"I'm going as fast as I can, Clarke!" Lexa tried her best to be gentle with her wife, but frustration was mounting as the moaning from beside her grew more pained. Lexa slammed her hand down on the horn of her car, a loud honk trilling out into the jammed highway.
"Fuck me," Lexa sighed, knowing it was pointless to be mad at the traffic for existing.
Clarke let out a pained grunt, followed by a pitiful whine.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Lexa soothed. She wiped Clarke's sweaty brow with her sleeve.
"I don't want your apologies, I just want -- ahhh!" Clarke's scolding was cut off by another sharp pain.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Lexa said again.
"This is all your fault!" Clarke cried. "You did this to me!"
"I know, I know. If only this fucking traffic would move!" Lexa slammed her hand down on the horn again, somehow hoping that the cars would magically move for them. They needed to get to the hospital now.
Tears leaked out of Clarke's eyes as another wave of pain washed over her. Lexa leaned over and pressed kisses to her temple.
"I don't think I'm going to make it, Lex," Clarke cried.
Lexa gaped at her wife. They had to make it. They had to. Lexa didn't know what to do. "Just breathe. Follow me," she tried to coach.
Clarke tried to follow, but she was cut off by another whirlwind of pain, screaming into the dash of the car. Lexa nearly split her lip, biting it out if sympathy for her wife.
"Help me," Clarke said. "Help me into the back. Please."
Lexa growled at the traffic again, then swung the driver side door open. The cars still hadn't budged. She ran around the SUV to the passenger door and nearly ripped the handle off upon opening. She undid Clarke's seatbelt and took her in her arms and placed her in the backseat. She took one last glance out at what seemed to be never-moving traffic and climbed into the back with her wife.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, wiping Clarke's brow again.
"I love you," Clarke breathed through her exhaustion.
"I love you, too," Lexa said. She took Clarke's hand between hers and pressed kisses to her knuckles.
The blonde leaned her head back against the glass in desperate search of coolness to soothe her sweaty brow.
"It's time, Lex, it's time," she cried.
Lexa's chin wobbled, and she took off her flannel shirt and placed it on the seat between them.
"Okay, baby, on three, I want you to push. One, two, three."
***
The sound of sharp, terrified cries filled the car.
It was music to the couple's ears.
Lexa wrapped her flannel around the little bundle of flesh, using her sleeves to wipe away as much fluid and blood from it's little face.
"It's a girl," she whispered, eyes filled with so much love when she looked at the strongest woman in the world - her wife. "It's a girl," she repeated, amazed by the tiny fingers that grasped onto her thumb.
"It's our little girl," Clarke said, chin wobbling with emotion as she looked at the love of her life holding their baby girl.
Lexa let her tears flow as she passed the bundle of flannel joy to her partner, leaning over her to give her a careful kiss. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," Clarke responded. "I love you both."
Clarke held their baby girl to her chest, tracing her fingers over her dark brown curls. "She's got quite the head of hair," she laughed, her own tears leaking from her eyes.
"She's got your eyes," Lexa commented as the baby opened them just enough to gaze up at her mommies before closing them back and snuggling down in the soft red and black material.
Lexa Targaryen, the Dragonspawn “The people of Westeros call Alexandria of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name—the Great Unifier of Khalasars and the Commander of the Blood, the Stallion Who Mounts the World—the Young Dragon, after Rhaegar himself, and to her they have given their admiration and respect.” (The Rise of New Valyria, https://archiveofourown.org/works/6578164) . . . . #art #fanart #clexafanart #clexa #the100 #lexa #commanderlexa
#clexafanfic #the100 #heda #hedalexa #lexawoods
#lexakomtrikru #lexadeservedbetter
#crossover #gameofthrones #asoiaf #alyciadebnamcarey
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Lexa’s fingers closed around the beads. She felt a pressure in her chest, electric and growing. Her heart pounded against it, faster and faster. It spread through her, pushing at her lungs. She gasped.
She wanted to throw the beads against the wall and watch them shatter. She wanted to punch through everything until her knuckles were shredded. She wanted to yell until her throat was raw and God was gone.
Instead, she fell to her knees, clutching the beads, and sobbed in the bright sunlight.
People of tumblr. I am in search of a the 100 fanfic that my friend told me about but can not locate. The premise; when the 100 land on the ground they get constellation marks on their body. Each constellation is suppose to describe a person. Clarke is marked with Ursa Major. Lexa is Ursa Minor. Ursa Major is suppose to the spiritual leader and Ursa Minor is the second in command as spiritual leaders but the grounders consider nightbloods as the first command.
I’m finally back with the next chapter for this fic. Trying to starting writing more often again definitely wanted to finish this one so here is Chapter three. (Read it Here)
Clarke Griffin has just been hired to co-anchor WPLS’s highest rated news broadcast. On her first day she meets Lexa Woods, the producer of the show and she is immediately taken by her.
Lexa has been producing the same show for a over a year now but there is something about her new anchor that she just can’t explain.
What becomes of their relationship in just a months worth of time?
(or An Au about a Newsstation where these two work together and therefore shouldn’t be together but what kind of story would that make?)