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Fin.

Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to write a review or drop a DM about whatever! And sorry if there are any mistakes... Again... I wrote this at 4 in the morning.
Genre: tv
100

Marry Me Clexa AU

Chapter 1: Marry Me Clexa AU

Marry me, Clexa

"Lexa, have you ever thought about your wedding day?" Clarke asked one summer day when she was 14 and Lexa was 16. "Yeah, actually, I have thought about it. Why did you ask?" Lexa responded. Clarke shrugged. "It was just a thought I had. I actually have it all planned out."

"Oh, and what is your plan?" Lexa asked, curiosity piqued.

"Well, for the flowers, I would like magnolias, and I would love it to be out in the country to save my parents some money. Not too many people, just close friends and family. And I would love for my grandfather to officiate it. He has always been a big part of my life, and it would make my special day that much more meaningful." As Lexa listened to Clarke, she fell for her that much more.

"Clarke, what if I mess up the game and we lose because of me?" Lexa was completely freaking out. Tonight was the championship game, and the last game Lexa would play as a high school student before she went off to college to play soccer. "Lexa, look around you. This field is your second home. You were born to do this, and you will excel like you do in any other game you have ever played in." As she spoke, Clarke gestured to the soccer field they were standing in. "No, Clarke, my second home isn't on this field. It's with you," Lexa said with a tear in her eye, because she knew Clarke would take it as a friend would. But the truth was that Lexa had been in love with Clarke since they met. "Awe, Lexa, you know that you will always be at home with me. You're my best friend. I love you, Lexa," Clarke told her, and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. "I love you too, Clarke," Lexa had never spoken truer words.

Lexa pulled away from the hug and looked Clarke right in the eyes. "If I win tonight, the only person I want by me is you, Clarke."

As the ball flew down the field, Lexa Woods, number 11, was running after it. Would she make the goal and win the championship? It was tied 3-3 in the last minute of the game. As the announcer screamed into the mic, Clarke didn't even hear him. Her sole focus was on Lexa as she ran to the net with the ball. The clock was ticking down; there were only seconds left. Everything happened so fast, but to Clarke, it felt like everything was moving slowly. Lexa kicked the ball as hard as she could. Right as the buzzer went off, the ball crossed the line, giving Lexa the goal and winning the game. The crowd went crazy; the announcer was yelling that the Polis Warriors had won the state championships. Clarke jumped up and ran onto the field, bringing Lexa into her arms. Lexa hugged her like she would never hug her again. As Clarke pulled back a bit so she could look Lexa in the eyes, Lexa brought her right hand up to Clarke's cheek. Her hand went down to Clarke's chin, and she was about to bring her lips to her own. Luna, Lexa's teammate, ran up and grabbed Lexa to celebrate the game-winning goal.

For only a second, Clarke looked like she was going to kiss Lexa, and she completely freaked out because she was really going to kiss Clarke, and she looked like she wanted her too, and maybe, just maybe, Clarke felt the same way.

Turns out she didn't. Because only five years later, after one of Lexa's games, she came home to an invitation to Clarke's wedding. Lexa knew it was too late.

"Lexa, it's so good to see you again," Jake, Clarke's father, walked up to her and hugged her. "It's been so long, Jake. How are you doing?" Lexa asked politely. "Well, dear, we both know the answer to that. It's Clarke's big day. She has been dreaming and planning this since she was 12," Jake said. Lexa nodded, because, of course, she already knew that. But what Jake didn't know was that he wasn't the only one giving her away. "Well, Jake, I am going to go look for the bride-to-be and wish her the best," Lexa said. "You do that, Lex. I will see you later," Jake replied. As Lexa walked away, she looked down at her outfit. It was her nicest black suit with a black tie. Lexa laughed at the irony that she looked like she was going to a funeral, not the wedding of the woman she loved.

Lexa grabbed her flask and took a strong shot of whiskey, hiding out in the back. She could see Bellamy, Clarke's soon-to-be husband. She had to turn away before anyone saw her tears. So they wouldn't know.

