#clexatober23

[reallygroovyninja]

Inside a coffee shop, amidst the scent of roasted beans and the distant murmur of conversations, Clarke found herself deep in thought. Octavia, always keenly observant, noticed her friend's distraction and nudged her playfully.

"Earth to Clarke," she teased, sipping her iced coffee. "What's got you so lost in thought?"

Clarke looked up, the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. "I'm thinking of planning something special for Lexa. A date night, away from the city."

Octavia's interest was immediately piqued. "That sounds romantic. What do you have in mind?"

"Stargazing," Clarke revealed, her blue eyes shimmering with excitement. "We're always so caught up in our routines; I just want a night where it's just the two of us and the vast universe."

Octavia leaned forward, her expression enthusiastic. "That sounds incredible. But where will you go? City lights make it nearly impossible to see anything."

"I was thinking of driving up to that hill on the outskirts," Clarke mused. "It's remote, quiet, and I've heard the view is spectacular."

A thoughtful look crossed Octavia's face. "That's a great choice. And if you want to make it extra special, you could prepare a little picnic. Make it an entire evening."

Clarke's face lit up at the suggestion. "That's a fantastic idea, O. Lexa's always had a fascination with the cosmos. It would mean so much to her."

Octavia watched Clarke carefully, sensing there was something her friend wasn't sharing. "You seem really invested in this, Clarke. Anything else on your mind?"

Clarke hesitated for a fraction of a second, her heart racing. "Just… I want it to be perfect," she replied, evading the real depth of her intentions.

Octavia smiled softly, respecting Clarke's choice to keep some secrets close to her chest. "Well, with the effort you're putting in, I'm sure it will be a night neither of you will ever forget."

Clarke returned the smile, grateful for Octavia's support. "Thanks, O. Here's hoping the stars align for us that night."

And as they continued to chat about the finer details of the plan, Clarke's heart swelled with anticipation and hope, knowing that the evening would hold more than just the promise of stars.

The familiar hum of their apartment welcomed Clarke as she stepped through the door, shrugging off her coat. The soft, golden glow of the setting sun streamed through the window blinds, painting patterns on the hardwood floor. Lexa, engrossed in a book on the couch, looked up as Clarke entered.

"Hey," Lexa greeted, her lips curling into a warm smile.

Clarke felt her heart flutter, as it always did when faced with that smile. "Hey," she echoed, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves.

Walking over to where Lexa sat, Clarke settled next to her, their fingers instinctively entwining. "I was thinking," Clarke began, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, "how do you feel about going out with me on Saturday night?"

Lexa raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her green eyes. "Are you asking me out on a date, Clarke Griffin?"

Clarke chuckled, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "Maybe. Is that okay?"

Lexa pretended to consider the offer for a moment, her expression playfully stern. "Hmm, a date with the most beautiful woman I know? It's a tough decision."

Clarke playfully nudged her, laughing. "Stop teasing."

Lexa grinned, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Clarke's lips. "Of course, I'd love to. Where are you taking me?"

Clarke smirked. "It's a surprise. But I promise you'll love it."

Lexa looked into Clarke's eyes, seeing the genuine excitement and love reflected there. "With you, I have no doubt."

The two women smiled at each other, both appreciating the depth of their bond. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, their world was illuminated by the promise of another beautiful memory together.

The hum of the engine filled the air as Clarke drove, the city lights fading into the distance behind them. The road stretched ahead, leading them towards the hill on the outskirts of the city. The dashboard illuminated their faces, casting a soft glow against the encroaching darkness.

Lexa, trying her best to play along with the surprise, looked out of the window, her eyes scanning the landscape. As the minutes ticked by, her curiosity bubbled up, and she finally turned to Clarke with an inquisitive grin.

"Alright, Griffin," Lexa began playfully, "I've been patient, but where are you taking me?"

Clarke chuckled, stealing a quick glance at Lexa. "A little more patience, Lex. We're almost there."

Lexa smirked, "An architect needs to know her surroundings. You're taking me into uncharted territory here."

"That's the point," Clarke replied, her voice soft and teasing. "Sometimes, it's good to step out of the blueprints and into the unknown."

Lexa laughed, shaking her head. "Always so poetic, aren't you?"

Before Clarke could respond, they reached the summit of the hill. Parking the car, Clarke motioned for Lexa to follow her. As they stepped out, the vast expanse of the starry sky revealed itself, unhindered by city lights.

Lexa's eyes widened in awe. "Clarke… this is breathtaking."

Clarke wrapped her arm around Lexa's waist, pulling her close. "I thought you'd like it. Just the two of us, under the stars."

Lexa leaned into Clarke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's perfect. Thank you."

Clarke smiled, pressing a gentle kiss on Lexa's forehead. "Anything for you."

The night sky twinkled brilliantly above, creating a mesmerizing tapestry of stars. The soft chirping of crickets added to the ambiance of the secluded hilltop.

After taking a moment to admire the view, Clarke moved towards the trunk of the car, retrieving a rolled-up picnic blanket and a wicker basket. Lexa watched with growing interest, her green eyes reflecting the luminescence of the Milky Way.

With practiced ease, Clarke spread the blanket on the soft grass, ensuring it was laid out smoothly. She then opened the basket, revealing a bottle of rich red wine, accompanied by an assortment of cheeses and crackers, their aromas blending delightfully in the cool night air.

"Come," Clarke beckoned with a soft smile, patting the spot next to her on the blanket.

Lexa, still caught up in the enchanting setup, approached with a smile of her own. "You've thought of everything," she remarked, lowering herself gracefully onto the blanket.

Clarke chuckled, pouring the wine into two glasses. "Well, I had to make sure our celestial date night was up to standard."

Lexa took the offered glass, her fingers brushing against Clarke's for a moment. "You've exceeded all standards," she whispered, taking a sip of the wine and savoring its deep flavors.

Clarke joined Lexa on the blanket, their shoulders touching. The two women sat in companionable silence for a moment, simply enjoying the serenity of the night and the warmth of each other's presence.

"To us," Clarke toasted, raising her glass.

Lexa clinked her glass against Clarke's. "To us and nights like these."

The night was still, the only sounds being the occasional rustle of the breeze, the crickets and their soft conversations. The blanket beneath them felt like their own private island, a space reserved just for them amidst the vastness of the universe.

Clarke reached into the basket, extracting a piece of cheese and placing it delicately on a cracker. She handed it to Lexa with a playful grin. "Try this," she urged, her eyes shining with mischief.

Lexa raised an eyebrow, taking the offered morsel and biting into it. The flavors melded perfectly, the sharpness of the cheese complementing the crispness of the cracker. "Delicious," she murmured, her gaze meeting Clarke's. "You always know how to pick the best."

Clarke laughed, pouring more wine into their glasses. The deep red liquid shimmered under the celestial light, looking almost as enchanting as the sky above. "Well, I do have excellent taste," she teased, gesturing between the wine, the food, and Lexa herself.

Lexa chuckled, taking a sip from her glass. The wine warmed her from the inside, its rich notes enhancing the serenity of the moment. "Can't argue with that."

They sat there, the city skyline in the distance serving as a subtle reminder of the world they left behind for this brief escape. The towering buildings glowed with a soft luminescence, their lights mimicking the stars overhead.

"Look there," Clarke pointed upwards, her finger tracing the outline of a constellation. "Orion. Always been one of my favorites."

Lexa leaned in closer, following Clarke's direction. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "Everything feels so small when you look up at the vastness of the sky."

Clarke nodded in agreement, resting her head on Lexa's shoulder. "It's moments like these that put everything into perspective. The universe is immense, yet here we are, finding our own little piece of eternity."

After Clarke pointed out Orion, Lexa's gaze lingered on the constellation for a moment longer before drifting across the vast expanse of the night sky.

"You know," Lexa began thoughtfully, her finger pointing towards a bright, solitary star, "that's Polaris, the North Star. It's always fascinated me."

Clarke followed Lexa's gaze, a smile forming on her lips. "Guiding sailors and travelers for centuries. It's constant, unwavering."

Lexa nodded. "Exactly. In the ever-changing sky, amidst the swirling galaxies, it remains a steadfast point. A reminder that even in the vastness of the universe, there are things we can always rely on."

She then shifted her focus, her hand moving to trace an imaginary line between a set of stars. "And there's Cassiopeia, the queen. It's said she boasted about her unmatched beauty, leading to her placement in the stars as a reminder of her vanity."

Clarke chuckled softly, "Always a story behind the stars. They're like timeless tales written in the cosmos."

Lexa smiled, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "They are. And over here," she continued, pointing to a group of bright stars clustered together, "is the Pleiades, or the Seven Sisters. They've been mentioned in myths and legends across various cultures. It's fascinating how certain star formations capture the imaginations of people worldwide."

Clarke leaned in closer to Lexa, their shoulders touching. "I love how passionate you get about these constellations. It's like you have a personal bond with each one."

Lexa looked down, a hint of blush coloring her cheeks. "The stars have always been a source of comfort for me. They're distant, yet always present, reminding us of the grandeur and beauty of existence."

Clarke nodded, squeezing Lexa's hand gently. "And now, we have our own starry memories to add to these ancient tales."

Clarke took a slow sip of her wine, the cool liquid a contrast to the warmth of Lexa's proximity. "See that cluster over there?" Lexa asked, pointing towards a dense group of stars. "That's the Ursa Major, or the Big Dipper. When I was a kid, I used to imagine it as a giant celestial soup ladle."

Clarke chuckled, her eyes following Lexa's direction. "It's funny how we create stories and meanings for these distant suns. Over there," she pointed to a bright blue star, "is Vega. One of the brightest stars in our night sky. It's part of the Lyra constellation."

Clarke leaned closer, her interest piqued. "And those two bright ones close to each other?"

Lexa smiled, recognizing the stars instantly. "Ah, that's Castor and Pollux. The twins from the Gemini constellation. They're inseparable, always side by side, just like…" she trailed off, glancing playfully at Clarke.

"…Us?" Clarke completed the sentence, her eyes shining with mischief and affection.

Lexa nodded, taking another sip of her wine. "Exactly."

Clarke, feeling a magnetic pull she could no longer resist, gently cupped Lexa's face, her thumb brushing over a soft cheek.

Their eyes locked, green meeting blue in a silent conversation. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them, their breaths mingling, the space between them decreasing with each passing second.

With a tenderness that conveyed more than words ever could, Clarke leaned in, capturing Lexa's lips in a gentle kiss. It was soft, hesitant at first, a delicate exploration. But as the seconds passed, it deepened, becoming more assured, more passionate.

Lexa responded in kind, her hands finding Clarke's waist, pulling her closer, their bodies melding together seamlessly. The kiss spoke of shared memories, of nights under the stars, of whispered secrets, and of a love that had been growing stronger with each passing day.

The intensity of their kiss was palpable, an electric current that threatened to consume them both. As the world around them became a blur of emotions and sensations, Clarke, sensing the urgency rising, reluctantly pulled away.

She broke the kiss slowly, leaving her forehead resting against Lexa's for a brief moment. Their ragged breaths filled the space between them. Clarke, not wanting to completely sever the connection, glanced upwards, using the vastness of the night sky as an anchor.

"The stars are truly beautiful tonight," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of regret and wonder.

Lexa, still dazed from their shared moment, followed Clarke's gaze, her eyes taking in the celestial display. "They are," she agreed softly, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. "But not as breathtaking as you."

Clarke blushed at the compliment, her heart still racing. She took a deep breath, letting the cool night air fill her lungs, grateful for the brief distraction. "We should focus on them for a while," she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.

She could feel the warmth of Lexa's body next to her, the lingering touch of their shared kiss still fresh on her lips. But she knew they needed to slow down and to savor the moment.

Lexa nodded, respecting Clarke's wishes. "The stars have been here for eons, and they'll still be here. But this moment, with you, is fleeting and precious."

Bathed in the gentle glow of the cosmos, Clarke and Lexa sat side by side, their fingers intertwined, the silent rhythm of their heartbeats acting as an underlying cadence to the night. The vast expanse of stars above them seemed to mirror the infinite depth of their feelings for each other.

Each twinkle and glimmer in the sky held untold stories, ancient tales of love, loss, and everything in between. Clarke felt the weight of history upon her, the countless souls who had looked up at the same stars and been inspired, comforted, or left in awe. The universe had a way of putting things into perspective, making her realize the brevity of moments and the importance of seizing them.

With every passing second, a growing anticipation bubbled within Clarke. The night, as beautiful as it was, wasn't just about stargazing. She had a purpose, an intention she had been carrying with her, hidden away like a precious gem. Lexa, ever perceptive, could sense the slight shift in Clarke's demeanor but chose to remain silent, allowing Clarke to steer their journey.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke tightened her grip on Lexa's hand, feeling the reassuring warmth and strength emanating from her. The stars, in all their glory, were a mere prelude to what she had in store. She turned slightly, her eyes meeting Lexa's, searching for an anchor, a sign.

In that infinite canvas of stars and the shared silence between them, Clarke knew it was time. The universe had set the stage, and all she had to do was play her part.

Clarke's heart raced, the beats echoing the pace of a moment she'd been rehearsing countless times in her mind.

Turning to face Lexa, Clarke took a moment to truly look at her — the soft glow of starlight reflecting in her green eyes, the gentle curve of her lips, the way her hair framed her face. This was the woman with whom she wanted to spend eternity.

"Lexa," Clarke began, her voice quivering just a touch, betraying the mix of excitement and nervousness she felt. "From the moment we met, my world shifted. You brought color to my life in ways I could have never imagined. Every day with you feels like a blessing, a new chapter in a book I never want to end."

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, her breath catching as realization began to dawn on her about where this conversation was headed.

Clarke continued, her gaze never leaving Lexa's. "We've faced challenges, laughed until our bellies hurt, and found solace in each other's arms. With you, every moment feels right, like pieces of a puzzle finally coming together."

Tears formed in Lexa's eyes, the weight of the moment settling in her heart. She squeezed Clarke's hand in silent encouragement.

Taking a deep breath, Clarke reached into her pocket, producing a small, velvet box. "Lexa," she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion, "I want to spend the rest of my life waking up next to you, facing every challenge with you, and cherishing every joy with you. Will you marry me?"

Time seemed to stand still, the universe holding its breath, waiting for Lexa's response, while the stars above shone just a little brighter.

For a heartbeat, everything stood still. Lexa, visibly overwhelmed, gazed deeply into Clarke's hopeful eyes, the weight and beauty of the moment evident in her teary gaze.

With a shaky breath, Lexa whispered, "Clarke, you are my compass, my anchor in every storm, my beacon of light in the darkest of nights. The love and understanding we've shared… it's beyond anything I've ever known or even dared to dream of."

A tear slid down Lexa's cheek, shimmering like a fallen star. She continued, her voice growing firmer, "Yes, Clarke. A thousand times yes. I want to spend every moment, every challenge, and every joy alongside you."

A wave of relief and elation washed over Clarke. With trembling fingers, she opened the velvet box, revealing a delicate ring that caught the light, glinting like the stars above. Taking Lexa's left hand, Clarke gently slid the ring onto her finger, its fit perfect, as if it had always belonged there.

They both admired the ring for a moment, its symbolism far greater than the mere metal and stone it was made of. It was a promise, a vow, an eternal bond.

As Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke, pulling her into a tight embrace, the stars above seemed to dance in joy, their shimmering light reflecting the profound love and commitment of the two souls beneath.

Without warning, the first streak of white shot across the canvas above, its trajectory swift and purposeful. Clarke and Lexa, still wrapped up in their cocoon of love, looked up in awe as the night transformed from its tranquil state into a celestial ballet.

One by one, meteors blazed across the sky, leaving behind luminous trails that faded as quickly as they appeared. It felt as though the heavens were celebrating, showering the Earth with fragments of distant worlds, each meteorite a testament to the boundless wonders of the universe.

Clarke squeezed Lexa's hand, the shared experience only deepening their connection. "It's like the universe is celebrating with us," she whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.

Lexa nodded, her gaze fixed on the mesmerizing display above. "Every shooting star, a wish. Every trail, a journey. We are so small in this vast universe, yet moments like these make everything feel significant."

The meteor shower continued, painting the sky with fleeting strokes of brilliance. The night, already laden with emotion and promise, was crowned with a spectacle that neither Clarke nor Lexa would ever forget.

There, on that hill, beneath the radiant ballet of the cosmos, two souls sat side by side, understanding that while their moment was transient, their love was as eternal as the stars above.

[reallygroovyninja]

The Other Side

Madi sank into the stiff hospital chair beside her mother Lexa's bed, the sterile environment barely registering through her exhausted grief. Lexa lay unmoving but for the mechanical rise and fall of her chest in time with the ventilator's rhythmic pulses. Her paper-thin skin was mottled with age, her once bright eyes closed.

Madi clutched Lexa's frail hand, thumb gently stroking over wrinkled knuckles, tears welling up as she braced herself for the painful but inevitable next steps. After many years battling illness, Lexa's health had rapidly declined over the past few months. Despite the best efforts of doctors and medicine, Lexa's aged body could fight no more.

Though every fiber of Madi's being screamed in protest, she knew this was the last loving gift she could give her mother. Lexa had made her wishes clear long ago - she did not want to linger like this. Madi swallowed hard against the ache in her throat. With an unsteady hand, she signed the forms to disconnect Lexa's life support.

"I love you, Mom," Madi whispered, bending to kiss Lexa's cool fingers one final time. Lexa had accepted this end long ago, but Madi wasn't ready to lose her, wasn't ready to face the world without her mother's wisdom and love. But she drew courage from doing what was right, even as her heart splintered.

The doctors and nurses entered solemnly, with the gravity of the moment in their eyes. Madi held Lexa's hand, stroking her skin as the ventilator was silenced. She murmured softly to Lexa as the last breaths faded, hoping her words would give comfort. As the monitors flatlined, Madi's tears spilled over. Though devastated by loss, she found solace knowing her beloved mother was finally free of suffering and at peace.

As the monitors let out their final whine, Lexa felt suddenly weightless, untethered. She found herself still in the hospital room, but strangely detached, observing the scene unfold from the corner.

Madi sat crumpled beside the lifeless body in the bed, clutching the thin hand tightly as wracking sobs overtook her. Lexa's heart broke, wanting more than anything to go to her daughter, to comfort her and ease her pain.

But something stopped her as she tried to step forward. Like a veil had been lifted, Lexa suddenly understood with crisp clarity that she no longer belonged in this world. She was but a spirit now, her mortal form still and silent under the sterile sheets.

As much as it tore at her, Lexa knew she could not touch her daughter again. Madi would have to walk this last stretch of grief alone. Doctors and nurses entered solemnly, but none acknowledged Lexa standing unseen in the corner. She wanted to call out, but no sound left her.

Lexa longed to stay as her daughter needed her most. But she felt the inexorable pull away from the pain and suffering that had marred her last years. Madi would mourn, would miss her terribly, but Lexa knew she would be okay. She had to believe that as she felt herself fading, Madi's cries growing distant. Lexa let go, comforted that Madi was strong enough to carry forward with the love they shared still living on inside her.

As Lexa felt her spirit fading, she noticed a soft glow emerging in the distance. Drawn to its tranquil warmth, she started drifting towards it as if carried by a gentle tide.

