CLEXA

Clexa

[taschas-clexafix]

I need a Clarke Griffin to my Lexa

I need a Rosie to my Rose

I need a Joanie Stubbs to my Calamity Jane Cannary

[taschamonnii]

Now thanks to THOBM I have found yet another blonde and brunette who are soulmates and murder my entire gay being and make me long for my blonde love... I need a Dani Clayton to my Jamie

[commander-of-cuddles]

Clexa & Candles

This year for Clexa Week I wrote a fic inspired by all of the Lexa + Candle jokes. Which... yeah... Lexa definitely loves them.

She's even got the nightbloods holding candles

BUT........

Clarke likes those candles too

She even put Lexa's picture right above the candles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/79936441/chapters/209812876

The Candle Maker - Chapter 1 - CommanderOfCuddles - The 100 (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clarke Griffin & Lexa, Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Anya/Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya & Raven Reyes (The 100) Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100), Raven Reyes (The 100), Anya (The 100), Octavia Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Roan (The 100), Gaia (The 100), Harper McIntyre, Echo (The 100) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, One Shot, Candles, Soulmates Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clexa Week, Lexa loves candles, Clexa Week 2026, Clexa Summary:

There are a lot of jokes about Lexa's love of candles but not many fics. I gave it a shot for Clexa Week 2026

Lexa finds the perfect candle. Then she meets the perfect woman.

[taschas-clexafix]

GUYS I am begging you all to go read and love on this fic! It is so creative and fun and I adore and can't get enough of it!

[lexas-achy-breaky-heart]

hey i dont get what the whole deal is about candles? im so confused!!!!

Well, you see, the things is… 

There are

a lot

of them

regardless

of the daytime

and someone

must have

put them

there

[petaltexturedskies]

Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

[butmakeitgayblog]

[captaingummyworm]

Someone give me an ideaaaa on my next clexa design, what do you want to seee

[taschas-clexafix]

Holy wow look at this masterpiece 😍 omfgaaaaawd!

[she-is-the-arrow]

Clarke tends to (and causes) some of the Commander’s aches…

[vezarion]

here you go anon, my first attempt at making a gif. hope you enjoy!

[clexmas25]

Hey everyone! Clexmas is happening and will begin on the 14th of December this year!

Clexmas is everything Clexa that jingles with the holiday spirit. Reblog or send this post out to anyone you think will enjoy it! As a reminder here is how you can participate below. And our theme list for this year. 

How To Participate: Fanart, fanvids, fanfics, moodboards, photo manipulations, fic recs, anything that jingles Clexa with a Christmas/Holiday theme - let’s see it!

7 Days of Clexa: This will be 7 days of Holiday/Christmas themed posts. Reblog Share Repeat!

Send out ideas/prompts to your favorite writers and artists! Don’t forget to tag! 

#Clexmas25  #7DaysofClexa

Dec. 14 - Day 1: Home For the Holidays

Dec. 15 - Day 2: Cocktails and Candy Canes

Dec. 16 - Day 3: Naughty or Nice

Dec. 17 - Day 4: Snow Day

Dec. 18 - Day 5: Holiday Traditions

Dec. 19 - Day 6: Basically a Hallmark Movie Dec. 20 - Day 7:  Free Day

[clexa-surrogacy-au]

Between Our Love

Chapter 13 - universe in bloom, meet me in the garden I planted for you

Clarke's lips curve. She hasn't opened her eyes yet, and doesn't need to, to know they're both drowsily enveloped by the glowing fairy lights around them. It must be early, for it to be dark enough the Christmas lights are showing beyond her eyelids. And if it's that early, then there's no reason they need to get up yet.

Clarke shifts and turns to lie on her other side, and even in her sleep, Lexa follows. She turns in Clarke's arms, automatically stretches her arm out so Clarke can curl up to her, resting her head on her chest. Her heart beats steadily under Clarke's ear, lulling her back to sleep.

When she wakes again, it's far lighter in the room, and the birds beyond the window are more active. Clarke's ear burns, half numb from hours of resting atop Lexa's chest, but she pays it little mind. She stretches instead, body unfurling like a cat, and cracks her eyes open when Lexa shifts to do the same, though her eyes have yet to open. When her body settles and her arm tightens around Clarke again, Clarke lets her eyes drift shut again, too warm and comfortable to consider getting up yet.

She doesn’t get to fall back asleep again. She fully wakes to the sensation of fluttering in her belly. Bacon doesn't seem to want to sleep in as late as they do. A smile touches Clarke's lips, and she adjusts as Lexa yawns and stretches once again before melting back down into the mattress. Clarke nuzzles into her neck and absently strokes whatever her hand rests on. She vaguely registers the quiet rumble of Lexa’s throat as she hums in approval, or maybe pleasure, as Clarke drifts her touch along her hip. Lexa's skin is warm through the thin, sleep-worn fabric of her t-shirt.

