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I’ve been watching The 100 in the background while writing the code for this paper and Clarke and Lexa are realllllly making me question just how gay I actually am

So is it the AI that loved Clarke or was it the human Lexa? Or both?
So if it was the AI that fell in love with Clarke, does that mean anyone who the AI gets implanted in will fall in love with Clarke since the AI takes over the body? Or does the AI not take over the hosts body and only has a symbiotic relationship?
Does Clexa get to live on in different forms?

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The World Had Less Color Without You by dreamsaremywords

A week passes and alcohol is brought into the mix.

She and Clarke are supposed to be lost in Google Docs right now, editing their project and suffering aching headaches from the stress and the strain of their eyes focusing on computer screens for too long. Instead, their heads are spinning and the room is spinning and they are both lying spread-eagle on the floor, an empty bottle between them.

“You should have glow in the dark stars,” says Clarke in a hushed voice.

Lexa blinks up at the ceiling. She’s not sure what Clarke is talking about. She never bought any glow in the dark stars but she is fairly certain there are still stars blinking at her. Her head rolls as she looks at Clarke and sees even more stars in her eyes, entire galaxies devoid of color lost in the gray irises. She thinks. Maybe. It’s like the stars on her ceiling. There are none there, she knows that, but she blinks and—maybe. And Clarke. Clarke’s eyes are gray. Everything is gray. Lexa knows that, but she blinks and sometimes she thinks she catches a shade. Blue. Or gold framing her head, like a halo except… Or pink, like her lips are bruised by the ghost of kisses that never happened. That maybe Lexa wants to happen. She doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to know. She tries not to think about it.

They fall asleep with space between them and Lexa wakes up with Clarke’s hair in her mouth and her hand on fire, arm numb beneath Clarke’s body, wrist bent at an awkward angle as Clarke clutches it tightly to her chest. Maybe Lexa can feel her pulse. Maybe Lexa caught a glimpse of sunlight. Maybe Clarke’s hair is blonde.

She blinks, her heart stopping.

No, it’s not. It’s gray.

Maybe Lexa still dreams in color sometimes.

Soulmate AU where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate. Clarke has only ever seen in black and white…or so she says. When Lexa loses Costia, she also loses the ability to see in color. She thinks she’ll never see again, but then a very pretty girl is assigned as her partner for her group project, and suddenly she can see snatches of blue and gold and other colors no matter how hard she pretends she can’t…

Or: Lexa and Clarke are hopelessly in love and absolutely full of bullshit (and pizza, and donuts, and utter gay thirst)

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