Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100

Warnings for murder, plans of genocide and rape.

I promise everything is going to be alright

Part one

The killings

Clarke Griffin, age twenty-five, with long, pale white-blonde hair, and bright sky-blue eyes, dressed in black clothing and a black jacket with blue stripes down the sleeves, remembered those words well. "I promise everything is going to be alright." Those were the last words Jake Griffin had ever said to his young daughter, before he had been executed-flushed out of the airlock like garbage.

Those words she would always remember, no matter how many years she lived.

She hated those words. Yet she loved them. She somehow found herself being incredibly reassured whenever she heard those words. She hated that she felt comforted by those words now.

That was why, when she heard those words said to her by her romantic partner soulmates and her familial soulmates, as they controlled her life, killed the people that had hurt her, she wished she wasn't so comforted by them, by those words.

Natasha Romanoff, the romantic partner soulmate of Clarke's that Clarke was closest to, had learned from Clarke what those last words from Jake Griffin to Clarke had been, and Natasha would always use those words against Clarke, trying to calm her little girl down.

It scared Clarke that Natasha knew how to use those words against her. And it scared her even more that it genuinely warmed her when Natasha said those words to her.

Worse, Clarke always felt herself calmed at how Natasha manipulated her. Because she knew that when Natasha manipulated her, it was entirely out of love.

Clarke had been manipulated. So many times.

But none of those times had been out of love. Out of true love or true affection.

But Natasha?

No, Natasha always manipulated strictly out of love for Clarke.

And while it scared Clarke, it also reassured her, soothed her.

It scared her that it soothed her, but it soothed her, nonetheless.

But tonight, Clarke's jaw dropped as she saw the decapitated body of one of the many people that had hurt her-Gustus, one of the Commander's dogs, it struck her cold in the heart. Titus's decapitated body laid next to Gustus's body.

Both of them had been close to the Commander. But now that Clarke had swayed most of the tribes to her side, and had inconvenienced the commander, really anyone could have done anything they wanted to Gustus and Titus.

But anyone hadn't done this to Gustus or Titus, had they?

This had been done to the two of them by Natasha and the others. Clarke didn't even need to smell Natasha and the others' scents to know that it had been them that had done this.

She just knew.

And when Natasha had shown up in the doorway of the Floukru building, where Clarke had found Titus and Gustus's decapitated corpses, Clarke had felt her heart fall at the realization of what Natasha and the others had done.

Natasha, practically a decade and a half older than her submissive, with thick, full, shining dark red hair that went a few inches past her shoulders and amused green eyes, dressed all in her Black Widow outfit, had just smiled at Clarke and had said those words that had sent warmth and fear through Clarke's body. The same words that Clarke's daddy, Jake Griffin had said to her before his execution.

Natasha Romanoff said, "I promise everything is going to be alright, Clarke."

Clarke shook her head, shivering, despite the warmth that Natasha had sent through her chest.

"Nat," she said, unable to keep the nervousness out of her voice, "What did you and the others do?"

Natasha tilted her head, a smirk on her lips as she looked down at the very dead Gustus and Titus. "You really want to know that?" She said, chuckling, "Niylah? One of your other romantic partner soulmates? She gave us clearance to do what we wanted with Gustus and Titus. We cut their heads off. You look troubled that we did that."

Clarke swallowed hard, shivering again.

Shit, shit, shit.

They had lied to her. They had promised they wouldn't kill anyone in her name. But then had killed Gustus and Titus behind her back.

They had done it for her.

For her. No one else. For her.

This suddenly explained everything. All the deaths that had happened recently? All the deaths of the people that had hurt her in some way or other? And there was no suspect found? It had been her soulmates.

Her romantic partner soulmates and familial soulmates. It had all been them!

But why?

"Why?" Clarke couldn't stop herself from asking.

"Why?" Natasha echoed, still smirking, then looking at Clarke, "I think you know. For you. As I'm sure you know. Titus and Gustus hurt you. They deserved it. Now, the Commander, Lexa, will wage war against the Ark camp and no one else, thinking it was them that killed Gustus and Titus. She will attack, being unaware of what we've done. I did it for you, malen'kiy. You know that, don't you?"

