#judgelexa

[anansianansi]

Soooo, anyone up for some GodLexa/Josephine Lightbourne smut? Yes, you read that right. 🙃

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Weird Fishes

Summary: Clarke is not Clarke; Lexa is not Lexa. That thirst though, that thirst is real.

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After seven lifetimes on the same sun-reddened and forsaken planetary outpost on the outskirts of human reason, you’d think you’d be as immune to the dawn of another day as you were to the rest of it. The eating, the breathing, the waking up in a body that was not your own….but then, there was always the little thrill of knowing that yet again, you had somehow managed to evade death, and that at least for a little bit more, you were one step ahead of whatever it was you were supposed to be running from.

Which is why, the first night back was always spent in knowing, feeling, discovering your new body. And, like every good Prime, there was the ecstasy, and the inevitable pushing away of the agony, and like a very good Prime, the denial that any life other than your own mattered. Et alors on danse.

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[weaverlegaspi]

A quick thing that popped into my head at 00:30. (Why couldn't it have at like, 9pm? Ah well)

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The Judge had stayed in the Lexa body too long. She knew that. She shook her head. She…. she was even starting to think in a more mortal way than she had in… quite awhile.

It was Clarke. The blonde human woman intrigued her, so dark and so light. So closed off and so compassionate. So complicated. In addition, Clarke was starting to worry her.

Clarke was alone. The last of her race. Her friends, her daughter, everyone had transcended, had been saved. But, she seemed to think they were living with her, next to her, continuing their lives on the mortal plane.

The test had been finished. The result given. Why had the Judge stayed as Lexa? How had, in the grand scheme of things, mere moments with Clarke Griffin seemed to change the Judge?

oOOOOo  oOOOOo

Clarke was sick of these fish. But, beyond that, she was content, almost happy.

“They are not here.”

It was the echo-y voice again. JudgeLexa.

Clarke turned. “Who isn’t here?”

“Your friends, your--” JudgeLexa paused, “found family. They are in your head Clarke.”

Clarke turned away from JudgeLexa, looking out at the water. “We are--” she stumbled over that word, “We were an endlessly flexible people. Sometimes to our advantage, sometimes to our detriment. Our brains uniquely suited to a planet where we should have never evolved, where everywhere we turned there was something to kill us, in the end, even ourselves. And we did. We constantly changed, adapted.” She blew out a breath, “We humans can get used to anything if we’re exposed to it long enough.”

JudgeLexa studied Clarke, “Oh.” She was silent for a moment, “You know that they are not there.”

“I know.” She glanced at JudgeLexa again. “Not for the entire three years I’ve been here, but, yes, I know they’re not here. At least not physically.”

JudgeLexa sat on a rock near the shore and regarded Clarke’s back. “Will you tell me about her?

A laugh bubbled from Clarke, “I loved her. I love her.” She swallowed back a half a sob before continuing. “She changed the world. Her death… changed the world, if only just a little.”

~Fin

[weaverlegaspi]

So, who has JudgeLexa/Clarke fanfic?