#the100fic

[astrarchee]

Chapters: 12/? Fandom: The 100 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Abby Griffin/Raven Reyes Characters: Abby Griffin, Raven Reyes, Clarke Griffin, Octavia Blake, Bellamy Blake, Lincoln (The 100), Marcus Kane, Callie Cartwig, Anya (The 100) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Minor Character Death, Kyle wick friendship is important, vodka aunt!callie, nosy bff!octavia, mid-way time skip, Side Callie/Marcus, side linctavia, Side Anya/Bellamy, Side Clexa - Freeform, time skip midway through Summary:

When Raven meets Abby, they both assume it will be a one night thing. However, when Raven walks into class at her university only to see Abby teaching it, it becomes clear that things maybe were not meant for one night.

[inmyownlaine]

John Murphy x Reader: Bold and Offended

GIF//

Warnings: Angst, soft smut, cussing

Word Count: 828

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“I don’t understand what the problem is, Murphy,” you groaned aloud, leaves and twigs cracking under the weight of your foot.

“The problem,” Murphy started, popping up alongside you, “is that I’m offended you didn’t ask me.”

“Shut up,” you laughed, nudging him in the process. Murphy reached out for your shoulder as he stumbled slightly. You paused momentarily, allowing him to regain his composure before responding.

“I’m like, the perfect trophy husband.” Murphy held up his fingers as he listed off the qualifying traits. “Hot, dark, brooding. What more could you ask for?”

“Acting skills?” you suggested.

“I am good at acting. I lie all the time! You know that!”

“Lying and acting are two different things, Murph,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“Are they, though?”

This didn’t cause you to stop, but it did force you to think. Acting like you had a boyfriend was definitely lying. You would be forced to sneak around, fabricate stories, and pretend to be in love. You hated to admit it, but he was right.

“There’s a reason I didn’t ask,” you told him. 

“The reason being?” he pressed, now standing in front of you. He held his gun in both hands, pointed diagonally towards the sky. 

“I didn’t think you would want to. At all.”

“That’s why you should ask,” he said sarcastically and slower than usual. You lowered your head, chin pointing to the ground. It was enough to let Murphy know that you were entertained by the conversation and not ashamed of it.

“You hate my ex. Why would you try to help me win him back?”

“Interesting,” Murphy said, a smirk forming on his face. Your insides were churning, but you tried your best to seem relaxed on the outside. The truth of the matter was that Murphy was driving you crazy in the best way imaginable.

“You ever thought about why I didn’t like him?”

You shrugged in response. “Probably something to do with deep seeded trauma and bad timing.”

Murphy took a step towards you. Instinctively, you took a step back. He wasn’t turned off by your recoil and continued to test the boundaries. The mischievous glint in his eye piqued your curiosity, wondering what was going on in that head of his. Before you knew it, he had you backed up against a thick tree. There was nowhere else for you to go as Murphy’s face inched closer to yours.

“I didn’t like him cause he was with you,” he practically growled. The gravel in his voice caused you to inhale sharply. There was no denying now that you were sexually awakened by Murphy’s blunt confession.

“How bold of you to say,” you teased, hoping that you were giving off more confidence than you felt.

“Do you like bold?”

“Yeah,” you told him as he closed the distance between your chests. They were now heavily breathing against each other, hearts beating rapidly between thin shirts. He reached for one of your wrists, which you willingly gave, and raised it above your head. He leaned against you gently, lips grazing your neck.

His teeth tugged at the tender skin. Goosebumps formed on your arms, a shiver traveling down the entirety of your spine. He found his way to your earlobe, nibbling on it lightly before saying, “Here’s what I want you to do.” You nodded, giving him permission to continue. 

“I want you to go back to camp,” he began, fingertips trailing up your forearm, “and tell everyone that you’re going to be with me tonight.”

“Just tonight?” You asked not only for the situation, but for yourself. The way he was behaving right now, one night wouldn’t do.

“Every night. Every day,” he added on. “However you want to put it. Just make sure everyone knows about us.”

You melted in his arms, completely succumbing to his words. He chuckled at your reaction before moving the top of your shirt aside, exposing your bare shoulder. Wet trails covered your body as he placed a soft kiss on the top, moving to your collarbone and then down your sternum.

