#murphy the 100
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Azgeda Charm
synopsis The sister of Ontari from Azgeda decides it could be fun to free the sky boy pretending to be her sister’s fleimkepa.
word count 2668
note originally posted on Ao3
warnings 18+ minors please DNI, smut, swearing, penetrative sex, oral sex female receiving, dubious consent but not really, dom! reader, sub! murphy
pairing John Murphy x f!reader
“Chains? Really, she’s chained her pet up now?” She’s always been a bit overzealous, but my sister really has gotten herself into it this time. How does she expect no one to find out that she isn’t a true commander? Without the flame she’s just my idiot sister. “Give me the key. Now.”
I shove her man aside and stalk toward her quarters. He grunts, but won’t do anything about my treatment of him. If there’s anything good to say about my sister it’s that she protects me. In fact, I’m probably the only person other than Roan, Nia, and their goons who could ever talk back to her without getting skewered.
I’m quiet as I near the door, creeping extra slowly in my heavy boots. With my ear to the wood I hear the muffled sounds of her speaking to him–the scrawny Skaikru boy.
“There’s somebody else, okay? I’m sorry.” Doesn’t sound sorry to me. My breath tightens in my chest, my sister doesn’t like to be told no. And, if he fights her on it, she will certainly win, one way or another…
“Is she a commander too?” Well, you’re not really a commander are you, Ontari?
“No.” Chains rattle within. So she did have him chained up. What a charmer my sister is. I feel my heartbeat quicken but I can’t tell why. As though I’m in battle when I am not.
“Would she kill you if you ever lied to her,” The chains make a cracking sound, and I hear him grunt. “Did anything to break her trust, or upset her in any-”
I’m moving before I can think better of it. I don’t know why I would do such a horribly foolish thing but I do. When the door slams open Ontari is there, pulling him toward her by a chain that is cuffed around his neck. The look on his face is a perplexing one, hesitant but willing, typical man. I scoff. Loyalty is a myth. Ontari is bare, of course flaunting the body that has always been so much better than mine.
“Sister!” She is displeased. “You are interrupting.”
I shake my head at her. “Chit yu dula op?”
“Just having a little fun.” She grits out. I raise my brows at her, and she crosses her arms over her perky, bare breasts like an insolent child.
“Well. Glad to see you’ve learned some things about enslaving people.” I glance pointedly at the chain still in one of her hands. I can tell that upset her, but it’s true. How can she abuse her power like this when we’ve lived under the fist of others for so long? “Anyway, you wanted to know when King Roan arrived. He has.”
My sister sucks in a breath, composing herself. “Of course. Thank you, sister.” I lean in the doorway as she dresses and shift my glance over to see that her ‘fleimkepa’ is eyeing me cautiously. I narrow my eyes in return. He must be a snake to have fallen in with Ontari. Of course, I’m not much better. I’ve killed for her.
She slips past me. “And what should I do with your prisoner?” I mock.
“Don’t touch,” she hisses.
“Don’t worry.” I slam the door behind her before turning to take in the scene before me. It’s a pitiful display. The sky boy’s face is decorated in lines of dried blood, and he looks ridiculous in the robes he’s clad in. “Hello, liar.” He frowns. I can tell he doesn’t want to say anything, doesn’t want to reveal his hand without knowing how much I already know. “What is your name?”
“People call me Murphy.”
“I didn’t ask what people call you. I asked for your name.”
He smirks but it doesn’t reach his eyes. It seems he’s used to playing pretend. “John Murphy.”
I approach him, our eyes not breaking contact. His are dark blue and difficult to read. I reach up and unlock the collar around his neck, dropping it to the floor in a loud metal thud. He isn’t bad looking. I noticed it when Ontari first began toting him around. I’m unsure if it’s the strong nose or the way his lips curl into a sarcastic smile at the slightest hint of play. He’s like a child that way.
“Well you’re welcome, John Murphy.” I turn away from him, walking toward the window. Everything is so big in Polis, and it’s startling to look down from so high up. “You should go before my sister returns.”
“Go? So you’ll disobey her?”
I can’t help but giggle at that. When I turn around he looks deadly serious. “I’m not afraid of her. Not like you, sky boy.”
“Sky boy.” He chuckles. “Alright, so if I walk out that door right now you won’t be killing me?”
“Nope.” I extend a hand toward the door. He shrugs and approaches it.
“Thanks. Your name?” He asks.
