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Hi! Hello, you guys remember I said I had an extended shot for Clexmas free day that was basically done? That I told you to forget about when I posted the little oneshots? That I thought I would be able to write before the year was over? đ Well it's here! After days and days of neglecting it and then hours of writing and editing and writing some more and then... much more than I originally planned.
A continuation of my Clextober contribution The Halloween Party
For Clexmas 2024, Day 7: Free day (already on AO3)
and a little bonus only for tumblr
The Christmas Party(es)
âGala? Define gala?â
âDonât worry about it, Iâll pick your dressâ
âYou will absolutely not pick my dress, Clarke!â Lexa all but stumped on her feet, standing in Clarkeâs living room as the blonde lay on her couch.
âWhy not? Arenât there more important things you should worry about?â
And she might have a point, these past two months have been full of gathering information on the hunters and possible enemy creatures -theyâve also been full of making out, but they donât talk about that- and tonight it might all come together. They have a few leads on the huntersâ plan and tonight might be the chance to crack exactly how much they know about the wolves and if theyâre getting help from the creatures they suspect.
âLook thereâs a lot of names and faces you should at least know of. Did you read the subjects these people like to talk about that I sent you?â Clarke pressed, still very casually laying on her couch.
Because that was the key point of this particular party, it wasnât just about the hunters, it was about the people who founded them, knowingly or not. The people that are throwing this Christmas gala arenât all hunters, and they were the people Clarke thought they should worry about the most.
âI- didnât, I mean yeah, I looked them over-â
âYou need to know what theyâll be talking about; weâre not going to get anywhere near the information you want if they clock the fact that youâre not one of them. This is a fancy, glamorous Christmas themed party. An excuse to look hot and show off their money, reallyâ Clarke rolled her eyes dramatically âIf we donât look and act the part, theyâll kick us out in not timeâ
Lexa sighed, Clarke had a point- âSo⌠you worry about the character details, and I will worry about us dressing the partâ
âClarke-â
âOur outfits will match, and theyâll be bulletproof!â Clarke grinned, sitting up with excitement.
âBulletproof?â Lexa yelped âWeâre planning for that type of night?â she asked -ignoring the matching thing- concerned⌠only to have Clarkeâs mood immediately change.
âNoâ she huffed âbut we didnât think Halloween was going to be one of those night either and yetâŚâ Clarke looked up with raised eyebrows and pursed lips, still bitter about outcome of that night.
And okay, that was fair.
That night hadnât ended in any of the ways Lexa had expected.
After telling Clarke not to follow -mostly so she wouldnât have to face the consequences of their make out. Too drunk and too shaken to even consider what to say and how processes the argument between her head and her heart⌠and her pussy, a little, if she was honest- she ran to the warning howls of her people.
It hadnât been an emergency, but she had decided to go anyways because Indraâs team had been ambushed by hunters. They had had encounters with them before, but mostly because they had been purposely sniffing around their business. This time, the hunters had been the ones to track them down.
When Lexa arrived, both Anya and Indraâs teams were fighting a big group of hunters in between alleys, and she joined in even though she knew they had it under control. The ringing of their silenced shotguns had stopped for a few minutes while most hunters were forced into hand-to-hand combat.
Then, one singular shot rang out followed by a loud curse.
âWhat. The Fuck?!"
Lexa had turned to look just in time to see Clarke grabbing the wrist of the hunter who shot her as a second shot ran out, said bullet hitting the wall beside them. There was a bullet hole in the back of her dress with a stain of blood dripping from the closed wound where the bullet had clearly made it out.
âYou just ruined my fucking dress!â was the anticlimactic sentence that left Clarkeâs mouth before she lashed out cracking a few of the hunterâs bones and throwing him away.
She launched herself to the other hunters and got shot in the stomach before she could take the remaining three out.
âFucking⌠Fuckers!â She shouted, breathing a little heavy and clearly -at least to Lexa- drunk âI loved this dress, you bitch!â she scowled kicking a dead hunter to the other side of the alley.
