this is gay af everybody is gay maybe most likely it has clexa be happy wtf slow updates sorry •cover by @AllysusAndAllysin - inspired by @-voidallison

Clarke Griffin falls in loves with Lexa woods in 9th grade. Clarke thinks Lexa doesn't know she even exists but little does Clarke know, Lexa has been in love with all along. My first story so bear with me. Cliché I know. *I don't own any of the characters*

✣Main Characters ✣ Alexandria (Lexa) Woods is a 17 year old from District 7. She helps her younger brother Aden out the best she can by getting lumber. Clarke Griffin, also from District 7, is 16 years old. Her family is a little more wealthy but they still need to work hard to survive. _______________________________ District 7 lumber has a outage of men. In order to balance society, they would use 2 women instead of one man and woman. ______________________ Lexa and Clarke are called for the Reaping, scared out of their mind from the thought of death and the departure of loved ones. Will they survive? Or will only one come out alive?

Set in the American 50's, Clarke Griffin transfers to Polis High School in Boston, Massachusetts. She works hard in school and does everything she can to get straight A's and remain focused. Even the greasers who call themselves Trikru and their witty leader (who is also Clarke's biology partner) can't distract her. // Lexa Woods is the only female greaser leader at Polis High in a gang that is absolutely obsessed with cars, girls, booze, cigarettes, and drive in theaters. School was only something that inconvenienced her. Until she met Clarke. *Note This is an original Clexa fanfiction. All characters however, belong to The 100.

ADC gif pieces. One shots, imagines, and would includes for gifs. Mostly Lexa, but there will be some Alicia and Alycia. Requests open. Key: (M) = mature * = imagine • = one shot += would include The one shots tend to be longer. Imagines tend to be shorter. Would includes can be either.

"My heaven is here. It was here." The memories are still vivid in their minds. Small. Big. It doesn't matter. They're there. Always splitting through the open wounded cracks as they sleep, where behind each closed eyelid is a new memory, a new chapter, each one hitting just as hard as the last. That's what pains the most. The fact that they're just made up memories. This love felt infinite. But it wasn't. She wasn't here. She wasn't real. Two soulmates have countless dreams of their previous lives, not knowing, but feeling their love between closed eyelids. Each night is another memory. Another story. Another reminder that this love is all they need. All they want. But as destiny tries to bring Clarke and Lexa together, they are only faced with confusion and denial. Forgotten memories. Infinite searches for this love.