Clexa Family AU | Part 4/?

The Griffin-Woods family seemingly has the perfect life, at least until Lexa’s (over?)zealousness as NYC’s top young prosecutor means she starts making some very dangerous enemies whose only goal is to remove her from the equation. By any means necessary. 


Quite a few readers have been asking for more college years/early relationship chapters. A lot of people have also been requesting more social media posts. Since the fic crossed the 10,000 hit mark I figured I could kill two birds with one stone and did a social media about their college years. 

This picks up right after Chapter 11 (December 2009) and it jumps forward a month or month and a half towards the end. 

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Good News. Real Fuckin' Swell News.

Pulsion is officially done????

I say that with the multiple ???? because its a rough draft nightmare that I currently don’t have the spoons or the time to properly clean up with anything less than twelve industial forklifts and a team of specially-trained construction professionals, but in terms of words on digital paper, THIS BITCH IS FUCKING DONE!! LAST SENTENCE IS DOWN. SEGUE INTO SEQUEL FIC OPTIONAL BUT DEFINITELY AVAILABLE. SHE IS DONE.

Now, the part that you all especially care about. *Drumroll please*

Rough draft final word count: 90,227.

It’s officially the longest thing I’ve ever written to date. First of many, let’s hope!

Fuck. I need a beer. And a parade. And a nap. Not necessarily in that order. First, I'mma cry though. Like, actual fucking tears, man, because I don’t finish stuff. I’m a chronic abandoner of projects. It’s a sickness, I tell you.

And yet here’s this thing, messy as fuck, probably not the greatest piece of literature ever written, but COMPLETE. I actually finished something. *Me*. Shoot.

Maybe it’s just a little late, but I’m getting emotional as hell, dudes. I said it once, I’ll say it again: fuck. I need a beer, a parade, and a nap. Oh and also a Beta. Could definitely use that.

*sniffle* I fucking finished something. I’m allowed to have some teary-eyed 2am pride over that.

Now, though. Now I should sleep.