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John Murphy - Polis

꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ When Titus died you set out in search of a new fleimkepa, only finding Murphy; a misunderstood roach. ﹒ 　 ⊹ 　⤷ cw: porn w plot, smut, angst, cheating, nsfw

The day Titus died was a great tragedy for us all, questions had been shouted every time I passed through Polis, and Azgeda tried taking over my place. The people were scared of what the future may hold.

"Heda, what shall we do?" One of the ambassadors asked me, bowing down.

I thought for a second, "Search village to village for a fleimkepa, do not return to me till you've found one." I demanded, turning my head to the guards standing before the door. They nodded before taking their leave. Whispers were heard throughout the crowd.

"This meeting is done," I spoke loudly, tired of their questions.

Watching as they exited the castle my mind went back to Titus, he was a great flame keeper. He always knew what to do, having served 6 commanders before me. His death was unexpected, having passed in the dead of night, with no wounds. A peaceful death, something he deserved.

The only thing I could do was hope the next flame keeper was a good soul.

The sound of bells ringing and long distant chatter had awoken me, the sun beams hitting my face from the open curtains. A sight I had come to love while living in the tower.

Prying the blankets off my bed I shivered at the cold air, the fire at the end of my room doing nothing.

Placing my feet on the cold ground I rushed to the neatly placed pile of clothes sitting at the end of my bed, my shoulder gear and faded red sash included- it was important I'd wear the shoulder piece. It separated me from everyone else. I had been the second commander to rule over all 13 clans, Lexa being the first. She had united them into one coalition before her passing. Her spirit chose me wisely in the conclave.

Placing the small gear on my forehead I opened the doors to be met with guards.

"Heda, we've been waiting for you. We found a new fleimkepa,"

I had followed them down to the temple below the tower, a place Titus thought was sacred- only allowing specific people down there.

Walking down the steps I had grown nervous to meet this new flame keeper.

I stepped into the room, the only light coming from the torches lit around the room illuminating the drawings on the walls.

A pod stood on the back wall- which my new flame keeper was examining. He only turned around to face me when one of my guards coughed to get his attention.

Looking him up and down I took in his every feature, his middle part that's ever so slightly matted with blood and dirt, the stubble around his mouth, and his tall lean body covered by a dirty long robe. it all complimented him so well.

He looked quite handsome- this was supposed to be my flame keeper?

He hadn't even bowed to me when I entered the room, he stared at me awkwardly- as if he didn't even know I was the commander, I felt quite offended at his actions.

"So, you're the new fleimkepa?" I spoke as if the thought was absurd, and it was. To think this ragged man was a flame keeper, someone who was supposed to lead the commander's spirits, and keep them safe. He looked like he'd do everything but.

"So, you're the commander?" He returned my tone, offended by it.

How dare he speak to his superior like that?

"What is your name, fleimkepa,"

He looked at me completely unserious, "John Murphy, people call me Murphy, cockroach, you name it."

He spoke to me like he was having a conversation with any normal person like I couldn't end his life at any moment, like I don't have people willing to die for me just to take his.

I wondered why they called him a cockroach.

"Well then, John, where are you from?" I saw him stiffen at my question.

"Skaikru,"

Before he finished his sentence I drew my sword, causing my guards to do the same.

"Wait, wait, wait,"

I began walking closer to him making him back up and trip on the carpet.

I knew he couldn't be a true flame keeper, Skaikru was the 13th clan but it didn't mean I had to like them, I knew how they were, knew of their lies, knew their ways. They may have been a part of the coalition but they'd never know our ways.

"I knew Titus!" He yelled, making me stop in my tracks.

"Don't you say his name, Skaikru!" My sword lept to his throat, keeping it still there. The cold metal nearly cut into his skin, causing a shiver to run down his entire body.

"It's true! He taught me some stuff, that's how they found me okay! I have his journal in my bag!" Murphy's breath became erratic, suddenly realizing what was at stake.

I looked back towards my guards, "Is it true?"

"Yes, heda, he was lying on the road, trying to rob us when we found the journal in his bag,"

I looked back towards Murphy, who looked scared for his life. After a few seconds, I huffed and sheathed my sword. Murphy released a breath he didn't even know he was holding.

"Why were you trying to rob my people, John Murphy," I questioned, reaching my hand out to help him up.

"It's how I get by, alright?" He spoke, dusting himself off a bit before staring at me.

His answer brought worry to me, "Skaikru is low on resources? Do I need to send hunters to help?"

Murphy sighed softly, "They banished me for a bit," His face becoming one of solemn.

