Have some angry (but oh god the tension) Clexa for your feed
(Going to take a bit of a break from posting AFTG stuff for a bit now. I'm hopefully gonna sell art prints at a con in a year, and I'm trying to get art from as many different fandoms as possible before then!)
Why did Clarke dismiss this drawing like it meant nothing? She knows that Madi drew it from Lexa's memories. Is this how they are showing that Clarke's finally moving on?
Clarke yelped at the sound of the front door slamming shut. Living in a magical house was sometimes overwhelming because ghosts and vampires and magical beings didn't care too much for treading lightly.
On more than one occasion, Clarke had to tell off a guest for waking baby Madi from her nap.
But this door slam she knew. And if she wasn't sure, the pounding footsteps up the stairs gave way to the fact that it was a slammed door of her teenage daughter coming home from school.
"Madi, door!"
"Sorry, mom!" She yelled down from her room.
Clarke rolled her eyes and chuckled at her kid. "Always so dramatic. She takes after her mama, I swear," she mumbled.
"Totally," a disembodied voice sounded from the oven. Clarke nearly shrieked.
"Jasper! Get out of the fucking oven!" She yelled.
"Yeah, Jasper," another voice said.
"You, too, Monty."
Jasper and Monty whined, but reluctantly appeared beside Clarke.
"What are you two idiots doing in my oven?"
"Duh," Jasper answered. "We're getting baked."
Clarke gaped at her idiotic friends. "Just, get out of my house."
"Come on! Clarke!" Monty whined.
"Out!" She pointed to the front door.
With a pout and an adorable scuffing of shoes on the tiles, Jasper and Monty disappeared from the kitchen.
"Children. All of them," Clarke huffed.
***
Clarke knocked on the doorframe of her daughter's room, trying to get the attention of the girl scribbling in her notebook while her clothes pulled themselves out of her closet for her to see. "What are you doing, honey?" She asked. “You came in in a bit of a tizzy.”
Madi sighed. "Aden and I are going to the Monster Mash dance."
"Oh that's great! It's about time," Clarke cheered.
Madi gave her mom a quizzical look and asked, "about time for what?"
"For you and…" Clarke paused and noted her daughter's depressed demeanor. "Who asked who?"
"Finn Jr. asked me."
Clarke tried not to gag. He was a Playboy like his father, unconcerned with anyone or anything but himself.
"Finn… junior?" Clarke stumbled over.
"Yeah," Madi sighed. "Aden asked Josie."
"Josephine Lightbourne?!"
Madi was surprised at the pitch of her mom's voice. “Yeah? She’s been really nice to him this year. I think she likes him.”
Clarke held the groan inside her chest. “You really are your mother’s daughter,” she laughed instead. “So, do you need help finding a dress?”
***
“I feel ridiculous,” Madi complained.
“You look beautiful, Mads,” Lexa said to her daughter.
“Oh, I know, but I feel ridiculous.”
Lexa let out a hard laugh at her daughter’s antics. “You’re totally your mother’s child. Confidence for days.”
Madi let her hands run along her black dress, her eyes dropping to the material. “Do you think Finn will like it?”
“Do you want him to?”
Madi shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t really care. I don’t even really want to go.”
Lexa sat at the edge of Madi’s bed and cuddled with her pillow. "Then why are you going?" She replayed the memory of her now-wife doing the same thing in highschool when Lexa asked Costia. She breathed a laugh through her nose at her kid following in her parents' footsteps. She just hoped that Finn Jr. wasn't as slimy as Finn Sr.
Madi shrugged again. "Aden said he asked Josie, and then Finn asked me, so…" she let her hands run along the line of her dress. "I mean, at least it's someone."
"Well, you can do whatever you want. There's no obligation to do anything Finn wants to do. You can leave whenever and dance with whoever, okay? Have fun. That's the point of the dance."
***
Turns out, Finn Jr. was just as slimy as his dad.
"Come on, Madi," he slurred, running his hand along Madi's cheek. "I'm your date. Just a small kiss, right here," he said, puckering his lips and tapping on them with his index finger. He hiccupped as he waited.
Madi scoffed and turned away from her date. Finn had gotten sloppily drunk within the first hour of the dance. "No, thanks."
Finn scowled at her. "I think you're forgetting that you're my date." He grabbed her arm and pulled her against his chest his breath stinking of alcohol.
"Get your hands off me," Madi hissed, her eyes burning holes into Finn's.
"Problem?" Finn was suddenly being pulled back by his shoulder by a pale hand.
He turned and flipped his shaggy hair at the much taller, but skinnier, Aden. Finn adjusted the black lapels on his white jacket, smoothing any creases that Aden caused. "Nope. All good here, right Madi?"
Madi just rolled her eyes. "I think I'm going to head home," she said. "I'm not feeling too well."
Aden cast a worried look to his best friend. "Are you sure?" He asked.
Madi nodded. She wasn't having any fun and Finn was a jerk and Aden was too busy dancing with Josephine to notice her.
And worst of all… Aden, in his dark blue tux and black shirt, looked good.
