#fire forest

[owl127]

Do fire forest Clexa and their pups celebrate Christmas?

Holidays was at Triku that year. The wooden lodge was a quieter affair compared to the teasel explosion that had become The Ark Clan’s pack home.

Lexa didn’t have to argue much for a simpler, intimate celebration with just the four of them.

The kids had their noses white with milk as they ran around the small, sparkling tree. Their girl was fast, loud, and brilliant, just like her shining red coat. Larger than her brother, she used her size to tease him endlessly. But that was barely an advantage; the younger of the twins was silent and precise, tricking his sister into taking the blame in most of their shenanigans. But Lexa caught up to it early, being the source of the sagaciousness of the kid, and his reign as the innocent younger child was short-lived.

Clarke, however, was soft-hearted for the young boy.

“You gave them another hot cocoa, didn’t you?” Lexa’s voice lacked the strain of a reprimand, but Clarke flinched nonetheless. 

“He said they hadn’t had it yet.”

“They had whipped cream on their noses,” Lexa said, sitting on her mate’s lap on the couch by the fireplace. The kids continued their sugar-fueled loops around the tree. Their tails wiggled high in the air, their sharp canines reflected in the silver and golden baubles. Clarke laughed, planting a kiss on the warm spot under Lexa’s chin, peeking from her scarf. “You’re too soft on them,” Lexa said, joining her mate while watching their kids. Their gas slowed down, and the pups tripped and remained on the floor in a heap of gray and red. Their giggles slowed, and their breaths eased as they dove into slumber.

“It worked out,” Clarke said, reaching for another kiss. Lexa’s skin prickled under her lips.

“You celebrate as if they won’t wake up at 3am demanding presents.”

“It means we have six hours to do whatever we want.” Another kiss, wet and lingering.

“Six?” Lexa challenged, one eyebrow up. Clarke cleared her throat.

“There’s foreplay,” Clarke argued, heat rising to her cheeks.

“Do you want hot cocoa for a sugar rush?” Lexa teased, earning a light bite on her shoulder. She clamped her mouth, so her surprised laughter wouldn’t wake up the pups.

“I want a different sweetness,” Clarke whispered under a small ear. Biting her lips, Lexa stood up, offering her hand to her mate.

“Six hours and counting,” she whispered, and ran to the stairs on silent feet. Clarke licked her lips and followed.

[newtypezaku]

[lumios64-blog]

Welp, my nihilistic self was right about 2020.

On another post earlier last month, I said “2020 is gonna be the worst year for humanity“ or something along those lines, it appears I was right albeit for the wrong reasons. As a reminder, I said that due to the general hostility in the US following the first election of Trump. There was gonna be a civil war caused by Trump either losing or winning the next elections which is not helped by the fact people like Tim Pool keep reminding his supporters of that possible outcome.

So only 2 days into 2020 and we have Trump starting a war with Iran and for the record I rooted for him in 2016 and I’m not ashamed of it because he was the lesser of two evils. Hillary Clinton was gonna start a war against Russia after all, but not only Trump has shown time and time again that he was perfectly incompetent in everything, except taking care of the US economy, but he almost started a war in 2017 against Russia and North Korea and now it is the same thing, but with Iran. I hope that it is another “almost a war” and not a literal war. At this point, the most powerful country in the world better get a new leader even considering the current social climate.

Additionally, we have Australia ablaze with thousands of animals and people dying and Indonesia flooded with also thousands of animals and people dying. Yeah what a great start!

There was this tweet from a tankie on Twitter that sums it up quite nicely.

Yeah, from the name alone, you know this guy must not be very fun at parties, however I do agree with what he said there. The world is turning upside-down and we are all by ourselves in this mess.

There was this tweet too that made me quite anxious after reading it.

If it is not a coincidence, then I don’t know what it is.

Another thing that happened after 2020 started, but to be fair that one is more of a mosquito bite than anything really worrisome: James Charles said the N-word. Honestly though, I’m not upset by this. Firstly, James Charles was singing to a song that had the word in it, so yeah. And for the record, if an African or an Asian start singing to a song that has the H-word (The most offensive word to Caucasians) I would not be offended by it since that is not on them for saying it, but it is more so on the singer and they do not say directly to me with the intent to hurt me. As a matter of fact, I may be speaking for myself, but plenty of African American people on Twitter were not offended by this either. A lot were offended sure, but a bunch of them did not care and are still supporting James Charles today.

