I decided to try my hand at a reader insert fan fic. A friend and I both did a Murphy McNully x Reader Soulmate AU fic. Here’s my attempt. ____________________________________________________…
My friend @moirasterling and I decided to try each writing a piece using the same character and the same concept. She very graciously allowed the character to be Murphy McNully because she knows I am weak.
This is her first reader insert and she’s posted it over on her Wordpress. Go show her some love!!
Author’s Note: My friend @moirasterling and I decided to each write a story about the same character with the same basic premise and see how we diverged. She very graciously allowed the character to be Murphy because she knows I am weak. You can find her story here.
Word Count: 1,239
Pairing: Murphy McNully x reader
Warnings: No pronouns were used in the writing of this reader! Slight jealous!Murphy. Fluff. Statistics. Soulmate!AU.
Summary: McNully discovers your soulmate mark and it isn’t what he expected.
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“I dunno, Murphy,” you said, standing your broom up against the side of your cubby. “It’s going to be a hard match, no matter what approach we take.”
“Well of course it’s going to be tough, there’s only a 51.3% chance that we’re going to win,” he said, turning his palms up. “What matters is what we do with that 1.3% advantage, and I think that the best way to leverage it will be with the Thimblerig Shuffle. Now I know it didn’t go off so well last time, but I’m willing to chalk that up to nerves.”
You laughed.
“I certainly was nervous, it was the first time your move has ever been used in a game!” you said, turning and giving McNully a bright smile. “I didn’t want to mess it up for you and, well…”
McNully felt his heart squeeze a little at the sheepish look you gave him now. It was true, in 99.8% of your friendlies and practices, the move went off without a hitch, and it was also true that in actual game time his brainchild had a 100% failure rate… but combined that was still a pretty good chance that it might work out if they tried it again.
“Never mind that,” McNully pressed on, trying to keep his tone level even though you had begun undoing the strings on your padding. “The point is, I have complete faith in you to do it right in the next match.”
“That’s a lot to live up to, Murphy,” you said, pulling your chest pad over your head.
“When are you finally going to start calling me McNully? I’ve forgiven you and everything!” he insisted.
You shook your head and put your arm pads in the cubby with everything else.
“Fine, McNully.”
“That’s more like it!”
“I um… I need to keep changing, I need to go meet Bill in the library.”
McNully forced a smile. Though as much as he liked Bill, he was getting awfully tired of hearing about him. You’d never said as much, but he was pretty sure the two of you were soulmates. You were perfectly in sync on this whole curse-breaking, vault-hunting business and McNully would swear that it was in the top 5% of obvious matchups he’d ever seen.
Even so, his heart hurt every time he stopped to think about how it would never work between the two of you. You were incredible; skilled at everything you put your mind to, courageous to a fault, and so, so kind. And here he was, loud and present and rather single-minded, if he admitted it to himself, and although he wanted to be with you, he knew he couldn’t be. All the soulmate couples he had ever met were evenly matched and clicked well with each other. Your compatibility score was somewhere in the range of 13.6 by McNully’s approximation, if he was being generous, and that was nothing compared to the near 95% match he’d put you at with Bill Weasley.
“Well I don’t want to keep you from that.” Was his tone chipper enough? “I suppose I’ll see you at practice tomorrow, then.”
“Can’t wait. See you then!” you answered with a small wave and went to remove your shirt.
McNully tried to avert his eyes but not before he caught sight of a shape on the side of your ribs. A golden snitch, the wings half unfurled as it prepared to take flight. Exactly the same as his.
“Mur- McNully?”
He looked up at the sound of your voice. You watched him uneasily. There was no room to pretend he wasn’t staring.
“I, um.” He coughed. “I just saw your soulmate mark.”
“Oh,” you said, lifting a hand to cover it. He wanted to tear your hand away and run his own fingers over it. He already knew every twist and swirl… “Yeah, kind of an inconvenient place.” You laughed nervously.
“Not the easiest to just show people,” he mused.
“Pretty good odds I’d just scare someone away casually lifting my shirt in the middle of a conversation,” you added with an awkward smile.
“Pretty good odds,” he echoed. His eyes skimmed back down to your hand and he lifted his own to his collar and started popping buttons with one hand and loosening his tie with the other.
“Um… McNully…” you hesitated.
He popped the third one down and yanked his collar to the side, exposing the hollow of his collarbone where it met his shoulder.
Your eyes widened and you dropped your hand, letting the shirt fall to cover the mark once again.
“It’s… it’s the same one, right? It’s not just me hallucinating? Because really the odds that I’m hallucinating, or making things up is actually really high because I really, really fancy you and… and…”
Your fingers skimmed the mark on his skin and the feather-light touch like the wing of a snitch itself nearly made him faint.
“It’s the same one,” you whispered.
McNully gulped.
“Are you upset?” he asked.
Your eyes finally lifted to his.
“What? Why would I be upset?”
“Well because I’m not Bill-”
You burst out laughing and McNully had to crack a smile. You pressed your hand down on his collarbone and looked him dead in the eye.
“I know you’re not Bill,” you said. “You’re Murphy McNully, and that’s all you need to be.”
“So… so you’re not upset?”
“No!”
You took your hand off his skin and he suddenly felt very cold. Lifting your shirt again, you took the whole thing off, leaving you fairly exposed such that Murphy felt a powerful blush overtake him.
“Do you really think a mark like this would match Bill of all people?” you questioned, turning to show him the mark again.
“Can I?” he asked, reaching out gingerly.
You nodded and he placed his fingers on your skin. The warmth radiating off of you made his heart hurt in all the right ways and he wanted to snake his hand around your waist right then, but he also wanted to trace every line of the snitch on your ribs to make sure that each line was identical to his so that there would be no room for error when he finally said it.
“We’re soulmates,” you breathed.
He looked up at your heavy-lidded eyes that flicked from where his fingers touched you to his face. He grinned.
“The chances of this are infinitesimal,” he said.
“And yet here we are,” you replied.
McNully swallowed hard as he realized that he might finally be able to do everything he’d wanted to with you. Ultimately, he figured, why wait?
“Can I hold you?” he asked.
You raised your eyebrows but nodded.
He took your hand and spun you gently before tugging you down into his lap. He wrapped one arm around your middle and the other around your shoulders. Letting his nose wander into your hair, he revelled in the sound of you giggling softly in his ear. Your hand wound itself into his hair.
“I’m so glad it’s you,” he murmured after a few moments.
“Me too,” you admitted, hiding your face in his neck.
He smiled into the side of your head and carefully pressed his lips above your ear.
“What about meeting Bill?” he asked as he let his fingers trail down your spine and back up again.
