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"The rain does not let up through the remainder of the night, and despite the dry clothes and heap of furs on top of her, Lexa stays curled in fetal position, shivering, as if the cold storm has settled and made a permanent home in her bones."
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"I'm m-messing e-everything up-p." Her teeth clatter and she normally would care that anyone was seeing her in such state, but her pride and last of her strength has vaporized into the unforgiving coldness settling into her bones.
"Lexa..." The girl laments, as the commander squeezes her eyes shut, concentrating on the friction she's trying to generate between her limbs under the fur.Â
Lexa doesn't have it in her to snap at her old friend to get out of her tent. Her anger which typically expels freely at anyone around her is self-combusting. Nothing feels right. She hates that she can't tell the difference if something is actually wrong or it's just because Clarke isn't there with her that's throwing off all her instincts, but she isn't sure what to do now except wait. For what she isn't sure but she can feel it in the twitches of her nerves something is coming. Something that she knows she isn't ready for.Â
Something is wrong. And I can't even get out of this bed.
Lexa doesn't mean to, but her lips let out the faintest whimper of frustration that she hopes is muffled enough for Luna not to hear. She buries her face into her pillow, hoping the other girl will see she's in no state to discuss anything and leave.Â
Instead she feels the furs lift behind after a minute, as the bed sinks slightly with the addition of another body. Her eyes wince with wetness when she feels a pair of arms slink around her, pulling her back into the curve of a torso.Â
"Hey, just breathe." Luna's soft voice says, trying to overlap as much of their bodies as possible, until she rests the side of her face against Lexa's cheek. The gentle warmth from the skin-on-skin contact slows the commander's shivering after a few minutes, leaving her with laden relief. If her pillow wasn't already soaked from her wet hair it would be from her eyes leaking sideways across her face.Â
The two lay in silence, until Lexa's breathing deepens, matching Luna's. With her muscles finally still, her mind grounded if only for a moment, she feels sleep finally overtaking her.
"I don't know what else I can do that won't hurt anyone." Lexa whispers so faintly it barely registers.
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If you are looking for a more fleshed out, adult-themed fix-it, my story jumps in at 3x7 and explores deeper Lexa's character, past trauma, and her ongoing struggle with balancing love vs. duty.
Introduction
Grambank Features for the Trigedasleng Language
Compiled by David J. Peterson
Last updated October 15, 2023.
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I've made a new conlang Grambank entry for Trigedasleng! Jessie Peterson created a Google Sheets spreadsheet that conlangers can copy and fill out in order to share their work. I did one previously on High Valyrian, and now the Trigedasleng one is finished.. This won't tell you everything about the language, but it'll tell you a LOT in a very small space. If you'd like to do something like this for your conlang, the blank one can be found here.
Dear owl; you donât know how much I need another alpha alpha clexa post again, I just canât get enough of those ! I literally think about it like boys think about the Roman Empire, embarrassingly often
Clarke gagged as she picked up the dirty socks from the humid floor and threw them on the rolling hamper.
âThis is all your fault, Woods,â she cursed for the umpteenth time, the empty locker room echoing with Lexaâs sarcastic laugh.
âHowâs that my fault?â Lexa picked up a muddied jersey from under the wooden bench and threw it at the hamper between them. âYour timing for passing was awful, and your tackles were a joke.â
âYou were running as if your parking brake was on.â
âIâm an impeccable wing.â
âChicken wing,â Clarke mumbled, fishing cleats from an open locker to throw them with the rest of the dirty gear from their home game.
Which had been a series of humiliating losses because Woods couldnât time her fucking run.
âOh, shut up.â Lexa kicked the supply room door open, her ponytail uneven since she suffered that ugly tackle on game two.
âI canât believe Iâm stuck with clean duty with you,â Clarke said as the lights turned on when they entered the room. âYouâre the one who talked back to the coach.â
âBecause she kept you for the third game! Youâre messing up our center!â A little vein popped on Lexaâs forehead, which would make her look cute if it wasnât for the death glare aimed at Clarke.
âWhatever,â Clarke mumbled and dragged the pile of dirty jerseys into the bin for the clean crew the next morning. âYou can be such a bitch sometimes, Woods.â Almost a full year after Lexa transferred to their team, and she was as insufferable as day one.
