Prompt if you like! Lexa is a flight paramedic, Clarke the new trauma surgeon on staff. Lexa’s giving report on a critical patient when Clarke walks in, sees Lexa, and stops and stares, not hearing a single world Lexa is saying about the patient. The 2 meet briefly over sick patients for the next few months until Lexa starts a convo with Clarke, perhaps about the outcome of a patient. Maybe Lexa shows Clarke her favorite spot in the roof next to the helicopter...Lexa looks hot in a flight suit..
A lot of people figured that Clarke would go into some kind ofmedicine when she grew up, as her mother was one of the top traumasurgeons in the country it only made sense. Clarke herself had triedto fight it, but ended up following her mother into the medicalfield, following the exact same path her mother had, even ending upworking in the same hospital now that she had finished med school. Inher first couple of days there she had proved that she got the jobdue to her own abilities rather than who her mother was, though therewere still whispers about her getting the job because she was AbbyGriffin’s daughter.
She had been sitting in the break room when the call came over thespeakers about an incoming emergency arrival, there had been a pileup on the free way. Clarke quickly stood up, sent a longing look tothe coffee that she had just made, before rushing out of the room.The hallways were awash with activity, as they always were when itwas an ‘all hands on deck’ kind of situation.
“Where do they need me?” Clarke asked as she passed Niylah.
“Trauma… 3.” Niylah replied, her eyes scanning down the listthat she had.
“Thank you.” Clarke said, making her way to trauma 3.
As soon as she walked into the room, which was a hive of activity,she could hear the trauma paramedic who had been on the helicoptergiving her mother a run down of everything that she needed to knowabout the patient. The paramedics eyes flicked to Clarke as soon asshe walked into the room, and Clarke found herself immediatelydistracted. If she hadn’t been a surgeon, Clarke’s ideal careerwould have been as an artist, and that was the part of her that wastrying to decide just what colour green the paramedics eyes were.There were obviously more important things to be thinking about atthat very moment in time.
The paramedic finished up with the important information and headedtowards the door, flashing Clarke a smile as she did.
“Good luck.” the paramedic said before leaving the room.
“Did you get all that?” Abby asked, turning to her daughter.
“Er… not really.” Clarke said, blinking to clear her mind, “I…er… walked in part way through.”
Clarke shook her head as she walked over to where her mother was,Abby telling her everything that she needed to know.
x-x-x-x
The next time Clarke saw the helicopter paramedic it was obviously insimilar circumstances again, this time Clarke had no choice but tolisten to every word out of her mouth as she was the lead on thatpatient. Didn’t stop Clarke thinking about her eyes again, andthose lips.
It continued on like that for a few months, she found out that theparamedic was called Lexa, and she had been a trauma medic in thearmy before returning to civilian life. Even though the onlyconversations they’d had were over the current patient that Lexawas dropping off, Clarke found the paramedic creeping into herthoughts more and more.
After a particularly difficult patient, a young girl who had beenflown in yet again by Lexa, a patient that Clarke thought they werereally going to lose, she walked out of the operating room. To sayshe was surprised to find Lexa sitting on one of the waiting roomchairs would be an understatement.
“How’s she doing?” Lexa asked as she stood up.
“It was touch and go for a while,” Clarke replied with a nod,“but I think she’s going to be okay.”
“Are you doing okay?” Lexa said, concern evident in her voice.
“That was hard…” Clarke said, taking a deep breath and lettingit out slowly, “she’s so young…”
“Can you take a break?” Lexa asked, “we could grab a coffee orsomething.”
“I’m really not in the mood to go to the break room right now.”Clarke said, “it’ll be full of people and…”
“I know just the place.” Lexa said with a smile.
“I don’t know…” Clarke replied.
“Trust me.” Lexa said, “please.”
There was a look in Lexa’s eyes that Clarke just couldn’t sayokay.
“Okay.” Clarke said, rolling her eyes as Lexa flashed her a grin.
x-x-x-x
“This is…” Clarke said as they sat on the edge of thehelicopter landing pad, their legs hanging over the side of thebuilding.
The sun had long since set over the city, though Clarke knew that thestreets below them would be teaming with people going home from workor going out for drinks it was so quiet where they were.
“I love it up here.” Lexa said, glancing at Clarke, a soft smileon her lips, “it just seems so far away from everything.”
“This was a good idea.” Clarke said with a nod.
“I know,” Lexa replied, “it was my idea, I don’t have badideas.”
“Is that so?” Clarke asked with the huff of a laugh, she couldn’tfault Lexa’s confidence that’s for sure.
“Yep,” Lexa said with a nod, yet another smile tugging at herlips as she looked at Clarke, “pretty well known fact actually,you’ll figure it out the more time we spend together.”
“So we’ll be doing this again then?” Clarke asked, wantingnothing more to do this again.
“I can pretty much guarantee it.” Lexa said.
“You’re pretty cocky aren’t you.” Clarke said with anotherlaugh.
