"Are you sure you can be here?" Clarke questions her fiancée.
"Yes Clarke, I wouldn't miss this for the world," Lexa states, leading the blonde deeper into the theater to find a seat.
"Excuse us," Lexa says as they push down an isle, sitting right in the middle for the best view.
"I'm so excited," Clarke says, her hand finding Lexa's thigh, clothed in new pressed black pants.
"Clarke," Lexa growls when the blonde allows her hand to wander just a bit too close the her package.
"You know, we are free tonight," the blonde mumbles, pressing her face into brunette hair, letting her breath create goosebumps on Lexa's neck.
"Yes, free tonight. Not now," she growls, taking the blonde hand in hers, stopping its wondering.
"I love you so much," Clarke sighs, leaning back in her seat.
"I love you," Lexa lifts Clarke's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.
The lights dim, signaling for the audience to find a seat. Lexa chuckles softly as Clarke fidgets in her seat, earning her a playful glare from blue eyes.
"Hello ladies, gentlemen, and everybody in between," a woman greets as she walks in stage.
"Thank you for taking time out of your busy days to come and see our senior night performances," there is clapping that makes the woman pause with a bright smile.
"Many of our seniors have put together something to showcase their talent and will be performing for you. Some of the seniors have been working towards this day for years, while others just got into the arts this year. Tonight is for the seniors before they go on and enrich the world. Please give it up for them," she starts the applause, backing off the stage.
A younger woman, most likely a junior, takes a place at the podium, reading from a list.
"Up first is Addie Mink, she has spent her four years here in choir. She has been playing the guitar since she was eight and singing since she was four. She has is singing and playing Blue Skies for you tonight. Please give a hand for Miss Addie Mink," the girl smiles before bowing off stage as another girl walks on, a white dress with a guitar at her hips.
Lexa and Clarke don't completely zone out, both enjoying the performances. Kids sing their hearts out, some play beautiful melodies, and a few kids give amazing speeches, but they can't help that they all run together in their wait.
"And to finish our senior spotlight, we have Anya Griffin. She is going to be giving a speech tonight instead of singing," the girl informs, hurrying off stage.
"A speech?" Lexa questions, looking to fiancée.
Clarke shrugs, her blue eyes trained on the stage as they wait for their daughter to walk out. After a minute, a younger blonde rushes on stage, her grey eyes sparkling as she takes in the amount of people in the audience. She finally grabs the microphones, a small chuckle escaping her pale lips.
"Sorry about the wait, there are a lot of tears backstage," Anya jokes, earning a small chuckle out of the audience.
The young blonde can feel the questioning green eyes on her, her mother worked with her for months on the song she was going to sing, and must feel betrayed that she isn't doing it.
"Well, I'm going to just introduce myself, as I made sure my friend didn't say that much about me. I'm Anya, child of Clarke Griffin, an amazing artist who set up Skaikru Charity, an organization that helps orphans around the world find homes and peace through art, and Lexa Woods, CEO and owner of Trikru industries and The Grounder TV network."
A small cheer erupts in the audience, probably from some of Clarke and Lexa's friends from work who always show up to their daughter's events. Clarke chuckles to herself, leaning into Lexa and pressing a kiss to her temple. Anya finds green eyes in the crowd, a smile crossing both of their faces.
"Yeah, so my moms are pretty awesome, but it's time to talk about me," she says, flashing a cheeky grin.
"Wanted. It's such a simple word, yet it means so much. There are children all around the world who just want to be wanted. Being wanted is not the same as being loved, and so many people believe it is. You can love the sushi, but do you always want it? Do you always want to eat that same exact thing, every single day? Hell no you don't, but you love it. That, sadly, is what many children go through everyday in their homes," Anya says, noticing the way her parents hands came together.
"I grew up wanted," she admits, a smile on her face, "I always knew my parents would give up the world for me. They always wanted to have me with them. Even if they were having a bad day, I knew I was always wanted. It's an amazing feeling, knowing you were always wanted," the smile slowly slips off her face.
"I was wanted by my moms, my parents, before I knew them," she grows quiet.
"Oh god, she's going to tell the story," Clarke whispers, her grip on Lexa's hand growing tight.
"You see, I have two moms. Two wonderful parents who raised me, who wanted me since before they saw me. But I wasn't always wanted. I wasn't born to the parents who wanted me."
"What is she doing?" Lexa wonders aloud, looking up at their daughter on stage, who is telling the world things they don't talk about outside the house.
"My parents found me in a garbage can in the alley behind a run down bar," gasps of surprise ring through the crowd.
"There was only one article published about the little girl found in the garbage can. Nobody knew about the unwanted child found by two rich girls. Nobody knew where the smiling baby came from, now tucked on the hip of Miss Woods, the youngest and most powerful CEO in the last fifty years. Nobody cared to ask questions, correction, nobody dared to ask questions. It didn't matter to me though, because I was wanted. I grew up listening to the story of how they found me," Lexa smiles, leaning over and kissing Clarke's temple as she remembers the day they found Anya.
"You see," Anya smiles, a hint of sadness in her eyes, "my moms wanted a baby before I came along. Costia was her name, she lived in Africa and was a sick baby. She was only seven months old, and the paperwork never got handled, because she died seventeen days after they first saw her picture. Needless to say, my parents were devastated. They spend months grieving the loss of their first born, asking why she couldn't have hung on just a little longer. Four more days and they would've been with her. The picture that made them realize Costia was their is still on their dresser, along with paintings of her lining the walls. Anyways, five months after Costia's death, my Aunt Raven and Uncle Lincoln, not as in together, just my aunt and my uncle being friends, not together in anyway shape or form, forced them out for drinks at some run down bar," she pauses, having earned a few chuckles at making sure people knew her aunt and uncle were not together.
"Anyways, my parents ended up in the back alley. Do not ask why they were back there, I do not want to know, but they heard me crying. So of course they rushed to me, finding me in the garbage. Mom always says that it was meant to be, seeing as I should've been dead by that point, and they would never be caught dead in that part of town. Of course, I'm the reason that Azgeda exists. If you don't know who they are, it's a charity that checks popular baby dump sites in the city, saving lives," she pauses as a cheer pulses through the audience.
"Many of you might be wondering why I am telling you my life story, and that is a good question. I'm sure my moms are wondering why I just told half of theirs too," she chuckles, "I just let you in on who I am. I have two moms and an older sister who died before I was born. I grew up wanted in every possible way. Did you ever notice what I didn't say I was?" she pauses, allowing everybody time to think.
"Oh my gods," Lexa whispers, a huge grin crossing her face.
"I never said I was a girl."
Okay, so Lexa is G!P is this, so yeah, they would be accepting. The main reason I stopped it here is bc I haven't figured out if Anya is non binary or male. They are leaning towards being Aden, but I'm not sure if that's full time Aden or not.
I hope you understand, I gotta get a feel for my characters.
Anyways, if I wrote Clexa finding Anya, would you read it? Bc I am really thinking about writing them finding Anya.
Please, as always, let me know what you think!