Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100

Warnings for stalking, child abuse and child neglect

It's complicated

Clarke understood almost immediately, when she met her mates, that her relationship with them, was going to be complicated.

When you realize you've been stalked by the same people almost your whole life and that they considered you their soulmate, things were definitely going to be complicated.

Clarke didn't even need to find out what their histories were, to know that her relationship with them, would be complicated.

And this prediction came true in every way, the first time she called Diana "mommy."

Clarke had almost fainted when she realized she'd called Diana that. Yes, Diana more or less told her to call her that. But it didn't change that it was really embarrassing.

Yeah, Clarke felt heat travel right to between her legs when she had called Diana that, turned on completely, but it didn't change that it was fucking embarrassing. It was one of the first times she and Diana had sex together.

And Diana insisted on Clarke calling her "mommy."

Clarke still wasn't sure how to figure that all out. Yeah, she knew that the whole "mommy kink," thing was real. But she never thought she would end up participating in it.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Really, she didn't. It was just, she hadn't realized that referring to an older, dominant woman, as "mommy," would get such a reaction out of her. She hadn't realized until she had called Diana that, that she actually had a mommy kink.

It was strange; she was stalked by vampires for years, protected by them and supposedly their soulmate. But the strangest thing to her in all this? Was that she had a mommy kink.

She at first was slightly ashamed. Because what would her mother think? Not her biological mother. She hated Abby. Hated her. But Laura Barton? Clarke's loving adoptive mother? What would she think?

Yes, at first, Clarke was angry at Clint and Laura Barton. Because she was sure that neither of them ever had loved her. They had adopted her because they were told to adopt her.

That was what she'd thought at the time, anyway.

But they loved her. They took her in because they loved her.

Would her mother, Laura, think less of her for that?

When Clarke actually had wondered this question out loud to Melina, one time when Melina was holding her close, as Clarke sat in her lap and they were looking out over the mountains a few miles from the Barton house, and Melina had laughed, surprising Clarke.

Melina had smirked as she said, "Clarke, do you really think it's like that? Having a mommy kink, doesn't mean that you're sexually interested in your mother. Tell me, are you? You have any interest at all in Laura? Or do you feel that way about Abby, even if she's dead?"

Clarke had paled at that thought. No, she had never felt sexually attracted to Laura. That was creepy. That was her mom!

And Abby? Yuck. Clarke had no feelings except disgust for that woman. That was a complete ex-nay.

Seeing the look on Clarke's face, Melina nodded as she answered, "There is your answer, moya lyubov'. You have no sexual desire for either the mother that betrayed you, or for the mother that was there for you. There's nothing for you to be ashamed of. Having a mommy kink doesn't make you disloyal to Laura. And it has nothing to do with mothers."

Clarke bit her lower lip. She wasn't sure she bought that last part.

Because…the way she felt when she called her lovers "mommy," or how they referred to themselves as her "mommies," always did something else than just made her very sexually excited. It made her feel warm, comforted, protected, loved.

It made her feel like a small child that was going to be taken care of.

That definitely sounded suspicious to her.

Clarke said, feeling awkward, "I'm not sure if it's that simple. I definitely feel like…honestly, I'm not even sure how to describe it."

Melina smiled, leaning close and kissing Clarke's forehead. "Don't worry about it, sweet girl," she said, "We're happy, you're happy. And you don't feel anything like that for Laura. You are betraying no one."

Clarke nodded, but still wasn't convinced.

Days went by and Clarke, while calling her various mates, "mommy" when they made love to her, what she had discussed with Melina, still bothered her.

She knew she shouldn't have done it, but she approached Laura about this.

If anyone asked, yes, she was very much being stupid. But it just wouldn't stop bothering her.

She made sure none of the younger kids were around when she asked. Actually, she made sure that none of her family members, save for Laura, were in the kitchen with her at all, when she asked.

She carefully, slowly, feeling sweat prickle at the back of her neck as she spoke, asked her mother about the whole "mommy kink" thing.

She watched, feeling like she had something stuck in her throat when Laura stiffened her hand around her coffee mug.

Then Laura did something that startled Clarke, she laughed.

Clarke blinked, startled.

Laura's laugh died down and she said, smiling at her adoptive daughter, "Clarke, you don't have to worry about that. That's nothing. I know that you don't feel that way about me or anything like that. That sort of…thing, isn't about literal mothers. It's about trusting a partner wholly, and completely. You're trusting them to take care of you. You're not doing anything that's remotely close to incest, Clarke, you don't need to feel worried about that."

Clarke nodded, but still felt extremely self-conscious. Then again, she was discussing a sex thing with her mother. And that would make just about any child of a parent, adopted or not, feel awkward.

Laura smiled at Clarke, figuring out that Clarke was feeling self-conscious. "We don't have to talk about that," Laura assured her, "But just understand, your kinks have nothing to do with actual mothers or fathers. Clarke, don't feel guilty about what you do with your mates. You owe no one any explanation about what you do with them."

Clarke smiled, slightly relieved, despite how awkward this entire conversation was.

It was good to hear that her mother didn't think less of her because of what she did with her mates.

Still, it made her feel self-conscious. It didn't change, however, that when she was placed on Diana's lap, when Diana was kissing her throat, when Wanda and Natasha had their hands between her legs and she was sucking on Hela's tit, feeling Dinah and Helena hold her legs open, the only thought in her head, when she felt her clit being stroked and felt herself descending into an ocean of pleasure, was, (mommy!)

All fear of judgment, all memories of her birth mother mistreating her, ignoring her every chance that woman got, left her.

All that was left, was love.