#murphy fic

Most of all though, you looked forward to the stars. Looking up into the barren land you once called a home, and drinking in the beauty of it from a distance.

A twig snapping from behind you made you jump, pulling your attention away from the sky above you. You didn’t need to turn to see who it was, and a small smile grew on your face as he sat down beside you, wordlessly.

Murphy, or John as you were allowed to call him when only his ears were around to hear it. The privacy the blanket of the night sky offered beat any makeshift tent back in your camp, and every night the two of you would sit and enjoy each others company, stargazing as it was called.

Some nights you would speak to each other, other nights you would sit and enjoy each others company in silence. It didn’t really matter whether your words were involved or not - it meant something to both of you either way.

“The stars are out again tonight.” You commented softly, taking his mind back to last night when a thick cloud cover had obscured them from your view. You had still sat and enjoyed the night, but it wasn’t the same without those little beacons lighting up the sky.

“Mmm.” He just hummed, sounding tired.

Not bothered or annoyed by you, just tired. He worked hard around the camp, and despite was people saw on the outside he was more than a snarky dickhead. You hated to say he was different with you, but he was. Maybe it was because you had taken the time to look past the rude exterior, and you hadn’t let prejudice sway how you treated him when you’d first met him.

“Long day?” You asked, shifting your head to the side slightly to look at him. He looked exhausted, heavy bags and sunken cheeks. His face was downturned without emotion, and his eyes were empty despite reflecting the stars above you.

“Yeah.” He nodded, adjusting to lay down beside you. You followed him, allowing your head to rest by his shoulder, brushing against it gently.

You felt his arm come around your shoulders, holding you. To anyone who stumbled out you would look like a love struck couple, but this was just your friendship with him. It was open and soft and gentle, all the things that he wasn’t.

You loved him either way. You didn’t know what kind of love you felt for him, at first it was platonic but now you weren’t so sure. It didn’t really matter - as long as he knew how you felt.

“You ever wish you could still be up there?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“The Ark?”

“Yeah.” He turned his head to look at you, eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t pinpoint.

“God no.” You almost laughed. “Why would I?”

“It was easier up there.” He shrugged. “People hated me, but not the way they do down here. I didn’t have to worry about being speared through the chest and strung up as bait, or how I’d find my next meal.”

“I don’t think it was easier up there.” You admitted. “I didn’t have you up there.”

He squeezed your shoulder. “That’s why it would’ve been easier for you.”

He said it as a joke but you could hear the sincerity behind his words. It made you frown.

“You’re perfect, John. You’ve made Earth so much better for me than you can even begin to understand.”

He was silent at your words for a moment, averting his gaze from yours, looking back to the stars for guidance.

A doubtful feeling grew in your stomach, as you wondered whether or not you’d said the right thing. He opened his mouth, as though he was about to say something but he was cut off.

A large crack of thunder echoed throughout the small valley you called home with the rest of the hundred. Droplets of rain fell from the sky, splattering onto your face, increasing with intensity every couple of seconds.

“We should head inside.” Murphy said, standing abruptly. Rain shook from his hair and clothes as he stood, reaching down to offer you a hand up.

You’d expected him to walk in through the gates with you but as soon as you were on your feet he’d turned and walked off, a nervous, almost shy, air about him that you’d never seen before.

You looked to the stars one more time before heading inside, but they were gone, once again buried beneath the rain clouds.

Better Luck Next Time

(season 1 setting) Murphy is undeniably in love with Fem!Reader. She never takes the bait, resulting in a teasing relationship between them. All of this changes one night.

Is This Enough?

The truth is you could get anyone to sleep with you, male or female. Every single one of the delinquents wanted you in some way or another. Your sarcastic, flirty personality invited all types of people in, then your underlying sweet side kept them on the hook. If you were three percent less of a good person you could manipulate everyone and gain control as their leader.

But that’s not what you want. Truth be told there was also only one person you really wanted to be with. John Murphy.

Walking toward the drop ship you take a seat in the shade with your back resting against the metal. You missed the ark more than you thought you would. Murphy and you had a thing back up on the ark. It started before either of you had been locked up. You two had been… well not quite dating, but also more than just friends. He was there for you when your anxiety became overwhelming, and you were there for him when his father got floated. You helped each other through the rough times.

There were also nights when you two were doing more than just comforting the other. Where you would lock yourselves into your room and let each other explore the other’s body, hands roaming wherever they pleased. Although you’re flirtatious and have had countless suitors, Murphy has been the only one able to bed you and you’d like to keep it that way.

Everything changed when you came to the ground though. It was a lot harder to find alone time with him when everyone was either off setting up camp or causing trouble. And Murphy was really good at causing trouble.

“Y/N!” A voice calls out to you. Looking to your right you see him, the boy consuming your thoughts.

“Yeah, Murphy?” You raise an eyebrow at him, even though you’ve only been on the ground for a few days it’s felt like he’s been ignoring you. He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.

