lexark

The group needs to get off Strand's ship for a supply run. When they are circled by the dead, they need to split up and Alicia ends up alone. Except that she is not.

“No offense, but your name sounds really…” Elyza waits with baited breath while this Lexa tries to find the right word. “…weird. Sorry. I suck at this. Socializing, I mean. I’m Alicia. Alicia Clark.” Elyza feels like hollering and laughing and crying, because Alicia’s tongue clicks on a ‘k’ and rolls on an ‘r’ in just the right way and she doesn’t know if she can handle it. Alicia is not Lexa. But Elyza isn’t Clarke, as well, not anymore. Elyza nods and takes a swig from her bottle of water, wishing she had something stronger instead. (Also based on a tumblr prompt: Ok but like imagine Elyza remembers being Clarke and is enjoying seeing the commander able to be a normal teenager and Alicia catches her staring at her smiling so many times and Elyza has fully accepted the fact that Alicia will never remember then one night they about to go to sleep and she whispers "Goodnight Ambassador")

Bro. You’ll have to read (at least) part ii (Rewriting History) before even cracking this bitch open… This is Pretty Gay™ Summary:Striving for peace within the clans on the verge of civil war once more. New energy has been released, new threats have been introduced and they will fuck up a guy named Jayson. The women will fight for peace and the hopes of a better future. The coalition lies on flimsy footing and only Wanheda and Heda can save the world because I said so. (They’re also gonna get married like the little fluffy bunny gay soulmates they are.) As always, BECAUSE FUCK YOU JASON™