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i do what i have to do, part one. bellamy blake x reader

summary 📣: in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point at

warning/s 🚫: swearing, gif not mine

slater’s note 🗯: idk if i wanna do a part two but probably will

“pike!”

nothing could bring you down from the high cloud of anger that filled your mind like a fog machine. the saturation and tension building up higher and higher, making your head want to explode as you marched closer and closer to the man you were about to kill.

“miss y/l/n,” a small smile filled his lips, a friendly one for an old friend, not catching onto your very angry tone, “to what do i owe the pleasure?”

it took you by surprise that he recognized you, let alone knew your name and voice. it had been so long and you were sure that the only thing he would’ve remembered of you was the simple delinquent that tried to pull him off of john murphy, something that seem like a distant memory from a past life.

“i’m not sure this will be a pleasure for you charles,” you drew back your arm once you stood less than a foot away from him, sending your fist for the center of his face.

just as fast as you pulled away from the punch, you tugged out your gun, aiming the barrel of the tool to his face, inches away from his nose. it made him twitch and raise his arms slowly in caution.

“tell me why you killed three hundred innocent people sent to protect us for no goddamn reason?”

“now, miss y/l/n,” his voice began to layer out in nervousness, low and almost shaken as he stared hard into your eyes, “don’t take me as a fool but those people were far from innocent and not sent to protect us.”

he added a little laugh to the end of his sentence, like it was common sense that indra’s army was more of a threat rather than a help, like you were a fool for believing the better of people.

“we can protect ourselves.”

“bullshit,” you say it fast and loud making him flinch before sighing in realization that it was only your voice and not the gun. sound was becoming numb and blending together the more he stood there in a weak point. “the only reason you’re alive right now is because i didn’t shoot you the first sight i had of you in the woods.”

“that’s different.”

“is it really?” you tilted your head slightly, questioning his logic with shooting before questioning.

the first time you you had really seen pike on earth, you hid in the trees, watching him and his crew stomp through the woods, looking for the rest of arkadia, gun aimed straight for his head.

if it weren’t for kane, he would’ve been dead in the forest floor, ridding you from the situation you were in right at that moment.

it’s silent as you stared at him roughly, eyelids scrunched and only revealing so much of your angry pupils, “the last time i checked you said use your resources, not kill them.”

your referral to the class he had taught just before you were sent down to the ground made him hesitate, his eyes finding the ground as he tried to think of a way to back himself out of the deep corner he was already in.

“it was not your decision to kill those people,” you sucked in a breath, “you had no fucking right-“

“y/n?”

you almost swore aloud as you heard his voice and then saw his sweat gleaming face full of confusion. you knew you’d run into him, but you prayed he wouldn’t butt into your chaotic arrival so you wouldn’t have to shoot him too.

“bellamy, go away.”

“y/n, don’t shoot, you don’t understand-“

“bellamy, don’t think i won’t pull a gun on you too,” you glanced at him, hesitating to look away from your target who was slowly lowering his hands.

he thought bellamy was going to save him and it made you uneasy as to why pike thought that. it was becoming very obvious that the man knew something between the two of you with the way nervousness was beginning to escape his exterior.

“y/n, think for a moment,” bellamy rose his arms while slowly moving towards you causing you to act out of impulsion, raising another gun quickly, pointing it in his face just as pike.

“y/l/n, you don’t understand. we had to do it, they would’ve killed us if we hadn’t killed them first, it wasn’t a risk i was willing to take.”

“no, you killed them because you were scared, pike,” you watch his arms slowly go back up, falling right back into a place of vulnerability. “and because you were scared, you put a target on our back, you killed every single one of us.”

“y/n, just listen.”

“bellamy, shut up,” your head knocked toward his direction, a warning look feening on your face, begging him to keep his mouth shut because you were so close to the edge of pulling one of the two triggers in your hands, “shut up.”

“you’re making a fool of yourself, miss y/l/n,” pike’s voice rose an octave, deepening as if to intimidate you, but you were still the one with the gun, “put the weapons down and we won’t be forced to shoot you.”

“go ahead. you shoot me, guess where the bullet of my gun goes? your head.”

“y/n, please, put the gun down”

“listen to bellamy, y/n,” his voice drops again, this time into a more soothing tone, “bellamy’s always been one to trust, right? so why question his ways now?”

you narrowed your brows slightly, curving your head to give him the strangest look, like you were baffled as to why he would say something like that.

he caught on to your questioning look, his facial features easing as if telling you to hear him out, but you didn’t want to do anything along the lines of doing so.

