Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100.
Warnings for childhood trauma, self-hatred and violence, and past sexual harassment and people being implied have gotten eaten.
The wolf's lovers
Living on the campus of Princeton was far from invigorating. However, it what it was, was convenient.
The many staff members of the college, all saw great benefits of working and living there, however, amongst the top benefits, was that they could stay near where their girlfriend was.
Clarke Griffin, a young woman most of the time, the rest of the time? Well, that was a complicated story.
It didn't matter that there was no full moon out. All of them; Natasha Romanoff, her adoptive sister, Yelena Belova, her adoptive mother, Melina Vostokoff, and the many other women that loved Clarke, Mari, Wanda, Maria and the rest, had taken their jobs here at Princeton, so they could stay with her. Because they knew that this area, was where their Clarke frequented.
For some reason, when Clarke went into her full wolf form, she was drawn to this area. Even Clarke wasn't sure why that was. She just was drawn her by instinct.
Her mates, Natasha, Yelena, Melina and the others, had made sure to stay close, as a result.
Clarke, while human, might choose to stay away from the campus, but while a werewolf, would be drawn to the campus.
It was night right now. So, it was most likely that Clarke had lost control and turned into her wolf form.
The moon had nothing to do with when Clarke turned into a werewolf. That full moon crap was just created by Hollywood. And so was the myth that werewolves were susceptible to silver.
Clarke was immune to silver and any other weakness a werewolf supposedly had.
Clarke's biological parents had been killed apparently, by some rival pack. Clarke had to run when she had been small, and had been found by a pair of human hikers, Jake and Abby Griffin.
They had raised her since they had found her, when she had been four years old. She had known from the beginning, because her parents had told her since she was old enough to absorb information, that she was not to let anyone know what she was, so she had kept her species secret from Jake and Abby Griffin, her whole life.
The two of them still didn't know, as far as Clarke knew. When Clarke had moved to Princeton, New Jersey, taking a job there and had eventually met what her werewolf instincts had perceived as her mates, Natasha, Yelena, Melina, Maria and the others, and that had been that.
In the flat that they all lived in together, they had kept the window open. Sixth floor or not, Clarke would easily be able to climb all the way up to the apartment and slip in through the window.
The window was at one particular angle, away from the eyesight of most people. So if there was a big, bulky figure, covered in almost white fur climbing up the side of the building, there was almost no chance anyone would see it climbing up to the window.
Eating together, Yelena was chuckling about some joke that Felicia made, that caused Natasha to roll her eyes, when they heard a familiar clacking noise by the windowsill. They looked at the windowsill, seeing two clawed paws reach up and grab the windowsill and saw a big figure pulling itself up into the apartment through the window.
They smiled, watching fondly.
The huge, muscled figure covered in almost white fur, dragged itself along into the room, on four paws, canine face peering up at those around her.
"Clarke," Natasha said, putting her knife and fork down and reaching out for the werewolf, right hand offering. The werewolf whined and stepped closer, pressing her big, warm head into Natasha's hand, letting Natasha stroke her.
Wanda stared at Clarke, sad.
"We know you don't know who we are right now, sweetie," she said sadly.
"Wanda," Yelena warned, glaring at her.
Wanda shook her head, "What?" She asked, "It's true. She doesn't know who we are right now."
Natasha glared at Wanda, just a moment, before looking back at Clarke. It was true. Clarke didn't know who they were. Not at the moment.
In the werewolf state that she was in, Clarke couldn't recognize them. However, some instinct part of her brain understood that these women were her mates. She might not know exactly who they were right now. But on a primal level, she knew that she was their mate and that she loved them.
It was why she was so docile right now.
Clarke didn't attack people. Even in her most primitive modes, she wasn't known to attack people. She stayed clear of them, staying secluded in forests and killing animals. Hunting deer, bears and wolves for food.
She didn't hunt people.
Besides, there weren't any recent missing persons reports, and no reports of wild animal attacks. So, it was pretty safe to say that Clarke hadn't attacked anyone, for sure.
That was why they didn't try to keep Clarke locked up. Besides, they weren't sure cages or locks would work.
Clarke was a very, very strong werewolf breed. From the research that Clarke had done over the years, wanting to understand more about her species, there were multiple types of werewolf breeds. And Clarke's type of werewolf, if the markings on her body and how thick her fur was and the color of her eyes when she transformed into a werewolf, which were gold, she was of the werewolf breed that was considered "unstoppable."
