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[butmakeitgayblog]

Do you have or care to share any thoughts on the way Canon Clarke's body might change with her time on earth? Growing stronger physically, eating better or worse than in the ark? The way Lexa reacts to those changes 👀

You talked once about how Medusa!Lexa's body changes throughout the year depending on the season and how Clarke will notice it, I would love to know if you have any thoughts like that for canon clexa :D

Ya know this might be a point of contention, but I actually don't think Clarke would ever like... bulk up. Or become much leaner than she ever was. Just cuz I mean, Clarke is so not doing drills 🥴 she is not going to do training. She is so not taking on a "warrior's lifestyle" by any stretch of the imagination. Like I genuinely think if ever faced with any offer for something like that, her reaction would just be pure

So I don't particularly see her ever changing a whole lot except for the natural progression of age. She came to earth with the dream of being able to exist and start a new life, and while the ground has consistently thrown her nothing but bullshit and violent curveballs, I think in the times of peace and general non-chaos, she'd enjoy life and what the ground has to offer. I believe that she'd step foward in the sort of vaccum of power left after Pike's fall and push to broker more peaceful relations. And as those relations between the newly aligned Skaikru and the rest of the kongeda evolved, she'd make it a point to brazenly and publicly indulge and appreciate what the differing clans have to offer.

So really what I think canon Lexa would appreciate the most is the evolution of Clarke as a worldly person. What I think she herself would indulge (with a rigidly straight face) is Clarke's little moans as she tries a particularly sweet treat from one clan, and then have to bite her lip to keep from laughing while Clarke's eyes water as she chokes down a rather strong tasting offering from another. I think she'd enjoy hearing Clarke's Trig evolve. The nuances of her accent and watching the way her mouth curls around every new word.

Mostly I think she'd fall in love again and again watching Clarke grow into herself as a person on the ground. Clarke kom Skaikru, kom Polis, kom Earth. The ever-changing evolution of her complicated identity. Settling into her role among the clans. Her position of power. Embracing her strength and forgiving herself for her weaknesses in a way that only becomes easier with age.

I will say physically tho, I absolutely do see Lexa repeatedly becoming Feral as Clarke ages. That noodle armed little nerd would continually lose her collective shit every time shw stops to just Notice her lover 👀. Like Clarke's hair growing lighter and lighter with each passing summer until one day she realizes she's been sleeping next to a bonafide silver vixen for awhile now 🫦.

One day having her breath taken away when Clarke really truly smiles one of her big bright smiles, and all at once she sees the effect of her laugh lines. The striking lines that crinkle out from her eyes.

An afternoon spent reading in silence as Clarke draws; one hand holding her book, the other tangled with Clarke's own. Feeling how soft and delicate the skin on the back of her hand has gotten compared to the first time she held it so many years ago.

Clarke tsking barely an inch from her face as she cleans a cut sliced right through Lexa's eyebrow. Lexa barely even hearing her chiding, "Well. This is gonna leave a scar. Good job," because the sting from the ointment made her hands instinctively squeeze and, oh... oh... Clarke's hips feel fuller under her palms than she remembers... mmmmmmm...

The rest of her meetings get cancelled that day.

So I guess that's my answer. I see Lexa more reacting to the novelty and excitement of getting to grow older with Clarke, and experiencing all these different eras of her lover.

[lexa-griffins]

Yes yess, light au please, im in the mood for canon au 🥹🥹

Okay okay, so I think I've talked about Clarke’s anxiety with the baby before.

Clarke isn't the most kid friendly person you know? And although she was the one who brought up kids as a serios thing, the truth is, she has spent most of Lexa's pregnancy with this buried anxiety that when the baby comes, she won't love her - or even worst, the baby won't love her.

She knows logically that the baby will be highly attatched to Lexa at first of course, but what if she just hates Clarke? What if when she holds the baby all she does is cry and squirm away from her?

What if their baby can tell she is not a good person at all deep down?

And Lexa had managed to soothe some of these worries always good at keeping Clarke's anxieties away. Even as silly as Clarke's "she's not biologically mine. Maybe she wont even get that I'm her mom too" to which Lexa is quick to reply "if she is half me than she will love you fully Clarke".

And then Elaina is born. And the uproar around her birth has died down in their room, now just Lexa napping and Elaina and Clarke. Just this little bundle in Clarke's arms as she rocks her still awkwardly, hyper aware of every sway of her body, every step, every little breath Elaina let's out. This little person has no real idea who Clarke is yet. Maybe she does not love Clarke at all, for the brief moments she's been fully awake only desiring Lexa's hold.

