Life on the ground was incredible.

It was like nothing I could've ever imagined, even though there were threats, such as the grounders and unstudied plants due to radiation- but none as big as John Murphy.

Everywhere I looked he'd be there; infecting everything with his toxins. The power Bellamy had given him went straight to his head, he truly believed he was better than everyone.

He seemed to know I hated him, and he gladly reciprocated that. His way of showing me? By humiliating me every chance he got.

I hadn't understood why he hated me, I had always tried to be nice to everyone around camp; even him at times, but he knew just how to wear my patience thin.

I had been peacefully minding my business skinning the newly fresh rabbit brought in by the hunting party. The game they brought was enough to feed everyone for the next two weeks. A deer, two bunnies, and a bird. One girl also brought in a few plants for me to work with for seasoning.

I was the camp butcher and cook, having sadly lost the previous ones. Everyone always adored my cooking and I tried to work with what we had.

Well, everyone except Murphy.

"What're you doing?"

The voice hit my ears like nails on a chalkboard, I didn't need to turn around to know who was about to pester me into a hole.

"What do you think I'm doing roach," I ask with heavy annoyance in my voice, still focused on skinning the rabbits while the water for the stew boiled.

"Poisoning the camp with your horrendous cooking," I could hear him walking closer to me, and my patience grew thin with every step.

"just go away-" I had been cut off by a loud crash.

He had kicked the pot of boiling water over into the dirt, drawing the attention of others.

This was my final straw.

Gripping the knife in my hand I swiftly grabbed Murphy, holding the bloodied knife to his throat.

"Fuck you, Murphy!" I shouted the blood from the rabbit was now on his neck.

Fear was masked behind ego in his eyes, I could tell he was scared by the way his hands defensively went up.

"I'm sorry, alright!" He spewed, something was relieving about hearing those words, seeing him so afraid of me. Though, anybody would be afraid.

Deep down I knew I wouldn't kill him, I knew the consequences of that. Killing Murphy wouldn't be worth getting tossed out of camp.

It had only been a few seconds before Bellamy was pulling me off of him. I didn't fight it, I just glanced around at everyone before picking up the pot and heading out to the river to collect more water while also clearing my mind.

There were never any final straws with Murphy around.

When I returned back to camp the air was thick with tension, and eyes were locked onto me as I prepped the broth for the rabbit meat.

I wasn't sure what Murphy could've told them, and I didn't care, if they chose to believe the cockroach then humanity was doomed.

It only took an hour to get the soup ready, everyone leaving me alone. I hadn't spotted Murphy yet, he wasn't terrorizing anyone, not making his presence known.

Was one threat really all it took to get rid of him?

Once I set up food for everyone I headed towards my shared ten with Raven, exhaustion quickly catching up with me. I had long forgotten about Murphy, the only thing on my mind was a peaceful night's rest.

Entering the tent I shrugged off my shirt, trying to change into a new one when I felt someone grab me from behind, making a yelp rupture from me.

I felt something cold and sharp press against my neck, fear instantly climbing up my spine as I thrashed around. The person's hand went to cover my mouth as he leaned in towards my ear.

"What're you gonna do now?" He whispered threateningly.

I instantly knew who it was, his scent invading my nose in a surprisingly good way. I tried to fight it, the thoughts of how his hands were on me felt good, this was no moment to think about Murphy like this.

He was holding a knife to my throat for fucks sake!

Knowing Murphy I thought he was really going to kill me, I soon felt regret for holding that knife to him.

I stopped thrashing around as it was no use, my breathing became wild as I prepared for the worst.

"Giving in to me so easily?" His hand uncovered my mouth, fingers still touching my lips.

"Suck," He demanded, his tone of voice was strong despite being hushed so nobody would hear.

This was the last thing I'd expect to happen with Murphy.

I couldn't help the lower sensation begin to rise throughout my entire body as I opened my mouth, Murphy's fingers instantly invaded the wet and warm place. I felt fuzzy and vulnerable all over, soon realizing I was enjoying this.

"Good girl," He said, making my thighs clench together, trying to get any type of friction to my clit.

Over time the blade on my neck didn't scare me, the fear turned to pleasure. My lower body became needy, the taste of his fingers being engraved into my mind as I was sucking wildly as if it was Murphy's cock and not just his fingers.

I could sense his smirk after I let out a soft moan, he was enjoying this too. Having me under his control, to do whatever he wanted with me. The thought could've made me cum then and there.

"Remember this next time," He whispered into my ear.

His knife trailed up and down my body, making me shiver at the coldness of the metal.

He suddenly retracted his hands to his sides, making me miss his fingers and the authority he held over me.

I turned around and he was leaving the tent, the taste of his fingers still vivid in my mouth.

I had debated running after him and demanding an explanation but I stood there, starstruck.

It didn't take long for me to snap back into reality, the thoughts I had about Murphy hit me like a train, embarrassment suddenly replacing the feeling before. I tried reminding myself I hated him, but despite everything I told myself, my body longed for his touch once again.

I wasn't sure what possessed me that night, I was sure it'd pass after a night's sleep. But I wasn't even safe in my dreams, his touch followed me everywhere.

Who knew weeks of hate could diminish with a few touches?

Though I still hated him.

I was sure of that.

But I couldn't stop my attraction.

I couldn't stop my mind from roaming in places it shouldn't.

I couldn't.

The only day I wish he annoyed me, he didn't. He would walk right past my butcher table, right by me. As if the previous night hadn't happened, as if his fingers didn't fill my mouth searching every crevice and crease.

Every so often Id catch him stealing glances at me- or at least I thought I did.

But I knew it was true when he was the first in line for breakfast, taking an extra long time to pick out his decision, forcing the tension between us to grow thicker. It was like he was torturing me like he knew just how bad I needed him.

The feeling had become too much for me, I quickly filled the bowls for dinner and rushed off to my tent once again, needing to relieve myself at least a little bit. I knew Raven was working with Monty in the dropship to figure out the wristbands so I had a bit of time to myself.

