Commander Octavia Blake, the Red Queen seems to have gone off the deep end and cannot be redeemed. There is a new prophecy that now puts Bellamy, Clarke, Murphy, Raven and some of The 100 Delinquents in the middle of the brewing war. When Bellamy is made the Seeker of Truth to kill his sister before she can grow more powerful, can he fulfill this destiny at the cost of everything?

Esta historia no me pertenece es una adaptación del 3º libro de "Leyendas de la Dragonlance" de Margaret Weis. (Leer después de las Crónicas de la Dragonlance).

Somewhat long AU fic. Clarke Griffin dances at a club, which she enjoys doing, and she has a drug habit, which soothes the trauma of her childhood. And she fears hearing the words of her mates, which mark her left arm. But her mates are much closer than she thinks. And they aren't planning on giving her a chance to get away.

Vampire AU. Clarke Griffin's mates are trying to find a way of fixing the pain they've caused. But there's no fixing this. And Clarke has every intention of letting them know that. Through any means necessary.

Hearing Clarke cry out from a nightmare, Natasha goes to Clarke to try and comfort her. This leads to a complicated and painful discussion.

Completely fluff. Clarke has always been protective of Natasha, as soon as she saw the older woman. And has always watched Natasha, as a result. She's nervous, though, that Natasha minds it. Natasha has some interesting news for Clarke about that subject.

Natasha knew she was in no danger. She knew Clarke would never hurt her. Even if she moved quickly, Clarke wouldn't. Even if Clarke right now, was at her deadliest, Clarke would never hurt her.

Clarke comes back after spending time in the wilderness, and is eager to be with her mates, but Natasha, Yelena and Carol, have some conditions about this night. Conditions that Clarke is not too happy about. No sex in this, but because of both language and nudity, rating it 'M,' to be safe.

Surrounded by almost painfully beautiful wildflowers, Clarke can almost feel like she belongs. Almost. But sometimes the memories are too painful. Even with Natasha and Lila at her side.

AU, time travel fic. Clarke is killed very early after she and everyone else comes down. But she remembers after she comes back. And she remembers Bellamy leaving her for dead. Clarke has given up on the 100. Except for the people that actually helped her. So, she leaves the 100, unaware that there are others on the ground, who remember too. Soulmate mark fic.

AU. Oneshot. Clarke doesn't fear anything. She hasn't for seventy years. Not since being attacked as a child and turning into vampire. She ages, but slowly. She has lived out to adulthood, and has kept her identity a secret. But she is unaware that she is about to be approached by the people who attacked her, when she was a child. (This fic is not as dark as it sounds)

Natasha, in a word, WAS profound beauty incarnate. And to Clarke? Natasha Romanoff was a revelation. Every inch of her, physically, emotionally, mentally, sexually, was a revelation. (Or, a better summary, Clarke has a fascination with Natasha's tattoos.)

Clarke wants to kill Ross after the Accords, after she and Natasha come back from taking down Dreykov, but Natasha knows that killing Ross will make things more difficult. And well, how else is Natasha going to get Clarke to cooperate? Well, Natasha can think of a few ways of softening Clarke and getting her to listen. Of...rewarding Clarke for listening.

It's still something that strikes Clarke Griffin as strange. She's so powerful, yet, with Natasha Romanoff? She is completely submissive and as always, at Natasha's mercy. Natasha so much as gives one simple order, and Clarke kneels.

Office AU fic side story. Takes place early on in Clarke's relationship with her sixteen CEO lovers. Clarke suggests a game with her lovers, and part of it involves her staying quiet during a meeting. But well, her lovers know exactly how to please Clarke, and predictably, Clarke can't stay quiet long.

Zombie AU. Inspired by a fic on Archive by Dinofuryjaws. Clarke Griffin, a zombie, is aware of just how depraved her lovers have become. Ten years after her soulmates have killed Thanos before he could do the "snap," there is no crime. Her lovers have killed all the dangerous criminals. And Clarke wonders if there is any way to save her lovers from who they have become.

After the destruction of Mount Weather, Clarke's fascination with an old legend told by her father leads to her becoming part of a new world

It's important to pick a job that you love. This can't be any truer for Clarke Griffin. A literal sex worker. And why should she complain? The money is very good. And well, she certainly has her selection of temporary sexual partners, doesn't she? This is a fic delving into debauchery, be warned.

An Ancient Brotherhood and an Ancient Cult brought the world to destruction and Humanity to the edge of extinction, but some few yet lived, encased in two miles of rotating metal above their ashen homeworld. A century later this last refuge is dying...and one girl is willing to do whatever it takes to save it.

My first fanfiction on Fanfiction

Inspired by Her Guardians by WolfHowlRunner61. Watching over Clarke, making sure she was safe for years, before she was of age, led to Clarke's vampire mates hearing things that they didn't want to hear-why? Because Clarke, due to trauma, has a tendency being reckless. Warnings for mentions of underage sex. Gets sort of dark at the beginning and at the end.

You know what was funny? Natasha and Clarke had been married for quite a while, and yet, Clarke still felt like she needed to ask permission to touch Natasha, as if she felt like she didn't have the right to so much as touch the goddess that was her wife.

A AU ghost fic. Clarke Griffin at one time, had soulmate marks on her arm. Then, when she was fourteen, those marks disappeared. Which means that her mates, all of them, were dead. Clarke has lived with this loss for years. Now, she and a team of scavengers go search navy ship that has been missing for years. Only to find that the ship isn't as empty as they thought it was.

On a trip into the mountains with Clint Barton and some of his kids, Clarke and Natasha spend some time together and as always, Clarke never ceases to be anything except in awe of her wife, Natasha.

Very, very short fic. Like miniscule. Clarke Griffin has a habit of watching Natasha Romanoff, her mate, hungrily. Tony and Steve are troubled by this and have questions. Natasha's answer surprises them.