#bellamyimagines

[uniqorrn]

John Murphy Imagine

Location: The Dropship

Summary: After Clarke accused Murphy of killing Wells, he was beaten up by the other camp members and almost hung by his best friend, Bellamy Blake. After this, you find yourself preparing some different medicines and treatments for his wounds. Being the camps personal doctor you are one of the only ones that knows how to heal and treat wounds. However, you had never really spoken with Murphy, and he had never spoken to you but only a handful of times. But, you can't control the attraction the two of you grow for each other.

Pairing(s): Murphy x reader

Warnings: blood, angst, violence, language, mentions hanging, fluff, kinda smutty? not really.

Words: 1,734

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"Murphy! What did you do to Wells?" Your head shot up into the direction of the sudden shout, your eyes watching as Clarke stormed out of the tent she had been in previously. Bellamy and a few others following shortly after her. She looked furious but also hurt. You furrowed your brows as you watched her, growing progressively angrier the closer she got to Murphy. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your leg beginning to bounce up and down where you sat. You didn't really know Murphy that well, as the two of you never really spoken to each other. You knew nothing of his past or what kind of person he was truly like. You only saw what he wanted everyone to see, that tough-guy persona he put on every day here at the camp. However, you were smarter than that and knew that the windows to the soul were the eyes and everyone had a past you just didn't know his yet. "What the hell are you talking about?" He spat, eyes glaring into her as she reached behind her and around to her pocket. Pulling out a very familiar knife. "We found this with two of Wells' fingers where his body was." She held up a knife, a bend at the end of it, signaling that it was his knife. "What and you think I did it?" He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You were the one who threatened to kill him!" Gasps and hushed whispered were heard from the group that had formed around Clarke and Murphy. The quiet whispers were turning into shouts of protests, each person growing angrier with Murphy. "I'm saying that you killed Wells." "Yeah, he tried to killed Jasper too!" Octavia joined in, creating several more gasps and whispers throughout the crowd. You stayed where you were; your leg began bouncing up and down anxiously. A few more words were said and sudden shouting was heard throughout the camp. Suddenly, Murphy was dragged off somewhere, people shouting and throwing their fists up into the air as they vanished somewhere in the camp. You quickly followed behind them, your heart beat speeding up the closer you got to the shouting. When you got there, your eyes widened at the sight before you. You stood there frozen to the ground, as you watched Bellamy push the creature out from underneath Murphy's feet, the noose wrapping around his neck tightly as he struggled for air. You can imagine the shock on your face when you saw what was going on. You were on the sensitive side—you didn't like things that were very violent. You didn't like fighting, blood, killing, anything related to violence wasn't your thing. Most people picked on you for it, or made comments about how you won't survive here on earth if you don't learn to fight and defend yourself. Going into the medical field was a surprise, since you didn't like to look at blood. However, your heart was stronger than your dislikes and fears. You wanted to help people feel better. You wanted to help save people's lives. That's why Abby picked you to go down to the ground. So someone could watch over the 100 that were sent to a planet they weren't even sure was livable. "Stop! I killed Wells! It wasn't him.." A small girl shouted, making her way into the small circle, bringing you out of your dazed state. You watched Clarke cut the ropes, and Murphy falling to the ground before you tired and walked away. Suddenly, feeling sick from the situation that just happened, you entered your tent, sitting yourself down on the edge of your makeshift cot. You tried to bring your breathing back to normal, placing your hands in your head to rub at your forehead in an attempt to get rid of the headache that had formed. You stayed like that for awhile, sitting on your cat as you just stared at your shoes. It was quiet and there was no one to bother you. However, that was short-lived when Clarke entered your tent. "Y/n, can we talk?" You looked up at her with tired eyes and gave her a short but stern nod. You stood up, pulling your loose jacket over your shoulder as you shifted your weight onto your right side. "To make this short, I need you to come treat Murphy's injuries before they get infected. I would do it myself, but I wouldn't know where to start." You stared at her for a good minute, wondering why someone like her---that wanted to create peace would cause such a situation to occur--. It irritated you, to say the least. "That's why I'm here isn't it?" You cocked a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just give me a few minutes to grab my things." You added turning on your heels to look through your supplies. "I'll send him in." You ignored her as you grabbed little containers of different powders and herbs, rags and bowls of water, along with any other supply you might need for treating his injuries. "I don't need someone to look at my wounds!" You rolled your eyes at his words, placing down the last container of herbs on your small makeshift table. He entered your tent, throwing back the tent flaps rather roughly. You gestured to your makeshift cot, grabbing your bowl of water and rags first. "You can sit there." Your voice was quiet and soft as you spoke like honey. He sat down with no complaints, placing his hands on his knees. You walked in front of him and grabbed his chin to tilt his head up. Your kind eyes examined the wounds on his face, studying each cut, bruise, and gash on his face. You then moved to his neck, your eyes filling with sadness at the bruised lines that formed on his neck. Your fingers reached out to them slowly touching the skin lightly with your finger tips. Murphy flinched back, sucking in a breath at the contact. You pulled your hand back, mumbling a small sorry as you reached for your wet rag. You gently wiped the blood off his face, careful not to press too hard on the bruises already forming. "Why are you helping me?" He asked as you wiped the blood off of his nose. "it's my job to help heal the injured." You rinsed the bloody rag out in the bowl of water next to you before turning back to wipe the blood from his lips. Your left hand cupped his face gently, letting your thumb rub over his slightly chapped lips as you cleaned the small cut on his bottom lip. "But, no one else would." He whispered, referring to what happened merely an hour earlier. His eyes looked down to the ground, staring at his boots as you placed the rag in the bowl. You stood up, staring at him for a moment before trading the bloody water bowl for a small container of herbs. You stood back in front of him, tilting his head back up so you could look at him. "Because, unlike most I actually care about some people.." You whispered back, rubbing a smooth paste against the cuts on his face before covering it with a bandage. After his face was patched up, you moved to his neck, you looked up to him for approval before reaching out this time. He slowly nodded, granting you permission to touch the sensitive skin there. You rubbed a different paste on his neck, gently moving your fingers along the surface so you wouldn't hurt him. "This will help the bruising heal faster." You said when you pulled back, offering him a small smile. You met his gaze, swallowing thickly as a blush rose up your neck and to your cheeks. You looked away, placing your empty medicine tray on the table next to you. Murphy continued to gaze at you as you cleaned up, wondering why you were showing such kindness, even though you didn't really know each other. He saw a kindness in your eyes that no one's ever given him before. It did something to him.. It made him feel tingly. It was crazy how a simple gaze could make him feel so different. You grabbed one last bandage to cover the small cut he had on his neck. You gently applied it, your breath fanning across his skin softly, which caused a small shiver to crawl up Murphy's spine. When you pulled back, you didn't realize how close your faces were, your foreheads were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning against your lips. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then to your eyes. Your breathing became heavy as he pushed his lips onto yours in a soft, innocent kiss. Your lips molded together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the base of it. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your mouth, which you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth, wrestling with yours in a battle of dominance. When you pulled away for air, you were both gasping. You leaned your forehead against his as he placed soft pecks against your slightly swollen and bruised lips. You didn't say anything to each other and just enjoyed the silence that fell around you. You moved to sit on his lap, pushing him back onto your cot as you hovered over him, placing another sweet kiss to his lips.

