Early Mornings: Chapter II

Chapter I: HERE

Beneath a pile of blankets, buried in her lover's warm embrace, Lexa blinked her dry eyes open and yawned at the sound of her trunk and breakfast being delivered outside with a soft thud. There were adjustments to the routine now, unwelcomed by her chief equerry though she cared little of his opinion. Now, the trunk and breakfast were delivered outside her door and only when she gave word did the guards bring it into her quarters.

Clarke enjoyed the arrangement, allowed herself to slip inside the bedroom all hours of day and night without fear of Lexa's guards catching them in a compromising position. She didn't doubt for a second the guards heard their little games, the thought always made Clarke bite a little smile when she made up an excuse to see the Heda, watching them mumble and look away as she slipped inside, well aware of the things she did to their leader.

The Wolves: Chapter I

Finally filled this after years of Wolf AU requests:

After a virus swept through the old world and brought about the shifters, a vicious race able to take wolf form. Humanity is in the hands of the final frontier, the pureblood hunters who are charged with scorging the land of shifters and reclaiming the earth.

Clarke, a pureblood hunter and only daughter of the chancellor, is stuck between her duty and the deeply-rooted belief that maybe the wolves aren't all that different from them at all.

But after a mission goes wrong and she finds herself hostage to the commander, the highest shifter amongst all packs, she'll find out just how similar the shifters and humans can be for all the right and wrong reasons.

She's ten and horrified, her feet slipping over wet shale, hands clinging to dead bits of bark, failing miserably in the small task of walking closely behind the grownups who were too busy patting each other on the back to see her lagging behind in the moonlight.

She tried not to look the small wolf in the eyes, it was still breathing, slung over her dad's shoulder and staring at her past its blood speckled snout. Occasionally it attempted a deeper breath and Clarke watched the wolf fail in its small efforts the whole walk back to camp, repulsed and ashamed, she turned her eyes away.