Which honestly confused Clarke, because it had led her to the question of how the hell had her biological parents been killed, if that had been the case?
Still, there was almost nothing she knew about her biological parents, just that they likely, if the physical attributes about Clarke's werewolf form, herself, were anything to go by, had been of the werewolf line known as the "Stone Fang" line, considered one of the deadliest bloodlines and breeds in the world, descended from some of the first werewolves of ancient Greece. That was only, however, if you believed the stories.
That was all she knew of her biological parents. And she had no idea which pack had killed them.
If she knew, she most likely would have tracked them down to try to either avenge her biological parents, or to protect the family she had no, which were her mates and the friends she had made over the years.
She didn't want to risk whoever had murdered her biological parents, finding her friends and especially not her mates.
But Natasha and the others feared Clarke finding whoever had done it. Because they feared for Clarke's safety, more than anything else. If these werewolves had been strong enough to kill Clarke's biological parents, then they were certainly strong enough to kill Clarke.
Clarke, who had become so very important to them over the years. Clarke, who they loved with all their hearts and their souls.
They loved her more than anything. And they needed her to come back right now.
"Clarke, love," Natasha said gently, stroking her hand against Clarke's face, "We need you to come back to us right now. Please come back."
Clarke growled, leaning against Natasha's hand soothed by Natasha's voice.
Eventually, her fur began to recede. Her pointed ears began to recede, becoming rounder.
Her golden eyes began to dim to bright blue.
Her almost white fur began to disappear and the long mane of fur along her back receded to long, white-blonde hair.
Slowly, Clarke's mind became human again. Or human like. She would never be human. But her mind was human like when she had human form.
Leaning her head into Natasha's hand, in human form again and naked.
Dinah came over with a blanket and wrapped it around Clarke's body, covering her nudeness.
Not that they weren't used to seeing her completely naked. Their lives together were very sexual, but they knew that Clarke got self-conscious about how she was pulled out of her werewolf form and naked.
It was just that suddenly, she'd end up being a werewolf, running around in the woods, then when she returned to her home, she ended up transforming back into human form. With a catch, she would be naked every time she turned back to human.
That was why Dinah brought over the blanket. They knew Clarke got self-conscious.
Clarke slowly started realizing where she was. She looked around, startled. She looked down at the blanket around her body, and her eyes widened, realizing what had happened.
"Shit," she moaned quietly, "It happened again, didn't it?"
"Yes, it did, honey," Dinah said softly, stroking Clarke's hair, "It's not your fault. You can't help it."
They knew that Clarke hated turning into a werewolf. She feared she'd kill people. And she hated that she didn't have control over her werewolf form.
But she had never attacked anyone, as far as they all knew. Clarke claimed that she had. The "Blake siblings incident." But there was no proof that she had actually killed those two horrid people. Besides, if she had? No real loss. From the research Clarke had done over the years, her not being able to control herself? Wasn't natural. Apparently, a lot of werewolves knew how to control their instincts.
Which meant that Clarke likely got controlled by her instincts, because she hadn't been taught how to control herself.
Clarke stood up, wrapping the blanket more tightly around her figure.
She said quietly, "Before anything? I need to wash my mouth." She heard skeptical chuckles around her and she grumbled, "Just trust me on this. Not even I know where my mouth's been."
She walked past them, went to one of the washrooms, grabbed what she needed and washed her mouth out excessively.
Her mates listened and smirked, aware of why Clarke was doing it, but skeptical, anyway.
After several minutes, Clarke was done washing her mouth out, spitting everything out and wiping her mouth with a hand towel hanging next to the sink. She came out of the bathroom, turning the light out and walked over to them.
She said, "Thanks for waiting."
When she was alongside Natasha and Dinah, she looked at Natasha, Dinah, Wanda and the others, smiling. "Thank you," she said, "You shouldn't have to rescue me from my werewolf form."
"It's alright, love," Natasha said softly, wrapping her left arm around Clarke's waist, right hand reaching up to Clarke's face and tilting it to look at her, "We want to."