The light grew brighter, beckoning her into its comforting embrace. Lexa felt neither fear nor trepidation - only a sense of calm and anticipation, like she was headed exactly where she belonged.

The closer she came to the radiance, the lighter Lexa felt - the pain, the exhaustion, the weight of years lifted until she was free, floating through the glow.

As she crossed the threshold into the light, a feeling of profound peace enveloped Lexa completely. The warmth cascaded over her like a blanket of love, washing away all worries and heartaches from her earthly life.

She glided further into the light, feeling lighter than air. Surrounded by the glow, she sensed herself healing and becoming whole again. Although she would miss her loved ones, she knew they would all be together again one day.

For now, Lexa allowed the tranquility of the light to fill her completely, grateful for this moment of grace. She surrendered herself to it fully, ready to discover what new adventures awaited in this wondrous place beyond.

As the radiant light gently faded around her, Lexa found herself standing in a grassy meadow. A pleasant breeze rustled through the lush green grass dotted with wildflowers swaying gently in the wind.

The meadow opened to a crystal-clear pond, where ducks glided across the serene water. Their quacking mingled with the chirping of birds perched in the trees at the edge of the meadow. It all seemed to blend into a symphony of natural sounds that put Lexa instantly at ease.

She took a deep breath, the fresh floral air filling her lungs. The warmth of sunlight washed over her, basking the meadow in a soft idyllic glow. As Lexa soaked in the tranquil beauty surrounding her, she felt profoundly at peace.

All worries and pains from her past life melted away. Here there was only this perfect moment - the ducks babbling on the pond, the rustling grass, the melodies of songbirds. She knew this was only the beginning of the wonders that awaited her now that she had passed on. But for now, Lexa was content to stand still and savor the serenity of this meadow.

Lexa stood transfixed in the serene meadow, still coming to terms with her passage into the afterlife. As she breathed in the peaceful surroundings, a familiar voice suddenly spoke behind her.

"Lexa…"

She whirled around, heart leaping. There, bathed in warm sunlight, stood Clarke. Lexa's hands flew to her mouth, tears instantly springing forth. Her wife, her soulmate, looked radiant and healthy, the cancer that had stolen her away now banished.

"Clarke!" Lexa rushed forward, pulling Clarke into a fierce embrace. She clung to her, sobs racking her body. The feel of Clarke solid and real in her arms again was almost too much to bear. Lexa pressed desperate kisses to her wife's shoulder, hair, forehead, tears flowing freely.

"My Clarke…you're here, you're here," she repeated in awe, still unable to believe this reunion.

Clarke held her shaking wife close, her own eyes glistening. "I told you we'd meet again, love," she murmured into Lexa's hair. They stayed locked in each other's arms for timeless moments, the rest of the world fading away.

Finally, Lexa drew back just enough to cradle Clarke's face in her hands. She reverently traced every beloved curve and line with her fingers, re-memorizing what her heart had never forgotten.

"I've missed you so much. Not a day went by that I didn't think of you," Lexa rasped emotionally.

Lexa trembled, still stunned by Clarke's sudden appearance. "How can you be here?" she whispered.

Clarke's eyes creased with understanding. She gently cupped Lexa's cheek; touch achingly familiar. "Oh, love, I never left you."

Lexa's breath caught, tears overflowing. "You were with me…all this time?"

"I was." Clarke's voice was thick with emotion. "I watched you grieve. I saw your strength as you learned to live without me. I cheered your joys and cried your sorrows."

She took Lexa's hands, voice fervent. "Even when you couldn't feel me there, I walked every step beside you. I was so proud of you, Lexa. Your courage, your heart…you shone so brightly, even through the pain."

A sob escaped Lexa's throat. She surged forward, capturing Clarke's lips desperately, trying to meld their souls back into one. Clarke returned the kiss with equal fervor, hands tangling in Lexa's hair.

They clung together bruisingly tight, making up for decades apart. Lips and tongues spoke wordless languages of sorrow, of joy, of devotion.

When they finally parted for air, cheeks wet with sorrow and elation, Lexa knew no force could ever sunder them again. Gazing into Clarke's ocean eyes, she found home.

Clarke gently spoke. "There's someone else here who wants to see you, love."

Before Lexa could reply, a wry voice called out, "Still stealing my sister, Clarke?"

Lexa turned to see Anya striding up, trademark smirk in place. Overjoyed, Lexa rushed to embrace her.

"Anya! Is it really you?" She clung tight, breathing deeply the familiar scent of home.

Anya chuckled and squeezed back. "You didn't think I'd let Clarke monopolize your arrival?"

Clarke laughed. "Competitive as always, Anya."

"You know me well." Anya smiled tenderly at her sister. "I've missed you so much, Lexa."

"And I missed you," Lexa replied emotionally.

Anya kept an arm wrapped around Lexa's shoulders and gestured ahead. "Come, walk with me. We have a lot to talk about, little sister."

As they strolled through the lush meadow, Lexa noticed a change in Anya's demeanor and presence.

"You seem different, Anya," Lexa remarked. "Lighter, somehow."

Anya rolled her eyes dramatically. "That's what happens when you kick the bucket, Lexa. Sudden onset of rainbows and butterflies."

Lexa chuckled at her sarcasm. "No, really. You're practically…happy."

"Don't sound so surprised," Anya shot back, eyes glinting with humor. "I know I had a reputation for being stern and intimidating-"

"Downright scary," Lexa interjected with a grin.

"But death has a way of lifting burdens and revealing truth," Anya continued. "Turns out under all the gruffness, I'm just an old softy."

As they strolled through the meadow, Anya piped up in her signature blunt tone, "So, little sister, time for you to take a trip down memory lane."

Lexa blinked. "What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know, relive the highlight reel of your life," Anya replied matter-of-factly with a wave of her hand. "All the greatest hits and embarrassing moments."

Clarke shot Anya an exasperated yet amused look. "What she means is you'll revisit impactful memories to process them in a new light."

"Basically mental spring cleaning," Anya quipped with a smirk.

Lexa frowned uncertainly. "Is it…difficult?"

Clarke smiled reassuringly, giving her hand a squeeze. "It can be emotional, but it brought me a lot of clarity and closure."

"Yeah, grab the tissues, sis," Anya said wryly. Seeing Lexa's nervous expression, she softened and hugged her. "Hey, we'll be right there with you. I promise I'll go easy on the teasing…for a few memories at least."

That coaxed a small laugh from Lexa. With Clarke and Anya by her side, she felt ready. "Okay then, let's do this."

Anya playfully ruffled her hair. "Look at you, brave as ever. Lead on, ladies."

And arm in arm, they carried on through the meadow, Lexa ready to rediscover and find peace in a life fully lived, bumps and all.

As they crested a hill, a quaint cottage came into view. Clarke and Anya exchanged a knowing glance before guiding Lexa inside.

The cottage's interior held a cozy screening room, with plush couch facing a blank wall-sized screen.

Anya plopped down and propped her feet up. "Kick back and relax, sis. We're binge-watching Life of Lexa: The Extended Director's Cut."

Clarke shot Anya a look as she gently led Lexa to sit. "What Anya means is that this is where you'll revisit significant moments and memories."

She gave Lexa's hand a reassuring squeeze. "I know it's daunting, but we'll be right here. It really helped me find closure."

Lexa anxiously fiddled with her shirt hem, comforted by Clarke's words yet nervous to relive the past.

Noticing her unease, Anya leaned over to nudge Lexa playfully. "Hey, try to enjoy it! At least we'll get to see all your most embarrassing baby photos."

That surprised a small laugh out of Lexa. With Anya's humor and Clarke's support, she felt ready to reflect on a life fully lived. As the screen flickered to life, Lexa took a deep breath and laced her fingers with Clarke's, grateful not to be taking this journey alone.

The screen flickered showing a young, exhausted Gustus cradling newborn Lexa while toddler Anya clung to his leg. Despite the heavy bags under his eyes, he gazed at his girls with pure love.

Anya gave a sad smile, seeing their father adjust to suddenly being a single parent again after Anya's own mother passed away in childbirth and Gustus remarrying a few years later.

The scene changed to Gustus sitting the girls down, tears in his eyes as he explained Lexa’s mother had left, realizing too late she wasn't ready for motherhood. Little Anya boiled with rage while baby Lexa gurgled innocently, unaware of her abandonment.

More memories followed of Gustus patiently juggling parenting, work, grief. The strong man cried alone at night, then got up to cheerily care for the girls like nothing was wrong.

Lexa's eyes brimmed with tears as understanding washed over her. "He sacrificed everything for us…and never let us feel like we weren't enough."

Anya nodded, also emotional. "He was our rock. I'm so proud of the father he was."

Lexa squeezed Clarke’s hand, pride and sorrow swirling within her at the loves gained and lost in life. But with Anya's steady humor and Clarke's embrace, Lexa felt ready to continue discovering the meaning woven through it all.

The screen transitioned to a young Lexa sitting alone at a school lunch table, reading a book and shyly avoiding eye contact with rowdy classmates.

Another scene showed Lexa eagerly raising her hand in class, thirsty for knowledge. "My little nerd," Anya said affectionately, ruffling Lexa's hair.

Then the playground appeared. A group of older kids taunted and pushed a small boy to the ground. Before adults could intervene, Lexa marched up and put herself between them, yelling at the bullies until they backed off.

Clarke smiled proudly as young Lexa helped the boy up and walked with him to the nurse's office.

"You were always protecting the vulnerable," Clarke murmured. Lexa blushed but felt warmed revisiting this early act of courage.

The screen shifted to show teenage Lexa dutifully going through classes, clubs, and studying late into the night, a permanent crease of concentration between her brows. Clarke and Anya smiled fondly, seeing traces of the studious girl they loved.

But beneath Lexa's focused exterior, pain lurked in her downturned eyes whenever friends gushed about crushes on boys or going on dates. At night, Lexa buried her head in her pillow to muffle sobs, clutching her stomach as she grappled alone with her sexuality.

She ached to confide in someone, but shame and fear kept the words locked deep inside. Lexa was terrified of disappointing the loving father who had sacrificed everything for her. She longed to be 'normal', for these feelings to just disappear.

Anya gripped Lexa's shoulder tightly. "Lexa…I had no idea you carried this alone. You should have told me."

Lexa sighed, leaning into her sister. "I thought I had to hide it from everyone. I thought I could change it through sheer will."

"Oh, my darling." Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa, kissing her temple. "Your beautiful heart has always been your greatest gift. I'm so sorry you suffered in silence."

The screen faded to a young Lexa starting a summer job before college, her smile lighting up whenever a certain co-worker entered. A furtive glance here, a lingering touch there…it was clear a bond was forming between the two girls.

Lexa had yet to fully embrace her identity, but with this girl - Costia - she glimpsed a hopeful future. In Costia's eyes, Lexa could imagine a life where she loved freely, without shame or fear.

The summer passed in a blissful haze for the infatuated pair. Lingering caresses after closing up the shop, midnight drives with hands intertwined, dreaming aloud of plans bigger than their small town.

But as summer waned, reality began to crack through the idyllic façade. This relationship was only meant to last the magical months before college took them on diverging paths.

Lexa's face crumpled as she watched the screen, heart breaking anew as her younger self grappled with her first love ending. Anya wrapped a sturdy arm around her, wordlessly imparting strength.

While intensely painful, this experience taught Lexa resilience and, in time, empathy for her young, eager self. It taught her that love, however fleeting, was a gift to be grateful for rather than resent.

With a deep breath, Lexa squeezed Clarke's hand, signaling she was ready to continue reliving her past with poise - the heartaches and the joys having shaped the woman she became.

The screen shifted to a college dorm room, Lexa perched anxiously on the bare mattress. She glanced around at the sterile emptiness - her new home. It was move-in day and her roommate had yet to arrive.

Lexa felt utterly alone, homesickness already settling into her gut. She missed her dad's awful cooking and Anya's playful teasing. Everything here felt foreign and lonely.

A phone call from Gustus barely holding back the tears. "I'm proud of you, kiddo. You've got this," he said gently before hanging up.

Lexa lay back on the mattress, letting the tears fall freely now. She whispered into the empty room, "I don't know if I can do this."

Anya rubbed Lexa's back as they watched. "It's always hardest at first, little sis. But you showed real strength."

Clarke nodded. "This was just the start of finding yourself. We're here now."

Lexa smiled gratefully through bittersweet tears. With her family's love, she could view that scared girl with compassion, proud of the independent woman she was becoming.

The screen transitioned to show Lexa sitting in a crowded lecture hall on her college campus. Students chattered around her, but Lexa was lost in her own thoughts, doodling idly in her notebook.

When a blonde girl suddenly entered the room, Lexa's gaze was drawn to her immediately, as if by gravity. The chatter and noise of the room seemed to fade around the mystery girl's radiant presence.

Lexa watched, transfixed, as the girl confidently picked a seat and got settled, unaware of Lexa's eyes tracking her every movement. Lexa spent the rest of the class stealing glances at the beautiful, intriguing stranger instead of paying attention.

"Well would you look at that, I left quite an impression," Clarke teased, nudging Lexa playfully. Lexa smiled bashfully at being caught mooning over Clarke.

"You certainly did," Lexa murmured affectionately, giving Clarke a quick peck on the cheek before turning back to the screen, eager to relive the memories of how they first fell in love.

The screen faded back in to Lexa's sophomore year. That captivating blonde Clarke still caught her eye around lectures, her smile making Lexa's heart skip a beat each time. But Lexa could never quite work up the nerve to approach her.

Instead, a connection blossomed with Luna, a clever brunette who sat near Lexa in economics. Their classroom banter quickly led to inside jokes and study sessions that felt more like playful dates.

Lexa felt herself falling - Luna's quick wit, creativity, and fiercely independent spirit drawing her in. And being able to finally hold a girl's hand out in public on campus filled Lexa's heart to bursting.

For a time, it was perfect. But slowly, the laughter came less easily, the kisses less passionate. As the months passed, they both sensed this relationship had an expiration date. Still, Lexa knew she'd grown from loving Luna deeply, if not forever.

When they parted ways, Lexa mourned what they'd had. But she emerged wiser about listening to her heart's truths, unafraid of where it might lead next. More than ever, she felt ready to be bold when the right person came along.

And as the screen's scene changed, Lexa gave Clarke's hand a grateful squeeze, knowing where fate had guided her all along.

The screen showed Lexa reluctantly attending a party at the urging of her roommate. Loud music and crowds were not her scene. But when she spotted Clarke running out the door in tears, Lexa instantly rushed after her without a second thought.

She found Clarke curled up on a bench, mascara smudged down her cheeks. Tentatively, Lexa sat beside her and passed over a tissue. Clarke poured her heart out about walking in on her boyfriend Finn cheating.

Lexa listened and validated Clarke's pain. She spoke about her own experiences of being betrayed in the past. Their conversation flowed naturally as they realized how much they could relate to one another.

In comfort there was an undeniable connection - one that wouldn't be ignored again. Lexa walked Clarke home, both feeling they'd made a true friend to face life's ups and downs with. It was the start of something meaningful.

The screen jumped ahead to show Clarke and Lexa laughing together as they strolled across campus. In the months since the party, the two had become incredibly close friends.

Lexa's heart leapt whenever she was near Clarke. As they did homework together in the library, Lexa often found herself lost in Clarke's eyes instead of her textbooks.

She ached to reveal her true feelings, but fear held her back. Lexa was terrified of jeopardizing their precious friendship if Clarke didn't feel the same way.

So, Lexa kept her love silent and cherished every moment with Clarke - movie nights snuggled under blankets, cheering at sporting events, long talks lying under the stars.

Clarke remained oblivious to Lexa's pining looks and constant blushing. Lexa almost found the courage to confess her love, but the year ended with the words left unsaid.

"Don't worry, you'll tell me soon enough," Clarke reassured Lexa playfully, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. Lexa smiled and pulled Clarke closer as they resumed reminiscing.

Clarke was venting to Lexa about another infuriating date. "Ugh, at this point I'm ready to swear off men forever," she huffed.

She dramatically flopped backwards onto the bed. "Maybe I should just fully embrace being bisexual instead. Guys are the worst."

Lexa chuckled at her friend's theatrics. "Hey, nothing wrong with batting for both teams."

Clarke tilted her head. "Ha, good point," she replied with a grin.

Lexa smiled warmly. "However, you choose to identify is cool with me. I'll support you no matter what."

"Aww, you're the best," Clarke said appreciatively, giving her a quick side hug.

They chatted more about Clarke's dating woes and future plans. Lexa was just happy her friend felt comfortable being open about who she was.

Clarke laughed as the memory faded. "I was trying so hard to give you hints that I was interested in girls too," she said, turning to Lexa. "But you were oblivious!"

Lexa smiled sheepishly. "I know, I was too nervous to let myself believe you could like me as more than a friend."

"I definitely had a crush on you by then," Clarke admitted. "I'm glad we finally got on the same page."

She squeezed Lexa's hand affectionately before they turned back to watch the rest of their love story unfold.

The scene shifted again to Lexa fidgeted anxiously with her hands. She had to tell Clarke how she felt before they left for school.

"Clarke, I need to be honest about something," she started, heart racing. "I care about you as way more than a friend. And leaving you is killing me because…because I think I'm falling in love with you."

Clarke's eyes went wide, her breath hitching. For an agonizing moment Lexa was terrified she'd made a mistake.

But then Clarke surged forward, crashing their lips together clumsily in her urgency. Lexa melted into the passionate kiss; all her longing finally laid bare.

When they parted both were tearful, foreheads pressed together. "I'm so in love with you too," Clarke whispered emotionally. "I've been dying to tell you."

"Long distance will suck so much, but we'll make this work, I promise," Clarke vowed fiercely.

The scene shifted again as Clarke got up briefly from the bed she was sharing with Lexa.

Alone with her swirling thoughts, Lexa was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of emotions she hadn’t fully processed earlier. Tears of joy welled up unexpectedly as she thought about how special this moment was, how deeply she cared for Clarke.

When Clarke returned from the bathroom, she noticed Lexa quickly wipe at her eyes. "Hey, what's going on?" Clarke asked gently as she slid back under the covers. She tenderly brushed a strand of hair from Lexa's face.

Lexa gave a watery smile, debating whether to share what she was feeling.

Sensing Lexa's hesitation, Clarke took her hands. “Talk to me, love,” she urged with care.

Lexa took a shaky breath. “Just feeling very blessed and overcome right now,” she admitted honestly.

Lexa turned to Clarke, her expression open and vulnerable. “You're my first, Clarke. I’ve never been intimate with anyone before you.” She glanced down shyly.

Clarke's eyes softened with empathy. She pulled Lexa into a warm embrace. “I didn’t know this is your first time, love,” Clarke whispered, stroking Lexa's hair. “I assumed you and Luna had been together that way.”

Lexa nestled into Clarke, relieved she understood. "I was scared to share that before. But with you, this feels different. I’ve never felt closer to or trusted someone enough to be that vulnerable until now.”

Clarke smiled and kissed Lexa tenderly, conveying all the love in her heart then she murmured. “I’m honored to be your first.”

They held each other in the dark, this new depth to their connection bringing them even closer together.

As the scene on screen showed Clarke and Lexa's first time becoming intimate, Anya suddenly sat up and waved her hands.

