#john murphy fluff

[atotallser]

do i ever cross your mind

The 100 Masterlist

John Murphy X Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: This is my first time writing in a long while so I hope this isn’t too bad :) thanks for reading :p

Warnings: Fluff-Angst, John Murphy lowk being gentle, flashback, reader lowk yearning for Murphy.

part 1 / part 2

When Murphy had gotten banished, a lot of people were under the impression that it was a relief, knowing that there wouldn’t be any threat to them anymore. But you had different feelings. Part of you felt guilty because for some odd reason, he was never really at your throat like the others, and you were never sure why.

Unity day came along, and everyone was tipsy or drunk, and they were running off to corners to make out or playing dumb drinking games. You sat by the fire, staring at it as it crackled and popped every few seconds. You were so lost in thought that you had only gotten through what was a full cup of ‘unity juice’ as jasper called it. You just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened the day before.

Yes, you felt awful that a child had basically sacrificed herself to prevent any more harm. But you were just stuck on the thought that it was wrong for just jumping to the fact it was him. I mean sure.. His knife was at the scene, but it could have been used by someone else.. Which ended up to be true. People could have cared less about Murphy, they were scared of him, he also was just a threat to everyone. That’s not what you saw, though.

You didn’t know Murphy that well, other than from the small hunting teams that would get sent out, but when you were sent out, you saw a side of Murphy that you didn’t think you would.

You were sent out in a group of 4, but ended up splitting up towards the end of it in caves as the rain had gotten heavy. While you were trapped there, you had learned more about Murphy… A softer side.

— — — — — —

Sitting on the other side of the cave was Murphy. He was staring at the small fire you had just barely managed to get started, not much warmth emitting from it. Both of you are still soaked from the rain even after being there for a couple of hours. It was starting to get dark, and you both were bored, tired, and incredibly annoyed. What Murphy had hoped to be an easy day, turned out to be one of the worst ones yet. He was stuck with a stranger for fucks sake, what were his chances of being able to make it out alive tomorrow.

Staring at the fire, he sighed and began to speak, might as well ask questions to pass time, “So,, what’s your name, stranger?” He murmured out, tossing what seemed to be a pebble into the fire. You froze for a second.. Was Murphy actually asking a question? To you? Not knowing if he was being genuine or not, you shifted awkwardly in your spot and glanced around.

“It’s.. y/n,” Came past your lips in a murmur, receiving a small grunt as a response from Murphy. It was quiet for a little bit after that, and you weren’t sure if there was going to be anymore conversation, but he surprised you again. This time he was looking at you directly.

He seemed hesitant at first, like he didn’t know if it was okay to speak. He kept pausing, small huffs of air coming from his mouth nervously, “Hunting, huh? Why do you go on these groups if we just end up,, stuck in a spot we don’t want to be?” He had his usual snark and sassiness to his questions, but nonetheless it was a question.

You thought for a moment. It was a great question, actually. You never really go on the hunts to get the food, it was more of an escape from the mass amount of people that came to the earth in the dropship, all the chaos. Going on these hunting trips just gave you the opportunity to think about things and different ways you can contribute to the 100 on the ground.

“I don’t know, I guess,,, I guess I just find a lot of peace being away from the 100 for a couple of hours or so. It gives me an opportunity to really, well, reflect on the things that have been going on.” You explained reluctantly, not sure if it was okay to say anything of the sort. He didn’t seem like the kind of person to be interested in a persons reasoning, but yet, a glimmer in his eyes told you he was actually curious on to what you meant.

“Hm.. I guess that makes sense, I mean, who wouldn’t want to be trapped, surrounded by woods with your thoughts.” he replied with just a hint of sarcasm, but you just couldn’t help yourself but to talk.

You giggled a little bit in thought, just before letting out a small shiver, reminding you of how cold it actually was at the moment, even with the fire going, “It’s actually something I used to do in the sky box because the mess hall was always so loud.” You glanced off towards the entrance of the cave, watching the rain drops fall into the dirt, making it more muddy than what it was before.

“When I would be in my room, I would just think about what life would be like on the ground.. How fun it would be to be able to run around, enjoy nature, but I did not expect it to be like this..” You sighed, glancing back to the other side of the cave, before realizing Murphy had shifted to your side, getting ready to take his jacket off when he stilled.

You let out a snort before continuing, “I guess what I’m really saying is that, as much as I ‘enjoy’ trying to survive as much as possible and work til my feet hurt, these moments just give me the chance to breathe again..” you heard a bit more shuffling while you shivered, just before getting greeted with a damp (but weirdly warm) jacket laying across the front of your body.

“You’re shivering.. sorry.” He said before shifting a little further away before replying to your last comment.

“I see what you mean,” he started, tossing a couple of sticks nearby into the fire, mostly breaking them before tossing them in.

“Being around nature just,, it feels a lot better compared to being stuck in a metal box in space.” He added with a grunt, his head lightly tapping against the stone.

You nod in agreement, shifting under the jacket to try and gather more warmth to your body. You catch a whiff of smoke, dirt, and sweat from the jacket, but the smoke overpowered the dirt and sweat so you didn’t mind. Weird,,, a comforting smell.

“I suppose… It was kind of difficult focusing, always hearing the clanking from all the maintenance they were doing.” You retorted, making him huff out a small laugh with a smirk on his face.