However, Clarke realizes she can do it. Love is stronger than whatever anxiety had been growing inside of her.

Because she loves her more than anything else.

And spirits know what Clarke Griffin wont do for the people she loves. Even if one days it means she'll see her the way clarke does anytime she looks in the mirror.

In many ways her and Lexa are one in the same. But perhaps Clarke is always more scared of the ways they are different. Because Lexa promised to change and soften every edge of hers for Elaina. However, Clarke realizes now that for Elaina, she will sharpen every edge of her being if it means keeping her safe.

[wanhedasdaggerweek]

Clarke and Lexa are neighbors, Clarke is maybe a little older than Lexa (maybe dilf), Lexa has a job that makes her travel a lot, when she comes back, she's always missing something for cooking, some salt, some olive oil, a lemon- whatever you can imagine. Clarke has always being so nice, always welcoming and asking Lexa how it all went and lending her whatever she's missing. One night Lexa is with her friends, wasted and telling them about her hot neighbor, they convince her to go over and use a pick-up line on her about the very specific ingredient she's missing 👀🍆

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[sassymajesty]

Welcome back! 😊 let's talk about it's what's inside... what was your favorite part? (Aside from Nikki obviously 😝

when i tell you i got stumped trying to think of anything that wasn't nikki 🧍🏻‍♀️ i'm just a simple lesbian

but i really loved how they used the colored lenses thing brooke showed them at dinner to show who they were inside. during round one, when the actual windows become red? cinema 🤌🏻

the acting was also fucking solid. alycia was fucking incredible and carried the movie in my humble opinion. but everyone acted their asses off. it's a relatively short film and we didn't get to know many people, but you KNEW what body cyrus was in within three words

shelby's whole arc was incredible too. she deserved better than that goddamn imp. and watching her spit his own words back at him healed something in me. of course, my personal opinion, the best revenge would have been for her to run away with the girlie he wanted so much. but alas, we can't always get what we want

what about you, what was your favorite part?

[bottom-lexa]

Firefighter!Clarke and Paramedic!Lexa? 👀👀👀

omg i thought i answered this but guess not. okay so its lowkey inspired by the gay firefighter show but anyways sO

Lexa is a paramedic with the 214 of either LAFD or FDNY (i'm leaning towards LAFD because i have done about 124 episodes worth of research into them). She's very good at her job, more on the reserved side. Everyone at the firehouse loves her, she's just super lovable without even trying to be. Has this dry sense of humour and everyone things she's soooo serious but really, lexa just needs to be given one chance and she will be silly. she has a kid. aden is 8 and her whole entire world.

Clarke is a new firefighter joining the 214. she spent most of her twenties traveling and making bad decisions. and for a while tried to enlist in the army but she is incredibly bad at taking orders. but she's always had this need within her to do something good. so realizing she needs to settle down and actually make something of herself, she becomes a firefighter. clarke has a big personality, she's loud, she makes rash decisions, but she is good at her job too (still learning, but good nonetheless).

at first lexa isn't the biggest fan of clarke. she's too full of herself. she's too loud. she makes too many jokes. she can't be serious. and lexa is also mad at herself for being so stupidly attracted to her. clarke shamelessly flirts with lexa anyways, (she kinda does with everyone with a pulse because that's the only way she knows to talk to people) and lexa pretends to be annoyed by clarke sees the way her cheeks get all red.

[vmplvr1977]

Hi! For the Drabble List would you like to do 6 and 7? Maybe a funny and horny moment? Have fun!

Okay, so this one got away with me. I know you said funny and horny, but my mind went elsewhere. Hope you enjoy it!

"Are you enjoying the party, Ms? " The woman's voice took Clarke by surprise and she turned to see the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on. 

Alexandria Woods, or the Commander, was by far the most powerful woman in the city, possibly the west coast. Lauded as the Queen of Crime, Alexandria was feared by all, even those in smaller, lesser known circles like Clarke's. Getting a job from the Commander was a sign you'd made it in the underworld and Clarke could only dream of reaching that high one day. 

"Griffin," she answered, trying to hold back her smile. "I am enjoying myself. Thank you, Ms. Woods. You have a beautiful home."

"I built it for the love of my life." Alexandria answered, gazing around the house with loving eyes. There was no concealing her pride in her home, and rightfully so. 