"Whoa there, that's my cue to give you two some privacy," she exclaimed, shielding her eyes dramatically.

Lexa and Clarke burst out laughing as Anya leapt up from the couch.

"As happy as I am for you both, I do NOT need to see that kind of thing involving my little sister," Anya joked, pretending to head for the door.

"Oh come on, we're all adults here," Clarke teased back.

"Lalalala, I can't hear you," Anya called out loudly, making a show of covering her ears.

Lexa shook her head in amusement. "Don't worry Anya, it's fading out. We can handle a little romance without trauma."

Anya peeked back cautiously before retaking her seat. "Alright, but if clothes start coming off, I'm out of here!"

The sisters exchanged a playful grin, Anya's humor shining through as always. With lighthearted moments like this, even difficult memories could be fondly recalled.

The screen transitioned to a bustling university quad filled with graduating students in caps and gowns. Lexa spotted Clarke in the crowd and they rushed to embrace, overjoyed on this momentous occasion.

Scanning the audience, Lexa felt her heart swell seeing Anya and her father Gustus waving excitedly. Beside them were Clarke's parents, cheering loudly as they each crossed the stage to accept their diplomas.

After the ceremony, they met up with their family for hugs and photos. "We're so proud of you both," Gustus said, wiping away tears.

"What an amazing journey you've shared," Clarke's mom added warmly.

Anya playfully pretending to inspect their empty diploma cases. "Yep, these look legitimate!"

Everyone laughed together, faces glowing with pride and love on this special day.

Transitioning again Lexa noticed Anya's name flashing on her phone. She answered with a cheerful "Hello!" expecting her usual banter with her sister.

But Anya's solemn tone immediately told her something was wrong. "Lexa, there's been an accident. It's Dad…"

Lexa sank to the floor as Anya relayed what happened, tears already clouding her vision. "No, no, no…" she muttered in disbelief. Her father, her beloved Dad, gone? It couldn't be real.

But the pain in Anya's voice confirmed her worst fears. Lexa's whole body felt numb, unable to comprehend life without her father's steady presence. Anya stayed on the phone for hours, grieving together.

In the painful days that followed, Clarke became Lexa's rock - holding her up as she cried, making sure she took care of herself. At the funeral, they clung tightly to each other for support.

Watching the painful scene unfold, Anya's eyes glistened with tears. The grief still felt raw and immediate, even after all this time. She reached over and gently squeezed Lexa's shoulder in silent solidarity.

Clarke's heart ached for the girl she loved, knowing firsthand the agony of losing a father. She gripped Lexa's hand a little tighter, remembering how she had clung to Lexa for support on that awful day of her own father’s funeral.

Lexa placed her hand over Clarke's, drawing strength from her presence now as she had back then in her darkest moments. It had taken time, but together they had found their way through the grief.

The screen flashed to Lexa sitting on the edge of an unmade bed, gazing emptily around a messy dorm room. Textbooks and papers were strewn everywhere.

There was a knock on the door and Clarke entered slowly. "Hey Lexa," she said softly, surveying the disarray with worried eyes.

Lexa didn't respond, staring blankly at the floor. Dark circles shadowed her eyes and it looked like she hadn't showered in days.

Clarke's heart broke seeing her girlfriend so despondent. She sat gently next to Lexa and brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"The school called. They're worried about you," Clarke said delicately. Lexa just shrugged, eyes never leaving the floor.

Clarke rubbed her back. "I hate to see you struggling like this. Why don't you come stay with me for a while in Arkadia after the semester?"

Lexa finally met her gaze, eyes swimming with tears. "I dropped out of the program, Clarke. I just can't anymore." Her voice cracked as she collapsed into Clarke's arms.

The screen shifted to show Lexa slowly carrying boxes into Clarke's cozy apartment, her eyes downcast and movements heavy. She disappeared into the guest room without a word.

Over the next weeks, Lexa rarely emerged - either crying or staring blankly at the walls for hours on end. Clarke brought meals she barely touched and held Lexa when the grief overwhelmed her.

But Clarke never gave up hope. One sunny morning, she gently coaxed Lexa out to the balcony. Clarke stroked her hair as Lexa closed her eyes and turned her face up to the warm rays, tears glinting on her lashes. It was a start.

Anya watched the painful scenes, arm wrapped tightly around her sister even now. Clarke held Lexa's hand, heart swelling with pride at the incredible strength Lexa had shown even in her darkest moments.

As Lexa gradually emerged from the darkness of grief, she spent many late nights talking with Clarke about what truly mattered most to her.

"I don't think I want to continue down the path of getting an MBA," she admitted one evening after a long reflective walk. "Pursuing that degree was more about making good money than passion."

Clarke nodded, letting her continue.

"If I've learned anything from losing Dad, it's that life is short and unpredictable. I want to spend my years helping people in need, making a real difference."

Lexa took a deep breath. "I've decided I want to become a lawyer instead. Focusing on human rights or immigration law. What do you think?"

Clarke's face lit up with a proud smile. She took both of Lexa's hands in hers. "I think that sounds absolutely perfect for you. Your compassion and drive to protect the vulnerable have always been so inspiring." Lexa teared up at Clarke's wholehearted support.

The screen shifted to Lexa poring over LSAT study books and filling out law school applications with renewed energy. Clarke brought her coffee as she worked, exchanging excited smiles over this hopeful new chapter ahead.

Though the grief still came in waves, Lexa now had direction again. She felt her father's spirit urging her on as she pursued a career that honored the values of justice and service he had instilled in her.

With Clarke cheering her on, Lexa boldly stepped forward, determined to help others even as she still healed herself. Gustus would be proud of the strong, purpose-driven woman she was becoming.

The screen flashed forward several years to a bustling law school graduation. Clarke cheered loudly as Lexa crossed the stage, beaming with pride and clutching her hard-earned diploma.

After celebrating with Clarke and Anya, Lexa prepared for job interviews, focused on finding work that could make an impact.

The scene transitioned to show Lexa on her first day at a small law firm specializing in immigration cases. She entered her modest office, setting down a box of belongings and taking a moment to soak it all in.

Lexa gazed at the family photos she arranged on her desk, drawing strength from those who believed in her. Then she took a deep breath and began preparing for her first client meeting.

Over the next months and years, Lexa built a reputation as a caring, driven attorney fighting for immigrant clients seeking green cards, work visas, citizenship, and asylum.

She worked tirelessly, knowing each case represented the hopes and livelihood of entire families. Though often uphill battles, each small victory spurred Lexa on.

At times the work was heavy and frustrating, but Lexa persisted, constantly reminded of why she chose this path. There at her law firm, she had found her calling.

Clarke and Lexa snuggled together on the couch one evening, Clarke drawing comforting circles on Lexa's back.

Lexa took a deep breath before voicing something on her mind lately. "Clarke, what would you think about starting a family together?"

Clarke's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "You mean having a baby?"

Lexa nodded, suddenly shy. "Only if you want to, of course. But being with you these past years, building a life together…it feels like the right time to grow our family."

Clarke tilted her head thoughtfully. "We've never talked about kids. Is this something you've been thinking about a lot?"

"I have," Lexa said. "Seeing how nurturing you are with your patients…it made me realize I want a child with you."

Lexa entwined their hands. "We'd make such amazing mothers." Her voice grew thick with emotion.

Clarke squeezed Lexa's hand, equally moved. "I can't think of anything I want more than to raise a child together with you."

Their eyes locked, brimming with happy tears. Clarke pulled Lexa into a deep kiss, hope and joy spilling over at the promise of this new chapter ahead.

After many heartfelt discussions, Clarke and Lexa decided to move forward with starting a family together. They met with fertility specialists to begin the process.

The screen showed Lexa sitting anxiously in a doctor's office, clutching Clarke's hand tightly as they discussed options. Though the treatments could be draining, Lexa bravely moved forward.

There were many early mornings for appointments, injections of hormones, and procedures. Through it all, Clarke supported Lexa unwaveringly, keeping her spirits up.

Until finally, after months of effort, Lexa was able to take a pregnancy test and see those long-awaited two lines. The screen flashed to Lexa staring in awe at the positive result before pulling Clarke into a tearful embrace.

At the first ultrasound, they held hands tightly, overflowing with emotion as they heard their baby's heartbeat for the very first time. This tiny life they had dreamed of was real.

Though pregnancy came with discomforts, Lexa took it all in stride, rubbing her growing belly and feeling incredibly blessed. She and Clarke spent hours discussing baby names, decorating the nursery, and reading parenting books together.

As the screen showed a pregnant Lexa looking pale and nauseous, Anya gave her sister a playful nudge. "Morning sickness got you good, didn't it sis?" she ribbed lightheartedly. "I remember you living in the bathroom for weeks."

Lexa rolled her eyes but smiled good-naturedly at Anya's teasing. "Oh don't remind me," she laughed. "I was so sick at first I could barely get off the floor some days."

The sisters chuckled together, Anya's humor helping put the more difficult moments of pregnancy into perspective.

Against the odds, their little miracle was on the way. The screen showed Lexa beaming with one hand on her pregnant belly and the other wrapped around Clarke, their faces glowing with love and hope.

As the scenes from Lexa's pregnancy played across the screen, Clarke couldn't help but smile at the precious memories. She glanced over at Lexa, heart swelling as she remembered rubbing her ever-growing belly, feeling their baby kick for the first time. Clarke gave Lexa's hand a squeeze, reminiscing on those magical months spent preparing their home and lives for the priceless gift on the way.

The screen flashed to Lexa doubled over and breathing heavily as her water broke suddenly. Clarke rushed her to the hospital, hands clasped together.

After hours of painful contractions, Lexa was exhausted but continued pushing valiantly to bring their baby into the world. Clarke encouraged her through each contraction, wiping the sweat from her brow.

The nurses voiced concerns as labor progressed slowly. Lexa felt wracked with pain and fear but persevered, determined to safely deliver their daughter.

With Clarke by her side, she endured a grueling labor that stretched on nearly two days. Finally, with a last anguished push, their baby entered the world.

A piercing first cry filled the room and the nurses placed the wailing newborn on Lexa's chest. Tears of joy streamed down both mothers' cheeks as they gazed in awe at their daughter for the very first time.

In that transcendent moment, the painful labor faded away and overwhelming love took over. They had decided if it was a girl, her name would be Madilyn - Madi for short.

Lexa dropped kisses to her daughter's head, marveling at this miraculous child they were blessed to call their own. Their family was now complete.

As the poignant moments of Madi's birth and first meeting played out on the screen, both Clarke and Lexa felt tears well up. They clutched each other's hands tightly, emotions flooding over them.

Lexa let out a soft gasp, hand coming up to cover her mouth as she watched her exhausted but elated first embrace with baby Madi.

Clarke's eyes shimmered with happy tears seeing that powerful instant when they became mothers. She leaned into Lexa, feeling her body shaking with sobs.

They cried together, reliving the awe, joy and magic of bringing their precious daughter into the world. The tears were ones of overwhelmed gratitude for the lives they had created together.

As Clarke and Lexa wept watching baby Madi being born, Anya playfully elbowed her sister.

"Oh come on you two, turn off the waterworks," she ribbed with a smirk. "I know you're both saps but this is getting overly mushy, even for you."

Clarke and Lexa laughed through their tears, Anya's good-natured humor helping lighten the intensely emotional moment.

"We can't help it, it was just such a powerful memory," Clarke replied, wiping her eyes.

"Yeah Anya, just wait until we get to your birth scene," Lexa joked back with a watery chuckle.

"Don't worry, I made sure they didn't include the scene where you were my birth coach," Anya quipped with a smirk. "Some memories need to stay far away from this highlight reel."

The screen jumped ahead, showing a montage of cherished family moments of Madi as a baby and toddler.

There was a beaming young Madi on a camping trip, proudly holding up the first fish she caught.

Another showed Lexa and Clarke cuddled up with hot cocoa, watching Madi open presents on Christmas morning.

It flashed to the family laughing around a dinner table, Madi excitedly recounting her first day of kindergarten.

There were tender scenes of bedtime stories and family movie nights all snuggled together on the couch.

The montage rolled on to reveal Madi growing up - spelling bee wins, dance recitals, soccer games where her moms cheered loudly from the sidelines.

There were also glimpses into Lexa's meaningful work - celebrating citizenship ceremonies with clients, late nights prepping compelling court cases.

The screen jumped ahead to show a teenaged Madi arguing heatedly with Clarke and Lexa.

"You can't control my life!" she yelled, face red. "I'm going out with my friends whether you like it or not."

Clarke and Lexa exchanged worried looks. "We know you're growing up, but our rules are there for a reason," Clarke said evenly.

"Ugh I hate living here!" Madi shot back spitefully. "You never let me have any freedom." She grabbed her bag and stormed out the door.

Lexa sank onto the couch and put her head in her hands as the door slammed shut. "I thought we had a good relationship. Where did we go wrong?" she asked Clarke despairingly.

Clarke rubbed her back. "She's just pushing boundaries like all teens do. We'll get through this together."

The scenes progressed to more explosive fights as Madi pushed back against her mothers' attempts to set reasonable limits. She stayed out late, ignored calls, and refused to do chores or homework.

Though it was a painful phase, Lexa and Clarke did their best to react calmly. They knew this was part of Madi growing into an independent young woman. With patience and love, their family would find its way.

As the scenes moved closer to the fateful night of Madi's accident, Clarke instinctively tightened her grip on Lexa's hand. Lexa looked over; eyes full of sorrowful knowing.

They had lived through this painful memory once already. Now, watching those worried moments build towards the devastating late-night police visit was almost unbearable.

Clarke felt Lexa begin to tremble as the officer appeared at their doorway on-screen. She wrapped a steadying arm around her wife, pressing a kiss to her hair.

"I've got you," Clarke murmured. "We'll get through this together again."

Lexa clutched Clarke like a lifeline, tears escaping down her cheeks. Even knowing the relief that would come, those harrowing hours of uncertainty were overwhelming to re-live.

But Clarke's solid embrace and reassurance kept Lexa grounded. They had weathered the storms of life side-by-side before. This time, they knew Madi would ultimately be okay.

With Clarke's hand gripped firmly in hers, Lexa found the strength to face the accident aftermath once more. Their unbreakable bond helped soothe even the most painful memories.

"There's been an accident involving your daughter Madi," he relayed grimly. "She's been taken to the hospital."

Clarke gasped, hand flying to her mouth as Lexa stumbled back against the wall in shock. "Is she…" Clarke started, unable to finish the sentence.

"Alive but in critical condition," the officer confirmed. "I'll drive you there."

The scene changed to a waiting room where Lexa paced frantically while Clarke sat with her head in hands, both beside themselves with worry.

Finally, a doctor came out. "Your daughter is stable now. She has a concussion, some internal bleeding, and a broken arm, but we expect her to recover."

Clarke and Lexa collapsed into each other's arms, overwhelmed with relief that Madi would be okay after the harrowing accident.

When they were finally allowed in to see her, Madi broke down crying. "I'm so sorry Mom and Mama. Please forgive me," she said through tears.

They rushed to embrace her gently. "We're just thankful you're alive," Clarke murmured, kissing Madi's forehead. Lexa could only nod, too emotional to speak.

Though long recoveries lay ahead, their family was reunited and the tensions of Madi's teenage years seemed to melt away in the face of this trauma. What mattered most was health and love.

As the screen flashed through scenes of Madi's difficult teenage years and traumatic accident, it became too much for Lexa. She stood up abruptly, shaking.

"I'm sorry, I need a break from this for a few moments," she said shakily, stepping away from the screen.

Clarke quickly paused the memory playback. She went to Lexa and enveloped her in a comforting hug.

"It's okay, let's take a breather outside," Clarke said gently. She kept an arm around Lexa as they exited the screening room to sit on a bench overlooking the idyllic meadow.

The fresh air and change of scenery immediately helped calm Lexa's emotions. She took a few deep breaths as Clarke soothingly rubbed her back.

After some time reflecting in silence, Lexa turned to Clarke. "Thank you for understanding. I just got overwhelmed re-living those painful parts of Madi's life. I needed a pause."

Clarke kissed her tenderly. "Of course, love. We can take this at whatever pace you need."

Lexa smiled gratefully, taking Clarke's hand. With her wife's endless support, she felt ready to continue the journey through their cherished memories - the difficult and the joyful.

After regrouping outside for a while, Clarke and Lexa made their way back into the cozy cottage. Anya had paused the screen on a serene landscape while she waited.

As soon as they entered, Anya went straight to Lexa and enveloped her in a fierce, protective hug.

Lexa melted into her big sister's embrace, feeling the comforting, familiar love they had shared since childhood.

"I know that was really tough to sit through again," Anya murmured, uncharacteristically emotional as she held Lexa tight.

After a long moment, they finally pulled apart. Lexa gave a watery chuckle. "Look at you getting all sentimental on me. You really are just a big old softie now, aren't you sis?"

Anya laughed and ruffled Lexa's hair affectionately. "Don't you dare tell anyone."

Clarke smiled warmly at the sisters' playful banter, heart filled seeing this vulnerable side of Anya.

With her family's steadfast support, Lexa felt ready to continue exploring the memories - the difficult and the beautiful - knowing she didn't have to face them alone.

The screen's tone shifted, now flashing through heartwarming scenes of Madi graduating high school surrounded by her proud, cheering mothers.

More milestone moments followed - Madi ecstatically opening her college acceptance letter, then four years later graduating as valedictorian, celebrating with her family.

It showed Lexa's thrilled smile as she opened the doors to her very own law firm, after years of diligently working her way up.

Clarke was featured accepting a promotion to Head of Pediatrics at her hospital, eyes glistening as she shook her boss's hand.

There were touching scenes of family vacations together - laughing on the beaches of exotic locales, hiking stunning mountain trails, trying new cuisines.

Through it all, Madi happily embraced adulthood as her own woman while remaining close with her mothers. Even as life brought busyness, their family bond endured, carrying them through each season.

As the happy scenes progressed, Anya knew what was coming next. She reached over and grasped Lexa's hand supportively.

Lexa turned to look at her sister, eyes full of sorrowful understanding. Though many years had passed, the loss of Anya had felt far too soon.

"I'm right here with you," Anya said, voice thick with emotion as she gave Lexa's hand a comforting squeeze.

The screen shifted to a lively 50th birthday party for Lexa. Laughing guests mingled with drinks in hand while upbeat music played.

Lexa grinned as she opened gifts. Clarke snapped photos while Anya watched her little sister with pride and affection.

As the night went on, Anya suddenly felt an ominous tightness in her chest. She clutched at it, face distorting in pain. Alarmed, Lexa rushed to her side.

"Anya! What's wrong?"

Anya collapsed forward into Lexa's arms, gasping for breath. Partygoers shouted and scrambled to help as Lexa lowered Anya to the floor, clutching her sister desperately.

"Someone call 911!" Clarke yelled, kneeling beside them. Lexa cradled Anya's head in her lap, tears streaming down her face.

"Just hold on, help is coming," she pleaded. But the light was already fading from Anya's frightened eyes.

With a final rasping breath, Anya went still. The music and chatter died away, leaving only shocked silence and Lexa's anguished sobs as she clung to her sister's lifeless body.