Rushing into my tent I dropped my pants and threw them onto a nearby chair. I climbed into the makeshift bed and began sucking on my own fingers, trying to mimic Murphy's movements the best I could.

I couldn't believe myself, getting off to the guy I despised with every ounce of my being. The way his middle part looked, how his nose was a bit too big for his face, how dark his blue eyes looked. I imagined every part of him, going back to that night in my mind.

My other hand snaked down to my clothed pussy, rubbing myself through the fabric while a series of moans escaped my occupied lips.

"Murphy..." I let out unrestrained, speeding up my movements.

"Yeah?" I heard someone ask.

My eyes instantly shot open as I scrambled up, staring at the one and only Murphy. How did he keep sneaking in her without me hearing?

He walked closer to me, "Don't let me stop you," He spoke, staring down at me.

I was frozen with shock, unable to process what just happened. How much had he seen? My face must've been a bright red by now.

"Too scared now? I said, Don't let me stop you." His hands found their way to my throat, giving it a light squeeze. I wasn't sure of his motives but I knew, in this moment, I was more turned on than ever.

The grip he had on my throat only turned me on more, now soaking through my panties.

I shakily began rubbing myself through my panties again, my nerves shooting through the roof. The man Id been having fantasies about was now watching me fuck myself.

Murphy swiftly unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, bringing his hard cock out in front of my face, the sight had me drooling while he smirked down at me.

"Put that practice to good use," He spoke, tapping his tip on my lips, the hand on my throat now running to my hair, grabbing a fist full of it causing me to open my mouth just enough for him to thrust into it. He released a low groan at the initial feeling, the taste of his cock now invading my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the shaft of his dick while he fucked mercilessly into my mouth, gripping my hair tighter every time to keep me still. With every thrust he hit the back of my throat, sending chills down my entire body.

"Thought you hated me," He said in between grunts, "Now you have my dick in your mouth," His familiar smirk was still planted on his face, he'd never let me live this down.

I felt his dick twitch in my mouth before he pulled out, tear snow streaming down my face.

"Fuck you," I said in between breaths, regaining my composure.

"Yeah, don't worry, you're about to." He took me by the arm and made me lay flat with my ass in the air.

His hands grabbed and slapped at my ass, making me squeak out pathetic moans. Grabbing the waistband of my panties he dragged them down, revealing my soaked pussy.

"You sure you hate me?"

Before I could reply he had already trusted into my pussy, giving me no warning. the sudden filling made my back arch. Murphy threw his head back, relishing the feeling of my tight pussy around his dick.

He didn't let me adjust before he was thrusting deep inside of me, unable to control his urges. The pleasure was unlike anything of felt before, his length made it so easy to hit every spot inside me, spots I'd never even known of.

"I hate you!" I moaned out, I wasn't sure if it was true or not anymore, I just didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of knowing I loved being fucked by him.

"Want me to stop?" He retorted. He knew I didn't want him to stop, so when I didn't answer he grabbed a fist full of my hair again, forcing me to prop my arms up to support myself. The grip on my hair only helped him pound into me further, not giving me any chance to think.

I wasn't just full of Murphy, I was full of hatred. I hated the fact I enjoyed this so much, hated the fact I never wanted it to end, hated the fact he could make me feel this good, hated how much I loved this.

"Fuck, Murphy!" I felt the familiar wave of my climax race up my body, making me shake with pleasure as I came around his dick. This didn't stop Murphy, in fact, it only fueled him more.

"Just let it out," He spoke breathily, my arms felt like they were gonna give out but before they could he pulled my hair, bringing my back to his chest as he held me up. "Let everyone in camp know how good you feel right now,"

His hands snaked up my body to my neck, giving it a tight squeeze, something I never thought I'd be into until Murphy.

"I hate you," I moaned out between cries and breaths, my sweet spot now becoming sensitive as he kept relentlessly fucking me.

"Sure looks like it," He smirked into my shoulder, now beginning to suck and bite as his own climax was nearing the edge.

The grip on my neck was enough to make me cum again, the tightening helping Murphy reach his own high.

Murphy quickly pulled out of me, shooting his load onto the ground of the tent, laying his head in the crook of my neck while he caught his breath. I leaned into his touch while his hands slid up and down my sides, tracing each curve with admiration.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked muffled.

"Go fuck yourself,"

Despite my words, he knew I wanted it just as bad as he did.

His teeth grazed your neck, threatening to bite, though not breaking skin.

He groaned, his head falling onto your shoulder. The more he pushed, the closer you got. The warmth in your stomach spreading lower.

His hips stuttered and white hot sprits filled your insides. But he didn’t stop, he continued to rock his hips, his right hand coming down to rub his fingers against your clit.

The tightness wound up and quickly released, leaving you moaning against his hand.

As your moans quieted, he removed his hand, sliding it to your cheek. He pulled out of you, tucking himself into his pants. He kissed you softly, then reached down to pick up your shirt. The sun was beginning to rise and you needed to be back at camp soon.

“I love you.” Murphy whispered, his hand stroking the side of your neck.

“I love you,” you replied, arms around his neck.

You grabbed your things, and went your separate ways. It was easier to seperate, so if you got caught coming back to camp you weren’t caught sneaking out together.

The sun was just shining over the horizon when you snuggled into your sleeping bag.

———

You woke up to the sound of yelling.

“God! Do you ever shut up!” Your brother yelled.

“No. I am incapable of not talking.” Murphy’s sarcasm boomed in the air.

“No one wants to hear you! so just shut up!” Something Murphy had said must have really ticked him off.

“I don’t know, it seemed last night like your sister enjoyed hearing me talk. Among other things.” He wiggled his brow suggestively.

You immediately shot up and were out of your tent in seconds. Murphy and 10k stood about 10 feet away, Murphy looked smug while 10k had his fists clenched.

Before you could move any closer, 10k had swung his fist; knocking Murphy in the jaw.

His head jerked to the side but he managed to stay upright.

You launched forward, pushing yourself between them.

