She is insomniac. When she can’t get to sleep, she tries to make her hours useful, but she never do sport : adrenaline secreted due to physical effort prevents from sleeping, she knows it of course. So instead, she works on backlog (but rarely, eh, this is FSL after all, she barely knows what backlog means), she reads, she watches the city lights, or she simply looks at Clarke with while she sleeps, mesmerized by her beauty and constantly wondering how she can be lucky enough to have such a woman in her life. But sometimes, the mere fact that she leaves the bed wakes Clarke, so Clarke joins her and they watch the city together without saying anything, just enjoying the other one’s presence. Clarke stays even if she is tired and her eyelids are heavy. At first, Lexa always insisted that she went back to bed, but now she doesn’t try to convince her anymore and most of the time, Clarke eventually falls asleep on her shoulder, so she carries her to the bedroom and makes sure she is comfortable before joining her and wraping her waist with one of her arms, quickly falling asleep as well.
She is super strict and exigent with herself, but when it comes to Clarke… Blondie can have whatever she wants. Lexa spoils her like a three year old child, she gives in to her every whim and would do anything to please her. The only thing for which she is much less compliant is alimentation. She always tries her best to make Clarke eat healthier, but most of the time when she scolds her, Blondie suggests she could eat something else than this damn organic food, something she is sure is really healthy, and Lexa ends up being convinced by Clarke’s very persuasive arguments when she tells her she is the healthiest food on earth.
When Clarke and her go to a charity gala or any high society big event and they talk with some chic-snobbish-elitist couples, Lexa often calls Clarke darling with an excessive emphasis to make fun of these bourgeois who are so full of themselves without them noticing. Now that she is used to it, Clarke easily controls herself, she just smirks at every darling. But the first time Lexa called her this way without warning, she couldn’t help bursting in laughter and all the guests looked askance at her, making her very uncomfortable. Lexa found this spontaneous laugh charming and she still regularly teases her with it.
Her favorite music style : jazz of course.
She never really had a favorite song. At least until she meets Clarke. Since they started dating and she fell in love, she has known that as long as Clarke will be part of her life, her favorite song will be Unforgettable by Nat King Cole, cause you know “it’s incredible that someone so unforgettable thinks that I’m unforgettable too”.
Very few people know it, but she loves flowering plants. She has a room just for her plants in her apartment and it’s filled with dozens of different species. Sometimes when she can’t sleep she takes care of her plants.
Her favorite plant is the orchid. She owns all the existing species and this is one of her greatest prides. She finds it is a beautiful plant and above all she loves its meaning : each species has its own meaning, but they all have a strong symbolic, they all express strong feelings and strong attachment. Before dating officially Clarke, when she was already deep in love but thought her feelings would never be returned, she offered her a Vanda Orchid. She thought this blue orchid fitted perfectly with Clarke’s eyes color, but most of all she had chosen this one for its specific signification : blue orchids are synonymous with eternal hope for something or someone inaccessible ; blue is the symbol of rarity and an impossible love, but however this color doesn’t express resignation, it embodies wisdom, purity of feelings and hope. Vanda Orchid express perfectly the purity of your feelings for an inaccessible person. As an artist and great romantic (even if she would never admit this), Clarke sought the meaning of this flower and this is how she discovered the feelings she had for Lexa but thought would never be reciprocal actually were. The day where Lexa offered this orchid to Clarke is now their official anniversary’s date.