“(Y/n).” He nods. He does not go anywhere. I feel my stomach knotting. Ontari would very much not like this.
“Why do you stay with your sister?”
“She’s my sister.”
“Look, I’m not going to pry the answer out of you. You clearly don’t like her.” So casually he speaks to me, though I could easily murder him right here and anyone else surely would have already. There’s a knife at my hip, another in my boot. It would be too easy. “You could leave.”
At that, I scoff. “With you?”
“Well, I could manage getting out of here myself but it’d be a lot easier if you walked me out in chains.”
Ontari was right about him. He is smart, foxlike. I’ve always admired foxes, you know, before my sister would go in for the kill. I suddenly feel bare, but there’s no way he could know how much I’ve wanted to leave. I’ve spent my entire life in Ontari’s shadow. My perfect Natblida sister. And she has no idea the way Nia’s men would treat me behind closed doors, no idea the things I’ve done to protect her. My feet are moving now–what is it about this boy that makes me so thoughtless?
He holds out his wrists and I begin to tie them up. He flinches in pain as I pull the knot tight, and I tut at him. “Is it the sky that makes you all so weak, or just the coddling from your mothers?”
“I don’t have a mother anymore. Or a father.”
I meet his eyes, and again have no idea what I see in them.
“Then we are the same. Come on.” I yank him along with me, taking a huge breath before leaving the room. This could be very easy or end in Ontari slaying him on sight and finding some way to punish me. Why did I care if this pet of her’s died? “Hurry.” I hissed.
We’ve made it down the first hallway when I hear sounds from around the next corner. Luckily, there’s a shallow alcove in the dark to our left. I slam him into it, clasping my hand over his mouth and pressing my body tight against him. Hopefully this will be enough. He winks at me and I glare back.
Whoever it was passes us without incident, and we make the rest of our journey out undetected. Outside, he holds his hands out to me.
“I don’t think so.” I grin.
“Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into now.”
I lead him out of Polis, toward the surrounding forest where we won’t be so easily found. Pleased with our progress, I stop to rest.
“Are you letting me out of this anytime soon or should I be trying to escape?”
With my back to him, I ask the question that’s been on my mind. “You said to my sister there’s someone else. Is there?”
“There was. But, no, not anymore.” It’s a loaded answer, but one that causes my stomach to flutter regardless.
“So, you rejected your commander even without another woman on your mind?”
“We both know she isn’t a commander. And I don’t have a commander. Kind of a loner, when I’m not chained up.”
I turn. “And you find yourself chained up often, I assume?”
He shrugs. “More often than I’d like.”
I take a step toward him. If I could just read him this wouldn’t be so difficult. But if there’s one language I’m familiar with, it’s force. So, as I walk past him, I kick his knees out from under and he falls forward onto them. “So I’m to believe you don’t like being tied up?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.” I circle him, his eyes trained on me.
“How far would you go?” I am so out of my depth, but the way he looks up at me from below is like a drug. I could be this girl, the one who makes men fall on their knees. Maybe that’s who I am when men aren’t asking me to talk to my sister for them.
He blinks, and the first real smile I’ve seen breaks out on his face. “I’m yours.”
Those words alone send me into a frenzy. A sound escapes my throat and I grab him by the back of his head smashing my lips into his. He knows more of this than I do, I can tell, but when I back away there’s nothing mocking in the way he looks at me.
I take off my jacket first, then hesitate. This is the part I’ve always feared. “I don’t look like Ontari.” As if he couldn’t see already that she was built athletic and delicate like a doe and I was certainly not.
“And?” What an ass. But it works. I swallow and began to undress. As I do so, I don’t expect him to say anything. I know I’m bigger than her. But I can still have this. I don’t look at him until he clears his throat. “You’re beautiful.”
“What?” I croak.
“Do you need me to say it again? I want you.”
That’s it. I close the space between us. He eyes my tits from below. “Touch me.” I command.
He lifts his bound hands and raises a brow. I Shake my head ‘no.’ He'll have to figure it out. And he does. He brushes them up one leg and I shiver. He traces figure eights at the apex of my thighs. I part my legs in response, then grab his hand and bring it to my mouth. I take his first two fingers as far as they go, getting them wet, before returning them to him.
“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath. He brushes his fingers over my folds and then parts them. The fingers find their way to my entrance and I let out a moan. In response, he dives into me, pulling his fingers almost out before sliding them back in, over and over. His index finger curls inside me and my legs threaten to give out.
