from her bedroll, back turned to Clarke.
Clarke stared at her, amused, until Lexa looked her way.
She only shook her head at Clarke; a suppressed smile tweaked the corner of her lips, and she settled back into her bed roll.
Clarke smiled to herself as she did the same. A heavy silence passed between them, staring at the stars, and Clarke wondered if the weight she was feeling in the air meant Lexa was also still awake, or if it was only in her head.
"I am grateful,â Lexa said out of nowhere, affirming the former. âFor the provisions.â She was burrowed into her bed past the flames, and Clarke couldnât see where she was looking. âAnd your kindnessâŠFood is food. Finding and preparing it takes energy and timeâŠthat we cannot afford right now.â
Clarke was now wondering if it was in her head that Lexa sounded nervous. She turned her head to try to look at her through the fire.
Lexa gave her a fleeting look through the edge of the flames, her voice becoming more approachable. âI am the one that owes you. Restitution.â
âI know,â Clarke croaked. Her gaze fixed back on the sky, her tone and her silence itself dismissed wrongdoing, though she wished it didnât. âYou were right. You did what I would have done.â
âYou gave me your food. Itâs a gesture of good will I donât deserve right now.â
âYou donâtâŠâ Clarke said, âas the Commander of the Grounders.â She sighed heavily. âBut youâre not just the Commander of the Grounders.â
Lexa flinched at this, turning more fully towards Clarke in an attempt to get her eyes. âWhat am I?â There was a struggle in her voice when she said it. She was staring intensely at Clarke.
Her previous words echoed through Clarkeâs mind: 'Not everyone. Not you.â
âJust another person,â Clarke swallowed the thickness in her throat, âthat I wish I didnât care about.â Her voice was cold and monotonous.
It was only partially true. Lexa wasnât just another person.
She was still staring intensely at Clarke, half sitting up now. Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, blacking out the stars in the sky above them. âCan I ask you something?â she said as an afterthought.
âYes.â
Clarke blinked, her eyes shifted as if this would fortify her, then she stared at the sky again, her voice smaller. âDid I ever, really, mean anything to you?â A warmth vibrated down through her chest as she spoke, one full of hope and nerves that she wished would just stop. Hopeâanticipationâwasnât something that had treated her well; it was a thief she had no reason to trust anymore.
âOr was it all justâŠâ Clarke sighed and squeezed her eyes shut again, knowing she didnât really want to know the answer, âsome fleeting moment?âŠPassably cute?â she said the last part lividly and got more bitter. âMaybe gonna die? Laying on your game, the night before a big battle?â
âKlarkâŠâ Â
The pull in Lexaâs voice revived the vibration in Clarkeâs chest and she chastised it, hopeful anyway for something more real and worthwhile in this stupid fucked up world. She slowly turned her head to look at Lexaâs eyes.
It may have been a mistake.
Lexa was staring intently at her, the depth there hammering down an open doorway to her soul in the rhythm of a heartbeat.
âDoubt my actions,â Lexa said. âThe positions I have put you in. The things I have done to your peopleââ Â her voice became uncharacteristically airy, "but do not ever doubt the way I feel about you. You did not mean anything to me,â her voice got smaller, âyou meant everything. You still do.â
Clarkeâs lower lip fell as she stared at Lexa through the licking flames.
Lexa still spoke in that hushed voice. Like the Commander inside of her might hear and get angry. âIt threatens to consume every part of me.â
Clarkeâs chest constricted to an unbearable pitch, fluttering through her body like she was weightless.
"That is all the more reason why I mustâŠâ Lexa choked and her eyes flicked up to the sky and shut again. âBecause of who I must beâŠI cannot make the gestures for you that every fiber of my heart wishes I could make.â
It was a confession that stung on the air and filtered through Clarkeâs skin, making its way into her chest. A bitter kind of ache, that dug deep and stuck there.
Clarke paused for a long moment, her mouth dangling, sense pounding at her skull and filtering in.
She fortified herself and got up, and gathered her bed roll.
She walked around the fire. And began to place it down next to Lexa. She could tell by the stunned, disoriented look on Lexaâs face that for a moment she thought Clarke was leaving, stomping off somewhere away from her. Clarke laid down and stared at the sky for a moment again, before she sought Lexaâs hand under the blankets.
A rocket of relief burst through her fingers, into the rest of her body, when she found it.
When Lexa swiped a soft trace of her finger over the edge of her hand, Clarke turned and rested her forehead tentatively against the side of Lexaâs arm, finding a cocoon of security there.
