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A lot of people figured that Clarke would go into some kind ofmedicine when she grew up, as her mother was one of the top traumasurgeons in the country it only made sense. Clarke herself had triedto fight it, but ended up following her mother into the medicalfield, following the exact same path her mother had, even ending upworking in the same hospital now that she had finished med school. Inher first couple of days there she had proved that she got the jobdue to her own abilities rather than who her mother was, though therewere still whispers about her getting the job because she was AbbyGriffin’s daughter.

I have been thinking way too much about lgbk Lexa. I just imagine that many years have passed and Clarke and Lexa are about to get married and Lexa gives Clarke a giant jar of honey on their wedding day and Lexa tells Clarke she will love her as long as this honey is sweet and every year on their anniversary Clarke opens the jar and tastes it and since honey never goes bad every year it’s still sweet and Lexa kisses the sticky sweetness off Clarke’s lips and their love is eternal. That is all.

jalk;sdjfakljsdf I’m so sorry to disappoint but it’s not a fic :( it’s just hanging out in my brain and once in a while I sob about it here on tumblr. 

This ‘love/0 is weakness’ angst that you so casually assaulted my person with. RUDE.

Imagine, though. Like. Thirteen-year old Lexa solemnly repeating that mantra in her head while she’s doing match simulations with Anya, who is a little older and stronger and better than she is and therefore usually beats her. It becomes ingrained in kid!Lexa’s head that love/0 = losing in every sense.

But then, years later, she meets Costia at a tennis summer camp and Lexa’s worldview gets flipped upside down. How can that funny squirmy feeling she gets in her stomach every time Costia smiles at her be wrong? Especially when Lexa smiles back, small and shy, and Costia blushes SO prettily?

… and now I’m emo.

I mean, she spins her racket a couple of times while she’s waiting to receive a serve but not like canon!Lexa did with her sword against Roan haha.

Lexa certainly has some extra AF rituals so, yes, I think it’s entirely possible she would meditate surrounded by candles—lavender-scented, to calm her nerves and aid sleep quality—the night before her next game. But after she inadvertently sets off the fire alarm at her hotel on one occasion, Titus insists she switch to using aromatherapy oils with a diffuser instead.

She maybe wouldn’t go as far as to, idk, sleep with her favourite racket but only because Anya wouldn’t let her hear the end of it if she found out.

She has a signed photo of Serena Williams she carries around in her racket bag like a talisman. Lexa met her as a teenager during a training camp. It was probably the greatest moment of her young life to meet and exchange a few words with her idol. She shook like a leaf the entire time. She’s since met Serena several times at events and is still totally starstruck by her. Before every game Lexa fishes that photo out, gazes at it reverently, and reminds herself of how far she’s come and how far she has to go.

She has a morning routine that she never deviates from unless she’s travelling. Gets up at 6am for her daily 5k run. Breakfast consists of scrambled egg whites and a kale, banana, and almond milk smoothie. (Clarke gets woken up by the whirr of the blender without fail whenever she stays over. She grumbles and pulls the sheets over her head.)

On match days Lexa takes a bracingly cold shower an hour before the match begins. She has a specific order to getting ready. Puts her clothes on in the exact same sequence every time. The left shoe always goes on before the right. Wears the same hair tie throughout the tournament. She carries five rackets onto court although she never needs that many. Is meticulous about how her rackets are strung for the optimal tension and torque. She wraps the tape grip on her rackets herself, clockwise. Has to test three balls and bounces the chosen one three times before she serves. She also avoids walking on the court lines.

I’m going to hell for this but I couldn’t stop laughing at The Cummander so I wrote you a snippet of how I imagine the first scene for The Cummander Volume 1, since I want to encourage your awful ideas ;) I tried to make it as ridiculous as possible.

Clarke and Lexa star in this porn film. It’s a sci fi role play, where Clarke offers up her body as punishment for sexual crimes she has committed, as no one is allowed to cum without the Commander’s permission. Think a twist on episode 207. Clarke is dressed in a sluttier version of her clothes, tighter jeans and thigh high boots, a more revealing tank top to show off the GEC.

Kassie Skai gets to the opening of the tent, where there is a hot shirtless man standing guard (Gustus but not in a savage bear way, more a hot Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones way).

“If you so much as look at her the wrong way your throat will be split by your pleas to cum.”

Kassie stares him down and he lifts the tent flap for her to enter. Kassie struts into the tent to find The Cummander on her throne in her war paint and long coat, caressing the bright pink vibrator.

“You’re the one who fucked 3 of my warriors last night.”

“You’re the one who sent them to our camp. It’s not my fault they couldn’t resist me.”

The Cummander flicks the vibrator on, letting it buzz for a moment before she flicks it off again and stares intimidatingly at the blonde. “Do you have an answer for me, Kassie Skai? Will you accept the punishment for the orgasms you took without my permission ?”

“I’ve come to make you an offer.” Kassie has a confident smirk on her face at this point.

The Cummander juts out her chin and takes one hand off the dildo and drapes the hand over the arm of her chair, displaying the length of her fingers. “This is not a negotiation.”

“That vibrator needs batteries. I know where you can get more.”

The Cummander goes back to gently stroking her tool of pleasure. She tries to hide her eagerness under her stoic mask, but can’t help licking her lips in excitement. “Go on.”

“I need assurances that the warriors that I fucked will be pardoned for their crimes.”

The brunette takes a moment to consider, still stroking the vibrator. “And what of your crimes?”

Kassie gives The Cummander a very obvious once over of the brunettes body. “I’m confident I can handle whatever punishment you give me.” Slowly, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of panties. Kassie casually tosses them to The Cummander, who catches them in her hand and sets them aside.

“These came from the strongest of your warriors. She provided the most resistance. I’m told her name is Anya.”

(Lexa is originally horrified that Anya’s name is mentioned in this film, but Clarke wrote the story and even though she pretends to hate it, Anya secretly loves that she gets credit for her sexual prowess.)

Lexa looks angry that Clarke has broken her strongest warrior. “Anya was my mentor, before I was called to be The Cummander. She taught me everything I needed to know to lead my people in pleasure.” Lexa takes a moment to mourn her warrior’s weakness before asking, “Did she resist well?”

Clarke smirks and nods. “She resisted well, but she came even better.”

Lexa takes a moment to stare steadily at Clarke, before answering, “You truly have more batteries for my vibrator?”

“Yes.”

“Then prove it. Show them to me. If what you say is true, then we have a deal.”

End Scene 1

Obviously this is the part where Clarke takes Lexa to her spaceship and they get more batteries for the vibrator and have hot sex with some ropes and definitely some power struggle undertones. Lexa gives Clarke several orgasms and smears her war paint all over Clarke’s thighs and then when she unties Clarke, Clarke fucks her brains out until The Cummander can cum no more.

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THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.

I was seal-clapping through it all but I lost it completely at Kassie throwing Anya’s undies at Lexa.