Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for manipulation and unhealthy relationships and definitely rape

Put in some characters here from Crimson MirrorGlass's Azgeda Chronicles.

Let us envelop you

Clarke had been unused to such an accommodating town. Throughout her life, she was unused to anyone in general just listen to her.

Clarke Griffin had grown up in another town, far away from this one. The town she was in now, was called "Westview." It seemed odd. But towns had been called weirder.

The town where Clarke had grown up, had been called, "Cardinal," and it had been the worst place Clarke had ever lived in.

Her mother had seen her as a waste of space. Her mother's two boyfriends, Marcus Kane and Bellamy Blake, had happily fed into her drug and booze habit.

Clarke wished she could have felt pity for her mother, but she could not.

Her mother might have had issues, but that didn't excuse her neglect or verbal abuse to her child.

Bellamy's younger sister, Octavia, always made Clarke feel bad. Raven, Murphy, Miller, Jasper-a few of Bellamy's friends, were happy to do the same.

Bellamy had alluded a few times to wanting to cut Clarke's hand off.

It was when Clarke understood when she was thirteen years old, that she had to get out of the town. Had to.

If she didn't? She might not survive.

So, she had run.

For almost two years, she'd lived on the streets, stayed in train stations and kept out of human sight, stealing food and water and money.

She was ashamed of it, but everyone did what they had to do to survive.

And she needed to get away from the people that hurt her.

Then she had ended up here, in Westview.

She had been fifteen years old when she had ended up in this town.

The town? It was difficult to describe, but the residents here? They all had treated her well.

They were kind, friendly, polite.

They practically welcomed Clarke with open arms.

Clarke hadn't known what to make of all these people. But they were nice enough.

And another important feature? They made sure she had all the food, fresh water and money she could need.

She even got a job and worked, earning money for clothes, new shoes, food and water and a home.

The council of the people that ruled this town? A group made up of thirty people, plus their underlings, treated Clarke as if she was the most precious person in the world.

And you know, under most circumstances, that might tell someone to run away fast, because it felt cultlike.

But when you grew up the way that Clarke grew up? It was hard to run away from something that looked like it could be everything that you could ever possibly have wanted.

Living in Westview was startlingly cheap. You wouldn't think living in the town would be so easy to live in and cheap, given how nice everything was, but Clarke wasn't going to judge a very good gift given to her, seemingly out of the very sky itself.

Five years went by.

Clarke was twenty years old, when she started realizing that all the suspicions she'd had about the town, were true.

There were oddities here and there throughout the town. No one seemed to leave the town, and only occasional people like herself, came into the town.

And when they did come into the town? These people would be outsiders-not just to the town, but people who were treated like outsiders in other places, as well.

Runaways, scavengers, homeless people.

The "unwanted" it seemed, were taken in by this town. And the more people that came in, the more the town somehow seemed to expand without people even noticing.

Clarke started questioning it, silently, anyway.

She had no explanation for it, but tried to ignore it.

But by the age of twenty, she could no longer ignore it.

Especially when she was beginning to notice something odd. The murders were what at last caused her to become fully suspicious.

No one in Westview left, but they watched the news.

There was a news story on the TV that Clarke watched and on the news? It announced that several people in the town of Cardinal had been found dead, their bodies torn apart while they were still alive.

Clarke recognized the names of the victims announced on the news.

Abby Griffin, Marcus Kane, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Raven Reyes, Jasper Jordan, Nathan Miller, John Murphy, Atom Worth, Dax Summers-several others.

Clarke gasped, watching from where she was seated on her sofa, her right hand that gripped her fork, scraping up some of her food, frozen.

She didn't understand how this could happen. She felt no sadness, of course.

But she still didn't understand it.

What could possibly have happened to lead to this.

Clarke then noticed a figure to her right, in the corner of the room, a woman.

A woman that she recognized.

Tall, pale, with long, black hair and brown eyes.

Clarke recognized her. One of the members of the town's council. Hela.

Hela asked, smirking almost predatorily, "Are you pleased, my love?"