“John.” His eyes shoot up to me, as though I’ve said something more jarring than his own name. “I want your tongue.”
I lean back on the rough bark of a nearby tree and tilt my pelvis forward to give him access. He wastes no time in finding my clit, swirling his tongue around it. It’s almost too much all at once and I pull back.
“Can’t handle it?” I give him a halfhearted smack across the cheek, and it gives him all the answer he needs. His mouth finds me again, this time determined and rhythmic. Fuck. Who taught him how to do that?
My fingers find their way into his hair, and I tug at it as his mouth brings me closer and closer to oblivion. As it nears, I can’t hold back my whimpering moans, and he groans in response, the vibration of it sending me over the edge entirely. Braced against the tree, my body tremors in pleasure. When I glance back down he looks too smug.
“What are you smiling about?”
“Oh, nothing. Although you might want to work on your knot tying.” He raises the rope I’d tied around his wrists, his face smug.
I trace a finger down the side of his face, down along his neck. When I reach his chest, I give a hard shove, knocking him back onto the ground. While he’s still in shock, I grasp his hands and pin them down. Now he looks hungry.
“Would you like to be let go?” I ask in the sweetest voice I can muster, fluttering my eyelashes.
He shakes his head once. His eyes do not meet me, but are focused on my breasts which dangle right above him. I know what he wants, so I lean closer and he takes one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue swirls, and I feel the hardness in his pants against my swollen cunt. I can’t help but rub myself on it and soon can’t take it anymore.
I let go of my grasp on him so I can undo the buttons on his pants. Apparently I take too long, because he slips his hands under mine and whips his cock out for me. My eyes widen and my pussy clenches at the sight. He is much more endowed than I would’ve expected from one of the weak sky people.
“You like what you see?” He is amused, and so I give his cock a light smack. He winces.
“I could kill you.” We smile at one another. This could be a very good arrangement.
I ease myself onto his hard cock. I’m so wet from before that it slips inside me with no resistance. We both let out involuntary moans as I’m filled with him.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.” He gasps.
His cock is long enough that I whimper when it is fully sheathed. He looks to pleased at that, so I lean forward and let his cock fall out. He growls in frustration as I thrust my clit on him.
“If you want me to put it back in, you’re going to have to beg.”
“You’re sadistic.”
“You seem to like it quite a bit.” I look down at his cock to drive my point.
“Fine. Please ride my cock?”
“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.”
“(Y/n), please ride my fucking cock, I feel like im going to burst.”
“Yes, John.” I slide him back inside and roll my hips. His hands find their way to my waist and I start to bounce on him. He feels incredible inside me, and I start to ride harder. I want his fucking come inside me.
My hands find their way around his neck, beginning to cut off blood flow. His eyes roll back, and suddenly he’s lifting me up with his hands so that his hips can do all the work. He pounds so hard that he is hitting what feels like the very end of me. I clench around him, wanting it to never fucking end.
“Harder.” He groans, and I oblige, clenching down around his throat.
His face begins to turn color and I start to wonder if I’ve gone too far when he lets out a long, animalistic groan and I feel him twitching inside me. His pleasure goes on longer than I thought possible, and the load inside me must be huge. When he’s finished, I lay forward, letting him remain inside me. We are both spent, our panting breaths nearly in tandem as I lay bare on top of him in the forest.
I place a kiss on his jaw, close to his ear and whisper. “Well, that was fun.”
He cranes his neck to look down on me, his brows furrowed slightly. “Where are you going now?”
I realize I have no idea. I’ve never been without my sister before. So I shrug.
“I’m taking you with me.”
xx
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JOHN MURPHY — trying to help.
fluff !!
summary: murphy has the sickness from the grounders.
no pronouns for reader mentioned.
era: dropship
warnings !! illness, brief mentions of blood
“y/n, i’m fine- stop fussing over me!”
murphy saying that made you put the cloth down in frustration. he was very ill, even more so than what the grounders did to him.
you were just trying to help him.
“murphy, i swear-“ you were cut off by him having a coughing fit, and you quickly manoeuvred him into sitting up. you lifted his chin so that’d he accept the canteen of water you were holding against his dry lips.
“you’re not fine murphy.” you whispered as he drunk the water.
finally surrendering, murphy allowed you to place the cool cloth back on his forehead, and carefully comb through his damp hair with your fingertips.
it was a nice feeling, being taken care of. a foreign one, to him.
you didnt know when you started to care for this boy, but it just happened. murphy was somewhat kind to you, when you were sent out hunting together. he watched your back, and you watched his.
you had started falling for him.
and you didn’t know it yet, but murphy was falling too.