“look at how many times bellamy has saved you, kept you safe... you’ve never questioned him and his ways before so why do it now? he’s trying to keep you safe.”

“i’ve never questioned bellamy before because he was never under the influence of a egotistical asshole who thinks violence is the answer to everything,” it was a little biased as bellamy was the exact same way but at least he had a little heart to him.

when you first met bellamy, it took everything in you not to strangle him and every decision he made, but as time continued on and he got used to his environment and role, he became tolerable and no longer made decisions that only benefited him, but more or so what was good for his people. you found a good friend.

but now, you hated how he seemed to be backtracking to the slick back asshole dressed in a guards uniform with a stupid smirk and taunting remarks.

“y/n, you trust me?”

“not anymore,” you eyed bellamy from the side, seeing his heart dropping through the core of his eyes. hurt. “how could you do this?”

“i had to.”

“no, you didn’t,” you shook your head, voice filling with hurt as well.

“think back to mount weather, y/n. think about how everything bellamy did, was for you.”

you frowned, your eyes going back to pike, “bellamy didn’t give a shit about me-“

you felt a sudden pressure on your chest as your arm was swung up in the air, the gun firing as your finger pressured onto both triggers.

you hit the ground and realization came upon you once you realized bellamy laid on top of you, one of his arms wrapped around your waist while the other gripped your one arm tightly, the one that was pointed at him.

you lifted your head off the ground slightly, not hearing anything but silence, wondering what had happened.

and to your wish, you shot the man of violence.

...but in the shoulder, and he laid on the ground with people beginning to swarm him. it was then did the silence become loud and noise slowly begun to fill your ears like water.

you felt winded. the pressure of bellamy hadn’t helped either for his whole body weight was pressed against your chest and stomach.

you groaned, hands reaching up to press against his chest but all you could do was squirm from underneath his weight before he grabbed onto both your arms, pinning them above your head.

you let go of the gun you shot pike with, allowing it to fall to the ground, finally falling to the pressure of his intense influence on your body.

“do anything and i’ll kill you.”

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the 100 [ john murphy x reader ]

type: ig angst but it’s not well written enough to ‘hit’

tropes: jealousy, roommates, unspoken but accepted love, best friends to lovers

warnings: violence ( knife fight ), mentions of murder

in which wells jaha is getting help by the only person willing to be around him, who just so happens to john murphy’s unofficial girlfriend, who then has to deal with his idiotic jealousy.

a/n: hii, i’m back! this is based on a request i really really liked but i’m not happy with what i actually wrote so i hope it’s okay to read. i kinda ignored how much of a psychopath murphy was in the first season cause i really couldn’t have justified his actions otherwise and the whole jealousy part wouldn’t have been entertaining AT ALL. so yea, i was struggling a bit ( whilst also blatantly ignoring the timeline, ignore anything that doesn’t match the canon timeline of s1 pls ), but at least i tried right🫣 no pronouns

w.c.: 2040

yours and murphy's relationship was a rather unclear, but at the same time simple one. you weren't officially dating, but during your time on the ark, when you were locked up in your shared cell, where you also met, you definitely did some inappropriate stuff; stuff that friends don't do.

your cell was also the place where the two of you bonded, becoming really really close rather quickly. although he was a very aggressive and irritating person to be around at first, you got used to it and soon he became your favourite person to be around.

now, after months of being roommates and part time lovers, you were finally on the ground, something you'd dreamed of since you first learned about it and therefore were keen on securing your survival. murphy on the other hand, got so bad that even you couldn't deny the fact he was a total asshole and if you didn't know he would never hurt you, you'd be way too scared to share a tent with him, especially alone.

you didn't actively distance yourself but after watching him bully wells, the chancellor's son, countless times for his father's actions, you kind of naturally looked for ways to make some new friends. and as if the universe hated john murphy, you seemed to work really well with wells.

everytime murphy saw you talk or walk around with wells, which honestly happened quite a lot, it fueled his hatred against home even more and made him want to stay away from you too.

you didn't mind not being associated with the provocative behaviour of john murphy and the way he tyrannized the other delinquents, however, it was a very different story when it came to going to bed and waiting for him until you physically couldn't keep your eyes open any longer, leading to you and him barely ever meeting and getting a chance to talk, despite sharing a tent.

yes, murphy was an asshole, that was totally not up for debate, BUT he was also the cell mate you had for the past few months; one who you loved deeply.

you were sitting by the dropship, wells next to you, watching your hands closely.