Clarke blinked, startled, then gasped, when Hela disappeared.

Hela was there one moment, then gone the next.

Clarke stood up, looking around.

Hela was not here. It occurred to Clarke that Hela perhaps had never been in the room. And that Hela had never been here.

Clarke let out a small laugh. She knew that she had to be losing it.

The next day, she tried to forget about what she'd seen. She told herself that Kane, Abby, Bellamy, Octavia and the others' deaths had all been a coincidence.

That they had been killed by a gang or maybe some bear that somehow got into the house with them.

Nothing to be concerned about.

Clarke went through the town, smiling and waving to her friends here.

Wells Jaha, Finn Collins, Lincoln Russell, Mario Bianchi, Frank Gomez, Bobbi Shaffer, Parker Reed, Beryl Guo and the others.

Clarke hadn't thought she'd succeed in making friends here, but she had.

When she reached her job, one of her coworkers and other friends, Hodge, smiled and greeted her as he cleaned off the counter.

Clarke asked him, absentmindedly, "Hey, Hodge?"

"Hmm?" Hodge asked, turning to her and Clarke took a breath as she asked her question.

"Have you ever noticed something weird about this town?" She inquired.

Hodge smiled and Clarke had a feeling she was going to get a mixed answer.

"I know that this town can be weird," Hodge confessed, "I know. But the way I see it? It gives us everything we could ever want. A place to stay, comfort, food, homes, a chance to make friends and date. And it doesn't allow violence or misogyny or racism or homophobia or all that other bullshit. So, if it's that ideal? Should we question it?"

Clarke nodded.

Deep down, she knew that Hodge while technically being right, didn't necessarily have infallible advice here. Yes, all this was ideal-but something just felt off about this place.

She wasn't even sure she knew what that something was.

Even before she thought she'd seen Hela last night? She had the feeling that something had been off.

Something was just off about this town, and she couldn't really be sure what it was.

But as she couldn't name what it was, she went to work.

A few hours later, some of the councilmembers of the town, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James Rhodes-Rhodey, he was called, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff and Thor Odinson, approached, smiling.

"Ms. Griffin," Tony greeted, smiling with that smile that told literally everyone that Tony thought he was more beguiling than he was, "Hello, how are you today?"

Clarke shrugged, smiling. "I'm alright, thank you," she responded, "How are all of you?"

"We're doing well," Wanda said, answering for all of them, "We were hoping you would speak with us a moment."

"Of course," Clarke said, "How can I help all of you today?"

"Well," Steve said, giving a smile that actually was beguiling, "We were hoping that you would have dinner with us. You aren't obligated to, of course. There's no pressure. It's not like we'll say you can't live here anymore or make your life more difficult if you say 'no.' But we're hoping you'll join us for dinner."

Clarke frowned. Okay, now she was a bit confused.

The councilmembers had never requested her presence for dinner before.

Yes, Clarke had interacted with them before; they always had treated her very carefully and kindly, but they had never requested something like her joining them for dinner before.

Why were they asking? Yes, it was reassuring to hear from Steve that there was no pressure, and no threat of her being thrown out of the town or being treated badly if she didn't go to dinner with them, but she still had so many questions.

Still, she supposed the only way she'd find out, was by going to dinner with them as they requested.

"Yeah, sure," she said, "It would be a pleasure. Thank you."

All of the people in front of her smiled at this. They thanked her and said they'd see her later on that night.

When they left, Clarke looked at Hodge and his eyebrows went up, letting Clarke know that he was just as lost as she was about what the hell had just happened.

That night, Clarke got ready.

She had never been to dinner with important officials before.

She had been to romantic dinners before with some people in town, before things ended.

But never to dinner with officials.

So, she hadn't exactly known how to dress.

She cursed quietly, angry with herself for not asking how she should have dressed for the occasion.

Still, she made an educated guess.

These were the officials of the town. But they, from what Clarke had observed? Were not so uptight.

They dressed nicely, but not so much that you'd expect them on the magazine cover of "the snobbiest asses" in the world.

