Fandoms: Clarke Griffin/Lexa - Fandom, clexa - Fandom, The 100
16 Aug 2018
I know it’s been forever since I have updated my mafia Au so I decided to post some of the drabbles and one shots I wrote on tumblr (clexa-mafia.tumblr.com) on here.
Lexa Woods is a millionaire playgirl and the sole inheritor to the Woods Enterprise Holdings fortune after her parents passed away in a tragic accident. Since then, she’s completely satisfied living a life involving endless booze, women, and parties. Although she is still a senior (and has been for 2 years now) at the prestigious UCLA, college education and real-life responsibilities doesn’t concern her. She’s envied, wanted, and rich, and that’s all that matters.
That all changes however, once she meets the beautiful and mysterious Clarke Griffin – a dedicated student struggling to support herself and her younger brother, who isn’t at all intrigued by Lexa’s self-destructive lifestyle. Although both women are from two very different worlds, Lexa is determined to get to know more about the only girl who, up until now, has been the only one able to make her feel alive. She wants – No, NEEDS – to find a way to make Clarke see that there is more to her than meets the eye… that there is more hidden away to the girl behind the mask.
**Read if you want to: Laugh your ass off, fall in love with the dynamic duo known as Aden and Raven, and fall even more in love with CLEXA :)**
Fandoms: Runaways (TV 2017), Runaways (Comics)
31 Jan 2019
Karolina stares blankly at the invitation resting at her open palm, a well-cut piece of hard, white paper, with an awful golden font that, after only three minutes, was already threatening to send her head into a pounding mess of a headache.
There are only two things going through her mind, one foot going in front of the other, keys dangling from her fingers as she came to a stop in front of her loft.
How did they find me? Which, overall, was a very good question, because, ever since Manhattan, there was no one to be told about her life. And so, it only took her one weekend of planning, a week notice on her old job, and she was back in California, truly alone for what it felt like the first time in her life.
This is a very bad idea. Which should be the part of her brain she had to listen to and inevitably failed. She sighs because she knows there was never a decision to be made, the mere possibility of seeing-
She takes a swing of wine, the drink is warm and it goes down burning her throat, paving the path for the future ones that are to come. It was only a three hour drive, anyways.