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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_100_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Clarke_Griffin/Lexa, Luna/Raven_Reyes, Bellamy_Blake/Echo, Echo_&_Roan_
      (The_100), Ontari/Roan_(The_100), Emori/Ontari_(The_100), Emori/John
      Murphy_(The_100), Anya/Lexa_(The_100), Anya/Echo, Roan/Oc, Emori/John
      Murphy/Ontari_(The_100), Anya/Niylah_(The_100), Niylah/Raven_Reyes, Monty
      Green/Jasper_Jordan, Anya/Monty_Green, Octavia_Blake/Lincoln
  Character:
      Clarke_Griffin, Lexa_(The_100), Luna_(The_100), Raven_Reyes, Bellamy
      Blake, Echo_(The_100), Roan_(The_100), Ontari_(The_100), Nia_|_Ice_Queen,
      Titus_(The_100), Emori_(The_100), John_Murphy_(The_100), Anya_(The_100),
      Niylah_(The_100), Monty_Green, Jasper_Jordan
  Additional Tags:
      The_100_-_Freeform, trash, Smut, Angst, Drama, Fluff, Bondage, Vanilla,
      Rebellion
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      Published: 2017-04-20 Updated: 2017-08-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4177
****** The 100 one shots and short stories for all your needs ******
by Mouseking13
Summary
     for when I am too damn lazy to update my actual fics but feel like
     writing
     I am open to ideas and prompts.
     full of fluff, smut and angst.
     ENjoy
***** Quiet Night *****
Chapter Notes
     Enjoy!!
     Prompt from- N/A
     "Person A has recently been through a near death experience while
     pregnant, Person B isn't aware of the pregnancy and person A has to
     tell person B."
     submitted by- N/A
     Pairing- Memori
     Type- Angst/fluff with happy ending
Quiet. The house was quiet and dark. The soft, sweet chirping of the crickets
and the gentle, light crashing of the waves. The quiet croaks of the frogs by
the waterfront and the moon shone brightly. Murphy sat outside, on the front
step, studying the ground. The dirty wooden stairs. It had been a miracle they
found this place. This slightly run down beach house, down closer to the water,
away from everyone else. They had no real reason to leave, except, Emori was
shaken, traumatized from being in Becca’s lab and just needed to be away from
them, at least, for a few days.
Emori wouldn’t of minded giving her life to save John, but, she was more afraid
for the pile of cells growing inside of her, that in time would be a child. Her
child. Murphys child. Her dark eyes looked toward the front door. Beside the
dark, brown wooden door were two, dusty oval shaped windows, lined with golden
trim. Her eyes studied the windows and how you couldn’t see any part of him. He
deserves to know, to know everything.
Emori sat back, her eyes gentle as she thought about how to tell Murphy. Emori
thought about how he would react. If he would get mad and lash out. If he would
smile and kiss her and tell her how excited he was. If he would get up and
leave her there. Regardless of his reaction, she had to tell him. To reassure
him it was his child.
Emori forced herself to her feet and approached the dark door, her good hand
turned the knob and pulled the door open. Murphy turned his upper body, a small
cracking sound coming from his back as he looked up to see her. “Hey Em.
Nightmares again?” He asked, looking over her body, his eyes stopping on her
bad hand. He wanted to hold it in his hand, to remind her that he loved that
badass feature of her. Emoris chapped lips curled into a small smile, her
tattoo creasing slightly. “No, just, wanted to talk to you.” She told him,
motioning toward the seat on his right “Can I sit down?” She asked quietly, her
eyes gentle as her stomach began to fill with butterflies. She could still back
out of telling him.
“Of course.” Murphy proceeded to scoot over to the left of the top step,
forcing Emori to sit on his right, her bad hand closest to him. Emori looked
down at her open seat, her eyes studied it for a moment before she returned to
reality.
Emori gently sat down on the old wooden steps, her eyes focused on the step
below them and the one after and the one after. She wondered what creatures
were below the stairs and what these little animals would do if she told them.
It wasn’t until Murphy’s tough calloused hand grabbed ahold of her bad hand. It
was a bit awkward for them to hold hands but he loved it. He loved how it felt
in his hand. “So what did you want to talk about Em?” He asked, stroking the
scarred skin along the back of her hand. His voice caught her attention as she
jumped just a little before turning her head to look at him. Her head may of
faced him, but, her eyes stayed focused on his shoulders, his forearms,
anything but his face or eyes. “Just, about, something.” She told him, her
words nervous.