“Yeah, well, that place will end up as inhabitable as earth was years ago.” He joked, which managed to get a small, but audible laugh from you.

You stared at the fire for a while before you saw that Murphy himself was shivering, and you felt bad that he was suffering in the cold now. Hesitantly, you shifted towards him, trying to cover him with as much of the jacket you could, trying to combine your body heat to keep warm.

Staring down at you was John. A bit perplexed but it wasn’t a bad idea to try and keep warm. Slowly, his arms pulled you closer, just barely managing to have you both inside the jacket. Never being this close to someone in a while, a light pink dust your cheeks, luckily you could blame it on the cold air coming from the entrance of the cave.

“Sorry, I just uh… I thought y-“

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s okay.” He cut you off, staring at the fire now as to try and not make the situation more awkward.

You nodded gently, awkwardly laying your head against his chest, just before sinking into his body warmth. His arms wrapped loosely around your waist.

— — — — — —

You sighed, dumping out what was left of your drink before walking off to your tent. Others weren’t paying attention, not too concerned about where you were going or what was wrong, drowned in alcohol or talking about anything at all.

Arriving in your tent you let out a sigh, looking around your dimly lit tent before sitting down on your cot. As you’re kicking off your boots you see John’s jacket, something that he had left in your tent the last time you talked.

You weren’t sure what you were thinking, all you knew was that you picked it up and wrapped it around your chest, the familiar scent filling your nose.

The worst part of the banishment? Not being able to say goodbye to him.. even if you weren’t close.

[sleepyangelkami]

Would you write John Murphy from the 100?

BOY FROM THE SKY j.murphy

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 2.5K

JOHN MURPHY X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you and your parents live in a cottage in the woods, what happens when they return from hunting one day with a boy, battered and bruised, claiming he'd fallen from the sky?

 𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - minor blood + gore, (1) use of y/n, shy!reader, acid fog, panic attack, swear word(s), petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

living in the woods wasn't as isolated as it seemed. you rather liked where you lived, the peace in it. besides, you'd never known anything else.

it was just you and your parents, it always bad been. you often had visitors, people from clans all throughout the forest, but they were allies to your family now, peace being served between you all.

your hands brushed against the ceramic plates, wiping them clean when you heard commotion from outside the cottage. your parents had been on a run, hunting for food while you stayed behind. they never trusted you enough to go out by yourself.

you found yourself following the noise but you didn't get far, eyes widening as your father burst open the door, he and your mother supporting a boy from either arm, limp as they dragged him. "what are you doing?" you mumbled, following them as they lifted him towards the bathroom.

blood followed in a trail.

"y/n, get the medical supplies, now." you wasted no time in fleeing the room, hands pushing at drawers until you found the medical supplies you needed. your parents were waiting for you as you passed them the things they needed, stepping back to watch.

you didn't speak to people outside the cabin, that was your parents job but watching him, a new soul standing inside your bathroom was certainly a sight to scare. "come here, put pressure on his stomach with this cloth." you did as your mother told you, gently placing your hands against the white cloth, now stained crimson.

"who... who is he?" your voice croaked, turning to your father who was putting rubbing alcohol in his arm.

"john. murphy. most people just call me murphy, though." your eyes widened as they turned back to the boy. seeing as his eyes were lolled closed and his head was leaning down, you assumed he'd been passed out but he looked back up at you, with low red eyes and a hazy memory. "what's the problem? not a fan of blood?" he could feel your hands shaking against his wound, doing everything in your power not to look down.

thankfully, your mother answered for you, unaware of how your jaw was glued in the one place, unable to move. "she's terrified of it." answering shortly. "i got it." your mother moved your hands away and let her own hands take over.

you stepped backwards, almost tripping over your own two feet. watching the stranger in the bathroom with your parents working on his wounds was enough to make you feel hazy too. "what can i do to help?" you mumbled, voice low and quiet.

murphy decided then that you resembled a flower, not a sunflower or anything so bright, but a delicate one, a white tulip, perhaps. he gave you a funny smile. "don't suppose you guys have coffee, here, do you?"

that was the first time you'd ever met john murphy. he soon became much more than a stranger.

he became sort of like a 'second' as the grounders would call it, to your parents. he did as much as he could to repay them for their kindness. you never really asked him much about himself, squeaking and hiding every chance you got. living out in the forest by yourself for your whole life, you got a little shy.

your parents were hunters but also searching for a better place to live, the cabin only provided so much security. often, they'd leave for weeks at a time leaving you in the cabin alone. they never had to worry though, because you always kept things under control. but this time... you had someone to stay with you, though you could hardly call them a friend if you couldn't look him in the eye.

it was late at night, your parents had only left that morning and you were in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. you were dressed in tattered pale blue sleep shorts with a ragged white henley on top.

you were under the impression that you were in the kitchen alone, that was until the door slammed rather harshly. a squeak fell from your lips as you gripped the glass in your hand tighter as to keep it from falling. your wide eyes glanced forward to see murphy, grimacing at the sound. "sorry." he uttered. "i didn't mean to scare you."

you inhaled softly. "you didn't." but your shaking voice and nervous shuffle said otherwise.

murphy still eyed you, unconvinced. he'd made it his job to be extra careful around you. he could tell from your nervous jitters that you were rather shy and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in your own home.