âYou watch your fucking mouth.â
Clarke bristled at the threat, because she had been tackled so many times today by strong alphas who put her down hard, and a good part of it was because of Woods.
âOr what? Youâre just talk, Woods.â
The wooden shelf behind Clarke shook with her weight as Lexa was suddenly at her face, a tight grip on Clarkeâs collar. Lexa had an inch on Clarke, but Clarke had a dozen pounds of muscle on the lean wing.
âShut up,â Lexa breathed in Clarkeâs face, teeth gritted in anger. âI needed this game, Griffin. You know scouts were all over the place and you screwed up our center like the stupid privileged princess you are.â
Clarke felt her face burn with anger. âYouâre slow, Lexa, and you know it.â She pushed the smaller alpha away, expected the push back and pressed on until their positions changed and Lexa found herself with her back on the shelf. A couple of balls fell on the floor behind them, bouncing once and rolling next to the hamper. âStop blaming other people for your own frustration.â Clarke pressed her elbow to Lexaâs neck for good measure, baring her teeth. âYouâre not the only one worried about scouts.â
Lexaâs eyes shone gray when they brimmed with tears. Her cheeks, red and puffed, trembled, and she pushed Clarkeâs arm away. âFuck you, Griffin.â
Lexa pushed Clarke with both hands on her chest, and Clarke barely moved as she held her stance. âI donât know whatâs wrong with you,â Clarke said and felt Lexaâs breath. âBut cut it out!â
A flash of pink as Lexa licked her lips. Their breaths mingled in the heavy air of the room. Lexaâs eyes moved from Clarkeâs stare to her lips, back and forth. Clarke felt the change in the tension a bit too late, a small knot of doubt forming between her eyebrows as the stalemate remained.
Lexa licked her own lips again, her nails digging into Clarkeâs biceps.
The motion sensor light of the room blinked off, and in darkness, Clarke couldnât hear anything but their heavy breathing.
A small voice in Clarkeâs brain told her to expect the kiss, but she still gasped in surprise as Lexa attacked her lips with the same urge she ran on the field. After the half second of awareness, Clarke responded to the kiss with equal force, pinning the girl against the shelf with her hips. It wasnât slow and delicate, or explorative; it was hard, with tongues and teeth clashing for dominance.
âFuck,â Clarke said when Lexa bit on her neck, a soft tongue licking over her throbbing pulse and sweat. There was a dry click sound between them, and Clarke groaned when she realized it was their groin protectors clashing under their shorts.
âLexaââ Clarke attempted to say before being swallowed by another hungry kiss, Lexaâs hands already sneaking under her shirt. âOh, fuck it.â Clarke surrendered as a warm palm cupped her through her sports bra.
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how should I finish this drabble, oh faithful readers?
I would love to see alpha Lexa a bit self conscious about being on her hands and knees for Clarke. Also she could be embarrassed about asking Clarke if she can wrap her legs around Clarke's waist if they're in missionary. Basically Lexa learning how to bottom for Clarke đ
That really inspired me, anon. Thanks!
Read on Ao3.
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Lexaâs thighs trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, her left knee popping as it hit the soft carpet of Clarkeâs room.
A cool thumb touched the side of her lips and she opened it, but Clarke didnât push it in, holding her chin instead.
âYou donât have to do this,â Clarke said in the darkness of her room, the soft early night rain splashing against the closed window.
Lexa shook her head. âBut I want to.â
A thin ring of blue was the only light in Clarkeâs dark eyes. âYou donât have to do this only because I do it for you.â
Lexa felt the skin between her eyes tighten at her frown. âI donât do things only because you do them too.â
Clarke smiled, cupping Lexaâs cheek in surrender. She spread her legs on the bed, leaning backwards. Her erection bobbed between them, thick and angry red. âIâm not challenging you. But I want to make sure youâre comfortable.â
Lexa swallowed her pride, closing her eyes. Clarkeâs hands were always so warm, with a soft, caring touch to her face. But Lexa was scared. She didnât want to disappoint, and Clarke was so good at oral, and now she was afraid she would pale in comparison.