Whit a look, Lexa sent both teams away and didnât care that Anya and Indra both remained when she approached Clarke. With a million things in her head, there was really nothing she could do when the words out of her mouth were âI told you not to followâ
The huff Clarke let out felt like a slap in the face, she turned sharply to look at her with a deep frown âI wasnât. I was literally on my way home, when I got fucking shot!â She exasperated, and didnât bother to avoid her shoulder when she walked past her âYouâre welcome, by the wayâ she huffed before jumping all the way up to her buildingâs roof top.
Because of course the fight happened right beside her place.
So okay, it was cool that their dresses were bulletproof. What was probably not okay was Clarke picking the type of dress Lexa would wear.
âTik-tak, Hedaâ
âOkay fine! Iâll read about these people, you pick my dress, but Clarke-â She warned her, pointing at her with a look stopping the vampireâs excitement âHave them ready two days beforeâ
âWhat? Why?â
âSo I can make sure you picked something appropriate or find something elseâ Lexa huffed as she started to walk out the door.
âOf course itâs going to be appropriate! What makes you think I would pick something inappropriate?â Clarke asked with a smirk.
Lexa turned around and they shared a look, one that ran out all the memories theyâve shared these past two months, one that showed how easy it would be to stop pretending like none of it happened and let loose.
After Halloween they didnât contact each other for a week, Lexa making herself busy gathering and connecting the information they had, and Clarke⌠well, living her life as far as Lexa could tell. Anya kept her updated without Lexa asking, she didnât follow her, but Clarke kept showing up when Anya and her team were on their vigilanteâs adventures as she had been since before Halloween.
When they finally saw each other again they just jumped straight to business mode, with Lexa filling Clarke in on the theories she had, and Clarke helping her plan meetings with specific creatures she thought could or would help.
They went out five times in two weeks.
At the end of the first night, they cleared the air with a few jokes about the fight; it had clearly been a coincidence. Jokes about the fight, though, turned to jokes about the night, which turned into flirting and easily, naturally, turned into them kissing.
It was intoxicating, addictive. Lexa kept trying to avoid it, or so she told herself as each night she continued to proposedly, actively push for it to happen.
And throughout-fully enjoy it.
They never talked about it, but just as each night they got bolder and bolder, each next time Clarke looked more and more sure that they should mention it. If only to make sure it keeps happeningâŚ
Or maybe Lexa was projecting, but it was easier to pretend like she was just giving in to what Clarke wanted than to admit to herself how much she craved it.
So once again, she shut it down.
âTwo days earlier Clarke!â she called before closing the door.
âUgh. Fineâ
-
The dress was fine, with a little more cleavage than Lexa wouldâve liked -she would reconsider later-, but perfectly appropriate. The silky cloth bunching around her hips made her feel good and the way the open back teased the end off her tattoo was just about everything she wanted Clarke to focus on. The color also, matched perfectly to Clarkeâs jumpsuit, which was⌠way more appropriate that Lexa anticipated.
Somehow that made it so much worse for her.
Because she prepared for long milky legs, for too short skirt and a teas of her ass, she prepared for cleavage and a perfectly shaped necklace falling in between, she didnât prepare for Clarkeâs arms to be the most skin showed, for the power she extruded with her hands on her pokes and the sexy show of her clavicles on top of the flat line of her jumpsuitâs collar that fell, perfectly covering the actual size of her boobs. She prepared to resist the urge to stare at Clarkeâs body, not her face.
Because, damn it, her face.
Clarke absolutely noticed, all too content to stare at Lexaâs cleavage to âmake it evenâ and make a show of speaking oh so close to her face to âcover the staringâ  -âyou can know, but they canâtâ she said with a smirk and a wink- it was ridiculous and way too distracting but somehow⌠it was working to their favor.