“Stop! Jesus Christ just stop!” You yelled, your back pressing into Murphy’s body while your hands pressed against 10k’s chest

10k was breathing heavily and was seething in rage.

“I mean did you honestly not notice her sneaking out of your tent every night so i could fuck her?” Murphy taunted, and 10k jerked forward.

Your face grows hot and you turn to glare at Murphy.

“God she moans kid, i have to cover her mouth or else she just screams.”

“M-murphy! Stop that!” She stuttered, face going pink.

10k tried to swing over your head but you grabbed his arm and pushed him away.

You moved away from Murphy, grabbing 10k’s arm and pulling him off towards your tent.

He was absolutely unraged, and you weren’t sure how to reassure him without making him angrier.

You just hoped talking it out would do the trick.

———

“Hey, you! Get back to work!” I yelled at one of the workers; did they not understand that without that wall the grounders would kill us all? 

“I don’t see you doing anything to help out.” the boy muttered, but I heard him loud and clear.

“The fuck you just say? I need to organize everything and make sure nothing goes wrong and to watch over idiots like you.” I replied with a sneer on my face, crossing my arms across my chest and puffing it out. “Now, I said get back to work.” the boy reluctantly got back to work, not without throwing a classic ‘bitch face’ at me. I wasn’t too bothered, I was used to it.

“Murphy! Get over here.” Bellamy yelled out across the camp. I didn’t want to make him wait so I ran towards him, slightly out of breath by the time I reached him. 

“Yeah, Bellamy? What’s up?” I asked, wondering what he called me over for.

“You and I need to have a private meeting tonight about what we are going to do with the camp. To make sure no one hears us, come to my tent when everyone is asleep.” I knew that Bellamy meant business but I still couldn’t help the shiver that ran down my spine at his gravelly command. 

“Yeah alright, I’ll be there.” My response came out a lot breathier than I'd have liked, blaming it on the smirk on his face. Did he know the effect he had on me? He walked away and I couldn’t help myself from staring at his perfect, round ass. Holy shit what I would do just to- Wait what? The hell is wrong with you? Get your shit together Murphy. After a few more hours of watching over everyone working and making sure everything was running smoothly, night time finally came. I was buzzing with nerves even though our meeting was only for strategy, but the thought of being alone with Bellamy while everyone was asleep... Murphy, what is going on with you? You like girls, not guys, and definitely not Bellamy. 

After waiting about another half hour to make sure everyone was asleep, I slowly started making my way over to Bellamy’s tent, calling out for him as quietly as I could, “Bellamy it’s me, can I come in?” 

“Yeah, just close the tent behind you when you come in.” 

I walked in, immediately zipping up the tent after me and before turning around to face him; once I did, I felt my blood rushing to my cock: there he was standing in all of his glory, shirtless with a slight sheen of sweat glistening off of his pectoral muscles, down to his rock hard abs I wanted to lick. He was only in his underwear, aiming a smirk at me.

“You like what you see?” he voiced, slowly making his way towards me.

“Uh, Bellamy, what are you-” 

“-I see the way you look at me,” he breathed out, cutting me off before I could mouth another word, watching as he kept inching closer to me. “I know you want me just as much as I want you.” he growled. My cock was already straining against my pants, begging to be released. 

“I uh, ahem.” I coughed. He reached me and grabbed my waist, pulling me in with such force that I had to lean on his chest for support. God, his skin felt so good against my fingers. He grabbed my left hand with his right and brought it down to his crotch, angling it around his pulsing dick. 

“You see how fucking hard you make me?” he moaned. I couldn’t even form words, unable to believe my deepest, darkest desires were coming true. I always thought Bellamy was a commanding guy but holy shit, I could already tell he had something big in store waiting for me. He started sucking, licking, and biting my neck, coaxing a moan to escape my lips, all the while still keeping my hand on his cock, slowly stroking it back and forth. He abruptly pulled away to rip off my shirt. "Take off your clothes now" he grunted in a low, commanding voice so I wasted no time to take off my pants and my underwear, excitement and lust coursing through my veins. He glanced down at my cock, throbbing against my thigh and grunted, liking what he was seeing. He picked me up like I was nothing and threw me onto his bed, slowly stalking over to me, purposefully increasing my desire. He stopped at the end of the bed, taking off his underwear, but not rushing it, giving me a show that I was more than happy to enjoy. The second his cock bounced out I let out an appreciative moan: he was fucking huge, the cliche thought of it not being able to fit crossed my mind, but before I could keep thinking about it he crawled on the bed, leaving slow, sensual kisses up my calves and thighs. 

“I’m gonna suck your cock and you're going to be a good boy and keep quiet.” he grunted. He licked up my shaft and placed a kitten lick on my tip, looking at me in the eyes, his pupils dilated, indicating his own desire. He kept teasing me, forcing whimpers to come spilling out of my throat, “Please Bellamy.” I begged. He smirked up at me and finally wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. Just the sight of him sucking me almost had me cumming, to the point that I closed my eyes and looked away. He slapped my thigh to get my attention and gave me a look that said “Don’t look away”, all the while still moving up and down over me. 

“Fuck...”After what felt like thirty seconds, I moaned, “Fuck Bell, I’m gonna cum.” 

He instantly pulled away, me whining and attempting to pull him back. He swatted away my hands, “The only time your going to cum is on my cock.” he growled. He moved me to sit up and laid down, “You said you were my right hand, so why don’t you put it to use?” he asked with lust-filled orbs and a devilish smirk on his face. “Go ahead and add your mouth and tongue in like a good boy.” he continued. I never thought that being submissive to anyone was appealing, but with Bellamy, I couldn’t get enough. His praise was like a song to my ears, I desperately wanted to keep hearing it. I got down to the bottom of the bed, admiring his toned and muscular legs before crawling up to his large, throbbing member. I licked my lips in anticipation as he grabbed my hair with his hand, “No teasing, suck my cock nice and good and I’ll even reward you with my load.” he grounded out. The thought of swallowing Bellamy’s cum instantly made me harder. He instantly took notice and smirked, “Yeah? You want daddy’s cum down your throat?” I nodded, unable to voice what I was thinking. He harshly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, “Say it.” he growled. 