Before I could continue my guards spoke up making both me and Murphy look towards him, "Heda, the meeting to announce the new fleimkepa is starting soon, I don't want you to be late."

I nodded in his direction, "Let's go, John,"

The guards led the way to the top of the tower, and every person I passed nodded their head in my direction, something Murphy needed to take note of.

Whispers had quieted down when I strode along the carpet to my throne, Murphy following behind, taking his position next to me.

"This is your new fleimkepa," I spoke loudly for everyone to hear, questioning whispers rang throughout the room, looks of judgment and disapproval shaking of heads.

"If you have any disagreements about your new fleimkepa," I looked to Murphy, "They will be met with death," Looking back to the crowd the commotion died down.

"He's Skaikru!" I heard a person yell from the corner of the room.

"He could never be a fleimkepa!" Another joined

"Enough!" I yelled, standing up, "An attack against John Murphy, is an attack against the coalition!" My voice boomed off the walls, the room now becoming silent.

"Meeting is over,"

My guards had ushered everyone out, well, everyone but Clarke kom Skaikru.

"Can we speak," She glanced towards Murphy and back to me, "Alone?"

Looking at Murphy I nodded him off, "I'll send for you,"

"Sure thing," He rolled his eyes and made his way out the door.

"Why is Murphy the flame keeper?" Clarke asked, and I wasn't sure why she was questioning my motives. I had vowed to keep Skaikru part of the coalition after Lexa's death, and now she's questioning my motives? My motives?

"Are you saying you disagree with my choices, Clarke?" I question.

"Not at all, it's just I've spent years with Murphy, I know how he is," She paused, "He might not be who he says he is,"

I stared at her for a few moments, "Then who exactly is he?"

"A liar, a thief, and selfish,"

Her words were hypocritical, that's what everyone said about all of Skaikru.

"Thank you for the warning but I don't need it, he is the fleimkepa. If Titus trusted him, I trust him too. You may go now."

She scoffed and turned away, my guards leading her out.

I stood and headed to Murphy's room, it was one over to mine.

I didn't bother knocking, what could my flame keeper have to hide from me? But I soon regretted that decision, I saw a girl bearing the marks of a nomad.

She wore a dusty clothing piece atop her head, and many layers dressing her small body. I noticed she had a large glove covering one hand.

Murphy instinctively stood in front of her, shielding the view I had of her. Almost like he was scared I'd hurt her.

"Visitor?" I ask, looking up at his flushed face.

"My girlfriend." He replied, his girlfriend soon stepping forward.

"I'm Emori," She gave me a small smile, she was cute.

I felt my body stiffen at the use of girlfriend, though I couldn't stop their relationship, I could hate it. I wasn't sure why I had hated it, why I was so torn when she introduced herself, he had deserved someone like her, carefree from responsibilities. I was happy for Murphy.

"y/n." I returned her warm smile.

Murphy smiled as well, something that had looked good on him.

"First time I heard your name, and here I thought I was special." He teased playfully, keeping eye contact even when Emori looked back towards him.

"Well, John, you never asked." I returned his tone, for once being playful, "I'll leave you to it, and do remember I am next door."

I took one last glance at them both before exiting and heading to my room, but before entering I heard Emori speak up, her voice echoing through the hall.

"She calls you John, too?"

I couldn't stop my smile from forming at the thought of making Emori jealous over something so personal. Though sadness swept in, thinking of what they might do alone in the room.

"I want a guard in John's room tonight." I told one of the guards outside my room, one of them springing into action and entering Murphy's room. I heard complaints from the couple, Emori blaming me for this.

The night came and went and the familiar golden trails landed on my face again, the sound of birds outside as my own personal alarm clock.

I stood up with a stretch and a yawn, going for the clothes placed on the table by one of my guards.

I did my usual routine and exited my room, my guards greeting me with smiles which I returned- having a good feeling about this day.

I didn't bother knocking on Murphy's door once again, this time seeing Emori had left.

Murphy's body was sprawled out on the bed, still in a deep slumber. It must've been the best sleep he'd gotten in a week.

I smiled at the sight, his eyelashes were illuminated by the sunbeams hitting his face, making him look so at peace. I only now noticed the rest of his body. He was shirtless, and his muscles were defined despite his lean body. I snapped out of my daze when his body shuffled, moving his face away from the bright beams pouring into the room.

"John." I spoke, walking closer to his resting body.

"Hmm." His voice was muffled into the pillow.

"It's time to wake up."

He lifted his head up a bit, still into the pillow, "Why?"

