#clexa fic

<3 sorry I've taken so long to answer this, I've reread it a few times now and it just fills my heart up. Thank you so much <3

Clexa will always be a part of us, in good ways and bad - honestly I think the trauma is a foundational part of us now 😂 the trauma AND the love. Idk man just...there's not quite anything else like it out there, Like...they're just iconic. Enemies to lovers, the lesbian warlord from the ground and the bisexual queen who fell from the sky.

Combine that with the fact that it was years ago when there wasn't nearly as much LGBT+ rep, and the crazy situation of Code 307 and the even crazier (but fucking awesome) response of the fans...AND the fact that this all happened RIGHT before everything in the world went fucking WEIRD in 2016...

Like, idk man idk. The stars aligned for Clexa, that's all I'm going to say - for better or for worse.

Anyway my point is, I do think Clexa is a part of us now in ways, and it's just like I say in TIF, it's always going to feel a little bit like home no matter how far some of us stray. And I'm 100% with you, I feel so honored that there were such incredible works created, true labors of love, and we are so lucky to be able to go back and immerse ourselves in them any time. It's absolutely so cool knowing we get to revisit them whenever, and feel that lil glowing warmth of home in our hearts, ya know?

Ahhhh I am so jealous, I would love to dream their first kiss 🥹

oooooh babey that's Heart Upon the Southern Ground by the smexy Brazilian Goddess @sassymajesty

Hello, dear anon!

Thank you for your support <3 I'm struggling with my writing even beyond fanfiction since my academic burnout, inspiration and energy comes and goes in a snap of fingers. So, it means the world whenever you guys say you enjoy my writing. <3

I want to continue it, however I think it might take some time. I have a FUCKTON of unfinished works and the two which I'm most committed to finish (by torturing myself thinking about them repeatedly) is On My Mind (Farm Clexa AU) and The Mermaid (Mermaid Clarke and Fisher Lexa AU). However, I love Severance (is one of my favorite shows), and the participation of Dichen Lachman (the actress that played Anya) makes me even more eager to write down the whole plot of this Clexa's Severance as soon as possible (in a perfect scenario where I'm productive and fast writer, which I am not). Once you feel like to, or have free time to, give it a shot and watch it, it's amazing and easy to find on stremio!

Meanwhile, I'm finally having some cool ideas to keep writing the last part of On My Mind. I mean, the last part of this story but not of the universe per se, since I really want to write more about farm clexa and make them bang each other like crazy inside a barn and inside the farmhouse and the tiny house of lexa's ectera etcetera.

(I've found this draft I wrote many months ago when I was watching Severence for the second time, and I decided to post it now since everything that I've been trying to write lately is just a pile of bad sentences and trash. And please watch Severance, Dichen Lachman is beautiful as ever)

Ding.

Lexa W. almost chokes at the abrupt racing of her heart, “waking up” in a jolt with the awful sensation of being trapped between metallic walls. As she tries to control her breath, she blinks one, two, three times.

The elevator’s doors open, but she is still not acquainted with her surroundings. She feels dizzy, lightheaded, and her brain is flooded with a rush of emotions that she can’t remember where they came from.

The first day that happened, she needed to hold firm at both bars fixed on the walls of the tiny, claustrophobic, metallic box they called elevator. After some months of adjustment, her head would only spin slightly, while she managed through the dizziness and kept the ground under her feet.

Today is not one of these days, though.

First is the white clock hung on the wall that greets her silently at the waiting room – it’s precisely eight AM. She doesn’t know if it’s sunny or cloudy outside. Below the clock and aligned perfectly in the middle of the room between two armchairs, Mr. Titus holds a severe expression that changes into a plastic smile the second Lexa’s eyes meet his.

“- Good morning, Lexa W. Welcome back.”

The brunette tightens her jaw and swallows dryly. There is a hint of despair rushing inside her veins even after the side effects of her “awakening”. She bites the inner side of her cheek to contain her pull to say something harsh towards that insufferable man, because she has things more important to deal with. Way more important.