“I- I want your cum... daddy.” I hesitantly said, the words sounding foreign coming out of my mouth. He seemed pleased with my answer, letting go of my chin and bringing his hand back to my hair. I had never done this before but I wanted to make him feel good like he did to me. I wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock and began to slowly inch my way down, he moaned and his grip in my hair got tighter.

 “Come on you can do better.” he affirmed. I went all the way down until his tip hit the back of my throat, wanting to go further. I swallowed around him and took him to his base; he moaned loudly at that, forcing his hips up into my mouth. I kept going, licking, sucking up and down, reveling in the moans he was releasing, “Fuck your so good at that, I’m gonna throat fuck you.” he barked. He grabbed both sides of my head and started lowering me onto his cock, simultaneously pumping his hips up. He fucked my throat with relentless speed, everything turning into a blur until I gave up and closed my eyes. I relaxed my throat, knowing it was the only way to survive his onslaught. “Fuck I’m gonna cum, oh fuck yeah, take my load like a good boy.” he swore. I prepared myself, excitedly waiting for the white substance to slide down my throat. After a few more pumps he stilled, holding me in place while I swallowed every drop of cum he offered me, “Oh fuck yeah, shit, that was amazing.” he breathed out. He pulled me up by my arms to kiss me, tasting himself on my lips he moaned into my mouth. He forced entry into my mouth with his tongue, mapping out everything that he could until he was satisfied. 

Bellamy then turned us over, him hovering above me. He lifted my bare legs over his shoulders and stuck two fingers into my mouth, “Suck.” he commanded. I licked and sucked as much as I could before he pulled them out of my mouth and brought them towards my rim. I had never done this before so I tensed up, Bellamy sensing the change in my mood, “It’s ok, just relax, daddy is going to take care of you.” At his praise, I slowly relaxed. He reached two fingers into my hole and I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping my lips. He pressed his other hand over my mouth, fearing we would wake others. He pumped his fingers relentlessly in and out of my hole, stretching it to his liking. 

After a couple more pumps, he pulled his fingers out and dribbled some excess saliva to lube his cock. I had to bite my hand to hold in a moan when his tip breached my hole. He was so fucking big and I knew that he was going to stretch me deliciously. Inch by inch he kept going until he bottomed out, “Holy shit you're so tight, keeping daddy’s cock nice and warm.” he grunted. I had trouble breathing, his cock piercing me and stretching me to the breaking point. He started to move, slowly so I could accommodate his large member. At first, it hurt, stretching my hole immensely, but after a few more pumps, I got used to his size and my pleasure overtook my pain. He noticed the blissed look on my face, “Yeah that’s it, feels good doesn’t it?” I nodded furiously, desperately trying to keep quiet. “Fuck, I’m gonna start fucking you ok?” he growled, only barely holding himself back. 

“Please Bellamy... daddy fuck me.” I begged. He snapped, going from his slow sensual pace to a rapid pounding. I couldn’t even breath: the second I inhaled, his fierce thrust knocked the air right out of my lungs. I pulled him closer by the neck and whispered, “Fuck Bell, I can’t take it, it’s too much.” I choked out. 

“Yes you can, take it.” he growled in response. He picked up the pace, brutally fucking me into the bed. I cried out, holding in my noises impossible at this point, he slapped his hand across my mouth while thrusting into me at bruising speeds. I felt my orgasm building as I reached to stroke my cock, “No, you’re cumming on my cock and my cock only.” he declared, holding my hands above my head with one of his own. His rapid thrusts were hitting my g-spot so perfectly that he had me cumming within seconds. My seed spurting all over my chest, screaming into his hand, Bellamy smirked and let out a moan, “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he warned,  “daddy is gonna breed your tight little hole.” After a few more pumps he moaned, a little too loudly, but, at that point, neither of us could find the energy to care. I felt his seed spilling into me, warming up my insides. He pulled out, cleaned up my chest with his thrown shirt and slumped against the bed beside me. “Holy shit that was hot.” he breathed out. “I’ve never felt that good in my entire life.” I begrudgingly admitted. 

The day Titus died was a great tragedy for us all, questions had been shouted every time I passed through Polis, and Azgeda tried taking over my place. The people were scared of what the future may hold.

"Heda, what shall we do?" One of the ambassadors asked me, bowing down.

I thought for a second, "Search village to village for a fleimkepa, do not return to me till you've found one." I demanded, turning my head to the guards standing before the door. They nodded before taking their leave. Whispers were heard throughout the crowd.

"This meeting is done," I spoke loudly, tired of their questions.

Watching as they exited the castle my mind went back to Titus, he was a great flame keeper. He always knew what to do, having served 6 commanders before me. His death was unexpected, having passed in the dead of night, with no wounds. A peaceful death, something he deserved.

The only thing I could do was hope the next flame keeper was a good soul.

The sound of bells ringing and long distant chatter had awoken me, the sun beams hitting my face from the open curtains. A sight I had come to love while living in the tower.

Prying the blankets off my bed I shivered at the cold air, the fire at the end of my room doing nothing.

Placing my feet on the cold ground I rushed to the neatly placed pile of clothes sitting at the end of my bed, my shoulder gear and faded red sash included- it was important I'd wear the shoulder piece. It separated me from everyone else. I had been the second commander to rule over all 13 clans, Lexa being the first. She had united them into one coalition before her passing. Her spirit chose me wisely in the conclave.

Placing the small gear on my forehead I opened the doors to be met with guards.

"Heda, we've been waiting for you. We found a new fleimkepa,"

I had followed them down to the temple below the tower, a place Titus thought was sacred- only allowing specific people down there.

Walking down the steps I had grown nervous to meet this new flame keeper.

I stepped into the room, the only light coming from the torches lit around the room illuminating the drawings on the walls.

A pod stood on the back wall- which my new flame keeper was examining. He only turned around to face me when one of my guards coughed to get his attention.