As Clarke was welcoming her guests, Lexa thought that she should go up to her and tell her the truth: that she had loved her from the start. But she knew she couldn't do that to Clarke and ruin her happiest day. So she walked up to her, and every step she took, her heart broke, because Clarke was so beautiful in her dress, standing out from everyone. When she got to her, she hugged her and told her she loved her and that she was beautiful. Clarke cried and said, "Lexa, it's exactly how I pictured it. I am so glad you could be here, and I love you too. You will always be my best friend." Lexa walked away with tears in her eyes.

Lexa was in her black suit, black tie, hiding in the back, doing a strong shot of whiskey straight from the flask. She tried to make it through without crying, so nobody would see. Because, yeah, Clarke wanted to get married, and she was going to get married, but she wasn't going to marry Lexa.
Genre: tv
100

New Opportunities


Chapter 1: New Opportunities

This is dedicated to those of us leaving education and going into employment for the first time, because that can be terrifying.

Clarke is lying on the sofa, feeling awful and possibly contemplating throwing up, when she hears Bellamy's "Hello?" from the corridor.

"In the living room!" she yells.

She hears his steps approaching, and then it's him, standing there, tall and handsome as always, with a worried face. However, when he notices the coffee table and the remnants of food there, he relaxes slightly and lets out a disappointed sigh.

"Did you eat an entire tub of Ben & Jerry's in one sitting again?" he asks.

Clarke hugs her stomach again and scrunches up her nose. "It's not my fault; it's peanut butter cup flavor! No person in their sane mind would resist."

Bellamy smiles indulgently. "And now you feel like you're going to throw up."

"Yeah," she says, and it sounds like a whine.

"Move over," he says.

She moves her feet a little, and Bellamy sits down, then puts her feet in his lap. "You guys should really lock your front door. I don't know how many times I'm going to tell you that."

"Tell that to Raven and Octavia – it's them who always forget," Clarke says, but at Bellamy's pointed look, she sighs. "Fine, I forget too. But you know, if the door was locked, you'd be staring at it from the other side right now, because there's no way I would've gotten up to let you in."

"Touché," he replies.

"I'm never looking at food again," she says, closing her eyes and listening to the intro to Brooklyn Nine-Nine. She suspects Bellamy put it on because he knows it's her favorite pick-me-up show.

Then, just as she suspected, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

Clarke just shrugs, not knowing what to say.

"You're obviously stressed, so tell me why," he pauses and looks away. "You don't have to, of course. I know you're the type to pretend your feelings don't exist rather than shout about them, but talking might help? And, you never know, but I might have some wisdom to impart on you."

She considers that for a second, then chews her bottom lip a little.

"I applied for like fifteen jobs on Friday night. I've gotten zero response back so far. Plus, I had a nightmare last night where I didn't get a single job and had to work as a shopping assistant at Walmart for the rest of my life. And I know it sounds stupid, but it was one of those repetitive nightmares that I just couldn't shake. In short, I'm terrified," she says, not looking at him as she concentrates on the chipping nail polish on her right hand.

She can feel rather than see him shake his head. "Clarke, this was last Friday? It's Wednesday today; it's been what, three days? They wouldn't have even started looking at your applications until Monday morning at the earliest. Them not getting back to you yet means nothing; you have to wait at least a couple of weeks to know for sure you didn't get them."

Clarke knows this; she does. It's just that it's her last semester of college, and she always thought she'd be one of those people who aren't scared to graduate. She thought she'd be excited. And she is; she likes change and new opportunities. But she also likes to be sure and to know where her future is going, and right now, it's just a huge question mark, and that terrifies her.

"How long did it take you to get your job?" she asks.

He contemplates that for a second. "I think they took a few weeks to contact me. I'm pretty sure."

Clarke sighs. "Maybe my mother is right, and I should go to medical school."

Bellamy raises his eyebrows. "Do you want to go to medical school?"

"I really don't want to go to medical school," she replies.

He chuckles at that, and they both remain quiet for a few moments.

"Everything is going to be fine with you; trust me. You're smart and talented, and have good grades; someone will want to hire you. And it's amazing that you know what you want to do and you're pursuing it," he tells her with a face so serious, as if he's making an official speech. Clarke loves it. "Worrying like this is completely normal," he smiles at her softly. "Just don't eat that much ice cream in one go again, okay?"

That reminds her of the feeling of sickness she forgot about for a minute, and she frowns. "Trust me, I won't."

Fin.

