#everly au

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Can we see a silly slice of life drabble of Everly playing at the beach with her moms?

Everly stood at the edge of the water with her arms crossed and her face scrunched up like she meant business.

“You gots my shovel,” she informed the ocean. “That’s mine. You don’t even dig stuff. You don’t got hands.”

A wave sloshed up and touched her toes.

She gasped. “Hey! No splashin’! You sayin’ sorry?”

Back under the umbrella, Clarke had taken off her hat and was fanning herself with it, already grinning.

“She’s yelling at the Atlantic again,” she called.

Lexa, ankle-deep and trying to rinse sand out of a bucket, turned slightly. “Did the ocean insult her honor, or is this about the shovel?”

“Stolen shovel,” Clarke said. “She’s pressing charges.”

Everly stomped back up the beach, tiny fists full of damp, angry sand. “It took it on purpose. That was my pink sparkle shovel and now it's dead and gone.”

Lexa crouched down as Everly arrived in full dramatic flair. “You want to go get another one from the bag?”

“No. We hafta do ICE CREAM first. That’s the rules when something terrible happens.”

Clarke raised an eyebrow. “Whose rules?”

“Mine. I know stuff. Mommy taught me law.”

Lexa lifted her up and kissed the top of her salty head. “Do you want chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?”

Everly pressed her forehead dramatically against Lexa’s. “Both. For my heart.”

Clarke chuckled, grabbing the beach bag. “This child is way too powerful.”

Everly raised a hand toward the ocean as Lexa carried her off.

“I’m comin’ back for you!” she shouted. “With help! And maybe a net!”

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Afternoon sunlight filtered through half-drawn blinds, casting warm stripes across the foot of the bed where Lexa lay sleeping. Her skin was still pale, her features soft in rest, the strength in her face tempered now by pure exhaustion.

Across the room, Clarke sat curled in an armchair that had seen better days, cradling Everly against her chest. The baby was wrapped tightly in a white blanket edged in pale pink, her tiny mouth parted in sleep. One fist peeked out near Clarke’s collarbone, twitching now and then like she was dreaming of something just beyond memory.

Clarke brushed her thumb over Everly’s cheek, the gentlest smile tugging at her lips. Her voice, when it came, was quiet and uneven, like she was still getting used to speaking into the shape of this new life.

“You’re so small,” she murmured. “And somehow, you’ve made everything feel... enormous.”

On the bed, Lexa shifted slightly. She didn’t open her eyes. Her body was leaden with fatigue, but her mind stirred at the sound of Clarke’s voice. So she stayed still—quietly listening.

“I’ve messed up plenty,” Clarke whispered, swaying slightly as she rocked. “Done things I thought I’d never come back from. But with you? There’s no second-guessing. I already love you so much it hurts.”

Lexa’s chest ached at that—softly, not painfully. Just full. She let the words wash over her like waves at low tide, slow and steady, grounding her to this moment.

Clarke leaned in and kissed the crown of Everly’s head. “You’ve got your mama’s heart. I can already feel it. You’re going to be brave. And fierce. And probably so damn stubborn.”

She paused, voice thickening.

“But I’ll be here. No matter what. That’s my promise. I will fight for you. For both of you.”

Lexa’s fingers curled faintly beneath the blanket. She wanted to reach out, but stayed where she was. This—Clarke talking when she thought no one could hear—was a kind of intimacy Lexa didn’t want to interrupt.

“She’s going to love you more than she knows how to say,” Clarke whispered, voice cracking. “She already does.”

A tear slid from the corner of Lexa’s closed eye. She didn’t move. Didn’t wipe it away. She just breathed it in, every word.

Later, the light had dimmed, and the room had grown even quieter. The nurses outside had gone for their rounds. The amber glow of the light above Lexa’s bed lit the space in soft gold.

Clarke was now perched on the edge of the bed, one hand resting gently on Lexa’s thigh over the thin hospital blanket. Everly slept in the bassinet beside them, cheeks flushed, mouth slack with newborn peace.

Lexa stirred, eyes blinking open slowly. “How long was I out?” Her voice was rough, but not unpleasant.

Clarke smiled down at her. “A few hours. You earned it.”

Lexa’s lips curled into a ghost of a smile. “I didn’t mean to sleep through everything.”

“You didn’t,” Clarke assured her. “Though… you did miss her third poop. And possibly her first side-eye.”

That drew a low laugh from Lexa—tired, but genuine. Clarke reached for the water cup and helped her sip.