"see, it's really important that you wrap everything tightly, like super tight, since you don't want your arrow to fall apart in the air, alright?", you explained and made sure he understood. you were teaching him how to make an arrow from scratch and although you weren't an earth skills expert, you definitely knew more than wells, who didn't get the chance to attend earth skills class back on the ark. and you could probably count the people who at least tolerated wells on one hand, you included.

"okay and, sorry", he paused, scrunching his nose and forehead as he stared at the arrow-to-be in front of him, "how do i make sure the tip is sharp and everything? i just don't get it, sorry. i don't wanna waste your time y/n.”

you smiled, appreciating his consideration, but clearly declining his indirect offer for you to do something else. there wasn't anything else for you to do and he also wasn't wasting your time, he was just learning and you really liked teaching him; it helped you understand better as well.

"wells, c'mon. i'm choosing to be here, you didn't force me and i don't think it would be okay to produce less arrows, that literally get us food, just cause i'm bored of you", you said, smiling at him, "not.. not that i am bored of you, but you know what i mean!"

he grinned before nodding. honestly, there wasn't anything wrong with wells at all and you truly didn't understand how your fellow delinquents could treat him they way they did. especially murphy.

speaking of the devil, murphy was brutally staring at you and oh boy was he jealous.

he didn’t want to approach you, as he was lowkey trying to avoid starting anything right in front of you, let alone with you. he wasn’t blind and therefore noticed how much more distant you and him were ever since arriving on earth so he was trying to avoid any additional conflicts between you.

when you looked up, your eyes meeting his for a quick moment, leading to you sending a small smile his way, he almost forgot about all his anger and jealousy towards wells. that was until you looked back at the boy in front of you and started smiling hard at the almost perfect arrow he had just put together.

murphy was gonna make wells pay, hard. he just had to catch him away from you, something that was way harder to arrange than he’d like it to be.

“don’t you see you can’t control this?!”, wells voice echoed through the woods as you nervously made your way back. you were wandering around outside of camp, always keeping close to the dropship as you knew you could get los easily. the initial reason you decided to turn around was the cheering delinquents and something inside of you just had you thinking that murphy must have had something to do with it.

“wait”, you heard bellamy yell, making the noise die down for a moment. it calmed your nerves as you were standing at the back of the group, trying to be as tall as possible to see what was going on. “fair fight”, bellamy said before you could hear something metallic fall to the ground.

anxiety increasing again, you tried to push yourself through the delinquents that were proudly chanting for murder meanwhile you had to pray for a miracle; one that ensured that murphy wasn’t part of this.

“this is for my father”, you could make out murphy’s voice fairly quickly right as you were able to watch him attack wells with a knife. a gasp escaped your throat when wells defended himself with ease, pushing murphy to the ground and holding a knife to his throat.

“stop it! are you insane?!”, your feet were moving before you could think about your actions, bringing you right where wells and murphy were standing.

wells dropped his hand. murphy looked at you with fear and regret. he didn’t regret attacking wells, but he didn’t want you to see him like this. however, one had to admit that he hadn’t been trying very hard.

“y/n..”

“no, shut up john. i am so beyond done with your shit. yours too!”, you pointed a finger at bellamy who just rolled his eyes at your tone.

“if this is who you want to be, fine. go ahead and be a dickhead, john. you disgust me”, you mumbled angry words right into his face before storming off.

despite it being really challenging, you decided to ignore murphy for now. you couldn’t believe that he would do something as reckless as getting into a knife fight with wells! of course wells wasn’t innocent either, but it was clear who the aggressor must have been, even without having been there the entire time.

it was kind of embarrassing that you couldn’t even deny the high possible of john murphy, the boy you had lowkey caught feelings for, murdering an innocent boy for fun.

truly messed up, making murphy more and more deserving of the silent treatment you were giving him. at first he had stayed away from you until you didn’t even come to the tent at night, secretly having had asked a girl named harper to stay in hers.

so when you kept ignoring murphy the day after the incident, it angered him so much that he immediately stormed into your tent when he watched you enter it from afar.

“what the fuck y/n”, he said, his voice laced with irritation as he stared at you. his blue eyes piercing yours.

despite being intimidated, you stayed stubborn and didn’t give him any attention. he hadn’t deserved it yet.

“oh i see, you’re ignoring me? are you being serious? for what, scaring the chancellor’s son a bit? you know damn well i wouldn’t have done anything”, he said, rolling his eyes and waited for a reaction. this time you looked at him critically before ignoring him again.

“wait, you do know that, right?”, murphy’s voice softened a bit. he moved so that he could observe not only your body language, but also your eyes. this made you lower your gaze.

soon after, you felt two hands touching your skin. they were cold but the touch was warm, hot even. murphy moved your face so that you were looking at him and he immediately noticed your worried expression. he instantly understood that you actually didn’t know that he wasn’t a cold hearted killer.