Each conversation they took part on moved them closer to the people they needed, and it all felt effortless, they laughed at the most classist comments and Lexa had to cover her reaction each time Clarke threw one of her own like second nature with that light drop of sarcasm underneath. They stared at each other way too much and hushed little jokes about how full of themselves these people were. They flirted a lot too; it was a little ridiculous how little of their sentences lacked flirt honestly, but it was fun, and it was working and Lexa felt good.
Until she didnât.
Moving closer to the people they needed meant she started to recognize the faces she had studied. And then some. There were a bunch of hunters she spied on from afar on their missions, and many she easily remembers from the warehouse, all mingling with the wealthy people who founded them. Eyes were always on her since they walked in, and now she started questioning if it was because they recognized her more than because of how hot they both looked.
Her heartbeat picked up and her breath heaved as she tried her best to discretely check her surroundings. Lexa mindlessly started walking into a more secluded area of the gallery they were at, not caring or noticing if Clarke followed.
Her vision started clouding and her hearing got randomly specific, picking up on sentences and then jumping to another person, another heartbeat, another click of heels. Her smell wasn't helping either, only making her overwhelmed- and where the fuck was the exit!
Unable to recognize or care where she was going in her haste to get out, she failed to realize she was walking into the corridors of the gallery instead of outside. Her ears and nose picking up the scent of a guard far too late, and her feet not listening, never stopping, but somehow, she did.
In two blinks her back was against the wall and the only thing all her senses could notice was Clarke. All over her, body pressed fully into hers, a hand interwinding with hers and the other in her hair, her lips on hers, nose pressing to her cheek, Clarkeâs hip in her hand.
It was grounding, and all the same earth-shattering. Her breath caught and she caught Clarkeâs tongue with her lips, her body molded to her instinctively, one hand squeezed Clarkeâs and the other pulled at her hips to keep her close.
It didnât feel like a loss when Clarkeâs lips left hers. It took Lexa a second to blink back into reality and realized Clarke had pulled her face away, looking to the side and talking-
âYes, sir, weâll be right outâ The vampire smiled apologetically at the guard and used her hold on Lexa to pull her away from the wall and down the corridor back to the main room.
Some of the panic came back but was soothed by the soft caressing of Clarkeâs hands on the back of hers and the comforting press of the other over the small of her back. In no time they were out on a huge balcony with stairs down into the giant flower yard and Lexa came back to her senses enough to let go of Clarkeâs hand, step away from her and lean over the railing.
Lexa could tell Clarke was giving her time to breathe it out, to calm her heart and mind.
âAm I⌠the only one who knows?â Clarke asks eventually, and Lexa doesnât answer right away.
She looks at her, trying to play dumb, but Clarke just tilts her head and gives Lexa a soft look, gives her time to accept it.
So, Lexa nods. Small and tired and she looks down and away.
Clarke gets closer to her âWe should goâ
âWe canâtâ Lexa immediately raises her eyes âThe intel-â
âWe can get it another time. You shouldnât be hereâ
âIâll be fine. I- I just needed a minute-â
âLexa. You canât be hereâ Clarke says grabbing her chin softly, Lexa thinks it might be pity. But under deeper examination thereâs nothing but understanding in those eyes.
Lexaâs ready to argue still, but Clarke starts talking again âWhat you went through was traumatizing, okay? I bet youâre telling yourself youâre a big bad wolf and that youâve been hurt thousands of times before and that you can handle it. But you freaking out like this? Instinctively running away and losing control of your senses? You have PTSD. And you shouldnât have to face the people who caused it before youâre ready. I wonât let you; you deserve time to heal from it⌠Okay?â
Lexa blinks once, twice, she canât be sure, but the millisecond Clarkeâs eyes change tell her that her own mightâve gotten a little sparkle right before her hands tangled in Clarkeâs hair to kiss her, hard and deep, and so good. Clarke loses her balance for a second before recovering and holding onto Lexa for dear life.
Itâs only one kiss, it lasts a full minute but itâs only one. Lexa parts with a sigh and Clarke licks her lips, smiling dopily.
