One shots, drabbles, and short musings. Mainly Spock/Uhura focused. Mainly fluffy and cute.

Small favors born out of sheer necessity (part I, part II) forge a unique intimacy (part III, part IV, part V, part VI) that brings forth intense chemistry (part VII, part VIII). Or, how Bellamy & Clarke take their time falling in love, with some cameos by other favorites in the The 100.

It isn't the first time since the rescue from Mount Weather that they've been invited to a grounder festival, but it's the first time they've been asked to participate.

Nothing else matters except for the fact that she loves him, all of him, secrets and scars, daylight and dark – has loved him for a long time, denied it for a lot longer, tried her best to ignore it, fight it, bury it, but can't anymore. Bellamy/Clarke.

'The woman frowned. "Are you okay? 'Cause you look like you might cry." Bellamy sighed. "No, I'm fine, I just…really wanted…that scone."' Or, the one in which Clarke keeps embarrassing herself on the phone with the sexy-voiced IT guy, and Bellamy throws a hissy fit over a scone.

Marriage is all about knowing the steps. Five, er, six dances from the first winter of Clarke and Bellamy's marriage. Sequel to Going Courtin'/Bless Your Beautiful Hide.

"Yeah, looks like your mom hates me just that much," Bellamy said, crossing his arms and leaning back against a post. "Delinquent janitor and her little girl in an arranged marriage thanks to a society that believes gladiator battles are civilized shows of affection. What mother wouldn't swoon?" Sequel to Going Courtin'.

Five times people thought Clarke and Bellamy were together, and the one time they said "Screw it" (and it blew up in their faces).

clarke and bellamy never just mean what they say; there's always something more, something deeper in their conversations. (for a prompt on tumblr: bellarke - please don't leave.)

It's a goddamn tragedy that both of them could be so incredibly in love with each other and yet neither could notice it. aka everyone knows Bellamy and Clarke are in love except for Bellamy and Clarke.

"It's just spring fever," says Raven rolling her eyes. "Everyone's sick of being all cooped up and cold. So they want to find a nice warm body to celebrate with." That made sense to Clarke in a way. It was a natural biological instinct, a bit irritating but nothing she couldn't handle. Until she gets it. Bellarke

"Now she was RA to a bunch of ungrateful, ill mannered, asshole freshmen who disregarded everything she said, her best friend from home who had betrayed her trust was suddenly living down the hall, and she had to interact with Bellamy Blake on a daily basis. It was all just too much." Or, the one in which Clarke and Bellamy are RAs, and just barely in control.

"You go every Sunday night? How did I not know this?" Nyota asks. "It's just this thing we do," Gaila tells her. "Like with food. And drinks. And people. We all get together and talk about our homes and our traditions and celebrate our holidays and stuff like that. Look, you can come if you want but it's all off worlders. It's not really a human thing, you'd be the only one."

They're not good with words, neither of them, but they don't really need them anyway. It's a small gesture but it means a dozen things. I'll be careful. I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving you alone in this mess. Bellamy/Clarke.

"I have spent my entire life afraid of men thought to be gods," he finally says. "I'll tell you a secret, princess: these men? The ones who claim to be deities? Their blood isn't ichor. They bleed red like the rest of us, and sometimes they need to be reminded of that."

Clarke and Bellamy pretend to date as they plan their siege of Mount Weather. However, when Abby thinks Bellamy is cheating on her daughter, they realize they can use the ensuing drama to their advantage.

Every time they touch it burns. One-shot.

There are already enough threats on Earth without putting his very heart on the front line. But then again, there's no sense in hiding what's been here for longer than he can comprehend or admit. Bellamy/Clarke. Tag fic to 2x05, Human Trials.

"I would've gone to bat for you," Bellamy says, "if it'd gone the other way." (bellamy's a professor. clarke digs it. nerdy sex verse.)

Monty took a deep breath. "Since you're eighteen now, it's time for you to find…a mate." "A mate," Clarke repeated dumbly. "Yeah. The tingling, or whatever, is going to keep getting worse until you find him. Lincoln said you'll know when he touches you." (Bellarke)

It's late, Clarke's covered in blood, and Bellamy's taking off his shirt. Or, Clarke sleeps in Bellamy's shirt and everyone notices. Bellarke, fluff, oneshot.

"Well," Bellamy says dryly, "this whole diplomacy thing sure is going great."

The line between love and lust doesn't exist.

"Eutony," Nyota says. "The pleasantness of a word's sound." "Logolepsy," Spock counters. "A fascination or obsession with words." "Fascination? Sounds like someone I know."

"So you slept with a young, impressionable half-Vulcan, who you never thought you'd see again, and is now a decorated graduate, a superior officer, and even though you're not interested in a relationship with him, he rocked your world in a way that you can't forget," Gaila said carefully. "Basically." "That's great. You and I are going to be best friends with a story like that."

In which Nyota and Spock play chess and do a very poor job of not falling in love with each other. Academy Era, based on the comics, rated M for later chapters.

Spock looks back and explains what he would've done differently, and what he'd do exactly the same. Teensy amounts of angst. Spock/Uhura.

AU. Lily Evans isn't a witch.

"I don't like myself either." I tell her. She turns her face from me. "Good."

falling in love with him isn't a big, sudden thing.

AU. if a certain person doesn't hear a prophecy, does it still come true?

We've been to hell and back and now we're here to stay.

"Sometimes I think they reaped you because they knew I would love you." Annie and Finnick's full story, starting with Annie's Reaping and ending after Mockingjay. Annie's POV.

Rapunzel's an honorable, crime fighting hero. And she's having a tryst. With a cat burglar. AU.

"But whatever the reason, if you are pregnant, would it be so bad?" post-Mockingjay.

Finn and Rachel and parenthood. a fluffy secret santa gift.

How a boy from the Seam and the baker's daughter healed old wounds, baked bread, and found poison berries in District Twelve. AU.

Everyone wants to know how they met. Here are nine ways Spock didn't meet Nyota-and the one way he did. Spock/Uhura

In Rose’s opinion, the one thing worse than knowing a boy hated her was knowing that one liked her.

So simple, the gift of touch, so easily given, and yet its effects can change the world. This is the story of how Scott Summers met Jean Grey, and not, as it turns out, for the first time.

Gaila was one of exactly six Orion cadets in the graduating class of 2258.

They haven’t even made it off of the couch. SpockUhura.

Understanding a language is also knowing its logic, seeing its patterns. She is learning his and teaching him hers. Spock/Uhura

Their story only stops to start all over again. And this one’s told in 50 sentences—Percy, Annabeth. Percabeth.

Vulcans have no word for "lover".

The first time they kissed, she had started it. The second and third time, he had. The fourth time? They were both to blame. MxF.

Jean and Scott are having nightmares. A preseries look into the beginning of their friendship. Complete.

Don't make promises you can't follow through on, Scooter. [Jean, Scott, Phoenix, and dealing. Oneshot.]

Scott knows Jean better than anyone ever has or anyone ever will. How'd they get there?

Jean and Scott spend some time together before going to fight Apocalypse. Jean introspect. JOTT. Oneshot.

I wrote a little story. It went precisely nowhere. ScottJean.

Jean has to deal with the dreams and nightmares of all her teammates.

Scott and Jean build a house... sort of.