Natasha leaned in and kissed Clarke deeply. Now that Clarke had more or less washed out her mouth and rinsed it, Natasha was going to take advantage. Clarke moaned into Natasha's mouth, resting against her lover. Werewolves had to be born. No one could be turned into a werewolf. Not from bites, claw slashes and not from any exchanging of fluids.
There would be no danger of Clarke turning any of her lovers into werewolves.
She loved them more than anyone, and would never ask them to suffer what she suffered, which was that uncertainty, that she may or may not end up killing people, when she became a werewolf.
She had been terrified when she and the first of her girlfriends and mates, Natasha, had sex. She had been terrified that she might have "infected" Natasha with whatever it was that had made Clarke turn into a werewolf.
But months had gone by and Natasha had never turned into a werewolf.
Much to Clarke's relief.
A year had gone by and over that time, they had met the other women who had fallen in love with Clarke; Dinah, Helena, Carol, Brunnhilde, Diana, Felicia, Mari, Sylvie, Shayera, Sable, Maria, Hela, Melina, Yelena and Wanda, and they all had moved in together eventually, all very aware of what Clarke was.
"Come here, baby," Yelena said, leaning back against her chair, reaching her hand out for Clarke to take.
Clarke nodded and walked over to Yelena. Taking the older young woman's hand, she allowed Yelena to bring her down to seat on her lap, and Yelena held her close, as Natasha, Dinah and Wanda also sat down.
"I didn't hurt anyone while I was out, did I?" Clarke asked, nervous.
"No, love," Natasha said, smiling at her reassuringly, "We would have heard. And besides, you'd never hurt anyone."
Clarke sighed, looking away from Natasha. "All of you can't know that," she said, even if she knew that she also had never attacked anyone. They couldn't predict that Clarke would never hurt anyone. Not really.
There was no news about any person being mauled by some big, rabid animal or anything like that, which meant that so far, Clarke hadn't attacked anyone.
Which was why her mates refused to put her in a cage. But Clarke always feared that she might wake up covered in someone's blood.
From what she had been told, of her trips in the outside world in her werewolf form? She tended to stay away from humans. She was rather shy in her werewolf form.
Yelena leaned in and kissed Clarke's throat, making Clarke close her eyes and sigh in content.
She didn't know how these women ever had come to love her, knowing what she was. That she was capable of tearing them to pieces of she chose to. But for some reason that she wasn't sure she'd ever understand, they still had chosen to be with her.
Clarke laid her head against Yelena's left shoulder, only lifting it when she heard Melina say, "Have you eaten, love?"
Clarke paused, thinking about that. Had she eaten? She honestly didn't know. Sometimes when she had eaten, her stomach felt very full, letting her know that she had eaten some deer in the forest.
Right now, she wasn't sure what she had eaten. If anything.
She didn't smell the bloody scent of deer, or beavers, turkeys or even coyotes or anything on her breath, which made her think that maybe she hadn't eaten anything this time, which was rare.
"I don't think so," Clarke confessed, "Can't smell any animals except me on my breath."
Wanda giggled, "'Except me?' Does that mean you stuck your mouth in your own-?"
"Wanda," Natasha said, a threat in her voice, even if everyone at the table knew that Natasha wouldn't do anything to Wanda except throw some food at her.
Wanda giggled again and Clarke snorted. She hadn't done what Wanda implied. At least, she honestly didn't think she had.
To be completely honest? Clarke didn't know how much in common with dogs her werewolf form shared. She had no idea if she licked herself down there when she was a werewolf. She really hoped she didn't.
And she knew that dogs also sometimes put their mouths on their assholes.
It was why she always washed her mouth after turning back to human form. Because she honestly had no idea where that mouth of hers had been.
She had no memories of when she was in her werewolf form. Just vague impressions of the things she had done.
It was why she always worried that she might have killed someone. Because she never really knew for sure.
"So, that disgustingness aside?" Sable asked, laughing, "Clarke, do you want some of the chicken we made?"
Clarke chuckled, nodding. "Yes, please," she said.
She was about to get up, but Yelena held her tightly. Clarke paused, and stopped trying to get up from Yelena's lap.
Because Clarke was a werewolf, she could have gotten out of Yelena's grasp, but she didn't struggle, since she preferred to be on Yelena's lap.
Sable and Melina got up from the table and went to the kitchen to get the chicken.