[blake-bellamyblake]

"I told her not to go"

"I should of stopped her"

[blake-bellamyblake]

Imagine: you and bellamy having an argument and he says something he regrets.

"Y/n, I didn't mean it please look at me"

"Princess, please"

"Im sorry"

[blake-bellamyblake]

Imagine: bellamy's reaction to hearing your voice after 6 painful long years thinking you didn't make it.

"Your wow, I never thought I'd hear you're voice again."

[blake-bellamyblake]

Imagine: bellamy's face when you tell him you love him too.

"Wait, you love me back?"

[celticcountrygal]

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True Name - Bellamy Blake Imagine

Bellamy x Reader

Summary : The Reader lets herself go around Bellamy, the new guy in the Compound and they give in to their feelings.

You watched as the horses and Rovers came through the gates at the front of the Compound. IT was the Mosaraths, Lexa’s people and this new Clan, the Sky Crew. Who had fallen from the sky. When the rider from Indra had came telling you the AI that had been responsible for The Great Fall had been destroyed and they needed a New Heda. You had agreed for them to come to your lands and search.

You had met them in the ‘throne room’ where they had told you what happened. From the moment she opened her mouth you took a disliking to Clarke Griffin, she spoke out of turn and thought she could Command the respect to do so. You had finally thrown a knife at her feet and threatened to take her head and hang it from your wall. From then she shut up and avoided you mostly. You had talked to Octavia and Raven after that, you liked them. They were smart and a warriors. 

After that you had given them a quarters in the Compound and had gotten on with your life. Only they always seemed to be hanging around. It annoyed your people too. They believed the Mosaraths were below them, which heightwise for the men it was true. The tallest of them only stood to the shoulders on your men. The women, well you were a different story. You barely reached some of the Mosaraths shoulders and even Clarke was taller than you.

There had been a good few fights so far, none involving Sky Crew though, and you wished your Father had been here. He had been the one to bring peace between your people but he was gone and now you were in his place. You had only taken them in out of respect for Lexa, who you had trained with in your youth, and him.

You stood on the cliff overlooking the forest below. The moonlight and stars were the only light that flooded the landscape. Your hand went to your hip where your sword was strapped. You heard a leaf crunch and instantly unsheathed your sword swinging it around. You pressed your sword against the soft skin. He tensed and his eyes widened. Damn those big brown eyes. ‘You shouldn’t have snuck up on me Bellamy’ You lowered the sword putting it back on your hip. He let out a breath.

Your eyes roamed his face. He was the only Sky Crew you genuinely liked. Bellamy Blake. Sometimes you even actively sought out his presence. You didn’t know why, it could have been those big brown eyes that looked like they knew everything you were thinking, or could reach far enough into you to find you soul. It could have been those black locks that he left so unruly on his head. It could have been that jaw that looked sharper than the sword that was under in a few seconds ago. It could have been those pretty lips that could light up his face when the slid into a smile. Or it could have been all of that together.

