One shots featuring my favorite people, Bellamy Blake and Clarke Griffin. Tbh, a lot of smut. MOST smut is later-chapter 15 and on. Writing may get better later, too.

Just a bunch of angsty, saucy, fluffy short stories about everyone's favourite slow burn ship. Literally slow burn- CENTURIES OLD. Add this bad boi to your library if you want some wish fulfilment bellarke, skip around, enjoy the emotional torment followed by fluffy, happy endings, after all we've earned it. Disclaimer: this fic was written while the 100 was still on air. I didn't know about major plot points or character deaths as I was writing. Some of it has aged like milk. SPOILERS WARNING - I LITERALLY SPOIL EVERY SINGLE THING SO DONT BE SURPRISED

Post-Season 1 Tyler is on the run after escaping the armored transport. The police are closing in on him when help arrives from the last person Tyler expected. Turns out that Wednesday makes an excellent getaway driver. A road trip ensues. Cross post from AO3

MATURE CONTENT A collection of sexy short stories.

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A collection of random stories about some sweet/romantic/heartmelting moments of my favorite couple. It's made to please all Weyler hearts <3. If you have an idea you would like me to write - let me know in the comments and I'll try to make it. There will be smut in some parts, containing "🔥" in the title. If you prefer angst stories that will make your heart break for them - check my other work named "WEYLER Angst One-Shots Collection"

(cross posted on ao3) au where Tyler is already attending Nevermore by the time Wednesday first joins. Obsessive, fast-paced, and still full of murder. (In typical Wednesday fashion). The boy was tall, his face boyish, his stance non-threatening but an air of dread surrounded him nonetheless. He was pretty, objectively. Strong but lithe. He looked up, meeting her eyes. She looked at him impassively, and his eyes darkened as he took her in. Clearly, he saw something that piqued his interest in the same way hers had been piqued. His aura screamed predator but his stance portrayed prey. Interesting. "Oh my God, Wednesday," Enid's shrill voice interrupted her observations, but Wednesday didn't break eye contact with the strange boy. "Don't look at him!" The girl's voice was shaky with fear. Wednesday turned to look at her, assessing her nervous form. Damn, the boy really was inspiring fear. Wednesday hoped she could quickly inspire the same effect. "Who is he?" "That's Tyler Gaplin. He's a hyde."

This is a book of one-shots from Wednesday x Tyler! It's mostly smut so you have been warned. Any other themes will be mentioned at the beginning. Enjoy!!!