âAre we really gonna continue not talking about this?â she whispers, and Lexa canât believe how easily Clarke gets silly.
âI think Iâve made it clear that it is not about the job. What else do you want to talk about?â She replies after a beat. And Clarke stares at her like she wants to say something, like she would like to talk about it more, instead she rejoins their lips softly.
She moves smoothly and presses Lexa against the railing in the balcony as they continue to make out. Lexa noticed the high -highest- heels Clarke picked for herself, realized she had hopes of getting to be taller, or at least the same height as Lexa tonight, but she shouldâve known the she-wolf would go all out as well.
They hear people making their way over the balcony, and they maybe push their luck a little when they only separate right as the people are turning the corner. They smile at each other and bite down on their lips to suppress the urge to kiss. They walk away as casually as they can while practically glued to each other.
-
A couple of days later Clarke texts Lexa telling her thereâs a corporate party that weekend, she tells her itâs way more casual than the gala and they talk all about their outfits. Lexa arrives at Clarkeâs that Saturday in her dark green slick blouse and a black flannel skirt to find Clarke in a mouthwatering dark green long sleeve velvet dress much shorter than Clarke had mentioned, and with much more cleavage.
âHey! You look great! We should go, I mightâve misread the invite, and we might be a little lateâ
âWhat? What about the plan, you didnât tell me what we have to do, who will be there, whatâs the-â
âOh right, yeah. Uhm, no plan. Just⌠be you⌠well, human youâ
âBut the⌠intel?â
âItâs⌠well-â Clarke sighs and Lexa frowns at her, sheâs going to ask again when Clarke pulls her into her apartment âYou see that folder over there?â She points at her kitchen counter âThatâs all and more information than we wouldâve gotten last weekendâŚâ
Lexa blinks a few times, not sure what to make of the information and how to feel about it, at her silence Clarke continues âI-Uhm, got it this week and it will be there when we get back⌠tonight is my studioâs corporate party, and itâs just⌠for funâ She shrugs, and Lexa canât tell if sheâs nervous or just not used to been honest and serious at the same time.
Lexa doesnât move, looking between the folder on the kitchen counter and a very sexy looking Clarke. Since she said casual but classy, Lexa opted for knee high boots to compliment her outfit, while Clarke wore the same high heels from the formal gala meaning Lexa was eye level with⌠a wonderful view.
âYou âŚ? Youâ Lexa sighs a laugh in disbelief, all Clarke does is smile at her and fo willingly when Lexa leans up and pulls her down for a kiss.
They melt into it for the short time it last and Lexa looks at Clarke yearningly when they part, not knowing what to say or how to thank her. Clarke seems to get it though, or wants to dismiss it, because she pecks her lips one more time and slide her hands into hers.
âReady to go? I wasnât lying when I said we might be lateâ she says with a wink.
Sheâs so fucked.
-
The party was so much fun. Clarke gave Lexa a bottle of the same elixir they drank at the Halloween party so they could get drunk and they drank too much wine and champagne and ate every little appetizer offered to them. Lexa met Clarkeâs work friends -though she refused to refer to them as anything but colleagues- Bellamy and Wells, as well as Clarkeâs boss Abigail; a woman that reminds Lexa of Indra in many ways, including the warm look in her eyes under the stoic façade.
Lexa gets to learn a lot about Clarkeâs life here, she learns that Clarke Griffin is a 27 going on 28 years old graphic designer who works from home and only shows up at the office for important meetings or specific deadlines. Sheâs nice to everyone but almost never goes out, sheâs still known for holding her booze and killing it at darts. Sheâs closer to Bellamy and Wells because they are the only people beside their boss that spend most of their time away from the office, they are down to earth, and Clarke swears theyâve hooked up but she canât prove it.
They spend most of the time just talking quietly to each other. Itâs easy to smile more and lean into Clarke. To touch her hand and caress her arms, to soak in the warmth of Clarkeâs hands on her hips and back.