“y/n, i wouldn’t have killed him, i swear. yes, i harmed him and i did that on purpose, i’ll be fully honest here, but i was just angry at him”, he explained himself calmly now.

you removed his hands from your face before getting up from the bed you had previously sat on. “what do you mean angry, john? what did wells do to you? you’ve been treating him like absolute shit, are you kidding me, i don’t get it”, you said. you wanted to yell at him but you also tried to hold onto the tiniest bit of privacy you had behind the ‘walls’ of your tent.

murphy slightly rolled his eyes and shook his head, then sat down on the bed and took off his shoes.

he is trying to escape the conversation!

it annoyed you that he had the audacity to ignore your question after everything he had done up until this point.

“what is WRONG with you, john. talk to me already!”, this time, he basically had you begging. again, unbelievable.

he tried to let as much time pass as possible before linking his hands, putting his arms behind his head and looking up. he sighed and licked his lips, trying to find the right words. “i was.. kinda jealous.”

you couldn’t help but stare at him and ultimately break out in laughter. this was absolutely pathetic.

“you were gonna kill someone out of jealousy? are you INSANE MURPHY?!”, you didn’t even try to keep your voice down, he deserved this.

“y/n, i know that it was wrong alright. but i already told you that i wouldn’t have killed him”, murphy was annoyed and you could clearly hear it in his voice. he however, could clearly see that you weren’t just going to let him disrespect you like that. he sighed again.

“do you want me to apologize?”, he asked quietly, his voice barely louder than a whisper. murphy moved his head so that he could look at you and when a slight grin appeared on your face, he let himself fall back into the sleeping bag.

of course you’d want him to apologize.

“yea, to wells”, you said, ruining his mood entirely.

“WHAT?! you gotta be insane. do you know how embarass”, your expression made him halt in the middle of the sentence, the stubbornness you radiated even caused him to groan. “okay.” you truly had him wrapped around your finger.

“good, john”, you said and walked over to him. “y’know what, this is an amazing sign for you to be better in general because from what i’ve noticed, you’ve been pure hell for most people in this camp”, you admitted, knowing he wouldn’t be mad at you for your honesty.

this, once again, caused murphy to roll his eyes at you. he shook his head slightly, not wanting to talk about his own behaviour anymore, he held one arm out to you, inviting you into the bed with him.

you hesitated for a short second, but quickly got down next to him.

“ugh come here”, murphy said and pulled you into his side.

sharing a bed or cuddling wasn’t a new thing to you two, but it made your heart jump, in a very very good way, everytime it happened.

you repositioned your head until you found a position comfortable enough to stay in and took a long breathe in.

after a moment of silence you began giggling.

“so, jealous huh?”

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𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟸𝟾

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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲

John Murphy-Please

Warnings: Blood, Bullet wound, Y/N instead of Raven(2x01-The 48), Mostly inspired by the original script, All Rights to The 100cw.

Words: 1,4k

[Flashback]

“Come on, get in here.” Raven whispered to me. We were under the dropship, trying to save Bellamy from Murphy. Jasper was resting, so the second engineer had to come in. And that would be me.

“Okay, so those wires should open the door, but with the wires from the solar panels, they’re gonna be hot.” I breathed to her; she gave me her I’m not stupid look. “Sorry.”

We started working on the wires, until one of the wires burned my hand. I yelped and looked at Raven. She quickly got out to talk to Clarke. I heard Murphy shout and pull the trigger. I screamed as I felt a bullet hit me in my hip. Even though the pain was terrible, I finally finished pulling out the wires, making the dropship door open.

I walked out, applying pressure on my wound.

“Y/N!” I heard Finn say, before I fell unconscious.

[Present time]

I heard a sound coming from outside the door. I was bleeding out from the inside, but I guess I could still pull a trigger. A grounder walked through the ship, probably looking for parts. Without wasting a second, I pulled the trigger on the grounder. Another sound popped up, still coming from the same direction. I kept the gun close to my face, until a familiar face came through the door.

“W- whoa! It's okay. It's okay, Y/N, don't. Don't shoot. Please.” Murphy raised his hands in defense. I still held the gun in my hands.

“Why not? You shot me.” Even though we were friends on the Ark, a lot has changed since we got on the ground. He tried to kill Bellamy, one of the only family figures that I had. I pulled the trigger, but I didn’t have any ammo.

“Yeah, I would’ve shot me too.” He said, sitting down by a wall.

