{Sequel to We're Just Friends} idk how to do descriptions but it's basically Clarke and Lexa after high school. ik that's a shitty description and i'm sorry but yeah. warning there's smut...a lot of poorly written and cringeworthy smut. also i don't proofread so sorry for any mistakes.

Gifs imagines with Alycia and her characters. Enjoy.

{TW: Mentions and contains homicide, suicide, rape, sexual harassment, gore, violence, etc} We call ourselves the Guardians of the Alycia Debnam-Carey {GTADC}. An organization started by few in attempts to make sure nothing happened to the Alycia Debnam-Carey. This is the story... {Dedicated to all those who commented on a comment I made on a story} A.D.C x You

Her name was Ally Lawson, her hair was blonde and her style was pink. She loved romance movies and doing her makeup, she was the exact opposite of Me. Though, despite the fact she was my opposite, she became my weakness, my heart, the very thing that controlled my mind. I suppose that is what happens when, you meet your mate... {{{{{{{{|{GIRL X GIRL MATES}}}}}}}}}} A story. that ended the way relationships do. Not tied up in a perfect bow. Things left unsaid. Read with caution, bc the author lost passion. Just as lovers do.

"I already told you. I'm yours, and you're mine. No matter what anybody tells me." - Lexa becoming Commander wasn't something that Y/N was entirely looking forward to... in fact, she was dreading it. And having brought her worries to her girlfriend straightforwardly, Y/N had been reassured by Lexa: she wasn't going to change. But could Lexa keep that promise, or would she be forced to change in order to look after her people?

When a murder shakes her tiny village, Alera will discover a horrifying link between the scars on her arms and the werewolves and vampires that stalk her home. ***** Nineteen-year-old Alera has grown up in the village of Adaymos, listening to stories about the monsters that live in the forest that surround her home. Labelled an outcast because of the scars on her arm, she's an easy scapegoat after one of the villagers is found murdered, but when newcomer Will is framed instead she's forced to question everything she knows about the mysterious outsider. Could he really be the killer? Or is he hiding more about the werewolves and vampires that live in the forest -- and the truth behind Alera's scars -- than he lets on? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

As an Omega, the lowest-rank werewolf in any pack, Claire is confident her smoking hot Alpha can't be her mate. But she's wrong -- not just about him, but also about her place in the werewolf world. ***** Adopted into a family of Omegas, the lowest-ranking werewolves in the Mistwood Valley pack, eighteen-year-old Claire Masters is more concerned with her schoolwork and her adorable little brother than pandering to pack politics. But when Nathanial Groves, the pack's inescapably attractive Alpha, steps into her life, her entire world is thrown into disarray. Because Claire can't help feeling drawn to him -- irresistibly so -- and it's distracting her from the growing danger looming over her town and her family. A mate is the last thing she has time for, but can Nate be ignored? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Clexa one shots from the other stories I'm writing and just some that I randomly think of! Due to the lack of Clexa Smut on Wattpad I have come to the rescue! Enjoy! :)

❝ there's nothing i can see; darkness becomes me... ❞ （ story by tommysmiller ) （ until dawn; female oc ） （ cover by elenafishers_ ）