The Woods' mansion sat on a ridge overlooking the ocean. It boasted a large open floor plan with six bedrooms, an Olympic size pool with a water slide and amenities most people could only dream of having. Clarke spent twenty minutes browsing the art gallery before Raven filled her earpiece with explicatives, telling her to get her head in the game. But Clarke couldn't help it. She'd always dreamed of a house like this one. 

"She designed it years ago on a napkin," the commander continued. "We always dreamed of living here together."

"She's a lucky woman." Clarke offered. 

Alexandria was known as an immensely private person. She never had a plus-one at parties. Never divulged names of her lovers and was never caught on camera with anyone other than her bodyguards. Still, based on her words, it was plain Alexandria was deeply in love. 

"I'm the lucky one." Alexandria smiled brightly. 

"You must really love her." Clarke gulped down her anxiety. 

What was wrong with her? She was on a job. The job. The one that would make or break Clarke's lifelong goal. Yet she was speaking to Alexandria Woods about true love. Already, she could hear Raven's voice in her mind, telling her to get over it and focus on work. 

"I love her more than anything or anyone. She is the bravest, strongest, smartest and the most beautiful woman that's ever walked this Earth. I will love no one else the way I love her."

"Ms. Woods, the guest you wished to speak with, has arrived." An enormous man offered from behind them, and Alexandria's whimsical expression fell. 

"If you'll excuse me, Ms. Griffin," Alexandria replied, dipping her head and then heading inside. 

The blonde took a deep breath and closed her eyes to center herself. She wasn't expecting Alexandria fucking Woods to approach her and the woman's presence took the blonde's mind off her task. She was so stunning in her dress and the way Alexandria's hair fell over her shoulders … Nope. Focus, Griffin. 

Clarke scanned the crowd, taking careful note of each guest present, and stopped when she found her mark. The music changed to a current pop favorite, and the guests swarmed the dance floor, including the target. The blonde crossed the room, weaving in and out of the crowd, then bumped lightly into him.

"My bad…" Clarke offered, and the man shrugged, then continued dancing. The blonde walked nonchalantly toward the exit and out to the driveway, just as her black sedan pulled up. The valet driver gave her a curt nod and a smile as she drove off.

"Holy shit, you made that look easy, Griff!" Raven offered over Clarke's earpiece and the blonde shrugged.

"Job's not done yet, Rae. We can celebrate after I do the hand off with Miller."

"Yeah, yeah. I was holding my breath big time when I saw the Queen of Crime talking to you. Could you imagine how loaded we'd be if we landed some jobs from the fucking commander?" 

Raven was plainly thinking years into the future. This job was an entry-level gig, meant for small-time thieves. There wasn't a chance it would gain the attention of Alexandria Woods. Hell, that the commander even stopped to talk to Clarke had her heart hammering in her chest. What if the diamond burning a hole in Clarke's pocket belonged to the Woods family? What would Alexandria do if she learned Clarke was the one to steal it?

No. She couldn't think like that. If the diamond belonged to the commander, not even Clarke would be able to touch it. Do the job and go home, Griff.

"Enough, Rae. Focus, we have a job to do." Clarke redirected. "I'm pulling up to the docks now."

"You got it, Princess."

"Ms. Griffin, right on time. I gotta say, you're making quite a name for yourself." Miller offered as he stepped from the shadows.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clarke narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"I mean, you've gotten the attention of the powers that be."

"What can I say? They underestimated us." Clarke grinned as she reached in her purse and handed over the diamond.

"Us?" Nate narrowed his eyes. 

"Me and my team," Clarke shrugged. "I've been telling you how badass we are and no one seems to listen."

"We're listening now, Griffin. The boss wants to meet you." Nate replied. 

"Unh-uh, I don't do higher ups and you know it, Nate. I make plenty of money working with lowlifes, like yourself." There was a reason for Clarke's hesitation. Or rather, feigned hesitation.

Clarke grew up in this world. Her father was a big time fixer who worked for Alexandria Wood's father. While it made the Griffins loads of money, it inevitably led to his death. The last time she spoke to her father, Jake made her promise to stay away from the Woods' family and any family like them. Never meet the bosses, only the middlemen. Because once they know your face, you're fucked.

But this wasn't just a job for her. No, this was revenge and by the looks of it, it was working. Nia Eis murdered Clarke's father and if this went the way she planned, the Ice Queen would be dead by morning. 

"Boss doesn't make requests, Clarke. She would prefer it if you came willingly. But I've been authorized to use force. Be smart about this, kid. If you come quiet, she'll be less likely to see you as a threat." Nate said as four more guards appeared on the docks behind her. 