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It’s been personally very pain doing this alone. I feel like I’m constantly laughing and crying alone about it because she is such a warm cuddly little sweetheart deep inside this warrior princess exterior of hers.
Like, how cute was Lexa watching over sleeping Clarke.
She was probs all like…
“wow, this girl is so bad ass going after Pauna with that gun thingy, locking him up and fixing my arm after not leaving me to die. Now, she looks so calm and peaceful sleeping. So diff from the girl with so much fire in her eyes awhile ago. I was wrong. She wasn’t being weak. She’s always been so brave in handling all the shit coming her way and she’s just as young as me. She’s taking on so much shit for her people. Just like me… ”
Then that little twinge of jealousy Lexa (and I honestly) had when Clarke mentioned she trusted Baloney to get in MW. That Clarke seemed to single out this future genocide enthusiast from everyone else as someone she cared for.
I can’t stop thinking about how ridiculously cute Lexa’s thoughts on Clarke were when she first met her and then crushed on her then fell in love with her.
I can imagine the shy thoughts Lexa had of asking Clarke if she feels anything for her. Like, how can she try to slip that in their conversations. I can imagine the many times she tried making an excuse to get Clarke to stay a little longer with her. I can imagine her overthinking little things Clarke has mentioned to mean that she feels the same way. Like when Clarke said Lexa already changed her views on the grounders :) :) :) :)
I’m not sure if I’m grieving Lexa still and just trying to remember her through this or maybe I’m still in denial that she’s dead and holding on to my season 2 memories of her to distract from the horrible baiting done on season 3…

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dodecalexa:

Lexa was not too kinky. Not in a prudish way, but her tastes were generally centered around pleasuring her partner in whatever way they pleased, so long as it didn’t involve grievous bodily harm or anything illegal. Her limits were based on how far her partner was willing to go, wherever they might be within reason.
Nor was Clarke extraordinarily kinky. She didn’t bring out sixty pounds of leather every time she and her girlfriend were about to have sex and she wasn’t into the whole whips and chains deal. She did, however, have one thing that was slightly out of the ordinary.
She liked to call her girlfriend daddy.
The first time it happened, Lexa choked on her swig of bourbon and saw her life flash before her eyes as she gasped for air. She’d been caught totally off guard and while she was no stranger to dirty talk, that was a new one. However, she quickly got used to it and began incorporating it into their regular sex life. It was a little weird initially, but she quickly became accustomed to it, as anything that was within her power she could do to please Clarke was something she would perform without hesitation.
She stopped thinking about it too much after a while, and developed a bit of a taste for it herself. After all, it never left the bedroom, so it wasn’t a problem. That was, until Abby and Jake invited the couple over for a friday night dinner.
As per usual, Lexa was dashing and polite, easily earning the approval of Clarke’s parents. Abby had initially been wary, writing Lexa off as nothing more than a rich playboy, but Lexa’s impeccable manners and unwavering dedication to Clarke soon convinced her otherwise. However, they were about to be back at square one.
There they were, happily eating away at the lovely steak and potatoes dinner Abby had whipped up, washing down the lovingly cooked meat with well-aged red wine, courtesy of Lexa’s own personal vineyard. Clarke smacked her lips, pondering for a moment. She loved her mom’s steak, but it was a little more bland than usual this time. It just needs some seasoning, that’s all.
“Daddy, can you pass the salt and pepper?”
The routine had ingrained itself perfectly in Lexa’s mind, so much so that she didn’t think twice about reaching for the two shakers at the exact time Jake did. Realizing what she’d done, she looked up and made eye contact with Jake.
Lexa froze and the blood drained from her face. Her features stiffened, her veins ran with ice water and she felt drops of sweat appearing at her hairline. Oh god, oh god, she thought, falling into a state of shock, This is it. This is the day I die.
Once Jake caught his bearings and passed the salt and pepper to his daughter, he let out a jolly laugh, slapping the table with his open palm and tears in his eyes.
“Well, wasn’t that awkward? No hard feelings, Lex, I know my girl can be a bit of a handful.”
Lexa let out a strained chuckle, gently placing her utensils back on the table and lacing her palms together in her lap, desperately trying to wipe the past minute from her mind. However, that was difficult to do with two eyes burning into the back of her head.
Abby was staring her down with eyes as fiery as Satan’s asshole, and if looks could kill Lexa and her entire line from ancestor to the last descendant would be lying in a bloody stack doused in gasoline. Dear god.
Clarke laughed good naturedly as well, eyes flicking from the door and back as she tried to figure out a good excuse to make their escape. She didn’t need to stress her brain cells too much, though, seeing as a loud, ear shattering bang to her right let everyone in attendance know that Lexa, the brilliant CEO who had pushed so many stressful and lucrative deals through to create one of the biggest international conglomerates of the century, had just fainted because she actually called her girlfriend “daddy” in front of her parents.
Neither Abby nor Anya nor Octavia ever let her live that one down.