So, in other words, what Clarke could perhaps take away from that, was that she should wear something more nice, but not so nice that you'd expect to see it being worn by someone at Buckingham Palace.

She grabbed the nicest things she had-which without question, most definitely were not articles of clothing that people would wear at Buckingham Palace.

She wore nicer shoes and everything. Her pants weren't jeans, they were sleeker than normal, but still casual.

She locked her house up and headed to the very large house where all of the councilmembers lived.

She reached the door and rang the doorbell, waiting.

She didn't need to wait long.

The door was answered and a man in a suit smiled to her and nodded.

He said to her, "Ah, Ms. Griffin. We have been waiting for you. I am Jarvis. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Clarke thanked him as he came in.

Jarvis closed the door and led her down the hall to where the councilmembers and their associates were in the far back room, surrounding a table.

Clarke was greeted with a series of smiles.

"Hello, Clarke," Ms. Pepper Potts said, "We're so pleased that you could join us." She gestured to an empty seat, "Please sit down."

Clarke made her way cautiously over to the chair and sat down in it and she faced them, smiling.

"Hello," she said, "I'm happy to be here, and I'm sorry if I'm being rude, but I am wondering why I'm here for dinner."

"We will get to that, of course," Hela Odinsdotter said, smirking and Clarke shivered, almost thinking a moment that perhaps the older woman knew that Clarke had seen her last night in her house. But she dismissed it quickly.

Because Hela had not been in Clarke's home. Clarke had been hallucinating.

There was no other explanation.

"But first," Loki Laufeyson, Hela's adoptive brother said, "Food."

The councilmembers' associates left the room and returned a few moments later with large plates and bowls and placed those bowls and plates down onto the table before Clarke and the councilmembers.

Clarke instantly felt her stomach growl at the enticing scents coming from the food.

Steamed vegetables, fresh fruit, baked ham, stuffed, roasted chicken.

All of it practically screamed, "eat me instantly with your hands."

Clarke kept her hands restrained, as the silverware and napkins were placed down onto the table.

Clarke glanced at the associates of the councilmembers.

She knew these peoples' names, Eddie Brock, Sif and Jane Foster, Peggy Carter, Dottie Underwood, Anne Weying, Dan Lewis, Scott Lang, Hope van Dyne-several others.

She smiled and thanked them.

Clarke stiffened when she noticed the smirks she was given from them. Something about those smirks struck her as lecherous.

When the silverware, napkins and cups full of drinks were all placed down onto the table and Clarke was given room, Natasha Romanoff said, "Please eat, Clarke. Go ahead."

Clarke nodded to them and thanked them quickly, then beginning to grab her fork and scoop things up onto her plate and began to eat with fervor.

When Clarke was stuffed full of food, including dessert, water and some booze, Clarke smiled and thanked the councilmembers profusely, but then added, "Okay, I'm sorry to go back to this, but um…why am I here tonight for dinner?"

Several of the councilmembers; Laura Barton-Clint Barton's wife, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro Maximoff-Wanda's brother, Sam, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Elektra Natchios, Hela, Sylvie-Hela and Thor's adoptive sister and Loki's twin sister-all of them smiled.

"Clarke," Wanda said, deciding to start the explanation first, "We decided we need some time until we should tell you what was going on. We have a town here that's open to those that aren't usually wanted, as I'm sure you've noticed by now. We created this town for many people, but especially for you. To give you a home. A place where you are wanted and loved."

Clarke furrowed her eyebrows.

"What?" She asked, surprised, "I'm sorry, but you mean that figuratively, right? I was fifteen when I came here. That means that you couldn't have made this town specifically for me."

"Sure we could have," Tony said, snickering and something about that snicker told Clarke that she was dealing with something pretty odd here.

"What do you mean?" Clarke asked, "How? How could you make it specifically for me when I was only fifteen? All this town? How could you make it all that quickly for me?" Clarke said it as a joke, but the seriousness on the faces of all of the councilmembers' faces, wiped the smile from her face.