Looking him up and down I took in his every feature, his middle part that's ever so slightly matted with blood and dirt, the stubble around his mouth, and his tall lean body covered by a dirty long robe. it all complimented him so well.

He looked quite handsome- this was supposed to be my flame keeper?

He hadn't even bowed to me when I entered the room, he stared at me awkwardly- as if he didn't even know I was the commander, I felt quite offended at his actions.

"So, you're the new fleimkepa?" I spoke as if the thought was absurd, and it was. To think this ragged man was a flame keeper, someone who was supposed to lead the commander's spirits, and keep them safe. He looked like he'd do everything but.

"So, you're the commander?" He returned my tone, offended by it.

How dare he speak to his superior like that?

"What is your name, fleimkepa,"

He looked at me completely unserious, "John Murphy, people call me Murphy, cockroach, you name it."

He spoke to me like he was having a conversation with any normal person like I couldn't end his life at any moment, like I don't have people willing to die for me just to take his.

I wondered why they called him a cockroach.

"Well then, John, where are you from?" I saw him stiffen at my question.

"Skaikru,"

Before he finished his sentence I drew my sword, causing my guards to do the same.

"Wait, wait, wait,"

I began walking closer to him making him back up and trip on the carpet.

I knew he couldn't be a true flame keeper, Skaikru was the 13th clan but it didn't mean I had to like them, I knew how they were, knew of their lies, knew their ways. They may have been a part of the coalition but they'd never know our ways.

"I knew Titus!" He yelled, making me stop in my tracks.

"Don't you say his name, Skaikru!" My sword lept to his throat, keeping it still there. The cold metal nearly cut into his skin, causing a shiver to run down his entire body.

"It's true! He taught me some stuff, that's how they found me okay! I have his journal in my bag!" Murphy's breath became erratic, suddenly realizing what was at stake.

I looked back towards my guards, "Is it true?"

"Yes, heda, he was lying on the road, trying to rob us when we found the journal in his bag,"

I looked back towards Murphy, who looked scared for his life. After a few seconds, I huffed and sheathed my sword. Murphy released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Why were you trying to rob my people, John Murphy," I questioned, reaching my hand out to help him up.

"It's how I get by, alright?" He spoke, dusting himself off a bit before staring at me.

His answer brought worry to me, "Skaikru is low on resources? Do I need to send hunters to help?"

Murphy sighed softly, "They banished me for a bit," His face becoming one of solemn.

Before I could continue my guards spoke up making both me and Murphy look towards him, "Heda, the meeting to announce the new fleimkepa is starting soon, I don't want you to be late."

I nodded in his direction, "Let's go, John,"

The guards led the way to the top of the tower, and every person I passed nodded their head in my direction, something Murphy needed to take note of.

Whispers had quieted down when I strode along the carpet to my throne, Murphy following behind, taking his position next to me.

"This is your new fleimkepa," I spoke loudly for everyone to hear, questioning whispers rang throughout the room, looks of judgment and disapproval shaking of heads.

"If you have any disagreements about your new fleimkepa," I looked to Murphy, "They will be met with death," Looking back to the crowd the commotion died down.

"He's Skaikru!" I heard a person yell from the corner of the room.

"He could never be a fleimkepa!" Another joined

"Enough!" I yelled, standing up, "An attack against John Murphy, is an attack against the coalition!" My voice boomed off the walls, the room now becoming silent.

"Meeting is over,"

My guards had ushered everyone out, well, everyone but Clarke kom Skaikru.

"Can we speak," She glanced towards Murphy and back to me, "Alone?"

Looking at Murphy I nodded him off, "I'll send for you,"

"Sure thing," He rolled his eyes and made his way out the door.

"Why is Murphy the flame keeper?" Clarke asked, and I wasn't sure why she was questioning my motives. I had vowed to keep Skaikru part of the coalition after Lexa's death, and now she's questioning my motives? My motives?

"Are you saying you disagree with my choices, Clarke?" I question.

"Not at all, it's just I've spent years with Murphy, I know how he is," She paused, "He might not be who he says he is,"

I stared at her for a few moments, "Then who exactly is he?"

"A liar, a thief, and selfish,"

Her words were hypocritical, that's what everyone said about all of Skaikru.

"Thank you for the warning but I don't need it, he is the fleimkepa. If Titus trusted him, I trust him too. You may go now."

She scoffed and turned away, my guards leading her out.

I stood and headed to Murphy's room, it was one over to mine.

I didn't bother knocking, what could my flame keeper have to hide from me? But I soon regretted that decision, I saw a girl bearing the marks of a nomad.

She wore a dusty clothing piece atop her head, and many layers dressing her small body. I noticed she had a large glove covering one hand.

Murphy instinctively stood in front of her, shielding the view I had of her. Almost like he was scared I'd hurt her.

"Visitor?" I ask, looking up at his flushed face.

"My girlfriend." He replied, his girlfriend soon stepping forward.

"I'm Emori," She gave me a small smile, she was cute.

I felt my body stiffen at the use of girlfriend, though I couldn't stop their relationship, I could hate it. I wasn't sure why I had hated it, why I was so torn when she introduced herself, he had deserved someone like her, carefree from responsibilities. I was happy for Murphy.

"y/n." I returned her warm smile.

Murphy smiled as well, something that had looked good on him.

"First time I heard your name, and here I thought I was special." He teased playfully, keeping eye contact even when Emori looked back towards him.

"Well, John, you never asked." I returned his tone, for once being playful, "I'll leave you to it, and do remember I am next door."

I took one last glance at them both before exiting and heading to my room, but before entering I heard Emori speak up, her voice echoing through the hall.

"She calls you John, too?"

I couldn't stop my smile from forming at the thought of making Emori jealous over something so personal. Though sadness swept in, thinking of what they might do alone in the room.

"I want a guard in John's room tonight." I told one of the guards outside my room, one of them springing into action and entering Murphy's room. I heard complaints from the couple, Emori blaming me for this.

The night came and went and the familiar golden trails landed on my face again, the sound of birds outside as my own personal alarm clock.