“I’m glad it comes across that way because…” Lexa started tosay, looking around them before leaning towards Clarke like she hadsome kind of secret to tell her, Clarke decided to play along, “Iget really nervous around pretty girls.”
Before Clarke could say anything in response, the door to the roofopened.
“There you are.” Anya, one of the other helicopter paramedics,said.
“That’s my cue to leave.” Lexa said as she moved to stand up.
Clarke watched as Lexa walked over to where Anya was, pretty surethat nobody should look as good in a flight suit as Lexa did.
“Lexa,” Clarke called, the brunette stopping and looking back ather, “thank you.”
“Anytime,” Lexa replied, “see you again, Doctor Griffin.”
With a small smile and a salute, which got her an eye roll and ashake of the head from Anya, Lexa turned back around and left theroof.
So Sinheda... is there going to be some hot corset action in Regency AU? Like just 10 minutes of Lexa slowly undoing Clarke’s laces and kissing the newly exposed skin and Clarke would be breathless except now she can actually breathe again... 😂
Ok so I just read all the posts about gay beekeeper Lexa and please please pleeeeease tell me that it's a real fic, that someone somewhere is writing it, that I can find it and read about Lexa being grumpy to people but cooing happily to her hoards of bees...
I have been thinking way too much about lgbk Lexa. I just imagine that many years have passed and Clarke and Lexa are about to get married and Lexa gives Clarke a giant jar of honey on their wedding day and Lexa tells Clarke she will love her as long as this honey is sweet and every year on their anniversary Clarke opens the jar and tastes it and since honey never goes bad every year it’s still sweet and Lexa kisses the sticky sweetness off Clarke’s lips and their love is eternal. That is all.
jalk;sdjfakljsdf I’m so sorry to disappoint but it’s not a fic :( it’s just hanging out in my brain and once in a while I sob about it here on tumblr.
also oh my gOD I love this idea pls I’m ?? adopting this into the ‘verse ;_______; it’s so cute and good. (fffff I’ve been thinking about their wedding a fair bit and it would just be soooo beautiful)
So I know Lexa has been strictly controlled with her appearance I remember reading something about long nails? I’m just imagining that Clarke takes Lexa to a salon to get them all short and smooth and just this completely innocent act just becomes so sexually charged. Lexa sitting in the chair all dainty while someone is giving her the full manicure treatment, lotion and massage and filing and cutting and Clarke is next to her practically salivating over Lexa’s super long fingers 👐🏼
👀👀👀 This begs the question: after the manicure is done, does Clarke have the patience and iron will to wait until she gets Lexa home? Or does she drag Lexa into the side alley beside the nail salon?
Ok finally read TennisAU and loved every fucking minute of sassy Anya and all the Clexa scenes, like how does one make a physical therapy scene hot?! I love the thirst they have going on. It seriously exceeded all my expectations! I’m waiting for a tennis pun with love is weakness but also love is 0 in tennis score like tiny baby Lexa learning tennis and just associating having love as being bad cuz you have no points and now she’s an adult and love is still weakness with Titus in her ear 😭
This ‘love/0 is weakness’ angst that you so casually assaulted my person with. RUDE.
Imagine, though. Like. Thirteen-year old Lexa solemnly repeating that mantra in her head while she’s doing match simulations with Anya, who is a little older and stronger and better than she is and therefore usually beats her. It becomes ingrained in kid!Lexa’s head that love/0 = losing in every sense.
But then, years later, she meets Costia at a tennis summer camp and Lexa’s worldview gets flipped upside down. How can that funny squirmy feeling she gets in her stomach every time Costia smiles at her be wrong? Especially when Lexa smiles back, small and shy, and Costia blushes SO prettily?
… and now I’m emo.
(Thank you, I’m so thrilled you enjoyed chapter 1! :D )
Another quick Q, does Lexa have any obsessive fans? Who follow her from tournament to tournament and fan girl over her and do crazy stuff like try to ambush her in the hotel and throw themselves at her or steal her used towels and catch her sweat in tiny little jars? Jealous Clarke picking up Lexa's racket and waving it around to beat the predatory fans away 😝
Lol, I could see this happening once she has a few grand slams under her belt. She’d probably have a bunch of crazy fangirls that refer to themselves collectively as the Lady Woods.
Ok so you know how Lexa does the twirly thing with her sword, does Lexa do it with her racket too? Idk if that's even possible but why not? She doesn't seem too arrogant or one to show boat but maybe it's like her going in for the kill "I've got you now" death twirl? Also, does she have any superstitions or rituals before a match? Like meditation surrounded by candles or a walk through the woods/park to clear her head or hitting an exact number of balls or eating a weird smoothie or something?
I mean, she spins her racket a couple of times while she’s waiting to receive a serve but not like canon!Lexa did with her sword against Roan haha.
Lexa certainly has some extra AF rituals so, yes, I think it’s entirely possible she would meditate surrounded by candles—lavender-scented, to calm her nerves and aid sleep quality—the night before her next game. But after she inadvertently sets off the fire alarm at her hotel on one occasion, Titus insists she switch to using aromatherapy oils with a diffuser instead.
