If I Were A Boy
Inspired by that Beyoncé song! XD This was actually something I seriously considered for a while, then I bothered the lovely Jude81 with this absolutely nutters idea. I don't know how this happened, or how my twisted little minx of a mind came up with this crap. Eh.
Jude told me that you guys would expect a mature rating... welp, you got one, but on IMPLIED stuff, 'cuz I'm honestly way too innocent to be doing all that other stuff. Should I get someone else to write that kinda part or something? I have no idea!
This aint that G!P stuff. This is a dude named Axel who was once a chick named Lexa. Axel gets to exist for ONE day people. Remember. How will Clarke react? Hmmm.
Once again... I really don't plan this crap, so let's see where the unusual wind takes us here folks...
When Lexa awoke, she felt perfectly normal. Yet she knew that today, she was not. She could feel it in her bones, and she could most definitely feel a new appendage that certainly had not been their the night before. Thank the gods that Clarke had been kept busy at Camp Jaha by Abby, which was of course a favor Lexa had asked for. She didn't know how the woman could approve of her so much after all she'd done, maybe that man she was with, Kane? Yes, maybe he had made her stronger through weakness, like Clarke had her all those months ago, only a week after the battle. Lexa smiled softly, no, Axel smiled softly, his lean jaw flexing with the movement, just as would his female counterpart.
While Lexa may be Axel from the outside, all the same lean muscle and the same wide shoulders that they shared, she was still Lexa within her mind, her biology not allowing for anything different in her core feelings. But, Lexa had to admit, as she stared into a floor to ceiling length mirror, that she looked good for a male. She had never been attracted to them, but she knew when to appreciate the physicality of others, and hers was quite the specimen.
No, she was not being a narcissistic douche bag, she was being completely honest.
Lexa did look good as Axel. They both shared the same broad shoulders that were coupled with a slim, lean frame stacked with hardened muscles and draped with naturally soft tan skin. Though Lexa's arms were a few inches thicker than she was used to. Her biceps had originally been 15 inches in diameter, yet now, they were twenty, but no less hard. Her tattoos remained the same, while her height increased by several inches, having her become an even 5'11 because of course, she would never be granted true imposing height, not like Gustus. However, Lexa regretted the size changes once she noticed the tears in her shirt, and did nothing but rip it off, knowing it was already a lost cause.
Of course, right then, a village fisa would walk in, laden with salves for the new slashes that curved about Lexa's ribs, what a branwada that boar had been.
The fisa dropped her salves, too busy drinking in the sight of the shirtless, currently male Commander. Lexa was hot as a woman, and she was equally hot as a male. Her cheekbones were as pronounced as before, but now, she exerted even more... masculinity, more of an even threatening composure. No, Lexa was somehow more threatening as a woman, it was simply the fisa's own fear of the Commander's reaction. The fisa let her eyes drop to the floor, trying to get her mouth to speak instead of letting her brain think about how hot Lexa's abs still looked. She had only been able to see them once when the Commander was a woman, and now... now she doubted the Commander would mind.
Oh, how wrong she was.
The Commander's nostrils flared as the woman's eyes lowered to the floor as she bit her lip. She was not to stride into her tent uninvited, see her unclothed uninvited, gaze upon her uninvited. "Out," Lexa growled, voice only an octave deeper than usual, yet still retaining its usual bit and tenacity. "Leave the salves, I can apply them myself."
With that, the fisa quickly bowed before scurrying from the tent, the heavy blush her cheeks not fading as she ran. It wasn't her fault that she was attracted to both sides of the Commander. Who wouldn't be? She was tall, strong and unwavering in her mission to lead her people to the greatest glory possible, and the glory of her people could be limitless. The Commander had even grown kinder after the war, showing a sliver of a soft side that had women swooning more than usual, which was already at an alarming rate (out of the eyesight of the Commander, of course.)
But, of course, with Lexa's luck, Clarke had been only meters from her tent, and was able to take in the view that was a flustered, attractive woman leaving Lexa's tent, looking positively frazzled and ever so slightly satisfied.
And, of course, that day Clarke was feeling more possessive than usual, especially after overhearing some of the visiting healers talk of rumors about Lexa's prowess within the confines of her tent. No one was supposed to speak of such things with any indication of knowledge but her, and such a rule could easily become law should the Sky Princess demand such a thing. So Clarke slapped away the flaps of Lexa's tent, storming into the room with intent to first snarl at the Commander, then start a serious make-out session.
Naturally, when she took in the sight of a shirtless man with Lexa's features toned into a more male state, Lexa's tattooes, Lexa's smirk, Lexa's eyes and Lexa's natural deadly vibes, she gasped, almost letting lose a scream before getting herself under control.
"L-Lexa?" Clarke asked quietly, a hand held close to her face as she trembled in shock.
Axel nodded, and Lexa said, "It is me Clarke, though I had hoped you would not have to experience me in this... form."
"What-what the-" Clarke stuttered, completely flabbergasted as to the sight before her. This man sounded quite a bit like a Lexa, but maybe an octave lower than usual. This man had a the same small, amused and loving smile Lexa often wore whenever Clarke uttered a single word or sound. The chiseled muscles of the man's torso were the same as Lexa's, though they had been enlarged by just a bit. The tattooes were all the same, the pointed tribal spades, reflected off one another were the same on Lexa's right bicep, and the snaking vines of a mutant Heart Rose snaking across muscle laden ribs, the ends of the vines dipping beneath the waistband of Lexa's ever-snug pants.
"Lexa what-what-" With her stuttering complete, Clarke's eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted, right there in front of a newly male Commander.
What the hell did I just write... holy crap this is just... eugh. I need to re-work this crap. Eh, like? Hate? No idea wtf this is, but HEY, I was bothering Jude and this idea came to me. Of course, she warned me of the horndogs that would expect a nice, juicy M rating, but sorry folks, no much of that!
My own biceps are actually around fifteen to sixteen inches in diameter, and I know Alycia's are way skinnier, but I needed a number so I thought 'Eh, fifteen is buff enough'.
Should I make it a Modern AU or keep it in the usual 'Verse? Don't know if I should change this, delete this or bemoan my lack of writing skills in this moment, because I fear my story has not met any of my expectations.
I'm sorry it was so short! I just don't want to put too much into something I fear will scare the shit out of me later, thinking that 'Claxel' could become a thing instead of Lexarke. I'm also really inexperienced with guys so I don't really know what goes on... there.
Guys, I'm a gay flippin GIRL, I know nothing of men other than the fact that I basically have them all for friends. Girls are too difficult *lowers head*
MUCH LIKE RESINSWHY.
Bai Guys!