I stood up with a stretch and a yawn, going for the clothes placed on the table by one of my guards.

I did my usual routine and exited my room, my guards greeting me with smiles which I returned- having a good feeling about this day.

I didn't bother knocking on Murphy's door once again, this time seeing Emori had left.

Murphy's body was sprawled out on the bed, still in a deep slumber. It must've been the best sleep he'd gotten in a week.

I smiled at the sight, his eyelashes were illuminated by the sunbeams hitting his face, making him look so at peace. I only now noticed the rest of his body. He was shirtless, and his muscles were defined despite his lean body. I snapped out of my daze when his body shuffled, moving his face away from the bright beams pouring into the room.

"John." I spoke, walking closer to his resting body.

"Hmm." His voice was muffled into the pillow.

"It's time to wake up."

He lifted his head up a bit, still into the pillow, "Why?"

"We need to make appearances," I giggled at his need to stay in bed, "People need to think you're a pleasing person today."

I walked to the edge of his bed and took a seat, eyes still on his back.

Murphy rolled over, looking at me still lying down, his hair now more disheveled, "You don't think I'm a natural charmer?" He gave me a smile after I snickered at his question.

"I think you're quite the charmer, but the people need to see that too."

I stood up and walked to his pile of now clean clothes, picking them up and tossing them on the bed.

"You have five minutes."

Murphy only sighed, getting out of bed once I left.

I was watching over Polis from the balcony in my room when I heard the door open, looking behind I saw Murphy, his hair now a neat and clean swept-back middle part.

"You're ten minutes late, John." I say, averting my gaze back down.

He came to my side, resting his elbows on the balcony walls while overlooking the view, "Your guards made me wash my hair," He snickered, "Said head can't be seen with a man like me."

I laughed at this, though it was true, he desperately needed to wash his hair.

Moments of silence passed before he spoke up again, "Must be nice being in control of everyone."

My smile faded at this, it wasn't like what everyone made it out to be. It was tough, watching over 13 clans, the responsibility of them all fell on my shoulders alone.

"It gets lonely." I muttered, turning to look at him only to find he was staring first.

Our eyes made contact, he had never looked more perfect in this moment, the yellow haze lighting up one side of his face, making the blue in his dark eyes lighten, his brown hair hanging just above his ears, strands falling on his forehead.

I hadn't even noticed I was leaning in till he pulled back awkwardly, "Emori." He spoke softly, reminding me he still had a girlfriend.

I shook my head as my face flushed a deep red, my body now full of embarrassment.

"Right, right, appearances, elevator," I muttered.

Turning towards the doors I headed to the elevator shaft; Murphy following after muttering a series of curse words.

Making it to the bottom of the tower my mind was still flooded of previous events, the way he slept, the way he looked on my balcony, the way he rejected me. I hadn't ever been rejected before, I hadn't ever felt romantically towards someone. If this is what it's like, I don't ever wanna experience it again. Is that what this was? Was I feeling romantic feelings towards John Murphy?

"So, what are we doing again?" He broke the awkward tension.

"We are here to show people you aren't as bad as they think, you're from Skaikru." I didn't need to elaborate fuller, Murphy already catching the drift of what people thought about Skaikru.

Walking through the shops of Polis we got many stares from people, the smells of cooked meat filled my nose, my stomach growled and Murphy took notice. He looked around before grabbing my hand and leading me through the streets to a deer meat vendor. The feeling of his rough hands in mine sent a shock to my body. The guards struggled to keep up.

"Heda! Beja!" The vendor spoke, handing me a piece of meat, and asking me to try.

I gratefully took the piece and ate it, my eyes sparkled when the flavors hit my tongue, looking at Murphy excitedly. The vendor had a huge grin on her face.

"Mochof!" I thanked her, glancing back at the vendor and back to Murphy.

"You have to try this." I exclaimed as the vendor handed another piece to Murphy.

Murphy placed the piece in his mouth after repeating my phrase, and his face instantly lit up. I giggled at his expression. We thanked the vendor once again before walking off.

We had passed by many shops before one caught my eye, they had an assortment of necklaces made of thread with silver pendants.

I was going to grab his hand to lead him there but I realized he never let go since the first time he grabbed it. My heart could've pumped out of my chest.

I began leading him toward the necklace vendor, my eyes practically glowing while examining the finds.

"Heda," The vendor spoke, his voice rough. He bowed to me before standing up a second later, looking towards Murphy he just nodded.

Looking through all the hanging jewelry my eyes landed on two specific ones, a sun and a moon, both in a matching set. Murphy's eyes must've seen it too as he felt the object. He took it off the rack and examined it further.

"For you and your girlfriend?" I asked. If someone listed close enough they could hear annoyance.

Once I said the word girlfriend I felt Murphy's hand slowly fall back to his side, my palm now feeling cold, missing the touch of his; a shield from the cold.

Murphy didn't answer my question, instead, he dug through his pocket and handed the vendor a silver pendant of a heart. We didn't use currency, instead we ran the shops through trade.

Once the vendor nodded Murphy tucked the necklaces into his pocket.

The awkward tension had crept onto us once again like the summer heat melting away snow.

"I'm going back to the tower, I'll leave a guard here with you." I spoke, needing time away from him, needing to catch up with my thoughts and get rid of this sickening feeling deep in my stomach.

Before he could reply I was already heading up towards the tower, tears threatening to pour down my cheeks. My people couldn't see me crying, my people couldn't know I was weak, weak for a boy.

My mind had gone back to a saying Lexa would tell me when she met Clarke, 'love isn't weakness', love may not be weak but crying sure was.

The moment I stepped into my room and shut the doors the tears came out on their own.

I didn't attempt to stop them, knowing any try would be futile. Instead, I let them drop, I let them hit the floor, it was as if they held enough emotion to crumble the entire tower. I shrugged off my shoulder gear and it hit the fur carpet with a soft thud. I walked over to the balcony- my favorite place in this tower- and watched over Polis once again; getting deja vu from previous events.

