#clexa endgame

[vmplvr1977]

Chapter 3 is posted! Read it here.

[anansianansi]

Hot Heavy Summer update!!

Three years ago, I decided to write a fic that mirrored the Clexaweek2021 prompts. Time flies, etc. etc. and I've decided to finish this story up.

Fic summary: By all accounts, Clarke Griffin, Hollywood's most bankable superstar, has made it. Except a decision, and a sacrifice to get there has haunted her for years.

Chapter 1 (Accidental Love Confession) is here; Chapter 2 (Wanna Bet?) is here.

Chapter 3: Reunited

“Just look at this.” Niylah tossed a newspaper down on the marble tabletop; it skidded to a halt before Clarke, who was sitting cross legged on the velvet lounger, her silk bathrobed-self framed by the brilliance of another perfectly rising day in the wall of windows behind her. Without raising her head, Clarke cast an eye over the front of the tabloid. “Hmmm.” She slurped a particularly loud sip of her green-powered smoothie, alternating with it a bite of her avocado-laden slice of toast.

Niylah sighed, crossing her arms. In spite of her annoyance, she studied Clarke’s nonchalant pose carefully; then, moving quickly, she pulled out her phone, snapping a series of photo bursts, the miniscule differences between them - in the shift of Clarke’s shoulders, of her lips pursed slightly more appealingly in one over the other - being the decisive factor for the winning contender that would make it to Clarke’s Instagram, just in time for morning cereal with a side of fawning for her millions of followers. That would be what Niylah’s coffee break would be for. For now, there was a much larger fire to put out. 

“Clarke! It’s all over the news. Here. And here.” Niylah laid out the remaining papers deliberately, making sure each headline was clearly visible. ‘It’s ‘show’time!’; ‘Who is Clarke’s dirty little secret?’; ‘Clarke G bets her a** and her heart!’; ‘Clarke’s Charity is Jaha’s Jackpot.’

Still, Clarke said nothing, but her eyes lingered over the last, blaring front page at the very corner of the table. ‘Is Finn In….or Clarke Out?” She made a note to at least skim over that one later; the editorial team had a penchant for particularly vicious, mostly wildly inaccurate spins on her life. Mostly.

“And I haven’t even checked the online news alerts yet.” Niylah ranted on, sinking down in her chair, running her hands across her face. It wasn’t even seven AM, and she was exhausted. “This is an unmitigated disaster. You’ve put yourself between a bullet and a target.”

Clarke snorted, finally looking up at her publicist, sarcasm painted across her face. “So what you’re saying is that nothing’s changed.” She raised an arm to the back of her neck, massaging it gently, trying to ease the crick that seemed to have ossified there in the last three days. “Relax, Niylah. They can work themselves up over nothing, as usual. I’ve got this.”

“How? Just how have you “got this”? It’s chaos...chaos, outside. I don’t even know how we’re going to get you out of here today.” Niylah reached for an empty mug, helping herself to the freshly brewed coffee on the table; Clarke didn’t touch the stuff, but still had a pot sent up every day. In the mad rush before the Oscars, Niylah had spent more time in Clarke’s hotel suite than at her own, tiny apartment across town. “They’re going to be on you like hyenas. Why did you do it, anyway?”

“Because I fucking wanted to. Doesn’t that count for anything any more?” Clarke snapped, brow furrowing as she felt the first prickle of annoyance of the day.

Read the rest of the chapter here.

[sp8cewalker]

𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚 <𝟑 // say yes to heaven— lana del rey

[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)

[gumb3ar]

We’ve seen many faces of Lexa but this one here was the only time she looked the saddest and most defeated. She loved Clarke with every fiber of her being despite the decisions she had to make that seemingly refute this very truth. After Mt Weather, she let go of all hope that the woman will ever return her feelings. Her only solace was having Clarke near her, being able to keep her safe. It was more than enough for Lexa for her love was selfless that she will have her anyway or in any form possible. But knowing Clarke was leaving, knowing that the next time they see each other again might be in battle where she will be powerless to protect her, or that they may never see each other again just destroyed all the walls she meticulously built around her. Despite the ache and longing that was bordering desperation, Lexa smiled softly telling Clarke it’s okay. Telling the woman she loves that she understand… and Clarke knew that Lexa might be the only one to ever truly understand… And so when Clarke leaned in and kissed Lexa, it was too much and too little. It was everything she dreamed of but never truly believed she will get. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

[set-sail-for-the-stars]

that look

[whaleish]

Clexa fans, who read fanfics, I need some help finding an specific work. Unfortunately I don’t remember the name, who wrote it or when it was done. I do remember that Clarke is a witch who doesn’t do magic because she is traumatized, she wears a red jacket, has tattoos that move occasionally, the colors of her hair changes depending on her mood and Lexa works in a coffeeshop, I think, and Raven is her colleague. There’s a little dragon that turns into glass. Maybe five chapters.

Does anyone knows the name of the fic, name of the author, have the link ou something? Can you send me/tell me? Please.

That would be awesome and I would wish you the best things in life.

[grace-ashcroft-re]

it has been over 6 years & i still miss her 😪