Disobeying Orders ♡ Commander Lexa Imagine
A/N: ‘Hello! Your work is amazing!I LOVE IT SO MUCHHHHHHHH! 😍 Anyway! Can you do #1 on your Drabble game? (Fem!reader X Lexa). I was thinking the reader is a fem!warrior/assassin and she is sent to kill Lexa under Queen Nia’s orders (the reader doesn’t really work for anyone). But after her first attempt at killing Lexa she soon falls in love with Lexa and decides to spare her and Lexa can’t figure out why her life was spared until they meet again. That’s pretty much it. Thank you so much! 😋😊😚’ I LOVE THIS REQUEST LIKE SO MUCH. This is a full blown imagine like I tried so hard so I hope it’s okay xxx
Prompt: “She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because she wants you alive.”
Warnings: You’re a sassy bitch and you hold a knife to Lexa’s throat? Swearing.
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“You sent for me.” Your voice cold, emotionless, just like your surroundings and the Ice Nation Queen who sat on her throne in front of you. A smirk graced her lips and she motioned to a seat near her and with a wave of your hand, you declined. Her lips sealed tight, learning that you were here for business and business only.
“I’ve heard you’re quite the assassin. Assassin Y/N? Is it not?” She cocked her head, holding a glass of liquid in her hand, dark red, sharp contrast in relation to her skin, an eyebrow raised in amusement. She’d used your name. No one knew your name. You scowled.
“I get ordered to kill people. They end up dead. If that is your definition of quite the assassin, I’m here. There’s no need to threaten me, Nia.” Your eyes narrowing, feeling the dagger at your hip pulse with temptation.
“Good. Because I have a target for you.” You scoffed, as if it were a surprise. You waited until she turned to face you, attention drawn from her glass.
“Do you know of Lexa?” You let your facade of indifference falter for a minute as your eyes widened. Realising your mistake you shifted on your feet, coughing.
The Ice Nation’s leader’s face turned into a snarl and you realised your mistake. As soon as the words left your lips you felt a spear digging into your back, not enough to kill you, but enough to send off a warning.
“She is no Heda to me.” Nina spat, the Queen bristling. You hid your smirk as you held up your hands.
“I’m sorry, your highness. So Lexa? That’s who you want me to kill?” She nodded, her pale eyes glistening with a venom that almost made you shrink under her gaze. Almost. So at her nod you pursed your lips.
“And what do I get in return?” You asked, trying to hide the desperate need to your tone. The Queen gestured around her, almost as if she was shrugging.
You nodded and turned on your heel. Striding out of her tent into the cover of darkness.
Your horses hooves fell repeatedly against the forest floor, your eyes peeled as the early sun started to show through the sky’s dark mask. You could see the Polis tower. Tall and you knew who would be at the very top. You didn’t know much about the Commander other than she was just that. You had also heard of Costia and Lexa’s hate towards Azgeda, which seemed to be mutual, if her previous encounter with Nia was anything to go by.
You also knew Polis wasn’t really guarded, the tower on the other hand, was. But that was a problem for later.
You stepped onto the pavement, feeling the life and energy flowing around you, sunlight seeming to stream through every corner of the Polis plaza, people buzzing excitedly. You smiled softly, memories of your life before it all went to shit. You growled, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill, the hood covering your face masking the threat.
You slipped through the tower entrance unnoticed, flights of stairs as far as you could see spiralling upwards. You crept forward, staying near the cold, concrete walls, your feet barely making a sound at your trained skill.
You froze as you turned a corner, a guards back to you, his breathing making his shoulders rise high as he fidgeted. You took special care to keep an eye trained on the knife strapped to his side as you crept closer, closer until your blade was slicing his throat and he fell on the floor.
On the decent further up you managed to avoid the guards, standing outside a room, confused as to where to go.
“Where the fuck? Why is this place so fucking huge!” You exclaimed quietly to yourself. Your face forming a scowl before a voice filled the corridor.
“Leave, Titus.” Your ears perked up. Female. That was a female voice. The creak of the large door distracted you as you hid behind a wall, peeking from behind to find a bald man, looking old with effort and experience. Titus, your mind struggled with the name, familiar but not recognisable until it clicked.
“Flame Keeper.” You murmured, watching warily as he turned, feeling his eyes scanning for an intruder, an eerie presence making him shift before he shrugged if off and headed away from you.
Finally, your chance arose. Your jobs were never this dangerous, never this risky. Never, this… well big.