She grows somnolent again, her strokes slowing, but Lexa rolls over before she can drift off again. When Bacon kicks insistently again, Clarke huffs, amused, and cracks her eye open to focus on the sleepy fondness written across Lexa's face.

"Good morning from us both."

Lexa hums, shifting her hand from Clarke's stomach, resting her arm on the curve of Clarke's hip instead. Fingertips graze the sensitive skin at the small of Clarke's back, and she has to swallow down the purr that tries to rumble up her throat.

"Good morning," Lexa returns, and Clarke has approximately one second to admire the way long lashes rise and fall over the silvery green of Lexa's eyes before they suddenly grow much closer. Clarke's heart lodges itself in her throat and she remains carefully still as Lexa brushes full lips over the center of her forehead, and then her temple, before brushing over the curve of her cheek.

She can't do anything but look at Lexa, for a moment. Marveling over how at peace she makes her feel. How ridiculously safe and warm it is, like they're in their own little world. Clarke loves it.

She loves it, and hopes desperately that she makes Lexa feel the same way. By the way Lexa looks at her when she leans in to trace the exact same trail of kisses over Lexa's face, she thinks maybe she does.

Lexa's gaze lingers on her, soft and glowing with affection. "Good morning."

Clarke can't help it; it pulls a chuckle out of her, one that coaxes Lexa's smile to grow. "You said that already."

Lexa's arm tightens around her, hand splaying at the small of her back. "It bears repeating."

Continue on ao3

[clexa-surrogacy-au]

Nearly done with the latest chapter of BOL.

Here are some gif hints as to what happens 😌

[clexmas25]

Clextober 2025

Hey everyone! Sorry life got away from me this year. Anyone interested in participating in Clextober this year is more than welcome! We can have the rest of October to celebrate :) Here are 31 prompts for Clextober! You are not limited to this list.

[frostythekillerdoll]

clarke griffin really is the character ever. she pulls a lot of levers. only one person she's slept with hasn't died. she adopted a six-year-old when she was still a teenager. she had her first drink out of spite. she killed a panther by herself. her daughter has the memories of the dead love of her life. she's as homicidal as she is suicidal. she was in solitary confinement for almost an entire year. she learned mandarin and motorcycle riding because she stole it out of someone else's head. she decorated her prison cell with charcoal etches. she's been caked in mud and foam. no one ever taught her how to swim. if she cares about you, she might hum when she kills you. we only see her shower once in her life. she medically experimented on herself. she's been body snatched. everything her culture was based on turned out to be very, very incorrect. she was arrested for treason against her people and then does nothing but ensure the survival of her people for the rest of her life. she's eaten bugs. and she's bisexual

[reallygroovyninja]

Objects in Mirror Are Queerer Than They Appear

Lexa rechecked the time: 6:42. She stood on the curb outside her apartment, dressed like someone who had Googled what lesbians wear to dinner: a button-down shirt, jeans that fit a little too well, and boots. She carried a tiny bottle of breath spray; she was absolutely not going to let Clarke see.

And then she heard it.

She looked up at the sound of an engine.

A low, unholy rumble. Not a car engine and not a motorcycle. Something… bigger and louder. Angry, somehow.

The truck came into view like a spell had summoned it, a giant orange and white U-Haul barreling down the street way too fast for a vehicle clearly designed to carry furniture, regret, and maybe one or two failed relationships.

It hit the brakes hard and bounced like, actually bounced. Lexa instinctively took a step back as it squealed to a stop in front of her, tilting at a slightly concerning angle. It idled there, grumbling. One of the side mirrors was duct-taped. A pine tree air freshener was swinging aggressively from the rearview.

The driver’s side window rolled down, and Clarke leaned out.

No shame. No explanation. Just her elbow on the sill, sunglasses in her hair, and a huge, utterly unrepentant grin on her face.

“Hey! You ready?”

Lexa just stared. “Is that… a U-Haul?”

Clarke beamed. “Yep! Surprise!”

“That’s not a surprise. That’s a cry for help.”

Clarke tilted her head. “Okay rude, but also fair. Technically, it’s a fifteen-footer. Her name is Denise.”

“Denise?”

“She told me on the highway.”

Lexa blinked. “I’m sorry… on the highway?”

Clarke shrugged like this was all going fine. “I had to merge across three lanes to make the exit. She screamed a little.”

Lexa didn’t move. “Why… do you have a U-Haul.”

“My car’s in the shop. I tried to rent something normal, but they were out of cars, so I said, do you have anything that runs? and the guy just handed me the keys without making eye contact.” She patted the dashboard like it had feelings. “We’ve been through a lot already.”