Josephine appeared behind Aden, pulling his hand to get him to go dance. He pulled away and told her he'd be right back.
"You want me to walk you home, Mads?" Aden asked, running his hands through his textured pompadour. He had asked Madi for advice on changing up his hairstyle for the school year, and when he agreed to the look she had chosen, she realized she was so not ready for it.
"No, I'm okay," Madi said. "Go enjoy your time with Josephine."
Aden's face fell.
Josephine yelled for his attention again, and Madi brushed past him, determined to leave before she did something stupid like face her suddenly flaring jealousy.
"Yeah, I got it from here, pal," Finn said. He patted Aden's shoulder as he chased after Madi, much to Aden’s annoyance.
***
"Whoa, hey, Madi, wait up!" Finn called as he raced down the steps. He hiccuped and stumbled to try and catch up to her.
When he finally caught her at the bottom of the stairs, he spun her around, keeping a firm grasp on her arm. "Where are you going?"
"Home. Goodnight Finn," she said, trying to tug her arm free.
"I'll take you home," he said with a sly smile.
"No, I'm okay," Madi insisted.
"I don't think you understand," Finn said, squeezing harder on her arm. "I'm taking you home," he hiccuped again.
"Let go of me, you slimy prick." Madi tugged her arm forcefully away, angry and hurt and frustrated at the entire night. "Back off!" She yelled, and wiggled her nose.
Immediately there was a puff of smoke and a flash of light.
Madi blinked, terrified that she had just used magic in public, but was relieved to know that they were alone. When she looked back to where Finn was standing; however, he was gone.
A croaking noise sounded from her feet and she looked down to see a tiny frog hopping in front of her.
She laughed and slumped onto the stairs. “Slimy bastard,” she sighed.
Finn hopped away, but before he could reach too far, Madi changed him back, sobered him up and casting a memory removal spell. Finn stood in front of her in a daze for a moment. "You came to the dance on your own. Wanted to, ‘be a bachelor’. You were just out here for fresh air." Finn continued to stare at her as the spell took hold, then he blinked into consciousness.
"Hey," he said. "What are you doing out here?"
"Waiting for my ride."
"Cool," he said. He dusted off his jacket and looked around. "Alright, well, later."
Madi sighed a breath of relief when he left.
The breath turned into a sob as her thoughts of Aden and Josephine and her confusing feelings took over. She sniffed, trying to stop the tears from ruining her makeup, and with a puff of smoke and a flash of light, Clarke and Lexa appeared in front of their daughter.
"What the - Madi?" Clarke was the first to notice their daughter sitting on the stairs.
"Hi, mom," she greeted, fighting back the tears.
"Oh, baby," Clarke cooed, sitting and wrapping her daughter in a hug. Lexa joined her on the other side, rubbing Madi's back gently. "What happened?"
"I'm so stupid," Madi sobbed. "I never should have come here."
"You're okay," Lexa consoled. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Madi shook her head and buried it between her arms, hunched over her knees.
Lexa looked over at her wife, knowing this had something to do with Aden but not knowing what to do. Clarke shrugged. She supposed there was nothing to do but be there for Madi.
"Mrs. And Mrs. Griffin-Woods?" Aden's voice sounded unsurely from the top of the stairs. "What are you guys - where's Madi?" He asked, the clicking if his heels sounding as he hurried down the stairs.
"Go away, Aden," Madi sobbed from her hiding spot between her mothers.
"Mads, are you okay? What did Finn do?" Aden walked around to look at his best friend hunched in a ball. He squatted in hopes of being able to see her face.
Madi laughed at the tone of Aden's voice. He was the gentlest person she had ever met, and she didn't understand why he would even be concerned with what happened. She looked up and glared at him. "Shouldn't you be inside with Josephine?"
Aden's brow furrowed. "I mean, I guess? You didn't want me to walk you home --"
"Oh, so it's my fault?"
"-- Lexa and I will be waiting in the parking lot, okay?" Clarke interjected. She squeezed Madi's knee and whispered, "he's your best friend. Talk to him," and then pulled her wife to her feet.
***
The two mom's walked hand in hand to the parking lot.
"Should we listen?" Lexa asked.
"Yep," Clarke said, popping the P. "Their story is one that is painfully familiar."
"Mutual pining, but complete obliviousness?"
"Sounds like a story I know well."
"Who you calling oblivious?" Lexa teased, biting her wife's shoulder playfully. Clarke laughed, and Lexa pulled her into her chest. "Dishes for the week that Madi kisses him first."
"You're so on. Foot Rub on Aden," Clarke replied.
***
Madi chewed the inside of her cheek and avoided Aden's concerned gaze.
"I don't think it's your fault for anything," he said after Madi's parents were far enough away. He took a step forward, then hesitated. "I was just worried. Finn's a douche."
--
"Some things haven't changed," Lexa whispered to Clarke.
"We really shouldn't be listening," Clarke said.
Lexa shrugged.
--
Madi let out a pained laugh. "Yeah, seems like you really cared. You didn't say anything when he asked me, but now you have a problem with him?"
"You're the one who said they didn't want to go to this stupid dance," Aden retorted.