"How could we?" Thor echoed, "This is how." He reached his large left hand and flicked his fingers slightly, and something slid out of the palm of that hand; a vase. An actual, whole, dark blue vase, made from glossy ceramic material, and it floated down to the table, set down on the table before Thor.

Clarke gasped, lifting herself out of the chair and backing away from the table.

She told herself that the booze was getting to her head-yet she couldn't deny what she had just seen.

A vase materialized out from thin air, from Thor's palm and magically lowered down on top of the table in front of Thor.

"H-how?" She asked weakly, staring at Thor's grinning face.

"Because we can," Pepper said, as if that explained everything, "Many would call us 'magic,' but we're not. We're essentially what might be called 'eldritch abominations.' We are aliens that are capable of manipulating matter all around us. We literally created this town for you, the moment we saw you a year before you came here. Don't you think it's odd that you more or less were led here?"

Clarke stared at Pepper, then backtracked, thinking about how she'd ended up in the town of Westview.

There were all these odd signs around the place when she'd been walking around when she was fifteen, signaling that a safe town called "Westview" was "up ahead."

Signs that Clarke could have sworn, she hadn't seen before.

"I don't understand," Clarke mumbled, "Why…why for me?"

"Because you are ours and we are yours," Frank said coldly, calmly, as if it was the most evident and clear answer on the face of the planet.

Clarke shook her head as she said quickly, "I'm hallucinating. Or dreaming."

"You are not," Bruce promised her, "You are not dreaming. You're very much awake. And you didn't drink enough to hallucinate. We created this town specifically for you. It is yours. You can have everything here. And we have now told you, because we'd like to be a bigger part of your life."

Clarke shivered. What…what did that mean?

Elektra stood up, smirking as she said, "We've done so much to make sure that the life you had before, wouldn't follow you. Watched the news recently?"

Hela smirked up at Elektra as she answered, "Yes, she has, and I can attest to that."

Clarke felt her blood grow cold.

What she had seen last night? It hadn't been a hallucination.

Clarke's mouth dropped.

They had killed her mother, Abby, had killed Kane, had killed Bellamy and Octavia Blake, had killed Raven, Jasper, Miller, Murphy, Atom, Dax and the others.

"You killed all of them," Clarke was certain that she didn't need to say the names of those she was sure the people before her had killed.

"Yes, Clarke," Elektra said, "We did. Are you happy?"

Elektra looked at Clarke with almost a hopeful expression.

Clarke's eyes jumped from Elektra's expression to the expressions of the others at the table.

They all were smiling, hoping she was happy at all of this.

Clarke swallowed, feeling weak.

They…

They had done all this for her? They had created this town for her? Killed all of the people that had treated her badly, for her?

Clarke shook her head, backing away.

"I…," she began, speaking quietly, "I think I need to go…"

The councilmembers showed no sign of pursuing her, however, Clarke heard a loud rustling at her back and heard large things that sounded fleshy, move.

Clarke whirled around, gasping, her eyes becoming wide when she saw what had appeared behind her.

An entire forest of long, thick, huge tentacles, all dark blue, blocking her path.

Clarke gasped, backing away from the writhing, serpentine things, not letting her by.

"Clarke," Bruce said as he got up, "Hope you can forgive us, but we're capable of manipulating things around us. You can't leave. This is your new home."

Clarke slowly turned and stared at the councilmembers and gasped, mind not comprehending.

"What do you want?" She asked, her voice panicked.

"Clarke," Bruce sighed, shrugging, "I think you'd have figured that one out by now. We want you."

Clarke felt fear choking her, but she was only able to let out a small pitiful excuse as she said, "What-what about my things at my house?"

"No need to worry about that," Tony said, "We've transported all of your possessions from your house into your new, very large room in this house for you."

Clarke stared at these people.

Whatever they were? They had to be insane, on top of everything else.

"I'm not staying here with you!" Clarke snapped, not thinking about the large, long sinuous limbs behind her, "I can't!"

"Why not?" Natasha asked, smiling, "We're going to give you everything. Now that you're an adult? We wish to do more than just provide a home for you. We wish to physically pleasure you. But your consent isn't really needed."