They brought a few plates out with the food on it and laid them down in front of her.
"Thanks," Clarke said, smiling at Melina and Sable as the two older women sat down across from her.
All of her girlfriends and mates were older than her. She was relatively young next to them.
She had been sixteen when she had first begun transforming into her werewolf form.
It had been eight years since then. She was twenty-four now.
All of these women were older than her.
As she reached out for one of the drumsticks, Clarke asked, looking at her girlfriends, "Are the babies alright?"
Natasha chuckled, smiling, "They're fine, love. We made sure they were fed and had water. And their heat was available."
Clarke nodded, appreciatively.
Over the years, before she had found out that she could change into a giant, dangerous werewolf, she had obtained various pets. Had she known that she could change into a giant, dangerous werewolf before and that she was absent for some periods of time, she most likely wouldn't have gotten those pets.
Out of concern for those pets, to be specific.
Clarke's pets; two iguanas, three bearded dragons, a blue-tongued skink and a Chinese water dragon, all were in a backroom, all in tanks, safe.
Clarke had gotten one of the iguanas, Sid, and one of the bearded dragons, Judd, when she had been fourteen. She had gotten two of the other bearded dragons when she had been fifteen and the blue-tongued skink and iguana when she had been sixteen, only a few days before she had first transformed into a werewolf.
She felt it was irresponsible to have pets when she got like that, however, she wasn't going to abandon her animals.
And besides, the reptiles lived a long life. They had been around a while since she had taken them in.
As far as she knew, Sid, Judd and the others, had been about two when she had gotten them, which meant it would take another fourteen, fifteen or more years till they aged to death. So, Clarke and her girlfriends would be giving them very comfortable lives until then.
The Chinese water dragon, Aqua, had been neglected by her previous owner and Clarke realized she just couldn't leave the poor lizard with that incompetent person, which was why she had bought the lizard off that stupid girl, Octavia Blake and her ugly brother.
Clarke had rescued the water dragon and had just taken him in.
Honestly? Clarke had a very bad feeling what had happened to the Blake siblings. What she knew was this; she had been angry at them for neglecting the water dragon. Very angry. And Octavia's older brother, Bellamy, had alluded to giving the reptile her in exchange for sex, before Octavia had told him to shut up and told Clarke how much money she wanted in exchange for the water dragon.
Clarke had taken Aqua, but had still felt so much hate for both Blake siblings.
A few weeks later, she had ended up in her werewolf form and she had no idea what she had done during that time.
But the Blake siblings? Bellamy and Octavia Blake? They had been reported missing. On the very night Clarke had turned into a werewolf.
And Clarke had woken up the next day, feeling very, very full and smelling blood all over her breath.
It was one of the reasons why she was always scared that she might hurt someone. She always feared that she might lose control and eat someone anyway, but after that night, four years ago, when she had been twenty?
That fear had heightened. Because if there was even a chance that she had eaten the Blake siblings, then that meant she could do something like that again.
There hadn't been any found bloody remains. But a lot of blood all over the Blake siblings' apartment, too much blood for the siblings to have survived. Blood that had been two blood types.
One had matched Octavia Blake.
The other had matched Bellamy Blake.
Which meant whatever had happened to them? It had been brutal enough for the Blake siblings to lose so much blood. So much.
And the element that had made Clarke absolutely sure that she had something to do with Bellamy and Octavia's disappearance and all that blood in their apartment, were the claw marks that had been found all along the door leading to the Blakes' apartment.
There had been an animal that had attacked the Blake siblings. An animal that had been smart enough to creep into the apartment building, and stay out of human sight, until it got to the apartment and broke in and attacked Bellamy and Octavia themselves.
An animal that big? But smart enough to keep out of sight? It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Clarke had a part in what had happened to the Blake siblings?
That incident alone, had been the reason why Clarke had, after Natasha had first moved in with her a year later, bought several firearms and had placed them all over the house, telling Natasha and later her other girlfriends, where the firearms were, so that if Clarke became a werewolf and ever attacked them? They'd have a way of stopping her if they needed to.
Natasha and the others believed that she'd never attack them.
However, Clarke was terrified that she might wake up, and find out that she had hurt them or even killed them.
It absolutely terrified her.
And it was why she had tried to break up with her girlfriends several times.
