The 100 Oneshots: (including LGBTQ+)

Kings and Queens Pt II

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- If you need a reminder for who your character is, check Kings and Queens (Pt I)

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Laurel was pulled away from Roan harshly and felt two pairs of hands link around her waist and drag her outside of the cell.

She couldn't see who was holding her against her will, only Roan thrashing about in the prison, trying to get to her.

Laurel twisted about and saw two guards hauling her toward Lexa's chambers.

Oh no no no no no. Lexa didn't get to pull her out of her cell whenever she wanted and interrogate her. Besides, she had ruined the damn moment.

The door was opened and Laurel was thrown inside, and landed roughly on the floor, slamming her hip into the ground.

With a wince, she sat up and peered around, right into the face of an angry Heda.

Laurel laughed humorlessly and lolled her head to the side. "Of course it's you," she drew ou the words maliciously. There was no hint of kindness in the confirmation that it was in fact, her sister.

Lexa looked ferocious, covered in the typical eye paint that went along with being Commander. She held her head high and her expression was blank, except for her eyes, which shone with fury.

Laurel knew that look. She wasn't particularly fond of Lexa. Always bossed her around and acted superior. Well, just because she was the Commander didn't mean she could get away with that.

Laurel stood up, brushing off the dirt that adorned her pants, and straightened up to see an infuriated Lexa looming over her.

Startled, Laurel took a step back, which was followed by Lexa stepping closer.

"Never, in a thousand lifetimes," she began, as she broke her stare and began crossing the room to her nightstand, "would I expect to find my sister," she enunciated carefully, leaving Laurel to blush and grow tired of the already boring conversation.

Lexa located a knife and turned it over in her palm, inspecting it for damage. She continued speaking when it was deemed a suitable weapon. "- caught up in sexual relations with Azgeda," she spat the last words.

Lexa looked up from the knife, eyes ablaze with anger. Laurel matched her stare. Two could play that game.

Laurel decided to push her buttons a little. First of all, she and Roan had never even looked at each other before the kiss in the prison, and Lexa was under a very wrong impression.

"I find it interesting that you should feel this way, considering you can't wait to get that blonde bitch underneath you," Laurel said indignantly. Immediately, she knew she had crossed the line. But it was a line worth crossing.

Lexa whipped her head around to face her sister and flung the knife straight at her chest. Laurel, though not a Natblida, had undergone intense training of her own, and was skilled enough to detect Lexa's attempt at injuring her, and carelessly stepped to the side.

The knife careened into the door behind Laurel and swung back and forth as it embedded itself into the wood.

Lexa was fuming. Her mouth turned maliciously downward and her eyebrows slanted so they were almost touching.

She stalked quickly over to Laurel and grabbed her jaw, scrunching up her face as she backed her into a door frame.

Laurel twitched at the odd shape of her squished face and looked Lexa dead in the eyes.

"Never speak to me like that again," Lexa raged. Laurel retorted quickly, "well it's true, isn't it? Clarke is utterly fascinating in your eyes, no?" She said, words dripping with sarcasm.

"Tell me why you were touching that man like he meant something to you, Laurel."

Laurel closed her mouth. Lexa always knew what to ask to make her uncomfortable and at a loss for words. But Laurel wouldn't back down.

"Tell me why she spat in your face, sister?" Laurel countered. "I thought you two were on good terms, or was that just temporary, like Costia?"

Lexa slapped Laurel straight across the face, leaving her blinking away stars. "I said enough!" Lexa yelled.

Laurel's lips became a thin, hard line as she egged her sister on. "Perhaps my memory betrays me, but I recall her head lying at the base of your throne before you could remember that you fucked her the night before."

Lexa gasped and her eyes went wide, all her anguish forgotten for a minute as Laurel's words sank in. Had she gone too far? Perhaps. But none of that was apparent as Laurel shouldered past her sister and opened the large wooden door.

Feeling as though her words were inadequate, Laurel called, "if I see Clarke, I'll tell her you send your love," and with that, she slammed the door and stalked back to the prison to free Roan.

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This one was fun to write especially bc i need to work on my insult game. Thx for requesting and KEEP requesting! Not busy atm and since it's Easter break, I have a lot more time. Enjoy lovelies! 🤩🤩🤩