Clarke winced. Yes, she knew that.

Natasha continued, as if Clarke hadn't winced, "All the people who ever hurt you; Bellamy and Octavia Blake, your mother, Abby, Kane, Miller, Murphy, Raven, Jasper; they'll all be killed by Lexa's hand, because she thinks they had a hand in killing Gustus and Titus."

"But why did you do it for me?" Clarke asked Natasha.

Natasha chuckled, looking slightly offended by the question. "Why for you?" She echoed again, "Because I love you, devushka. Surely you know that by now."

Clarke tensed up. Because yes, she knew that. How could she not know that?

That made it even worse, didn't it?

Natasha loved her.

Loved her more than anything.

Maybe even more than the redhead loved the Barton family.

Maybe even more than Natasha loved Yelena, her baby sister.

But Clarke would never ask her to choose between them and her.

However, she knew that Natasha loved her deeply.

Loved her enough to kill out of revenge for her.

Clarke almost snorted.

Natasha loved her enough to avenge her. Clarke almost laughed at that.

It was one of those things that really shouldn't have been so funny, but was.

But Clarke could still feel her skin becoming cold and crawling as she shook her head, backing away.

Natasha neared her and Clarke almost whimpered, "Please stay away."

"Stop me then, if you don't want me here," Natasha practically purred.

When Clarke shuddered, terrified at the very suggestion of laying her hands in any combative way against her dominant mate, Natasha chuckled as she walked closer, tracking Clarke, eventually backing the blonde up against the wall, hands caging Clarke in as they laid against the wall on either side of Clarke's head and leaned in.

Clarke could have gotten away, technically. She was faster and stronger. She could have run. But she didn't.

Staring into Natasha's beautiful green eyes, was like being under the control of a seductive snake.

Natasha's eyes hypnotized her with their dominance, as they always did.

And Clarke, as always, was helpless to one of her romantic partner soulmates' whims. She was unable to do anything, as Natasha leaned in, smirking and caught Clarke's lips with her own, tongue completely dominating Clarke's as she kissed the younger woman deeply.

Normally, Clarke would enjoy the power her mates had over her.

Now? Now, felt dread over her reactions, horror that she still was relishing her own submission.

But she couldn't do anything else.

Against Natasha and the rest of Clarke's mates' dominance and love? It didn't matter that Clarke was physically strong enough to easily overpower them.

In the face of this woman, Clarke was powerless to do anything except submit to Natasha's will.

As Natasha pulled back from Clarke's mouth and began to lower herself, trailing hot, wet kisses and bits and licks to Clarke's neck, shoulders, chest, stomach and lower, opening up Clarke's pants, Clarke's eyes closed, mind crushing pleasure flooding her as she felt that ruthless tongue enter her and felt a thumb rub against her clit continually.

She was physically strong enough to stop Natasha. But she couldn't. because in front of Natasha and any of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates, what else could she do but submit to the pleasure and love?

No one would be coming in anytime soon. Which would be giving Natasha and Clarke plenty of time alone together.

Clarke's moans and broken sobs filled the room for hours, accompanied by Natasha's loving coos and gentle praises as she thrust her fingers and tongue in and out of her love for hours, straddling Clarke's thigh and rubbing her own clit and cunt against Clarke again and again, bringing herself to pleasure as she violated her submissive Clarke, knowing that Clarke loved every moment of it.

Author's note

I wanted to do something different and much more messed up.

Any Clexa fan reading this who might be easily triggered; meaning all Clexa fans, (snorts derisively) Lexa's fine. She's just going to be tricked into killing all of the Ark people, because she thinks they're responsible for the deaths of Gustus and Titus.

For background information, I wrote this ages ago, when I first started writing my fics, but more or less forgot about it. In case anyone wonders why it's rushed and not that good.

I've edited it somewhat, since I like how SoaringHurricane writes Clarke and Natasha's bond.