"There they stood, in their underwear and three feet away, just breathing hot, thick carbon into the room and feeling the temperature rise. He memorized the small gap between her thighs and the way her matching blue lace underwear wrapped around her hips." - What if Chris hadn't walked in on Isaac and Allison undressing? Shameless smut fic because obviously!

Shaken and feeling lost after Allison's death, Lydia turns to Peter to help control her power and soon finds herself slipping into the dangerous and murky waters in the space between life and death.

"I actually came out here to be alone." "Yeah. Me too." But he made no effort to move. [ A met in the laundry room at 1am College AU. Alternatively, Clarke and Bell get off by annoying each other and many complications arise outside of the laundry room! ]

Her hands were flat against his chest. "Isn't this what people do?" she asked with a fragility he had never heard escape her before. Bellamy hesitated, let himself hold his breath. "Yeah," he said on his exhale, careful not to disturb the night air. "Yeah, it's what people do." If she heard the sadness in his voice, she didn't question it.

Bellamy shifted on his stump and cleared his throat, looked at her with something searching. It was the drop ship they were talking about, yes, but also what they created around the drop ship. What they built from nothing. That is was the two of them that led it, that they made the rules and they carried the burden of running things. And they missed it.

When he rolled onto the ground in the wake of the cart he was met with a mouthful of something grainy and dry. He spit it out. Not dirt. Bellamy ripped off the scrap of sullied cloth that covered his eyes and found himself, on hands and knees, in the middle of a an endless yellow death knell. The dead zone.

"You won't hurt me," he said quietly, but with a steady, soft resolve. This time when she turned to him she found his eyes planted firmly to the ground. Did he mean physically? There seemed to be something deeper in his words. Something yearning, a promise that he wasn't as fragile as everyone thought. [Series of Isaac/Allison vignettes in 3B]