The problem was that they saw right through her claims whenever she said that she wanted them to move out or that she didn't love her.
They knew what it was about. They knew that she thought she would be protecting them by splitting up with them, but they weren't going to do it, unless Clarke very apparently, didn't love them anymore or if they had hurt her in any way. And since they knew that she still did, and they had never hurt her, they hadn't split up with her.
For them, Clarke fearing that she'd hurt them, wasn't a true danger. They never believed that Clarke would ever hurt them.
Clarke had to wonder sometimes how they could be so naïve, when they knew about the incident involving the Blakes. She had outright told them what she thought she had done, even if she didn't remember.
But they hadn't listened. It wasn't that they didn't believe her. They did. It was that they didn't believe she would ever harm them.
Which made it all the more aggravating for her.
Because didn't they realize the danger they were in by being with her?
They didn't seem to.
They claimed they understood that she was a dangerous werewolf. But they would just ignore the danger, positive that she would never hurt them.
It made her love them so much, but it made her so frustrated with them.
After she had finished off the chicken in eight minutes straight, she took a breath and grabbed some of the water Melina had put down, gulping it up.
When she was finished with the water, she asked, "There have been no reports? None at all?"
"No, love," Wanda said, smiling, "No reports. You didn't hurt anyone."
Clarke nodded. She hoped that Wanda was right.
She hoped the Blakes had been the last people she had ever killed.
"Clarke, love," Natasha said, looking at Clarke, smiling, "All of us were talking? And we were thinking that you should take some time away from here. We could go on a trip. Somewhere else."
Clarke scoffed, smiling though. She said, looking at Natasha, "Nat, even without me worrying about the lizards, you know that would be really risky. With my…..condition."
Natasha just kept smiling. She said, "I know you're worried about turning into a werewolf while traveling. But you're going to tell me you're not interested in traveling?"
Clarke chuckled. She knew that Natasha was right.
Clarke had wanted to travel elsewhere for years now. But never had, exactly because she always feared she'd lose control and would be seen by people. It didn't help that she was worried about the lizards that were in her care.
But she was positive that all of her girlfriends knew about her desire to go to different places, outside of where she had lived for years.
She had fantasized about going to other countries, yes, but not even that. Just traveling to different states, she would have liked. Going to places in Arizona, New Mexico, California, or Colorado. Amongst others.
She had multiple post cards were all these locations on them, so Clarke doubted that her girlfriends hadn't noticed those.
"Sure, I am. You know I am," Clarke answered, "But I can't predict when I'm gonna change into a werewolf. I could change at any time. You know this. It doesn't have to be night time for me to change into a fucking werewolf. I could change any day. While we go through airport security or while on the plane."
And that was true. Her being changed into a werewolf was unpredictable. Most of the time? She'd turn into a werewolf at night, and there was no need for any full moon.
But sometimes? Sometimes she turned into a werewolf during the day.
She could not control when she turned into that big, hulking werewolf form of hers.
And her girlfriends all knew it.
It was why she had worked so hard to be able to have a job working from home.
Because she couldn't predict when she'd change into a werewolf. She would work from home and if she ended up changing into a werewolf at home? At least the only people that would see it, would be people that had known now for years.
"We weren't thinking about going through airport security or anything," Sylvie said, grinning, "There are other modes of transportation, you know. We could go to different countries on a boat. It would take longer, but we could. And for going to different places in the United States? That's easy. We just go on very long road trips."
Clarke thought about that, then asked, "And how are we going to explain that our truck or van or RV is shaking because I changed into a werewolf and am wrecking the place? What if we get pulled over by the police?"
"We might have an answer for that," Melina said, "Remember that there's a drug we can keep you unconscious with? We can get some meat and stick some inside for when you turn into a werewolf."
Clarke actually almost laughed. This sounded like an extremely half-assed plan. But it just might work.
She looked at the women who had become so dear to her, her lovers and her mates, she knew that they had come up with this idea for her. However, she had to wonder how much they had sacrificed for her.
It made her worried.
Still, she asked, "And what about my lizards?"
"That's easy," Dinah said, "We can just bring them with us. Get the tanks, the heat lamps, their food and water and we take them with us."
This time, Clarke really did laugh. Shit, honestly? That was the plan?
"What?" Yelena asked, kissing Clarke's ear playfully, "Think we can't do it? We're resourceful, remember?"