“What are you doing here, Murphy?” I asked him, feeling the pain run though my veins.

“Dying. Same as you.”

“Speak for yourself. How many more are out there?”

“None. You fried them all. The only reason this one survived is because they left him behind to guard me.”

All of a sudden, I couldn’t breathe. Blood raised higher into my throat, making me cough.

“Y/N. Lie on your side. Lie on your side. Come on.” I tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge. “Fine, then just roll over yourself. Get down on your side. You’re okay. It’s all good.” He wiped the blood from my mouth and rubbed my arm softly.

“Why are you helping me?” I asked him, tears floating over my eyes.

“I don’t wanna die alone.”

“You know, if you hadn’t become such a dick, you could’ve earned me back.” I told him, as he fixed his leg. I was the former doctor with Clarke, but I could tell from where I laid that he wouldn’t die from his injury.

“I’m sorry for shooting you, but I’m not sorry for trying to get justice on my behalf.”

“You knew that if you killed Bellamy, you would never get me back. You tried to get revenge, because I pushed you away when I was hurting. Instead, you’re killing me.”

"That’s not true. Bellamy got this on himself. If I had wanted you dead, you’d already be dead right now. He deserved it. They all did.” He spat at me, hurt showed in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, that they strung you up; I tried to convince them that it wasn’t you. Murphy, we’ve known each other for years, and even though you acted all though, I knew that there was still a real human heart underneath. I cut the rope that was strangling you. I knew that the John Murphy, that I grew up with, was still inside the man I looked on the ground.”

He was speechless.

“I loved you, John. I fought for you, and you didn’t notice. Not for a second.”

After what seemed an eternity, I felt dizzy.

“Y/N?” My head hit the ground. “Y/N!”

[Murphy’s POV]

I ran to her side, pulled her head onto my lap, and looked at her with regret.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Please don’t die, I love you. Just wake up. Please. I don’t want you to die, come on!” I cried, holding her.

“What happened to her!” Abby appeared in the ship.

“I shot her. I didn’t mean to, I swear. She’s dying.” I told Abby; my sore eyes dropped with tears.

“It’s okay, we’ll help her.” The guards took her from my arms, placed her into a stretcher.

Abby asked me what happened and Bellamy came into my sight.

“Bellamy. You're- you're alive.” I walked to him before he tackled me to the ground.

“You murdering son of a bitch!” He punched me a couple of times.

“Bellamy, get off of him!” I heard Y/N say.

She’s still alive.

[Time Skip]

[Y/N’s POV]

I got back to Camp Jaha, injured and barely hanging on. They got me into medical, and I saw John going somewhere, with Bellamy. I mumbled the same thing in my periods of consciousness.

John.

Abby woke me up, and she was there with her apprentice, Jackson.

“Hi sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

“Awesome.”

“She’s lying.” Finn walked through the medical door.

“Abby, I know that face, just spit it out.” Abby was standing there, worry in her face.

“The bullet is still shifting, that’s why you’re in pain. I was hoping it would stabilize by now.”

“So, can you take it out?” I asked her, feeling the weakness running through my body.

“Y/N, we need to talk about that. The bullet is pressing on your spine. If we leave it in, you'll live, but you'll never walk again.”

“And take it out?” I responded with worry coming in my heart.

“The surgery could kill you. We have no equipment; we have no anesthesia.”

“But will I walk again?” A tear escaped my eye.

“Maybe, but you'd be awake the whole time. You’d feel everything.”

“Okay, sign me up.” Finn was staring at me; he was like a brother to me.

“Y/N, you could die.” Finn walked closer to us.

“Finn, in space, I wouldn’t need my legs. Down here, I do.” I looked at Abby.

“Take it out”

[Time skip]

“We’re almost ready.” Abby whispered in my ear.

Finn was sitting by me, taking my hand in his.

“Do you want me to stay?” I shook my head; I didn’t want him to see me this way.

He sat up. Abby told him to stay close, in case I would need anything. They clipped the belt over my waist and I felt the scalpel draw closer into my skin.

“Stop!” A few tears escaped my eyes. “I need John. I need him.”

“John Murphy? He shot you, Y/N.” Jackson lowered himself to face me.

“I don’t care, please. I need John. I can’t do this without him.” He nodded, looked at Abby, telling him to come and get him.

A few minutes had passed and they both walked into the doorway.

[John’s POV]

Jackson told me that she had asked for me, just before going into surgery.

“John?” Y/N asked with the shakiest voice that I’ve ever heard her talk.

“Hey” I walked to her, sat, and took her hand. “What are they doing to you?”