âCanââ Lexa cleared her throat, steeling herself and opening her eyes to find desire in Clarkeâs face. âCan you tell me what to do?â
âOh, darling.â Clarke sat up straighter on the bed, her knees engulfing Lexaâs shoulders. âIâll do anything you want.â
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The hand on Lexaâs waist burned as it tightened its grip. Lexa breathed slowly, her entire body shaking as she buried her face in Clarkeâs pillow.
She wanted this; she had asked Clarke for this, and she thought she was ready. But as Clarke finally slipped in with a broken whimper, Lexa was nothing but overwhelmed. Everything tightened like it had never been before. Her blunt nails hurt against the sheets, her skin itched, and the air was suddenly thin.
âStop, stop,â Lexa mumbled under her breath, wiggling against the heated body behind her. She didnât wait for Clarke, turning and ignoring the searching hands as she escaped to her en suite bathroom. The door locked with a low click. Her legs trembled as she sat on the closed toilet lid, and muscles she didnât know she had were complaining and begging to be sore. Hard and leaking, her erection mocked her.
âLexa?â Clarke asked with a shake of her voice. The following knocks on the door were fast, almost desperate. âTalk to me. Are you okay?â The doorknob rattled once.
Shame rose to Lexaâs cheeks, and she bit down on a sob.
âDo you want me to go?âÂ
Lexa hated how small Clarke sounded. Either way, she didnât reply.
It was close to an hour later when she opened the door, hoping to find her empty bedroom. Instead, sitting on the floor with her back against the bedside, Clarke looked up at her with red, puffy eyes. It made Lexa feel better and worse.
Clarke stood up and took a step closer, but stopped, pulling her arms back. The hesitation hurt, and then it hurt more because Lexa knew it was her fault.
âCan we just cuddle?â Lexa asked, avoiding pleading blue eyes.
Clarke nodded so fast her curls bounced, and Lexa hid under her girlfriendâs chin.
âIâm sorry,â Lexa whispered to a little freckle on Clarkeâs neck. âI thought I was ready, butâŠâ
âDid I hurt you?âÂ
Lexa looked up to see tears on Clarkeâs cheek. It downed on her what Clarke must be thinking, and she felt like crying, but it came out as an irritated snarl, and Clarke flinched.
âNo, babe, no, Iâm okay. You didnât hurt me. I was overwhelmed.â
âI thought I had hurt you.â
âFuck, Clarke, Iâm sorry.â She melted into Clarkeâs trembling arms. âIâm embarrassed.â
âWe donât have to do it ifââ
âIâm embarrassed that I canât take it the way you can.â
Clarke hugged her tighter, her warm hands rooming over Lexaâs back. Her touch was soothing, and Lexa took a deep breath, finally relaxing.
âWe can start slow, babe,â Clarke said and kissed Lexaâs cheek. âWe have all the time in the world.â
Lexa guided them to the bed and turned to let Clarke be the big spoon. She gasped when Clarke pulled her close.
âClarke? Are you still hard?â
Clarke cleared her throat. âI kind of panicked when I thought I had hurt you, but I guess that half a second inside you will get me going for a while,â Clarke confessed from the protection of Lexaâs nape.
âIs there anything I can do for you?â Lexa felt Clarke swallowing. âYouâre sensitive. Let me use my mouth on you.â
The moan Clarke breathed on her skin was enough of a reply.
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It started as an argument.
Between the two alphas, arguments sometimes escalated to yelling, and then snarling, and finally, a hot, apologetic and anger-infused make out.
But Lexa wouldnât let this one go easily, even if Clarkeâs tongue worked marvels inside her mouth.
They had been to another of Anyaâs obnoxious parties, chilling on the front porch with Clarkeâs friends. A girl that later Lexa discovered was in the class Clarke TAâd, approached them with a smile Lexa immediately disliked.
The girl was insistent, Lexa had to give her that.
She flirted with Clarke in front of her, and while Clarke politely declined any suggested offers, Lexa intervened when the girl touched Clarkeâs thigh without consent.
âWhoa, why do you even care?â the girl had asked with cheap alcohol in her breath, a sly smile as she looked Lexa up and down. âYouâre an alpha.â
âIâm her girlfriend,â Lexa spit between gritted teeth, anger warming up her belly. Or those two shots of tequila, either or.
