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The Games is finished over at AO3

Hey all,

The final chapter of The Games was just posted over at AO3. I do plan on posting the remaining chapters of here eventually for folks that don’t use that platform, but for the time being, if you want to read the rest of the story, it’s over there.

The Games: Chapter 13

Lexa ran her fingers over the Korean characters on the menu, compulsively fiddling with her shirt as she gazed at the awkward English translations below each item. She gazed down at her outfit, cursing herself for not having included more nonathletic clothing in her suitcase. As things stood, Lexa had packed only a single pair of jeans. As for shirts, her team Canada flannel had been the only option that had not had a hood and a drawstring. She had rounded out the look with her least beat up v-neck and a pair of snow boots. Her hair was down, tamed, and straightened for once, and her face betrayed the subtlest hint of makeup. She hadd gone over the look at least ten times before leaving her dorm room, resigned that it was probably the best she could do on short notice in a foreign country.

The Games: Chapter 12

The dream was the same as always, darkness and the sound of glass shattering followed by silence and the terrible sting of the cold night air. The wind bit at her nose and cheeks and something pressed down on her shoulder, crushing her tiny body with its weight.

Lexa woke with a start, her senses slowly returning as she peered around the dark space. The shades were down, but sunlight slipped in through the cracks, casting eerie shadows across the room and illuminating the blurry figure hovering over her. She rubbed her eyes, her vision finally focusing on the frowning face of Raven Reyes, who knelt over the bed, clutching twin paper cups of dining hall coffee. She placed one of the cups on the bedside table and tilted her head toward the door of the room, which she disappeared through without a word.

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On Christmas

Clexa Family Christmas AU

It wasn’t the sound of the rain drumming on the roof and windows that woke her, nor was it the vibrating of her phone, which lay in the tangled mess of sheets, December 25th, 7:00 AM displayed boldly on its glowing face. Instead, it was laughter that shook the blonde from her sleep. The sound spread itself through the house, carried on a wave of music being played much louder than the early morning hour justified. It drifted down hallways, crept up staircases, and floating through the crack in her bedroom door, whispering in Clarke’s ear that her life was waiting for her.

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On Saturdays

It was not the alarm, or the sunlight pouring through the windows that woke her, but the sound of the rain as it pounded on the roof and windows. Lexa stretched, rubbing her legs against the soft sheets of the bed. She curled herself around the body next to her, rubbing her hands over the supple curves of hips and breasts, as she kissed the smooth skin of her wife’s back. She smiled, inhaling the faint scent of soap and moisturizer that clung to Clarke, sweeter than any perfume.

Lexa rubbed her feet against Clarke’s, humming contentedly. It was finally Saturday, and after a work week full of meeting, deadlines, on-call and seemingly endless shifts, Lexa finally had her wife to herself. Lexa lived for Saturdays. She reveled in being able to lie in bed with Clarke, with no thoughts wasted on alarm clocks, morning commutes or getting to work on time. Saturdays were reserved exclusively for them, for slow, soft kisses that went on for hours, and lovemaking that paid no mind to schedules. Saturdays were Lexa’s Sabbath, and Clarke’s body, the temple at which she worshiped. Worshiping properly took as long as it took on Saturdays.

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The Goal

No-one spoke a word after the game, too filled with anger and disappointment to bother with idle conversation. The locker room was as silent as a funeral as the girls filed in one-by-one, eyes downcast, faces sullen. Slowly, and with none of the typical post have revelry; they began changing out of their uniforms. Here and there, a few sniffles could be heard as seniors fought back their tears and clutched at the treasured orange and black jerseys they’d worn for the final time.

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Bedroom Window

Prompt: Hey I love you’re writing!!! I was thinking you could write a story where Clarke and Lexa are in high school and live next door to each other, and one night Lexa accidentally sees Clarke changing through her bedroom windows! Thanks!!!!!