My forearms were resting on the balcony wall. I opened my palm and stared at it, the feeling of his against mine still evident; like it was just a second ago mine was intertwined with his- all the creases, lines, and spaces were engraved into my memory.

Clenching my fist I heard the door open, I was thankful the tears were long gone.

I didn't have to check to know if It was Murphy, the way his shoes hit the ground had a familiar ring to it.

"Deja vu," He spoke, I could hear a smile in his voice.

"You said it was lonely," He said, much softer this time, "How can it be when you get everything you want?"

His question was genuine. He wasn't trying to insult me or make me the butt of the joke. I could feel his eyes watching my every move before I looked into his deep blue eyes, eyes you could get lost in and never come out.

"Not everything," My eyes trailed down to his lips, they were wet but chapped; he probably licked them before entering.

We were now inches apart, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the only thing keeping us apart was morals.

It took such little effort on his part; just the dizzy, relieved decision to give in, just an infinitesimal push toward me as his morals seemed to fade. I placed my arms around his neck, keeping him as close as possible while my eyes fluttered close. Everything at this moment just felt right, the way my arms felt around him, the way he kissed me with such passion and devotion.

I felt his hands snake down to my waist, leading me to the bed while not breaking apart, laying down below me his hands fell up and down my body. Exploring every nook and cranny; like untouched land. Tattooing the way his hands felt on my skin, goosebumps appeared on my arms, his hands were warm- he was always warm, it was a cooling contrast to my cold exterior.

Before I knew it he withdrew completely- the warm feeling of his palms roaming my body stopped, his lips devouring mine faded and it left me lost.

"Did I do something?" I said between breaths, looking down at him cluelessly.

"I can't do this, not to her." I had felt anger bubbling inside me, I quickly stood up off him as he sat up.

"Your mood swings are giving me whiplash, John," My voice sounded like I was going to break at any given moment, "Get out."

He didn't try to defend himself, or argue with me, he accepted my wishes and left. Left while the familiar tears found their way out again. I undressed and lay in bed, the comfort of the pillows taking me in; my fur blanket acting as an anchor while I drifted off to sleep as the stars illuminated the room.

Days had passed since then, and Murphy had been avoiding me.

The only times I'd see him were during meetings and occasionally passing by him in the hall.

The only time I'd hear him was late in the night, their headboard banging against the wall- a constant reminder of the rejection I had faced.

A reminder of the night when his lips were on mine, his hands exploring my soft skin.

I spent the nights wishing it was me below Murphy, I knew I shouldn't, but how could I not? I knew she had been moaning louder on purpose every night, taunting me, telling me it was her who got to be with him.

Sometimes I'd feel shivers in the places he touched me, ghosts of his fingers, places I craved for him, places only he could touch.

I jumped slightly when I heard yelling beyond the wall, I tried to listen in but the wall was too thick.

I knew I shouldn't but I grabbed a robe and placed it around my uncovered body, opening the doors and gushing the guards before getting close to the door.

The yelling became much clearer now, but too bad I missed out on half the conversation.

Emori burst through the doors, staring at me with eyes full of anger, she glanced between me and the guards before leaving with heavy footsteps.

I entered Murphy's room, he was sitting on his bed with his elbows on his knees, hands resting on his head, and the sight of him upset made me angry.

I grabbed his attention when I shut the doors behind me.

"Never did know how to knock, huh?" He asked, still very annoyed.

I giggled at this, taking a seat next to him, my robe glided up my thighs which he noticed.

"What happened?" I asked, placing a hand on his comfortingly. He stared down at our hands, processing what had just happened.

Murphy sighed, rubbing his thumb along your fingers, feeling your cold skin. "She found the necklaces, and wanted to wear one, I wouldn't let her."

I was shocked at the new information, "Werent they for you and her?"

His eyes turned to look into mine, "They were for us."

My mind went blank, "I don't understand, John."

"That heart pendant I traded? She gave it to me." He paused, finding the words, "Ever since I've met you, things have felt real. I'm not surviving with you, I'm living."

I smiled at his words, heat rising to my cheeks.

It took me one second to realize we were leaning in.

It took me two seconds to realize we were kissing.

It took me three seconds to realize his hand was snaking up my thigh.

The feeling of his hand warmed my body- a feeling I've come to love, to crave. His hand made its way to my chest, pushing me down on my back while he stood in between my legs.

Murphy separated from the kiss to take his shirt off, revealing his toned, lean body. I took this time to undo the robe and slip out of my bra.

Murphy just watched in 'awe' at my body, his hands instantly feeling the new unexplored areas. His palms instantly groped my breasts, earning a sweet, sensual moan from me.

"So beautiful." He whispered under his breath. My face couldn't possibly get any redder, but I was growing more needy by the second.

As if knowing what I needed most, one of his hands trailed down to where I needed him most. He slipped my now-soaked panties to the side, revealing my wet pussy. Murphy bit his lip at the full view of me.

"Why didn't I do this sooner," He teased, lightly rubbing up and down my pussy, lubing his fingers up before pushing one in.

The feeling was sudden, making my body tense at the newfound warmth. I stared into his eyes as he pumped his finger in and out, lewd sounds slowly filling the room along with my moans.

His thumb circled my clit while he entered another finger, only enhancing the pleasure, causing me to throw my head back and buck into his hand, starting to need more than just his fingers.

"So needy," He snickered, curling his soaked fingers, and using his other hand to keep my thighs open.

"Shut up," I said between moans. My hands found their way to my breasts, kneading them myself. The lewd scene made Murphy's bulge even bigger, he bit his lip to hold back a moan caused by the friction of his jeans.

A feeling I knew all too well slithered its way down my body, and Murphy's pace on my clit quickened.

"John," I moaned out, feeling the climax come closer and closer until everything stopped.

Murphy pulled his fingers out with a sly smirk, bringing his fingers to his mouth and cleaning them off.

"You jerk!" I yelled out, practically whining at the loss of contact.

"You're not gonna cum until I do," He said, sliding off his jeans and boxers to reveal his protruding cock.

I stared at his dick, craving it more than anything already, not caring how he will fit it in.

