Mar 22, 2019
The weight of missing Lexa is too much. “I loved her, Mom,” she cries. “I know, Clarke.”
in love and war and politics (ch 22) by @centuriesofexistence
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The weight of missing Lexa is too much. “I loved her, Mom,” she cries. “I know, Clarke.”
in love and war and politics (ch 22) by @centuriesofexistence
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HOLY GUACAMOLE!
This is potentially the best 2 shot I’ve read... The first chapter is a COMPLETE fucking roller coaster, to the point I had to start live messaging the author to underline my shock!
TRUST THE AUTHOR! Believe me, you won’t regret it!
#OfficialRecommendation
“You’re already here,” Raven urges. “It’s a masquerade. How can you miss out on the fun of a New Year's Eve masquerade? It’s fun, a little flirting behind masks, play up the anonymity. Then when you see her at work, flirt a little more. It’ll be like Grey’s Anatomy meets Phantom of the Opera.” “Everyone misuses the Phantom of the Opera,” Octavia interrupts. “If you don't read it or see the play, you think the guy in the mask is the one she’s in love with. No one pays attention to the real story.” ---- At a New Year's Eve charity gala for her hospital, Clarke has a plan to seduce the girl from work she's been crushing on from afar. Nothing ever goes to plan.
“We have less than thirty seconds before they wonder why I’m taking so long to zip up your dress and…” she trails off, jaw hanging open, as that line of thought prompts her to look down at Clarke’s chest, swelling and collapsing as she desperately tries to even out her breathing as well. “Fuck.”
in love and war and politics (ch 16) by centuriesofexistence
How long have you had feelings for Clarke Griffin? Since the first moment we got too close. How long have you believed in her so strongly you’d go to war for her? Since the moment I met her. How long have you even known her? It feels like forever.
in love and war and politics (ch 19) by centuriesofexistence
Next we’re gonna find out that centuriesofexistence is actually Barack Obama
24, 26, 40!
24. Do you outline?
Yes. Extensively. I started this fic with kind of a vague idea of where I wanted it to go, and somewhere along the line that evolved into a long mental outline which evolved into a long handwritten outline that I constantly revise. I sort of bullet point it and fill in the gaps with whatever feels right at the time. I do revise it a lot - move things around, add a scene, change a certain interaction to a different character, whatever fits - but yeah, I’d never keep it all straight without an outline.
26. Anything you’re planning to write in your fic that you’re worried readers might not like?
Yep. Oh yeah. I think (hope) that ultimately, it will go over well, but yeah there’s plenty I’m worried about. No one’s really yelled at me too much yet, but it’s coming.
40. Chapter you’re most proud of in this verse?
Ah, tough. I like 12, I think, which is the one where Lexa gets drugged, because there’s a decent amount of character development in it for multiple characters and, while it’s fun to switch perspectives, it’s also difficult. I like 18, which is the last chapter I wrote, because you see so much of who Lexa is and who Clarke is and I’m going to like 19 for the same reason. Honestly? The chapter that I’m going to be the most proud of is probably like… 22? 23? Not yet written, near the end, and if I can write it correctly I am going to preen, you have no idea.
six shooter by @centuriesofexistence
Lexa prefers contract killer. Brutally precise and efficient. Blood for money—no other attachments.
Clarke prefers hitwoman. More force, more room for improvisation.
Neither of them prefer crossing paths with each other. In fact, they openly loathe it: crossing paths usually results in threats, violence, gunfire, the occasional chase and at least one instance of bondage.
But when Clarke and Lexa are hired by different clients to kill the same target, their paths won’t only cross, but converge. Explosively.