The 100 Oneshots: (including LGBTQ+)

Kings and Queens

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Background- Polis, Lexa's dungeons. You two were captured and imprisoned after bringing Wanheda back to Heda.

Character- Lexa's younger sister, Laurel Kom Trikru. Not a night blood. Rebellious but quiet.

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"Your sister is a real piece of work," came a husky voice.

Laurel looked lazily to the other side of the dungeon where they were imprisoned, and cast an irritated glance at the shadowy figure looming by the corner of the cell.

He was tall, broad shouldered and had long hair that was presently tied back into a half up, half down style.

His arms were crossed defensively in front of his chest and his feet propped up against the walls of the cell. His posture indicated he was fed up with the incarceration nonsense.

Laurel was too. It was so unnecessary. First, Lexa tells her to retrieve Clarke with an outsider, then throws her in prison for obeying orders. Didn't make much sense.

Laurel rolled her eyes as she looked away from the man. "Don't need to tell me that. Been hearing the same thing since day one," she replied tersely.

The man grunted a sort of reply and unfolded his arms and took a step towards her.

"You of all people don't seem the type to obey orders," he began cautiously, quickly meeting her eye and just as quickly, breaking the stare once he noticed her angered expression.

"- so why did you follow this one?" He finished, letting his gaze pass steadily over her. Laurel calculated her answer.

Lexa had sounded worried. Like if Wanheda got hurt, she would wage war against the world. Her sister was not usually on her gold side, but something about the way she spoke with such urgency made something change in Laurel, and she had done as she was asked.

Laurel swallowed and cleared her throat subtly, casting her gaze to a rather interesting speck of dust on the cell floor. "What makes you think you have the right to know?" She countered expectantly.

The man looked taken aback slightly, however he kept eye contact and moved closer to where Laurel was sitting.

"Thought I might get lucky," he replied shortly, offering her a a hand to stand up. She took it reluctantly and when he yanked her off the ground, their shoulders touched briefly.

Laurel pulled away nearly as soon as she was on her feet. "Think again," she retorted.

The man swatted her away and went to look put the small window, or rather, hole in the wall, and out over Polis.

"It's not so bad being up here; the view is nice. But being stuck up here with you, well, that's torture," he teased.

Laurel turned around, incredulous. She was about to go bat shit on him when she noticed his goofy, calm expression and saw he was screwing with her.

She laughed mercilessly and warned, "Roan, you cruel bastard."

Roan's eyebrow twitched as it raised above his other one. There was a glimmer in his eyes that shine only when she was around.

Roan's hands ached to hold her tight and kiss her forehead. He wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and stroke her collarbone.

Laurel saw his change in expression and stopped smiling. "What?" She asked gravely, her eyes becoming serious and wide.

Roan saw her hand go subconsciously to her hip, where she kept an extra dagger hidden beneath her belt. Something she did when she was nervous and preparing to defend herself.

He closed the space between them and muttered, "nothing. I just don't understand why your sister would kick you in here."

Laurel sighed and shrugged lightly. "I don't know," she answered honestly. She and Lexa had never been tight, but the tensions seemed to spark more when Laurel was around Roan.

"Maybe it's you," Laurel teased, jutting a finger in Roan's direction and jabbing him a little too harshly in the chest.

Roan's eyes fell to where she had poked him and his fingertips brushed the spot where her hand had just been.

He looked mysterious and challenging as he questioned, "is that all you've got?"

Laurel felt something inside her all of a sudden take form. Butterflies seemed to float around in her stomach, suspended by the lack of gravity which was growing larger by the second.

Her hands craved his perfectly crafted body and her lips deprived of his soft, pale pink lips.

Laurel felt herself walking forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, and planting a kiss square on his mouth, which surprised him slightly.

Soon, Roan's hands found her waist and held them tightly. His lips moved to kiss the crook of her mouth, and he felt her mouth twist up into a smirk underneath him.

Laurel delved deeper into the kiss, her hands gripping his biceps and her leg wrapping around his hip.

"I don't think your sister would approve-" Roan began, but was cut off by Laurel's mouth traveling over his jawline, her soft lips trailing goosebumps everywhere.

"I don't care what Lexa does and doesn't approve of," she said indignantly.

Roan nodded and kissed her passionately once more. "Good," he stated, "then this shouldn't be a problem."

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This wasn't requested but I hadn't done a straight one in a while and didn't want to leave my hetero babies deprived of a story. Anyways hope u liked it, and I'm not currently working on anything so do not be afraid to request anything. It can be specific like character, season, or something you want to happen, or you can leave my imagination running wild (which isn't always the best thing ;D). Lmk!