"We need to make appearances," I giggled at his need to stay in bed, "People need to think you're a pleasing person today."

I walked to the edge of his bed and took a seat, eyes still on his back.

Murphy rolled over, looking at me still lying down, his hair now more disheveled, "You don't think I'm a natural charmer?" He gave me a smile after I snickered at his question.

"I think you're quite the charmer, but the people need to see that too."

I stood up and walked to his pile of now clean clothes, picking them up and tossing them on the bed.

"You have five minutes."

Murphy only sighed, getting out of bed once I left.

I was watching over Polis from the balcony in my room when I heard the door open, looking behind I saw Murphy, his hair now a neat and clean swept-back middle part.

"You're ten minutes late, John." I say, averting my gaze back down.

He came to my side, resting his elbows on the balcony walls while overlooking the view, "Your guards made me wash my hair," He snickered, "Said head can't be seen with a man like me."

I laughed at this, though it was true, he desperately needed to wash his hair.

Moments of silence passed before he spoke up again, "Must be nice being in control of everyone."

My smile faded at this, it wasn't like what everyone made it out to be. It was tough, watching over 13 clans, the responsibility of them all fell on my shoulders alone.

"It gets lonely." I muttered, turning to look at him only to find he was staring first.

Our eyes made contact, he had never looked more perfect in this moment, the yellow haze lighting up one side of his face, making the blue in his dark eyes lighten, his brown hair hanging just above his ears, strands falling on his forehead.

I hadn't even noticed I was leaning in till he pulled back awkwardly, "Emori." He spoke softly, reminding me he still had a girlfriend.

I shook my head as my face flushed a deep red, my body now full of embarrassment.

"Right, right, appearances, elevator," I muttered.

Turning towards the doors I headed to the elevator shaft; Murphy following after muttering a series of curse words.

Making it to the bottom of the tower my mind was still flooded of previous events, the way he slept, the way he looked on my balcony, the way he rejected me. I hadn't ever been rejected before, I hadn't ever felt romantically towards someone. If this is what it's like, I don't ever wanna experience it again. Is that what this was? Was I feeling romantic feelings towards John Murphy?

"So, what are we doing again?" He broke the awkward tension.

"We are here to show people you aren't as bad as they think, you're from Skaikru." I didn't need to elaborate fuller, Murphy already catching the drift of what people thought about Skaikru.

Walking through the shops of Polis we got many stares from people, the smells of cooked meat filled my nose, my stomach growled and Murphy took notice. He looked around before grabbing my hand and leading me through the streets to a deer meat vendor. The feeling of his rough hands in mine sent a shock to my body. The guards struggled to keep up.

"Heda! Beja!" The vendor spoke, handing me a piece of meat, and asking me to try.

I gratefully took the piece and ate it, my eyes sparkled when the flavors hit my tongue, looking at Murphy excitedly. The vendor had a huge grin on her face.

"Mochof!" I thanked her, glancing back at the vendor and back to Murphy.

"You have to try this." I exclaimed as the vendor handed another piece to Murphy.

Murphy placed the piece in his mouth after repeating my phrase, and his face instantly lit up. I giggled at his expression. We thanked the vendor once again before walking off.

We had passed by many shops before one caught my eye, they had an assortment of necklaces made of thread with silver pendants.

I was going to grab his hand to lead him there but I realized he never let go since the first time he grabbed it. My heart could've pumped out of my chest.

I began leading him toward the necklace vendor, my eyes practically glowing while examining the finds.

"Heda," The vendor spoke, his voice rough. He bowed to me before standing up a second later, looking towards Murphy he just nodded.

Looking through all the hanging jewelry my eyes landed on two specific ones, a sun and a moon, both in a matching set. Murphy's eyes must've seen it too as he felt the object. He took it off the rack and examined it further.

"For you and your girlfriend?" I asked. If someone listed close enough they could hear annoyance.

Once I said the word girlfriend I felt Murphy's hand slowly fall back to his side, my palm now feeling cold, missing the touch of his; a shield from the cold.

Murphy didn't answer my question, instead, he dug through his pocket and handed the vendor a silver pendant of a heart. We didn't use currency, instead we ran the shops through trade.

Once the vendor nodded Murphy tucked the necklaces into his pocket.

The awkward tension had crept onto us once again like the summer heat melting away snow.

"I'm going back to the tower, I'll leave a guard here with you." I spoke, needing time away from him, needing to catch up with my thoughts and get rid of this sickening feeling deep in my stomach.