"looks like we had the same idea." he joked, pouring himself a glass of water too.

your eyes nervously looked at him. it was easier to look at him when he wasn't looking at you, and right now his eyes were trained on the rounded kitchen table.

his skin looked less battered and bruised than it did before. the bruises still lingered but the cuts were almost gone. "your wounds look better."

and thank god for that, the sight of his wounds had made you a little on edge. "that mean you can finally look me in the eye now?"

murphy knew as soon as the words left his lips that he shouldn't have said anything. when speaking to you, you adverted your eyes as quickly as you could, never making eye contact. your fingers would fiddle with themselves and you'd dig the tip of your foot into the mud beneath your shoes.

always so nervous.

"sorry." you mumbled, cheeks turning warm. "i'm just..."

"shy?" he practically answered for you, watching you catch your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. "i get it."

your eyes caught to his dark blue ones and you tried to keep your face from getting hot. "goodnight, murphy." setting your glass in the sink and making your way towards the door.

"goodnight, sweetheart." the minute it left his lips, he knew it was too late to take back.

he watched as your cheeks turned to flames and your eyes widened even larger. you quickly scurried out of the room and he bit his lip, rolling his own eyes and wondering how he could be so stupid.

it wasn't as if he hadn't meant to call you such a name. he just wished he'd gotten the chance to be more gentle with it, to ease you into the idea.

you already seemed nervous before, he could only imagine you now.

however, as the sun rose again by morning, you didn't seem to want to leave his side. he was unsure what had changed within the night but he shrugged it off, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"it's nice out today, don't you think?" you see, you'd spent all your time with him all day but you hadn't exactly spoke much. murphy was chopping wood with the spare axe your father always used. he wiped a hand across his forehead and looked up at the blazing sun.

you just nodded silently, glancing around at the pretty flowers that were beginning to bloom. "spring's one of my favourite seasons." you admitted in a low mumble.

murphy's eyes turned to you, watching you at your seat on top of one of the wood logs, swaying your feet back and forth. "yeah? why's that?" using the axe to swing onto another piece of wood. they were already chopped into cylinders but they were too big to fit in the fire place.

"i like the flowers." it was only now that he realised there was a little flower crown sitting in your lap, you were adding the last few daisies. "i think peonies are my favourite but i've never seen one in real life."

most of your life was measured in books and pictures, it wasn't like you had many people to keep you company before, to tell you their own stories. aside from your parents, that is.

"you will." your eyes glanced up, hearing the sincerity in his voice. he'd placed the axe against the ground and picked up the now separated log pieces. "someday."

"how do you know?" you questioned in the sweetest tone he'd ever heard as you connected the flower crown into exactly what it was supposed to be.

the ghost of a smile on your lips was enough to have him do the same.

but the sound of a horn stopped him from answering your question.

a cold fear suddenly fell over you. you knew what the sound of the horn meant.

acid fog.

your wide eyes turned to murphy, standing as you dropped the flower crown onto the log you'd been using as a seat.

"shit." the boy mumbled, dropping the wood against the grass and turning to look at the cabin.

you were too far away from it, you'd never make it in time, the acid fog would get there quicker. "what do we do?" your worried voice caught his ears and he could see pure terror etched to your face, inching closer to him.

"it's okay, it's okay, c'mere." he pushed his hand out, wavering you forward and you merely clutched the hem of your dress between your fingers, eyes looking past the meadow. "c'mere, angel, i've got you."

you were too far from home.

it was one of the main reasons that you hated leaving home. you could never be prepared, not all the way out here.

however, you complied anyway, putting your life's trust in murphy as he suddenly clasped your hand, leading you the opposite way of your home.

"murphy? murphy, where are we going?" he could hear the horror slick in your voice, it was an unusual sound. there never was much emotion in your voice, as if you could only ever mumble.

the sound of you... fearful made his heart lurch. he suddenly wished he could take care of you in any way you needed, make sure you were never put in harms way again.

"'s okay, just follow me, i know a place." he turned behind him, knowing he shouldn't have looked back. he sucked in a breath of air at the sight of the airy yellow fog. "gotta pick up the pace, sweetheart." his voice suddenly panicked.

and you did just that.

murphy was faster, though, leading the way with your hand wrapped in his own. you ran until your calves burned, eyes widening when murphy suddenly stopped. but you didn't question him.

funnily enough, you trusted him.

and your parents must have trusted him too, leaving you alone with him.

he reached down, clearing the ground of leaves and sticks, a metal door was suddenly revealed. you looked at murphy with confusion. you'd lived here your entire life, how did he know more about this place than you did?

nonetheless, he ushered you inside. "there you go, atta girl." allowing you to walk down the narrow ladder and following you less than seconds later.

with no time to waste, the boy grabbed the handle of the door and slammed it shut, allowing the acid fog to travel through the air, passing over the bunker completely.

as your feet hit the ground, you instantly took in the bunker. it wasn't huge though it wasn't necessarily small either.

but you couldn't take notice of the things around, too focused on what was happening outside. your chest heaved, heavy breaths leaving your lips. though it felt like nothing was leaving you, as if you could only breathe in. there was too much inside of you.

your hand grasped at the nape of your neck, feeling all too overwhelmed.

this was the first time in your entire life that acid fog had hit when you were so far away from home.