--
"She's basically you, but brunette," Lexa whispered.
"Shut it, Woods," Clarke countered.
--
Madi threw her hand up in the air. "Not with Finn!"
Aden threw his hands up in the air, too. "Then why did you say yes?!" His voice grew louder with impatience and confusion.
"Because I had no other options!" Madi shouted.
"You said you didn't want to go!" Aden shouted back.
--
"Okay, here we go," Clarke said. She rubbed her hands together as she watched.
"Did we sound like this?" Lexa asked.
"Of course not. We were much worse."
--
Madi scoffed and folded her arms across her chest. "Oh, like you would have asked me?"
"Yes!" Aden shouted. "Yes, Madi, I would have asked you to go," he said at a much more respectable volume. He shook his head at his best friend, then counted his steps as he paced back and forth in front of her. "I would have bought you a flower and taken you to dinner and got my dad to let me drive us so that we could skip out early if we wanted, but you said you didn't want to go."
--
"Bingo!" Clarke cheered quietly. She stuck her tongue out at her wife.
--
"It's just a stupid highschool dance," Madi deflected, even as her arms fell to her sides.
"Yes, it is," Aden agreed. He kept his gaze downward and kicked a pebble by his shoe. "But, it wouldn't have been so bad if you were my date." He looked up at Madi as he spoke the words.
Madi's back stiffened at his confession. The silence lingered for a moment as they stared at one another.
--
"Come on, Aden, don't stop now!" Clarke whispered in encouragement.
"Don't freeze up, Mads!" Lexa said.
--
“Date?” she asked.
Aden shrugged. "Yeah, like, I dunno. Sure. Maybe. Yeah."
--
Clarke groaned and ran her hand down her face. "Are you sure Aden isn't your kid?"
--
Madi gasped, "Like date date?"
"Yes," Aden laughed. "Date date."
"You - you - you like me?" Madi asked.
Aden laughed again.
"But, I'm a witch."
"So?"
--
Lexa sighed.
Clarke hugged her wife.
--
"So? What if I hurt you?"
Aden chuckled. "Yeah, right."
"I literally almost killed you when we were twelve. And sneezed you out of a building last month."
"Yes, but you then made me fly, which was so cool, and you've got way better control than you did when you were twelve. Shit happens - magical powers or not."
"I just - I don't know why you like me."
"I like you because you're Madi. You're smart and strong and courageous and stubborn and oddly oblivious. And, yeah, you’re a witch, which is actually really cool, but I've kinda liked you for a long time anyway. Even when you were wiping my memories."
--
"Just kiss her already!" Clarke yelled.
Lexa pulled her wife behind the tree, scolding her for cheating as Clarke erupted into laughter.
--
Aden's face turned bright red as he glanced at Clarke and Lexa poorly hidden behind a tree.
"I'm not going to kiss you in front of your par --"
His words were cut off by Madi's lips smashing into his own.
-
Lexa cheered loudly and snapped her fingers while Clarke booed.
-
Fireworks cracked over the teenagers heads as their lips pressed together. They pulled away, faces red as tomatoes.
"Your mama is so extra."
Madi laughed. "She's probably going to kill you, so just accept it."
Lexa and Clarke strolled up to them, laughing.
"Finally!" Clarke groaned. "We've been waiting for this for years now!"
Aden's cheeks grew even hotter, and he tangled his fingers together behind his back unsurely.
"What's say we go get some ice cream?" Lexa offered the teenagers. She snapped her fingers and both kids' outfits turned into their favourite sweats and running shoes.
"Oh, thank God," Madi sighed. "I thought my ankle was going to break in those heels."
Aden reached for her hand and she smiled up at him while interlocking their fingers. "I think you look great in anything you wear."
"Oh, Aden?" Lexa said casually.
"Yes?"
Madi groaned as Lexa said, "I think you and I need to have a little chat."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 15/?
Fandom: The 100 (TV), The 100, Clexa-fandom, Clexakru - Fandom
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clexa - Relationship, Octavia Blake/Lincoln, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Raven/?, Monty/?, Bellamy/?, Murphy/?, Costia/Lexa (past/mentioned), Raven/Finn (past/mentioned), Anya/?, The question marks are there because I don't want to spoil too much, Octavia Blake & Clarke Griffin & Raven Reyes
Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Anya (The 100), Jasper Jordan, Monty Green, John Murphy (The 100), Indra (The 100), Gustus (The 100), Jaha (minor), Abby Griffin (minor), Kane (minor), others (don't want to spoil too much), Bellamy Blake
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, slow plot, MMA fighting, Boxing, Portland, College Life, AU, Army, Foster Care, Fluff, Smut, Friendship, Romance, Clexa
Summary:
Lexa is a semi-professional MMA fighter and works at a gym with her friend Lincoln as personal trainer. She lives with her former foster sister Anya who is as teasing and as annoying as any normal older sister.
Clarke has just started her third year pre-med and is busy with her studies. Her roommates and friends Octavia and Raven try to get her to have a little more fun every now and then.
OR
Octavia's budding romance with her TA Lincoln turns out to lead to the joining of two worlds.