“This is a date,” Lexa said, slowly, as if Clarke might have simply forgotten. “Not an emergency relocation.”

“I mean… who says it can’t be both?” Clarke reached over and opened the passenger door from the inside. It groaned. “Come on. I vacuumed the back. There’s Chinese food and string lights and a yoga mat I liberated from Raven for ambiance.”

“You kidnapped a yoga mat?”

“She will get over it. You won’t believe the vibe in the cargo bay.”

Lexa stood there, watching her and the U-Haul, weighing every single life choice that had led her to this exact moment. Finally, she sighed, climbed in, and slammed the door.

Inside, the cab smelled like takeout, lavender Febreze, and bad decisions. Clarke had taped a little paper heart to the dashboard. It said, “What will be will be.”

Lexa stared at it. “You are completely unhinged.”

Clarke grinned, putting it in drive. “I know. Isn’t it great?”

They roared away from the curb like two lesbians fleeing the law. The side mirror fell off at the next stoplight.

Clarke didn’t even blink. Just hit the wipers once like that would fix it and kept driving. Lexa sat rigid in the passenger seat, clutching the edge of her seat like it might detach and rocket her straight into the afterlife.

“This thing does not corner well,” Clarke muttered, adjusting the wheel with the reckless confidence of someone who had clearly never driven a box truck in her life but had once played Mario Kart with devastating results.

“Are you… braking with both feet?” Lexa asked, voice thin.

“No,” Clarke said. Then, after a beat, “Maybe. Don’t distract me.”

The drive took twenty minutes and eleven years off Lexa’s life. Clarke narrated all of it like a podcast host on a true crime road trip.

They made it to a dirt road just outside the city, some gravel overlook spot Clarke claimed she’d totally seen people on TikTok raving about. The parking job she executed was not technically legal, but the U-Haul was big enough that no one was going to challenge her on it. Denise blocked the entire view, and also most of the access road.

Clarke hopped out and jogged around back like she was unveiling a pop-up art installation. Lexa followed more slowly, still recovering from the whiplash and the very real moment she’d seen her life flash before her eyes as Clarke veered across two lanes to avoid a rogue cyclist.

Clarke unlocked the cargo bay, shoved it up with a satisfying clatter, and stepped aside to complete the setup.

Inside, she had created a strange, wonderful little shrine to romance and poor judgment. There was the yoga mat, half-unrolled and trying its best. A blanket that looked suspiciously like it had been stolen off the back of a couch. A couple of milk crates turned upside down as a makeshift table, topped with a flickering battery-powered candle and two takeout containers.

And the lights.

Oh god, the lights.

There were string lights everywhere. Tangled and twisted. One looped around an old dolly like it was trying to escape. Another blinked sporadically, like it had seen things and wanted out.

Clarke grinned. “Well?”

Lexa stepped up into the truck and looked around like she’d walked into the romantic comedy equivalent of a crime scene. “This is…”

She turned in a slow circle. “…genuinely unhinged.”

“Thank you.” Clarke looked so proud. “I wanted it to feel like a Pinterest board lost a fight with a storage unit.”

“It does.”

“Perfect.”

They sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, sharing noodles and laughing in between bites. Clarke talked with her hands, nearly spilled her container, and burned her mouth on a spring roll but refused to admit it. Lexa kept finding herself watching Clarke instead of the skyline which, incidentally, was almost completely blocked by Denise’s back door. But somehow, it didn’t matter.

The chaos worked.

It was messy, loud, and deeply stupid in the best possible way. Lexa was smiling so much that her cheeks hurt.

Eventually, Clarke leaned back against the truck wall, chewing on a fortune cookie and watching Lexa with a look that had grown quieter.

“I really like you,” she said suddenly. “I mean… I’m not usually like, this, on first dates. I don’t normally show up with heavy machinery.”

Lexa smirked. “So, I’m special?”

“You’re deeply unlucky, actually. I was going to take you to a wine bar with mood lighting and pretentious cheese boards, but Denise and fate had other plans.”

Lexa tilted her head. “You really think this was fate?”

Clarke nodded. “Yep. Definitely fate. Or maybe my car battery. Either way, I’m glad you still said yes after you saw the truck.”

Lexa hesitated just long enough for Clarke to panic internally, then leaned in, kissing her softly, like punctuation on a sentence neither of them had said aloud yet.

When they pulled apart, Clarke blinked, dazed. “That was either the best kiss of my life or I’m lightheaded from the Febreze.”

Lexa smiled. “Both.”

They packed up sometime after ten. The string lights were a lost cause. The dolly had somehow rolled into the corner and wedged beneath the crates. Lexa climbed into the passenger seat again, and Clarke took the wheel like a woman with renewed purpose.