The girl stared Lexa down and laughed, high and sickly sweet. âBut youâre an alpha. You canât give her what I can.â
Before Lexa could react, Clarke, always the ambassador, stepped between them and said something that made the girl walk away with a mumbled âwhatever.â
The fight unfolded after that, leading to the arguing in the car, the yelling outside Clarkeâs apartment, and now the sweaty hand inside Lexaâs underwear.
Their clothes fell in batches, pools of polyester and cotton leaving a trail to Clarkeâs bed. Clarke breathed hard as her back hit the mattress, her legs spreading to cradle Lexa between them. But Lexa shook her head, one hand firm on Clarkeâs chest.
âIâm not going to fuck you.â
Clarkeâs frustrated whine would be comic if it wasnât for the desperate glint in her eyes. âBabe, I told you that I had never talked to that girlââ Lexaâs hand on Clarkeâs throat cut her off. Not enough to choke, but more than necessary to shut her up. Clarke swallowed hard, and Lexa watched her pupil dilate.
âYouâre going to fuck me, and youâre going to do it like you fucking mean it.â
Clarke swallowed again, nodding, and her dick throbbed against Lexaâs abs, earnest and leaking.
âGood.â Lexa let go of Clarkeâs throat and allowed the other alpha to switch their positions. She hoped she sounded more assertive than she felt, but after many slow, patient times, Lexa was ready to feel Clarke letting go with her.
It was an understatement that neither would last the moment Clarke entered her, the arguing and the anger forgotten as Lexa clung to Clarkeâs back. Her thighs trembled open, and Clarke kissed her chin and helped her lock them around her waist. She didnât move at first, hovering over Lexa as they shared wet, deep pulls of air until Lexa nodded, Clarkeâs long curls sticking to her forehead.
There was no warning as Clarke set a rhythm of shallow and fast thrusts, her headboard hitting the wall at a relentless pace. Lexa whined and held on, enjoying the way Clarkeâs soft belly teased the head of her cock at each thrust. She pulled on blonde downy hair at Clarkeâs neck, and Clarke growled, pulling Lexaâs hips higher and deepening her reach. Her broken, pitiful whine would embarrass Lexa if it didnât feel so good.
âYou ok?â Clarke panted between the sharp pumping of her hips and Lexa nodded, scratching the blondeâs back.
âDonât stop.â
âAnything for you,â Clarke promised and pulled back enough for a messy, tech-clashing kiss, and found her spot on Lexaâs neck to keep fucking her silly into the bed.
Lexa didnât know how long she could take that, with her legs already burning in protest, but she wouldnât have to; she felt her climax climbing its way from her center, and instead of pursuing it, she let it come to her, surrendering any amount of control and letting Clarke do the hard work.
And God, she did it right.
Lexa dug her nails into supple flesh as a warning, gasping a single âClarkeâ into the panting girlâs ear before throwing her head back and coming silently at first, her mouth open in a mute scream as she made a mess between them. The scream finally came along with the blackening of her vision, a moan loud enough to echo in the small bedroom.
Clarke moaned with her, her thrusts vigorously increasing in pace as Lexa trashed under her, and there was no more constant rhythm or pace, just a messy grinding and clash of wet flesh as Clarke came with a whispered confession of âbetter than any omega.â Lexa moaned all over again at that, adding to the growing mess between them.
âI love you,â Clarke said after controlling her breathing, brushing Lexaâs hair from her face. âI love you, Lexa. I love everything about you.â
Lexa kissed her forehead, and they both moaned as she fluttered around Clarke. âI love you too.â
Clarke nuzzled Lexaâs ear. âDo you know what I told that girl before she left?â
An involuntary snarl crossed Lexaâs lips at the thought of the nosy girl from the party. Clarke kissed it away with a chuckle. âI told her she could never fuck me the way you do.â
The growl that left Lexaâs lips was now playful, and she flipped them over, moaning as Clarke slipped out. âWhat about I remind you of that?â Lexa said breathlessly, leaning down to bite Clarkeâs lip.
I finally started posting the Locker Room AU on AO3!
It's called The Locker Room. I'll be posting all the snippets from here on Tumblr after I edit them a little bit - turns out that when you type and post without reading it, there ends up being a few spelling and grammar issues đ
Read here.
There is no plot to speak of, just smut đ
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