The summer had gone rogue, running roughshod over June and July, and strangling the whole of mid-Atlantic in the chokehold of a terrible and relentless humidity. By August, those who had waited patiently for the season to raise the white flag of surrender found their hopes dashed, as the temperatures climbed even higher, and the brutal heat wave gave every indication that it intended to poke its ass into September. In Martin’s Addition, Md., the thick, oppressive heat sent most people scrambling off to air-conditioned rooms, and dark, cold basements, desperate to find relief from the weather. However, as a new school year loomed sullen and ominous on the horizon, the village’s younger residents clung desperately to the last vestiges of their liberty, braving the stifling heat to squeeze the final precious ounces of freedom from their summer. All of them, save one.

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Clean-Cut

Prompt: “After saving the world Bellamy and Clarke decide to visit the Arkadia Salon and get some haircuts as a way to start fresh!”

The long and winding procession of travelers stumbled through the semi-darkness of the forest, half on their way to sleep or, in the cases of the children tucked protectively into the arms of weary parents, already there. As the gentle rain that had been falling all night ceased, and the damp fog of morning began to break, the first few individuals broke the tree line. There, on the other side of the field was their final destination, Arkadia. Her gate remained open, as it had when the great migration to Polis had begun, revealing the empty city within. Steam was rising from the corrugated tin roofs of the building, and an eerie stillness permeated the whole of the camp, save for the few small predators who scurried about, scavenging to uncover abandoned food stores.

As Bellamy made his way into the camp, he noticed that the ramshackle door of a nearby produce locker had been clawed away, a trail of rotting fruit leading away into the woods. He sighed, shifting the young boy he was carrying and handing him down to his mother. He locked his fingers together and flipped his hands over, stretching his arms above his head. The child had been too tired to continue walking on the long march back to Polis, and after watching his mother strung to keep hold of him, Bellamy had offered to take the boy the rest of the way. Though he hadn’t been heavy, Bellamy’s arms ached from carrying him through the long, cold night. He winced as he rolled his shoulders, trying to work out the knots that had formed in his neck and back.

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Halloween: Part 2 of 2

“How…”

The girls both turned as an enormous figure entered the kitchen, efficiently derailing Lexa’s train of thought. The giant gentleman was clad in a full-length tropical dress and wore an outlandish, fruit-covered head wrap atop a face plastered in elaborate makeup. Unabashed by the dumbfounded girls, he sashayed into the kitchen as though it were the most natural thing in the world, opening the fridge and filling his glass with Pinot Grigio. “I don’t see the costume I bought for you, Anya.” His tremendously bassy voice provided a sharp contrast to his appearance.

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Halloween: Part 1 of 2

A Clexa Star Wars Halloween AU

“Oh, honey, you look so cute!”

Lexa rolled her eyes as her mother approached, camera in hand, ready to capture every moment of the awkward humiliation she’d agreed to suffer through.

“Mom… Please, don’t.”

It was too late. Lexa’s mother was already snapping pictures as Aden danced around, overjoyed to be out of school and in costume, free to fully inhabit the role of a tiny Darth Vader.

“Lexa! Lexa! Look at me!”

He pranced around, nearly bouncing off the walls with frantic energy, his nervous excitement palpable as he ran up and down the hallway, wielding his red lightsaber wildly.

As overstimulated as she felt by the chaos of it all, Lexa couldn’t help but smile at her little brother, secretly acknowledging what a miracle it was he had so much energy to spare. Only a year earlier, they’d been celebrating Halloween from the confines of an isolated hospital room, Aden’s chemotherapy having weakened his immune system to nearly nothing. Lexa remembered holding the exhausted, hairless boy as he’d stare sadly out his window, watching as other children ran around in costume and prepared for the night’s revelry.