But just as soon as it began, it abruptly ended. You watched as he lifted his head and hungrily found your lips. His arm wrapped around your waist and yours around his neck, you pulled each other in even tighter than before. Your bodies heaved in and out, swayed from side to side, as you were kissed with unknown passion and sensuality.

You tugged at Murphy’s lip as he broke off the kiss. It felt like your body had been set on fire. Like you had taken a plunge in icy waters. Every part of you was tingling and yearning for more.

Murphy patted your thigh, tilting his head towards the campground. “Go.”

“Right now?”

“I’ll be here when you get back,” he promised.

“But then what?”

Murphy’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, dragging his hand up the length of your leg and discovering something new to grab on. With one last squeeze, he raised his eyebrows and gave you a wink.

“You’ll see.”

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I was writing 

and then I discovered John Murphy TikTok...

So how could I not after seeing this

And This

And THIS

????

Like holy shit what did you expect me to do?

did you say watch more tiktoks i think i will

[kilibaggins]

I Like Murphy, Too

Murphy x Clarke x Bellamy fic (Mostly Murphamy If I’m Being Honest)

Ao3 Link: HERE

Request: Not Requested!

Prompt: “Person A falls for both person B and person C but B and C hate each other”

Summary: Clarke Griffin is polyamorous, Bellamy knew this when they first started dating. What Bellamy didn't know though, is that when it came down to it,  John Murphy is the other man she likes.

A/N: This is the longest Fic i have ever written. It’s the reason I got behind and im not fics behind on my april challenge im doing lol. I hope you enjoy??

Setting: Peaceful Arkadia AU

Warnings: Death of Murphy's parents is mentioned, Alcohol, and i think that’s it?

Word Count: 6009

Tags: @lovelessdyke​ @ultimatereyesstan

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“You what?” Bellamy asks, looking at Clarke surprised. Clarke shakes her head softly and sighs. She quickly latches the button on her pants.

“I like Murphy, too.” Clarke says, putting on her jacket. Bellamy slips on his shirt and scoffs.

“Seriously?” Bellamy asks, and Clarke crosses her arms and looks at him.

“Look, I told you I’m poly when we first got together. I told you this might happen.” Clarke says, and Bellamy throws his arms up.

“Yeah! But I thought it would be like, Raven or Someone else, not Murphy!“ Bellamy exclaims, plopping down on the bed. Clarke sighs and shakes her head.

“Your issue is with who I like?” Clarke asks, walking forward. Bellamy looks up at her, his shoulder obviously tense. She brings her hand to his face and cups it.

“I don’t like him.” Bellamy grounds out, and Clarke sighs. She steps back and grabs her gun holster from the top of her dresser.

“That’s because you won’t give him a chance.” She says, walking over to the other side of the room, where her boots lay. She grabs them and walks over to the bed. She sits down and starts putting them on.

“Listen, you know i'm supportive of you, and heck if it was anyone else I’d probably be happy, but Murphy isn’t good.” Bellamy says, his voice low. Clarke sighs and gets up.

“Did you know he’s been working with my mother in the med bay?” Clarke asks, going to the little bathroom that is connected to their room. Bellamy gets up and followers her into it, watching as she grabs her toothbrush. “Or that he’s been helping Monty at the gardens? Or that he’s been helping Miller and Brian get along? Or that he’s been-”

“Okay, okay I get it.” Bellamy says, grabbing his toothbrush as well, pushing Clarke slightly to the side. Clarke grabs the toothpaste, and Bellamy takes it from her hand before she can use it. She glares up at him through the mirror and Bellamy hides a smile.

“Do you really? Because he’s not bad. He’s misunderstood.” Clarke says, letting Bellamy give her back the toothpaste. Bellamy Sighs and starts brushing.

Bellamy brushes for a second, before pulling out the tooth brush and spitting into the sink “Listen, he killed two kids.” Bellamy says, and Clarke raises an eyebrow.

“Okay? And we killed all of the mountain men.” Clarke says, putting her tooth brush in. Bellamy sighs.

“That’s different. We did it for an actual reason.” Bellamy says, going to brush his teeth more. Clarke spits out some toothpaste and sighs exasperated.