Before he could reply I was already heading up towards the tower, tears threatening to pour down my cheeks. My people couldn't see me crying, my people couldn't know I was weak, weak for a boy.

My mind had gone back to a saying Lexa would tell me when she met Clarke, 'love isn't weakness', love may not be weak but crying sure was.

The moment I stepped into my room and shut the doors the tears came out on their own.

I didn't attempt to stop them, knowing any try would be futile. Instead, I let them drop, I let them hit the floor, it was as if they held enough emotion to crumble the entire tower. I shrugged off my shoulder gear and it hit the fur carpet with a soft thud. I walked over to the balcony- my favorite place in this tower- and watched over Polis once again; getting deja vu from previous events.

My forearms were resting on the balcony wall. I opened my palm and stared at it, the feeling of his against mine still evident; like it was just a second ago mine was intertwined with his- all the creases, lines, and spaces were engraved into my memory.

Clenching my fist I heard the door open, I was thankful the tears were long gone.

I didn't have to check to know if It was Murphy, the way his shoes hit the ground had a familiar ring to it.

"Deja vu," He spoke, I could hear a smile in his voice.

"You said it was lonely," He said, much softer this time, "How can it be when you get everything you want?"

His question was genuine. He wasn't trying to insult me or make me the butt of the joke. I could feel his eyes watching my every move before I looked into his deep blue eyes, eyes you could get lost in and never come out.

"Not everything," My eyes trailed down to his lips, they were wet but chapped; he probably licked them before entering.

We were now inches apart, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the only thing keeping us apart was morals.

It took such little effort on his part; just the dizzy, relieved decision to give in, just an infinitesimal push toward me as his morals seemed to fade. I placed my arms around his neck, keeping him as close as possible while my eyes fluttered close. Everything at this moment just felt right, the way my arms felt around him, the way he kissed me with such passion and devotion.

I felt his hands snake down to my waist, leading me to the bed while not breaking apart, laying down below me his hands fell up and down my body. Exploring every nook and cranny; like untouched land. Tattooing the way his hands felt on my skin, goosebumps appeared on my arms, his hands were warm- he was always warm, it was a cooling contrast to my cold exterior.

Before I knew it he withdrew completely- the warm feeling of his palms roaming my body stopped, his lips devouring mine faded and it left me lost.

"Did I do something?" I said between breaths, looking down at him cluelessly.

"I can't do this, not to her." I had felt anger bubbling inside me, I quickly stood up off him as he sat up.

"Your mood swings are giving me whiplash, John," My voice sounded like I was going to break at any given moment, "Get out."

He didn't try to defend himself, or argue with me, he accepted my wishes and left. Left while the familiar tears found their way out again. I undressed and lay in bed, the comfort of the pillows taking me in; my fur blanket acting as an anchor while I drifted off to sleep as the stars illuminated the room.

Days had passed since then, and Murphy had been avoiding me.

The only times I'd see him were during meetings and occasionally passing by him in the hall.

The only time I'd hear him was late in the night, their headboard banging against the wall- a constant reminder of the rejection I had faced.

A reminder of the night when his lips were on mine, his hands exploring my soft skin.

I spent the nights wishing it was me below Murphy, I knew I shouldn't, but how could I not? I knew she had been moaning louder on purpose every night, taunting me, telling me it was her who got to be with him.

Sometimes I'd feel shivers in the places he touched me, ghosts of his fingers, places I craved for him, places only he could touch.

I jumped slightly when I heard yelling beyond the wall, I tried to listen in but the wall was too thick.

I knew I shouldn't but I grabbed a robe and placed it around my uncovered body, opening the doors and gushing the guards before getting close to the door.

The yelling became much clearer now, but too bad I missed out on half the conversation.

Emori burst through the doors, staring at me with eyes full of anger, she glanced between me and the guards before leaving with heavy footsteps.

I entered Murphy's room, he was sitting on his bed with his elbows on his knees, hands resting on his head, and the sight of him upset made me angry.

I grabbed his attention when I shut the doors behind me.

"Never did know how to knock, huh?" He asked, still very annoyed.

I giggled at this, taking a seat next to him, my robe glided up my thighs which he noticed.

"What happened?" I asked, placing a hand on his comfortingly. He stared down at our hands, processing what had just happened.

Murphy sighed, rubbing his thumb along your fingers, feeling your cold skin. "She found the necklaces, and wanted to wear one, I wouldn't let her."

I was shocked at the new information, "Werent they for you and her?"

His eyes turned to look into mine, "They were for us."

My mind went blank, "I don't understand, John."