He brought his tip to my clit, rubbing it in circles and groaning at the contact. Murphy couldn't wait any longer, without warning he trusted me, leaning down to kiss and suck on my neck.

I let out a lust-filled moan, "John!" I shrieked in surprise at the sudden filling. My hands roamed over his back, nails digging in with every thrust of his cock.

The feeling was overbearing, the way his tip hit all the right places so roughly.

"Needed you so bad," I moan out into his ear, only causing him to pull out slowly and slam back in roughly.

Murphy was marking my neck, wanting to let everyone know I was his, only he could touch me, only he could make me feel this good.

The same feeling was coming back with every thrust that hit my sweet spot, "I'm so close," My hands held the back of his neck while my thighs tightened around his hips, bringing him closer to me.

"Not yet, baby, wait for me, you can do it," He praised between kisses.

He couldn't have been far off his own climax, as his thrusts got sloppy and erratic, dick twitching in me, begging to release his cum.

Murphy leaned back, grabbing my thighs and spreading them wider, having my control of his thrusts. They became deeper and faster. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on for.

My moans became louder, I was sure the guards were worried but I was too focused on how good Murphy's cock felt to care.

Murphy's jaw tightened before speaking, "Cum on my cock, baby,"

He didn't even need to finish his sentence and I was already cumming, arching my back in pleasure and letting the moans slip out freely. My legs shook in his grasp and my pussy clenched as I painted his dick white, the sight alone had him cumming in me, unable to control himself for much longer.

He kept thrusting, fucking me through both our highs. Our bodies were now sweaty and humid. Pulling out of me he watched the cum drip onto the floor, fighting the urge to go another round he picked up one of Emoris shirts to clean me up. He tossed the now dirty shirt aside and just stared at my exhausted body with a smile.

He looked to the dresser and picked up one of the necklaces, it was the sun. He motioned for me to sit up and I did. Moving my hair out of the way he tied the necklace neatly around my neck, admiring me afterward before placing his own on with a goofy smile.

I smiled at him, the exhaustion becoming too much I crawled under the bed, making enough room for him to crawl under with me which he gladly did, taking hold of my body and causing me to grow warm.

"I love you," He whispered sweetly, rubbing my shoulder with his thumb.

"I love you too,"

“Y/N calm down! The night has only just begun.” Monty says holding you still. 

“Come on, you know me. This is only the beginning of me as well!” You say before smiling and skipping away. You dance around with everyone, giving the occasional guy some extra time. None of the dancing meant anything to you, it was purely an energy release. Few things could pull you away from the dance crowd, but when you heard someone talk about truth or dare you immediately searched for the voice.

“Okay truth or dare, Octavia.” You heard from Jasper as you plopped down in the circle.

“Truth or dare? I’m offended I wasn’t invited.” You jokingly pout.

“We knew you would find us. Come on, Octavia.” Jasper said smiling.

“Dare.” She says with an anticipating gaze over the circle.

“I dare you tooo...Take any two guys into the dropship for an hour.”

“Seriously? Jasper and Monty come on then!” Jasper and Monty exchanged shocked glances to each other and then stumbled off with O. With those three gone, the circle was smaller, only five of you left. Yourself, Raven, Finn, Miller, and Murphy, who you hadn’t noticed sitting next to you. You gave him a flirty smile. You had a minor thing for Murphy. Despite how much of an ass he was most of the time, you had always been interested in him.

“Murphy you go next, since the three musketeers are gone!” Raven says laughing.

“Alright. Y/N, truth or dare?” Murphy says turning his gaze to you. His face wasn’t super close, but close enough for you to have nowhere to look other than his bright blue eyes.

“Hmm, Dare.” You answer boldly.

“I dare you to give me a lap dance.” Murphy says smirking. He expects you to get nervous, but instead you do the opposite.

“Here? You sure you want your friends to see you like that?” You say tilting your head playfully.

“Seeing me get a lap dance from a hot girl? How embarrassing.” He teases. Not exactly what you had meant, but you weren’t going to hold back. You maintained your eye contact with him while you got up on your knees and brought one of your legs over to the other side of his body. Placing you in a straddling position over his body. He takes a sharp breathe in and you block out the murmurs from around you. You grind your hips down onto him and you twist your body around in a way entice him. When your show is over, You plop down onto his lap. Your legs are wrapped around his waist and his hands are on your ass. You lean your head down to his ear and mumble,

“Tell the others to go. You’ve started something.” You can practically hear him smirking as he shoos the others away. 

The moment you know the others are gone you grind your hips down onto him again and you connect your lips for the first time. His hands find your ass again and the kiss turns into a makeout. You run your hands through his hair, pulling lightly. His hands move around to your waist and he puts his hand down past the waistband of your pants. You grab his hand and gesture to all the people nearby.

“I don’t care where, take me anywhere.” He groans out.

“Murphy begging? Never.” You tease him and reach down grabbing his very obvious boner. He groans again and you stand up. You pull him only slightly farther away from the group and you take him behind the dropship. Instantly your back on the ground and he has pulled off your pants and underwear. You pull off his pants right after he takes off yours and you push him flat on his back. You place your hips over his crotch, the only layer between you being his underwear. You look down at him and pull your shirt over your head. You bite your lip and reach behind your back to unhook your bra. You unhook it easily and let it fall off to the side. 

“Oh fuck.” He breathes out.

You grind your hips down onto him a few more times before finally pulling off his underwear. As soon as his underwear is off he flips you and enters. As he fills you, you moan out quietly. 

“Shit, Murphy..” You mumble, moving your hair out of your face. He brings his face back to yours for the first time since the initial kiss. He grabs your face this time and holds it gently as you makeout. He continues to thrust and you continue to shake under him.

After you both finish, he pulls out and gets dressed again. After he has his entire outfit back on, you have only pulled back on your pants and are just starting to put your bra back on. 

“Your so hot. I mean that, your body is perfect.” He says staring at your body and chest. You smile in response and laugh at his audible groan when you pull your shirt back over your head.