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Love shouldn’t be your biggest secret, and Clarke, Lexa, Octavia and Raven are done keeping theirs quiet. On the night of Clarke’s first big solo art show the truth comes out, and the audience includes more people than they bargained for. As the night unfurls the four look back on the development of their relationship; how they avoided break ups, and mended broken hearts, learning that sometimes it’s terrifying to be in love, but it’s worth it at the end of the day, and, maybe, most importantly, discovering that under no circumstances should Clarke Griffin be allowed to cook.
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I think we deserve
a soft epilogue, my love.
We are good people
and we’ve suffered enough
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this heart, fossilized and silent (once was tender and once was violent) by Chrmdpoet
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
19 Oct 2015
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Clarke is only three days into being a runaway when she realizes that she did not fully think this through. When she walked away from Camp Jaha, she took only herself, a handgun with limited ammunition, and the gnawing guilt inside her. Three days without food, water, fresh clothing, or bedding of any kind, however, and she is painfully aware of how foolish that decision had been.
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'Before you,' he said, 'you can see more women than warriors. Cowardly, unarmed, they will give up the moment they see the weapons and bravery of their conquerors who have given them such a drubbing so many times before.' (Tacitus, Annals XIV.36)
The first time Clarke sees the Head Girl she’s sitting on a throne, presiding over her dominion with a piercing stare and a crown of braids in her hair. Her warriors are spread at her feet, a multitude of them, all long-haired and wild and clad in identical brown regalia. There’s something of the sacred about her, like the crimson cloak draped across her shoulders and her divinity are one and the same.
Or at least it feels that way.
British girls' boarding school AU. Obviously.
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- Part 1 of Songs About You (Always Turn Into Hymns)
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