Clarke can't deal with the guilt she is carrying from the events at Mount Weather. Can Lexa help her through or will this burden stay with her forever? Set after Clarke leaves Camp Jaha S2 Ep16

Basically what I hope happens after part one of the finale (of the 100). I love the idea of Clarke and Lexa so they're going to be endgame in this. This is basically just to take the sting off of Lexa's betrayal. Whoops, spoiler! There will be more of those in here.

After Abby realizes that Jaha may use his executive powers to float Clarke before her 18th birthday, she and Raven scrape together a pod and send Clarke down to earth a bit before the 100 is sent down. This will mainly be in Clarke's point of view, but there might be some chapters later on from Lexa's POV. Highest Ranking: #1 in Fanfiction

What would have happened if Lexa had met Clarke before she sent her warriors to kill the 100? Highest rank: #40 in Fanfiction (5/24/16)

This is a Clexa fanfiction. If you want to read awesome if not leave now. This takes place after mount weather. Clarke and Lexa have many problems. Things after them and things being hid. Will their relationship be able to survive through it all? Read and find out

*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for witchcraft and wizardry. All should be well...but from the moment they enter Hogwarts Castle, the identical boys are met with high expectations, troublesome situations, a mystery fifty years in the making, and their ever-imminent expulsion. Aided by two classmates and using their newfound aptitude toward mischief-making, the twins are compelled to resolve the mystery in order to avoid being ejected from the school and excluded from practicing magic for the rest of their lives. =================== :: #55 in Fanfiction (Highest) :: Updates for FRED AND GEORGE AND THE TOILERS OF TROUBLE: Every single day, unless I've lost my marbles or I bite the dust (or some other witty, fateful idiom), until Book 7 is complete. :: Spoilers, overt negativity/hostility, and self-promotion will be deleted. :: Expect Book 2 later this year! :: MCliffordAuthor on Twitter/Instagram/Snapchat/Facebook :: This transformative work of fiction (fan fiction) is based on the creations of series author, J.K. Rowling (JKR). Portions of the text were inspired by the writings of JKR, but much is original content by author, M. Clifford. The story is non-commercial, posted without authorization or permission from JKR, and is not in any way affiliated with the Harry Potter franchise. All original content is copyright M. Clifford, 2002.

(THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE SHORTS BOOK) Just a bunch of short stories of the Foolish Five as F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Along with some random one shot type things. And some headcanon things. And yes, Nevaeh is still alive. This description sucks, but just read it. Trust me. You'll like it. *~* It's going to be split into three sections. 1) The Foolish Five as F.R.I.E.N.D.S (So basically just the five as the characters from from in random episodes) (This is based after Uni). 2) The Marvellous Misadventures of the Foolish Five. (Just shorts/one shot type things and headcanons about the things the five get up to) (This doesn't have one time setting). 3) Missing Vaeh Hours. (One shots/shorts based after Nevaeh's death). *~* (This is based off my book 'The Girl in the Hoodie')

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.