I do not know how your brain works nor why you get so worked up over a word that was not used in a derogatory context, but you do you. Who am I to tell you how to think after all.

And that is all folks. In conclusion, 2020 already sucks and is gonna be a bad year no matter what. More for me personally than you, mind you, but it will definitely suck for everybody.

Who knows, let’s be a little bit more optimistic, just perhaps none of the wars that I mentioned will ever happen, perhaps you will live peacefully in 2020, perhaps I am a little too paranoiac, I really hope so.

[owl127]

how long are wolf pregnancies? It didnt seem like a very long time has passed between lexa being on the run and last chapter. Or maybe i didnt pay attention

Way shorter than human pregnancies! And she did have premature pups and stress induced labor. So what would be early spring pups became winter pups.

For a moment I wanted to make more drama about that, but they've been through enough. Like, a pup almost not making it or something; but poor Lexa, give her a break.

[owl127]

Does Lexa ever get exasperated (lovingly) by junk-everywhere-clarke 😂

Oh, yes. Even though werewolves are comfortable with nudity, there is a limit, and someone’s junk in your face is beyond that limit (thus Anya’s reactions). Lexa tried to get Clarke to, you know, close her legs ("your mom is here, Clarke, for the gods"), but it’s hard to break a bad habit...

Here’s a snippet of life after the events of the fic (in their happily ever after, I guess)

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"Can you see them? Please tell me they’re close." Raven’s voice was tight with effort, and the small hill at the Arcadian park was a challenge as she approached her third semester. Anya’s supporting hand held steady on the small of her back, always close and protective. If Clarke had been overprotective when Lexa was pregnant, Anya took it to the next level. Raven complained because "there're only a dozen explosive experiments at the lab!", but she surrendered to it pretty easily.

"Just up there." Lexa saw the white ears and smiled, hearing the yipping of their pups. Clarke and the pups had gone ahead to secure a good spot for their picnic, and the shade under the large oak tree was perfect.

Everything was perfect until they saw Clarke spread over their picnic blanket.

"Unbelievable," Anya murmured, and Raven snorted.

"Every time. Since she was a pup," Raven added, pointing to the chair Anya was carrying. Anya unfolded it, placed a small pillow on it, and helped Raven sit down.

Lexa’s face warmed, and she licked her lips. The sight of Clarke’s body brought back memories from earlier this morning, which might be the reason why Clarke needed a nap. The nap itself wasn’t the problem; maybe Clarke should consider not sleeping while their pups ran around her in circles—one of their favorite activities—but her mate really should learn how to close her legs while sleeping. Or at least not to spread them as a fashion statement.

Their oldest touched her cold nose on Lexa’s leg, her ears still pup-round. She looked up at Lexa and fell dramatically, spreading her short legs the same way Clarke did.

"No!" Lexa barked, to which the pups jumped in response, and Clarke woke up, startled. Lexa picked up their daughter and sent direct orders through their wolf bond, with the small pup whining.

"What happened?" Clarke asked sleepily, and Raven kicked her knee lightly.

"Close your legs." Anya said while picking up the second pup, letting him lick her face.

"Clarke." Lexa had their daughter on her shoulder, calming her after the reprimand. "The pups cannot pick up on this."

Clarke blinked, confused, and licked her chops. "Napping?"

"The advertise-your-junk-for-everyone-to-see thing," Anya offered while pouring water for the pup in her lap. The boy almost jumped on the bowl, spreading water all over Anya, who, unphased, fished a towel from her bag and started drying the pup while he drank. Raven smiled softly at her mate, one hand on her belly, and looked at Clarke.

"The fact that everyone in our pack can give a detailed description of your penis is not a good thing, Clarke."

Lexa’s blush darkened at Raven’s words.

"Pee-is."

They froze at the small voice in the wolf bond, and every single pair of eyes focused on the pup in Lexa’s lap in expressions varying from horror to absolute delight. The girl marveled at the attention and repeated the word along with a happy bark. "Pee-is!"

Raven straight-up cackled, one hand flying to her mouth at Lexa’s murderous glare.

"Was your pup’s first word ‘penis’, Lex?" Anya asked in mock seriousness, her fangs glinting under her smirk.

"Oh boy," Clarke whined when Lexa’s glare landed on her. "It’s Raven’s fault!"

Unhelpfully, the little alpha repeated, "Pee-is!"