"hey, hey, hey." murphy seemed to notice your panic. "you're okay, we're safe in here." even though you trusted him, you still couldn't seem to believe. not in him, no, just that anyone like you would get lucky. you hadn't experienced a day of luck in your life. "look at me." your watery eyes turned to him. "you're safe."

and suddenly the boy did something that nobody else had ever really done.

he took you in his arms, and he cradled you, hugging you close.

it took a moment, a beat of silence before your arms could wrap around his own body, a weight suddenly lifted off your shoulders. it was as if by embracing you, he took half of all that worry and knocked it off your shoulders. it didn't heal you completely, sure, but that was magic enough.

your breathing slowed and you felt the boy gently pull away from you, though his palms were still steady on your arms. "okay, angel?" you nodded, avoiding his eye. "good, c'mere."

the boy helped you sit on this mattress that lay in the corner of the room, tattered grey sheet laying on it and a single duvet, covered by a black cover. you glanced around the 'room', boxes and desks, little objects littering around the bunker. "did you stay here?" you questioned, turning to him. "before you found us?"

"for a bit." he shrugged. he was looking at you closely, eyeing you. it wasn't often that you could stare into his eyes and not back down. he wasn't going to give this up. "then i went back to my old group for a while and well, i guess... you saw how that turned out."

briefly, your mind travelled to the day he first came to your home, covered in bruises and blood.

they did that to him?

you weren't so sure, john murphy seemed to have a knack for trouble. but that was simply a question for another day.

the sound of wind gusting from above the bunker caused your eyes to snap up to the ceiling.

"you can relax." he spoke, a gentle hand comforting you against your thigh. the feeling was enough to excite something from you. "we're safe in here."

"okay." but your pitch was high and your voice was wobbly. you were never a good liar.

"hey, you know that flower crown you were making earlier?" you nodded in response, listening to his voice. you knew he was only trying to get you to stop thinking about the wind out there. but you couldn't help it, it appeared to be working. "think you could make me one too?"

"i don' know." you glanced down at your lap, hands fiddling with your own fingers. "they're not very good?"

"are you kidding me?" despite his words, his tone was soft, adoring even. "they're amazing. i need you to make me one."

you couldn't stop the gentle curve of your lips. "yeah?"

"yeah." he grinned, "we can wear them together. you know, like king and queen." he nudged your shoulder causing a giggle to leave your lips. he suddenly noticed you staring. "what?"

"nothing." you huffed out a laugh from behind your grin. "i just... guess i was hoping someone like you would come around and then you just... fell from the sky."

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[fanfics4all]

What Devotion Looks Like

Request: Yes / No

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John Murphy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1018

Warnings: Mentions of broken ribs

Y/N: Your Name 

Summary: Behind John Murphy’s sharp edges and reputation, Y/N sees the quiet, unwavering devotion he never shows the rest of the world. After a violent encounter leaves her injured, the two share a raw, honest moment at camp

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People think John Murphy doesn’t care. They see the sarcasm, the bitterness, the way he keeps himself just half a step removed from everyone else like the world already decided he’s disposable and he’s daring it to prove him wrong. They remember the things he’s done when he was scared or cornered, and they never let him forget it. But they don’t see the quiet parts. 

They don’t see the way he counts heads every time we move camps. The way his hand always finds the back of my jacket when it’s dark, loud, or dangerous. The way he positions himself between me and everyone else without ever announcing it. 

I see it. 

I see him. 

Right now, we’re at camp. The others are asleep or pretending to be. Clarke’s somewhere near the entrance, Bellamy’s on watch, Octavia curled up a few feet away. John and I are sitting against the wall, knees drawn up, sharing a blanket that smells like smoke, metal, and him. My shoulder rests against his chest. His arm is around me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. The silence between us isn’t uncomfortable. It’s heavy. Thoughtful. The kind of quiet that comes after you’ve survived something you shouldn’t have. 

We had a run-in with some grounders earlier today, and I broke two ribs. John helped set them. He didn’t say much while he did it. Just clenched his jaw, swore under his breath, and kept apologizing like it was his fault the world is violent. I tilt my head slightly, listening to his heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Real. 

“You’re thinking too loud.” He mutters. 

I snort softly. “You can’t hear my thoughts.” 

“Don’t need to.” He says. “You get this little crease right here.” He taps my temple gently. 

“Means you’re spiraling.” 

I sigh. “Guess I’m not as subtle as I thought.” 

“No.” He agrees immediately. “You’re terrible at hiding things.” 

I glance up at him. “Says the guy who pretends he doesn’t care about anything.” 

John huffs out a breath. “Yeah, well, one of us has to be emotionally unavailable.” 

I smile, but it fades quietly. 

“John.” I say quietly. 

He stiffens just a little. He always knows when my tone changes. 

“What?” 

“Did today scare you?” I ask. 

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his grip tightens slightly, fingers flexing against my arm like he’s grounding himself. 

“Yeah…” He admits eventually. “It did.” 

I shift so I’m facing him more, careful of my ribs. “You almost didn’t come back.” 

His jaw tightens. “But I did.” 

“You ran into the fight.” I say softly. “For me.” 

He shrugs like it’s nothing. “Someone had to.” 

My chest aches, not from the injury, but from the weight of what he’s brushing off. 

“That wasn’t nothing.” I say. “You could’ve died.” 

He finally looks at me then, really looks at me. His eyes are dark in the low light, tired, sharp, and honest in a way he usually keeps buried. 

“So could you.” He says. “And that was unacceptable.” 

I blink.