Clarke felt slightly ill.

Yelena Belova, supposedly Natasha's adoptive sister, said, standing up, "Clarke, baby, we know this is a lot. But we will be here for you. Don't worry, you'll enjoy it."

The woman sitting next to Yelena, Melina Vostokoff, Yelena and Natasha's adoptive mother, said at Clarke's fear, "There's nothing to be scared of, Clarke. We only did this because we love you. We existed in this world now for over thousands of years. All aliens are meant to fall in love with at least one human. And we fell in love with that human. You."

"What?" Clarke whimpered, backing up, then gasping when she felt the fleshy sensation of the tentacles against her back. She said quickly, "But…how? If you've been around for thousands of years, how can you be meant to fall in love with me? I'm human. I only have another sixty, seventy or so years left to live."

"That can be changed," Bruce assured her, "We simply will change your biology, we are more than capable of doing that."

"What…..?" Clarke's voice was weaker now, and her eyes became wider when she felt things wrap around her ankles.

Then around her wrists.

She gasped, feeling herself being lifted slightly off of the floor.

The councilmembers then got up from their chairs and began to move over to where Clarke was bound.

Clarke gasped again, when she felt her clothes being removed quickly.

She looked behind her, seeing the councilmembers' associates beginning to undress her.

Eddie, Stephen, Christine and the others all snickered at her as they stepped away, eyes roving over her naked body as they moved away.

Clarke looked back at the group and snapped, "What-you're going to rape me now?!"

"We're going to please you ourselves, yes," Natasha said, nodding, "But after we alter you." She and the others looked to their rights and several tentacles slithered upwards from that direction, snaking up along Clarke's naked legs.

Clarke struggled, heart jumping up into her throat with comprehension.

Were they actually going to-?

Clarke gasped when she felt one tentacle each wrapping around one of her breasts, squeezing, as these new tentacles rose up, the tips of two of the fat tentacles pushing up, and slipping into Clarke's cunt.

Clarke screamed, eyes clenching shut, as she felt the tentacles rubbing up against her clit, both tentacles thrusting back, then thrusting up back into her, back and forth, back and forth.

Clarke tried to struggle away, but couldn't get away, as she kept being penetrated by the seemingly hungry tentacles.

She cried out, "Stop-sto!"

But a tentacle slithered up to her face, wrapping around her mouth, mouth blocked by the fatness of the tentacle as the other two tentacles violated her.

She groaned weakly, when she felt a new sensation-the tip of a tentacle, pushing between her ass cheeks.

She struggled anew, but could do nothing, as the tip of the tentacle pushed past the ring of muscle of her asshole.

Being fucked with three tentacles, feeling her clit being stimulated, Clarke felt her eyes roll up in her head, coming hard, clenching around the tentacles.

But the tentacles kept pumping in and out.

When Clarke finally passed out, the blonde was brought to her new room and placed down onto the large bed, and a blanket and sheet was placed over her.

Clarke woke up briefly and mumbled, staring up at the people who had brought her to the bed-the councilmembers who had gotten her raped with large tentacles.

"What did you do to me?" She asked.

"We changed you," Pepper explained, "The venom from those tentacles? They infected you. You will be changing soon. And it wouldn't work with just anyone. It was designed to infect only our human mate. That being you. You are like us now. You will live forever, like us. You will be with us, forever, ruling this town forever."

Clarke knew she needed to resist, but she didn't have the strength to.

Anything she thought of doing, she wouldn't be able to do. She was too weak.

"Don't worry, my love," Elektra informed Clarke, "We'll be here with you for all time."

Clarke lowered her head to the pillow and felt herself slowly drift off to sleep.

Watching Clarke sleep, the ageless aliens looked at each other, smirking.

This town had been made specifically for Clarke, and always would be.

They could feel it. Clarke was changing. She would be immortal like all of them and be with them for always.

And they would give her everything, for all time.

They just hoped Clarke could move past all these silly morals sooner rather than later.