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Paring: John Murphy x reader
Warnings: Swearing
Chapter: 6.03
You scrunch your nose up as Clarke re-enters the bar wearing a pretty pink dress.
You face the other way and finish the drink in your hand. If Joaquin was the one out there, nobody would be able to stop you from looking for him. The blonde was always better at politics than you, and she probably had some kind of plan in place to save herself, Abby, and Madi. It was just a shame for the rest of you that her loyalty stopped there.
Murphy placed his hand on your back as you listened to Abby comforting her daughter, who once again was paying attention to some bullshit peace talk. “Just be yourself. Don’t tell them more than you have to and don’t lie.”
Murphy scoffs, “Unless they ask about the end of the world. In that case, maybe don’t tell them you fired the first shot.”
“Don't worry, Murphy.” Clarke looked over his shoulder at him. “Hell’s big enough for both of us.”
You spin round fast, anger boiling inside you. “What did you just say to him?”
“Let it go,” Murphy says, shaking his head. You look into his tired eyes and feel nothing but guilt. Maybe he wouldn’t have almost died if you’d come to earth with him. He deserved so much better. Murphy moves his hand from your back to link with your fingers, “I promise I’ll do whatever it takes to make this a safe home for Joaquin.”
—
You sit down across from Emori, frowning as you notice Abby talking to your partner. What the hell could she be saying to him? You didn’t want Griffin near your family.
“Couldn’t convince him to eat?” Miller asks between bites of food.
“No,” you said, sighing.You couldn’t even convince him to drink something other than alcohol. Whatever happened to Murphy when he died scared him, and he was trying to block it out. He looked defeated.
Emori filled you, Jackson, and Miller in on life in space. It made you happy to hear how quickly Emori and Echo were accepted by everyone else on the ring. You smiled until you noticed a worried-looking Clarke coming down the stairs into the tavern. She had changed out of her pretty dress and back into her “murder gear,” as Murphy called it, which wasn’t a good sign.
“Jordan told them everything,” she announced. “Where is he?”
To your surprise, Murphy told her, “on the roof with the barmaid.”
You frowned at him, and took off after Clarke while she went to look for Jordan. When you reached the roof, you were horrified to see Jordan laying on the ground.
“Jordan!” You rushed to kneel beside him. He slowly started to wake up, “Hey, hey, you're okay.”
One of the guards from the sanctum shoved you to the side and lifted Jordan to his feet. “Where is she? Where’s Delilah?”
You shoved him back, “Back off! He’s hurt and just a kid.”
The man lets go when he spots someone running through the garden below. “The children of Gabriel are in the compound. They’ll use the night harvest to try to get her out. You need to follow me, please.”
“We can’t leave him,” Clarke argued.
“You go and I’ll stay with Jordan.”
She gave you a quick nod and left with the guard to look for the missing girl.
—
As you helped Jordan walk into the bar, you smiled when you noticed Bellamy apologising to Murphy for what happened when they were under the influence of the red sun. Your smile grew even wider when you noticed Raven, “Hey Reyes!”
The brunette pulled you in for a hug, “glad to see you're alright.”
“You too.”
Just as you pulled back from the embrace, Russell entered the room. It’s been a long day, so I’ll keep this short. “Sanctum was created to be a sanctuary for the human race. After seeing you save Delilah, we’ve decided that you deserve that too.”
“So we can stay?”
“For now,” Russell’s wife Simone answers. “No more of you.” You tense at her words and share a concerned look with Murphy as she continues. “You will follow our rules and respect our traditions, and we will teach you how to survive here.”
“What my wife is trying to say is, welcome to the sanctum.”
Murphy comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist. He whispers into your ear, “Don’t worry about getting our boy here; I’ll figure it out.”
You relaxed at his words. You weren’t sure how he’d do it, but you had every faith he’d figure out a way to get your son into the sanctum safely. You lean your head back slightly and kiss him softly on the lips. “Aww,” Diyoza stops in front of you, smiling, “you two have a kid right?”
You nod, “a son.”
Her hand rested on her stomach, “Is it really as bad as they say it is?”
“Worse than you can even imagine,” you say, chuckling at her expression. “You’ve been through a helluva lot. I’m sure childbirth will be a walk in the park for you.”