“John-” 

“I’m serious.” He interrupts. “I don’t do a lot of things right, Y/N. I know that. I screw up, I make bad calls, I piss people off just by breathing.” His mouth twists. “But losing you? That’s not on the list.” 

Something tightens in my throat. 

“You don’t get to decide who lives or dies.” I say quietly. 

“No.” He agrees. “But I get to decide what I’m willing to do.” 

I stare at him, heart pounding. His voice drops, steady and certain. 

“I would kill, and get killed for you, you know that, right?” 

The words hit me like a punch to the chest. Not because they’re dramatic. But because they’re true. John doesn’t exaggerate. He doesn’t romanticize danger. He doesn’t make promises he can’t keep. If he says something like that, it’s because he’s already made peace with it. 

“Don’t say that.” I whisper. 

“Why?” He asks. “Because it scares you?” 

“Yes.” I admit. “Because it shouldn’t be normal.” 

He leans his forehead against mine. “Nothing about this world is normal.” 

I close my eyes. 

“I don’t want you to die for me.” I say. 

“Good.” He murmurs. “Neither do I.” 

“Then don’t talk like that.” 

He exhales slowly. “I’m not saying I want to. I’m saying… if it ever came down to it? There wouldn’t be a choice.” 

I pull back just enough to look at him. “That’s not love, John. That’s-” 

“Devotion.” He finishes quietly. “And yeah, I know. It’s messy and ugly, but it’s mine.” 

My chest tightens painfully. 

“I don’t need you to sacrifice yourself.” I say. “I need you alive. I need you here. With me.” 

His expression softens in a way that feels almost private. 

“Then stay.” He says. “That’s all I’m asking.” 

I swallow. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” I promise. 

He studies my face like he’s memorizing it, like he’s afraid the world might take this moment from him too. 

“Good.” He says. “Because I don’t think I could survive losing you.” 

I reach up, cupping his cheek. 

“Hey.” I whisper. “Look at me.” 

He does. 

“I don’t want to be the reason you bleed.” I say. “I want to be the reason you live.” 

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. Then his hand slides up to cradle the back of my neck, thumb brushing my jaw gently, reverently. 

“God…” He mutters. “You make it really hard not to care.” 

I smile faintly. “Good.” 

He presses his forehead to mine again, breathing me in. 

“I’m still gonna protect you.” He says. 

“I know.” I reply. “Just… don’t forget I’ll do the same.” 

He lets out a quiet laugh. “Yeah? You’d kill for me?” 

I smirk. “I’d definitely stab someone.” 

“Works for me.” 

We sit there like that for a long time- two people shaped by violence, choosing softness anyway. For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel afraid of what loving him might cost. Because loving John Murphy means knowing exactly what you’re worth to someone who’s never had much to lose. And to him? I’m everything. 

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[dixontardis]

So another one, this one fluff, fem!reader and Murphy go out hunting, I don't mind what happens, but I just wanna see Murphy teach her to hunt

A/N: here you go!

warnings: hunting, teasing, fluff, weapon,

𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

The woods were quieter than you expected, except for Murphy’s constant commentary.

“Step on one more twig, and every animal in this forest’s gonna pack their bags” he muttered, voice laced with amusement. He glanced over his shoulder, crossbow swinging effortlessly in his hand.

You scowled “Sorry, not all of us were born feral”

He grinned at that, a flash of white teeth against the shadows, “You say feral like it’s an insult”

The morning light cut through the trees, filtering gold across his face, catching in his hair. He looked maddeningly at ease, while you were one mosquito bite away from throwing your spear and walking back to camp.

Murphy stopped suddenly, raising a hand “Tracks” he whispered. You leaned in beside him, squinting at the faint marks in the dirt, “Rabbit. Small. Probably close”

“Great” you said softly, “dinner with ears”

He chuckled, low and genuine. Then his hands were on yours, guiding you into position. The closeness made your breath hitch, “Relax your shoulders” he murmured, his chest brushing your back.

You felt every word hum against your skin, “I didn’t realize that mattered”

“Oh, it does” he teased.

You elbowed him, lightly, because you kinda liked the way he laughed after. And then, miraculously, you spotted it, the rabbit, twitching at the edge of the clearing. You steadied your breath, pulled back the bowstring he’d let you borrow, and-

Thunk.

The arrow hit its mark. Not perfect, but close enough.

Your eyes went wide “Holy..did you see that?”

Murphy blinked, feigning boredom “Yeah, yeah, beginner’s luck” But he couldn’t hide the little smirk tugging at his mouth.

Back at camp, you were sitting by the fire, the smell of roasted meat in the air. Murphy tossed you the first piece. “Guess you’re not completely hopeless after all,” he said.

You grinned “Coming from you, that’s practically a love confession”

He froze, eyes narrowing, then smirked again, “Don’t push it, princess”

But a few minutes later, when the fire crackled low and your shoulders brushed, his pinky hooked around yours like it was an accident, and neither of you said a word.

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♰﹔𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝐣.𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis﹔murphy was always protective of you, so when he thought Jasper sparked an interest in you, he was quick to shut it down. ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ ˚ cw﹔ john murphy x reader, sfw, kissing ﹒ ◠ note﹔ send an ask if you want a smut version wc﹔ 1.1k  ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood﹔ playlist

Being an engineer meant I had to be around Monty and Jasper whether I liked it or not- and I did like it, they were my first two friends on the ground. Other than Murphy.