Thanks so much for reading! Feel free to write a review or drop a DM about whatever! And sorry if there are any mistakes... Again... I wrote this at 4 in the morning.

Genre: tv

100

Marry Me Clexa AU

Chapter 1: Marry Me Clexa AU

Marry me, Clexa

"Lexa, have you ever thought about your wedding day?" Clarke asked one summer day when she was 14 and Lexa was 16. "Yeah, actually, I have thought about it. Why did you ask?" Lexa responded. Clarke shrugged. "It was just a thought I had. I actually have it all planned out."

"Oh, and what is your plan?" Lexa asked, curiosity piqued.

"Well, for the flowers, I would like magnolias, and I would love it to be out in the country to save my parents some money. Not too many people, just close friends and family. And I would love for my grandfather to officiate it. He has always been a big part of my life, and it would make my special day that much more meaningful." As Lexa listened to Clarke, she fell for her that much more.

"Clarke, what if I mess up the game and we lose because of me?" Lexa was completely freaking out. Tonight was the championship game, and the last game Lexa would play as a high school student before she went off to college to play soccer. "Lexa, look around you. This field is your second home. You were born to do this, and you will excel like you do in any other game you have ever played in." As she spoke, Clarke gestured to the soccer field they were standing in. "No, Clarke, my second home isn't on this field. It's with you," Lexa said with a tear in her eye, because she knew Clarke would take it as a friend would. But the truth was that Lexa had been in love with Clarke since they met. "Awe, Lexa, you know that you will always be at home with me. You're my best friend. I love you, Lexa," Clarke told her, and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. "I love you too, Clarke," Lexa had never spoken truer words.

Lexa pulled away from the hug and looked Clarke right in the eyes. "If I win tonight, the only person I want by me is you, Clarke."

As the ball flew down the field, Lexa Woods, number 11, was running after it. Would she make the goal and win the championship? It was tied 3-3 in the last minute of the game. As the announcer screamed into the mic, Clarke didn't even hear him. Her sole focus was on Lexa as she ran to the net with the ball. The clock was ticking down; there were only seconds left. Everything happened so fast, but to Clarke, it felt like everything was moving slowly. Lexa kicked the ball as hard as she could. Right as the buzzer went off, the ball crossed the line, giving Lexa the goal and winning the game. The crowd went crazy; the announcer was yelling that the Polis Warriors had won the state championships. Clarke jumped up and ran onto the field, bringing Lexa into her arms. Lexa hugged her like she would never hug her again. As Clarke pulled back a bit so she could look Lexa in the eyes, Lexa brought her right hand up to Clarke's cheek. Her hand went down to Clarke's chin, and she was about to bring her lips to her own. Luna, Lexa's teammate, ran up and grabbed Lexa to celebrate the game-winning goal.

For only a second, Clarke looked like she was going to kiss Lexa, and she completely freaked out because she was really going to kiss Clarke, and she looked like she wanted her too, and maybe, just maybe, Clarke felt the same way.

Turns out she didn't. Because only five years later, after one of Lexa's games, she came home to an invitation to Clarke's wedding. Lexa knew it was too late.

"Lexa, it's so good to see you again," Jake, Clarke's father, walked up to her and hugged her. "It's been so long, Jake. How are you doing?" Lexa asked politely. "Well, dear, we both know the answer to that. It's Clarke's big day. She has been dreaming and planning this since she was 12," Jake said. Lexa nodded, because, of course, she already knew that. But what Jake didn't know was that he wasn't the only one giving her away. "Well, Jake, I am going to go look for the bride-to-be and wish her the best," Lexa said. "You do that, Lex. I will see you later," Jake replied. As Lexa walked away, she looked down at her outfit. It was her nicest black suit with a black tie. Lexa laughed at the irony that she looked like she was going to a funeral, not the wedding of the woman she loved.

Lexa grabbed her flask and took a strong shot of whiskey, hiding out in the back. She could see Bellamy, Clarke's soon-to-be husband. She had to turn away before anyone saw her tears. So they wouldn't know.

