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How to Save a Life by RandomStrangerthing
Fandoms: The 100 (TV), The 100 Series - Kass Morgan
11 Jun 2026
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"Lexa Woods, 26," the paramedic shouted over the hiss of the portable oxygen. "Found collapsed in her office. History of hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. She’s in end-stage failure. Ejection fraction is less than fifteen percent."
Clarke’s medical brain snapped into gear, overriding the sudden, inexplicable jolt in her chest. "Get her on the monitors. Type and cross for four units."
As Clarke leaned over to check the woman’s pupils, Lexa’s eyes fluttered open. They weren't the dull, glazing eyes of a typical trauma patient. They were a piercing, defiant green. Even with a mask over her face, she looked at Clarke and tried to speak.
"Don't... talk," Clarke commanded, her voice professional and crisp. "I’m Dr. Griffin. You’re at Mount Weather. We’re going to help you."
Lexa reached up, her fingers trembling but determined, and hooked the edge of the oxygen mask, pulling it down just an inch.
"You... have... blue eyes," Lexa rasped, her voice like velvet dragged over broken glass. Then, her eyes rolled back, and the monitor flatlined into a high-pitched, terrifying scream.
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I can't get over Izzie and Denny's (Grey's Anatomy) lovestory so I have to make a happy (?) clexa version.
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14 Jun 2026
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A month after leaving Camp Jaha, Clarke is found in the forest by a Trishanakru warrior who brings her to a village where no one knows her name. A year later, a messenger from Polis arrives, and the life she built starts to unravel.
Meanwhile, Lexa holds a crumbling Coalition together while mourning a ghost she's convinced is dead.
Clexa endgame. I promise
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14 Jun 2026
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Clarke returned the squeeze, then she bit her lip. “So, don’t take this the wrong way.”
A single eyebrow rose on Anya’s face. “That means whatever you’re going to say is probably the wrong thing.”
With a slight bob of her head, Clarke seemed to agree. Yet, she opened her mouth. “If its the binder of donors that’s making you second-guess things, maybe tell Warm Hands that you know an alpha who would be willing to donate.”
Anya withdrew the contact. Her mouth opened as she took a step back.
“Not like that.” One hand covered Clarke’s crotch and the other pulled the sheet tighter across her breasts. “I meant, I could… the cup. I could do it in the cup. Not… I didn’t mean that I would…. That I want to…. Fuck.” She waved her hand between them; karate chopped her fragmented sentences. “I’m sorry. Just forget it. I mean, that was so… rude. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to over step, and I didn’t--”
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08 Jun 2026
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Clarke and Anya escape the mountain, only for a hurricane to roll through the area. They take shelter in an underground bunker, and they get closer than Clarke could have imagined when her exhausted self gets to talking.
Or: Clarke obliviously trips and falls into a union with Anya, and reaps the rewards.
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07 Jun 2026
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Grabbing her phone from an unopened box next to the bed, her fingers touched the note she'd left right there as well. Just then she could hear a soft laugh, and, with wide eyes, looked around, startled and pulse spiking in surprise.
“What the-”
Another laugh, this time louder, full-bellied, something she'd heard earlier in the day.
Zoey.
Right.
Their bedrooms shared a wall. A thin wall apparently. Maybe it was a sign to make use of the phone number she had in arm's reach.
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Alpha Rumi is new to the big city, a little bit oblivious, a little bit down bad pathetic, and also a virgin - good thing Omega Zoey is there to handle all that.
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06 Jun 2026