Clexa One Shots

And Your Eyes Are The Size Of The Moon (AU)

Lexa hears footsteps and then feels the press of someone beside her, she glances over, immediately returning her gaze back the carnival grounds.

"You know you are supposed to make people want to approach the ring toss booth, Lexa," Anya says, almost smiling as she reaches over to retie Lexa's red and white pinstriped apron, "you look feral."

Lexa bares her teeth and pulls away from Anya's worrying hands, "If someone is that invested in the ring toss, they won't let the fact that I'm not smiling get in the way."

Anya glances around at the empty booth, "Obviously not." She matches Lexa's blank, empty expression and leans next to her, "I'm surprised that your dad still makes you work for him here, I imagine you actually lose him money."

Lexa shrugs, "You don't really get into the carnival business because you long for monetary success."

She sees a flock of teens heading over to her booth and straightens with a sigh.

Anya makes her exit, bumping open the swinging door to the booth with her hip, watching Lexa's face fall even more as the kids come closer. "Remember to smile," she calls back and the look Lexa throws her is almost enough to make her laugh.

"You must be kidding me," Clarke turns to Raven who stands next to her, arm linked through Clarke's, just a little bit forcefully, as though she is preventing her from bolting. "This is your genius plan? You took me to the carnival?"

Raven leans into her, nodding her chin at the whir of rides and the multitude of games that stretches before them just passed the ticket booth. "The carnival is a magical place." Jasper snicker behind her but Raven continues, only slightly mocking, "You were gonna wither away if you spent anymore time in your room this summer. It's time you got out," she gestures out at the crowds of people that surge before them, "meet some new people, play some games."

"Any maybe die on a shoddily crafted carnival ride," Clarke cuts in, words all venom and face creasing into a frown.

"And cotton candy," Monty says energetically, resting a hand on her shoulder, "you forgot about cotton candy."

Bellamy and Octavia return from the ticket booth, tearing off equal strips of the red paper tickets for each of them. Raven tugs Clarke past the gate, as Octavia forces the tickets into her hand.

"It's our last summer before college," Raven says, releasing her hold on Clarke's arm, "the crew is together for only, like, two more weeks." She raises her arms above her head in exaggerated joy, "There are no rules." Her voice is pitched louder, and she grins up at the night sky, Clarke smiles despite herself.

"Except have fun," Octavia adds in mockingly.

Jasper wraps an arm around Octavia's shoulder and pulls Clarke to him in a one-armed hug. "If you'll excuse me, ladies," he says squeezing them briefly, "Monty and I have a date with the whac-a-mole machine." He releases them from his grip as he and Monty dart out through the crowd, Clarke watching as he almost bowls over a woman with a stroller in his rush.

Clarke is ready to cut in with another cynical comment and complain for her bed when a loud clatter interrupts her. She turns toward the source of the noise, the ring toss booth, and barely sees the employee duck down behind the booth to collect whatever it is they dropped.