You felt your heat rate pick up and you crept towards the still open door. You swallowed the fear, the doubts, this was your job. You’d done it time and time again but this time something felt wrong. You paid it no mind as you twirled silently into her room, dagger drawn, stance ready for her to jump on you but you froze. She stood near a window, looking over Polis. Now or never, you thought running to her frame, and holding that knife to her throat, feeling the slight hitch of surprise at the cold steel.
You growled spinning her to face you. Dagger still at her throat as she examined your face. You blinked. She was, calm? Her eyes scanning yours and you looked up, freezing at their colour. Forest green, swirling with patterns of light and dark, enticing, captivating and you gasped softly. They were just like hers… You noticed the hold on your blade tightened and you shook your head, thoughts raging in your head.
Y/N, what are you doing? Kill her.
You know why. It’s her. She reminds you of her. Everything she’s done so far reminds you.
Her gaze stayed steady, challenging almost and you swore to yourself, dropping the knife and making eye contact at her shocked expression before you ran. You couldn’t hear her follow you, and you turned to find her still frozen, unbelieving.
You kept running not stopping until you were clear of Polis, the forest shielding you as all you could do was punch the nearest tree in frustration, your knife on the floor of the Commander’s room. You groaned, not being able to get those lips, those eyes out of your head. Your horse had ran, or wandered causing you to sigh. Nothing was going right.
Back at the tower, Titus and guards ran in, Lexa still frozen, meeting Titus’s gaze slowly.
“Who was she?” He murmured, tone fiery. “What did she look like?”
Lexa sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. The assassin’s gaze, cold and hard, but as those eyes made contact with hers they softened and Lexa didn’t know why.
“I don’t know Titus. She wore a hood covering most of her face…” She trailed off as she was reminded of the metal clang, her attackers knife hitting the floor. Sure enough, as she glanced down, the blade was there, glinting. Lexa held it, handing it to Titus as his eyes widened. This caught the Commander’s attention.
He shook his head, blinking rapidly, shocked as though trying to get the knife to disappear from view.
“Her blade. The Shadow’s blade.”
Lexa just frowned, there were murmurs of a Shadow among the people of Polis, the Heda assuming she was just a slightly out of control rogue.
“Why are you surprised Fleim Kepa?” Her grounder tone curious as she took the blade back from him, his hands shaking.
“She never misses, she never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because she wants you alive.”
You couldn’t go back to Nia. She’d have you killed. You had to stay out of sight, away from Azgeda, your face had been shown to her once. You were kidnapped for the job, your hood ripped from your face. So they knew who to look for.
Days went by slowly, scavenging for food, for warmth when night came round. You had few options. You couldn’t kill the Commander. You might be able to blend in with the Polis crowd, become a citizen, become protected. If Lexa saw you though, you knew she’d recognise you.
It’s a risk you had to take.
It felt weird. Being in public without your hood, your armour, protection. But so far you had passed. Smiling at everyone you met, buying supplies with the small portion of money you had.
It went like that for a few days, finding shelter with a woman near the tower. A bit too close for your liking, but it was better than nothing. Your bed shifted as you awoke, stretching, changing, walking out of the tent and straight into her. Straight into the Commander. Her dress was more casual, a simple top and pants adorning her body, no armour. She turned to face you, her mouth opening in what appeared to be the start of an apology. You were about to be drawn into her eyes again when she bristled as she recognised you.
“What are you doing here?” She ventured, growling careful to keep her eyes flickering to your hands for any sign of an attack.
“Heda please. You know who I am I’m guessing. I’m sorry. Queen Nia had me ordered to execute you. In reward, I could have whatever I desired. I needed it.”
She cocked her head, eyes narrowing.
“Then why am I still alive? I’ve heard no one lives after encountering you.” You could only gulp as those eyes flickered once more, her lips pursed.
“You remind me of someone.” You shrugged, trying to keep the waver out of your voice.
“That’s not good enough” She snarled, taking a step towards you, your head ducking in submission for the first time you could remember.
“My first love, you’re very similar to her. She was killed by one of your warriors for being Azgeda. She didn’t..” You choked. “She didn’t deserve that.”
“I’m sorry. I would’ve thought that would give you more of a reason to kill me?” She asked. You shrugged again.
“It wasn’t purposeful on your behalf, I know what you’re orders were. It was kill the guilty, spare the innocent. Your warrior disobeyed that. So I killed him. Jus drein jus daun.” You murmured the last part. Your first love hated the saying, often partnering it with the ‘eye for an eye’ term. Which was followed by ‘it makes the whole world blind.’ You winced at the memory.
“Maybe our first love’s are gone because we may have a chance at a second?”