“We’re taking the bullet out. Murphy, we need to start.” Abby responded, instead of her.

“Y/N, I shot you, why do you even want me here?” Squeezing her hand, tighter.

“I forgive you, John. I understand now. I get how you felt, being strung up for nothing. I just need you here. I love you.” She told me, barely hanging on to reality.

“I love you, too. You need to hang on for me.” I stroked her hair with my other hand. “Okay? I can’t lose you.” She nodded and I nodded back at Abby. “She’s ready.”

Abby started the surgery. She started screaming, sobbing, and squeezing my hand tightly. I stroked her hair and helped her breathe with me. I remembered how she helped me breathe after Bellamy hung me. Watching her in pain, seeing how she felt right now, only remembered me of how I felt in the grounder’s prison camp.

I fought through it, thinking of her; having the idea of seeing her again, made me survive.

She has to make it.

I swear to God, I can’t lose her.

Not again.

John Murphy - Purple Sky

Warning: Pure fluff? Again, mostly inspired by the original script (6x01-Sanctum)

Words: 1.0k

“Looks like we found the water source.” Bellamy huffed out from behind. “Woah. Now, that's a view.” The suns, yes suns, we glowing up the sky with beautiful light.

The sky was filled with purple looking clouds, bright pink reflects in the water. It didn’t look like our previous planet; we could see the planet we were orbiting around from above. Everything was so beautiful; peaceful. “We camp here.”

“It looks like the suns are eclipsing.” Clarke remarked. We tilted our heads up, seeing the two bright lights uniting together.

“Murphy. Murphy, wait. We haven't tested it.” Jackson warned. I snapped my head as I heard John walking forward to the sea. He took off his gun from his shoulder, his sling along with it. I took a step forward, feeling a bolt of pain from watching him.

He said “yeah” a couple of times, completely ignoring Jackson.

“Your wounds haven't healed yet.” He took off his shirt, leaving it on the shore, before walking right into the water. He dipped right through the surface. After a few seconds, I had hoped he would come back to the surface; but he didn’t.

Oh god.

“John?” I raised my voice, stepping closer to the water.

Clarke felt the sudden urge of panic running through my veins. “Something’s wrong.” She called out to the others, still looking at the surface. Echo, Bellamy, Miller, Shaw, Jackson and Emori were all thinking in silence. I didn’t realize I had stopped breathing until John popped through the surface. I sigh came out of my mouth.

“Come on in. The water's fine.” He laughed, passing his hands in his damp hair. Emori and I let out a laugh, relieving the pressure from our minds.

“Who knew cockroaches could swim?” I happily replied to him. I dropped my heavy bag from my back, walking towards the shoreline.

“What, want me to teach you?” I never actually had learned how to swim; John had time to learn when he was tackled by a giant sea serpent with crazy Jaha.

He walked closer to me, taking my hands in his. “No. John, no.” He pulled me to the water, feeling the sudden cold but refreshing feeling of the water.

“Oh, you’re coming with me.” He grabbed my shoulders, closing the gap between us, getting my clothes wet. I looked up to the laughing boy; shook my head in amusement. Oh, you’re so on.

I pushed him down, landing right into the water. It splashed; damping my clothes all the way to my skin. He got up, shaking his hair into my face. I laughed, blocking my face from his 125 years old crusty hair.

“John! You are unbelievable, big trouble. Big trouble.” He took my waist and we both fell into the shallow water. I wiped the hair that got into my face, and took a deep breath. I was adoring everything.

Watching John enjoy this moment.

Seeing the others laugh to the cockroach’s actions.

Looking at the bright and clear sky.

Being alive, with my long-time lover.

I placed my hands around his shoulders, placing my hand higher in his hair, avoiding his neck.

Ever since he got strung up, I was the only one who could clean the wound but touching it was another thing. Once, I touched his neck, on accident, and he flinched, traumatized by Bellamy’s actions. I respected his boundaries and he respected mine.

He smiled widely, tilting his head back to deepen my hand in his hair. I chuckled loudly, placing my other hand on his cheek, touching his scars and healed cuts. He returned his gaze to look at me; the suns making his eyes lit up even more than usual.

“God. I love you, John.” We wouldn’t say those words in public, but it felt right in the moment. It felt just like him and I.

Us.

Alone.

Happy.

“And I love you even more, Y/N.” I sweetly closed the gap between us, meeting his lips for the first time in a hundred years. His lips tasted the same as I remembered; sweet berries and warmth. He deepened the kiss, tightening his hold on my waist, feeling his bony hands on my damp skin. I really had missed this.