She smiles at you both before walking towards Madi. Murphy tightens his grip on you, making you laugh. “You know, I want to hear every detail of what I’ve missed; the pregnancy, childbirth, his first steps.”
Your attention was drawn from Murphy to Russell when he spoke loudly, “Charmaine Diyoza?”
Diyoza looks at him confused. “Yes.”
“Escort this woman past the shield right now!” Russell orders
Bellamy tries to interject as two guards, “Just wait. What is this?”
Diyoza shrugs, “Seems my reputation precedes me.”
You all stand there in shock as Russell has his men forcefully march a pregnant woman out of the sanctum. It’s not until the rooms go quiet that you look around and notice someone is missing. You step out of Murphy's grip and look up at Bellamy. “Where’s Octavia?”
—
You lie on the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling, only shifting your gaze when you feel movement beside you. “Did you get any sleep?” Murphy yawns before pushing himself up onto his elbows.
You sigh, “not really.” With the knowledge that you are currently safe in Sanctum, you should be able to sleep, but your mind can’t stop wondering. “I can’t rest, not while we are here and he’s up there.”
“I know,” he says, kissing your forehead. Murphy sits fully upright and looks around the room. “Do you think they will give us another bed when Joaquin comes down, or do you think we’ll need to steal one from somewhere?”
You swat at his arm playfully, “I don’t think Simone would appreciate you joking about stealing.”
“Ok, okay,” he says, raising his hands. “But do you think they will give us another bed?”
Everyone had been assigned rooms above the tavern, although you weren’t sure how permanent they were. You look up at him, surprised by the question. “Probably, although I’m not sure if he’ll jump with delight at the chance of having his own bed or still want to sleep beside us.” You let out a low laugh, “This one time, I tried to let Joaquin sleep on his own bed in the bunker. He managed to sneak out while I was sleeping. I was so scared when I woke up and discovered he was gone. Luckily, Miller found him.”
Murphy rubs at his face, pretending that he’s just overtired, but you know he’s hurting and is trying to hide how much pain he’s in from you. You shake your head at him, your voice soft, “he loves you.”
“He doesn’t even know me.”
“But he still loves you, we both do,” you roll around and kiss his shoulder.
Murphy tucks your hair behind your ear and changes the subject to, “What are we doing today? I’m not in a naming day celebration mood.”
“I think Emroi is going to guard the ship. We should go with her.”
—
“I’m not sure about this,” you link your fingers with Murphy’s as you walk towards your tavern. “It just doesn’t feel right.”
“I know, but it’ll look like…” he quickly changes what he was going to say when he spots a figure walking towards you. “Hey, Delilah.”
She smiles at you both and says, “Now I’m not one for easy dropping, but I did hear a part of your conversation.”
Shit.
“You most definitely can’t wear that outfit to the party tonight, but not to worry, I have plenty of outfits you can borrow,” she says cheerfully.
“Oh you really don’t need to do that. That’s far too kind and your people have already done so much by letting us stay here.”
“Nonsense, besides Jordan has told me how kind you’ve been to him,” she explains. “He really wants you there, but I understand your people don’t have lots of clothes.”
You try to think of a reason not to, but your mind draws a blank. You and Murphy exchange a look before he smirks. “She’s all yours.”
Delilah smiles and links her arm with yours, leading you away from Murphy and towards her bedroom.
—
Your jaw hung open while you took in the sight of Delilah’s bedroom. “When I lived on the ark and read books with princesses in them, this is what I imagined their rooms looked like. I actually think the whole sanctum looks like something out of a fairytale.”
Delilah gave you a kind smile before sorting through different dresses. So far, none of them really suited you. She held up a pair of white sparkly heels, “Have you ever worn sage green before? I have a dress that will match these and you perfectly.”
You snort out a laugh, “I’ve never even worn heels before.”
“First time for everything!” She squeals excitedly.
—
You walked into the party alone and nervous. You knew Murphy would meet you here, but trying to find him inside the crowded room wouldn’t be as easy as you thought. Truthfully, you didn’t want to be at the party, but you didn’t want to seem disrespectful by not attending.
You mentally curse yourself for letting Delilah talk you into wearing heels, which were painful to walk in. Delilah was a sweet girl, and was so excited for you to dress up that you didn’t want to disappoint her.
You felt a good type of strange. It was the first time you’d felt good in a long time. The dress picked out for you was a light green, with a corset top that flowed into a lace skirt that stopped just at your ankles. She curled your hair and applied light make-up. She must have thought you were crazy when you looked in the mirror and your eyes teared up. You could never make her understand that the person in front of you is how you wanted your son to see you, and not as a murderer in war paint.
