The 100 Oneshots: (including LGBTQ+)

Murphy the Menace

Thanks for requesting! Hope you like what I did.

Again, I'll just pick a random name and u can swap it out for urs.

Time stamp- s1 ep 2/3

Your character- Raven's younger sister, Remi.

"Dammit Murphy!" The two kids had been walking for hours without food or water, out in the forest that grew darker with each passing second.

Lonely howls and every sounds came from the depths of the woods as the two teenagers wandered aimlessly through the pitch black night.

Beasts lurked in nearby bushes and around every corner. Murphy and Remi had trekked through the forest drowsily as the sky turned from a steel gray to black over the course of the evening.

Murphy, exhausted from the hike, let his feet give out underneath him and collapsed against a fallen, rotting log.

"What?" He breathed heavily as the girl collapsed next to him, panting just as much.

She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and threw her head up to look at the sky, which was overflowing with bright starlight.

"You- were the one" she spoke thickly and in shark breaths, "- who got us stuck out here. Bastard."

Murphy, albeit being tired, offered a tiny smirk through deep breaths.

"You decided to follow me out here. Bellamy would've let you stay."

Remi huffed and quickly felt on the ground for a nearby twig. She grasped one in her hand and struck Murphy hard in the head.

He threw up his hands as he fell back, yelling, "ow! What the hell?"

Remi glared at him through slitted eyes and began the slow, awkward process of getting up.

Once standing, she dusted off her dirt covered jacket and stalked off to find a larger branch.

Murphy groaned and fell back against the log.

A few moments later, Remi returned with a heaping pile of sticks and branches, clearly intending to start a fire, or try at least.

Before she reached Murphy, she collapsed, branches spilling everywhere.

As Remi fell, she hit her knee roughly on a jagged rock and came crashing down hard on her shoulder, and consequently heard a terrible ripping noise.

Murphy was up in a flash, jogging over to her to help get her footing again.

Remi winced as she felt a pair of nimble hands close around her shoulders.

Once she was up, she tried to readjust her jacket, which was falling apart and ripped at the shoulder.

To her surprise, her entire shoulder, bloodied and a mess, was exposed, her jacket dangling off precariously, blowing slightly in the wind.

Remi felt some heat go into her cheeks as she felt wind brush against her bare collar bone and her lower chest.

She watched Murphy's eyes travel to the top of her shirt, and he reached his hand out to fix it.

His warm fingers brushed smoothly against her collarbone and she shivered a bit.

Murphy's fingertips brushed along the surface of her shirt and closed around the fabric to cover up the small scrape on her chest.

His eyes met hers, and she got lost in them. His crystal blue eyes like the color of the water in the Caribbean, so deep that she thought she might drown. As far as she knew, there weren't any lifeboats.