Clarke said mockingly, "I'm not doubting that. I'm just saying, how are you going to get your hands on the tranquilizers required to knock me out."
Yelena chuckled.
Clarke was a powerful werewolf, so there wasn't much that could actually knock her out.
But a combination of extreme drugs could do the trick.
However, Clarke had noticed something rather disconcerting. The older she got, the more resilient she was to those drugs.
At some point, she would grow immune to those drugs.
What then?
Still, she figured that that probably was a sign that she should go along with their suggestion.
Because she might not get another chance to, since she'd eventually grow to be immune to those drugs, right?
Clarke chuckled, shaking her head, "Alright. Fine. But if we somehow end up being stopped because I shake whatever vehicle I'm in when I transform? I blame all of you entirely."
Some of her mates laughed and Natasha smirked. Wanda leaned forward and kissed her deeply, making Clarke moan into her mouth.
How exactly she got this lucky, being what she was? She had no idea. But she'd never ask.
Eventually, Clarke and her lovers all went off to bed. The bed that they had specially ordered, lay across the backroom, just next to the room where the terrariums were that held Clarke's pets.
The bed was big, soft and round. And after Clarke and all of her mates had finished brushing and flossing their teeth, Wanda and Natasha each took one of Clarke's hands and led her to the bed.
They laid down on the bed leading her into them, and they held her between them and Clarke whined quietly, laying her head against Wanda's chest, and Natasha held her tenderly. The rest of her mates got up on the bed and laid down next to Clarke, wrapping their arms around her.
Wanda asked Clarke gently, "Do you want to?"
Clarke nodded against Wanda's chest, "Please," she said, "I do. Do all of you?"
She heard all of her girlfriends' answer, "Yes," and she smiled.
She felt the smiles around her and heard Natasha's whisper next to her ear, "Safe word, love?"
Clarke tried not to snort. It wasn't like she needed one. She was a werewolf. She could stop anything she didn't want, even if she always wanted what her mates gave her.
Clarke said, "My safe word is Whitefish."
Wanda and Natasha both nodded. Whitefish, Montana, was the town where Clarke had been found by her adoptive parents. It likely had been the first place that Clarke had known stability, however, it had been disrupted.
"Ready?" Natasha asked and Clarke nodded.
"Ready," Clarke assured her dominants.
The reactions were quick. She felt her clothes being taken off, and felt her arms being restrained behind her back, hands around her wrists, after her shirt had been taken off. Her shorts had been pulled off and her legs spread. Wanda leaned her head down and sucked at Clarke's neck hungrily.
Clarke whined as Wanda sucked on her pulse point. As Carol restrained her arms and her legs were spread by Diana and Felicia, Mari and Melina sucked on her nipples and Wanda sucked on her neck, Natasha reached between Clarke's legs, fingers slowly inserting inside Clarke's cunt, beginning to thrust without mercy.
A few hours went by, and by that time, Clarke and all of her girlfriends lay against the bed, sweat soaking their bodies, all of them drained of their energy, having each had several orgasms in the orgy.
There were now almost empty glasses on the tables by the beds, water they had drunk between the many orgasms, wanting to hydrate.
Clarke giggled quietly in the dark and Wanda, Natasha and the rest of Clarke's mates chuckled, enjoying the sound of the joyful sound Clarke let out.
The room was dark and they closed their eyes, Clarke held between Wanda and Natasha and the rest of her girlfriends, and eventually, she felt herself go to sleep.
Listening to her girlfriend go off to sleep, her quiet snores alerting Wanda to the blonde's sleep, she lifted her head and she felt Natasha's eyes on her. She smirked and she could feel Natasha and some of the others smiles.
Clarke didn't understand how they could love her.
But they loved her so much. Completely. They hoped one day she would see herself, the way they saw her.
Note
I sort of read all of the fics that have these ships in only a few days. And yeah, this story taking place on a campus is because of the Her Guardians series. I really like the NatashaxClarke and YelenaxClarke relationships. However, as long as WandaxClarke is in the equation, I'm happy.
I put in that Clarke met Natasha first and that Natasha probably has the highest authority among them, since I got the feeling in all the different stories, that Natasha sort of was in charge, so just going with that. But as long as I can have Wanda/Clarke, I'm happy.