#clexamy

(i wrote this for the 100, but i feel like it could be used for any fandom)

two rulers. one crown. person A and person B are both respectable and strong leaders that care about their people. person A and person B barely stand each other. suddenly, due to a new threat that nobody seems to be able to properly take down, both of the ruler's allies fall one by one and near-complete anarchy breaks loose. now, here's the fun part for whoever takes up this prompt; this could be enemies to lovers, enemies to bestfriends ('the half of it' vibes), or simply a war for the throne.

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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