“She looks like you,” Clarke said, after a beat. “Especially when she scowls in her sleep. Total Lexa.”

Lexa turned her head toward the bassinet, eyes softening at the sight of her daughter.

“I heard you,” she said quietly.

Clarke looked over, brows lifting. “When?”

“This afternoon. When you were talking to her. I was supposed to be asleep, but…” Lexa hesitated. “I didn’t want you to stop.”

Clarke’s expression softened, something raw flickering behind her eyes. She didn’t speak right away. Instead, she reached out and let her hand rest lightly over Lexa’s to feel the warmth.

“I meant every word,” she said, voice quiet but steady.

“I know,” Lexa murmured. “That’s why I didn’t stop you.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was whole. Like the moment didn’t need filling.

After a while, Clarke leaned in and pressed a kiss to Lexa’s temple, lingering there for just a second longer than necessary. “You should rest. I’ll stay up with her.”

Lexa caught her fingers before she could pull away, the touch not demanding—just honest. “Stay with me instead.”

Clarke didn’t hesitate. She shifted gently, easing into the narrow hospital bed, curling close without jostling her. Lexa turned slightly to make space, and their hands found each other again in the middle—this time with no need to let go.

Lexa let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding, her cheek against Clarke’s shoulder. And in that quiet, in the hush between monitor beeps and steady breathing, Clarke finally felt the weight in her chest ease.

They said nothing.

They didn’t have to.

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When Everly gets sick, who freaks out more between Clarke and Lexa?

Clarke paced the living room with Everly cradled against her chest, the baby’s tiny body warm and limp. Her whimpers were quiet now, worn down from hours of crying. Clarke’s hand cupped the back of Everly’s head, swaying gently even though her own heart was pounding erratically.

“She’s burning up,” Clarke whispered, barely able to keep her voice steady. “Lex, I think—what if it’s RSV? Or pneumonia? Or—god, her breathing sounds weird, right? Doesn’t it sound weird?”

Lexa, perched on the edge of the couch in Clarke’s old Stanford hoodie, blinked slowly, calm in a way that only made Clarke more frantic.

“She has a mild fever, Clarke,” Lexa said gently. “The pediatrician said teething and a cold. We’ve given her Tylenol. She’s still nursing. She’s going to be okay.”

Clarke didn’t seem to hear. “Her fingers are cold, but she’s sweating. That’s not normal. That’s not—Lexa, maybe we should just take her in. I don’t care if it’s 3 a.m., I—”

“Babe.” Lexa stood and walked over, placing a steadying hand on Clarke’s shoulder. “You went to medical school. You know what normal sick baby symptoms look like.”

Clarke scoffed. “I was in medical school for three months, Lexa. I never even touched a patient. I memorized cranial nerves and dropped out before I could diagnose a paper cut!”

Lexa’s lips twitched into a smile, despite the situation. “Still. You almost passed anatomy. That should count for something.”

Clarke shot her a glare, but it faltered under the weight of her worry. She looked down at Everly again, whose lashes fluttered, cheeks flushed against her chest.

“I just...what if I miss something?”

Lexa leaned in, wrapping her arms around both of them, pressing her cheek to Clarke’s temple.

“Then we’ll miss it together,” she said. “But I trust you. And I trust that if Everly needs more help, you’ll know. Because you’re her mom. Not a doctor. Her mom. And that means everything.”

Clarke’s throat tightened. She clutched Everly a little closer and let herself breathe—really breathe—for the first time all night.

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Another prompt. Omega Lexa feels her baby kicking for the first time and she's overjoyed. She's nervous about sharing this with Clarke because they're technically not together but she really wants to share the news with someone

Lexa sat in her cozy apartment in Boston, the afternoon light filtering through the windows and casting a warm glow on the room. She was nestled in her favorite chair, a law textbook resting on her lap. The text was complex, but she was determined to push through, knowing how important learning this was. 

Suddenly, she felt a gentle flutter in her abdomen, a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before. Her heart skipped a beat, and she placed a hand on her belly, her law textbook momentarily forgotten. 

"Hey there, little one," she whispered softly, a smile spreading across her face. "Is that you moving around in there?" 

The fluttering continued, a series of gentle, almost playful movements. Lexa closed her eyes, savoring the moment, feeling a deep connection to the life growing inside her. 

"You must be excited," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness. "I can't wait to meet you, you know. You've already made my world so much brighter." 