With the precision that threats compulsion, Mr. Titus doesn’t wait for Lexa W. to respond and turns on his hills to the labyrinth of white walls and hallways, walking in measured, sharp steps. Aside from a tight nod that the bald son of a prick doesn’t pay attention to, she follows him in silence. Before she even notices, she moves her hands to her back and holds them there, shoulders stiff as a bord and a rhythmic pace.

“- About the last issue that happened in MDR, The Board guarantees you and your team that such events as animosity between different departments will not happen again, Microdata Refinement has no motives for hold any defensive behavior towards –“

It doesn’t take long for Mr. Titus voice and words turn into a monotonous noise to Lexa W’s ears. She is too busy trying to count the turns and doors that separate the path between the elevators, the break room and that strange, dark room that Gustus B. had told her last time they met. She repeats in her mind as her eyes scans the white walls, looking desperately for any sort of detail that could help to detect the difference between the paths and the sections of the building.

Turn left, turn left, turn right, turn left, turn right, turn right, count seven times to your left and turn right, and follow to the end of the hallway.

Her heart beats loudly against her ribcage. There’s been two elevators opening sound (Lexa W. has her own way of counting the days) since the episode that changed her life forever.

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(Two days ago)

- You think that hiding from your feelings makes you above it all, - Clarke G. traps Lexa W between her body and the sink. The leader of MDR shivers at the sensation of being surrounded by Clarke G’s anger and her lavender perfume. She wonders if Clarke’s outtie knows this perfume is addictive to Lexa W’s senses.

And there it comes, words sharp as knives: - But I see right through you.

They both hear the low thud of Lexa W’s back against the faux marble structure. The blonde keeps her ground, unwavering even under the severeness of the eyes of her superior.

Lexa W’s lips tremble – she wants to scream, push Clarke G. away and scape from that claustrophobic space -, goddamn it, woman!

But she also feels the magnetic pull towards that same woman’s lips.

It’s annoying how much she wants to kiss that stupid, beautiful mole that makes Clarke G’s smile even more stunning and-

-- Get. Out. – Lexa W growls.

Clarke G takes one step closer. The brunette feels the blonde’s chest brush against hers. Everything inside her burns in annoyance and desire.

Medusa and The Blind Woman

Ch. VII

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Lexa releases a delighted laugh as she very easily imagines the scene being set—her mind painting portraits of a tiny Clarke with ease. All unruly curls and knobbly elbows, legs littered with scrapes and bruises from her various shenanigans, tiny feet clad in adorably small sandals. She pictures a man that looks little more than an adult sized rendition of Clarke, matching blue eyes twinkling in half-set sunlight as they peer down at the little one waiting impatiently to be lifted onto his feet.

She can see it all perfectly in her mind's eye as Clarke begins lazily dancing among the grass of their little spot, mimicking and explaining each uncoordinated step, peppered with smile-filled anecdotes from her youth.

Lexa watches Clarke twirl, chest filling with a lightness at the sight of her looking young and so carefree. Unweighted by the tethers of responsibility and shame. Speckles of sunlight filter through the canopy of trees, bouncing rays off her hair that cast off in a glow like a crown. 

All it takes is one move from Clarke. A pause in the dance that makes Lexa yearn when she has to pause to find her footing, stumbling along with the wide stretch of her smile as the hem of her dress sways carelessly at her ankles. Clarke is the definition of divine temptation like this, when she reaches out, a siren's call in the way she crooks her finger just so.

“Come to me.”

And oh how Lexa is helpless to her golden goddess's will.

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Aw thank you so much! 🥰

Everything that you write is amazing, however, let me take the liberty of telling you that in a matter of world construction, tension building and character development this WIP is simply a masterpiece. It's thrilling. I'm HUGE fan of BOL and the way you built the world around them is breathtaking and heart shattering, HOWEVER, WSH has this post-distopian punch that makes me feel almost electric!!!!!!!! It's addictive!!!!!;!!

Thank you for sharing