As the screen went dark, Lexa broke down, guttural sobs wracking her body. The trauma of helplessly witnessing Anya's sudden death flooded over her anew.

Anya immediately wrapped Lexa in her arms, holding her shaking sister close. "I've got you, I'm right here," she murmured.

Lexa clung to Anya, tears soaking into her shirt. "Why did you have to leave us so soon?" she wept.

Anya stroked her hair gently. "I know, I know. But my spirit never really left you," she said softly.

They stayed embraced until Lexa's sobs quieted to shaky breaths. Anya kept an arm around her shoulder, providing the same steadfast comfort she had given her little sister all their lives.

Finally Lexa looked up through red-rimmed eyes. "I'm just so grateful we're together again," she whispered hoarsely.

Anya gave a bittersweet smile. "Me too. But no more tears now. We have more happy memories coming."

Lexa nodded and took a deep breath, Anya's reassuring presence helping soothe the lingering ache of loss. She was ready to continue on surrounded by the family she loved.

The scene transitioned to a sunny backyard filled with smiling faces. Lexa stood under a flower-wrapped arch, nervous excitement making her hands tremble.

Clarke appeared, radiant in a simple white dress, and the attendees all stood. Madi walked Clarke down the makeshift aisle, kissing her mother's cheek before placing Clarke's hand in Lexa's.

"After decades of sharing our lives, now feels like the perfect time to make it official," Clarke said, voice thick with emotion.

Lexa blinked back joyful tears. "You've held my heart since the moment we met. I can't wait to finally call you my wife."

In her vows, Lexa professed her unwavering love and admiration for the incredible person Clarke was. Clarke promised Lexa that this was just the beginning of forever together.

As they exchanged rings and kissed tenderly, a cheer went up from those gathered. Though long committed as partners, saying these meaningful vows cemented Lexa and Clarke's soulful bond.

Their patience in waiting for this moment made it all the sweeter. Their union had only grown stronger through a lifetime of ups and downs weathered arm in arm.

As the screen displayed Lexa and Clarke tenderly kissing at the altar, overcome with emotion on their long-awaited wedding day, the real Lexa and Clarke found themselves drawn together.

Clarke cradled Lexa's face and brought their lips together in a mirror of the passionate kiss playing out on-screen.

They held each other close, transported back to the joy and magic of that special moment becoming wives at last.

When they finally pulled back, breathless and beaming, Anya let out a watery chuckle. "Well that was quite the reenactment," she teased gently.

Clarke and Lexa turned to see Anya quickly wiping a stray tear from her eye.

"It's just…I wish I could have been there to see it in real time," Anya admitted thickly.

Lexa immediately went to hug her sister. "I know, I wish that too," she said, holding Anya tight. "But you were there in spirit."

Clarke joined the embrace. No matter what they had lost, this family would always remain woven together at the soul.

The screen jumped to Clarke and Lexa's cozy kitchen, where a nervous Madi sat down with them.

"Moms, I have some big news," she began, fiddling with her hands. "I'm pregnant."

Clarke and Lexa's eyes widened in surprise. They exchanged an emotional look.

Madi took a shaky breath. "We're young, and it's sooner than expected. But Aiden and I have decided we want to raise this child together. You're going to be grandmothers."

Tears sprang to Lexa and Clarke's eyes. They rushed from their seats to embrace Madi, overjoyed at the prospect of a grandchild.

"We're here for you one hundred percent," Clarke said supportively, holding Madi's face in her hands.

Lexa knelt beside Madi "We can't wait to meet this little one," she said, voice thick with emotion.

The screen flipped to a hospital room where Lexa and Clarke cradled a tiny newborn swaddled in a pink blanket. Madi lay resting in the hospital bed while an elated Aiden looked on.

"She's absolutely perfect," Clarke whispered, overcome with emotion as the baby gripped her finger.

"We're so proud of you both," Lexa added through joyful tears, kissing Madi's forehead.

Madi and Aiden shared a loving smile. "We want you to meet your granddaughter, Hope Alison," Madi said softly.

Tears spilled down Lexa and Clarke's cheeks at the meaningful name. "It's beautiful," Clarke choked out. "Welcome to the world, darling Hope."

The new grandparents were over the moon. After all these years, their family was blossoming with new life and boundless love to carry forth into the future.

As the tender scene faded from the screen, Clarke turned to Lexa, eyes crinkling with joy. "Do you remember how tiny and perfect Hope felt in our arms that day?"

Lexa beamed, heart swelling. "I'll never forget it. She was the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen."

They shared a happy smile, reminiscing on the emotional day they first met their precious grandchild.

Baby Hope giggling as Clarke and Lexa spoiled her with kisses. Madi announcing another pregnancy, then giving birth to a son, Isaac.

Lexa beaming proudly as she walked little Hope to her first day of school. Clarke cheering loudly at Isaac's T-ball games.

There were birthday parties with lopsided cakes, hugs and laughter. More family vacations, creating new memories together.

Thanksgiving dinners with Aiden's family blending seamlessly with Clarke and Lexa's family.

As Madi's children grew before their eyes, Lexa and Clarke found the simple joys in slow dances, bedtime stories, and rainy days spent playing. Their family expanded with love.

In between it all were tender moments of Clarke and Lexa still in their prime - holding hands contently on sunny park walks, cooking dinner together, trading loving glances across the table.

Caught up in the heartwarming memories playing across the screen, Clarke and Lexa temporarily lost themselves in nostalgia.

They watched Madi and the grandkids laughing together at Christmas, becoming immersed in the tender scene.

Suddenly the screen cut to a doctor solemnly informing Clarke she had stage 2 ovarian cancer. Clarke gasped, hand flying to her mouth in shock.

Lexa's chest constricted with remembered pain as scenes flashed of Clarke going through grueling chemotherapy, hooked up to IVs in the hospital.

They gripped each other close, breathing shakily. The happy moments faded as Clarke's challenging treatment played out, her health rapidly declining.

Lexa trembled, Clarke's devastating diagnosis still feeling raw. But Clarke's steady presence beside her kept Lexa grounded, reminding her that they had weathered this storm once before.

The screen showed a pale, exhausted Clarke taking Lexa's hands one day after a painful chemo session.

"I can't keep doing this," she said weakly. "The treatments are destroying my quality of life without much benefit."

Lexa's eyes filled with sorrow, knowing what Clarke was asking.

Clarke gave a sad smile. "I want to spend whatever time I have left being present with you, Madi, and the grandkids - making memories."

Lexa held back tears and nodded. Though it broke her heart, she understood Clarke's choice.

The next scene showed Clarke settled into their bedroom, now converted to a comfortable hospice space with Madi and Lexa caring for her.

Though devastating, Lexa focused on making Clarke's last days special. They looked through old albums, watched home videos, reminisced for hours recalling a beautiful life together.

When the end drew near, Lexa laid in bed holding Clarke close. "I'll always be with you," Clarke whispered. "You gave my life meaning."

Lexa laid beside her in bed, memorizing every detail of Clarke's face, wanting her touch imprinted.

Madi sat on the edge holding Clarke's frail hand, silent tears falling. Aiden stood behind her, hands on Madi's shoulders in solemn support.

As daylight faded, Clarke's breath slowed. Lexa leaned in close, murmuring enduring words of devotion into Clarke's ear.

With a final, peaceful exhale, Clarke went still in Lexa's arms. Lexa bowed her head, pressing a kiss to Clarke's forehead as grief overcame her.

Madi wept, kissing her mother's hand one last time. "We'll look after Mom for you," she promised through sobs.

Lexa clung to Clarke's body, unable to let go. But eventually she surrendered to much needed rest, Clarke's spirit watching over her.

Watching Clarke's final, weakening breaths play out was too much for Lexa. With a broken sob, she turned from the screen directly into Clarke's waiting arms.

Lexa wept into Clarke's shoulder, overwhelmed by the visceral agony of losing her soulmate once more. Clarke held her shaking wife close, whispering soothing words as she stroked her hair.

"I'm here, love. We're together again," Clarke murmured gently. She rocked Lexa as guttural cries racked her body.

Lexa clung to Clarke like a lifeline, tears soaking into her shirt. The pain was just as raw and real. But this time, Clarke's comforting embrace reminded her of the hope ahead.

After long moments wrapped in Clarke's arms, Lexa's cries quieted to shaky breaths. Clarke wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"I will never leave you," Clarke promised, looking deeply into Lexa's eyes. Lexa nodded, finding consolation in their unbreakable spiritual bond.

They turned back to the screen hand in hand, ready to confront the hard moments knowing joy still waited on the other side.

The screen transitioned to a somber funeral, the sky overcast and gray. Lexa stood before the casket as a stream of mourners offered hugs and tearful condolences.

She remained numb throughout the service, Madi's steadying hand on her back the only tether as her soulmate was lowered into the cold earth.

In the painful months that followed, Lexa spiraled into a deep depression. She wandered through the empty house they had shared, Clarke's lingering scent haunting her.

With Madi's gentle coaxing, she started therapy and antidepressants, but Lexa still struggled to find purpose alone. Her will to live had been tied to Clarke.

Most days Lexa could barely get out of bed, wishing only to fade away and join Clarke again. The grief was a heavy darkness threatening to consume her completely.

Lexa had been adrift in her grief for months, unable to even step foot in the law firm that she had built. Her concerned partners kindly kept operations running in her absence.

One day while halfheartedly sorting through neglected case files, one caught Lexa's eye - an immigrant mother of three pleading for asylum to flee a deadly drug lord in her home country.

As she read the detailed death threats and the family's desperate pleas for sanctuary, something in Lexa reignited. This was exactly the kind of case she had founded her firm to take on.

Over the next days, Lexa rigorously prepared their asylum claim, working with a passion she thought was lost. The judge ruled compassionately in the family's favor, granting them safety.

When the weeping mother hugged Lexa tightly in gratitude, she knew this was her calling. Though her heart still ached for Clarke, she could carry on their mission of helping others in need.

One case at a time, Lexa rediscovered purpose. Guiding families to safety like this would have made Clarke proud. Though Lexa would never stop missing her wife, she focused on living meaningful days honoring Clarke's bright legacy.

As the screen showed Lexa fervently preparing asylum cases once more, Clarke turned to her wife with a proud smile. She reached over and squeezed Lexa's hand affectionately.

"Seeing you fight for those families again makes my heart soar," Clarke said tenderly. "You always had such strength and compassion to change lives."

Lexa gave a bittersweet smile, clutching Clarke's hand. Though losing Clarke had shattered her, she now felt called back to purpose - guided by the enduring love they shared.

As the screen showed an older but still vibrant Lexa continuing to work tirelessly at the firm, Anya elbowed her sister playfully.

"Still don't know how to relax, do you sis?" she ribbed. "Most people that age are retired or at least working part time."

Lexa chuckled, eyes crinkling with mirth. "You know I'd have gone crazy just sitting around. Work kept me feeling alive."

"Clearly!" Anya laughed. Lexa smiled and shook her head indulgently.

While Lexa tried to maintain her usual hectic workload, scenes began showing the unavoidable effects of aging.

She moved a bit slower some mornings, needing an extra cup of coffee to combat fatigue. Cases took longer as her eyes grew weary late into the night.

Lexa's partners urged her to scale back her hours, but she waved them off. This firm and its mission had defined so much of her life's purpose.

But her body steadily betrayed her dedication. Arthritis crept into her hands, making typing legal briefs painfully laborious. Her back ached from long days hunched over files.

Lexa reluctantly cut back to part-time, her energy unable to match her drive anymore. She leaned on a cane while still stubbornly making the walk into work each day.

A frail, elderly Lexa was shuffling around her home when suddenly she collapsed. Madi received an emergency call that her mother had suffered a severe stroke.

At the hospital, doctors relayed the grim prognosis to Madi - the stroke had caused too much brain damage for Lexa to recover. She was hooked to a ventilator, her body sustained only by machines.

Madi sat sobbing beside her unresponsive mother, holding her hand as monitors beeped rhythmically. She knew Lexa had not wanted to linger like this. When Lexa first got sick, they'd had the difficult talk about her wishes.

Though it shattered Madi's heart, she requested the doctors discontinue the ventilator keeping Lexa's hollow shell alive. She clung to her mother as the machines were silenced, saying a final goodbye.

Clarke, Lexa, and Anya sat silently as the heartbreaking scene unfolded - Madi weeping over her mother Lexa's hospital bed, making the agonizing choice to let her go.

Watching Madi's raw grief during Lexa's final moments was still profoundly heavy.

Lexa reached for Clarke and Anya's hands, taking comfort in their presence beside her. Seeing her own fragile body giving out was difficult, but the pain of leaving Madi consumed her all over again.

"Oh, my sweet girl," Lexa whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. Anya wrapped a steady arm around her sister in support.

Clarke pressed a kiss to Lexa's hair. "You were so brave at the end, love. And Madi showed such strength staying by your side."

Lexa sighed shakily, soaking in their solace. Though hard to witness her final days, she had made peace with the inevitability of death long ago. Her family's love had seen her through to a gentle farewell.

Now reunited beyond earthly bounds, the three took a moment to honor the passing of Lexa's mortal form. But they found hope and gratitude remembering the vibrant, meaningful life she had lived and the enduring bonds she left behind.

As the screen faded to black, Anya turned to Clarke and Lexa. "I'm going to let you two have some time. I'll be just outside if you need me."

She gave Lexa's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "You've been so strong getting through the hardest parts. But I know seeing all that couldn't have been easy."

Lexa offered a small, grateful smile. "Thank you, Anya. Some time alone with Clarke sounds nice."

Clarke nodded appreciatively at Anya. After witnessing Lexa's passing, they could both use a quiet moment together to process their emotions.

Anya hugged them both before heading out. Alone now, Clarke took Lexa's hands tenderly. "No more tears, love. Our story didn't end there."

Lexa leaned into Clarke's steady strength. Though reliving the grief was painful, the comfort of Clarke's presence reminded her of the hope and joy still to come.

As they sat reflecting, Lexa turned to Clarke. "What comes next for us?"

Clarke smiled reassuringly. "We have so many choices, love. We can stay here in this tranquil place for as long as we wish."

She cradled Lexa's face. "Or, we could journey back to the living world together and be reborn, make new memories." Clarke kissed Lexa tenderly. "I will follow you anywhere. Our souls are forever bound, in this life and whatever comes after."

Lexa's eyes shone with devotion. She pulled Clarke into a passionate embrace.

"As long as we're together, I'm home," Lexa whispered. "Maybe someday we will live again. But for now, staying here with you sounds perfect."

Clarke held Lexa close. "Then this place will be our paradise."

The cottage glowed around them, ready to reshape into whatever they desired. Lexa and Clarke had an eternity to explore, only guided by their love.

They had weathered all life could give. Now their spirits could journey on unencumbered, always side by side.

Whatever this next chapter held, they had each other to share an infinite journey beyond earthly bounds. Their unbreakable love had defied all trials and separation. Now it would light their way into forever.

As Lexa took Clarke's hand and stepped into the warm glow enveloping the cottage, she felt ready to discover what awaited on the other side - the next chapter of their eternal journey together.

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Lexa stalked silently through the dark forest; her pale skin almost glowing in the moonlight. She was on the hunt, searching for a small animal to quench her vampire thirst for blood. Her senses were heightened, picking up on the smallest sounds and movements around her.

She paused, inhaling deeply. The musky scent of a rabbit wafted on the breeze. Lexa's eyes dilated with anticipation. In a blur, she raced towards the source of the scent. She spotted the rabbit nibbling on grass in a small clearing. Dropping into a crouch, she slowly circled it, cutting off any escape.

The rabbit's nose twitched nervously, sensing danger but unable to pinpoint it. Lexa waited for the perfect moment, muscles coiled and ready to strike. When the rabbit turned its back, presenting an open target, Lexa pounced. Before it could even squeal in terror, her fangs were embedded in its neck.

The sweet, metallic taste of blood-filled Lexa's mouth as she drank greedily. The rabbit struggled briefly in her iron grip before going limp. She drained it dry, sating her vampire thirst. Tossing aside the lifeless body, Lexa licked the excess blood from her lips and fangs.

The hunt was successful, but she would need more blood soon. For now, her strength was renewed.

Lexa tensed, her vampire senses on high alert. Loud crashes and snarls echoed through the forest. Whatever was making that racket was not even trying to move quietly.

She crept towards the source; her footsteps utterly silent. As she got closer, Lexa picked up the scent of wet dog - a werewolf no doubt. Were they fighting among themselves or attacking some other prey?

Peering between the trees, she spotted two large werewolves viciously battling each other in a clearing. They were massive, snarling beasts, trading bites and scratches. One had a light gray coat, the other a rusty brown. The gray werewolf seemed to be winning, pinning its opponent down and going for the throat.

Lexa watched with interest but did not intervene. The werewolves were too occupied with their own in-fighting to notice her presence. She wondered if the blonde werewolf Clarke was involved in this conflict. Perhaps it was best for Lexa to let them weaken each other for now.

The brown werewolf let out a final whimper as the gray's jaws crushed its windpipe. With its rival dead, the hulking gray beast threw back its head and howled in victory. The sound sent a chill through the forest and Lexa decided it was time to slip away before she was detected. Werewolves could be deadly foes, even for a skilled vampire like herself. She would continue hunting easier prey this night.

Lexa moved through the dark forest as silently as a shadow, eager to put distance between herself and the warring werewolves. But as she passed a thick corpse of trees, a menacing growl stopped her in her tracks.

Whirling around, she came face-to-face with none other than her nemesis, the blonde werewolf Clarke. Clarke was in her human form, but her blue eyes flashed dangerously.

"What are you doing on my territory, bloodsucker?" Clarke snarled.

"Your territory?" Lexa scoffed. "I've roamed these woods far longer than you, mutt."

Clarke's lip curled back in the beginning of a snarl. "Things have changed since you lurked here last, vampire. These lands belong to my pack now."

Lexa tensed, ready for a fight. She bared her fangs at the arrogant werewolf. "I go where I please, dog."

For a moment, it seemed as if the ancient feud between their kinds would erupt into violence once more. But then Lexa reconsidered. She was outnumbered here. Perhaps it would be wiser to retreat for now and return later to hunt.

"This isn't over," Lexa vowed. Then with vampire speed, she whirled and sprinted away into the darkness.

Clarke watched the vampire flee with disgust. "Cowardly bloodsucker," she muttered. But she knew they would meet again. The unending war between werewolves and vampires would continue.

Lexa entered the underground lair she shared with her vampire companion Anya. Still irritated after her encounter with the werewolf Clarke, Lexa stalked over to where Anya was perched on a stone ledge.

"The werewolves are getting bolder," Lexa fumed. "I caught that blonde mutt Clarke claiming my hunting grounds as her territory tonight."

Anya hissed in displeasure, her eyes flashing red. "They need to be put in their place. Is her pack very large?"

"I'm not sure of their numbers yet," Lexa admitted. She described her tense confrontation with Clarke.

"Hmm, it seems conflict is inevitable," Anya mused. "How did you feel seeing your old enemy again?"

Lexa paused, considering the question. Truthfully, her fury at Clarke had been tinged with another emotion she couldn't quite identify. The fire of their old feud had reignited at their meeting, but there was something more to her feelings.

