The 100 Imagines

LEXA x [Y/N] "what is it!?"

(Not mine)
It was rare that Clarke made a personal appearance to anyone anymore, except maybe Bellamy or her mother. But when she did show her face, it was usually for something important.

"Lexa wants to see you."

Clarke looks down at you as you sit on the floor, stitching up a pair of shorts. You look up at her, unimpressed.

"What, is the Commander is making you her lackey now?" You mumble, unfazed. "I didn't know you followed her orders." The thread falls out of the needle and you huff, annoyed that Clarke was making you lose your concentration.

"I don't follow Lexa's orders." Clarke says seriously, watching you trying to thread the needle. "I'm here because what she is going to talk to you about is serious."

Halting your fruitless attempts at sewing, you glare up at Clarke.

"Why does she need to talk to me?" You complain, wrinkling your nose. "I haven't even seen her in weeks. You guys are too busy being almighty leaders and blah blah-"

"Take. This. Seriously." Clarke growls, gritting her teeth. The stern tone of her voice makes you reassess the situation. Something was definitely wrong.

"What is it, Clarke? Why does she want to see me?"

Clarke doesn't reply, instead she stares at the ground in thought. Bellamy rushes into the tent, his eyes finding Clarke.

"Don't tell me you agreed to this." He pleads, taking hold of Clarke's arm. She shakes him off and turns around, storming out to get away from Bellamy, but he's right behind her. As they both rush out of your tent, Clarke calls back "Go see Lexa!" and then it's silent again.

Unsteadily, you get to your feet and take the short walk to Lexa's tent. Her guards immediately step aside when they see you and you don't bother announcing that you were entering the tent.

Lexa is leaning over the maps drawn of the forest when you walk in. When she hears the tent open, she looks up and her eyes lock with yours. Slowly, she turns and moves toward you, try not to show that your presence suddenly makes her a little unnerved. Aware of the tension in the room, your eyes flicker to the maps.

"Are we building new houses?" Is the first thing you say, looking at the diagrams on the table. Lexa barely moves, her demeanour apprehensive.

"Yes."

"Huh. Why?" You answer, wondering why Clarke was getting so worked up over something as simple as this. Lexa's gaze flickers to the ground, and you realise by the way she's acting that there must be something more to it.

"There will be alliance marriages taking place soon." She confesses, looking up to see your surprised reaction. "A select few will marry. Those people will need new tents to live in." She replies quietly, her whole body tense as she talks to you. The atmosphere in the tent is edgy, and you're starting to realise why.

"Clarke?" You ask, although you're almost certain of the answer.

"Yes. She chose Dax."

"Bellamy?"

"Yes. Echo."

"...please, please don't say me."

Lexa doesn't reply straight away, eyes watching you carefully.

"Clarke said no, but... I... I changed her mind. I demanded that you take part in the marriage alliance."

"You... YOU DID WHAT?!"

Lexa freezes as you lose your temper, shouting at her like she wasn't the leader of the people. Immediately her guards rush into the tent to see if she is okay, but Lexa just waves them back outside, not taking her eyes off you.

"Why? Why would you do that to me?" You question, suddenly feeling scared and upset as realisation sets in. "Clarke said I didn't have to and you- you go and demand that I take part. Why me? WHY?" You ask desperately, feeling completely betrayed by her.

Lexa bites her lip and nervously plays with her fingers in a way that portrays her as a nervous teenager rather than a ruthless Commander. She's anxious, building up the nerve to tell you the truth.

"I... requested your hand in marriage." She admits, feeling slightly guilty now because of the reaction you just gave her.

Unbelievably confused, you stand and frown angrily at her. You're breathing harshly, looking at her with a bewildered expression.

"You..." You utter raggedly. "You did what?"

Lexa moves a strong step toward you and you jump, stumbling back and away from her. Lexa almost cringes at the way you're anxious to even stand near her. Gently, she takes a small step forward, her eyes on yours.

"You and I will be married." Lexa announces, her voice steady and sure, a lot more confident than she feels.

You're not sure what to do, standing there, feeling hopeless. You know that once Lexa has made her mind up on something, it's non-negotiable. Head bowed down, you mutter a soft; "Why me..?"

Lexa takes another step toward you and this time you know better than to move away.

"I apologise that you do not find these circumstances acceptable." Lexa murmurs, wanting to touch you but knowing she shouldn't. "But I promise that I will be a loyal partner and I will honour our commitment in every way."

Still not calm enough to think reasonably, you just stare at the floor, your mind racing.

"As my beloved, I will expect you to move into my tent. I will expect you to sleep in my bed. I will expect you to stand beside me, as I will stand beside you. In return, I can give you a good life- a great life."

"Why me, Lexa?" You demand quietly.

Lexa simply stares at you unsurely, in two minds whether to tell you or not while you were in this state. Not wanting to upset you further, she mutters a quick "because it is what I command." and expects that it to work on you as it does on her people, that you would except the answer and stand down. But you don't.

"Lexa." You growl, glaring at her. "I'm not in the mood to play games right now. Tell me why you chose me."

Lexa sighs, easily defeated.

"Because I cannot marry another when I only want you..."

Your mouth opens, sucking in a shallow breath, your legs suddenly feeling weak. Lexa starts to walk toward you but you're in too much shock to notice, not realising that she had even moved until she's right there.

Lips inches away from yours, she whispers; "I want you... Very, very much." You gulp, her heated words and the sudden sexual tension washing over you making you extremely nervous. "I'm already yours, and soon... You will be mine. "

Licking her lips, Lexa gradually backs up before walking out of her tent, leaving you frozen in place, realisation dawning that you belonged to Lexa now, and that she had belonged to you all along.