Murphy and I had been friends on the Ark before we got incriminated, he was my best friend. We always did everything together. Stealing, pranking, once even blasting music through the intercoms. I always smiled at the memories, they were the only good ones I made on the Ark.

I'd like to think Murphy was still my friend, but most of his old self had been glossed over with the new ego of being Bellamy's 'second in command' as they called it. I think Bellamy knows more than half of these people trust Murphy, or well they did. Bellamy could've been easily taken over without the title, now that people were more afraid of Murphy given his recent history.

What happened to 'whatever the hell we want'?

With Murphy playing leader, I was left with Monty and Jasper. I enjoyed their company greatly- as weird as they were. Out of the two, Jasper and I had been the closest, though, I knew nobody could take the 'best friend' title away from Monty. Not that I was shooting for it, anyway. I had my own things to worry about, things most people in this camp couldn't care less about; Murphy.

I was sitting by the campfire next to Jasper and Monty, it was a cold day, the sun was resting behind grey clouds and only peeking through every now and then. Jasper must've noticed how my nose turned color because he unraveled himself from the jacket that was previously hiding his lanky body and wrapped it around my shoulders.

I smiled at his gesture, not knowing a certain someone was looking, "Thanks, Jasp."

Jasper gave me a warm smile in return, "You need it more than me," While the gesture was sweet, he in fact needed it more. The fire didn't look like it was helping anybody.

"Have you guys seen Murphy?" I muttered. I had been meaning to talk with him and catch up on how he's been. I missed our small talks. With him playing leader he's been too 'busy'.

Monty's eyes began trailing something behind me, "Walking into the dropship, why?"

It took me a few seconds to get what he said, the coldness from before melting away as I hurriedly handed Jasper his jacket back and left- leaving them questioning.

My demeanor appeared nervous, I wasn't sure how he viewed me anymore with his new act. We hadn't sat down and talked since we landed, I was sure he had already forgotten about me. But you don't know until you try, right?

Moving past the red tarp we used as a door I saw no sight of Murphy, I was about to give up when I heard a loud slam from the level above. It had to of been Murphy.

I swiftly made my way up the ladder and pushed open the hatch with a loud grunt.

"Murphy?" I asked as I stood up and dusted my hands off.

"Look who it is." A voice came from behind me, his tone was full of annoyance. I wasn't sure if the annoyance was towards me.

"This was a bad idea." I said, heading towards the hatch.

Murphy sighed and threw his head back, "Bored of flirting with Jasper?"

His sentence made me stop in my tracks, no way he thought that, right? He couldn't possibly think me and Jasper were more than friends, no offense Jasper. I felt anger bubbling in my chest as my face conformed to one of confusion as I tried to think of how he could've possibly came to that conclusion.

He took my silence as a sign to explain, "Where's his jacket?" The dots seemed to finally connect, he was jealous of Jasper.

Murphy was jealous of Jasper?!

No offense Jasper.

A wave of relief hit my body as I let out an exaggerated exhale, which only seemed to annoy Murphy further. I was relieved that's the only thing he was frustrated with, I'd never expected to see Murphy jealous over somebody interacting with me. I knew he was protective but I didn't think he was that protective.

"Me and Jasper are just friends, Murph," I said, my shivering hands going unnoticed by me.

"Friends don't sit that close, I see you guys talking like all the time," Murphy expressed, his brows furrowing as his voice grew more stern. He started walking closer to me and I took a few steps back, my back hitting the cold metal wall which sent shivers down my body.

"What're you doing?" I ask, my voice wavering.

"What I should've done a long time ago," Murphy's hands reached for my cheeks, the warmth of his palms engulfing them as his lips met mine.

I was shocked but I wasn't planning on moving away, I swore Murphy could've heard how fast my heart was beating. After a few seconds, my eyes fluttered shut and I leaned into the kiss, bringing my arms up around his neck only pushing him in more.

His body was flat against mine, the closeness brought a nice warmth to my body. His lips felt rough against mine and his nose fit cozy next to my nose.

I didn't have any thoughts, my mind went blank, and the only thing I was thinking about was how good Murphy tasted. My hands ran through his hair and his fingers ran across my jawline. Murphy was the first to pull away, leaving me feeling a sense of loss and emptiness- already missing the way his lips felt.

Murphy smirked almost like he sensed how I felt, he leaned into my neck and began sucking, leaving traces of him all over my neck. I gasped out at the feeling, but I didn't complain, I wanted people to know I was Murphy's.

After a while, Murphy finally felt satisfied with the amount of markings he made, not that I could see.

"Now everyone will know who you belong to," He gave me his classic shit-eating grin, clearly feeling full of himself as he admired the hickeys he left.

"Shut up," I said with a smile.

"Make me," He said, shrugging off his jacket and placing it into my hands, "Next time, just ask."

His fingers trailed along my jawline again, stopping at my chin and swiftly pulling me into another quick kiss, causing me to form a blush on my cheeks.

I was his.

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[peachesgarden]

Could I request a John Murphy fic where the reader helps him escape from Ontari and they’re going through the tunnels underneath Polis so they don’t get caught, and several people end up almost finding them, and they have nowhere to hide, so as a distraction Murphy kisses reader to make it look like they’re just teenagers sneaking around, plus it hides their face from the view of the others passing through the tunnels looking for them.

𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 & 𝑸𝑼𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮

A/N: sorry that this is late lovely!! But here you go!!!