It could have been those broad shoulders. Ot those bulging biceps that almost looked too big for the shirts he wore. Or that perfectly chiseled chest that any woman would want to run their hands over. Or the back you had watched when he trained, the muscles tensing and relaxing. Or that perfectly defined torso that you wished to feel under your fingertips. Come to think of it, it was probably all of that.

You sighed and reached out and ran your finger along his neck collecting the drop of blood there. ‘Sorry, I did not mean to make you bleed’ You apologised wiping it in your trousers. ‘It was my fault I shouldn’t have crept up on you’ He smiled slightly. ‘Although I did call out for you’ He walked around the large rock and sat on it. ‘I’m sorry, I was thinking’ You shrugged sitting beside him. You never made eye contact but looking out over the forest. ‘I should have called when I seen you’ You nodded and looked towards him. He was already looking at you.

You bright eyes met his deep brown ones and your breath caught in your throat. ‘I asked inside where you were, Gendry told me out here, said this was where you went when something bad happened Kai’ He laid his hand on your thigh his eyes searching yours. ‘My Father was a Kairon before I was leader here. He died eight years ago’ His hand left your thigh and grabbed your hand. ‘He went into the Mountain to get my other and never came out’ A wind blew the hair from your face. ‘I went in a month later and found them. They told me my Father had come across the Reapers and my brother had been one’ You took a deep breath in ‘He hesitated, and my brother killed him’ Bellamy opened his mouth to answer but you got there before him. ‘I didn’t, when my brother came at me I had killed him. The fact that I got our people out and killed him without hesitation was what had gotten me nominated’ You looked away from him unable to hold eye contact with him. 

In your culture to begin the trials that you had to pass to become a leader you had to be a unanimous decision among the leaders that you could be nominated and to be nominated you had to do something recognisable. You felt him take his hand from yours and your hand dropped. The Sky Crew were not like your people they didn’t understand the ways of your people. The you must do anything you can to survive mentality. But you felt him wrap his arm around your shoulder and pull you towards him.

You breathed out a sigh of relief and wrapped your arm around his back. ‘We do what we need to for our people’ You closed your eyes leaning into him for a proper hug. You wrapped your other arm around him slipping your arm under the jacket he was wearing. ‘I killed my Brother Bellamy, would you kill Octavia?’ You felt him tighten his arm around you and he scooted closer to you. ‘Octavia isn’t a Reaper’ He whispered. ‘You did what you needed to do Kai’ You closed your eyes. ‘Y/n my name is Y/n’ You looked up at him through your lashes.

You seen his eyebrows furrow. ‘Y/n’ He breathed. You liked the sound of your name coming from his lips. ‘Y/n’ You repeated. ‘Kai is a title, like Heda’ You informed him and heard him hump. ‘I’ve never heard anyone call you Y/n’ He mused. ‘They don’t know my name, all Dark bloods, only their family knows their name’ He pulled back a little. ‘It’s because someday we may become Kai or Kairon’ He blinked a second. ‘Your Dad’s name wasn’t Kairon’ He realised and you shook his head. ‘Lucan’ You looked away from him. ‘Why did you tell me if it's only family that knows?’ He asked and you shrugged not wanting to look in those eyes. ‘Because I trust you and it felt wrong to have you calling em something so formal’ Bellamy put his hand on you chin and turned you to face him.

You smiled a little. ‘Y/n’ He breathed. ‘I like it’ He smiled down at you.  ‘I like you saying it, I haven’t heard it in a long time’ You breathed. ‘I will call you Y/n whenever I can’ You smiled and leaned in pressing your lips to his. You felt him tense and pulled yourself away from him. You opened your eyes and they widened. 

Bellamy reached out and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. He pulled you back to him your lips pressing against his again. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he gripped your waist. You sighed leaning into him. You had wanted to do this since you seen him. You want to press yourself against him his lips against yours. You felt his tongue run along your bottom lip.

You pushed yourself up off the rock and threw your leg over his lap straddling him. You hands slid up into his hair pulling his head back and opened your lips. His tongue teased yours at first but then began to fight for dominance. When he won he tangled his fingers in your hair and tugged a little. You gasped and you felt him smirk a little. He pulled away and pulled your head back. His lips attached to your jaw as you sighed.

His lips moved down you neck and you gripped his hair tighter. ‘Bellamy’ You breathed and he leaned back a little. ‘Y/n’ He smiled and pulled your lips back to his. You sighed contently as his tongue slipped between your lips again massaging your tongue.

You pulled away a few minutes later. ‘We should go back inside’ You pushed yourself off him. His hands landed on your hips. ‘Thank you for listening Bellamy’ You smiled and laid your hands on his biceps as he stood. ‘You’re welcome Y/n’ A smile spread across your face. ‘It’s so good to hear that again. I’m glad I told you’ You squeezed his muscles. ‘And I’m glad it was you’ He smiled and leaned down kissing you again. ‘I’ll walk you back to your room’  He breathed. ‘Thank you’ You smiled as you both turned walking back through the trees to the compound.

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