Natasha said, her words a warning, "So if it's not okay to brand me, why is it forgivable to harm yourself in any way?" Clarke is curious about how to permanently hurt herself, since she heals so fast. Natasha is extremely troubled by Clarke's curiosity.

Clarke runs from her murderous lovers. But she'll never get far enough away from them.

Time to play the most immoral game of Clue in the world! Who...had their way with Clarke and where and with what? Part of "The foreboding words on your arm."

Clarke understands that it's a sign of how deranged she herself is, but she agrees with Bruce about one thing-with her mates, there is no place she'd rather be.

More NSFW Alphabet fun. More looks at what Clarke and her mates get up to. Bizarrely, not much of it involving a flogger...(Read to understand that one)

While Clarke's mates are out for the evening, the...babysitters are there with her. That being Peggy Carter, Eddie Brock, Dottie Underwood-and they are more than happy to provide some...entertainment for Clarke, for the night.

Natasha wrapped herself around Clarke from behind, her and Diana in a layer of warmth and flesh, holding her captive. Natasha purred in Clarke's right ear, "It's alright, Clarke, you're safe. We're going to make sure you can never get away. And you'll never have a reason to want to get away."

The town of Westview, New Jersey, a seemingly too perfect town, that welcomes outsiders like Clarke, herself. There's honestly nothing wrong with this town. But Clarke can't stop the feeling that there's something off. Especially about the town's that are pleased that she's there-and intend for her to never leave. Warnings are in the author's note at the beginning.

After the marriage between Clarke and her mates, the ceremony ends with Clarke being forced to be pleased. But the night is not over, even after Clarke loses consciousness and wakes up later that night.

Clarke wakes up to get ready for the day, when she gets a surprise. (Part of "The foreboding words on your arm," side stories.)

AU future fic. Clarke has been caught again by a special police force for selling drugs. But these officers have something else in mind besides Clarke spending time in jail. And no, Clarke doesn't have a choice about what form of...rehabilitation, she is to be subjected to. Warnings in the author's note at the beginning of the story.

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 always has had a fascination with Natasha's hourglass symbol. Natasha takes notice.

A promise was a promise. This was something Clarke Griffin had come to live by. And when the queen gave Clarke exactly what it was she asked for, when it came to the protection of her mates? Could Clarke really refuse, when she gave a promise?

Clarke, being the stubborn woman she is, refuses to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. Her mates, however, have an idea about what to do about that. That being? Having their way with her till she's unconscious.

After Clarke Griffin has been a brat and has messed with some of the other heroes on a mission, Natasha, Maria and Dinah all decide to punish her. Clarke can't say she doesn't love the punishment. Not one bit.

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.

The final of the Self-made NSFW alphabet list-for the time being. Eyebrows bounce up.

What did you do when you were an angry kid and you weren't allowed anywhere near the parent that you loved the most. Usually, you were left stewing in your own rage. And that was where Clarke Griffin was, when her mother insisted that they were to move to California so that her mother could be with Markus Kane. Unfortunately for Abby, some people after Clarke, have other plans.

"It'll be okay," Clarke said to Natasha. Natasha pushed back her tears. She wanted to believe what Clarke said. And in her three lovers' arms, breathing in their smell, she could almost believe it.

Clarke could feel the blood leaving her. She knew she was going to die soon. Then she heard screams. She heard a woman's voice speak softly, "Oh, moya lyubov'," and "Don't worry, moya serdtse, you're safe now." (Roughly inspired by WolfHowlRunner61's fics)

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 an idea I had

Clarke Griffin's soulmates will do anything that will fulfill her desires, this she has known for a long time. However, when her mates walk in on her watching something...illicit, to say the least, she is asked the question of whether or not she would like to have certain...fantasies filled out.

Almost as soon as they smelled the homeless young woman in the alleyway, they knew she was their mate. Unfortunately, she will not be taken with them without a fight. And not with trying to tear their throats out first. Vampire fic.