Marina's POV
We landed in LAX in the evening and Dua and I were exhausted, due to jet lag.
We trudged around the streets until we could hail a cab and we went straight to my place to go for a long long sleep.
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Lana's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, on instagram. I scrolled through my feed, liking a few pics, commenting on Ashley's recent.
I pressed the discover page by accident and among all the videos of the Walmart yodelling kid, I stumbled upon a selfie of Marina Diamandis.
I curled up my nose. That girl was the strangest woman. Beautiful, I admit, but I knew for a fact she hated me.
I clicked on the photo and turns out it was from her own page. She had just posted it 6 minutes ago and the caption read "Fucking exhausted from my trip to Paris, but i'm glad to be home, with plenty of inspiration I might add ;)"
Upon inspection of the selfie, I saw something familiar in her face, in her eyes. Those lips seemed familiar, those cheekbones, that dainty nose.
My thoughts wandered back to Electra.
I crinkled up my face in confusion.
Just to humour myself, I went to safari and I did a search for 'marina diamandis'. A wikipedia page was the first one to come up.
I quickly scanned through it, until I saw her discography and saw an album named "Electra Heart".
I gasped and dropped the phone.
Electra was Marina.
I fucked Marina Diamandis.
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dollface ❁ larina
Fanfictionin which both lana del rey and marina diamandis both hate each other but both somehow are in paris at the same time, however neither are sober enough to recognise each other and the next morning, they wake up in room 93, tangled in each others arms.
