One hundred delinquents. Survival seems almost impossible.
But not all of them were sent for the same reasons.
Sentenced to set foot on a planet ravaged by radiation, Hannah knows the real threat isn’t always what lies outside. The fight for power, desperation, and the buried secrets among them threaten to tear them apart. And in the middle of the chaos, Bellamy Blake emerges as her greatest obstacle... and her only weakness.
What begins as a forced alliance slowly turns into a connection neither of them expected.
Chapter 1: 100. Miller, Hannah
Chapter 2: 00:00:00
Chapter 3: First breath
Chapter 4: Made to suffer
Chapter 5: What lies ahead
Chapter 6: Earth Kills
Chapter 7: Murphy´s law
Chapter 8: Leadership
Chapter 9: Static
Chapter 10: Born for this
Chapter 11: Don´t look back
Chapter 12: Stay strong
Chapter 13: A world worth fighting for
Chapter 14: Together
Chapter 15: Unity day
Author´s note:
Thank you so much for giving yourself the chance to read this far!
I usually have a hard time finding The 100 fanfics that truly catch my attention, which is why I decided to write my own. But I wanted to clarify a few things:
I don’t use “Y/N” because I find it a bit uncomfortable when writing. I always choose a specific name or description for my characters, but you’re totally free to imagine a different name or physical appearance if you prefer.
I want this to be a slow burn story, so it’ll take several chapters before the plot moves toward Bellamy Blake.
I’m not a fan of stories that just copy the original script and only add one or two lines for the main character. I find that boring and repetitive. That’s why I’m trying not to write the chapters exactly the same as in the show and instead create entirely new moments. However, due to the nature of the plot, there will be some parts I just can’t avoid.
This story is also available on my Wattpad and AO3 accounts, in both Spanish and English. (username: softflowerjin), so feel free to check it out there if that’s more convenient for you.
The hundred land in Azgeda, instead of Trikru. Captured by Grounders, Clarke must lead her people in a cruel and unforgiving world. In order to survive, Clarke and the others become Grounders, joining Nia's army.
Years later, Clarke, now known as Klark kom Azgeda, is sent to Polis to speak on Nia's behalf. It is there she meets Lexa, whom Klark believes is a heartless dictator. But as they plan an attack on Mount Weather, Klark learns there is more to Leksa kom Trikru than she initially believed.
As rumors of Sky People swirl through Polis' halls, Klark realizes she and the other deliquents may not be the only survivors of the Ark. Has Nia been keeping the truth from her? Is Lexa truly the monster she was depicted as? Why is Klark's wolf so drawn to the omega? Read to find out.
You're apart of The 100- well, the 101 now. The odd one out, like always. Trust you to be the wild card, the anarchist, the feral one. What can you say? You grew up on rations and recycled air, anyone's bound to go crazy.
Anarchist!Reader, idk if I'm gonna do a relationship, I'm open to suggestions 😋
CW: mentions of violence, drug use, sex
𝗜𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.
You were to be locked up until your eighteenth birthday, after which the council would re-evaluate your case and, if improvement could be seen on your part, you'd be spared from floating. Capital punishment and for what? Some minor graffiti and broken pipes (they had charged you with vandalism and criminal damage).
They were overreacting, as you'd fearlessly and facetiously told the council back then- sure, those pipes happened to regulate the flow of the latrine system and your damage had flooded the entire corridor with actual piss and shit, but that was an accident! And the graffiti wasn't even that bad! It was only a couple of Hitler moustaches drawn onto the posters of Chancellor Jaha's face. How were you supposed to know that he'd get so offended about a comparison to a centuries-old fascist dictator? Perhaps Jaha was so offended because he saw a resemblance...
Suffice it to say, you were immediately tossed into the skybox. You were only fourteen, yet harboured within you was a vengeance against every authority figure: fathers or gods; their words meant little to you. Years of false statements and undelivered promises soured what little childhood innocence you had left.
Now, nearing your eighteenth birthday, you were still as distrustful and critical of the government as you'd been all those years ago. It had been four long years of steel walls, or protein slop three times a day and listening to the chancellor's prerecorded speech about 'order' and 'protecting the ark' and blah blah blah. You could probably recite the thing, you'd heard it so much.
Currently, you are hanging upside down off your bed, why? Well, there's literally nothing else to do and you'd already read and reread the few books they'd given you to 'continue your education'. You appreciated that at least, knowledge is power or whatever Francis Bacon said.
