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I Wasn't Searching For Anyone (and I saw you) by UnitedWeStandDividedWeFall
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
27 Feb 2022
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It was the very first time that one of Clarke's paintings made it into a gallery. And it wasn't just any gallery, it was the most prestigious one in the country. Rich people from all over the world were coming there to auction on artwork for their mansions and penthouses. Clarke met an older woman who bid an insane amount of money on her painting. And won. Intrigued by the stranger, Clarke allowed herself to be taken back to her hotel room.
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17 Aug 2025
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It’s been just over a month since Arkadia was finally restored to order and Clarke had returned to Polis. Which, of course, she had done by sneaking into Lexa’s bedroom in the middle of the night – prompting Lexa to have a very long talk with her newly appointed guards the following morning.
Clarke had come in and simply crawled into bed behind her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and whispered ‘Hey. I’m home’. Lexa had barely even woken up from it, but she remembers realizing then that Clarke Griffin was even more dangerous than she had feared. She also remembers immediately knowing that she was absolutely powerless to do anything about it. And a mumbled response of ‘Good. It’s been lonely here without you’ as she pulled Clarke’s arm tighter around her.
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02 Jun 2025
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“All right. I should get out of here, before I start looking like a prune.”
Ellie takes another considering look into the tub. “Pretty sexy prune, if you ask me.”
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08 May 2025
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Enid is standing by the door like an eager puppy—at least, that’s what Wednesday thinks when she enters their shared room.
“Wednesday!” Enid beams, practically vibrating with excitement. If she had a tail, it would be wagging. She is optimism personified, a relentless ray of sunshine in Wednesday’s otherwise bleak existence. And somehow, Wednesday can’t stop looking at her.
“Enid,” Wednesday greets curtly. The blonde grins and pulls out a letter.
“I wrote you a poem…”
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- Part 3 of Fleeting Fragments
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15 Feb 2025
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“You need me to do what?!” Lexa sat up, throwing the blankets off in sheer surprise.
Clarke raised her head from the pillow, eyes half-shut from sleep, blonde hair falling over her bare shoulders. Lexa would love to roll over her and kiss the back of her neck, but unfortunately, she had a pressing issue to see to. As always. Such was her life.
The unusual thing being, the problem was of a personal nature.
“To request the annulment of my engagement.”
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(in which all weddings in the Ark are arranged marriages to keep the power among the select few.)
(it should have changed, when they got to the ground, but it kinda didn't)Series
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28 Nov 2024