Apollo was raised on the Ark, spending years not talking because of his stutter and the abuse in his household. On his 18th birthday, when he thought he was gonna get floated did Abby Griffin tell him she was sending him to Earth with the other prisoners, making him promise to protect Clark. Bellamy Blake x male oc

"they say the end is comin', everyone's up to somthin' I find myself running home to your sweet nothings" - in which Sage Sasbry is the only one who seems to see Bellamy Blake's big, sweet heart or in which Bellamy Blake is brought to his knees for the girl who braids hair and frolics through the trees - bellamy blake x femoc new hyperfixation alert!! all credit for majority of plot and characters goes to creators of the 100 tv show and books, however Sage, her fam, and her storyline are mine so pls don't steal :) #1 in bellamyblake 06/01/2025 (hey what?? how tf did that happen?? i'm baffled??) #1 in the100 01/18/2026 (so kind wow <3) #1 in clarkegriffin 01/18/2026

".... his name is Ebony. He's seventeen years old and has been locked in solitary since he was six years old. He's deemed too dangerous to be around others.." "And you want to send him down with 99 other criminals? You do know the reason why he's kept away from the other criminals." "Yes, how could i forget? A six year old child bashes his parent faces in when their sleeping isn't something people forget over time -" "Then why? He's a killer, if radiation doesn't kill those kids, then what's stopping him from doing so?" "We're sending him down with the others. End of the discussion." -

Her only great crime was to be born and not chosen to live. Alana was banished from the Ark having been born minutes after her twin brother. As a baby, no one expected her to survive the uninhabitable Earth, the cruel punishment would go unnoticed for years, one more dirty secret that the Ark swore dead. No one knew, however, that there was someone willing to take her down there, to raise her and make her a deadly warrior. She was raised as a grounder, and the land rewarded her with one of its most sacred gifts. But when her true descendants come down from the skies, the life she knew will be in her past, wars are coming, and being a warrior, She must prepare to fight them. ► The 100 Fanfic ► Changed plot of my own authorship

she could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr if they killed her quick the hundred bellamy blake x oc

After a few years of writing this on and off, I have officially closed it. I leave the ending to all of your creative brains. A fan fiction about The 100. A girl who wasn't wanted on The Ark, so they use her as an experiment and send her to Earth. After growing up as a Grounder, she meets the Skaikru. (This book is loosely based off the book and tv show. I add some of my own plot. I would recommend watching the tv show first so that you understand what is happening. If you have already watched it then, please, enjoy.)

"Don't underestimate me, I'm a Killer Queen" Embry Taylor was born into a family trained to kill, her mother and father always told her it was because if one day they weren't there for her she needed to be able to protect her self in any situation. When anyone hears her last name they instantly know who she is and what she's capable of. Her parents only ever asked one thing from her. To Survive So what happens when she is sent down to earth with ninety-nine other juvenile prisoners... well.. Arguments, Fights, Deaths and something completely unexpected. To top it off a grounder's got his eye on her. (Every episode = 1 chapter) Season one: Completed

And the only thing I knew for sure, is that I never wanted to hear my nickname spoken in defeat again. That couldn't be the last time I heard it. "Stop that. Fight me. Beg for your life. Something!" I pushed the gun against his temple. His head lolled to the side but returned to its original position. He still wouldn't look up at me as a few stray tears rolled down his face. He trained his gaze on the candle, making his brown eyes glow. "Three hundred and twenty. They were mothers, fathers, and friends. Every single one of them is dead because of me." He murmured. "Their families grieve because I made sure they thought we were dead." This wasn't how this was supposed to go. He was Bellamy Blake, when threatened, he fights back. His life was the only thing he truly cared about. Cutting corners and profiting regardless of the cost. He had become so small and simple that I could define him with only those characteristics. He was as shallow and transparent as the most common puddle. His death was an easy exchange because he lacked basic human decency. He acted purely on impulse, with no extra forethought. He didn't care how his actions affected others. He had to be. His usually demanding, stern voice wabbled. "I killed hundreds but hurt thousands. You grieve because of me. You hurt because of me. I made you into this." \≻≺/ Swearing, fighting, and death (which should be expected with 100 teenagers) \≻≺/ Story is intertwined with the storyline of the 100. I only own Mack Collins and Grayson Andrews. Season 1 - Completed Season 2 - In progress \≻≺/ Highest Ranks: #1 in BELLAMY #1 in BELLAMYBLAKE #1 in THE100 #1 in FINNCOLLINS #2 in THE100FANFICTION #1 in UPDATING \≻≺/

Daisy Kane. Aka mini-Kane to most, Sparks to friends, Disappointment to her mom, and a Dead-Weight to her dad. All she wants is to see a real Daisy. A flower her grandmother named her after, because it was joyful and unassuming. So she has broken rules, defied authority, and caused some chaos. Because nobody assumes she can do that. Now amidst the chaos of a new world, Daisy must decide: is she a savior? or is she a survivor?

||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people turn into monsters and those reasons are always other people. I liked solitary because nobody could turn me into more of one than I already was." Bellamy let go of her hand, "You are not a monster, Scythe." A ghost of a smile graced her features, but it was heavy, sad, and gone in an instant, "You're wrong. Ask anyone at this camp." "They don't know you." "And you do?" DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE 100