“I didn’t know you had a thing for the king over there,” he snidely says, head motioning towards where Bellamy was standing and flirting with his next victim.

“Excuse you?” You question him.

“Don’t act so innocent, I saw you and him today. I also heard about his escapades last night. Hope you had fun,” he spits the word fun at you like it’s poison.

“First off dick head, you should know Bellamy isn’t my type. Second, you should also know that I don’t share. Third, if I had gotten into bed with him,” you stand up and start walking just so you can bump him with your shoulder, “how would that be any of your business?” You turn back to face him, your arms outstretched, begging him to answer your question. But you continue before he can even form a thought. “Because it seems like you’re the one who’s in bed with him, guard dog.” The last words are spit back at him with just as much poison that he had for you.

“I am not his guard dog, and you’re the one who’s been flirting with every person with a heartbeat.” He takes a step closer to you, voice low and angry.

“Seriously? You think I care about any of them?” You match his step with one of your own, you two are almost chest to chest now, mere inches separating you from him.

“Well, it sure seems like you don’t care about me,”  his voice has lost its anger, instead a twinge of sadness is showing. Even though you’re only a breath away from each other his eyes won’t meet yours.

“God, you really are a dumbass Murphy. You’re the only one I’ve ever cared about.” You grab his face, forcing him to look at you.

“Then why aren’t you acting like it,” he takes ahold of your arm, prying your hand from his cheek. He doesn’t let it go quite yet, he needs to hear your answer, he needs to know that you truly care for him. Care unlike any before you has.

“You’re the one who refuses to talk to me. I’ve been trying to get your attention since we landed but you’ve been to busy trying to be the camp badass.”

“I-” Murphy looks down again, thinking of what to say, a way to justify his actions. “I just didn’t know if you wanted to be with me the way I want to be with you. It was different on the ark,” his hand that isn’t holding yours runs through his hair, “we had a set time limit of being together. Eventually one of us would turn 18 and that was it, we knew what our future held. Down here? Nothing is for sure, and I’m-” he changes his grip on your hand so your fingers are intertwined, “I’m scared. I just didn’t want to let everyone know that.”

You let out a sigh and take your hand out of his. He finally looks up at you, shock, fear, and sadness cover his face. You grab his shoulders and pull him into a hug, your hands wrap around the back of his neck as you bury your face into his skin. He pulls you even tighter into him, arms around your waist, his head resting on top of yours. That’s where you stand. You have no idea for how long or for how short, but you stand there pressed against one another.

You understand now, how could you not? You’re scared out of your mind too.

“Murphy, you’re not the only one that’s terrified. We all are. We’re just trying to distract ourselves from all of this madness.” You haven’t let go of him, just lifted your head enough to look him in the eyes, so he can see your sincerity.

“Even you?” He looks at you, a smirk finding its way onto his lips.

“Me? Scared? Only in your wildest dreams.” You take a step away from him with a wink to follow.

“Doll, let me assure you that you’re feeling a very different emotion in my dreams,” he says as he grabs your waist, his grip is tight on you. He’s not willing to let you go quite yet.

“What emotion is it then? Anger? You make me feel that one quite often,” you counter his touch with one of your own, grabbing the back of his neck. You don’t know when this became a competition, but you’re definitely going to win it.

“I can get you fired up in a different way,” his hand slides from your waist to your ass, grabbing it tighter than he had before.

“I doubt it,” you lean up to whisper in his ear, “I don’t think you have the skill.”

That’s all it took for him to give in. The next thing you know your back is against the drop ship and his mouth is on yours. Your hands move to his hair, pulling on the strands on the base of his neck.

His hands are wandering all over you, moving from one place to another faster than you can keep track of. They’re on your waist, your thighs, your breast, anywhere he can grab on to you. He’s not only doing it for pleasure but to make sure you’re really there. That his seemingly perfect match is real. That you’re real.

You match his ferocity with your own, lips moving in perfect, fast-paced synch before you break away. Your lips move down his neck- sucking, kissing, licking until you find the spot. The spot that makes someone go weak in the knees. For him, it's right where his neck meets his shoulder. You continue to suck his sweet spot, determined to leave a hickey, to let everyone know he belongs to you.

He hoists you up by the back of your thighs, instinctively you wrap your legs around him. You can feel everything in this position, and he makes sure of that as he thrusts his hard-on into you. Breaking away from his neck you lean your head against the wall, gasping.

It’s his turn now to coat your neck in kisses. Little moans and whimpers fall from your lips, his kisses combined with his thrusts are driving you up the wall. You were desperate for him. It had only been a few days, but they were enough to make you miss him more than you ever thought possible.

You grab him once again, pulling his lips back to yours. Moving your hand down, down, down you feel his core muscles contracting underneath his shirt before you reach your destination, the top of his pants. Carefully you go to slip your hand-

Snap. The sound of a branch breaking brings you out of your pleasure filled moment. Murphy stops once the sound registers with him, he lets go of you- letting your legs hit the ground so you’re standing once more.