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The Games: Chapter 12

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The Games: Chapter 11

Lexa jogged down the cavernous hallway of the Gangneung Ice Center, narrowly avoiding collisions with the swarm of spectators still flowing out of the rink. Here and there, people pointed at her, murmuring feverishly as they realized who had just brushed past them, but Lexa ignored their excitement. She was a woman on a mission, too preoccupied with the task at hand to stop and humor. At a set of heavy metal doors, she slowed, flashing her access pass to the uniformed men who stood guarding the entrance to the player area. Darting through she ran headlong into a gaggle of American players toting sticks and heavy gear bag. Lexa strained to pick up their murmured conversation as they passed.

“Do you think Clarke’s really ok?”

“She says she’s fine.”

“Did Coach have Jackson checker her out?”

“She said she didn’t need him to.”

“All I know is she was limping badly when she came off the ice.”

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The Games: Chapter 10

Echo spit a mouthful of blood and crushed ice chips onto the jack-o-lantern face of the rink. The game should have been an effortless one for the defending gold medalists, but after Canada had scored its third goal, twenty-one minutes into the game, the play had descended into the kind of savagery characteristic of an opposing team with nothing to lose and everything to prove. Finland had still lost the game by five points, but after three periods the ice was hacked to bits, carved into fresh powder, and loose debris by the sharpened blades of Bauers and CCM skates. The defenseman wiped at the remains of the sanguineous saliva dribbling down her chin, wincing at the way the swollen laceration on her lower lip throbbed.

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The Games: Chapter 8

The shrill squeal of the referee's steel whistle ran in her ears as Lexa dropped the puck to the ice. She watched as the man in the striped shirt called no goal, pointing towards the face-off circle. Less than three minutes to go in the third period, and with Echo and Co. continuing their silent refusal to help Lexa in front of the net, the goalie couldn't wait for the game to be over. The whistle blew again, the puck dropped, and the gameplay exploded to life once more.

The Czech team fought desperately for control of the puck, scrapping for every break they got as they strived to replicate the American team's feat of scoring on the indomitable Canadian goaltender. Early on in the game, they had kept their play respectably enough, but with the score up 5-0 and beyond any hope of winning, their sportsmanship had disintegrated to the level of a street fight, and the biased referee showed no intention of reigning them in before the final buzzer.

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The Curve: Preseason

Preseason

Just before sunrise, the dimly light field seemed all but abandoned. Then, a swish of netting and the clink of metal hog rings echoed through the vast emptiness, betraying the presence of the ballpark’s sole occupant. As dawn began to break, the young pitcher allowed herself a moment to rest, watching the sun as it came up. Something about the way the light poured in over the top of the outfield wall, casting scattered beams across the silent, cavernous grandstand, made the ballpark seem like an empty cathedral. Indeed, mornings like that one were as close as it came to church for Lexa. The mound of earth beneath her was her center of worship, her confession booth, the place where she came to exercise all of her existential uncertainty. She ran a forearm across her sweaty brow and reveled in the feeling of the morning breeze as it soothed her hot skin. "Thank g-d it’s still April,“ she thought, "at least it’s not humid yet.”

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The Games: Chapter 7

Lexa woke first. She strained against consciousness, fighting for a few more moments of sleep until her outstretched arm found purchase around the body next to her, and suddenly Lexa was very awake, her memory returning in technicolor as snapshots of the evening with Clarke flickered through her mind.

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Cold Snap: Chapter 4

October 26th, 10:15 PM NZST:

“I think you should consider it.”

Clarke threw rolled up gauze at Wells. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

The taller boy swatted the refuse away, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Clarke, you’ve spent the past seven years putting everyone else’s needs before your own.”

“So what?” She shook her head, recounting the prepackaged bandages and iodine swabs in the cabinet.

“So, this is an opportunity to think about yourself for once.”

When Clarke didn’t reply, Wells hopped off the exam table, making his way over to the supply cabinet she was inventorying.

“Lexa is obviously into you.” He leaned in, placing a hand on top of hers. “There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun. You could keep it casual.”

Clarke finally gave up on the inventory, abandoning her task for the moment. She took a seat, leaning back against the cabinet as she stared defeatedly at her friend. “Wells, I’m not casual. I’ve never been casual.”

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