≫ a collection of imagines for some of my favourite fictional characters and celebrities, part two.
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summary: as you adjust to your new life as the Commander's healer, you're forced to watch her fall in love with someone else.
warning/s: mentions of injuries, violence, graphic deaths, the usual stuff that comes with writing for the 100.
author's note: second and final part is here! sorry it's a little delayed, it's been a busy one lately! pray i get out of my writing funk bc i miss it so much 😭 anyway, i hope you enjoy this one, i didn't know how to end it, warning you now lol. Also any mentions of Costia are completely made up based off what i could remember, plus i tried to keep her appearance as vague as possible as she's technically not got a face claim lol. Enjoy!!
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Lexa fell into the role of Commander as if it were her birthright, which I suppose in a way it was.
Nothing fazed her, not the meeting on meeting that filled her days, or the responsibilities now weighing on her shoulders, or even the expectations everyone in the city had for her to be as great a Commander as the last one. She took it all in her stride, performing her duties the best she could. I couldn't have been prouder.
Working with her only made things better for us, since I wasn't sure I'd have seen her as much if I didn't. She was always busy, but she always made time for me. Though she had Titus to go to for guidance, she would still confide in me, a habit I was sure would be difficult to break. I, of course, offered all the help I could. Leading was important to her and she was important to me. What more was there?
It didn't make a difference to me, but clearly Titus thought more of it than I realised. It was a few months into Lexa's new role when he thought to bring it up to me. I was bringing a tray of mine and Lexa's dinner to her quarters one evening, the two of us having planned to eat together, when I saw Titus approaching me in the hall.
"Y/N," he acknowledged with a curt nod and narrowed eyes. "May I speak with you?"
"Right now?" I asked, lifting a brow and glancing at the tray in my hand.
"It won't be long," he assured me, barely giving me chance to reply before he continued, "It's about you and Lexa."
"What about us?"
He seemed mildly irritated as he spoke, "I know that you're a big part of her life, but in the past, you've happened to keep your distance. Now that she's Heda, I expect it to stay that way. No distractions."
I furrowed my brows with confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't follow..."
He tensed his jaw, lowering his voice. "I'm not blind, Y/N. I see the way you care for her."
"Yeah, she's my best friend," I remind him, though a small part of me was nervous at what he was implying.
He wasn't stupid, instead rolling his eyes at my response. "Be sure to keep it that way."
