#clexamy

can i find a clexa who is also pissed that it's not actually lexa who came back? like, i get that it mostly means that lexa was her soulmate, but it doesn't mean lexa is alive again.

Clarke is a notoriously early riser. On mornings she stays in their apartment, regardless of who’s bed she’s slept in, she ends up clunking around in the kitchen at six am, making tea and toast and then retreating back to bed, satiated and looking to cuddle.

Lexa hums as Clarke noses under her chin, her lips warm on her throat, just a hint of tongue and she huffs in laughter. “Clarke,” she complains, voice rough with sleep, “it’s so early.” She rubs at her eyes as she wraps her arm around Clarke’s shoulders, smiles at the way Clarke just hums and keeps kissing at her neck.

“It’s not that early,” Clarke whispers back, the puff of breath against Lexa’s neck making her shiver. “It’s already seven-thirty.”

Lexa does laugh at that and lifts her hand to tangle it in Clarke’s hair, rubs at her head affectionately. “It’s early for a Saturday,” she amends. Clarke is a sucker for head rubs and she cuddles closer to Lexa, sneaks her leg over Lexa’s hip and between her thighs and makes a cute little snuffling sound.

“Ok,” Clarke agrees, content to cave when Lexa is playing with hair the way she likes. “Want me to make it up to you?”

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First of all, a single sexual encounter with someone outside your orientation does not invalidate your orientation IF YOU DONT WANT IT TO. Don't fucking come at me with lesphobia accusations when you're invalidating and shaming lesbians who have fucked men and still identify as gay. That shit is fucked up. But I’m not even going to get into that right now. 

Second, and honestly the real fucking point here, you're threatening me OVER FANFICTION. You know what? Lexa and Bellamy and Clarke are all fictional characters. They don't exist. I'm sorry if this is news, but they don't. And I actually happen to.

  But Lexa is not sacred. Neither are Bellamy or Clarke. Nothing is stopping me from writing them doing the nasty frick-frack however I want them to because at the end of the day, they don't exist. And you know what? If that fucking bothers you, scroll right on past, my guy. Or better yet, block me!! It's so easy, I promise you, so much easier than coming into my fic and writing long ass comments. Just... Save yourself the aneurism and keep scrolling, go read something fluffy about clexa cuddling and being cute together and leave uplifting comments on that. Don't fucking try to police what other people write or enjoy with your fucking "morality" because honestly, I'm sick of it. It's not the point of fanfiction: you can preach all you want but you're fucking censoring people who might be exploring complicated feelings or experiences by examining them with characters they love and they don't need your bullshit coming to tell them what's what just because you've got a PC boner. 

Lexa is not changed in canon by how I write her. Clexa is not changed in canon by how I write them. Literally, squint at my tags and if you don't like them, keep going. If you try it, I promise you, you'll feel better. 

As it is, I'm going to keep writing what I'm writing, because fuck it, I'm enjoying it. It's my page and my fic and as the old saying goes, don't like; don't read.

snuggles,