Here is another post about the wonderful show the 100!!! So I have many plot Ideas for the 100 fanfictions bouncing around in my head so I thought I’d share them and you guys could vote which one I should do first!! I chose my favorite five!
Option # 1
Title: I will Command Death
Summary: After irradiating Mt. Weather, and leaving Camp Jaha, Roan kom Azgeda captured her, and brought her to his mother, Queen Nia, who with the agreement to spare her, trained her as a warrior and made her swear fealty to Azgeda, five years later Clarke Griffin or Clarke kom Skaikru is no more she is Klark kom Azgeda, and Wanheda, but no one outside of Azgeda knows that the most powerful Azgedan general is also Wanheda. What happens when Azgeda is called to war with the Heda of the Coalition?
Option # 2
Title: We won’t just survive, we will thrive
Summary: Emma Clarkson was born in Alpha, seen as privileged for where she grew up. When she landed in the Sky box everyone hated her for being Alpha, what happens when she’s sent in the Dropship headed for earth, and what will she do when she meets the whirlwind of genius named Raven Reyes?
Option # 3
Title: In love may you find the next
Summary: Heidi Carson, was born in factory station, she was put in the Sky box when she was 11 and now she’s 16 and she’s being sent in the dropship with 99 other delinquents to the ground. Can she survive? Will she survive? Or will earth and her crush on Clarke Griffin be the death of her? Can she find love on the ground?
Option # 4
Title: Ogeda
Summary: Clarke Griffin was sent to earth with Octavia Blake a few weeks after her father was floated. They land in Trikru, taken in by the people of Ton dc, they defeat the Mounan, ogeda. When the ark lands they find Wanheda and Skairipa, the commander of death and death from above. Can the grounders and Skaikru find peace? Will Skairipa and Wanheda side with The Grounders of Skaikru?
Option # 5
Title: We will Rise
Summary: What if Skaikru had killed Anya? With her help the alliance with the grounders is more easily made. What happens when Anya finds herself falling for the blue-eyed blonde that saved her from Mount Weather?
Which Option is your favorite??
I am aware I’m not the best at summaries sooo, yes, also if you have any better title ideas pls do tell!! :D
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At first, Anya thought she had imagined it. After all, it was getting dark — in fact it was already dusk under the trees — and the shadows stretching as they were across the ground could have easily tricked her eyes.
But then the flicker of motion came again, and there was no doubt about what she was seeing this time.
The girl was alive, and slowly, torturously, picking her way out of the camp. She must have waited for nightfall, biding her time until getting in line for the evening meal pulled everyone back to their weird metal structure. To the warmth and light and relative safety of the fires.
There were still a few sentinels left, but during meals the camp was at its most vulnerable. Even for someone so clearly untrained it was easy to slip away unnoticed, since the scattered youths kept watch against things trying to get in, not go out.
The girl passed Anya by, close but unseeing, and she fell in step behind, watching her totter ahead. Whenever a twig snapped under clumsy feet she tensed, expecting an alarm to be raised, but no shouts disrupted the quiet.
As dusk transitioned into night, the temperature cooling, what sky could be glimpsed through the canopy of trees sprayed with the same stars these people had come from they walked. The girl’s gait was pained, and every few steps she had to stop, lean into the nearest tree to catch her breath.
Anya didn’t like the way she sounded, like something wet was stuck inside her chest. Wheezing, and choking on the air she greedily sucked in. A broken rib was fixable. A punctured lung not so much. She’d never manage to carry the girl to her village in time to be seen by a healer if it was the latter. More a trading post than an actual settlement, Emmit didn’t have a permanent healer and—
And when had Anya made up her mind about helping?
What the ground grows - some Clarke/Anya courtesy of a patron request - read now on Patreon.
Anyways,,, unpopular opinion, but if I had to watch Clarke be romantically involved with other characters in the interim before Blarke endgame, it should have been Wells instead of Finn, and Anya instead of Lxa...Like, I’m sorry, but the fact that Clarke has only had canon relationships/sex with white characters is...annoying.