"I'm not certain," Lexa finally answered. "She's infuriating…but also intriguing in a way. Our kinds have been at war for so long. I wonder if peace could ever be possible."

Anya scoffed. "Peace with those mongrels? Unlikely. Don't let your guard down, Lexa. She's still just a filthy dog."

Lexa nodded, pushing down her conflicted feelings. Anya was right - Clarke was an enemy, no matter what else Lexa felt. This was no time for doubt.

"Then we prepare for battle," Lexa declared coldly. She would harden her heart and do what needed to be done to defend her territory.

For several nights, Lexa prowled the shadowy woods, searching for any sign of Clarke's werewolf pack. She expected to hear their loud, brutish noises or pick up their wet dog scent on the wind. But the forest remained eerily quiet and still, almost like the calm before a storm.

Lexa stalked through the trees with supernatural speed and silence, her senses strained to the maximum. She found nothing - no fur, no paw prints, no territorial markings. It was as if the werewolves had simply vanished. But Lexa knew they were out there somewhere, lurking and watching.

Each night she hunted fruitlessly, frustration mounting. She had hoped to locate their lair in order to launch a preemptive attack. Anya was growing impatient back in their own hidden cave, eager for vengeance.

Where were the mongrels hiding? How could such large creatures seemingly disappear without a trace? Lexa couldn't believe they had abandoned these woods completely. No, Clarke's arrogant claim of territory meant they were still around, lurking out of sight.

Lexa refused to give up her search. She would comb every inch of forest if she had to. The vampires could not allow these dogs to drive them from their own hunting grounds. When she finally found the pack, there would be a reckoning.

Until then, she would keep hunting in the darkness, watching and waiting for any sign of the werewolves who had eluded her for so long. Her feud with Clarke and the others was far from over.

For weeks, the woods had been deathly silent with no signs at all of the werewolf pack. Eventually, Lexa assumed they must have abandoned her territory and moved on. The vampire reprieve allowed her to focus on hunting prey rather than rivals.

One night, as Lexa crept through the trees seeking a meal, an unfamiliar scent caught her attention. She inhaled deeply, trying to identify the strange smell. It was earthy and musky, almost like…

Suddenly, a mass of golden fur burst from the bushes and barrelled into Lexa, knocking her to the ground. She found herself face-to-face with a snarling wolf - none other than her rival, Clarke.

Clarke had caught the vampire unaware, but Lexa quickly recovered from her surprise. She kicked out hard, throwing the wolf off of her. In a blur, Lexa was back on her feet, fangs bared and ready to fight. Clarke circled her slowly, looking for an opening to attack again.

With startling speed, the wolf lunged once more. Lexa found herself pinned beneath the snarling wolf, unable to break free from Clarke's viselike grip. She braced herself for the inevitable killing strike from the werewolf's powerful jaws. This was it - her feud with Clarke would finally end here.

But the fatal bite never came. Instead, Lexa was surprised to see the golden fur recede as the wolf shapeshifted into her blonde human form. Yet Clarke kept Lexa firmly immobilized against the ground.

Lexa thrashed angrily. "Get off me, mutt!" she spat.

Clarke said nothing, simply staring down at the vampire with an unreadable expression. Then she did something completely unexpected. Slowly, Clarke leaned in, her face drawing closer and closer to Lexa's.

Lexa froze in confusion and outrage. "What are you…" she started to hiss. But her protest was cut off as Clarke's lips pressed insistently against her own. Shocked, Lexa could only lay rigid in disbelief.

After a long moment, Clarke pulled back, her blue eyes meeting Lexa's green ones. In those crystalline depths, Lexa saw not hatred, but longing and conflict instead. Before Lexa could react, Clarke released her and stood up.

"This isn't over," the werewolf said simply. Then she turned and ran away, soon disappearing into the shadows.

Lexa remained sprawled on the ground, staring after her in bewilderment. The kiss had sparked unfamiliar sensations within her. What was the meaning behind this encounter? Lexa didn't know, but she realized things between her and Clarke were far more complicated than she thought.

Lexa slipped back into the underground cave she shared with Anya, moving quietly so as not to disturb her fellow vampire. She needed time alone to process her bizarre encounter with Clarke.

The werewolf had attacked her, and yet ended up kissing her passionately instead of killing her. Why had Clarke done it? They were sworn enemies, their kinds locked in an age-old bloody feud. And yet…

Lexa's fingers brushed her lips, which still tingled from the pressure of Clarke's surprisingly soft mouth against them. Kissing a vampire should have revolted the werewolf, but instead some hidden desire had flared up between them in that moment.

But what did it mean? Surely Clarke still hated her on some level. Lexa was thoroughly confused by the werewolf's actions and her own conflicted reaction. She had never felt such a potent, exhilarating mix of emotions before.

Lexa knew she couldn't tell Anya about the kiss. Her friend would interpret it as a sign of weakness. She needed time to unravel the mystery of Clarke's motivation and explore the foreign feelings awakened within herself.

Until she had answers, Lexa would keep the kiss a secret. She hoped another encounter with Clarke would provide insight into this strange new dimension of their relationship beyond pure hatred. What mattered now was understanding the growing connection between vampire and werewolf.

The following night, Lexa set out into the moonlit forest seeking Clarke, determined to confront her mysterious enemy. She tracked through the woods until a glow through the trees ahead signaled a campfire. Approaching cautiously, Lexa spotted Clarke sitting alone by the flickering flames.

Lexa crouched down a safe distance away, observing the blonde werewolf. Clarke seemed lost in thought, her blue eyes staring pensively at the dancing firelight. She showed no sign of noticing Lexa's presence.

Several minutes passed with Lexa simply studying her rival, unsure whether to reveal herself or keep spying. Just as she was about to slip away, Clarke suddenly called out into the darkness.

"Lexa…you can come out. I promise I won't attack you." Clarke's tone was serious and calm.

After a brief hesitation, Lexa stood up and slowly walked into the firelight where Clarke could see her. The werewolf's expression remained neutral and non-threatening. An awkward silence hung between them.

Finally Clarke spoke again. "We should talk…" She paused, then added pointedly, "…about what happened last night."

Lexa tensed warily but gave a slight nod. She had so many burning questions about the kiss. Perhaps now, face to face across the flames, she would finally get some answers from this puzzling enemy who was beginning to seem like something more.

The two women gazed at each other across the flickering fire, the light dancing over vampire and werewolf. After a long silence, Clarke finally spoke.

"When I tackled you last night, my only thought was ripping out your throat," she confessed bluntly. "Our kinds have been at war so long…I thought I hated you."

Lexa nodded. She had expected the same swift death herself in that moment.

Clarke continued slowly. "But then I pinned you down, and I looked into your eyes…and something stopped me. There was something there underneath the fury that I didn't expect to see."

She took a breath. "Somehow in that instant, hatred didn't make sense anymore. Instead, I…I realized I wanted to kiss you." Clarke looked almost shy admitting it.

"So why did you?" Lexa asked quietly. This astonishing truce between old rivals was unprecedented.

"I don't know," sighed Clarke. "Instinct, impulse…For a moment I forgot we were enemies. All I knew was that I needed to feel my lips on yours."

Lexa met Clarke's earnest gaze, a new understanding dawning. Here, by the fire, their true feelings were laid bare - and they were far more complex than either had realized.

Lexa's mind raced as she tried to comprehend Clarke's words. This confession shed new light on the werewolf's actions, though Lexa still felt confused.

"You forgot we were enemies…" Lexa echoed slowly. She had never imagined a sworn rival could see her that way. The kiss seemed to have unlocked something in Clarke, some latent desire she herself didn't fully understand.

Clarke met her eyes earnestly. "In that moment, the only thing that mattered was how we felt about each other."

Lexa's instincts told her to harden her heart against this. And yet…she couldn't deny the new feelings Clarke's kiss had evoked in her as well. Underneath the hatred bred into them by their kinds, there was an undeniable connection.

"I don't know what to think," Lexa admitted honestly. "For so long we've been taught that your kind and mine must always be at war."

Clarke nodded solemnly. "Believe me, it goes against everything I was raised to feel. But when we kissed… didn't you sense it too?"

Lexa paused, then gave a tiny nod. As frightening and irrational as it seemed, she had felt it - a spark of something powerful and inexplicable.

They sat in thoughtful silence for awhile. This changed everything between them, but where did they go from here? Defying the ancient feud would have consequences, and yet neither could deny what was growing in their hearts.

"What happens now?" Lexa finally asked quietly. Clarke met her intense green gaze, the firelight dancing in her blue eyes.

"I don't know," she admitted. "But I think we have a chance to find out."

Lexa sat across from Clarke on the opposite side of the crackling fire, neither of them speaking. They simply gazed at each other through the licking flames, the light casting a warm glow on their faces.

Inside, Lexa's emotions raged in conflict. Being here, engaging in a tentative truce with a sworn enemy, went against her vampire instincts. Anya would surely call her foolish and weak for not attacking Clarke while she had the chance.

And yet…Lexa could not deny the connection she had felt in their kiss. There was something between them that defied the hatred bred into their kinds. An undeniable bond that felt strangely…right.

Clarke's eyes reflected the same turmoil Lexa felt. But they also held a spark of hope. Could this ancient feud between their peoples truly end if they chose to pursue these feelings? It seemed impossible.

The silence stretched on as vampire and werewolf were lost in their own contemplation. Their future path was uncertain. Pursuing this connection could bring grave consequences from both their kinds.

Yet neither made a move to leave. They found comfort in each other's quiet company as they tried to make sense of the new understanding between them. For now, this fragile truce was enough.

The two sat gazing at one another across the flickering fire for what felt like an eternity. The passion of their first kiss still hung unspoken between them.

Finally, without even realizing she had decided to move, Lexa slowly rose to her feet. Clarke watched the vampire warily but didn't retreat as Lexa rounded the campfire. When Lexa drew close, she extended her hand slowly, as if approaching a wild animal.

Clarke remained still, her eyes never leaving Lexa's. When she made no move to pull away, Lexa lowered herself down beside the blonde werewolf. This close, their connection was palpable, like a live current arcing between them.

Unable to resist any longer, Lexa reached out and caressed Clarke's cheek with cool, pale fingers. Clarke's eyelids fluttered at the touch. Their faces drew closer, lips nearly brushing.

In that suspended moment, every voice of reason and doubt fell silent in Lexa's mind. She closed the last sliver of distance between them and captured Clarke's lips in a soft, searching kiss. After a breath, Clarke responded, kissing her back with rising passion.

In this kiss, an unspoken promise passed between vampire and werewolf. Enemies no more, they had found something here stronger than hatred - hope for a love powerful enough to change fate itself.

Lexa's undead heart pounded as she slowly broke the kiss with Clarke. As their lips parted, the enormity of what just happened between them sunk in. Kissing the werewolf had felt so right in the moment but doubt now flooded Lexa's mind.

Clarke's eyes fluttered open, confusion and hurt flashing across her face as Lexa abruptly pulled away. But the vampire knew she couldn't stay a second longer, the risk was too great. This connection was dangerous for both of them.

Without a word, Lexa leaped to her feet, turning from Clarke's reaching hand. She heard the werewolf call her name desperately, but Lexa did not look back. In a blur of vampire speed, she sprinted away into the dark forest.

Branches and thorns tore at her as she ran aimlessly, putting as much distance between herself and Clarke as possible. Lexa knew she was fleeing more than just the werewolf - she was running from the turmoil of emotions within her own heart.

Finally Lexa collapsed against a tree, shaking. She had crossed a line by kissing Clarke, there was no going back now. What would her kind say if they knew she had kissed their mortal enemy? The consequences did not bear thinking about.

For now, overwhelmed by it all, Lexa hid in the shadows. But she knew she could not avoid Clarke forever. The desire between them would draw her back eventually, no matter how forbidden it was.

Ever since her encounter with Clarke, Lexa had not left the vampire lair to hunt. She lay curled up on her stone slab, consumed with confusion and self-loathing over the kiss. Lexa knew she should feed, but she had no appetite.

Her companion Anya watched her with growing concern. Lexa was visibly weakening without blood, her skin even paler than usual and dark circles under her eyes.

"You need to eat," Anya insisted, dropping a fresh rabbit carcass beside Lexa's head. But Lexa merely stared at it listlessly, making no move to feed.

With a huff of impatience, Anya grabbed Lexa's jaw and forced it open. She held the rabbit to Lexa's mouth, squeezing until blood dripped down the vampire's throat. Lexa swallowed reflexively, her fangs extending as her hunger took over.

As Lexa drained the rabbit, Anya spoke sternly. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but you can't starve yourself. Whatever it is, get over it."

Lexa finished and turned away, filled with shame. If only it were so simple to get over her feelings for Clarke. She knew Anya was right though - she needed to regain her strength and resolve.

Starting tonight, she would resume hunting to clear her conflicted mind. But even strengthened with blood, Lexa knew she could not run from her heart's desire forever. Her soul called out for Clarke, no matter how forbidden it was.

Despite her doubts, Lexa found her feet carrying her through the familiar forest paths back to the place she had last seen Clarke. She told herself the werewolf would surely be long gone by now after Lexa had fled their passionate kiss.

Yet as she drew close to the campsite, the flicker of a fire through the trees stopped Lexa in her tracks. Could it be…? Moving slowly, half convinced she was imagining things, Lexa stepped into the clearing.

There, sitting before the crackling flames, was Clarke. She looked up slowly at Lexa's approach, her blue eyes unreadable. Lexa froze, unsure what to do or say. After a long moment of simple staring, Clarke silently motioned for Lexa to sit across from her.

Hesitantly, Lexa settled down by the fire, the light dancing over their features. Neither spoke at first, both remembering the last time they were here together, the kiss that had changed everything between them.

Finally, Lexa found her voice. "You waited…" She made it a statement rather than a question.

Clarke nodded solemnly. "I hoped you would come back. We have more to say to each other." She paused. "I know you're afraid, but so am I. We'll figure this out together."

Lexa wished she could feel as certain. But sitting here with Clarke, she felt the pull between them, stronger than any fear. This time, she would not run from it.

Lexa gazed across the fire at Clarke, struggling to understand their growing connection given their history of violence as enemies.

"How can we feel anything but hatred for each other?" Lexa asked.

Clarke met Lexa's doubt with patience. "Let me explain a werewolf concept," she said. "We believe in fated mates - two souls destined to be together, despite any division."

She continued, "Since the first moment we met and fought, I felt you were my fated mate, even if I didn't understand it."

Lexa frowned deeply, the logical vampire in her rejecting such supernatural romantic ideals. "But the hatred between our kinds runs too deep. How could fate override that?"

Looking into Lexa’s eyes, Clarke implored "Look beyond reason. Our connection is undeniable, surely you feel it too?"

Lexa hesitated, confused by her swirling emotions. She felt drawn to Clarke yet struggled to trust mystical fate intertwining their destinies so completely.

"I cannot explain what I feel," Lexa admitted. "But I do not understand how we could be fated mates, overriding reality."

Clarke nodded patiently. "In time, you'll see. What we share transcends logic."

Lexa remained torn between feeling and reason regarding the concept of fated mates. For now, she clung to her skepticism, needing evidence before accepting something so irrational.

A prickling instinct at the back of Lexa's mind told her dawn was approaching. As a vampire, she needed to take shelter from the coming sun.

"I must go soon," Lexa said abruptly, rising to her feet. "The sun will rise shortly."

Clarke nodded in understanding, though her eyes showed a flicker of disappointment at this parting.

"We will meet again," Clarke assured her. "I know you still have doubts, but your questions do not change what we share."

Lexa hesitated, conflicted. She did not fully believe yet in Clarke's convictions about fated mates. But she could not deny feeling drawn to see the werewolf again, to continue exploring this inexplicable connection.

"You are right, I still have doubts," Lexa acknowledged. "But I wish to meet with you again. There is more I need to understand."

Clarke smiled warmly, the firelight dancing in her eyes. "I will eagerly await our next meeting, and help you comprehend in time."

Lexa returned a small smile before speeding away into the night, the approaching dawn at her back. She did not grasp this fated mates notion but knew she must see Clarke again. For their connection went beyond reason itself.

As night fell over the forest, Lexa felt an irresistible pull drawing her back to the clearing where she had met Clarke.

Approaching, the rich scent of fresh blood hit her keen vampire senses. In the firelight she saw Clarke seated beside a freshly killed deer, its neck torn open.

Clarke looked up with a smile as Lexa entered. "I sensed you would need to feed," she said, nudging the deer's head toward Lexa in offering. "Please, drink."

Despite her lingering doubts, Lexa's vampiric hunger stirred powerfully at the sight and smell of blood. She drew closer and sank her fangs into the deer's exposed neck, drinking deep of the warm, metallic vital fluid.

Clarke watched Lexa feed. When finally sated, the vampire sat back with blood staining her lips. "Thank you for anticipating my needs," Lexa murmured.

"Of course," Clarke replied, gazing at her steadily. "We are connected, you and I."

Lexa looked at Clarke incredulously. "You keep insisting we are connected, that we are fated mates…but why? What makes you so certain?"

Clarke gazed back steadily. "From the first moment we fought, I felt it - a profound pull that I could not explain. Didn't you feel it too?"

Shaking her head, Lexa replied "I felt only hatred for you - my sworn enemy."

Clarke nodded. "The hatred was there, yes, bred into us by our kinds. But underneath was this deeper bond waiting to be discovered. You unlocked it when we kissed."

Lexa flushed at the memory. "The kiss was a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgement," she insisted. Yet even as she said it, she knew it wasn't true.

"It was no mistake," Clarke said gently. "Our souls recognized each other. We are more alike than different."

Lexa frowned. "How can a vampire and werewolf be alike?"

Clarke met her gaze. "We both value loyalty, bravery, and our peoples. But we also strive for more - love, understanding, a life beyond ancient divides."

Conflicted, Lexa replied "Perhaps, but the chasm between us remains. I do not comprehend how we could be fated mates."

Clarke smiled softly. "You do not have to comprehend it. Only accept what your heart knows to be true. We belong together, Lexa."

Lexa and Clarke sat across from each other by the flickering firelight, neither speaking. An air of uncertainty hung between them in the wake of their intense conversation.

As the minutes stretched on, they stole furtive glances at one another when they thought the other wasn't looking. In the spaces between, they both gazed silently into the dancing flames, lost in contemplation.

Lexa's mind churned with conflicting emotions. She felt inexplicably drawn to this werewolf yet battled lingering doubts. Clarke's words had stirred something within her but defied her vampire logic and identity.

Likewise, Clarke seemed deep in thought as she subtly studied the brooding vampire across from her. What did fate have in store for a vampire and werewolf supposedly destined as mates?

A log crumbled in the fire, sending a spray of sparks swirling up into the night sky. The hypnotic flames held their attention for a time, a refuge from the unspoken words that still hung between them.

As the moon crept across the sky, Lexa gradually became aware of a nagging pull in her mind, her vampire senses informing her that dawn was approaching. She needed to take shelter soon.

Reluctantly, Lexa rose to her feet, jolting Clarke from her reverie. "I must go - the sun will rise soon," Lexa said simply.

Clarke nodded, her eyes full of unasked questions. But all she said was "Until we meet again."

With a final lingering look, Lexa slipped away into the shadows of the forest. More time was needed to reconcile her feelings, but the magnetic draw of her supposed werewolf mate remained strong.