To comfortably slide her glace sideways and be met with Clarkeâs cleavage.
A much better view than the one from the top of the five stories building. That wasnât anything spectacular, but the ambiance given to the rooftop with little fairy lights and a few benches around the edge made it look cozy despite the breeze. Made it even easier to get handsy with Clarke while they make out in one of the benches after Clarke guided Lexa up the emergency stairs, a few hours into the party declaring they were done mingling.
They part their lips eventually because even though Clarke doesnât need to breath Lexa does. She heaves a breath and tries not to be embarrassed about it as they share a look, sheâs not very classy straddling Clarke as she lays on her back. Her skirt is up too high as she leans on her elbows on either side of Clarkeâs head. Her breathing shouldnât be an issue, honestly. Their mouths are inches apart, but Lexa doesnât let Clarke lean up as she looks at her eyes with a tilt of her head.
âWhatâs so interesting?â
âYour eyes... are shiftingâ Lexa realizes âBlack and blueâ
âMust be that Iâm thirstyâ Clarke winks with an overly confident smirk.
âThey were red at the galaâ Lexa deflects âAfter we made outâ she smirks and Clarke full on grins with another wink.
âAgain. Thirstâ
âWhat's the difference?â
Clarke huffs with a pout after trying to lean up for a kiss again and getting a question instead âI hope you know I was having much more fun when we were kissingâ
âWell miss, you ask a lot of questions about werewolf and answer none about vampires, so indulge me for onceâ
With another huff and a slight eye roll Clarke starts taking âyou know the black is hunger. Red is... similar, is hunger while there's blood in my systemâ
âSo, you haven't fed?â
âNot... that recentlyâ
âShouldn't you?â
âIâm fine. If they shift when I kiss you what do you think that means?â
Lexa smirks, but deflects again âso you feel it? When they shift?â
âCan you?â Clarke deflects as well, lifting an eyebrow.
âYeahâ Lexa answers right away, shifting her eyes to red, her signature alpha color âjust like I can feel my fangs and... every other part of shiftingâ
Clarke hums and frows slightly âI can't... mostly. I know they go black when I get my fangs out and I can... feel? Like they might be black when I'm too thirsty. And I can will them to red. I do feel that one... it's almost like they are actually filling with blood.â
âWhoa... that's⌠insaneâ
âYou know what's insane?â And she leans up to kiss her. Lexa sighs a giggle into her mouth and feels Clarke smirk into the kiss as well.
âWe should get you something to eatâ Lexa hushes between kisses.
âIâm fine right hereâ
âWe could go and come back. Kill a bad guy and be backâ
âKill? In these outfits?!â Clarke yelps pulling back from the kiss âAre you insane? I ain't spilling on this dressâ
Lexa huffs a little laugh and tries again âWell drink from some-...â only to stop, not wanting to finish that sentence, to suggest Clarke go out to make out with someone else.
âI shouldn't. I could accidentally kill 'emâ Clarke shrugs and Lexa tilts her head once again, confused⌠Only to have Clarke chuckle.
âI need to tell you how much of a puppy you look when you do thatâ
Itâs an instant reaction at the name, to fang out, shift her eyes and growl out âdon't call me thatâ
Clarke doesnât flinch, because of course she doesnât. With Lexa still lowly growling Clarke pecks her lips âSorryâ and kisses her again âI wonât-â but this time Lexa sits up when Clarke leans a third time.
She huffs and gets comfortable on Clarkeâs pelvis âWhat did you mean?â She asks, because she wonât let Clarke get away with it after she -unknowingly- insulted her. Now matter how outstandingly beautiful she looked laying under her âAccidentally, how?â
âYou just don't let thing go do ya?â
âYou just can't give a straight answer, can you?â
âCan't do much straightâ Clarke grins with a way-over-the-top wink.