She chuckled softly, imagining what her future would be like with the baby. "I wonder what you'll be like. Will you have my determination? Your other mom's strength? Whoever you are, I know you're going to be amazing." 

The fluttering seemed to respond to her words, and Lexa felt a swell of emotion. She rested her hand gently on her belly, feeling the warmth and life beneath her fingertips. 

"Just know that I'm here, and I love you already," she said, her voice filled with love and promise. "We'll get through this together, one step at a time." 

Lexa sat there for a while longer, talking to her baby and feeling the fluttering movements. In that moment, surrounded by her books and the quiet hum of her apartment, she felt a profound sense of peace and joy. 

The flutter she had felt earlier, a gentle reminder of the life growing inside her, made everything feel more real. Clarke was thousands of miles away at Stanford, deeply engrossed in med school, just as Lexa was in law school. They had agreed to break up to focus on their futures, believing it was the right thing to do. But now, everything seemed uncertain. 

Lexa placed her law textbook on the coffee table and ran a hand through her hair, her mind a whirl of emotions. She knew she had to tell Clarke about the pregnancy. Clarke, who was not just the sire, but someone she had shared dreams and plans with. 

"I need to tell her," Lexa whispered to herself, feeling the weight of the decision. "She has a right to know. We need to figure this out together." 

She picked up her phone, her fingers trembling slightly as she scrolled to Clarke's contact. The distance felt more significant now, but she couldn't let it stop her. Taking a deep breath, she tapped the screen to start a video call. The phone rang, each second stretching out painfully. 

Finally, Clarke's familiar face appeared on the screen, a concerned look on her face. "Lexa? Is everything okay?" 

Lexa's heart pounded in her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words tangled in her throat. "Clarke, I... there's something... I need to tell you..." 

Clarke's eyes widened slightly, her concern deepening. "Lexa, take your time. What's going on?" 

Lexa took another deep breath, trying to steady herself. "I... I felt the baby move today. Our baby. I'm pregnant, Clarke. You're the sire. And I... I didn't know how to tell you, and I know we agreed to... but I couldn't... and now everything's..." 

The words came out in a jumble, her emotions spilling over. Clarke's expression shifted from concern to shock, and then to something softer, more understanding. 

"Lexa, slow down," Clarke said gently. "I think I understand. You're pregnant, and you're saying it's mine." 

Lexa nodded, tears stinging her eyes. "Yes. We agreed to break up, to focus on our studies, but now... I don't know what to do, Clarke.I didn’t want to hide it any longer. You deserved to know." 

Clarke took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination. "Lexa, I know we're far apart, but we'll find a way to make this work. I'm here for you, and for our baby." 

Lexa and Clarke continued talking, their conversation filled with tentative plans and reassurances. Clarke’s voice was steady and calming, and Lexa found herself holding onto every word, feeling a bit more anchored. 

"I know this is a lot, Lexa," Clarke said, her face a mixture of concern and determination. "But we’ll figure it out. I promise. For now, get some rest. We’ll talk more in the morning, okay?" 

Lexa nodded, a small smile forming on her lips despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. "Okay, Clarke. Thank you. It means a lot to me." 

"Goodnight, Lexa. Try to get some sleep," Clarke said softly. 

"Goodnight, Clarke," Lexa replied, ending the call with a deep breath. She placed her phone on the nightstand and climbed into bed, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. Clarke’s reassurance had eased some of her fears, and she allowed herself to drift off to sleep, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster. 

The next morning, Lexa was woken by a knock at her door. She blinked groggily, her mind still fuzzy from sleep. As the knocking continued, she got up and made her way to the door, wondering who it could be so early. 

When she opened the door, her breath caught in her throat. Standing there, with her bags  and a determined look on her face, was Clarke. 

"Clarke?" Lexa’s voice was a mix of surprise and confusion. "What are you doing here?" 

Clarke dropped her bags and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa in a tight embrace. "I couldn’t stay away," she said, her voice muffled against Lexa’s shoulder. "I don’t care about the distance or our plans. I need to be with you, Lexa. We’ll figure everything out together." 

Lexa felt tears well up in her eyes as she hugged Clarke back, the reality of the situation sinking in. "You’re really here," she whispered, pulling back slightly to look at Clarke’s face. 

Clarke nodded, her eyes bright with determination and love. "Yes, I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together." 

Lexa smiled through her tears, relief and happiness washing over her. "I’m so glad you’re here," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. 

