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Octavia has somehow convinced Clarke to dress up as a fortune teller and read cards at her Halloween Charity Festival. It's a terrible idea. She's not even a real tarot card reader.
But Bellamy, her ridiculous crush, is her first client, and if she sees it in the cards, she's got to say it, right?
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- Part 3 of Here We Are Now Entertain Us
Bookmarked by freckledbobert
19 Jan 2017
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It's very tempting, to get in touch with your childhood friend once he makes it big in Hollywood. But it's also very awkward, so Clarke's going to skip it. Really, she is.
Bookmarked by freckledbobert
30 Oct 2016
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“The idea is that there are multiple universe out there, all parallel,” he explained. “And in each universe, something slightly differently might happen, changing all the events that correlate.”
“Like the butterfly effect,” Jasper chipped in. Monty nodded.
“Exactly. So, let’s say that I have a drink in a bar in one universe. In another, I might decide to go for a second, while in another, I might choose a different bar – altering the course of events.”-
Amongst parallel universes, we follow Bellamy and Clarke.
Bookmarked by freckledbobert
24 Oct 2016
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"Cassian," I hissed his name. He glanced back at me as I grabbed his hand. He looked at me startled, "they won't stop staring at me."
He squeezed my fingers gently, "so I'll introduce you as my sister," he said quietly so our guide couldn't hear.
"Husband," I whispered back, "they won't be scared of a brother. Just. For our stay here."
The one where they pretend to be married.
(AKA I love empire and Elide and Lorcan so I did a Nessian fic)Bookmarked by freckledbobert
01 Oct 2016
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I can tell they don’t want to step on Lorcan’s toes, because for some reason they seem to think I belong to him.
But they don’t understand. I’ve always belonged to someone else. First my uncle, then to Morath. Now, now I belong to no one but myself. I am Lady Elide Lochan. I am my own master, no male human or fae, can take that away from me. Not now, not since I’ve finally found my freedom.
And my court.
"Please," my voice breaks, "I just want to help."