"That heart pendant I traded? She gave it to me." He paused, finding the words, "Ever since I've met you, things have felt real. I'm not surviving with you, I'm living."

I smiled at his words, heat rising to my cheeks.

It took me one second to realize we were leaning in.

It took me two seconds to realize we were kissing.

It took me three seconds to realize his hand was snaking up my thigh.

The feeling of his hand warmed my body- a feeling I've come to love, to crave. His hand made its way to my chest, pushing me down on my back while he stood in between my legs.

Murphy separated from the kiss to take his shirt off, revealing his toned, lean body. I took this time to undo the robe and slip out of my bra.

Murphy just watched in 'awe' at my body, his hands instantly feeling the new unexplored areas. His palms instantly groped my breasts, earning a sweet, sensual moan from me.

"So beautiful." He whispered under his breath. My face couldn't possibly get any redder, but I was growing more needy by the second.

As if knowing what I needed most, one of his hands trailed down to where I needed him most. He slipped my now-soaked panties to the side, revealing my wet pussy. Murphy bit his lip at the full view of me.

"Why didn't I do this sooner," He teased, lightly rubbing up and down my pussy, lubing his fingers up before pushing one in.

The feeling was sudden, making my body tense at the newfound warmth. I stared into his eyes as he pumped his finger in and out, lewd sounds slowly filling the room along with my moans.

His thumb circled my clit while he entered another finger, only enhancing the pleasure, causing me to throw my head back and buck into his hand, starting to need more than just his fingers.

"So needy," He snickered, curling his soaked fingers, and using his other hand to keep my thighs open.

"Shut up," I said between moans. My hands found their way to my breasts, kneading them myself. The lewd scene made Murphy's bulge even bigger, he bit his lip to hold back a moan caused by the friction of his jeans.

A feeling I knew all too well slithered its way down my body, and Murphy's pace on my clit quickened.

"John," I moaned out, feeling the climax come closer and closer until everything stopped.

Murphy pulled his fingers out with a sly smirk, bringing his fingers to his mouth and cleaning them off.

"You jerk!" I yelled out, practically whining at the loss of contact.

"You're not gonna cum until I do," He said, sliding off his jeans and boxers to reveal his protruding cock.

I stared at his dick, craving it more than anything already, not caring how he will fit it in.

He brought his tip to my clit, rubbing it in circles and groaning at the contact. Murphy couldn't wait any longer, without warning he trusted me, leaning down to kiss and suck on my neck.

I let out a lust-filled moan, "John!" I shrieked in surprise at the sudden filling. My hands roamed over his back, nails digging in with every thrust of his cock.

The feeling was overbearing, the way his tip hit all the right places so roughly.

"Needed you so bad," I moan out into his ear, only causing him to pull out slowly and slam back in roughly.

Murphy was marking my neck, wanting to let everyone know I was his, only he could touch me, only he could make me feel this good.

The same feeling was coming back with every thrust that hit my sweet spot, "I'm so close," My hands held the back of his neck while my thighs tightened around his hips, bringing him closer to me.

"Not yet, baby, wait for me, you can do it," He praised between kisses.

He couldn't have been far off his own climax, as his thrusts got sloppy and erratic, dick twitching in me, begging to release his cum.

Murphy leaned back, grabbing my thighs and spreading them wider, having my control of his thrusts. They became deeper and faster. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold on for.

My moans became louder, I was sure the guards were worried but I was too focused on how good Murphy's cock felt to care.

Murphy's jaw tightened before speaking, "Cum on my cock, baby,"

He didn't even need to finish his sentence and I was already cumming, arching my back in pleasure and letting the moans slip out freely. My legs shook in his grasp and my pussy clenched as I painted his dick white, the sight alone had him cumming in me, unable to control himself for much longer.

He kept thrusting, fucking me through both our highs. Our bodies were now sweaty and humid. Pulling out of me he watched the cum drip onto the floor, fighting the urge to go another round he picked up one of Emoris shirts to clean me up. He tossed the now dirty shirt aside and just stared at my exhausted body with a smile.

He looked to the dresser and picked up one of the necklaces, it was the sun. He motioned for me to sit up and I did. Moving my hair out of the way he tied the necklace neatly around my neck, admiring me afterward before placing his own on with a goofy smile.

I smiled at him, the exhaustion becoming too much I crawled under the bed, making enough room for him to crawl under with me which he gladly did, taking hold of my body and causing me to grow warm.

"I love you," He whispered sweetly, rubbing my shoulder with his thumb.

"I love you too,"

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