“Isn’t she your sister, Echo?” Shaw questioned from afar.

“Can you blame her? We’ve all been sleeping for 125 years.” She replied, holding on to Bellamy.

“You know we can hear you right?” John responded to them, leaning his head by mine.

“Get over here, we need to set camp.” Clarke answered sharply, turning around.

I looked back to my lover, placing an army hand on my forehead, and waved it forward. He snorted, giving me another passionate kiss before walking back to the shore.

John got his pack, walked forward to the woods. “Forgetting something?” I held up his shirt in my hands. He walked back, almost taking it as I launched it behind my back.

“What are you, twelve?” I laughed, wrapping my arm around his torso. He held on to my waist, giving me a deep kiss, and taking his shirt back from my hand. “Thank you.” He said, almost in a singing voice.

“Come on.” I helped him put his shirt and his sling back up.

“Lead the way, my love.”

We both headed off to the woods, taking chopped wood and twig to create a fire.

The light went out and we both watched it. I was laying in between his legs, my back pressed his chest, he laced his arm with mine and kept his face close to mine.

The most peaceful night in a long time.

John Murphy - Runaway

Warnings: Mention of blood, crazy!Jaha, panic attacks, claustrophobia, injuries, slight mention of depress!on and su!c!cal intentions

Words: 1.7k

“Tell me, which type of crazy isn’t enough for you?” I screamed at the delusional Jaha.

“Your promised land sucks!” John replied to Jaha.

Jaha may not have been the best chancellor on the Ark, but the least he could’ve done is being human. He threw Craig at the beast for bait, and now he expects us to follow his ass into the middle of nowhere? Hell no.

John was laying on the shore, holding his bleeding arm tight against him. I kept my gaze towards the flying thing in the sky. My gaze finally changed back to the poor teen laying by my side. I walked toward him, lowered myself to the ground and placed my hand on his, trying to get him to face me. As I did, he flinched at my touch. He looked at me as if he had never before; his blue eyes shone brighter than ever, his dry and dirty skin, plastered with blood.

I slowly took back his hand and took his arm. I looked into his eyes, making sure I didn’t give him more pain than he already was in. Watching him, being in pain, killed me. I know he; John Murphy wasn’t the kindest person on Earth, but he was still human.

[Flashback]

John Murphy.

We met on the Ark, in class, like normal teenagers would. When we had chemistry class, he would always pass me notes. He would write me a cheesy chemistry related pick-up line like «Are you made of copper and tellurium? Because you're CuTe». It was a habit of him to flirt with girls all the time, but I was never the one to judge him. I was the shy, private girl that you would hang out in the cafeteria, because you’d need my notes for class. John was the first one to see through that shy image.

Once, I had forgotten my homework in study group, and he was kind enough to give it to me. He knocked on my station door while I was practicing my self defense skills, I opened up the door, looking rough and sweaty, he looked at me with his stupid smirk on his face.

“What do you want?” Looking at him, out of breath.

“Someone’s looking hot.” As he gave me his signature smug and charming effect.

“Thanks, Murphy. Can I help you with something?” He looked at me up and down, as I placed two fingers under his chin, tilting it up.

“You forgot your homework in class, so I wanted to give it to you.” He handed it to me, achieving an honest smile from him.

“Thank you, it’s very kind of you.” I responded, returning him his smile.

“I’ll see you then, Y/N.” “Yeah, see ya.” As we finished our conversation, I closed the door behind me, hiding the blush from my cheeks.

I held onto the door for few seconds, smiling widely.

“How is he so cute?” I thought to myself.

His wincing caught me awake.

“Sorry.” I wrapped the piece of cloth tight around his forearm. I offered him my hand, helping him up on his feet.

As he took my hand, I placed his arm around my shoulder, helping him get enough support.

I snapped my head toward John, but he was looking at something else. I carefully looked where his eyes were and found what he might’ve been staring at. A solar panel? Again?

He walked closer to it and I followed, holding him. I bent down and brushed a few leaves from it. It was in fact an intact solar panel. Just like the ones we saw in the dead zone.

We were both confused but realised that crazy Jaha might’ve been right. As Emori told John; “Go North, follow the light”, she might have given us a major clue to this whole trip.

“Do you hear that?” John asked, walking slowly through the woods.

“Hear what?”

He gave me a sign to follow him where he heard the noise. The noise, that I now heard, became clearer; it sounded like music. On the Ark and especially not on the ground, we didn’t have music except for random rhythms tapped on buckets. We saw a metallic door with sounds of the muffled music. John looked at me, the door and tried to force it open.

