Clexa Fantasy

Just a Clexa Fan falling more and more in love with Clarke and Lexa with every fiction I read and write.

[clexafantasy]

New Clexa Fic

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Just Kissing “I’m so sorry, he’s not so talkative during the movie, I assure you,” Lexa said, explaining her son to Clarke and Octavia. “Don’t worry about it,” Clarke said. “He’s adorable.” Lexa smiled. The lights went down low and Clarke hoped that the boy wasn’t a talkative one. “Don’t worry about it?” Octavia whispered to Clarke. “You hate talkative kids at the movies,” Octavia reminded her. “Shhhh, he’s cute,” Clarke whispered. Completely not wanting to mention how cute she thought his mom was.

Clarke was able to focus on most of the movie. But at one point, when she reached for her drink, it wasn’t there. Then she looked to her right and saw the boy sipping on his drink. Only, it wasn’t his, his drink was still in the holder on his right, between him and his mom.

(PS: Don't let the title fool you)

[h1tsme-deactivated20241107]

walmart chanel

[clexafantasy]

So true!

[lexa-griffins]

Melting Inside Loving Fires

or: the MILF Lexa AU no one asked for | clexaweek23 Day 7 - Free Day

At forty years old with two children and a divorce under her belt, elementary school teacher Lexa believes the romance chapter of her life is sealed shut. That is until Clarke, an impossibly too flirty art therapist, moves to the apartment next door. Oh, if only she wasn’t thirteen years younger.

Read on AO3 | A doodle of Lexa and her kids

She’s rummaging through her bag, hoping and praying she didn’t leave anything important inside when a disembodied yell is thrown in her direction.

“Hey, watch out!”

Lexa snaps her head in its direction, face contorting in confusion as she tries to find the source of the voice. However, it doesn’t take long for the warning to make sense. One second she’s standing, walking, and the next she is on the floor, ass hitting the carpeted floor of the hallway with force.

From where she stands in her doorway, Clarke’s eyes widen as she watches her new neighbour tumble to the ground, the box of trinkets she holds forgotten on the floor as she scrambles to get to the woman on the floor, cursing herself.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry! It’s totally my fault, I keep leaving them all over the damn place.”

From her spot on the floor, the woman groans slightly before she dismisses her apology with a quick wave of her hand, “It’s fine, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Nearly stumbling over the exact same box, Clarke rushes to the woman's side, mentally cursing herself. It is entirely her fault and she’s annoyed that this is how she’s officially meeting the neighbours, with a hazardous hallway filled with IKEA boxes she cannot bring inside by herself without risking never seeing her security deposit again.

When the woman doesn’t stand up right away, instead looking around her own legs, long brown hair covering her features, Clarke fears she might have caused a sprained ankle or a broken leg. Shit.

"You're not hurt are you?"

Seemingly happy with her assessment, the woman looks up at her and Clarke's heart skips a couple beats. She doesn’t think gorgeous begins to describe the woman looking up at her.

Read it on AO3

A big thank you to @anonymous-red-506 for beta reading this :D

[butmakeitgayblog]

The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To (Is When I'm Only With You)

Chapter 10

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"What do you dream of?"

The light chirp of birds mingled with the tinkling of a wind chime, the notes of a surely forgotten melody caught in the breeze somewhere off in the distance. A warm gust wound through the thrown open window and ran up her back, ruffling the sheets slung low on sleep-heavy hips. 

Time didn't matter there in the cocoon of linen and tangled limbs; with bellies pressed against bellies and thighs slotted between thighs.

"What makes you think I dream of anything?"

"Because I know you."

Arm resting lazy across the jut of her girlfriend's collarbone, she twirled a wayward curl of blonde between her fingers.

"Now?" Lexa whispered. "You."

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Read on AO3

[sauntering-down]

i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

[seasnailglass]

can this post please back up it’s too close to home

[alexseanchai]

I had five ideas, I wrote two, now I have seven

[bisexualbaker]

Listen. They’re called “plot bunnies” for a reason, and it’s not just because they hop around all over your brain demanding attention.

[redsixwing]

🎶99 fanfic ideas on my blog

99 fanfic ideas~

Take one down, pass it around

137 fanfic ideas on my blog🎶

[sevdrag]

this post walked into my house and kicked in my ribs

[cos-mix]

You’ve heard of

Netflix And Chill

Now get ready for

Sleep Deprivation And Fanfiction ™

[clexafantasy]

Clexa poll. Go vote on Twitter.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[nerdishpursuits-deactivated2024]

she is beauty, she is power, she will kick you off her tower

[femaleheroes]

[clexafantasy]

I sense gay activity

[clexafantasy]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A new GP Lexa Fic! Enjoy. (please read the tags before reading the fic)

[clexafantasy]

Lexa can read Clarke's mind in this fiction. Here's a snippet.

Lexa smiled. She rubbed Clarke's back fondly, helping the girl relax. When Clarke began to yawn too much. Lexa figured she overstayed her visit. She kissed Clarke on the forehead to grab her attention and then excused herself to wash the dishes, no matter how much Clarke told her not to.

But because she was stubborn, Clarke just walked up to her and wrapped her arms around her waist from behind, resting against Lexa's back.

Clarke: Stop, come hold me again

Lexa: Clarke, you're sleepy. Don't you want to get to bed

Clarke: Mmmpphhh

Lexa didn't understand the expression but Clarke made that sound into her back. She giggled. When she was done washing and drying the dishes. She turned around and kissed Clarke on her lips, slowly and softly. When she opened her eyes.

Clarke's mind: Stay with me tonight?

Lexa almost answered Clarke's thoughts. But then stopped herself.

Lexa put a strand of hair behind Clarke's ear.

Lexa: You must be very tired, Clarke. You should get some rest.

Clarke buried her face into Lexa's collarbone.

Clarke: Mmmphhhh

Lexa was beginning to love these little tantrums. It was so Clarke. She pulled Clarke's arms from around her and held her hands.

Lexa: If you need anything, you call me okay, anything at all.

Clarke's mind: Stay

Clarke: How are you gonna get home so late?

Lexa: I'll take a cab, don't worry about me. Read the full story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36856702/chapters/91949710

[amyackxrs]

the danvers sisters can… and will 😤

( incorrect supergirl 4/? )

[clexafantasy]

Snippet from the next GP Lexa fic (Should be uploaded this weekend)

It was 7 am when Lexa woke up, she immediately sensed the hard-on she had going. She looked down at her crotch and then quickly looked toward Clarke’s bed, she noted the girl was asleep, so she quickly made her way to the bathroom.

She looked into the mirror and rubbed her face. Memories of the dream she had were coming back to her.

[just-love12]

WHY do I still feel this way about CLEXA after so many years???

[ladyflowerm]

💚❤💚Leska kom Trikru❤💚❤

❤💚❤Commander Lexa💚❤💚

[clexafantasy]

What GP Lexa fic would you like to read next?

Option 1: It's Lexa's first time shooting a porno so she's super nervous. Luckily, Clarke's a veteran so she helps her with their scene. (Suggested by someone on AO3) Option 2: Both Clarke and Lexa are virgins and hook up together at their first college party. (Suggested by someone on AO3) Option 3: Clarke and Lexa are roommates at college. Lexa is shy, but her sleep-talking betrays her.