Lexa resist, tries her best at containing a smile, cover her giggle with a huff and an eye roll. She knows Clarke can see right through but nevertheless, it works. Clarke sighs and rolls her eyes as hard as she can.
âI told you the black eyes are hunger but... I like to think of it more as instinct. And blue eyes are... consciousness. Instinct and consciousness fight all the time. Hunger triggers instinct, instinct takes over consciousness. Just from hunger my eyes turn black, they do when I scent blood. Imagine how it goes when I taste itâ Clarke shrugs casually, and Lexa canât help but like it âtold you I can't really feel when they're shifting, but I can tell instinct is trying to take overâ
Lexa hums, ignoring the relief of knowing Clarke won't be kissing other people... tonight at least âso it is trying to take over nowâ she says, trying to quiet her mind.
Clarke sighs again, roll her eyes pointedly at her and Lexa notices theyâre blue âyeahâ she leans up on her elbows âbut it's manageable, no one's bleeding outâ She raises her eyebrows with a tilt of her as she gets closer to her face âAlso I have bags of blood at homeâ she winks with a little smirk.
âOh so we still have timeâ Lexa smirks too not giving into the kiss yet.
âPreferably to continue the kissingâ Clarke groans, pulls at her by the hips and connects their lips. Lexa nods giggling into the kiss, and interweaving her hands in Clarke's hair to deepen the kiss.
*
Bonus. Clarke's PoV (not on ao3)
The kiss is full of tongue and teeth, deep and dirty, Clarkeâs hands grabs at Lexa to pull her close, nuzzle her nose with her when Lexa pulls back to take a breath and dives right back into it when Lexa captures her lips again. Itâs a well know dance they do, have been doing for the past two months, Lexa no longer hiss when her tongue graces Clarkeâs fangs, and she lets Clarke nib on her lower lip, even pouting it out for her.
Is totally accidental when on a particular hard kiss, Clarke nibs a little too hard tearing Lexaâs skin and making her bleed a little. Lexa hisses and pulls away quickly, licks her lip and the wound is already closed. Clarke zeros in on Lexaâs mouth, her own mouth still parted until Lexa kisses her again, clearly having moved on.
Clarke answers the kiss on instinct, grabbing at Lexa more firmly and pulling her close, even closer, impossibly closer. Because she got a taste, a taste of the blood she scented however many months ago and ruined her for worse; made her unable to follow a patter of feeding and unable to satiate from any blood that wasnât Lexaâs.
She knew it couldnât be just that she was a wolf, she knew it couldnât be about her been an alpha, but hell desperation drove her places and she tried both, mind controlling both wolfs to forget about it after and ending up equally as unsatisfied as with any human.
Lexa parts with a heavy breath, holding Clarkeâs head and keeping her from chasing. But doesnât she try, angles for her jaw and only blinks back to reality when Lexa pulls at her hair -and so what if that turned her on?-
âI need to feedâ she thinks, still staring at Lexaâs lips, processing the addictiveness of Lexaâs blood, just a drop and it was intoxicating. She blinks again, realizing Lexa isnât diving back like before. She licks her lips and looks up to see Lexa watching her.
Is it possible to smirk only with your eyes?
âDo you need to go home?â She asks, sweetly because of course she thinks she knows what sheâs doing.
Lexa never seemed to think Clarke could be a danger to her. Lexa trusted her from before she got proof that she was right, and then settled for one singular proof without any more information. Even if Clarke literally yelled at her that she was wrong.
How terrible it was that she is just as addictive as her blood.
âClarke?â
And sheâs been staring, not even at her mouth, just her eyes, her deep red eyes- âWhy red?â
âBecause yours are blackâ Lexa doesn't miss a beat.
And okay, there has been many, many times through her -long, long, long, long ass- life where Clarke has been thankful for been a vampire. Tonight, she's thankful that she can't blush, nor lose her breath or have her heart miss a beat. Because all of those would be dead give aways she does not need Lexa knowing about.