Warnings: none, just kissing hehe

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Gif is from the boyfriend :)

The tunnels beneath Polis smelled like damp stone and iron. Every step echoed too loudly, every breath felt like it could give you away. You kept a tight grip on Murphy’s wrist, tugging him along as you followed the faint torchlight ahead.

“You sure you know where we’re going?” he whispered. His voice was low, but the usual bite was there. “Because I’d rather not get strung up by Ontari’s goons tonight.”

You shot him a look over your shoulder. “Do you want to lead instead?”

He scowled but didn’t answer, just pressed closer when you both heard boots clattering against the stone nearby. Torches flickered, the light shifting around the bend.

“Shit,” Murphy muttered, backing you against the wall. “They’re sweeping the tunnels.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The patrol was seconds away from rounding the corner.

And then Murphy’s eyes flicked to yours, sharp, calculating — then softer, like he hated what he was about to do but had no other choice.

“Don’t freak out,” he muttered.

“Freak out ab—”

His mouth crashed against yours.

The kiss was hard, desperate, all teeth and the faint taste of blood from where he’d bitten his lip earlier. His hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up as his body pinned yours to the wall. To anyone else, it looked like nothing more than two reckless kids sneaking off into the shadows to steal a moment.

You barely registered the guards as they passed, one of them muttering something about “teenagers” in Trigedasleng before the footsteps faded down the tunnel.

Only then did Murphy pull back, his breathing ragged, lips still brushing yours when he whispered, “See? Perfect distraction.”

You blinked at him, trying to catch your breath. “You—could’ve warned me better.”

He smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. There was still too much fear thrumming in his chest. “Didn’t hear you complaining.”

The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until he finally tugged at your hand again. “C’mon. We’re not safe yet.”

But as you followed him deeper into the tunnels, your lips still tingling, you couldn’t shake the thought that maybe — just maybe — the kiss hadn’t been only for show.

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[razzel-dazzel2002]

Talk Smack, Get Smacked

Request - I loved Bi pride with John Murphy! It was amazing! Could you please write an imagine with Murphy in season 1 era where one of the delinquents is talking bad about reader and Murphy beats them up and reader helps to clean up Murphy’s wounds and they kiss and it’s very soft? ❤️🥰

Angst/Fluff 

Warnings -  Violence, Blood, Cursing?, Other(?)

Pairing - John Murphy X Reader

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“Does Y/n ever stop talking?”

“I know, right? They’re annoying as hell. Like, shut the hell up for once.”

What?

The moment he heard your name get mentioned, he was tuned into their conversation. He’d heard bits and pieces before because of how loud they were talking but didn’t care until they mentioned you. It was no secret to the camp that the two of you were an item with the way that he paraded you around at his side for laughs. You two are together more often than not, which had everyone teasing, “where’s your better half?” every time they see Murphy alone. 

So it was a huge mistake on their part to start talking shit right beside Murphy, who has a history of beating up fellow members of the 100. Murphy’s eyes shift from his current task and move towards the pair that are standing a little bit away from him. The two boys laugh to each other, neither noticing Murphy’s threatening glare as they continue to bad mouth his partner. 

“And them being with Murphy? You’d have to be brain dead to go for that jerk.”

Murphy’s eye twitched, his blood boiling as his anger towards the two rises. Who did these nobodies - these expendable idiots - think they were to be talking about you like that? You who helps out all the time around the camp. You’re out there when a hunting party goes out; you check the spike walls nearly every night, you do whatever Bellamy or Clarke asks of you; you’re the model survivor. So for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why they were talking about you like you were worthless cause he’s pretty sure this place would spiral if it weren’t for you. 

“They’re a whore; I heard they messed around with a couple of guy-”

That was enough for Murphy to justify his actions later when Bellamy would yell at him for what he was about to do to these poor kids. In front of the whole camp, Murphy punches one of them clean across the face, knocking the kid to the ground with little effort. Heads turn and eventually, a crowd forms around them as Murphy fights the two of them. 

You, of course, had caught on to the crowd forming and curiously joined in, trying to get a glimpse of what was going on. Bellamy could be heard shouting from the dropship for them to break it up. You weren’t shocked to see that it was Murphy who was fighting in the circle. What had shocked you was how well he held up against the two of them and ended up with the two of them on the floor. By the time Bellamy was at the front of the crowd, Murphy had one of them by the collar of their shirt and was laying into them. 

“You talk about them ever again!” He shouts at the kid, punishing him again despite Bellamy’s yelling for him to stop. “I’m gonna beat you to death next time you hear me?” The kids nod and Murphy pushed the one he’s holding back on the ground before standing up. The crowd starts to disperse and Bellamy basically drags him away instantly before he got to see your reaction. 

The next time you see Murphy he’s tending to the little wounds he sustained in the fight. Little words are exchanged when you take the cloth from him and clean his wounds. “What happened?” You ask him, eyes not leaving the cuts on his knuckles. 

Murphy doesn’t look up either, huffing out a breath. “They were talking shit.” Is all he says and you glance up at him, reaching up to brush back his hair from his face. 

There’s a cut on his cheek which makes you tilt his head up to clean it. “So you beat them up?” He just hums and you smile, leaning down and pecking his lips. “You kicked ass from what I saw.”