You spot Bellamy and Echo facing the other way and make your way towards them. You were about to make your presence known when you overheard them.
“If you’re going to tear yourself apart over leaving her, let’s go get her.”
“No, this isn’t me tearing myself apart, ok? This is me being human. I feel things when people I love are in trouble or die. The echo I knew on the ring did that. Why don’t you?”
“This isn’t about me,” Echo replied, with hurt in her voice.
You try to back away from them, not wanting to hear anymore of their private conversations, but the people around you don’t allow it.
“No? We lost Monty and Harper three days ago. How do you feel about that? Because I have no idea. I lost my sister yesterday. It’s going to take me a little while to feel nothing, like a good azgeda spy. But I’ll keep trying.”
You are in disbelief at how cold Bellamy was towards his girlfriend. As Echo holds her head up high and turns to walk away and spots you, it becomes harder for her to hold her tears back and remain strong.
“Are you okay?”
She nods and quickly walks away, disappearing into the sea of people. You turn back and meet Bellamy’s gaze. “You look beautiful,” he says, tracing his gaze over you.
You give him a harsh look and say, “What you just said to her was cruel.”
Bellamy looks down at the ground, his face racked with guilt. You’d never experienced first-hand being on the opposite end of his deep-cutting comments, but when Bellamy reached that point of frustration, he could be ruthless with his words. With or without meaning to.
“Have you seen anyone else here?” You ask, hoping to ease the tension.
“Just Clarke, but I think she left,” he stepped closer to you, so he didn’t need to yell over the loud music. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you remember when we first spoke when you got out of the bunkers? You told me to watch my back in case my sister threw me into the fighting pits. How did you know she would?”
Your body becomes warm and flushed as you think back to your time living in that hell hole. “Octavia threatened mine and my son's lives when he was still just a baby. She constantly threw me into the fighting pit,” you pause as your voice begins to shake. “I did terrible things to survive to make sure I could be around to raise my child because of her. Blodreina would have thrown anyone into the pits without thinking twice.”
He lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. “I shouldn’t have taken that out on Echo, but I just don’t know how to talk to her right now.”
“I can check on her for you.”
“Really?” He asks, “I guess.”
You shrug, “Why not? She means a lot to you and everyone else who was in space. I’d like to get to know her better.”
Bellamy gives you a soft smile and squeezes your arm, “Thank you... and congratulations on getting engaged.”
“How do you know about that?” your face twists in confusion.
“During the red sun, Murphy kept threatening Clarke for hurting his wife. It wasn’t hard to put the pieces together. I wish you guys all the best.”
“Thanks Bell.”
—
You'll find Echo drinking by herself in the tavern. “Hey,” you say as you take a seat across from her. “Bellamy was being a total jackass and taking it out on you. Please don’t let it get to you.”
“I do miss them,” she says tearfully. “Monty and Harper I may not show it, but I do.”
“I know.”
“He was right; I felt myself closing down again.”
You feel bad for her, seeing how upset she is. “You’ve been fighting to survive since the moment you stepped foot on earth.”
“I’ve been fighting to survive all my life,” she says, taking a shot of her drink before letting out a deep sigh. “I was eight when Queen Nia’s army took our land. My father resisted. They killed him while my mother hid with me in the cellar. If you cry, they'll hear you, she told me. So I didn't. The best way to get rats out of their holes is to start a fire. I remember the way it smelled. But...the smoke…” she let out a loud sob. “Her hair...when Nia heard what happened, she executed the men who did it, had me brought to Troy and started my training.”
You reach across the table for her hand, “I’m so sorry, Echo, that’s horrific. I don’t know what to say except that from now on, we look forward, not back.”
“I haven't even told Bellamy about that,” she wiped her nose and nodded. “He thinks I’m just a cold-hearted azgeda spy.”
“Well, you're not Azgeda anymore, just as I'm not Skaikru. We are all family now.”
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“John!” You called out, seeing Murphy walking towards your assigned room. He unlocked the door and waited for you to reach him. “I’m sorry I didn’t find you sooner. I started talking to Echo, then tried to find you but the party was pretty much over.”
He cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. “Danica, you look beautiful,” he slowly says, studying your face. “If your dress was any whiter, I’d marry you tonight.”