Lexa entered the dark cave she shared with Anya, moving silently so as not to disturb her vampire companion. But as she passed by, Anya stirred and looked up.

"You have fed well tonight," Anya remarked, eyes glancing over Lexa. "I can smell the rich blood on you."

Lexa tensed nervously. She had hoped Anya would not notice the scent of the deer's blood that still lingered on her from Clarke's offering.

"I came across an injured deer in the forest," Lexa explained casually. "An easy meal."

Anya nodded in approval. "You were very lucky in your hunting then. Fresh deer blood will restore your strength."

"Yes, fortunate indeed," Lexa murmured. She hoped Anya could not detect the subtle hints of werewolf that likely still clung to her as well.

If Anya suspected anything unusual, she did not press the matter further. "Rest now," she told Lexa. "We hunt again tomorrow."

Lexa retreated silently to her stone slab, relieved her secret encounter with Clarke had gone undetected. She would need to be more careful, for Anya could not know she had been consorting with their sworn enemy. For now, her forbidden connection with the werewolf remained her precious secret.

Lexa entered the familiar clearing, the light of Clarke's fire guiding her way as always. Clarke looked up with a smile, gesturing to a fresh deer carcass beside her.

After Lexa fed on the deer, sating her vampiric hunger, she settled across from Clarke by the fire. But this time, instead of their usual silence, Lexa spoke.

"Thank you for the kill tonight. You have been a gracious provider."

Clarke nodded. "I want you to be strong. And I enjoy these nights with you."

Emboldened by Clarke's warmth, Lexa gathered her nerve to ask more. "Tell me about this fated mates notion. I still struggle to comprehend it."

Clarke's eyes lit up, pleased by Lexa's openness. "It is an ancient werewolf belief," she explained. "Two souls, destined to unite and bring out each other's greatest qualities."

"But why are you certain that we are these 'fated mates'?" Lexa pressed, still doubtful.

Leaning forward, Clarke met her gaze. "I just know in my heart. We balance each other - courage and compassion, logic and emotion. We were meant to come together."

Lexa pondered Clarke's words. She could not deny feeling a profound connection to the werewolf, though its origin confounded her. Perhaps in time, her own heart would provide answers that her mind could not.

Lexa sat across from Clarke watching the flames dance, more at ease than she could ever remember being in another's presence. In a sudden urge of daring, Lexa rose and crossed over to Clarke's side of the fire.

Clarke looked up in surprise but made room as Lexa lowered herself down on the log beside the blonde werewolf. They sat in shy silence for a moment, acutely aware of each other's nearness.

Tentatively, Lexa reached over and placed her pale hand over Clarke's where it rested on her knee. Clarke's hand was feverishly warm compared to Lexa's natural vampire chill.

At Lexa's cool touch, Clarke instinctively turned her palm upwards to intertwine their fingers. Lexa marveled at the contrast - her icy skin against Clarke's burning warmth.

Yet somehow, together they achieved a balance - cool and hot, dark and light, vampire and werewolf. Two opposites forming a perfect whole.

They stayed that way for a long time, hands entwined, watching the fire. No further words were needed in this tender moment. Their joined hands spoke volumes about the growing bond between them.

Lexa was intensely aware of the rising sun as it approached dawn, threatening to end her precious time with Clarke. Reluctantly, she loosened her grip and withdrew her hand from Clarke's warm grasp.

"The sun will be up soon," Lexa murmured regretfully. "I have to go."

Clarke nodded, her eyes tinged with the same regret at their parting. "I understand," she said softly.

Lexa rose slowly to her feet. But before speeding away into the dark forest, she paused and looked back at Clarke.

"I will return tomorrow night," Lexa promised, the words surprising herself even as she spoke them.

Clarke's face brightened, touched by Lexa's voluntary intention to meet again, when before it had always been an unspoken understanding.

"Till tomorrow then," Clarke agreed with a smile.

Bolstered by the promise, Lexa disappeared swiftly into the woods. The approaching dawn nipped at her heels, but she felt only growing eagerness for when night would fall again so she could make her way back to Clarke.

Eagerness drove Lexa to the clearing well before her usual time, as the sun had just freshly set. She expected to have to wait for Clarke's arrival.

Yet as she entered the familiar meeting place, Clarke was already there waiting, a fire blazing and a fresh rabbit at her feet.

"You came early tonight," Clarke remarked with a knowing smile.

Lexa blinked in surprise. "But how did you know to be here?"

"I could sense your approach," Clarke explained mysteriously.

"Even from such a great distance?" Lexa pressed doubtfully.

Clarke nodded. "We are connected, remember? I feel it when you are near."

Lexa knelt and fed upon the rabbit, marveling at Clarke's intuition. Perhaps there was some truth to all this talk of supernatural bonds and mates.

When she finished, Lexa joined Clarke by the fire, anticipation thrumming through her veins. Their time together had only just begun this night.

Sitting so close to the golden-haired werewolf, Lexa felt that inexplicable connection between them humming just under the surface. She only hoped the night would stretch on and on…

Lexa sat closely beside Clarke, their fingers interlaced and palms pressed together. A contented calm had settled over Lexa, a feeling of rightness just being in Clarke's presence.

As the firelight danced across their features, Lexa was struck by a sudden urge to be even closer to the werewolf. Before she could second guess herself, Lexa gently leaned over, resting her head on Clarke's sturdy shoulder.

She felt Clarke inhale slightly in surprise, then let out a slow, relaxed breath. Clarke gave Lexa's hand a tender squeeze, a nonverbal gesture of acceptance and affection.

Lexa allowed her eyes to drift shut, breathing in Clarke's earthy scent as she relaxed against the werewolf's strong frame. She had never felt such a sense of closeness and comfort with another being.

Time seemed to suspend as vampire and werewolf sat peacefully in front of the glowing fire. The outside world with its harsh divides melted away, leaving only this profound union of souls.

Neither spoke nor moved until the approaching dawn inevitably forced them apart once more. But in that serene interval of connection, Lexa and Clarke's hearts beat as one, their destiny unveiled in quiet wonder.

Lexa slipped back into the darkened cave she shared with Anya. She hoped to make it to her resting place unnoticed, but Anya was still awake, regarding her with curiosity.

"You seem well fed as of late," Anya remarked. "The hunting must be quite plentiful."

Lexa tensed slightly at the observation but kept her face neutral. "Yes, fortuitous indeed," she replied vaguely.

"Strange, as prey seemed scarce when last I hunted," Anya went on, eyes narrowing. "What is your secret?"

Thinking quickly, Lexa answered "I ranged much farther to the east. Richer hunting grounds there."

Anya leaned back, looking thoughtful but unsatisfied. However, she did not press the issue further.

"I am glad your skills have served you well these nights," Anya said simply. But her tone indicated she was not fully convinced.

Lexa simply nodded and retreated to her slab, relieved the deception had held for now. She would need to be increasingly careful to hide the truth from her suspicious companion. Her time with Clarke was too precious to risk.

Lexa entered the clearing looking troubled. Clarke glanced up from the fire, brow furrowing.

"What's wrong? You seem worried," Clarke asked.

Lexa sighed, shoulders slumping. "It's Anya. She's noticing I'm feeding too well lately. Getting really suspicious."

Clarke's eyes flashed with understanding. "You think she'll uncover us."

"Yes," Lexa muttered, kicking at a stone. "She's cunning. My lame excuses won't satisfy her forever."

Clarke bit her lip. "If she finds out…"

"She'll see it as betrayal, me fraternizing with the enemy," Lexa finished grimly.

Clarke was quiet for a moment. "We expected secrecy to be difficult. But maybe with time…"

Lexa just shook her head doubtfully. Clarke always hoped for the best in others.

Clarke took Lexa's hand, meeting her eyes. "Whatever happens, we have each other. This connection is stronger than their hatred, Lexa."

Lexa squeezed Clarke's hand, drawing strength from her words. Together, they could face any challenge.

Lexa settled into her usual spot next to Clarke by the warm firelight. As Clarke turned her head to smile in greeting, Lexa was struck by a surge of affection for the blonde werewolf. Before she could second guess herself, Lexa leaned in swiftly and brought their lips together in a gentle kiss.

Clarke made a small sound of surprise before relaxing into the kiss, bringing her hand up to cup Lexa's cheek tenderly. The kiss was soft and searching, both reveling in the thrill of this deeper connection after days of stolen glances and tentative touches.

When their lips finally parted, Clarke kept her forehead resting lightly against Lexa's, eyes still closed. Lexa exhaled slowly, nerves giving way to a sense of rightness. Being close to Clarke like this just felt natural, fated even.

Clarke's eyes blinked open, meeting Lexa's, and her expression lit up with joy and affection. "I've been wanting to do that again," Clarke admitted softly.

Lexa smiled, brushing her fingers over Clarke's. "As have I," she confessed.

With that, the last wall of hesitance between them collapsed. Lexa pulled Clarke close once more, both giving themselves over fully to the love blossoming between vampire and werewolf.

Unbeknownst to Lexa and Clarke, another set of eyes watched their intimate encounter from the shadows of the trees. Anya had grown suspicious of Lexa's nightly absences and decided to follow her stealthily.

Now, seeing Lexa kissing their sworn enemy, Anya felt bile rise in her throat. Betrayal and fury washed over her as the vampire beheld the unthinkable - Lexa, a vampire, locking lips with a werewolf.

Anya dug her nails into the bark of the tree she hid behind, barely containing a vicious hiss. How could Lexa allow one of those vile dogs to touch her that way? The thought of kissing a filthy werewolf made Anya's stomach churn.

This was a grievous betrayal of Lexa's own kind. Anya had thought her companion had more sense and loyalty. Clearly the werewolf had bewitched her somehow.

As Lexa deepened the kiss, oblivious to Anya's presence, the observing vampire silently vowed vengeance. She would need to report this unnatural liaison to their elder council. Both Lexa and the mongrel would pay.

Anya slipped away, melting into the darkness. Soon, the forbidden romance she had uncovered tonight would be crushed, and the ancient order restored. Lexa would come to regret the day she surrendered to the corrupting influence of a wolf.

Lexa entered the dim cave, still flushed from her passionate encounter with Clarke. She hoped Anya was already resting so she could slip by unnoticed.

But Anya was still awake, regarding Lexa coolly as she passed. "You carry no scent of blood on you tonight," Anya remarked. "Was the hunt unsuccessful?"

Lexa tensed imperceptibly, but kept her voice steady. "Yes, my luck seems to be running out in that region of late," she replied with a shrug.

"I see," said Anya, a hard edge to her tone. She rolled back over, feigning sleep. But behind her closed eyes, vivid images from earlier flashed - Lexa entwined with the werewolf Clarke, their lips locked in a disgusting embrace.

It took all of Anya's self-control not to confront Lexa then and there. But the time was not yet right. Soon though, Anya vowed, Lexa would pay dearly for her unacceptable tryst with the enemy.

For now, Anya held her tongue, letting Lexa believe her forbidden romance was still secret. When the day of reckoning came, Lexa would find no mercy for her betrayal. Anya would personally make certain of that.

When Lexa arrived at the clearing the next night, Clarke was waiting as always with a fresh deer kill prepared. After Lexa fed, she turned to Clarke curiously.

"Why do you remain apart from your pack?" Lexa asked. "Shouldn't the alpha be with her wolves?"

Clarke poked at the fire, her expression turning solemn. "I am no longer part of that pack. They banished me."

Lexa looked shocked. "What happened?"

With a sigh, Clarke explained "I could not lead them anymore down a path of vengeance. I refused, so they cast me out alone into the wilderness."

"You are a lone wolf now?" Lexa asked, trying to comprehend.

Clarke nodded. "I follow my own path now, separate from the pack that raised me."

Lexa could see the sadness in Clarke's eyes. Yet also a steadfast conviction in choosing her own way over blind loyalty to her kind.

Lexa reached out and squeezed Clarke's hand warmly. "You are brave to forge your own trail," she said with admiration.

After talking quietly for some time, Lexa slid down off their log to sit leaning back against it. She patted the ground beside her, inviting Clarke to join her.

Clarke gave her a small smile and settled in next to the vampire. Their shoulders touched lightly, both acutely aware of the physical closeness.

Feeling a wave of tenderness, Lexa lifted her arm in silent invitation. Clarke met her gaze for a moment before slowly lowering her head to rest on Lexa's shoulder.

As Clarke cuddled against her, Lexa wrapped her arms around the werewolf, holding her close. She marveled at how perfectly their bodies fit together, Clarke's warmth chasing away her own perpetual chill.

They stayed entwined together gazing at the flickering fire, the rest of the world fading away. Here, labels like vampire and werewolf no longer mattered. They were just two souls who had found where they belonged - in each other's arms.

Lexa and Clarke lay curled together in comfortable silence, the fire popping gently beside them. After some time, Clarke lifted her head from Lexa's shoulder and looked into her eyes. Lexa was captivated by the flames reflected in Clarke's azure gaze.

Slowly, Clarke leaned in until their lips met in a soft, tender kiss. Lexa sighed into it, letting her eyes drift shut. She brought a hand up to cradle Clarke's cheek.

The kisses gradually deepened, becoming more heated and urgent. Pent up longing fueled their passion as they clung to one another. Clarke's clever fingers tangled in Lexa's braids as she claimed the vampire's mouth hungrily.

Lexa responded in kind, nipping Clarke's full lower lip teasingly. Her palms slid down Clarke's back, pressing their bodies tighter together. She had never wanted someone so desperately before.

Only the rising dawn could eventually tear their lips apart. They parted ways with great reluctance, aching for their next chance to be alone together.

Once again concealed among the trees, Anya looked on in disgust as Lexa kissed and caressed the werewolf Clarke. Anya's fury grew hotter with each passing night, forced to witness this unnatural relationship unfolding.

As their kissing grew impassioned, Anya dug her nails deep into the bark, barely resisting the urge to leap out right then and tear the mongrel's throat out. But she restrained herself - that would be too merciful a fate.

No, Anya decided this could not wait for the elder council to render judgement. She would take matters into her own hands and make both Lexa and the wolf pay for this reprehensible betrayal.

Starting with the mutt. Anya would draw out her suffering as painfully as possible. Separate her limb from limb and let her bleed slowly, all while Lexa watched helplessly.

Yes, the wolf had to die, there was no question of that. And Lexa would quickly follow once she witnessed the gruesome consequences of her treason. Anya would restore honor and order herself.

The werewolf's days were numbered now. Anya simply needed to decide the exact method of executing her vengeance, and then make her move under cover of darkness. Soon, very soon, the wolf's corrupting influence would be erased forever.

As Lexa made her way to Clarke that night, her undead heart felt alive with longing. After so many weeks of stolen kisses and furtive touches, she knew she was ready to fully give herself - body and soul - to the werewolf who had awoken such powerful feelings in her.

When Clarke smiled in greeting, Lexa immediately went to her and took both her hands earnestly.

"You were right about us being fated mates," Lexa confessed. "I can't deny what I feel for you runs deeper than blood."

Clarke squeezed her hands, joy and affection shining in her blue eyes.

Lexa drew a trembling but resolute breath. "I want to be with you in every way," she declared softly.

Clarke's smile was radiant and loving. She pulled Lexa close, embracing her fiercely. "I want that too," Clarke whispered against her hair. "I'm ready when you are."

They came together then, laying down side by side. Their kisses and caresses were tender yet passionate, each savoring the intimacy of skin against skin. Hearts pounding as one, they joined fully in body and spirit.

In those moments of ecstasy, vampire and werewolf ceased to be, leaving only two souls entwining as they were always meant to. Their shared destiny was at last fulfilled.

Lexa and Clarke lay entwined, basking in their intimacy, when Anya suddenly burst into the clearing, eyes aflame with fury.

"Betrayer!" She hissed at Lexa. Clarke bolted up, ready to defend her mate, but Lexa halted her with a hand on her arm.

"Let’s talk, Anya," Lexa implored, rising slowly.

With a snarl, Anya launched herself at Clarke. The two grappled fiercely before Clarke's superior strength pinned Anya down.

"Enough!" Lexa shouted. "Clarke, release her. There will be no violence tonight."

Hesitantly, Clarke obeyed, stepping back from the seething vampire.

Lexa addressed Anya calmly. "You feel betrayed, I understand. But Clarke is not our enemy, nor I am I. Our kinds can live in peace."

Anya's rage simmered, though her eyes remained hard. With a scornful glance at the pair, she vanished into the shadows.

Lexa knew Anya's hatred ran deep. But for now, violence had been avoided.

After Anya's dramatic departure, Clarke immediately went to Lexa, checking her over with concern.

"Are you alright?" Clarke asked, inspecting her for any sign of harm.

Lexa nodded, touched by Clarke's worry. "I am uninjured. But I cannot go back to the cave I shared with Anya now. She will surely tell the others of what she witnessed."

Clarke glanced anxiously at the brightening sky. "Dawn approaches. You need shelter from the sun."

"I know a place I can take refuge for today," Lexa assured her. "An old hollow tree, not far from here."

Clarke still looked uneasy about them parting ways. She drew Lexa close, embracing her.

"I wish we did not have to be apart," Clarke murmured.

Lexa clung to her, savoring the warmth of Clarke's body. "It is only for the day," she whispered. "Tonight, we will be together again."

Finally relinquishing their embrace, Lexa sped away to take cover before sunrise. They would weather this storm as they did all others - side by side, the unbreakable bond between them guiding the way.

As the sun rose over the forest, Clarke set out searching for a more permanent refuge for Lexa, now that she could no longer safely return to the vampire cave.

Clarke ranged far, looking for a place that would be defensible and offer Lexa adequate shelter from sunlight. Finally, as the sun dipped low in the sky, Clarke stumbled upon an abandoned farmhouse tucked away in a remote valley.

Circling the property, Clarke noted the thick stone walls and sturdy door. Investigating inside, she found the basement remained intact, with no windows for sunlight to filter in. It could provide a perfect resting place for Lexa.

Upstairs, Clarke checked for weak points but found the farmhouse structure solid. The location also gave good sightlines to spot any approaching vampires well in advance.

Satisfied with her find, Clarke hurried back as darkness fell to share the news with Lexa and guide her to the farmhouse. It was no permanent solution, but for now it would keep Lexa protected so they could continue to see each other.

Clarke vowed she would do whatever was necessary so they did not have to be apart. The depth of her love for the vampire gave her strength and resolve. Their future rested in their hands alone.

As soon as night enveloped the forest, Clarke sought out Lexa to bring her to the shelter she had found. Lexa was weary and hungry after a difficult day, but the sight of the cozy farmhouse revived her spirits.

"I can't believe it. A real cottage, just like where I slept before being turned," Lexa said in wonder, running her hands over the weathered wooden walls.

Clarke smiled, happy to see Lexa's excitement. "Do you like it then?"

"Like it? I love it!" Lexa exclaimed, beaming. "The vampire clan preferred caves, I'd almost forgotten what it was like to live in a home like this."

She explored every corner of the small house, admiring the simple rustic furnishings that remained. Descending to the basement, Lexa found it drier and more secure than any dank cave.

Emerging back upstairs, Lexa threw her arms around Clarke in gratitude. "Thank you for finding this place for us. I will finally be able to rest somewhere that feels safe and warm."