Some of these delinquents could use that knowledge- real A class numptys, some of them, they probably couldn't tell their foot from their ass if you asked. It's why you mostly keep to yourself, and why the others don't bother you, your unimpressed deadpan is bound to embarrass and lose the interest of any bullies or teasers.
Also, being nearly one of the oldest here serves you well, the more time that passed, the more your crime was hyperbolised- you swear, you heard someone be warned to keep away from you because you ended up in here for 'biting' the chancellor... Which would've been a good idea honestly but difficult on the execution aspect.
You're startled from your thoughts when your door is slammed open, two armed guards entering and one gruffly barks an order at you, "Get up."
"Why? What's happening?" You sit up, eyebrow raised and yelp when you're all but picked up like an unruly kitten by under your arms and out of your cell. "Unhand me, good sir! Thou art a devious bastard!"
"Shut up." The man snaps and the other sets you on your feet, pushing you forward to walk by nudging you with the head of his gun.
"What the hell?" You grumble as you start walking forward, your eyes take in the sight of all the other delinquents being forced out of their cells and in the same direction as you. "Oh, goodie, field trip? Or better yet, surprise cavity search?" The rough push from the gun dispels that notion.
What could possibly be going on, were you all being gathered to be executed or something? That seemed likely, maybe the council were enacting their total capital punishment now regardless of age. Well shit, what will your final words be and hey, don't you at least get a last meal?
Where they lead you is neither to an execution nor to somewhere you can get decent food. It's a pod. Forced into black jumpsuits, you and what seems to be a hundred others are strapped and packed inside. There's a loud shudder and you feel the stomach churning sensation of movement.
"So uh, does anyone know where the fuck were going?" A voice calls out and you glance over.
"Obviously to Earth, idiot, if they were going to just kill us they wouldn't bother with the shuttle." Somebody else snaps back, you and a few others hum in agreement. So you were right with the field trip guess, woo! Adventure time! It's not like you had anything else better to do anyway.
You adjust the red straps across your chest when an interface sparks to life, there's a hush from the crowd as you hear Chancellor Jaha's voice echo out into the space, "Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now. You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself."
"Wanker." You can't help the automatic reaction, the insult filling the silence as Jaha takes a breath. There's a scattering of chuckles from the others.
"We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable."
"Your dad's a dick, Wells!" Someone shouts towards- holy shit, is that Jaha's son? Why the hell is he here?
And... It doesn't take long for the numpties to start displaying their room temperature IQs, unstrapping from their seats, floating around like this isn't an active moving vessel travelling at unprecedented speed towards the Earth. Whatever, if massive cranial trauma was on their bucket lists, who were you to stop them?
"Oh my god-" You and the others curse and yelp when the parachutes are deployed, the straps of your seat digging into your flesh as gravity hits you all at once. A few of the unfortunate idiots end up smashing into the walls or ceiling. There's smoke, flashing lights, crying but at least Jaha's speech is finally cut off. The landing comes with whiplash. Not fun.
You groan as you stumble out of your seat, rubbing your neck that's aching faintly. Well, that could've gone better. You pass the bodies of the few that didn't make it, down to the lower level where a crowd is forming around the door and a couple are hugging?
"What in the soap opera is going on here?" You ask aloud, you're not alone in your bewilderment.
"Do you mind?" The girl fixes you with a look, "I haven't seen my brother in a year."
Now that's even more confusing and the general hum of shock and questions finally supplies you with the knowledge that this is Octavia Blake, a girl who was found hidden under the floor, and her brother Bellamy Blake, who posed as a guard to sneak onto the drop ship. It's almost cute, in a dark and twisted dystopian way.
Your brows raise when the girl, Octavia, almost lunges at the person who called her 'the girl under the floor'- right, how could you forget? You're trapped on Earth with a bunch of idiots.
"Right, sweet reunion and everything, kisses and hugs, can we open the door now? I'm pretty sure someone farted." You speak up and the replying groan from the crowd is prompt enough for Bellamy to open the door.
The fresh air is electrifying, the light almost blinding. You squint until your eyes adjust and see the forest scene offered to you. Sprawling wilderness, damp soil, flowers and vines and a chirping sound of birds? This didn't look anything like the potential toxic landscape they'd been warned they could find. No, this looked like the Garden of Eden.
"We're back, bitches!" Octavia screams with a grin on her face, her feet the first to touch the ground in one hundred years. Cheers and hollers erupt from the crowd of teenagers and you make your way out with them, unable to stop a smile from breaking out on your face.
Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder this'll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now. - Clarke Griffin, 1.01 Pilot
