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

La petite mort. "Little death." That was the translation. Something Natasha finds amusing as she is about to have her way with Clarke. How fitting, since she intends to give Clarke many "little deaths" before the night's through.

he knows that what she is doing is wrong. But if it keeps Clarke from knowing any more loss? Natasha will do it. It is why she doesn't feel that much regret, when she strikes a match over where the Pym particles are.

Anger almost always was fueled by one thing-pain. Yelena Belova knows this. How Yelena reacts to finding out that her sister has been with her, Natasha and Melina's shared mate all this time.

"Does this please you, my love?" The werewolf asked, her huge paw pressing its palm against Clarke's chin, Abby's blood coating Clarke's mouth. Clarke shuddered at the scent, knowing she should be repulsed, but only felt one thing. Elation.

Clarke could claim that she was heartless all she wanted. Natasha was happy to combat that belief. One night of passion after another.

Clarke really wanted to curse at herself for her stupidity, but instead, felt the answer to Natasha's question coming out against her will. And again, she wasn't going to stop this and use her safe word, because she knew the rewards would outweigh any frustration she felt. This was going to be a long night.

Clarke stared up at Natasha, "The two are interchangeable to me," Clarke said, unable to think of anything else to say, "You and love. There's no difference to me." She would obey her goddess. She could not tell Natasha what she wanted to tell her. But her goddess would get at least one thing that she was entitled to. And that was Clarke's absolute and unwavering submission.

Before Clarke Griffin's mates choose to abduct her from Los Angeles, they know they most make it clear for their allies and employees to behave themselves. After all, Clarke means more to them than anyone in the entire world. And not even pomegranate seeds will be needed to keep her with the people that love her.

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.

Clarke lives a solitary life, trying to avoid people finding out about a specific ability she has. She can read peoples' minds. Amongst having other abilities. But when she hears the particularly violent thoughts of a group of people out to commit murder, what is she to do?

Five of Clarke's mates have a proposition for her. And it involves Natasha being at the center of it, so, how could Clarke not say yes?

Clarke is introduced to yet another dom, who wants to make Clarke pleased. Peggy Carter. And as soon as Clarke meets this gorgeous woman? How can she refuse?

"We have you now. Have you where we want you. In our grasp. There's nothing to be afraid of, Clarke. Please, don't be. We'd never do anything to actually hurt you. We know how frightening this all must be. Twenty-seven strangers that are your mates, demanding your attention, having captured you and held you in a room akin to a fortress. But we promise, we are trying to help.

Story about goku vs Superman very unoriginal

They get stuck in a cavern and then get send to the future what would if Hiccup and his friends with their dragons meet Harry Potter and his friends what happen if they met.

All things considered, Clarke, Natasha, Carol and Maria, were certainly having a pleasurable night together.

Years before the Ark fails, a man, named Jake Griffin, is sent down to Earth. He returns to the Ark, with a baby, of all things. Years later, Clarke, now a part of the Ark is sent down to the Earth alone, if it means that her father won't be killed. During her time there, she learns who her mates are-and learns of the Lovecraftian creatures that consider Clarke one of their own.

Clarke has complicated feelings about Fury and is very protective of Natasha. Which is why Clarke still has some anger to get past. But Natasha is very helpful with that.

This is just inarticulate and meaningless smut.

Can be seen as part of my tributes to the vampire story of WolfHowlRunner61. Swans mate for life; this is something that Clarke is aware of, and she is aware that like everything else, her soulmates like to dirty that thought up, just to make the game all the sweeter.

Clarke always liked the smell of lilacs. They calmed her. There was so little about her life that was calming. And Natasha coming along with some lilacs in her hands for Clarke, any temperamental or violent thoughts Clarke might have, flee her.

There is an issue that Clarke has. It involves blood. Natasha wants Clarke to experience intimacy of drinking her mate's blood, since Clarke, whatever she is, needs to drink blood. Clarke refuses. Natasha has an answer to this problem. But she knows she is going to betray Clarke to do it.

Natasha and Clarke go ice skating. That's it. That's all that happens. Domestic fluff and nothing else. Just rating it "T" for some talk in the story.

"I'm sorry," Clarke said quietly, "I know I can be…a lot sometimes." Clarke Griffin again gets angry, but it leads to a discussion about Clarke realizing how Natasha affects her. And Natasha is happy to press her advantage.