When are people gon start writing clanya fics again? I’d write one myself but, I get too involved with netflix and chillin with my pupperino eating pizza rolls 🤷🏻♀️🐶
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She finds Anya again two weeks after Mount Weather. Two dirty, desperate, lonely weeks she’s spent in the woods, afraid to speak to a soul. Sleeping on the ground, hidden by leaves. Dragging up every old, half-forgotten lesson from Earth Skills, trying to remember the tests she muddled through, the readings that seemed so unimportant, seemed like the knowledge of another life and so ill-suited to the future she'd laid out for herself among the stars. And now. Not even her scrap of ill-organized community to lean on. Alone with herself and her guilt, hiding from the shine of the sun through the falling leaves.
Anya is sitting on the front step of a house that has not seen human habitation, Clarke would guess, since before the war. Her face is scrubbed clean of warpaint, her hair newly washed and decorated with warrior's braids, and she's wearing the heavy overcoats that Grounders favor in winter, because a cold spell has left the ground frosted over and the wind, when it blows, is frigid and thin. The clothes she borrowed from Camp Jaha, during the brief time she lived there, she's discarded, or given away, or burned.
At first, Clarke thought perhaps she had been led to a Grounder village, but she sees now that the whole town is abandoned, and that in inviting her here, Anya is not trying to draw her into danger, but to save her. Or at the least to give her a chance to save herself. She is so tired, so utterly spent that she feels like a thin paper cutout of a person, and into this whistling emptiness is now a sudden spring of gratitude so intense, that she almost wants to fall to her knees. And she would, if she thought Anya would welcome the gesture, instead of seeing it as a form of weakness, even unworthiness.
Instead, she walks closer, with careful, measured steps, and then sits down, not on the steps next to Anya but on the frozen ground. She crosses her legs over each other and looks up. "I need your help," she says. "Help me to survive in the woods."
A flicker of smile, as sharp as the wind. "You wanted me to live like Skaikru," Anya answers. "And now you want to live like Trikru. Not so wonderful after all, is it? To live in that horrendous ship?"
That ship: her home for nearly eighteen years. And if she could stand it, if she thought it could be borne, she'd be there still. Anya has this all wrong, her motivations, her needs, but they will never understand each other in this way, never understand what home means to the other, home as it is written in the marrow of their bones.
"What I want," she answers, "doesn't matter. I just need to survive."
"And you don't think you can do it on your own?"
In the days before the alliance, Anya lived in Alpha Station, suspicious of their food, their clothes, their beds, examining the seam between the bottom of the crashed ship and the upturned dirt, watching the Guards in their thick black boots, with their shock batons, their guns.
Clarke wanted to tell her everything. Wanted to guide her through everything.
"I could," she answers now. Needs to believe this is true.
"But you want me to make this... exile easier? You know that if I were found talking to you, helping you, it could be my life?"
"It's a lot to ask."
Anya leans forward, her elbows on her knees. She stares at Clarke without blinking, and Clarke does not break her gaze.
"A lot," she echoes. Each letter so carefully formed that Clarke imagines she can taste them on her tongue. What an understatement, she means: a lot. My life. Everything. And Clarke feels a stab of guilt so weak that it barely registers, that she should be asking this, and yet here she is begging, in the dirt, feeling it cold, ruthless, lifeless beneath her, and she cannot take back anything she has said or done. Not from the moment she jumped down from the dropship deck, until now.
"If I had anything to offer in return, I would," she says. Doesn't say a thing about her mother, bringing Anya back to life, after the Guard tried to shoot them both. Doesn't say a thing about Skaikru laying the groundwork for the release of the Grounders from Mount Weather, curing the Reapers, how she herself set Anya free, how she took down the whole damn Mountain just like she said she would—none of it. She can hardly say any of it matters, anymore.
Anya holds out her hand.
The offer she would not return on the bridge. Elbow bent, though, fingers lightly curled: a hand not for Clarke to shake, but to grasp.
"All right, Sky Girl," she says.
Sky Princess.
And she takes Anya's hand in hers, and pulls, until she’s down on her knees in the dirt.
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