“Em, you can tell me anything. Anything at all.” He gave her hand a gentle
squeeze. “Anything.” He repeated. Emori realized that there was absolutely no
backing out of it now. Emori’s eyes scanned his face, studying the gentle,
understanding look on his face. She noticed this and felt a bit of relief.
“Well, you know how I uh- how I was upset to be tested, how they uh-” Murphy
listened to her, studying her face.
“Yeah, can’t blame you either. If I knew, that well, I might suffer that way, I
would of been fucking terrified.” He told her in all honesty, a small smile
curling onto her lips “oh? So John does have a soul huh?” She asked, squeezing
his hand gently. “You hush.” He grinned before falling normal again.
“There was a reason. I didn’t fear my own death. I feared the death of-” She
inhaled deeply, this was it. She had no chance of backing out. “The death of
our child.” She finished, not having the stomach to look at Murphy.
He stared at her for a moment, letting the words sink in. “Wait, does that
mean?” He asked, just hoping it was true. Emori looked to him, her eyes full of
worry. She gulped hard and nodded her head gently “I’m Fulop.” She told him,
her eyes worried. Murphy frowned and looked at her “Fulop? What does that
mean?” He asked, Emori raised a brow “There is a child inside me.” She
explained, looking at him nervously. Murphy stared for a moment “Oh! You’re
pregnant! Fulop must be the grounder word for Pregnant! I get it. I get it
now.” He grinned, looking at her lovingly. He squeezed her hand gently.
Emori raised an eyebrow, looking to Murphy. “Is that what you sky people call
it? Huh.” She laughed quietly as Murphy released her hand, wrapping an arm
around her shoulder. “Yep. I’ll try and make your pregnancy as smooth and easy
as possible alright baby girl?” He grinned, gently wrapping an arm around her
shoulder and pulling her closer.
Her smile grew at the thought of her baby with John. Emori nodded, resting her
head on his shoulder, her eyes growing heavy as she finally could feel peace.
John stretched his other hand across his lap and lightly placed a hand on her
stomach, where his child was growing. He was excited, nervous but excited. “I’m
gonna make a good life for you both.” He whispered, feeling Emori growing weak,
strong enough to hold herself up but her body limp.
“Good. she’s finally asleep.” He whispered and scooped her up, carrying her
back inside.
John was going to be a father.
***** blindness *****
Chapter Notes
     PLease enjoy!!
     Prompt from _Those-otp-prompts on tumblr!!
     "Imagine person A of your opt going blind, and person B helping them
     see everything they wanted to before their vision is lost forever.
     Furthermore, Imagine the last thing person A sees is B's smiling
     face."
     Submittied by - dontmoveamuscle
     pairing- Becho
     type- Angst/Fluff with bittersweet ending
The sun was bright, shining down onto the earth, Radiation may be taking over
the world soon, but, Bellamy figured to enjoy it while it lasted. His back was
pressed against the oak, his eyes focused on the braids her hair had. How
beautiful they looked in her dark hair with the highlighted blonde streaks.
From the sun and all the times she spent in the woods with him. He felt her
lean back against his chest.her hands rested on her stomach. The two were out
in the woods to be away. To be alone. Bellamy knew his time with Echo was
limited and the time she had vision was almost gone.
After a severe fight and a intense head injury, Echo started to complain about
losing her vision. Abby came to the conclusion that in five months time Echo
would be permanently blind. Bellamy and Echo both took the news hard but soon,
Echo came to accept the fact she would be blind.
“Bellamy, the world is even more blurry. Will you tell me what the woods look
like? I wanna feel like I can see again.” She spoke up, her hands rested gently
on top of his.
Bellamy looked toward the the tops of the trees, readjusting his position.
“Well, there are trees everywhere. The dark oak of the body of the trees is
everywhere. Green, covers the sky in just the right way. Birds nests are in
some trees.” Bellamy stopped to see a small smile spreading across her pale
face. “The ground, is dirty, but, also covered in gentle green blades of grass.
Some small yellow flowers growing around in different areas. A few dandelions
here and there.” He told her, his eyes focused on the ground.
“And then, there is something so beautiful in this world, the most beautiful
thing in the woods.” He began, looking down at Echo who laid in his lap,
staring up at him, her eyes shut as the entire world was blurry. So she shut
her eyes to imagine the world in a crystal clear veiw.
Her lips twitched as he began to speak once more “Tell me, what is the most
beautiful thing in the woods….please do tell me.” She begged, gently opening
her eyes to study him. Her vision kind of clear as she looked to him. Bellamy
inhaled deeply and began.
“Well, let’s start at the top. Her hair is long and dark, with little blonde
streaks. The streaks remind me of the rays of the sun because, she, well lights
up my life.” He looked at her hair, the small strands that hung over her
shoulders.