Clarke cupped Lexa’s face in her hands, her gaze unwavering. "We’ll face this together, Lexa. No matter what." 

As they stood there in the doorway, holding each other close, Lexa felt a sense of hope and certainty she hadn’t felt in a long time. Clarke was here, and together, they could face anything. 

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Lexa stood in her small den her gaze fixed on the scene unfolding outside the window. Clarke and Everly were in the front yard, raking up piles of fall leaves, though Everly was more interested in tossing them into the air and watching them drift back down. Clarke’s laughter rang out as she chased their daughter, the two of them playing amid the falling leaves. 

Lexa’s hand rested lightly on the window frame, her thoughts drifting back to just a few months ago when they had first bought this house. It still felt so new, yet already so familiar.  

The purchase had been a whirlwind—Clarke had fallen in love with the place the moment they stepped inside for the tour. Lexa remembered watching the way Clarke’s eyes lit up as they moved from room to room, already imagining their lives here. 

At first, Lexa had been more hesitant. The house was small, modest in comparison to what they could have aimed for, but it had something special. Clarke saw it immediately, and Lexa couldn’t deny the feeling that this place could become their home.

The deal had been sealed when Clarke’s mom had stepped in to help them with the purchase, offering the support they hadn’t expected but deeply appreciated. 

Now, only months later, this house was filled with their lives—Everly’s laughter bouncing off the walls, quiet evenings spent together, and the simple joys of watching their daughter grow.  

The den, where Lexa now stood, had quickly become her favorite spot in the house. It wasn’t large, but it was hers, filled with the books she cherished, and it offered this perfect view of her family. 

Outside, Everly’s giggles pulled her from her thoughts. Clarke had scooped up a handful of leaves and was dropping them over Everly’s head, making her squeal with delight. Lexa smiled to herself, a wave of contentment washing over her. The house may have been new, but it already felt like home—because of them. Because of Clarke and Everly. 

Clarke caught Lexa’s eye through the window and flashed her a playful smile, one that still made Lexa’s heart skip a beat. Clarke had always known what they needed, even when Lexa wasn’t sure. And for that, Lexa was eternally grateful. 

Lexa lingered at the window for a moment longer, watching as Clarke scooped Everly up into her arms. Their daughter’s delighted laughter echoed through the yard, the sound tugging at Lexa’s heart. She smiled to herself, a warm feeling blooming inside her. The pull to be with them became irresistible. 

Without a second thought, she pushed away from the window and made her way to the front door. As she stepped outside, the crisp air greeted her, along with the sight of Clarke spinning Everly around, both of them laughing. Clarke’s eyes lit up when she noticed Lexa approaching, and she shifted Everly in her arms to make room. 

“Look who finally decided to join us,” Clarke teased, her voice full of warmth. 

Everly, still nestled in Clarke’s arms, reached out toward Lexa with a bright grin. “Mommy!” 

Lexa leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Everly’s forehead, feeling the soft warmth of her daughter’s skin. Everly giggled, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck in a loose hug. 

As Lexa pulled back slightly, Clarke was already leaning in. Their lips met in a tender kiss, a soft exchange of affection that spoke volumes. Clarke’s touch was gentle but filled with so much love, and Lexa could feel it radiating between them. 

They both turned to Everly next, who was watching them with wide eyes and a curious smile. In unison, they leaned in, each placing a kiss on her rosy cheeks. Everly squealed in delight, squirming happily in Clarke’s arms. 

Lexa couldn't help but smile, overwhelmed by the sheer joy of this moment. Here she was, standing in their front yard, and she was surrounded by the two people who meant everything to her. The love from Clarke and Everly filled Lexa’s heart. 

She looked into Clarke’s eyes, and Clarke smiled back, that same look of unwavering love that had captivated Lexa from the very beginning. It was in these moments, with Everly’s laughter and Clarke’s gentle presence, that Lexa felt truly complete. 

This was her family. Her everything. 

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Does Everly have a favorite stuffed animal or blankie?

Everly came running into the living room, her face red and tear-streaked, clutching her favorite stuffed toy, Klork the lion, in her small hands. The lion’s back leg was barely hanging on by a few threads, and Everly’s sobs grew louder as she approached her mommies.

“Mama, Klork is hurt! Fix Klork!” she wailed, thrusting the toy toward Clarke, her little voice breaking in panic.

Clarke knelt down immediately, taking the plush lion from Everly’s trembling hands. She examined the damage with a serious expression, though there was a soft smile tugging at her lips. “Oh no, looks like Klork needs some surgery,” Clarke said gently. “But don’t worry, Everly. I’m going to fix Klork and make him as good as new.”