#the 100#john murphy x reader#John Murphy x you#the 100 fanfiction#the 100 fandom#John Murphy#murphy the 100#Bellamy Blake#Clarke Griffin#echo the 100#echo kom spacekru#John Murphy/oc#john murphy/you#john murphy/reader
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Honestly Emori s5-7 is
EVERYTHING
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MOMMY? sorry MOMMY!?
Girl let me slide up next to you. I can keep you warmer than murphy and that fire ever will
Even when she's dead she's not actually dead. Resilient and stubborn just like her boyfriend but 1000x cuter than him
#the 100#emori kom spacekru#murphy x emori#emori the 100#emori#memori#the100ships#the100s5#remori#grounders#spacekru#ravenxemori#clexa#clarke griffin#bellarke#bellamy blake#john murphy#murphy the 100#murphy x raven#thecw#luisa d'oliveira
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Character // murphy grounder verse
born to sangeda murphy grew up in one of the most developed sangeda villages, one where they lived in ruins rather than tents, holding the main port for one of the only desert trade routes. he grew up as a happy kid with a happy family, all of that went south when murphy got sick, he was sick for days before his father went out and tried to steal medicine to help him, after being caught he was stoned to death with his wife and son cast out in accordance to his clans laws. before leaving murphy set fire to the house of the man who caught his father stealing, he lived in ruins so the cement didn’t burn but his belongings, bed and the man did. murphy went from a twelve year old who had been banished to a murderer who anyone from that village knew to kill on sight.
at first murphy stayed with his mother in a tent just outside sangeda territory, the dead zone wasn’t safe but with his mother’s drinking she was in no condition to travel. murphy would be the one to go on supply runs, he’d usually return to find his mother passed out with vomit in the hair. when she died he originally thought she had just passed out again. after that he left the dead zone himself moving from cave to cave, it sucked but not as much as the dead zone.
#the 100 headcanons#the 100#grounder culture#grounders#sangeda#sangedakru#john murphy#Murphy the 100#Murphy kom sangeda
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Moodboard // modern day murphy
growing up murphy was generally a very happy child despite coming from a much poorer household. it wasn’t until he was twelve that things went downhill. he got a sickness that lasted weeks with no end in site so his father who saw no other options planned to rob a smaller pharmacy after hours, the owner who turned out to still be there shot him on site. murphy eventually got better but his mother almost seemed to wish he hadn’t. she became a verbally and emotionally abusive alcoholic, you could look into her eyes for hours and you’d never see the woman she’d been before her husband died. taking every opportunity to blame murphy for the death of his father. murphy was arrested after he set the pharmacy on fire.
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Listen, The 100 fandom disagrees on a lot of things, but I can assure you that we all had a collective heart attack when Murphy was killed for a minute. That shit will always haunt me
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There’s not enough murphamy content, which is is honestly tragic, so I guess I’ll have to make my own
I’ll post the link to the fic when I’m done writing
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murphy and mcr
#bites him bites him bites him#every song is about my hyperfixation actually#john murphy#murphy the 100#the 100#digital art#richard harmon#blorbo posting
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the first roach I’ve seen in the sky
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I am quickly oscillating between some of my comfort characters right now, please stand by (or feel free to talk to me about the following):
The Doctor (Doctor Who, mostly 11 or 12)
The Master (Doctor Who)
Amy Pond (Doctor Who)
Clara Oswald (Doctor Who)
Silco (Arcane)
John Murphy (The 100)
Patton Sanders (Sanders Sides)
Logan Sanders (Sanders Sides)
Entrapta (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)
#the doctor#the master#amy pond#clara oswald#silco#john murphy#patton sanders#logan sanders#entrapta#doctor who#arcane#the 100#sanders sides#spop#she ra and the princesses of power#arcane silco#comfort characters#murphy the 100
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john murphy should’ve painted his nails while in sanctum. i said what i said
#john murphy#the 100#the 100 season 6#john murphy the 100#murphy#murphy the 100#nail polish#santum#specifically as daniel lee#i’m rewatching and hoping i’ve just forgotten about it but i don’t have much hope#i think about that photo of him holding a knife to gabriel’s throat on a daily basis
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What we found
Pairings: John Murphy x reader x Emori
Warnings: Implied sexual content
Chapter: 4.06
“Y/N, stop that right now!” Your mother says in a fierce tone.
The smile on your face falls as you leave the other kids who are climbing trees and playing to find out what you are in trouble for now. “Nomi?”
Her arms were crossed as she gave you a disappointed look. “I thought you understood how important your training is.”