Murphy smirks, living for the ego boost that was just handed to him. “Damn right I kicked their asses.” He reaches out, wrapping his arms around your waist as you stand in front of him, pulling you closer to him as he kisses you again. “Talk smack, get smacked.”

“That your catchphrase now?” 

“Shut up.”

[inmyownlaine]

John Murphy x Reader: With Me

GIF//

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1039

Part: 2/2

Might want to read: Please Stay Part 1/2

Summary: Murphy has miraculously recovered from his bullet wound. He doesn’t remember much about the attack, but he does remember something much more important.  ──────────────────────────────────────────────────

It was lunchtime when you heard the news. Jackson ran to your room just as you were getting ready to leave. You ran upon hearing the words, leaving Jackson in the dust. The doors flung open as you bolted in the medical bay, startling Abby.

She gave a soft smile as you hastened your way to the back. It was where all the recovering patients were meant to go. Murphy was the only one.

And there he was. Slightly upright in a tilted bed. Breathing deeply through the tube in his nostrils. New IVs placed in his arms. Shirtless except for the bandage covering his gaping wound.

You gathered yourself quickly before entering the room. A sting of tears hitting your eyes as you approached him cautiously. Murphy’s eyes flicked in your direction. Even in his fragile state he heard every single movement.

“Hey,” he greeted weakly, lifting up two fingers in an attempt to wave. His eyes were barely open but they brightened at the sight of you. 

“Hi,” you replied breathlessly. Tears fell down your face as you sat on the gurney beside him. You had waited so long for him to wake up. To be able to say anything to you. Now that he could, you were at a loss for words. Not for lack of conversation, but in awe at how incredible he was.

You had visited Murphy every day since the incident. You ate breakfast right beside him. Told him stories in the afternoon. Accidentally fell asleep while rubbing his forehead. But the last time you saw his blue eyes was when they were rolling in the back of his head. Bloodshot and strained.

You couldn’t believe he pulled through. 

“I’ve been out for a while.”

“A couple weeks,” you told him.

“So they say,” he responded, the sign of a smirk threatening to appear.

Looking over him yet again caused another wave of sadness. You could remember a time when Murphy was sturdy and unmoving. Taking on the world by storm and barrelling through anyone in his way. All you could think of now was how feeble and helpless he appeared. And it was because of you.

“Oh, Murphy,” you cried, burying your face in the palms of your hands.

“I’m okay,” he insisted.

“You’re not. And I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” he asked. “If Abby would let me out of his damn bed I’d be doing cartwheels right now. I feel great.”

You laughed in spite of the shame. A nice, deep hole to burrow in sounded perfect right about now. But you couldn’t leave Murphy like this. And despite your failed attempt to keep him alive, you knew he didn’t care. He was just happy that you were here.

“Come here,” he told you, motioning lightly to his bed. You crawled in beside him, ducking under the many contraptions hooked to his body. Moving carefully and thoughtfully so as not to hurt him. Your head finally found its resting place on his shoulder.

You would never tell Murphy, but this wasn’t the first time. There had been many sleepless nights that you laid beside him. Apologizing and sobbing and blubbering until the sun rose in the east. Leaving his sheets covered in pure sorrow.

None of those nights felt good. Not even comforting, like they were intended to. They just got you by. It was nothing to how you felt right now. A wave of relief crashing over you like the morning tide. You could breathe. Murphy was going to survive.

Murphy’s pale lips pressed against your head. His hand painting circles on your upper arm. “I don’t remember what happened.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you said gently.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But there is one thing…”

You hoped he couldn’t recall being shot. Gasping for air. Being carried into the infirmary. All the pain he experienced, you wished for it to be washed from his mind.

“You told me you loved me. Right before I left,” he whispered.

You nodded your head against his skin. “I did. And you said it back.”

“If that’s the only thing I can remember,” Murphy sighed, wrapping his other arm around you. “I’m okay with it.”

There was so much more to be said. Lots of time to make up. But Abby walked into the room with Jackson in tow. He carted in bandages, medicines, and syringes. You cringed at the sight of them.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time to give him his medicine,” Abby said.

“I think I’m fine,” Murphy told her, catching sight of an especially large needle. You chuckled as you pushed off the bed, hopping onto the floor.

“Not quite,” Abby replied. She started to put on her gloves while Jackson prepped the surgical tray. Upon sight of the vials, you realized they were putting him to sleep. You assumed he needed his wound cleaned out and his lungs scanned. Not to mention the other various injuries he sustained that needed to be tended to.

You watched as they placed a mask over his nose and mouth. It clouded on contact with Murphy’s breath. And though you knew he was in capable hands, an unreasonable fear creeped over you. One that convinced you he might not wake up again.

“Bye, Murphy,” you muttered, blowing him a kiss. Mouth quivering as you tried to fill your head with positive thoughts. But really the only thing you wanted was to be here with him.

 “I love you,” you proclaimed for the second time in your life. As you felt it roll off your tongue, it felt heavier than it did the first time. Loaded. Almost like it meant even more. 

Murphy reached out for you. His hand brushed against yours. Trying hard to grasp onto your fingers.

His eyelids fluttered, fighting the urge to go under. He opened his mouth slowly, just getting out a few words before he left you once again.

“You saved me,” he spoke softly.

“Abby did,” you admitted, a light blush appearing on your cheeks.

“I promise. It was you.” He swallowed heavily, letting his head drop to the side. Murphy let out a loud exhale before falling once more into a deep sleep.