As Clarke was welcoming her guests, Lexa thought that she should go up to her and tell her the truth: that she had loved her from the start. But she knew she couldn't do that to Clarke and ruin her happiest day. So she walked up to her, and every step she took, her heart broke, because Clarke was so beautiful in her dress, standing out from everyone. When she got to her, she hugged her and told her she loved her and that she was beautiful. Clarke cried and said, "Lexa, it's exactly how I pictured it. I am so glad you could be here, and I love you too. You will always be my best friend." Lexa walked away with tears in her eyes.

Lexa was in her black suit, black tie, hiding in the back, doing a strong shot of whiskey straight from the flask. She tried to make it through without crying, so nobody would see. Because, yeah, Clarke wanted to get married, and she was going to get married, but she wasn't going to marry Lexa.

Genre: tv

100

New Opportunities

Chapter 1: New Opportunities

This is dedicated to those of us leaving education and going into employment for the first time, because that can be terrifying.

Clarke is lying on the sofa, feeling awful and possibly contemplating throwing up, when she hears Bellamy's "Hello?" from the corridor.

"In the living room!" she yells.

She hears his steps approaching, and then it's him, standing there, tall and handsome as always, with a worried face. However, when he notices the coffee table and the remnants of food there, he relaxes slightly and lets out a disappointed sigh.

"Did you eat an entire tub of Ben & Jerry's in one sitting again?" he asks.

Clarke hugs her stomach again and scrunches up her nose. "It's not my fault; it's peanut butter cup flavor! No person in their sane mind would resist."

Bellamy smiles indulgently. "And now you feel like you're going to throw up."

"Yeah," she says, and it sounds like a whine.

"Move over," he says.

She moves her feet a little, and Bellamy sits down, then puts her feet in his lap. "You guys should really lock your front door. I don't know how many times I'm going to tell you that."

"Tell that to Raven and Octavia – it's them who always forget," Clarke says, but at Bellamy's pointed look, she sighs. "Fine, I forget too. But you know, if the door was locked, you'd be staring at it from the other side right now, because there's no way I would've gotten up to let you in."

"Touché," he replies.

"I'm never looking at food again," she says, closing her eyes and listening to the intro to Brooklyn Nine-Nine. She suspects Bellamy put it on because he knows it's her favorite pick-me-up show.

Then, just as she suspected, "Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

Clarke just shrugs, not knowing what to say.

"You're obviously stressed, so tell me why," he pauses and looks away. "You don't have to, of course. I know you're the type to pretend your feelings don't exist rather than shout about them, but talking might help? And, you never know, but I might have some wisdom to impart on you."

She considers that for a second, then chews her bottom lip a little.

"I applied for like fifteen jobs on Friday night. I've gotten zero response back so far. Plus, I had a nightmare last night where I didn't get a single job and had to work as a shopping assistant at Walmart for the rest of my life. And I know it sounds stupid, but it was one of those repetitive nightmares that I just couldn't shake. In short, I'm terrified," she says, not looking at him as she concentrates on the chipping nail polish on her right hand.

She can feel rather than see him shake his head. "Clarke, this was last Friday? It's Wednesday today; it's been what, three days? They wouldn't have even started looking at your applications until Monday morning at the earliest. Them not getting back to you yet means nothing; you have to wait at least a couple of weeks to know for sure you didn't get them."

Clarke knows this; she does. It's just that it's her last semester of college, and she always thought she'd be one of those people who aren't scared to graduate. She thought she'd be excited. And she is; she likes change and new opportunities. But she also likes to be sure and to know where her future is going, and right now, it's just a huge question mark, and that terrifies her.

"How long did it take you to get your job?" she asks.

He contemplates that for a second. "I think they took a few weeks to contact me. I'm pretty sure."

Clarke sighs. "Maybe my mother is right, and I should go to medical school."

Bellamy raises his eyebrows. "Do you want to go to medical school?"

"I really don't want to go to medical school," she replies.

He chuckles at that, and they both remain quiet for a few moments.

"Everything is going to be fine with you; trust me. You're smart and talented, and have good grades; someone will want to hire you. And it's amazing that you know what you want to do and you're pursuing it," he tells her with a face so serious, as if he's making an official speech. Clarke loves it. "Worrying like this is completely normal," he smiles at her softly. "Just don't eat that much ice cream in one go again, okay?"

That reminds her of the feeling of sickness she forgot about for a minute, and she frowns. "Trust me, I won't."