It wasnât perfect, it was threadbare and delicate, but compared to the ravages everywhere else around her it was huge.
âI was hoping youâd say something like thatâŠâ Clarke whispered, choking a little as she did, because it was true. The tears pooling at the back of her eyes began to escape to gravity and trickle down the side of her face before they were fully formed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: MÂ
Summary: It has been months, wars, bodies upon bodiesâbut this time, Clarke finally finds her way, stray and fractured, to that promised haven by the sea. The people she had sought to protect are gone: either killed or permanently mutilated into something new. This time, Clarke is utterly. Alone. This oneâs about healing, when life refuses to stop. (oc Luna, post-S2 finale clexa)â
( Iâm back! Sorry for the hiatus guys. 3x07 fucked me up. )
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Among our people now, you are respected. To be feared in the ways our Heda is to be feared, not in the ways of the Maunon .â
Clarke was sullen when she responded, her eyes cold. "You don't know that."
She could tell the statement made Luna nervous. Luna didnât say anything.
Clarke struggled to speak when she sensed Luna would leave on that note if she didnât. "I...I've done some terrible things."
Luna nodded sympathetically. âWar asks terrible things of us. We do what we must, but we must hold on to ourselves even as we do."
Burn Together / a clexa fanmix â âItâs just, Iâd rather be the one causing the chaos on the sharp end of this knifeâ. LISTEN
01. wicked games - james vincent mcmarrow | 02. old money - lana del rey | 03. dead island trailer theme - giles lamb | 04. i see fire - jasmine thompson | 05. run - eklipse | 06. how to save a life - nilu | 07. dying now - noah gundersen | 08. leave my body - florence & the machine | 09. lesson learned - ray la montagne | 10. st. jude (acoustic) - florence & the machine | 11. first defeat - noah gundersen | 12. above the clouds of pompeii - bearâs den | 13. nothing arrived (acoustic)| 14. home - jasmine thompson | 15. fix you - coldplay | 16. kingdom come - the civil wars | 17. we might be dead by tomorrow - soko | 18. into the wild - lewis watson | 19. hold back the river - jame bay | 20. silhouettes - of monsters and men | 21. warranted queen - arum rae | 22. dust - zola jesus
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Summary: Prompted by the threats of the Wicked Witch, Emma tries to convince Regina to flee from Storybrooke with her and Henry who, fresh from NYC, still knows nothing of magic & his true past. Fluff, angst, darkness, cabin feverâŠAnd pie. (Alternate 3B)
âHeyâŠ" she said.
It was wrong. The way Emma was ignoring social protocol and looking at her like that, a determined little scowl of sincerity in her eyes.
"âŠWhat are you doing?" Regina asked, a little choked.
"I justâŠ" Her eyes darted. "IâŠI justâŠ" She swallowed and leaned her gaze closer into Regina's, looking into her intensely.
An ember plunked into Regina's solar plexus, accompanied by abject fear.
Summary: Prompted by the threats of the Wicked Witch, Emma tries to convince Regina to flee from Storybrooke with her and Henry who, fresh from NYC, still knows nothing of magic & his true past. Fluff, angst, darkness, cabin feverâŠAnd pie. (Alternate 3B)
Her next words were deeply unexpected.
"You're Henry's mother. Whether he remembers you or not." She leveled herself at Regina, still annoyingly removed. "That means I need to protect you." Emma glanced at the ground and back up again before she spoke. "She wants to hurt my family. And that's not gonna happen.â
What light did find its way into the room was just enough to make out the features of a person standing nearby amidst the slate-colored walls; to navigate the corners in the dark. And if Regina's expression hadn't betrayed how the words hit her when Emma had started, it did when she'd finished.
"YouâŠwant me to come with you?" she asked, like it was a joke. Her voice grew thick, "HeâŠdoesn't even know who I am."
Hey! I have a giant CanonAU fic project iv been workin on for like 9 months that fits into 'Canon Divergence' - havent started posting it yet & was going to this weekend but just saw this SQW--if I can hold off on it till the 28th to participate is it possible you could connect me with a Ch.1 beta? I HAVE already posted a diff 1stdraft chunk of the first ch on tumblr bef I really started it, to test, wen I thought it was going to be a 1shot but havent started posting the fic proper yet...? TY!!
If you are revising a previous oneshot and revamping it for a multichapter fic, that would be fine. You check here for the people that have signed up as betas, and I'll post this so if anyone would like to volunteer they can message you.
