7 Works by smallamountsofmonster
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It’s not that Clarke is a bad witch. She’s not - she’s arguably a very good witch. It’s just that sometimes she gets a little hyperfocused on a project and forgets that contaminants are a thing, and her apartment isn’t, she supposes, the best environment to be experimenting. But it’s not like she can just haul these side projects into the lab, tinkering with unstable ingredients and questionable legality next to Susan from Accounting, who has been working on a charm to remotely collect past due balances for the past year and a half.
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“You’re not the best at secrets,” she said as gently as she could, and Kara gasped.
"I beg your pardon,” she said when she was done stuttering through a pointedly incredulous laugh. “I am great at secrets.”Kara thinks she's a lot sneakier than she is.
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“Can’t make it,” she said when Lexa answered.
“What?” Lexa already sounded exasperated.
“Anya said no.” There was a pause.
“Which Anya? My Anya?”
“No, our Anya.”
“Clarke, that is ridiculous. Our Anya is four.” Clarke nodded into the phone, shoving it between her ear and shoulder so she could scoop the little girl up in her arms. She settled her on her hip and shrugged.
“She made some good points.”
Or: Clarke and Lexa attend a fundraiser and leave their daughter with a sitter, which nobody expected to end well. -
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“Hey,” Clarke brushed dust off her robes and moved closer to her.
“What are you doing here, Clarke?”
“I need to talk to you. I’ve been waiting here for ages. Also we need to discuss why the password to the Slytherin common room is ‘Clarke Griffin is a Hufflepuff.’” Lexa smirked at her.
“It was Anya’s week to pick.”OR: A Hogwarts AU where Clarke breaks her wand, ignores her feelings, and nearly ruins everything.
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Clarke was pacing as she muttered, “I don’t know where to start.” She was stopped by Octavia’s fist slamming into her shoulder.
“Get it together, Griffin,” she barked.
“You hit me really hard.”
“Shut up,” Octavia snapped. “I’m going to do your hair, and I’m not going to chase you around the room.”
“You’re not allowed to punch a bride,” Clarke said.Has anyone ever been to a wedding where anything went right?
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Raven shrugged. “I’ve seen her around.” Clarke stopped in the doorway and turned to stare at her roommate.
“Why would you not tell me that?”
“I told you yesterday. I texted you.”
“No,” Clarke shook her head. “You texted me five boob emojis and a thumbs up.” Raven sighed.
“You will never understand me like Octavia does.” Clarke shot her a glare before rushing out of apartment and slamming the door behind her.
Or: Clarke meets Lexa at a party in probably the most awkward way possible and wastes a lot of time with her head up her ass. -
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She heard a sharp plastic click as she walked through the doorway and felt Lexa tense beside her.
“Clarke,” Lexa said quietly, staring straight ahead. “Run.”
There was no time for anything else before she saw a nerf torpedo slam into the side of Lexa’s head. She ducked, grabbed Clarke’s wrist, and yanked her to the side into the dining room.
“What is - “
“I thought this might happen,” Lexa cut her off, leading Clarke to cover under the dining room table.
“What might happen?”
“War, Clarke,” Lexa said seriously.OR: The Christmas one-shot where Clarke meets Lexa’s family by leading a child army to victory, where Lexa is stubborn and charming, and where Anya is surly and lovely and bad at losing.