#gleeksforhire

I am looking for a girlfriend.

Pros for dating me: I cook and bake (and love trying new recipies); I clean; hugs and cuddles are a huge staple in my affection giving stores; the Steven Universe "star eyes" appear when you talk about something you're really passionate about; Very lively, gets very excited about small things. Willingness to travel just about anywhere, please explore with me. I am the personification of the word Awesomeness.

Its not super important that I find it, but I habe been looking for two days and need some help. Its a 100 fic, Clexa as the main pairing, with and healthy dose of Ranya and Linctavia.

Basis is that it is set in a modern AU with Omegaverse dynamics. In this case Lexa is the alpha and Clarke the omega.

Clark has been missing awhile and wakes up with no memory of where she was or who all the people surronding her are. She uses her omega abilities to keep everyone at bay until Lexa arrives, but she has no clue who Lexa is and that stops everyone short.

They lead Clarke to where she can be safe, and she goes with them because she feels like its a good decision. When they return home Clexa's kids run up to Clarke as if nothing is wrong and even though Clarke has amnesia, she recognizes her pups and carries on the facade for their sake.

All in favor for a business of some sort named “Places”

Example:

My father’s hands are black; my mother’s hands are white. Daddy worked in kitchens all his life; his hands are cut, scarred and rough, like the bark on a weatherd tree. Mother is a white-collared worker. Her hands are light feathers, with fingers that fly across the keyboard. Daddy moves his hands deftly through the kitchen: finding spices, mixing ingredients, cooking the food; Mother’s hands rapidly file, sign, and take notes, as well as find the time to pick up the phone each time I call. My parents have busy hands, ones that never seem to stop caring for anyone that needs it.

My hand are powerful and calloused from all my years in martial arts, showing pride in their work, but are also flexible and giving. From Daddy, I learned my way around the kitchen, I’ll never go hungry. Mother taught me that organization and patience are the police force of any task. My hands are black and white. At XX, I know the value of hands that remain open, hands that speak wisdom through the colors of life.