“John, it’s not gonna work.” I murmured loud enough for him to hear.

To my surprise, the door opened.

“Ye of little faith, smartass.” He dramatically spat at me. My eyes rolled far enough to the back of my head as he walked through the door.

The place was dark, but as I observed, the lights smoothly turned on. We both looked at each other, wondering what the hell was going on. John leaded the way, walking down the dark stairs, that led into an underground bunker. The place was warm and clean. It looked just like I imagined when I was a kid.

John practically ran towards the food and opened packets of dried food. He threw one at me, laughing in relief. I did the same, turned around and saw a remote. I clicked on one of the buttons, that opened a video. The music stopped and a man appeared on the flat screen. John took a seat from behind. There was a man, who talked about an A.L.I.E person. After a few minutes, he shot himself. We both stopped breathing, and heard the door close.

“No, no” John ran up the stairs, banged on the doors a few times. “We’re stuck here.”

He got down, walked right by me, and started taking heavy things to take down the door.

“John, stop. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Stop!” I screamed at him from afar.

After a few minutes, he stopped. I watched him slide down on the wall. As much as he acted tough guy around everyone, I knew he got claustrophobic.

[Flashback]

“I’m not letting you go into Skybox alone, okay?” I almost screamed at him, running away from the fire.

Both of us had reasons to hate Jaha; he had floated both of our parents for trying to save their kids. He deserved to feel the pain that we felt. We had both started a fire, in Jaha’s office, right before our curfew; some guard was somehow still awake and was now following us.

He tried to make me go away, so that he would take the blame, but I couldn’t. He was my friend and I’d be better in a cell; with the only family I have left. We turned and were now stuck into a dead end.

“Raise your hands, both of you.” We turned around and looked at the guard. We both got thrown in a cell.

We were in that cell for about a week, they didn’t open the door, just food and water. A day before the guards came, John had a panic attack. He started shaking, crying, and overthinking. After being locked up for so long, ideas started to pop up in his brain.

“John, you, okay?” I asked as he stood up, pacing nervously. He shook his head and tried to breathe.

“Huh, I really don’t like small spaces.” He responded, taking his head in his arms. I sat up, walking closer to him. I know you shouldn’t touch people when they’re having an attack, so I didn’t.

“Deep breaths, okay? Hey, look at me” He snapped his head. “In, and out. Good, one more. In, and out.” He took deep, but shaky breaths. “Do you want me to take your hand, or something?” I proposed him, softly. He nodded, slid down the wall. I reached down besides him and gently took his hand in mine.

The beginning of something more than a friendship.

“John, come down.” He stood up and walked back down the stairs. “We’re gonna get out of here.”

“And how do you know that, huh? How do you expect us to find a way out in this dead end?” He rolled at me, tears forming in his eyes. His breathing accelerated, taking his head in his hand. He kept mumbling a sentence; In, and out.

I used to help him breathe, on the Ark, whenever he was in shock. He sat besides me, keeping his eyes closed. I walked closer to him, crouching to his level. I slowly reached out for his hands, and took them in mine.

I was the only one who could touch him, and with that, he would be soft.

I looked into his furrowed expression, rubbing my thumb on his hand. “In, and out, John. It’ll be okay, we’re smart. You’re smart, so for now, let’s just be in the moment.” He raised his eyes, seeing the pain that has been bottling up for a while.

“Why do you like me?”

“Who says I like you?” I answered, seeing a glimpse of hope in his eyes.

“Come on, Y/N. I’m not that stupid. I’ve seen the way your cheeks blush whenever I’m near you. How you’re the only one who has ever believed in me, in my entire godamn life. I’ve also seen how the way you look at me; like I’m the most important person in your life.”

“John, after my parents got floated, I had no one. In class, I would study my ass off only to distract me of what was really happening. I was really close to giving up, but one day, you came up to me, and that was the first time that I didn’t want to give up on life. You gave me hope, John. And, you kept talking to me, like you knew I was in a bad state, thank you for that. And, yes. I do really like you, John. For all of the good that is in you.” I softly spoke to him, the words aching in my dry throat.

A tear escaped his eye, with a smile growing on his face. I wiped his tear, and placed my hand on his cheek. He leaned closer and placed a soft, yet passionate kiss on my lips. Even though we were covered in blood, dust, and sand; he still had his signature smell. He smelled like berries and warmth. He made me look at him, tilting his head down to reach mine.

“I’m glad you’re still here, love.” It makes me smile; I’ve never cracked an honest smile since we came down here. He placed a soft kiss on my nose.

“I like you too.”