“And then, her eyes, Her eyes are little circles of hope and light. They may be
losing their abilites but, they’re still beautiful. When I look into them, I
see happiness, joy, sunshine.” He grinned, looking over her lightly shut
eyelids.
He continued down, focusing on her nose. Part of her body that he always loved.
“She has the cutest nose.It’s so small and boopable.” He grinned, lightly
booping his lovers nose.
Echo raised an eyebrow, “What does boopable mean? That isn’t even a word.” She
grinned, staring at him as things remind slightly clear for her. “It means that
your nose is easy to boop.” He replied, focusing now on her lips.
“And she’s got these plump, pink lips. I Could kiss them all day if she let
me.” He told her in a low, sweet voice, gently running his finger across her
lips.
Echo let out a quiet breath as she let Bellamy’s rough finger run over her soft
lips. He studied them, wanting to just lean down and kiss them.
“And her cheeks, her chubby, cute little cheeks that I love to kiss. They make
me happy.” He grinned, his hands trailing to her cheeks, giving them a little
squish.
Echo laughed quietly, feeling him squeeze her cheeks “They’re just Cheeks.” She
replied, adjusting her head.
Bellamy smiled, not even wanting to continue. “And her name, is Echo. She is
the most beautiful thing in the world.” He grinned gently and looked to her.
Echo’s eyes attempted to focus “Bellamy, It’s happening.” She told, trying as
hard as she could. Bellamy forced himself to smile “It’s okay. It’s okay Echo.”
He cooed, watching her eyes begin to gaze over. She wasn’t dying, no, far from
it. But she was going blind. “Bellamy, Thank you for being the last thing I
saw.” She told him, blinking slowly. Bellamy bit his lip “Thank you for
allowing me to be the last thing you saw.”
***** Goodbye *****
Chapter Notes
     Tamora, Cressida and Nerissa are yes based on the sand snakes from
     Game of thrones simply because facially that's what they look like.
     Ezio is a WIP.
     -
     Prompt from - N/A
     "the parings children go out on a special mission in hopes of
     bringing home more food for their family but the likelihood of that
     happening is slim."
     Pairing- Memori
     Type- Angst/feels with bad ending
Never in his life did John Murphy expect to be saying a temporary good bye to
all three of his daughters. The three Murphy children had been recruited due to
their strengths in combat and their high pain tolerance made them stronger
soldiers.
They were recruited by Ingranonakru as the three didn't really have a clan, to
travel to Polis for a unnamed reason. It was a risk yes, but a Risk Tamora,
Cressida and Nerissa were willing to take.
The leather satchels were filled with supplies and hearts were heavy in the
small cave.
It was so active, yet so quiet. Tamora tied the leather cord around the bottom
of her dark braid.
Her eyes turned from the blazing red fire to her lover. The one person she
loved more than her father, Ilian. It was obvious he was dreading Tamora
leaving, maybe just as or more than John was.
But, that actually wasn't possible, all three of his daughters, his flesh and
blood were leaving for the first time by themselves.
Tamora was the eldest, seventeen years old Then Cressida was born and now was
fourteen years old and Nerissa, his youngest was only twelve.
"Cress, hey, you got your spear?" Murphy asked, his tone low and clearly
distraught by the thoughts that wandered through his head.
Cressida looked up , nodding her head and motioning toward the caves opening
out into the cold, dark night.
Dammit.He wasn't able to help his middle daughter, he knew if he even tried to
ask Tamora if she needed help she'd simply laugh in his face.
"Nerissa? You need help?" He asked, worriedly, gently placing a hand on her
shoulder. Nerissa turned, shaking her head with a small smile "No thank you
daddy, I appreciate the offer though!"She beamed happily, leaning up and
placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Well, more his chin due to her height.
"You need to shave daddy." Nerissa chirped, a small, child like smile decorated
her face.
A child.
Nerissa was a child , and he was already sending her off to war...what kind of
father was he?
"I'll try and get on that while you are away." He nodded,just trying to stay
positive.
"Cress, Neri we need to go." Tamora spoke, her words firm and clearly she had
no fear. The dark haired female headed towards the caves opening, picking up
the eight foot bullwhip in the process.
Cressida sighed quietly, following her older sister, Nerissa following behind
quietly.
There they were, lined up. Mother, Father, Brother and on the end, for Tamora,
Ilian. The hugs began, Tamora wrapped her arms around her father,hugging him
tightly, Cressida her mother and Nerissa wrapped her arms loosely around her
brother, Ezio.
The switching of who was hugging who went on for a long time, until it
happened.
Cressida was secure in John's arms.