"Lexa, babe—"

Lexa stood, placing her daughter on the ground and stripping off her sundress before shapeshifting into her midnight-fur wolf form. "I’m going for a run with the pups," she declared, focusing her steely green eyes on Clarke. "This is on you." She growled but changed her posture when facing her pups. She picked up the boy from Anya’s lap with her mouth, and the small girl followed, tripping on her short legs before keeping up with her mom.

"Well, I think her pronunciation was awesome, and you should be proud," Raven said when Lexa walked away.

"You’re screwed," Anya snickered. "At least one person won’t be seeing your junk for a while."

[owl127]

More fire forest owl please 🙏

Clarke watched them sleep, the adrenaline in her body wreaking too much havoc to allow her to return to slumber. Lexa snored, albeit softly, and the pups, belly round with my milk, curled around each other in a wind and fire circle between Lexa's paws.

"They will remain close to food on the following days. At least until their senses develop," Krista had said, and Clarke knew neonatal pup development by heart, but it hit differently when they were yours.

Rounded little puppy ears, wet pink noses, chubby closed eyes—they were perfect. Their girl had a solid red coat, and her brother was a gray wolf with his paws and ears as dark as his mom's black coat. Well, with the exception of his left front paw, which remained gray. Clarke swallowed her sorrow at the thought of the gray wolves in her life.

The youngest, the gray boy, whined, and it got his sister up too, and soon Lexa was startled awake as they yipped and crawled for more food.

"Hi, love." Clarke licked Lexa's nose, her green eyes blinking sleepily. "Do you need anything?"

Lexa grunted, moving to accommodate the hungry pups. She leaned down to lick their coats, though the pups didn't seem to notice, too focused on their meal.

"I'm hungry." Lexa touched their noses, and Clarke bashed into the attention.

"I'll get you food. Anything else?"

"Can you get Krista to check on them? They've been eating okay, but I wanted to make sure."

"Absolutely."

Clarke's chest tugged when she left the room in her wolf form, her sense of protection on high alert. Outside, down the hall, she found Krista and Ymir in a whispered but heated conversation, the tall alpha opening a broad grin as she approached.

"Congrats, Griffin."

Clarke huffed, nodding. "Thank you for allowing us here."

"We'll talk more about that later."

"How's Lexa and the pups, Clarke?" Krista's human form was so short that Clarke's wolf reached above her hips.

"Lexa wants you to check on the pups. They seem fine, though."

Krista nodded and made her way back to Lexa's bedroom.

"So…" Ymir pretended to look at her nails, but her attention was on Clarke. "A red pup. Not a lot of those around there. You know red coats tend to be extra feisty, right?"

That explained her grin.

"You should know."

The Mountain leader chuckled, petting Clarke's ears.

"There's stew in the kitchen. I'm sure Lexa needs her strength."

Clarke sniffed the air, catching the scent of fresh meat. She looked back before following the long hallway.

"Hey, Ymir. My offer stands. We can help you and Krista. You may have your own little red pup soon."

Ymir's smile didn't falter. "The coat won't be red."

"How are you so sure?"

"Wanna bet?"

Clarke barked low, turning in the direction of the kitchen. Under the light banter, she caught the lingering scent of fear. Ymir and Krista knew what was at stake with Trikru, and now it was Clarke's turn to help her hosts.

[owl127]

Fire Forest Chapter 7

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It's here, it's here, it's here, it's--

*trips on nothing* *stands up blushing* it's here, it's here, it's here, it's here

[owl127]

fire forest next chapter snippet

(here's proof that I'm working on it) original story ao3

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Lexa had screwed up.

As she ran, ran, and ran, she cursed herself and ran some more. (...) She heard more shots and bit down on a whine.

At first, there were multiple wolves on her tail, but their scents faded, and she turned uphill. Her center of gravity ever changing in her late pregnancy, she failed to jump over a snow-covered log, tripping and falling messily on the unmarked forest. As Lexa tried to stand, one of her legs gave out under her weight.

Fuck. Everything hurt. 

Wait… everything?

Her legs gave away again as a sharp pain crossed her swollen abdomen, and she bit hard on her tongue not to whimper and give her position away.

Lexa heard the running before she saw the shadow behind her. She tried to walk again, but her hind legs spasmed, and another tightness in her belly made her gasp for air.

No. No, no, no, not now, she begged to herself, to her pups, to anything that would help her. It was too soon.

"Lexa."

Lexa stopped, struggling to push her weight away from her pursuer. She knew that voice.

"Lexa, stop."

Lexa turned and saw Ontari rising from the ground, shapeshifting from her wolf form. Blood streaked her face, and her dark eyes were unreadable.