âI told you I canât help itâ She tries with a frown, needing Lexa to shift her eyes back to green, because red⌠red is new, red is blood, red is not something sheâs prepared for, red is something she can't have, red should be forbidden. Green? Green is known, green is good, is fun drunk nights, and long talks and smiles. Green is innocent making out -with wandering hands but still- green is smirks and blushed cheeks. And green- is back.
âBetter?â Clarke only nods âYours are still black so Iâm going to guess you do need to go homeâ
âThat would be a good idea. Yep.â She nods again, standing up with Lexa still in her lap and enjoying the missed beat of Lexaâs heart before she puts her down.
They walk back down hand in hand âto make sure you wonât run awayâ Lexa says and Clarke is too content to call out her lie.
Lexa walks her home and kisses her goodbye at the entrance of her building. Sheâs still thinking about it when she enters her apartment and heads straight for the fridge. Sheâs happily surprised to realize sheâs only thinking about Lexa and her kisses and not her blood, nevertheless, she dries out all five of the bags she has in storage.
The next day, Clarke wakes up from a magic induced sleep to a dead body in her kitchen. Lexa isn't there, neither is the folder from the night before, just an open window and a note.
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Alpha!Clarke x Omega!Lexa for Wanhedaâs Dagger Week
ESTRUT⢠is an app for unmated Alphas and Omegas to find a companion during their ruts and heats. The app was created not for dating or relationships, or even casual hookups, but for the sole purpose of giving Alphas and Omegas a satisfying and reliable way to deal with that time in their cycles. Clarke Griffin, a season ESTRUT⢠user, and Lexa Woods, a reluctant app member who had no choice but to sign up given the intensity of her heats, find each other as perfect matches to their cycles.
Clarke Griffin did not want to be at this Halloween party right now. She was dragged here by Raven, whose girlfriend, Anya, was hosting said party.
Dragged here against her will, Clarke refused to put any effort into her costume, chosing to simply wear her old Sailor Moon shirt, a nod to her old childhood crush.
However, Clarke did not expect her current crush, Lexa Woods, to be at this same party. Moreover, Clarke was not prepared to see Lexa dressed immaculately as Sailor Moon.
In stark contrast to Clarke's pathetic shirt, Lexa wore the full costume, including the iconic blonde wig, white gloves, red boots, and the signature sailor uniform with its sinfully short skirt.
To her embarrassment, Clarke was spotted by Lexa from across the room, making her feel so underdressed compared to her crush who strutted towards her.
"Nice costume. I didn't know I had competition, Clarke." Lexa giggled.
"Thanks, Lexa." Clarke nervously replied as she found herself face to face with her real life crush dressed up as her childhood crush.
"But let's be honest. You're actually Sailor Moon with your costume. You look amazing!" Clarke confidently reaffirmed as she checked out Lexa from head to toe.
"Thank you Clarke. That means so much to me." Lexa smiled widely as her cheeks blushed from Clarke's compliment.
"I actually made this costume myself. My guilty pleasure is cosplaying and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to dress up as my favorite superhero. I swear I had the biggest crush on her." Lexa gushed.
Clarke's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe Lexa, the hottest girl she knew, was into cosplay and shared the same crush as her.
"No way! I had a crush on Sailor Moon growing up too. She was actually my bi-awakening." Clarke confessed with pride.
Surprisingly, the conversation flowed easily between them once they discovered their shared love of Sailor Moon. Clarke loved seeing how passionate Lexa became when she discussed how she made her costume so it didn't come as a total surprise when Lexa asked her
"Hey Clarke. Would you like to take a closer look at my costume? We can go somewhere quieter and more private like my room if you want."
"I'd love that." Clarke eagerly replied as she allowed Lexa to grab her hand and lead her away from the party towards her room.
Coming soon to AO3
I'd like to thank the lovely @lexa-griffins for creating this amazing moodboard for me and beta'ing this drabble
Also, here's my manip of Lexa in her full Sailor Moon costume