Nerissa was wrapped up in Emori's.
And Tamora, snuggled to Ilian, preparing for their last moments at home.
"I love you." Tamora choked out over Ilians shoulder, clinging to him tightly.
"I love you too." He replied, just trying to savior the moment, this very
moment.
He knew it wouldn't be the last time he saw her, but, she was going away for
weeks and he knew he would miss Tamora.
Cressida hugged him tight "take good care of mom for me okay? Don't drive her
too wild..." Cressida teased, squeezing John's stomach gently.
He forced a smile, hugging her back "I won't kiddo, I won't." He sighed,
rubbing her back gently before she pulled away and left him for awhile.
"Mama, I'm gonna miss you so much..." Nerissa whined, hugging her mother
tightly, resting her head gently against her shoulder. Emori sighed "I know
baby, I'm gonna miss you too." She replied, gently petting her short hair "But
you are strong and you can do it." Emori cooed, trying to ease her daughters
nerves.
Tamora sighed, watching the family hug for the last time "Neri, Cress...Let's
go, before this gets any harder." She choked out, wrapping the bull whip around
her neck gently.
The spear was lifted and daggers were sheathed as the three girls left the
cave, mounting the horses and in the pouring rain, left for the meeting place.
John watched till the three black animals were gone before turning and going
back inside, he slammed his fist against the stone wall, letting out a cry of
frustration. He was sad,angry , confused, worried, every aching emotion of
negativity ran through his body.
"Ezio, how could I let them go? They're still children." He forced out through
gritted teeth.
His only son turned to him "Because you believe in them and know they can do
it." He replied, his hands resting behind his back "Now, come along, momma made
panther." He lightly began to led his father over to the small fire, even he
knew dinner wouldn't be the same without Tamora's sassy remarks, Cressida
inhaling her food and demanding more and Nerissa telling her stories. Dinner
would be quiet and lonely. It would be just the three of them as Ilian had
return to his farm, not wanting to stay with the family for the time being.
Just then, the horses returned, it was a sign to let the families know, Tamora,
Cressida and Nerissa had made it safely and were on their way to Polis.
Tamora scoffed slightly, sitting back against the wood of the ship "Fuck
this...I wish I had been told I'd be required to stay up all night." She
scoffed, sipping the water from its metal canteen. "You've got a point..."
Nerissa replied, yawning tiredly.
"oh knock it off you two, you act as if everyone else is sleeping soundly, but
just like you, everyone else is awake and preparing for the arrival at Polis."
Cressida snapped, resting her head against the banister of the wooden staircase
leading up onto the deck.
Slowly, the three were growing homesick and tired, so as any normal person
would do, the three began to drift off to sleep.
Up until some smell caught Nerissas nose, the smell of smoke and burning wood
filled the air. The youngest sisters dark eyes fluttered open, trying to
remember where she was, then it all clicked and the burning smell wasn't
helping anything.
"Cress! T!" She whisper yelled, shaking her sisters slightly "Wake up!" She
insisted, motioning upward. The yelling from on deck alerted Tamora and she
jolted up, grabbing her bull whip and beginning to stomp up the stairs to get
some answers.
Cressida stood, grabbing the spear which had been resting against the wall
"Stay here Nerissa, if any of us deserve to live tonight, It'd be you."
following her eldest sister, Cressida made her way up the creeking wooden
stairs.
Nerissa let out a quiet whine. She'd never fought or defended on her own
before, but today, on this very night, she knew she'd have to do it.
Tamora was greeted with war "Those damn Podakru!" She snapped, unwrapping the
whip and getting herself tangled into the battle.
Cressida, being a strategical warrior, stood for a moment, trying to think of a
plan, until an elbow was shoved violently into her side, causing the girl to
tumble to the ground, shaken from her plan, she looked up noticing someone who
she had run into trouble with only weeks prior "look man, if this is about the
damn cotton, it was given to my sister, who's having her first child in a few
months, it was made into--" Cressida didn't have a chance to reason anymore as
her spear was lifted from the ground where she dropped it, snapped into half
and shoved into the thirteen year olds stomach.
The blood slowly began to drizzle out of her mouth, her eyes going wide.Slowly
she was slipping away and it felt horrid. Her legs were numb, hell everything
was numb and in only seconds all life was gone from her body as it grew limp on
the spear that was then tossed aside like nothing.
Tamora had woven herself into a bit of a mess, she was only one person and
there were at least thirty different podakru warriors attacking the nomadic
grounder at once and Tamora was feeling the pressure.