Everly sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve, looking up at Clarke with hope shining through her tears. “Really?”

Clarke nodded confidently. “Yes, really. Klork is in good hands. I’ll have him back on his feet in no time.”

Lexa stood up and headed toward the sewing kit, pulling out a needle and some sturdy thread. Clarke cleared a space on the coffee table, pretending to prep for surgery like a real doctor. She put on a dramatic, focused face, glancing at Everly as she pretended as if she was scrubbing in.

“Okay, Everly,” Clarke said, her tone playful but serious. “We’re going to perform surgery. But I’ll need you to stand by and make sure Klork is feeling brave. Can you do that?”

Everly, still wiping the last of her tears, nodded solemnly. “I can do that, mama.”

Lexa handed Clarke the needle and thread and then knelt beside Everly, resting a comforting arm around her shoulders as they both watched Clarke at work. Clarke carefully stitched Klork’s leg back in place, her movements steady and precise, like those of a seasoned surgeon.

After a few minutes of concentrated effort, Clarke tied off the final stitch and held up the newly repaired lion with a proud smile. “And… surgery is a success! Klork is all fixed up.”

Everly’s eyes lit up, her earlier sorrow forgotten as she reached for her toy. Clarke held it back for just a moment, winking. “Ah, ah, ah. Klork needs a little time to recover, remember? Let him rest for a bit, and then you can play with him again.”

Everly beamed, nodding eagerly. “Okay, Mama.”

Clarke leaned down and kissed Everly’s forehead. “Anytime, kiddo. Klork is tough—just like you.”

Lexa smiled at the exchange, watching as Everly gently cradled her beloved lion in her arms before heading off to find a safe place for him to “recover.” Clarke straightened up, glancing at Lexa with a grin.

“Doctor Clarke at your service,” she joked, and Lexa chuckled softly.

“You’re always saving the day,” Lexa teased, pulling Clarke in for a soft kiss.

Clarke smiled, her eyes following Everly as she sat by the window, keeping a watchful eye on Klork, waiting for him to be ready to play again.

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How do Clarke and Lexa react when Everly introduces her first gf/bf to them?

Everly strutted into the living room with her usual air of confidence, her arm casually slung around the shoulders of a girl with bright blue hair and a shy smile. Clarke and Lexa were already seated on the couch, Clarke's grin wide and welcoming, while Lexa’s expression hovered somewhere between surprise and mild discomfort.

"Mom, Mama, this is Taylor," Everly announced proudly. "My girlfriend."

Taylor offered a small wave, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hi, Mrs. Griffin-Woods, Mrs. Griffin-Woods."

Lexa’s brows furrowed slightly at the double use of their last name, but before she could say anything, Clarke leaned forward, her enthusiasm practically bouncing off the walls.

"Oh, it’s so nice to meet you, Taylor!" Clarke’s tone was warm and welcoming. "Everly’s mentioned you before. Mostly about how great she is, but we figured you must be something special to catch her eye."

Everly puffed out her chest a bit more, clearly pleased. "Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal."

Lexa let out a soft sigh, her gaze softening as she looked at Everly. "Everly, don’t you think you’re a little young to be dating? You know, when I was your age—"

Everly, while still confident, softened her tone when addressing Lexa. "I get it, Mama. I do. But things are different now, and I promise I’m being careful. You’ve taught me well."

Clarke bit her lip to keep from laughing, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. Lexa glanced at her, trying to keep her composure.

"Besides," Everly continued, glancing fondly at Lexa, "Taylor’s really great. She’s smart and sweet, and honestly, she keeps me grounded."

Taylor blushed at the compliment, and Clarke leaned in with a smile. "We’re glad to hear that, Taylor. Everly can be… a bit of a handful."

Everly chuckled, but there was a respectful tone in her voice. "See, Mama? Even Mom thinks I’m a handful, and yet, Taylor here is doing a great job keeping me in line."

Lexa’s expression softened further as she looked at her daughter. "It’s just… it feels like you’re growing up so fast, Evie. I’m not sure I’m ready for this."

Everly’s face softened at the nickname. She walked over to Lexa, kneeling in front of her, and gently took her hand. "Mama, I’ll always be your little girl. But you’ve raised me well, and I promise I won’t let you down. Taylor’s really special, and I wouldn’t bring her home if I wasn’t serious."