“Well, that was fun,” he smirks down at you, his hand is on the wall next to your head keeping you close to him.

“It’ll be even more fun when you join me in my tent tonight,” you say as you slip under his arm and walk back towards camp.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that,” he stands in the same place you left him, staring at your retreating form.

“Well, you would be a fool not to,” you reply, not even looking at him over your shoulder. You didn’t need to, you know he’ll be there.

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Lunging towards you Murphy grabs your arm twisting it behind your back and pressing you against the wall. With your free hand, you grab Murphy’s shirt. It’s enough of a distraction for you to push one of your legs between his and kick it out from under him.

“You keep getting me on the ground, trying to tell me something?” His smirk says it all. Murphy doesn’t like feeling weak, so flirting is how he gains control.

As he goes to stand you kick his chest forcing him back to the floor. You drop to your knees next to him, throwing a leg around his waist you’re now straddling him. Grabbing his wrists you place them above his head. He’s trapped.

“Yeah, I’m trying to tell you,” leaning down to whisper in his ear, “you suck at this,” you say. Two can play at his game.

Suddenly he flips you so you’re the one on the bottom now. “What was that about anticipating the next move?”

God, did that stupid smirk ever leave his face? Your knee meets his crotch in retaliation, catching him off guard. He rolls off of you, groaning and clutching his balls in pain. Men are so weak.

The entire reason you were doing this was to lift Murphy’s spirits and get to the bottom of his isolation. Bellamy was convinced he was depressed and needed someone to talk to, and to his credit, you were pretty sure he was right. Every time you tried to talk to him about anything other than fighting he deflected you, changed the subject or made a flirty comment.

“That,” he points at you, “was not okay.”

“You had a weak spot, I found it,” you sit up and shrug your shoulders at him.

“So, do you think I could’ve been an Azgeda warrior?” He rises to a sitting position so he’s face to face with you, knees almost touching.

“Oh John Murphy, you wouldn’t stand a chance,” you tilt your head at him, tone as condescending as they come.

“I think I held my own against you,” he leans in, eyes glinting with mischief. It’s a look you haven’t seen on his face in a long time, for a moment it takes your breath away.

“Yeah, when I was holding back,” you rise from the ground holding a hand out to him, he grasps it and you pull him up to you.

“You keep telling yourself that,” he bumps you with his shoulder. You look over at him, no matter how hard Murphy tried to hide what he was feeling you could always see through him. It came with being a spy. Right now he was trying to hide a sadness, one that had been within him for a long, long time.

“I’ll tell myself that for as long as you tell yourself you’re okay,” the gleam in his eyes leaves when your words register. He really thought he had fooled you, made you think he was okay when he’s so obviously not. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know he felt alone and unneeded.

“Murphy, you know we all care about you, right? We’re all scared too, I’ve never seen anything but the ground, being in this metal death trap we call a home terrifies me,” your hand automatically finds his arm rubbing soothing circles into him.  

“I’m not scared,” he shakes your hand off of him, “I just-”

He cuts himself off, keeping everything concealed like he’s done his whole life.

“Don’t feel needed,” you supply him with the words he was looking for. A sigh leaves his lips. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that, it wasn’t my intention. I know what it feels like to be unwanted. I never want you to feel like that.”

“It’s not you Y/N, you’ve always been there for me,” he looks you in the eyes when he says that.

Truth be told you two had been there for each other. You met him in Arkadia before John had joined Jaha on his journey. He and you were…  dating you guess? You had never really had a lover, let alone a boyfriend, before, warriors weren’t allowed to enjoy frivolous pleasures of the skin. Instead, they were to be dedicated to defending the throne. Being with Skaikru was the first time you finally felt free. And being with John was the first time you finally felt heard.

He felt the same way, no one had given a damn before you. But then he met Emori. You couldn’t blame him for falling for her, she was gorgeous and misunderstood- just like him. But now, it was just you two here like how it used to be, how it was supposed to be. Emori had kicked him out, she knew what was wrong just not how to help him; this was a problem she couldn’t relate to.

“And I will always be here,” you grab his hand in yours. “Murphy, I want to talk to you, to know what you feel. What’s happened to you since the last time we actually got to talk?”

“A lot has changed,” he only says three words but they reveal defeated he is. He turns back to you, you can see his walls coming down in front of you, brick by brick. Murphy is broken, but you’re determined to help him put himself back together again.

“So tell me all about it,” you ask of him.

And that’s what he does. You both go back to your room and he divulges everything that’s happened to him. He puts the darkest parts of him on a platter, there for the taking. You devour them. In turn, you display your own demons, the ones that have followed you since your childhood. The night ends with the two of you passed out in your bed, as you slept you gravitated towards each other, when you awaken in the morning you’re clutching one another.

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