Clarke held her close. "I'd do anything to make you happy. This can be our haven."

As she and Clarke sat together by the hearth that night, Lexa felt truly at home for the first time in centuries.

As the first hints of dawn appeared in the night sky, Lexa and Clarke descended the creaky wooden stairs down into the farmhouse's basement. The earthen room was cool and dark - a perfect resting place for the vampire.

Clarke lay down first atop a makeshift bed of straw and woven blankets. Opening her arms invitingly, she smiled up at Lexa. "Come, it's time to sleep."

Lexa gladly settled in next to the werewolf, curling her body against Clarke's larger frame and laying her head on her chest. Clarke's steady heartbeat and warm embrace quickly lulled Lexa into a state of comfort and safety.

"I'll stay until you fall asleep," Clarke murmured, stroking Lexa's hair. Already the vampire's breathing was growing slower and deeper.

"Thank you," Lexa mumbled drowsily. Within moments, she drifted off, the stress of recent events replaced by blissful rest.

Clarke held her a while longer before reluctantly disentangling herself. She had preparations to make for their protection. But first she placed a tender kiss on Lexa's forehead.

"Sleep well, my love," Clarke whispered. "I'll keep you safe." With that vow, she stole away to face the coming day, leaving Lexa resting peacefully.

As the sun sank below the horizon, Clarke returned to the farmhouse with a plump deer hauled over her shoulders, already beginning to drain it for Lexa. She left the carcass by the hearth just as Lexa emerged from the cellar stairs, freshly risen for the night.

"You never fail to provide for me," Lexa said appreciatively as she fell upon the deer to feed her vampiric hunger.

When she finished, Clarke spoke seriously. "This place has served its purpose, but we cannot stay here much longer. It's too close - they will find you."

Lexa nodded grimly. Anya and the others would be searching these woods tirelessly.

"We must move on soon, put distance between us and your old clan," Clarke urged, taking Lexa's hands. "I worry for your safety otherwise."

Though the thought of leaving pained her, Lexa knew Clarke spoke wisely. Together they would find a new home, far from those who wished them harm and condemned their love.

Lexa pulled Clarke close. "Anywhere with you will be home," she whispered fervently. For the first time in centuries, her undead heart felt truly alive.

As Lexa and Clarke readied to depart the farmhouse, they sensed figures approaching - Anya with vampires. Before conflict could erupt, Clarke's former werewolf pack emerged, outnumbering Anya's group.

Seeing she was overmatched, Anya backed away slowly. "It seems you have chosen your mongrel pets over your own kind," she snarled at Lexa. "You are no longer part of this clan!"

Lexa met Anya's glare steadily. "I follow my heart now, not outdated grievances. But our friendship need not end if you let go of past hatreds."

Clarke added "Ancient wounds run deep, but we must move beyond them. There are paths beyond violence."

For a moment more, it seemed Anya would attack. But with a frustrated hiss, she retreated into the woods, her vampires trailing behind.

Lexa and Clarke turned to the pack, minds racing on how to avoid more conflict.

As Clarke's former pack members lingered after Anya's departure, the beta wolf Octavia approached Clarke, head bowed respectfully.

"Alpha, we have discussed amongst ourselves and wish to make amends," she began formally. "We were foolish to banish you."

Clarke blinked in surprise as Octavia continued. "We need your leadership. The pack has struggled since you left. We do not care if your mate is vampire - no one can lead us as you can."

Moved by their change of heart, Clarke glanced at Lexa who gave an encouraging nod. Turning back to Octavia, Clarke replied:

"I am touched you want me to return. But my place is with Lexa now." She took the vampire's hand warmly. "I renounce my title - you shall be your own alpha, O. Lead them justly."

Octavia digested this solemnly then inclined her head. "I shall try my best. But know you will always have a place, should you desire it."

The wolves took their leave, a new understanding forged. Watching them go, Lexa wrapped an arm around Clarke's waist. "Wherever our path leads, we walk it together," she murmured. Clarke leaned into her vampire mate, at peace with her choice to leave the pack behind. A new life awaited them.

Lexa and Clarke wandered the backroads hand in hand, the moon lighting their way. They had left behind their old lives and did not know where their path led, only that they would walk it together.

After long nights of travel, they came upon a remote mountain cabin nestled amongst the pines. Investigating inside, they found it abandoned but intact.

Lexa turned to Clarke with a smile. "Shall we make this our new home?"

Clarke pulled Lexa close, kissing her tenderly. "Anywhere with you is home."

In the weeks and months that followed, they worked side by side to make the cabin their own. Though occasional news reached them of tensions between vampires and werewolves, their hidden corner of the world remained unchanged.

At long last they had found their destiny - not as vampire or werewolf, but simply as two souls united as one. The outside world no longer mattered. They had each other, and the love they shared was enough to conquer any divide.

Bound by devotion, Lexa and Clarke lived out their days in the cabin, persevering through all life's challenges together. Their unlikely bond weathered every storm and grew ever stronger each passing year.

Their love story became legend among both vampire and werewolf lore - a beacon of hope that even sworn enemies could find understanding. Though the feud continued, their hearts and lives intertwined showed a glimpse of what the future could be.

[reallygroovyninja]

The town of Arkadia was awash in hues of amber, scarlet, and gold, signaling the advent of the most heartwarming season of the year – fall. For Lexa and Clarke, this season was about to become even more memorable, for it marked their daughter Madi's first visit to the annual fall festival.

Madi's enthusiasm was palpable from the moment they set foot in the festival grounds. The bustling ambiance, the sweet aroma of freshly baked apple pies and the joyous laughter echoing around brought a nostalgic warmth to Lexa and Clarke's hearts. But for Madi, it was a new world waiting to be explored.

Holding onto Clarke's finger, Madi's tiny feet took her first towards the grand pumpkin patch. Rows upon rows of pumpkins lay there, each with its unique shade and shape. With the glee of a child witnessing magic, Madi dashed from one pumpkin to another, finally settling on a petite pumpkin with a naturally carved smiley face. "This one, Mama!" she exclaimed, her choice bringing a proud smile to both her parents' faces.

Nearby, Lexa spotted a scarecrow-making workshop. With straw hats, old flannel shirts, and plenty of hay at their disposal, the family got to work. While Clarke amused Madi with stories of scarecrows guarding the fields at night, Lexa expertly crafted a scarecrow that bore an uncanny resemblance to Clarke, much to the latter's feigned annoyance.

The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg led them to the next attraction – a stall selling spiced apple cider. As Lexa and Clarke reminisced about their own fall festival memories over steaming mugs of cider, Madi took a tentative sip from her cup. Her eyes widened in delight, and she declared, "It's like drinking a warm apple pie!"

The highlight of the day, however, was the hayride. As the wooden cart trundled through the picturesque countryside, Madi nestled between her parents, listening intently to Lexa's tales of past autumnal celebrations and Clarke's soft lullabies. The setting sun cast a golden sheen over the landscape, turning the moment into something ethereal.

As evening descended and the festival grounds started to shimmer under the canopy of fairy lights, the family found a cozy spot by the bonfire. Surrounded by the gentle strumming of guitars and the soft hum of folk songs, they roasted marshmallows and made s'mores, the sweetness of the treats rivaled only by the sweetness of the moment.

By the end of the day, Madi's eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion, but her heart was light with joy. She dozed off in Clarke's arms, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the fire, a contented smile on her lips.

Lexa wrapped an arm around Clarke, pulling them close. As they gazed at their daughter, they silently acknowledged the beauty of the moment. The fall festival was not just a celebration of the season but also of love, family, and the treasured memories they would carry with them for a lifetime.

[reallygroovyninja]

As the bell of "Raven's Brew" chimed, Lexa stepped inside, immediately spotting Anya at their favorite corner spot. She made her way over, grinning mischievously as she noticed Anya trying, and failing, to subtly watch Raven behind the counter.  

"Fancying a special blend or just the barista who makes it?" Lexa teased, taking the seat across from Anya.  

Anya's cheeks flushed a charming shade of pink, and she feigned indignation, playfully swatting at Lexa. "Can't a girl just enjoy her coffee?" Anya retorted, though her twinkling eyes gave her away.  

With a sly grin, Lexa leaned across the table, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Come on, Anya, anyone with eyes can see that you're here for more than just the coffee."  

Anya’s cheeks tinted a light shade of crimson, but she maintained a semblance of composure. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms defensively, "I have no idea what you’re talking about. Raven's Brew just happens to have the best coffee in town." Her eyes darted away, avoiding Lexa’s knowing gaze, but a playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips, betraying her true feelings.  

Lexa chuckled, deciding to play along, "Alright, keep telling yourself that, but we both know that a certain barista is the real reason you can't stay away from this place." 

Anya’s eyes narrowed playfully at Lexa’s teasing remarks, recognizing the kernel of truth in them. With a dramatic huff, she leaned back in her seat, feigning annoyance.  

“Lexa, I’m here for the ambiance and the top-notch coffee, not for… Raven,” she stated, a hint of a blush creeping up her cheeks as she mentioned the owner’s name.  

Lexa’s laughter filled the coffee shop, causing Anya to shake her head, but she couldn’t suppress the smile that broke through her facade. She playfully glared at her friend, but the sparkle in her eyes and the warmth in her smile spoke volumes about the unspoken affection she held for Raven. 

The rhythmic hum of the coffee machine and the low murmur of conversations surrounded the two friends. Taking a sip of her coffee, Lexa looked intently at Anya, her expression a mix of genuine curiosity and playful teasing.  

"You know, Anya," she began, setting her mug down, "with all the stolen glances and secret smiles, why don't you just muster up the courage and ask Raven out? Life's too short for 'what ifs', and from what I've observed, she might just say yes."  

Anya fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, looking vulnerable for a fleeting moment. "It's complicated," she murmured, but there was a distant hope in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. 

Lexa tilted her head slightly, observing the mix of emotions playing out on Anya’s face. She felt a surge of curiosity and concern, tempted to press further into why Anya deemed the situation complicated. 

However, seeing her friend’s hesitance and vulnerability, Lexa decided against pushing the matter. She leaned back, offering Anya a supportive smile instead, allowing the comforting hum of the coffee shop to fill the momentary silence. "Well," she finally said, "whenever you're ready to talk about it, or need a push in the right direction, you know I’m here for you." Anya met Lexa’s gaze and nodded, a silent appreciation for the understanding and space her friend was providing. 

With a reassuring smile towards Anya, Lexa rose from her seat and made her way to the counter. The warm, rich aroma of coffee beans was even more pronounced here, and the gentle hum of the espresso machine added a comforting backdrop to the ambient noise of the shop. Standing before the counter was Raven, her hands skillfully preparing another customer’s order, a focused look on her face that showcased her passion for her craft.  

As she noticed Lexa approaching, her features softened into a welcoming smile. "Hey Lexa, the usual?" Raven asked, her eyes sparkling with familiarity and warmth.  

Lexa returned the smile, nodding, "Yes, please. And maybe throw in one of those delicious chocolate muffins."  

As Raven got to work on her order, Lexa couldn’t help but sneak a glance back at Anya, pondering the possibilities that lay ahead for her friend and the charming coffee shop owner. 

Raven’s hands moved with practiced grace as she crafted Lexa's usual order. Within minutes, she slid a steaming cup of coffee, accompanied by a freshly baked chocolate muffin, across the counter.  

"Enjoy," Raven said with a genuine smile, her gaze briefly flickering towards Anya before returning to Lexa.  

Grateful, Lexa replied, "Thanks, Raven. Always a treat coming here." Clutching her coffee and the fragrant muffin, she navigated her way back through the maze of tables.  

As she neared her spot, she noticed Anya trying to look nonchalant, though her curious eyes betrayed her. Setting her order down, Lexa settled back into her seat, sipping the rich brew.  

"So," she began with a teasing lilt in her voice, "where were we?" 

The warmth of the coffee shop enveloped Lexa and Anya as they settled into their familiar rhythm of banter and shared stories. Lexa animatedly described her recent misadventures with a new hobby she'd picked up, eliciting bursts of laughter from Anya.  

"I swear, every time I try to follow one of those online tutorials, I end up making something that looks nothing like the picture," Lexa sighed dramatically.  

Anya chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee. "Remember our attempt at DIY crafts last year? I still have that lopsided vase at home." Lexa groaned at the memory, "Don't remind me! But hey, at least it's unique?" 

The bell above the door chimed brightly, drawing the attention of the patrons as a striking blonde entered "Raven's Brew." She carried an air of confidence, her strides purposeful yet graceful. As she approached the counter, her eyes met Raven's, and a palpable change came over the atmosphere. A subtle recognition, mixed with an undeniable warmth, passed between them. 

"Clarke," Raven greeted, her voice softer and tinged with a hint of nostalgia. 

"Hey, Raven," the blonde, Clarke, replied, her blue eyes shimmering with genuine affection. "Still brewing the best coffee in town?" 

Raven chuckled, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "You know me, always trying to outdo myself. The usual for you?" 

Clarke nodded, leaning against the counter. "Always. And maybe one of those delicious blueberry muffins if you still make them." 

"They've been waiting just for you," Raven teased, her hands already getting to work on Clarke's order. 

As the two exchanged light banter and shared brief updates about their lives, it was evident to anyone observing that there was a history between them – a depth of understanding and shared memories. 

 Their ease and familiarity stood out, leaving the patrons, including Lexa and Anya, subtly curious about the nature of their relationship and the stories it might hold. 

Raven deftly poured the steaming coffee into a cup, adding just the right amount of froth on top. Beside it, she placed a fresh blueberry muffin, the scent wafting enticingly. Clarke watched with appreciative eyes, taking in the familiar gestures and techniques Raven used. 

"Here you go," Raven said, sliding the coffee and muffin towards Clarke with a flourish. "Made with extra love, just for you." 

Clarke chuckled, her fingers brushing against Raven's as she accepted her order. "Always the charmer." 

The playful tone gave way to a moment of seriousness as Raven looked at Clarke, curiosity evident in her eyes. "So, are you just here to visit your mom? Or is there another reason?" 

Clarke hesitated for a moment, her gaze distant, before answering. "Actually, I've been considering a position at Polis General Hospital. If everything goes well, I might be moving back here permanently." 

Raven's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Back to Polis? That's big news." 

Clarke nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness evident in her demeanor. "It feels like the right time to come home." 

The two women shared a knowing look, understanding the significance of the decision and the memories tied to their hometown. The depth of their shared past resonated between them, hinting at stories yet to unfold. 

Raven, pouring another customer's order, paused for a moment and glanced around to ensure they had a semblance of privacy. "You know," she began cautiously, "Finn moved out of Polis a few months ago." 

Clarke took a slow sip of her coffee, her eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. "Yeah, Mom mentioned it when we spoke last." She hesitated, setting her cup down, the ceramic making a soft clinking sound against the saucer. "But honestly, even if he was still here, it wouldn’t change my decision. I'm not coming back for the ghosts of my past, Raven. I'm coming back for me, for my family, and for the future I see here." 

Raven observed Clarke, noting the strength and determination in her stance. "It's good to see you've grown and moved on," she said softly, genuine admiration evident in her voice. 

Clarke smiled wryly, "We all have our paths, Raven. And sometimes, they lead us back to where we began, but with clearer eyes." She paused, letting the weight of her words settle. "And I'm ready to see what Polis has in store for me this time around." 

Raven leaned slightly against the counter, her expression softening as she took in Clarke's resolve. "Good," she affirmed with a nod, her smile reaching her eyes. "Polis has missed you, and it's high time you came back to reclaim your place here." 

Clarke chuckled, finishing the rest of her coffee with quick sips. She stood up, adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. Picking up the untouched blueberry muffin, she glanced at Raven, her eyes shimmering with a mix of anticipation and nostalgia. "I've got to meet Mom at the hospital now, but I promise I'll swing by later in the week. There's so much to catch up on." 

Raven's smile widened, a hint of excitement in her eyes. "I'll be here, waiting with your favorite brew." 

With a nod and a wave, Clarke made her way to the door, leaving behind the cozy ambiance of the coffee shop and stepping into the bustling streets of Polis, ready to embrace the next chapter of her journey. 

From her vantage point in the corner of the coffee shop, Lexa observed the entire exchange between Raven and Clarke. She had initially turned her attention to them out of mere curiosity, as the palpable familiarity between the two was hard to ignore. However, as the conversation unfolded, Lexa found herself inexplicably drawn to the blonde named Clarke. 

There was an undeniable charisma about Clarke, her posture exuding confidence, yet her eyes radiated a warmth and vulnerability that made her captivating. Each gesture, from the way she cradled her coffee cup to the soft, contemplative look she wore as she conversed with Raven, held Lexa's attention. But beyond that, it was Clarke's ethereal beauty that truly struck Lexa. Her blonde locks framed her face perfectly, and her piercing blue eyes held stories of both joy and sorrow. 

Caught in her observations, Lexa's thoughts wandered. She wondered about Clarke's life, about the connection she shared with Raven, and what had brought her back to Polis. But amidst these musings, one undeniable realization floated to the surface: she was truly captivated by Clarke's beauty and presence. 

When Clarke left the coffee shop, Lexa's gaze lingered on the door for a moment longer, lost in thought, before she shook her head slightly, smiling to herself at the unexpected turn her day had taken. 

Anya, who had been engrossed in her coffee and musings about Raven, couldn't help but notice the change in Lexa's demeanor. Following her friend's gaze, she saw the radiant blonde, Clarke, make her exit from the coffee shop. When she turned back to Lexa, there was a far-off look in her friend's usually sharp eyes, a subtle hint of wonder that was not there before. 

Leaning across the table with a smirk, Anya teased, "Well, well, Lexa, seems like you've been hit by Cupid's arrow. Never thought I'd see the day." 

Lexa blinked, taken aback by Anya's observation, and her cheeks flushed with a hint of pink. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she retorted, trying to sound dismissive. 

Anya raised an eyebrow, her grin widening, "Come on, Lex. I've known you for years, and I've never seen you look at someone like that." 

Lexa sighed, her defensive facade crumbling slightly. "She's... captivating," she admitted, her gaze drifting back to the door. 

Anya chuckled, her voice gentle. "Looks like there's more than just coffee brewing in this place." 

Over the course of the next week, Lexa and Anya found themselves visiting "Raven's Brew" more frequently than usual. Each time, the two would settle into their favorite corner spot, the warm ambiance of the coffee shop enveloping them as they chatted, laughed, and shared moments from their day. But despite their casual conversations, Lexa's eyes would occasionally drift to the door, searching for the familiar flash of blonde that had so captivated her the previous week. 

Anya, observant as ever, noticed Lexa's hopeful glances. With each passing visit and no sign of Clarke, she saw Lexa's initial spark of excitement wane, replaced by a subtle look of disappointment. 

One evening, as they sat under the cozy glow of the coffee shop's pendant lights, Anya decided to bring it up. "You know, Lex," she began, her voice soft, "sometimes the universe has its own timing. Maybe it's not the right moment for paths to cross again." 

Lexa took a deep breath, her gaze settling on her steaming cup of coffee. "I know," she replied, her voice laced with a hint of melancholy. "It's just... there was something about her, something intriguing. I can't quite put my finger on it." 

