#clexa fanfic
It Starts With a Chip
Chapter 3
CLEXAWEEK22 — day one: vintage au
or, a time travel to the 70s au
It’s been a few weeks since Clarke walked into a subway car in 2022 and walked out of it in 1977, but every morning her new reality hits her like a goddamn brick.
Her muscle memory still makes her reach for her phone with bleary eyes and hold the screen up to her face so it can unlock. It still does, power outlets haven’t changed much in the last —next?— forty-five years. But her usual morning routine of scrolling through Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, then Twitter again is a thing from the past —the future?
After looking at what time it is without really seeing it, Clarke holds her phone against her chest and stares at the popcorn ceiling she’s pretty sure has asbestos as if it has answers as well.
It had been an ordinary morning smack dab in the middle of an ordinary week.
Me: *realizes I’m on break*
Me: I can beat that
Original Work: Here (Chapter 4 Here)
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Chapter Status: On-going
Author: VividDayDreamer
Chapter 4 Summary:
Time draws near and the concert is only a day away. As Lexa bonds with The Grounders, her anxiety continues to build, throwing her mind into chaos as she attempts to maintain the courage to pull through. In the meantime, Clarke deals with the stress of being a top-ranking musician. She enjoys so many aspects of it, but the pressures build up and the only way she knows how to handle it, is by living in the moment with her friends or sometimes finding a moment to escape it altogether.
When Clarke’s latest escapade leads her to Polis Theater, she discovers someone special. Someone she hopes to learn more about.
Lexa in It Starts With a Chip if it was a g!p fic.
i don’t wanna be your friend (i wanna kiss your lips)
She can’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment it all started. It began with her attraction to Lexa, of course, what else could it have began with, but when did it become more than tentative – at times, awkward – friendship?
Please, she tells herself, and her inner voice sounds just like Raven’s – because what else best friends are for if not for embodying one’s conscience. As if it ever was just friendship.
But that’s all it ever could be. Even if she ignored the fact that they are neighbors – and you don’t start anything with your neighbors for the same reason you don’t start anything with your coworkers, or roommates, or friends’ brothers and sisters – even if she ignored that, their age difference would still remain. Clarke can’t fuck someone who’s still in college. She just can’t.
Except that’s exactly what she’s about to do, and if the heat of Lexa’s gaze is any indication, she certainly doesn’t mind.
Clarke takes a hurried sip of her wine and gulps it down, just to have something to do; and, as it usually happens with her and alcohol, her mind takes her down memory lane, in a futile attempt to figure out where it was that she went wrong.