"Oh shit, the Ice Queen does not mess around, Griff." Raven was plainly as nervous as Clarke, if not more so. "People who meet her directly are never seen again. Well, everyone but her family, that is."

Clarke nearly ran. This wasn't at all how this was supposed to go. There were too many guards, and Clarke was unarmed. But one glance at Miller found him reaching for his gun. Behind him, two more men stepped from the shadows. They were dressed in black and had gloves on. One had a black bag in his hand, while the other was opening a small box that had god knows what inside.

"Fine, I'll go willingly." Clarke conceded, praying they didn't check her too thoroughly. She had poison stashed in her purse, meant for Nia.

"Good, you'll fit in just fine with that attitude. Hope you don't get seasick. It's the boss' ship and she won't thank you if you barf in it," Miller replied, motioning for the others to stand down.

"I'll keep that in mind." She gulped, then glanced over their shoulders at the docks. It was dark, with low lighting and no sign of other people. If they wanted her dead, there would be no witnesses, other than Raven, who was across town.

But Nate shook his head. "Before we take off, I need you to undress."

"Excuse me?" Her eyes flew wide in astonishment.

"Nothing personal, Griffin, but we can't take any security risks. Down to your underwear."

"And here I thought you just wanted to gawk at my tits. I should warn you ahead of time that my teammates are listening in. My father always told me to never do a job alone, so I always work with an extra set of eyes and ears." Clarke shrugged and then unzipped her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground. Miller's nostrils flared, and he narrowed his eyes at the wire taped to the blonde's body.

"You might be the stupidest cop ever." Nate replied behind gritted teeth. "Do you know who you're messing with?"

"I'm not a cop. I'm a thief and a damned good one, thank you very much. You said it yourself, I'm getting attention and I do jobs for the richest cartel on the planet. I'd be an idiot not to use a team with the jobs I take and it's how I could give you that diamond." Clarke ripped the wire off and pulled out her earpiece, then tossed them in the water. "Shall we go see your boss?" The blonde raised an eyebrow and gave Miller a confident smirk, who clenched his jaw.

"You just might die tonight, Griffin, and you're standing there like you don't have a care in the world. The boss may like your confidence, but that won't stop her from killing you. Remember that."

"I will." Clarke gulped back her escalating anxiety. 

Without clothes or her purse, she would have to alter her plan. Surely there would be something aboard the yacht she could use to kill the Ice Queen. But then Clarke would have to escape. How would she manage that with a few dozen guards three times her size? She was good, but not that good. 

"Get on board, your clothes stay here." Miller kicked her dress into the water and then gestured for her to board the yacht first. The staff was preparing beverages and food on the deck with a half moon couch. The blonde took a seat and looked at the glass of champagne that was handed to her cautiously.

"I take it I'm about to go for a nap?" This was a shitshow. How was she going to get out of this mess?

"Yep. Don't worry, the boss has a sense of honor, so she won't kill you in your sleep."

"That makes me feel so much better, thank you," Clarke replied sarcastically, and rolled her eyes before downing the champagne in a single gulp.

"You're quite the brave one, aren't you?" One of the hulking men offered with a chuckle. 

"I'm going to see the Ice Queen … dead or alive. I'm fucked either way. If she lets me live, I'm stuck doing jobs for her for the rest of my... Damn … this shit really... kicks…" Clarke blinked slowly. Her entire world just became lopsided. Her limbs felt heavy, and she had trouble seeing.

"Who said anything about the Ice Queen?" Nate smirked.

"Whaa…" The blonde slumped over and passed out before she could finish.

∞

The sun was up when the blonde awoke in a large, soft bed and she looked around the room groggily. Standing to her left was Alexandria Woods, looking breathtakingly beautiful and like she was about to give Clarke the lecture of a lifetime. Great.

"We agreed you wouldn't do business with the Ice Queen … ever!" Lexa began, her worry etched across her features.

Clarke groaned. "Not so loud, Lex. Whatever date rape drug your douchebag lackeys gave me left me with a massive fucking headache."

"I get you want to make her pay for what she did to your father, but seeing her face-to-face?! Do you actually believe that your friends could save you? Don't you realize that you'd be dead if that boat went to Nia instead of me? What were you thinking?" Lexa was rambling now, not that Clarke could blame her. 

Lexa was by far the most dangerous woman on the planet. But Clarke always lectured her when she put herself in harm's way. If Lexa had pulled what Clarke had just tried, the blonde would be livid. 