As they pulled away, Clarke glanced at her.

“So… second date?”

Lexa didn’t hesitate. “Only if I drive.”

Clarke winked. “Great, because I was thinking of renting us a backhoe.”

[benjinoff13]

i may as well be yapping to a brick wall but i’m gonna talk about this scene anyway

cause what is so endearing and special to me, and what is one of the many reasons why i love clexa so much, is the domesticity of this scene, or more so what must’ve happened for them to get to this point

some way they end up in the comfort of lexa’s room together, each doing their own thing in peace and quiet

clarke went up to lexa’s room, “can i draw here?”

or

lexa invited clarke “would you like to spend time in my room while i read later?”

or

clarke was already there when lexa entered “i hope it’s okay i let myself in, my room’s too quiet”

or

they walked up to lexa’s room together after a meeting, not having to exchange a single word

and that same thing applied when they sat down, they don’t need to speak, are comfortable enough with one another to have some quiet time, where they can practice their hobbies and relax and be at peace and for a moment not have to owe anyone anything

a time when lexa felt so safe and comfortable with clarke up to the point where the rythm of her quiet breathing and the sound of the charcoal against her paper put her to sleep

not to mention clarke was technically lexa’s prisoner when this happened, but this didn’t change anything between them, i’m not even sure clarke minded

between the violence, the wars, the bloodshed, the politics, the betrayal and the lies, they can sit together and do their own thing in silence, a silence that’s actually silent as opposed to the loud silence in their heads when they’re alone at night, a kind of silence that reminds clarke of wednesday afternoons with her father and that reminds lexa of vast fields with costia

this scene can’t have been the first or last time they spend quiet time together, maybe clarke reads a book in the corner of the throne room while lexa finishes the last of the letters she’s writing, maybe lexa meditates with the sound of clarke brushing her hair in the background, maybe clarke draws again, lexa reads again, clarke naps, lexa braids, clarke paints, lexa cleans, clarke folds clothes, lexa lights candles, clarke draws again, and lexa reads again

[elainiisms]

no you don't understand, attempted murder IS the most romantic expression of love

[sassymajesty]

[clexa-surrogacy-au]

Between Our Love

Chapter 11 - when we sat in silence

Clarke’s gaze shifts from the strokes of graphite to the girl beyond the edge of the sketchbook, languidly stretching, arms above her head, before she’s even opened her eyes. Yeah, the drawings never come close to capturing the grace of the real thing.

Even when the real thing has messy bed-head and sleepy eyes as she blinks at Clarke as though surprised to see her there. Clarke snaps her sketchbook shut and looks at her, lips pressed together again in a vain attempt to curb the soft smile curving her lips. It doesn’t matter, really—not since Lexa’s lips are curving too, and she’s ducking her head into the pillow almost bashfully.

“Good morning,” she says, voice still a sleepy rasp. “How long have you been up?”

“Not long,” Clarke says, though a glance at the clock tells her she’s been sketching for over half an hour. She doesn’t correct herself, and stands to slip the sketchbook in a random drawer. “You want some breakfast?”

Lexa’s noncommittal hum has Clarke huffing as she turns to face her. She knows Lexa. She’s hungry, she’s always hungry—but she doesn’t want to get out of bed. By Lexa’s lips tugging up into a grin, she’s fully aware Clarke is reading her like a book, but she knows Clarke, too. She pointedly pats the mattress beside her.

They both giggle when Clarke immediately flops into bed. Lexa shifts back a little bit to make room, but they still share the same pillow, faces inches apart. Lexa’s eyes are a lovely pale shade of green this morning.

They avert after a moment, Lexa turning to burrow her face into the pillow again. Clarke snorts, and after a beat, Lexa’s muffled voice says, “I’m still sleepy.”

Clarke laughs quietly. “This is late for you, you’re usually up for a run by now.”

“What time is it?”

“Eight thirty.”

Lexa makes a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan, and Clarke’s amusement grows, especially when Lexa finally lifts her head to turn to face her again. The fine baby hairs around Lexa’s hairline are fluffy and wild from the pillow; her eyes are so green right now, flecks of gold visible and glowing in the pale sunlight streaming through the blinds.

Clarke’s smile is as soft as the way she brushes errant hair out of Lexa’s face. “How are you doing?”

Read on ao3

[taschas-clexafix]

My favorite has updated! I may just need to do another re-read for this update but I'm so excited I may not be able to control myself! I love this heartbreakingly beautiful story and highly recommend it!

[dreamsaremywords]

Guys I made the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever made in my life please watch it, my wife has been literally laughing out loud at this useless lesbian and her 43 seconds of gay drama

 it’s a little nsfw too just a warning. Inspired by events that occur in BOL

[taschas-clexafix]

Oh my fucking GAWD!