She maybe wouldn’t go as far as to, idk, sleep with her favourite racket but only because Anya wouldn’t let her hear the end of it if she found out.
She has a signed photo of Serena Williams she carries around in her racket bag like a talisman. Lexa met her as a teenager during a training camp. It was probably the greatest moment of her young life to meet and exchange a few words with her idol. She shook like a leaf the entire time. She’s since met Serena several times at events and is still totally starstruck by her. Before every game Lexa fishes that photo out, gazes at it reverently, and reminds herself of how far she’s come and how far she has to go.
She has a morning routine that she never deviates from unless she’s travelling. Gets up at 6am for her daily 5k run. Breakfast consists of scrambled egg whites and a kale, banana, and almond milk smoothie. (Clarke gets woken up by the whirr of the blender without fail whenever she stays over. She grumbles and pulls the sheets over her head.)
On match days Lexa takes a bracingly cold shower an hour before the match begins. She has a specific order to getting ready. Puts her clothes on in the exact same sequence every time. The left shoe always goes on before the right. Wears the same hair tie throughout the tournament. She carries five rackets onto court although she never needs that many. Is meticulous about how her rackets are strung for the optimal tension and torque. She wraps the tape grip on her rackets herself, clockwise. Has to test three balls and bounces the chosen one three times before she serves. She also avoids walking on the court lines.
While Clarke finds these superstitions and rituals a bit ridiculous, she also understands it’s all part of the mental preparation. She knows athletes. She gets it. So she doesn’t roll her eyes too much.
I’m going to hell for this but I couldn’t stop laughing at The Cummander so I wrote you a snippet of how I imagine the first scene for The Cummander Volume 1, since I want to encourage your awful ideas ;) I tried to make it as ridiculous as possible.
Clarke and Lexa star in this porn film. It’s a sci fi role play, where Clarke offers up her body as punishment for sexual crimes she has committed, as no one is allowed to cum without the Commander’s permission. Think a twist on episode 207. Clarke is dressed in a sluttier version of her clothes, tighter jeans and thigh high boots, a more revealing tank top to show off the GEC.
Kassie Skai gets to the opening of the tent, where there is a hot shirtless man standing guard (Gustus but not in a savage bear way, more a hot Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones way).
“If you so much as look at her the wrong way your throat will be split by your pleas to cum.”
Kassie stares him down and he lifts the tent flap for her to enter. Kassie struts into the tent to find The Cummander on her throne in her war paint and long coat, caressing the bright pink vibrator.
“You’re the one who fucked 3 of my warriors last night.”
“You’re the one who sent them to our camp. It’s not my fault they couldn’t resist me.”
The Cummander flicks the vibrator on, letting it buzz for a moment before she flicks it off again and stares intimidatingly at the blonde. “Do you have an answer for me, Kassie Skai? Will you accept the punishment for the orgasms you took without my permission ?”
“I’ve come to make you an offer.” Kassie has a confident smirk on her face at this point.
The Cummander juts out her chin and takes one hand off the dildo and drapes the hand over the arm of her chair, displaying the length of her fingers. “This is not a negotiation.”
“That vibrator needs batteries. I know where you can get more.”
The Cummander goes back to gently stroking her tool of pleasure. She tries to hide her eagerness under her stoic mask, but can’t help licking her lips in excitement. “Go on.”
“I need assurances that the warriors that I fucked will be pardoned for their crimes.”
The brunette takes a moment to consider, still stroking the vibrator. “And what of your crimes?”
Kassie gives The Cummander a very obvious once over of the brunettes body. “I’m confident I can handle whatever punishment you give me.” Slowly, she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pair of panties. Kassie casually tosses them to The Cummander, who catches them in her hand and sets them aside.
“These came from the strongest of your warriors. She provided the most resistance. I’m told her name is Anya.”
(Lexa is originally horrified that Anya’s name is mentioned in this film, but Clarke wrote the story and even though she pretends to hate it, Anya secretly loves that she gets credit for her sexual prowess.)
Lexa looks angry that Clarke has broken her strongest warrior. “Anya was my mentor, before I was called to be The Cummander. She taught me everything I needed to know to lead my people in pleasure.” Lexa takes a moment to mourn her warrior’s weakness before asking, “Did she resist well?”
Clarke smirks and nods. “She resisted well, but she came even better.”
Lexa takes a moment to stare steadily at Clarke, before answering, “You truly have more batteries for my vibrator?”
“Yes.”
“Then prove it. Show them to me. If what you say is true, then we have a deal.”
End Scene 1
Obviously this is the part where Clarke takes Lexa to her spaceship and they get more batteries for the vibrator and have hot sex with some ropes and definitely some power struggle undertones. Lexa gives Clarke several orgasms and smears her war paint all over Clarke’s thighs and then when she unties Clarke, Clarke fucks her brains out until The Cummander can cum no more.
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THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.
I was seal-clapping through it all but I lost it completely at Kassie throwing Anya’s undies at Lexa.
(if you feel inspired to write MOAR, I wholeheartedly encourage this endeavour.)