"I thought that I'm going to kill her, Lex, and I will do whatever it takes to do that." Clarke pinched the bridge of her nose to ward off the nausea and killer headache caused by the date rape drug she imbibed. 

"Clarke, it's too dangerous." Lexa knelt before her and took both of her hands. "Please, let me handle this … I can't lose you, my love. I'm not telling you to quit your job, because I know you love it. Just don't take jobs from Nia and no work in our home. Promise me."

"Fine, I promise no jobs for the Ice Queen or at home. It was a onetime gig, anyhow." Clarke lied, then changed the subject. "Thanks for nearly making me blow my cover earlier … it took everything I had to not jump you right then and there. You're such a romantic. Do you really love me that much?"

"All day, every day, Clarke. I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you." Lexa's features softened, and she leaned forward so their foreheads were resting together. "I nearly lost you."

"Never," Clarke let out a content sigh. "Besides, I knew if something happened, my badass girlfriend would show up to save the day."

"You don't know that." Lexa shook her head. "Nia is lethal, even to me. Which is why we do this my way."

"Fine."

"Promise?" Lexa gave her a scrutinous glare, knowing all too well how headstrong her girlfriend could be. 

Clarke expelled a heavy sigh. "Promise."

[rumispatterns]

Hi! Don't know if you've seen the little 10 years of clexa kisses thread going on? Writers posting their favorite kisses from their own works

I would love to see your favorite kisses that you've written! Or any new ones yoi may have 👀

OOOH I LOVE THIS!!

First kisses are always my favorite to write, so apologies that most of these are first kisses lol

answer under cut! one for each story where they already kissed (sorry, ‘no body no crime’ and ‘hold my crown (while i go down),’ you’ll get your moments!). Link to the stories in title

8. The Babysitter

mutual pining/high school crush au that was so fun to write!

“Hey, Lexa?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can you- what?” Lexa was taken aback. She had to make sure she heard that correctly.

“Can I kiss you?” Clarke asks again, calmly. “You don’t have to say yes,”

“I…” Lexa falters, at a loss for words. She couldn’t think straight, not with the way Clarke was looking at her with those eyes and that lip bite. God, Lexa wanted to bite it herself.

Clarke suddenly looks embarrassed, sitting up on the bed. “Um. Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. That was weird. Forget-“

“You can,” Lexa blurts out, Clarke’s mouth still open mid sentence. “Kiss me, I mean. If you still want to. Thank you for asking, by the way. Consent is always a good thing-“

“And you call me the dork,” Clarke grins as she pushes forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck and brings her in for a kiss.

7. More Than That

friends to lovers!! secret mutual pining!! ugh love it

“I love you,” she whispered quietly. She searched Lexa’s face for any reaction, to which she found none. She felt her heart crack. “I’m sorry. I ruined it. Please forget that I said anything. Better yet, forget that you’ve ever known me. Just throw your entire memory aw-“

Clarke shut up because Lexa decided to kiss her. It wasn’t like the ones when others were around, no. This one was slower, and softer. Lexa’s lips moved with a purpose, gently pressing against Clarke’s as if she was going to break her. She pulled away moments later, gazing into Clarke’s eyes.

“You just kissed me,” Clarke said blankley. “Why did you do that?

Lexa grinned, biting her lip. “Because I’ve loved you since we were thirteen, you dope”

6. The Lighthouse

the little mermaid first kiss to get your voice back. sucker for this

She decided to take the leap. Her head moved down swiftly, connecting her lips to Clarke’s.

Her body tingled with warmth, Clarke’s lips soft against her own. She felt hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Lexa’s brain felt like it was exploding. Clarke pulled back, before tilting her head and going back in. This felt right. Lexa’s gay brain turned into a pile of mush.

“Finally,”

Lexa agreed, smiling as she kissed Clarke again, and again, and again. It took a minute for her to register that that word was spoken out loud.

Lexa pulled back. Surely she imagined that, right? She looked at Clarke, whose lips were kiss-swollen and hair mussled. Clarke smiled at her widely and nodded, signalling that Lexa did not imagine that.

“Hi,” Clarke said, clear as a bell. Lexa’s mouth dropped open in pure shock. “I love you,”

5. you belong with me

my taylor swift au where Lexa professed her love to clarke on Jimmy Fallon so Clarke flies to new york to see her immediately after and they kiss in the rain

Clarke was overcome with emotion. Every one of Lexa’s songs were about her and her love for her. Clarke couldn’t help the huge smile that appeared on her face before she closed the distance between her and Lexa to meet the girl in a heated kiss. She kissed Lexa with all the passion she could muster, wanting to show the girl how much she meant to her and how touched she was from last night’s interview. Clarke swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance which she was soon granted, Lexa’s tongue shyly meeting hers. They kissed in the middle of the New York rainstorm, and to Clarke, it was perfect.