Lexa sighed, squeezing Everly’s hand. "It’s not that I don’t trust you, sweetheart. It’s just… you’ll always be my baby."

Everly leaned in and kissed Lexa’s cheek. "And I always will be. But I’m growing up, and I’m just trying to make you proud."

Lexa managed a small smile. "You do make me proud, Everly. Just… take it slow, alright?"

"Promise," Everly said sincerely before looking over at Clarke. "So, Mom, what’s for dinner? Taylor’s staying, right?"

Clarke grinned, clapping her hands together. "Of course! Go order a pizza, extra everything!"

As Everly and Taylor headed to the kitchen, Clarke caught Lexa’s hand, squeezing it gently. They watched the girls go, holding it together until they were out of earshot. As soon as the door swung shut behind them, Clarke and Lexa burst into laughter.

"Oh my god, did you see her trying to be all serious?" Clarke gasped between giggles.

Lexa wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing. "She’s trying so hard to be mature! And that line about ‘keeping her grounded’—where did she get that?"

Clarke shook her head, still grinning. "I have no idea, but she really believes she’s got it all figured out, doesn’t she?"

Lexa nodded, catching her breath. "She’s still our baby, but seeing her like this… it’s adorable and terrifying all at once."

Clarke put an arm around Lexa, pulling her close. "We’ve done a pretty good job, huh?"

Lexa smiled, leaning into Clarke. "Yeah, we have. But let’s not tell her that just yet. I think she enjoys thinking she’s one step ahead of us."

Clarke chuckled, pressing a kiss to Lexa’s temple. "Deal. We’ll let her have her moment. But we know the truth."

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Clarke knelt in front of Everly, trying to get the last bit of the lion costume zipped up. Everly's tiny hands kept swiping at her, roaring fiercely—well, as fiercely as a toddler could. Her face was already painted with golden fur and whiskers, her nose darkened like a lion's, making the whole look come together adorably.

"Hold still, little lion," Clarke chuckled, brushing back a stray curl that had escaped from Everly's wild mane of a hood.

Everly let out another dramatic roar, lifting her arms like she was about to pounce. Clarke laughed so hard that her hands fumbled with the zipper. "You’re scaring me!" she teased, finally zipping the costume closed. "You're the fiercest lion I’ve ever seen."

Everly giggled, her little body wriggling with excitement as she let out another loud roar. Clarke sat back on her heels, shaking her head with a grin. "Okay, okay, you win! But remember, lions have to be gentle when they go trick-or-treating, or the candy will run away."

Everly's eyes went wide, and she nodded seriously before roaring one more time, causing Clarke to burst into laughter again. "Alright, let's go show Mama your costume," Clarke said, picking her up, still grinning from the endless roars.

Clarke carried Everly into the living room, where Lexa was sitting on the couch, her phone in hand, scrolling through emails. As soon as they entered, Everly wriggled out of Clarke’s arms, ran toward Lexa, and roared as loudly as she could.

Lexa looked up in surprise, then immediately broke into laughter. "Oh no, a wild lion in our house!" she exclaimed playfully, putting her phone down. Everly roared again, showing off her painted face and padded paws, each roar sending Lexa into another fit of giggles.

"You’re in trouble now, babe," Clarke teased as she walked over, hands on her hips. "Our little lion's not going to stop until she gets all your candy."

Everly roared again for good measure, hopping up and down. Lexa leaned forward, her smile wide. "I guess I better give her all the candy, then. How did I get so lucky to have the fiercest lion and the most beautiful alpha?"

Clarke laughed, shaking her head. "Flattery will get you everywhere." She ruffled Everly's mane as Everly roared once more, determined to stay in character.

"Wait, wait! I need pictures before our lion runs off to terrorize the neighborhood," Lexa said, grabbing her phone. She stood up and motioned for Clarke to crouch next to Everly, her eyes soft as she looked at her family. "Smile, both of you! Or… roar?"

Everly instantly let out another roar while Clarke wrapped an arm around her daughter and grinned at Lexa. The sound of the camera shutter clicked as Lexa snapped a few photos.

"Perfect," Lexa said, beaming as she looked at the pictures. She came over and kissed Clarke's cheek softly before kissing Everly’s forehead. "Ready to go terrorize the neighbors, my lion?"

Everly nodded eagerly and grabbed both their hands, tugging them toward the door. Clarke smiled at Lexa, her heart full as they stepped outside together, ready to trick-or-treat as a family.