"you're the beauty of the sound and the wreckage of the waves." Eleanor Beesly and Edmund Pevensie have always been best friends. When ever you see Eleanor you will find Edmund not too far behind. Every since they were babies Eleanor and Edmund have had this unexplainable bond. So when the Beesly's and the Pevensie's stumble into Narnia friendships will be tested, bonds will grow stronger, questions will be answered, and love will be discovered. Read more in "The Beauty of the Sound" an Edmund Pevensie love story. The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe / Prince Caspian / Voyage of the Dawn Treader Started: 11/29/18 Finished: 3/15/19

Almost all her life the only thing Loxy Monroe ever felt was the needles being injected into her skin. Her power was the first of any human known in history, and not even the most intelligent doctors and scientists could explain her. When it was proposed that one hundred delinquents would be sent to the ground, Abby Griffin almost didn't let her go. That's why Loxy decides to finally escape the clutches of Abby and the others and sneaks onto the dropship. But it turns out Loxy hadn't been the only one to sneak onto the dropship. And the one hundred suddenly became the one hundred and two. I do not own the rights to ANY of the original characters and plot from The 100. All rights go to the respectful creators. I am only responsible for the characters and plot points that derive from my own imagination.

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 \≻≺/

Being terrified out of her 13 year old mind, and the one of the youngest criminals on the ark; Apollo gets sent down to Earth with the rest of the 99 teenage Ark criminals and one unexpected passenger.