You pout, looking down at the ground. It wasn’t fair. You just wanted to be a normal child instead and have fun. You’d heard the stories of the Natblida from your clan before, but none of them lived to see their twenties. And you didn’t want that. You didn’t want to die a painful death like them.
You awake to the comforting feeling of someone running their fingers through your hair. You open your eyes and see Emori smiling.
“Hi.”
“Hey,” you say, slowly sitting up, your body aching from all the transfusions. “Have I missed much?”
“Everyone else is gone, and Raven had another seizure.”
“Is she okay?” You ask alarmed. You didn’t know the brunette well, but compared to the other Skaikru people that you’d met, she was good and kind-hearted. You didn’t actually class John as Skaikru, despite the fact that he fell from the sky as well.
“She’s fine now,” Emori says softly. “You look lost in thought. What are you thinking about?”
“I was thinking how the world is about to end,” you chuckle. “Before I ran away, I had this crazy idea that I’d just be free, you know, like I’d finally be able to have fun? Instead, everything is so bleak.”
The fear of the others dying because of Praimfaya and you being left alone had been plaguing your mind for days.
Emori gives you a mischievous look, “the world is ending is bleak…” She brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and leans in closer to you, “but you could still have some fun.”
“There’s not a lot to do around here.”
“I can think of a few things…”
You catch onto her line of thinking and press a soft kiss to her lips. Her hands land on either side of your face as she deepens the kiss. You’d never kissed a girl before, but something about Emori was special. She was cunning and loyal, and the tattoo on her face suited her perfectly.
As you pull a part just to catch your breath, footsteps approach. You thought Emori would move away from you, but she remained close. Murphy entered the room that looked down onto the rest of Becca’s lab and closed the door behind him. He looks at you both suspiciously and says, “What are you guys doing?”
You let out a giggle before releasing that maybe Murphy wouldn’t appreciate you kissing his girlfriend. “Na he na mad?” Will he be mad?
“No,” she says with a smile. “You’re staring, John.”
“I'm admiring,” he says as he walks towards you, a smug expression on his face. “It’s clear I’ve interrupted something.”
The next few moments pass in a blur. Every movement becomes a mixture of groping and kissing between all three of you.
When Emori stands to start unfastening her trousers, Murphy pulls your top off. His touch is surprisingly gentle as his fingers trace down your spine. His eyes were a gorgeous dark blue, but behind them, Murphy looked like he was drowning. This was the first time you’d seen a light behind them. Maybe he needed this as much as you did.
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Murphy presses a kiss to your bare shoulder before looking over at Emori, who is staring down into Becca’s lab. “Come on, come back,” he says, winking at you. “I'm good to go again.”
“Your friend Miller should be back by now,” she sighs. “They're not coming back, John.”
He shrugs, “So we go to Polis ourselves.”
“The boat's on the wrong side of the water,” you point out. “We'll never make it.”
“Then I guess we will ride out the storm in the lighthouse bunker.”
Emori raises her brows, “for five years? We'll starve.”
“Who needs food when you have love, right?” He chuckles.
You lean back down onto the makeshift bed and scoff, “What a thing to say.”
Murphy rolls on top of you, “Neither of you were complaining about what I had to say an hour ago.”
You grin as Murphy starts to press kisses down your neck. You look over at Emori, who pushes down her obvious feelings of worry and crouches down to join you and Murphy.
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You finish packing the last of the rations into a box that Murphy is holding. “We'll bring this stuff to the lighthouse and see what else we can find on the island,” he announces.
Just as you get ready to leave, Miller and Jackson walk into Becca’s lab.
“You guys ready or what?”
“Sorry, we're late. There have been some developments. Not all good.”
“Fill you in on the way,” Miller says, picking up one of the other boxes. “Is this everything we need?”
You nod, “yeah.”
“Great. Someone needs to go get Raven. We don’t have much time. We only have five days until our mass fiery death.”
“What a positive outlook,” you chuckle.
Murphy stays behind to get Raven as you and Emori walk out with Jackson and Miler. It felt surreal to you that you were actually going to the bunker. You weren’t going to be alone anymore.
#the 100#john murphy x emori x reader#john murphy x reader#John Murphy x you#emori x reader#Emori x you#the 100 fanfiction#the 100 fandom#John Murphy#emori the 100#murphy the 100#john murphy/you#John Murphy/oc#john murphy x grounder#john murphy/reader#what we found
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