Anya reached out, giving Lexa's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry. If it's meant to be, you'll see her again. And if not, well... life has a way of bringing us exactly what we need when we least expect it." 

Lexa managed a small smile, grateful for Anya's unwavering support. "I guess you're right. Let's see what the universe has in store." 

The leaves outside "Raven's Brew" had transformed into a kaleidoscope of autumn hues, casting dappled sunlight across the coffee shop's rustic interiors. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the subtle notes of cinnamon and nutmeg, evoking the unmistakable essence of fall. Lexa and Anya, wrapped in cozy sweaters, were deep in conversation, the warmth of their beverages contrasting with the crisp air outside. 

As they chatted, the familiar chime of the entrance bell sounded, causing Lexa's gaze to shift reflexively toward the door. Her heart skipped a beat as Clarke, dressed in a chic fall ensemble, stepped into the coffee shop. The blonde's eyes scanned the room, momentarily pausing when they met Lexa's, before she walked up to the counter. 

"Raven," Clarke began with a playful tone, "when are you going to give in and start making pumpkin spice coffee? You know it's the highlight of my fall." 

Raven rolled her eyes with a mock exasperation, a grin forming on her lips. "Every year, Clarke. Every year you ask. Fine, just for you, I'll consider adding it to the menu. But only if you promise to stop pestering me about it." 

Clarke laughed, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Deal. But only if it's as good as the ones you made back in college." 

As the two shared a brief exchange filled with shared memories and laughter, Lexa felt a familiar flutter in her chest. Anya, catching on, leaned over and whispered, "Looks like the universe is finally on your side, Lexa." Lexa shot her a grateful smile, silently hoping this unexpected encounter would be the start of something new. 

Amid the gentle hum of conversation and the rhythmic whir of the espresso machine, Lexa queued up at the counter, ready to order her favorite treat. Raven, always a burst of energy, greeted her with her usual vibrant smile, "The usual blueberry muffin?" 

Lexa nodded, smiling back. "Yes, thanks." As Raven turned to fetch the muffin, Lexa's gaze involuntarily drifted towards Clarke. The blonde was engrossed in a book, occasionally taking sips from her cup. Every now and then, their eyes met, and Lexa quickly looked away, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. 

Catching onto Lexa's not-so-subtle peeks, Raven leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "You know, she's single." 

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, her gaze snapping back to Raven, who was now grinning mischievously. "Is she? I mean... I was just, you know, wondering what she was reading," Lexa stammered, trying to play it cool. 

Raven chuckled, handing Lexa her muffin. "Sure you were. But in case you were also wondering about her relationship status, now you know." 

Lexa took a deep breath, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. "Thanks, Raven." 

Raven winked, her voice playful, "Anytime. And remember, there's no harm in saying hello." 

With a newfound spark of hope, Lexa took her muffin and contemplated her next move. The prospect of approaching Clarke suddenly felt a little less daunting. 

Across the room, the sunlight from the window illuminated Clarke's silhouette, casting a gentle glow on her as she lost herself in the pages of a novel. Lexa took a deep breath, her heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and excitement. 

Gathering her courage, she walked over with purpose, each step feeling heavier than the last. When she was a mere few feet away, she cleared her throat lightly to get Clarke's attention. Clarke glanced up, her blue eyes momentarily filled with surprise, which quickly shifted to curiosity. 

"Hi," Lexa started, offering a small, genuine smile. "I've seen you here a few times, and I thought it was about time I introduced myself. I'm Lexa." 

Clarke's lips curved into a warm, inviting smile, clearly pleased by the unexpected introduction. "Hello, Lexa. It's nice to finally put a name to the face. I'm Clarke." 

The air between them, previously charged with anticipation, seemed to lighten instantly. 

As the initial surprise of the introduction subsided, Clarke's eyes skimmed over the empty chair across from her. There was an easy, inviting energy about her as she gestured to it. "You know, Lexa," she began, tilting her head slightly and maintaining her warm smile, "I was just looking for some company. Would you like to sit and chat for a bit?" 

Lexa, caught slightly off guard by the immediate invitation, felt her pulse quicken. She had expected a polite exchange of pleasantries and nothing more. But this? This was an opportunity she hadn't dared to hope for. 

Taking a moment to compose herself and not wanting to appear overly eager, she replied with a nod and a gentle smile of her own, "I'd like that. Thank you, Clarke." 

As Lexa took the offered seat, the ambient sounds of the coffee shop became a gentle background to their budding conversation. 

As the coffee cups emptied and the noise in "Raven's Brew" ebbed and flowed around them, the topic of professions inevitably arose. Clarke, with a playful glint in her eye, ventured, "You've got this analytical look about you when you're thinking. Do you, by any chance, work in law?" 

Lexa chuckled, impressed by Clarke's perceptiveness. "You're good. Yes, I'm an attorney, working with a law firm downtown. And you? I see you have a medical journal, I’m pretty sure that isn’t for pleasure reading." 

With a grin, Clarke replied, "Got me. I'm a doctor. Pediatrics, over at Polis General. It's been a fascinating journey." 

As the conversation progressed, the realization of their respective careers led to a delightful mix of playful jibes and shared anecdotes. Amid the banter, Clarke's face took on a thoughtful look. "You know, Lexa, Polis isn't a big town, and I've been here most of my life. I feel like I would've remembered someone like you. Where are you originally from?" 

Lexa took a sip of her coffee, looking contemplative. "I grew up in Arkadia, a town a couple of hours from here. Moved to Polis for law school and decided to stay afterward. I've been here for a few years now, but I tend to keep a low profile, buried in cases and all." 

Clarke's eyebrows lifted in surprise, "Arkadia? I've been there a couple of times. It's a lovely place. And it's no wonder we've never crossed paths. But I'm glad our orbits aligned now." 

Lexa smiled, the warmth evident in her eyes. "So am I, Clarke. So am I." 

The ambiance of the coffee shop was cozy, and the conversation between Clarke and Lexa flowed with an ease that neither expected, given that it was their first real interaction. Their laughter caught the attention of many, including Raven, who chose that moment to saunter over to their table, an impish grin on her face. 

"Hey, Blondie," Raven began, nodding at Clarke, "You know, I've been considering adding some seasonal flavors to the menu. Given your not-so-subtle hints earlier," she shot Clarke a teasing look, "I've decided that tomorrow, we'll be serving our special pumpkin spice coffee – the one I used to brew back in our college days. Thought you'd like to know." 

Clarke's eyes lit up with delight. "Really? Raven, you're the best! I've missed that flavor. Nothing else comes close." 

Not missing a beat and seizing the moment, Clarke turned to Lexa, her blue eyes searching the other woman's face. "How about it, Lexa? Would you like to join me here tomorrow? Sample the legendary pumpkin spice coffee and... continue our conversation?" 

Lexa felt a warmth spread across her cheeks, her heart rate increasing just a touch. "I'd love to. It's not every day you get to taste a legendary coffee, after all." 

Raven, sensing her job was done, gave Clarke a wink and a thumbs-up behind Lexa's back before heading to the counter. Clarke and Lexa exchanged smiles, their coffee date set, with the promise of many more shared moments in the future. 

The golden hues of autumn transformed Raven's Brew into a haven of warmth against the chilly breeze outside. Inside, it had witnessed the blossoming love story of Lexa and Clarke, their initial awkward conversations maturing into intimate dialogues that lasted hours. They had become inseparable, and to regular patrons, they were the embodiment of a fairy tale love story. 

The coffee shop's walls, if they could talk, would narrate the story of two souls connecting over shared experiences, whispered secrets, and countless lattes. But Lexa and Clarke weren't the only love story unfolding under its roof. 

Anya, after many stolen glances and hesitant conversations, finally mustered the courage to approach Raven one evening. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow through the cafe's windows. The ambiance seemed just right. 

"Raven," Anya began, her voice slightly shaky, "I've been meaning to ask you something for a long time." 

Raven looked up, her curious eyes meeting Anya's. "Go on," she encouraged. 

"Would you... um, like to go out with me? For dinner, maybe?" Anya asked, her heart racing. 

Raven's eyes twinkled with a mix of surprise and delight. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied with a playful smile. 

The cafe, once just a quiet corner in Polis, had now become a cornerstone for two beautiful love stories. As days turned into months and months into years, Raven's Brew wasn't just known for its coffee anymore.  

It was a place where love brewed, connections were forged, and destinies intertwined. The tale of Lexa and Clarke, alongside Anya and Raven's budding relationship, became legends of the cafe, whispered amongst patrons and shared as a testament to love's mysterious ways. 

[rivertalesien]

Death is not the end.

The rusty creak of a weather vane cut through the quiet over the leaf-strewn grounds.

Staring at the words carved in stone, Clarke traced them in her mind, over and over, as she pulled at a handful of weeds and replaced the old dead flowers with the fresh-cut bouquet she’d bought at the little supermarket on her way to the cemetery. 

Death is not the end. Death is not the end. Death is not the end.

She thought about the cashier who’d wrapped the flowers for her, an older woman, maybe as old as her grandmother, someone who should have retired by now (but who can retire anymore, she’d wondered). The surgical paper mask had slipped down the woman’s nose several times as she looked down at the thin sheets of paper, the skin of her fingers worn almost the same.

Who were they for, she’d asked, absently, reaching for a strip of tape off an old plastic reel of Scotch.

Is it someone’s birthday? Spooky time of year for it.

Clarke shook her head and smiled, reaching for a packet of Wintergreen chewing gum. Her heart was skipping and the sudden stops were making her dizzy.

“Oh, it’s a date, huh?” 

“Sort of.” 

Sliding her card through the reader, she declined the receipt and gave a short thanks to the woman, who adjusted her mask and eyed her as she took up her purchases and made a slight gesture with one hand.

“It’ll get better, you know. It always does.”

Clarke was unsure what the cashier might be referring to: maybe she was thinking of the pandemic, maybe she thought someone was ill. Nodding, she pushed gently at the double doors and stepped outside, moving smoothly past a neglected pile of small pumpkins resting on hay bales.  

Reaching for her keys Clarke took a small breath, grateful that the skies were still clear even if it smelled like rain was on its way and the trees were drizzling red and gold around her car.

It’ll get better. It’ll get better. It always does.

Death is not the end. 

Then what is it?

She shook slightly and remembered where she was.

Touching the engraved L and E and X and A, as if her fingers could reach through the letters and caress the person this once was; a face she hadn’t seen in three years, a voice she hadn’t heard, a kiss she hadn’t shared with anyone else.

A grief that wasn’t going away.

“I love you, Lex. I miss you so much. I don’t know what to do.”

It was dark by the time she left and the leaves were piling high on the grass, crunching beneath her shoes like old newspapers.

She could still smell the rain on the way, but something had shifted. She was tired. Bed would be easy tonight.

As she started the car and drove off, the weathervane creaked again.

And changed direction.

*

“I know it’s a bad time, Clarke, but I was wondering if you could come in for just a bit on Monday? I’ve got someone I think you’d be good with and maybe it’d be good for you. Just call me back when you get this. Love you.”

Clarke deleted her mother’s message, tossing her phone on the saggy green couch before flopping down in Lexa’s old leather armchair. It had been her dad’s and she’d lugged it around from Navy dorms to small apartments until it had finally found a permanent home in the little Craftsman they’d bought six years ago. Clarke laughed a little to herself. For something she was so devoted to, Lexa had rarely sat in it. She just liked the aesthetic of it. And that it was her dad’s.

They’d lost their fathers at almost the same time, both men working in different parts of the same building, both unable to escape when a bomb went off in a bathroom and took out nine floors in just under two minutes. Clarke had received a single text: I love you, sweetheart, hours before she’d finally answered all the missed calls, still trying to avoid Finn, and couldn’t stop crying for days afterward.

They had met at the memorial service, where the President gave a speech that rang hollow and bitter and hypocritical and Lexa was forced to stand at attention with her squadron and salute the man who had helped ignite and fund the war that led to the terrible tragedies that seemed to be plaguing random cities all over.

Clarke had noticed her outright, recognized her from the news reports, though she looked more polished than the footage of her in a flight suit, giving a press briefing from an aircraft carrier in the Atlantic somewhere.

Commander Woods’ elegy to her father had been through clenched teeth and pain, perhaps only partly from the wound in her shoulder, where she’d taken two slugs from an enemy rifle only three weeks before. Standing before the congregation in the Sixth Avenue Church, Lexa had first said the words Clarke couldn’t get out of her mind, even now, almost ten years later.

Death is not the end.

Finn had shown up, though, uninvited, wanting to pay his respects, wanting to apologize, again, wanting Clarke back, again, and it was Raven who surprised him and dragged him out, offering Clarke a small apology as they left. She had just wanted to get some air, to be alone, to not listen to her mother grieving with all the other widows and to expel Finn’s presence for good. She could hardly picture her dad, even with his photo on the tall easel. Nothing felt real.

She hadn’t expected to see the rumpled military figure sitting on a small bench under the church’s stone lichgate, tugging at the knees of her uniform trousers, as if irritated with the material. She hadn’t expected her eyes to be so soft and gray or how quiet her voice could be. They’d sat together under the small shelter as the rain fell and the world slipped away.

Curling up in the chair, Clarke lingered in that memory: how an hour had passed and then another and how phones rang but no one answered them and how, when the rain let up, Clarke made sure Lexa followed her home.

Always staying a few steps ahead, sometimes turning to look back, never speaking, not even when they got to the door.

Clarke left it open as she stopped in the middle of the empty living room and waited as the door was closed and long fingers pulled down the zipper of her dress, then the straps, smooth over her shoulders, as a gentle breath warmed her cheek. As arms slipped around her and held her tightly, groping her breasts, as lips pressed rough and sweet at the wild pulse in her throat.

She could always smile at the memory of that first time, both in terrible need of something, anything to bury the ache, to feel anything but their pain. How they clutched and clung and held on for dear life as they lost themselves in one another and found it too perfect to stop. She could remember every detail: the color of the ceiling, the contrast of Lexa’s jacket, the polished shoes kicked into a corner as she was lifted, laid against the table, almost eaten alive, almost until she was screaming.

It was torture now, remembering how Lexa felt, how her hands shook, the glint of her watch, the scent of her shampoo, her red-rimmed eyes staring up at her from between her legs as she burrowed into Clarke’s soul through her cunt and made her forget.

Days of fucking and sleeping and so few words passing between them; that’s how it was, until Lexa had to return to assignment, had to fly off into hell and gone and how they had both shuddered, almost painfully, at that last time, in the back of the rental, where Clarke had bit her so hard it left a scar under her ear and they cried in frustration at one last release, slotted so hard and hot between them, pressing until it hurt, hoping the hurt would make goodbye easier.

But it wasn’t and it didn’t and it only took three years to get a yes out of her, and a ring, and a place for her dad’s chair.

Reaching between her thighs, Clarke ached now, worse than any ache she’d ever known, and pressed into herself until the ache settled a little and she could lose herself in sleep.

Outside, the rain fell.

*

“Oh god you’re soaked. Come in, quick.”

Clarke held the door open as Raven entered, dripping but smiling, holding what looked

like a bag of groceries.

“I was in the area, thought I should visit. Wow, Clarke. What have you been doing?”

Shaking off her jacket, Raven made a slow inspection of the living room, noting all the piles of books and boxes and empty fast food bags.

Hanging up her friend’s coat, Clarke shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself as if cold.

“Just thought I’d do some spring clinging, dust, you know.” 

“Well, it’s October, and aren’t these Lexa’s?”

Picking up a dusty volume, Raven flipped through the pages.

Clarke dropped back into the leather chair and nodded.

“Yeah, I just thought I’d maybe go through them. Figure out what to keep.”

“She really had a library, huh?”

“If you want something, just, go ahead.”

Raven stopped and looked back at Clarke, curled up in her spot, a red-wine throw draped over her shoulders. 

“Hey, I stopped at the Dragon and brought some food. I got those noodles you like and the chicken. We can eat and I’ll help you clean up.”

“I’m okay, Raven. Really.”

“You haven’t been to work for a week.” 

Clarke sighed and pulled the throw up to her chin.

Why does everyone have to fuss?

“I’m fine. I get down sometimes. I’ll get over it. I’ll be back at work on Monday.”

Kneeling by the chair, Raven picked invisible lint off the blanket.

“Abby said you were thinking about quitting.”

“It’s got nothing to do with Lex. I’ve been thinking about taking up painting again and I just need a little less stress in my life. That’s good, right?”

Raven nodded.

“You’d really walk away? I mean, it’s kind of been your life, Clarke.”

Gritting herself, Clarke took a calming breath.

“I haven’t decided anything yet, I just need some time to do that. I need something different, Raven. I’m not like my mom. I’m not like Wells. They just don’t get it and I’m tired of having to explain it. I’ll be fine. I just need…something else.”

She was everything and she’s gone and took everything with her.

Rubbing at Clarke’s covered foot, Raven attempted a smile.

“I’m sorry. I’m not here to pile-on. Come on. Let’s eat and sort some books.”

*

It was after midnight when Raven left, taking a box of books with her.

Clarke had tried to offer Lexa’s piano, but Raven doubted it would fit in the car and doubted further that Clarke really wanted to part with it. Music was Lexa’s first love, even if her dad and the military put it second and it was a love she shared with Clarke through mix tapes and play lists and old vinyl and late night slow dances in the kitchen.

In such moments they would dream up names for their fantasy lounge act, with Clarke draped across the piano like Michelle Pfeiffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys, but all the good ones were taken and Lexa had read where the actress had to wear knee and elbow pads for the scene, so the idea was often floated around but then abandoned by the time they reached their bed.

Sitting at the dusty keyboard, Clarke tried to remember a few notes Lexa had taught her, an old Billie Holiday song she’d always loved.

Ask the sky above And ask the earth below Why I'm so in love And why I love you so Couldn't tell you though I tried do Just why I'm yours

Resting her head against the top of the fallboard, Clarke’s hands stilled and her eyes closed, and in her mind she could see Lexa beside her, playing quietly, never looking up from her hands as the melody unwound itself from the instrument.

When you went away You left a glowing spark Trying to be gay As whistling in the dark I am only what you make me Come take me I'm yours

She remembered it was Halloween and she’d forgotten candy again and the clock had stopped and the rain had stopped but the music was too gentle and comforting and she could hear it clearer now, imagining a warm shoulder against hers, moving.

How happy I would be to beg or borrow For sorrow with you Even though I knew tomorrow You'd say we were through If we drift apart Then I'll be lost and alone Though you use my heart Just for a steppin' stone How can I help dreaming of you I love you I'm yours

The song ended and she felt herself breathless with racked sobs that wouldn’t stop, even as strange, familiar arms held her and rocked her, silently, and clear gray eyes met hers and nothing was real but everything was real and she felt her heart sinking and rising so painfully it might have been shock: the unspoken wish, fulfilled.

“Are you here?”

No sound, only graceful caresses across her cheeks, her temples, through her hair, and those eyes that saw through everything and said everything.

“Are you here?”

Silence again, then something like a smile.

“Do you want me to be?”

Tears were catching on her jaw, dripping into her neck and Clarke felt herself laughing. Maybe she was dying. Maybe this was the end of everything.

She pressed the longed-for face between her hands and the answer frozen the air between them--until their lips deliquesced in yes after yes after yes.