4. for the love of the gods

this one’s good cause lexa is supposed to be a celibate priestess and patron goddess clarke’s like NOT ON MY WATCH

Lexa felt a hand at the back of her neck and then the next thing she knew the stranger attached her lips to Lexa, surprising the priestess in more ways than one.

You need to stop this Lexa thought to herself, trying not to think of the softness and sweetness of the girl’s lips. You made a vow, this isn’t right

“You’re overthinking this,” the girl murmured against Lexa’s lips. “Stop. Just for once, don’t think,”

You didn’t have to tell Lexa twice.

She kissed back like it was her last time (because it might be) and she felt the girl grin, satisfied that Lexa decided to give in. The girl swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance that was soon granted by the brunette The girl’s hands threaded through Lexa’s hair, messing up the intricate braids that adored her hair, but Lexa didn’t care. She never knew kissing could feel this good.

3. So High School

I love this one cause Clarke thinks the kisses mean they’re best friends🤣 come on girl

“Well, Ontari is a second-year senior who probably takes steroids, and you’re just a scrawny sophomore,” Clarke smirks jokingly as she hooks her fingers in the collar of Lexa’s shirt. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll hit puberty someday,”

She leans forward to kiss Lexa, the brunette’s eyes fluttering closed when she feels Clarke’s lips meet hers. God, kissing Clarke had to be her favorite thing in the whole world.

“You’re your own harshest critic,” Clarke whispers as she pulls away, letting go of her hold on Lexa’s shirt collar and clasping the girl’s hands in her own. “Let me be your biggest cheerleader,”

2. secret recipe

first kiss for the helpless gay chef and idiot bisexual heiress

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Clarke continues when there’s a lack of response from Lexa. It doesn’t have to, but I want it to. I want it to mean everything.

“Clarke…” Lexa’s heart is pounding so hard she fears it may burst out of her chest. “Are you sure?”

More sure than anything.

“Yes,” Clarke answers instead, surging forward to connect their mouths in a soft kiss.

Clarke feels her heart exploding the moment their lips touched, and she melts into the kiss. Kissing Lexa felt different than kissing anyone else, but in the best way possible. It felt right. Like Clarke finally unlocked the secret to happiness, and it was kissing Lexa Woods.

1. royally screwed

as if anyone is surprised 😂 not their first kiss but the first one with ~feelings~

“It comes from a Norse myth,” Lexa tells her wife, her palms suddenly becoming sweaty. “You see, the son of Odin and Frigg, Baldur, started to have dreams of his death, so Frigg made all of the things on earth promise to not hurt her son. He was now said to be invincible, so the other gods took joy in throwing things at him.” Lexa was staring up at the mistletoe, avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “The mischief god, Loki, was jealous of how popular Baldur was, so he searched far and wide for something that could kill Baldur. He found out Frigg forgot a simple but deadly plant: mistletoe,”

“So he fashioned a spear with the mistletoe and convinced a blind god to throw it at Balder. Once the spear hit him, he died. Heartbroken, Frigg now made it a rule that mistletoe would be used for love, and that whenever someone encounters it they show an act of love; that’s why we kiss underneath it,” Lexa took this chance to look at Clarke, who was listening intently. Her bright blue eyes were staring at Lexa in wonder, causing the brunette to realize what her wife might think she implied.

“But um,” Lexa stumbled over her words. “That’s just a superstition. An old wives tale. It doesn’t mean we have to-“

“Lexa?” Clarke interrupted softly, a bemused look on her face. “Are you going to kiss me?”

Lexa felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes widened as she but her bottom lip nervously. “Am I allowed to?”

Clarke smirked as her eyes twinkled. “Come here,” she said, cupping Lexa’s face as she stepped closer and pressed her lips to her wife’s.

This kiss felt different.

It wasn’t at all like the two passionless ones they shared on their wedding day, it was soft. Innocent. A confirmation of the feelings that both of them had. Clarke felt her already flushed cheeks burn and her stomach swoop as Lexa’s plush lips moved lightly against hers, the feeling setting her on fire.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it should have been.

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

You changed your icon! Heda looks so pretty 🥰

It's spooky season and Heda knows it!!!