Normally, Tamora and her sisters fought together, never apart and this became
even harder when she turned and caught a glimpse of the lifeless body laying in
the middle of the ship. Tamora wasn't totally sure if that was her sister and
began to brutally take down as many of the soldiers as she could. Her whip
swinging through the air as she fought, trying to make a path to her sister.
Upon seeing her confirmed fear, the warrior went into shock, the whip fell from
her hands as she knelt down, turning over the body of her sister. her baby
sister.
The baby sister she had met when her parents first came home from space, how
much she loved to hold and snuggle her. How she was able to teach her sister to
hunt and garden and how she had been her best friend, the one she could tell
anything to. Gone. In only minutes and Tamora hadn't been quick enough to save
her nor herself, in only a second her own whip was wrapped tightly around her
throat, a loud gasp escaped her pale lips.
Fear. Only Fear, Tamora struggled against the whip as she tried to break free,
but it was no use,the world around her slowly began to turn black and her face
turned a shade of red before blue.
Then, It was over. Tamora quit struggling as her body tuppled over onto her
sisters.
Nerissa stood mid stair case, daggers in hand as she waited for her sisters to
come back.
That when it happened, an arrow sent her stumbling back down the stairs. Her
daggers nosily falling to the floor as she tried to pull the arrow out, her
heart was pounding and the blood was dripping down her dress as her legs went
numb. "Tamora! Cressida!" She yelped pout, in hopes her sisters would hear her.
But they didn't, Nerissa was fighting as hard as she could and really trying to
wait till her sisters could help her.
But her sisters weren't going to come save her.
Nerissa was going to die, alone and in more pain than ever.
"Tamora...Cressida..?" She whimpered, her head turning and her body slowly
giving out, the arrow in her neck making this long and painful.
All three Murphy girls were dead and the leather beaded bracelets were pulled
from each wrist as the bodies were shoved into the ocean. The bodies would of
been kept and returned to families, but they'd be out for a few months and
after awhile, they'd start to decay and it just wasn't healthy.
 
Weeks had passed and things hadn't been the same at home. There were no playful
arguments between Tamora and Cressida, the sound of two pairs of boots leaving
early in the morning to go hunting was gone, only one would leave.
The gardening was done mostly alone and the cave was silent at times.
With the girls, it was always noisy and full of life, now, just being Emori,
John and Ezio.
Ezio frowned, his eyes fixed on the fire "Dad, you said seven weeks, it's been
nine, why aren't they back yet?" He asked, looking up to his father, who
honestly didn't meet his gaze.
"I don't know Ezio." He replied, his grip on his knife tightening.
That knife, the very first knife Tamora used when she was training. It was dull
and rather worn, considering it had once upon a time been Emori's knife.
The cave fell silent again, Emori didn't speak much nowadays and it was really
depressing. Murphy held the knife, twisting it in his hand, remembering the
training he put into each of his daughters. His eyes turned to his own flesh,
he saw the faded scars from the training. The time Tamora got his wrist with
her whip and left him a nasty scar, Cressida and her spears handle had hit him
on the arm rather rough and it hadn't left a scar but he wouldn't forget it or
the spot it happened and how could John forget? The day Nerissa nicked the
surface of his skin with her daggers, how upset she was that she had hurt her
father.
A small smile crept up on his lips, just remembering the days they were home.
The material that hung above the caves opening was shoved aside as Ilian came
storming in, items in hand that he didn't really want to have.
John stood up, looking at him and what he was holding.
A broken spear, a bloodied whip and two daggers.
The weapons of his three daughters.
"Where did you get these?!" He hissed, feeling his heart begin to pound.
Ezio stood, jogging over, luckily Emori wasn't here, she was down by the river
doing laundry.
Ilian sighed "The captain of the ship shoved them to me, assuming I was part of
his crew or something, he told me to sell them but another look and--" he
sighed, setting the whip and broken spear down.
He showed John the handles of the daggers, a large " NM" had been carved into
them.
Nerissa Murphy.
He then set them aside and picked up the spear, by the sharp pointed blade, a
carved "CM" sat.
Cressida Murphy.
Finally, he picked up the dreaded whip and showed the two men the "TM" that was
carved into the handle of the eight foot bull whip.
Tamora Murphy.
John didn't want to believe what he was seeing. No. this wasn't true. His
daughters weren't dead, this was some kind of prank and he honestly didn't
think it was funny.
"Thank you Ilian." Ezio mustered out, looking at the already leaving farmer
boy, He turned to his father "dad...do you think?" He asked shakily,looking to
the pile of weapons
John cringed before sighing "my three daughters are dead and it's all my
fault." He replied, sitting down beside the pile.
"They're gone and never coming back because of me..."
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