“He had his own reasons too!” Clarke says, grabbing the cup next to the sink and putting water in it. She takes some into her mouth and spits out the rest of the toothpaste. She always brushes way faster than him, he hates it because it gives her more time to talk during these morning discussions they regularly have.

“Yeah, like revenge. How is that anything similar to why we did what we did?” Bellamy asks, now spitting out his toothpaste again. He grabs the cup and rinses out his mouth, before following Clarke out of the bathroom.

“He did it to save himself. He was scared, Bellamy. Have you even bothered to ask about how he felt?” Clarke asks, grabbing a few more things from her dresser drawer. Bellamy sighs and opens his drawer to grab a few of his own things.

“Listen, I can’t stop you from liking him, Hell, even being with him, but I’m not going to like it. I don’t want anywhere near him.” Bellamy says, and Clarke Grabs his arm before he can walk away.

“Bell, please.” Clarke says softly. Bellamy lets her grab his hand and She looks up into his eyes. “Please, Bell. I want this to work. I want you and him to get along.” She says.

“That’s never going to happen.” Bellamy says, taking his hand away.

“At least try. Come to lunch with us today.” Clarek says, and Bellamy sighs. He looks to the ground and then back up at Clarke, her eyes wide and begging. He feels his stubborn-ness give and he sighs softly.

“Okay, fine, I’ll have lunch with you, two.” Bellamy says, and Clarke smiles widely. She jumps forward and kisses him softly, and Bellamy smiles into the kiss.

“Thank you, Bell.” Clarke says, her voice filled with love.

“Anything for you, Princess.”

During the day, Before Clarke went in to get her job done, she stopped by to tell Murphy about everything. Murphy wasn’t surprised that Bellamy didn’t trust thim, If he was being honest he barely even trusted Bellamy, but for Clarke he’ll try anything. And if that means along the way he and Bellamy get closer, then he might as well try. So, he agreed to join them.

A few hours later, Bellamy and Clarke are sitting at a table in Arkadia’s eating area, they both have their plates, and drinks, and are eating as they talk about the day.

“Murphy should be here by now.” Bellamy says, taking a bit of his food. He brings his head back up and looks at Clarke. Clarke grabs her napkin and brings it up to wipe at a spot on his lip where some food stayed. He smiles softly at her, “Thanks.”

“He’s probably just running a little late.” Clarke says, putting down her napkin and taking a bite herself.

“He probably decided to ditch us.” Bellamy snarks, taking a drink of his water. Clarke sighs and puts down her fork.

“He wouldn’t do that.” Clarke says, looking at Bellamy with a serious expression.

“Ah, right, because the guy who was a juvenile delinquent wouldn’t skip out on lunch.” Bellamy snarks, and then a voice comes from behind them.

“Yeah, uh, sorry. Miller came in with a cut the size of my hand on his side. I had to patch him up.” Clarke looks behind her to see Murphy standing there, looking at Bellamy with a look that tells her this will not be easy. She jumps up and kisses him on the cheek. “Hey.” He says, smiling at her, like she can make his day go from a nightmare, to a daydream. Bellamy gets that. She always cheers him up at the end of the day. Clarke grabs his hand and pulls him over to the table.

“Sorry, we kind of started without you.” Clarke says, sitting in her spot. Murphy sits next to her, on the opposite side of where Bellamy is sitting, and sighs softly, happy to be sitting down for the first time in a few hours.

“It’s fine, Clarke. You didn’t know when I’d get here.” Murphy says, raising his hand so a guy who will come get his order can see him. He always tries to give them extra help whenever he can, when he’s off work he sometimes comes in and works with them.

“Heya Murphy! The usual?” The server asks, and Murphy nods softly. The server walks away, and Murphy looks to Clarke and sighs.

“Hard day?” Clarke asks, genuinely worried.

“Yeah, a lot of people are getting hurt lately.” Murphy says, shrugging as if it’s not too much for him. Honestly, when he agreed to work with Abby, he was happy to do it. It was good for him to feel useful, and to help people. But now it’s too much sometimes. The blood gets sickening sometimes, especially when it stains his hands.

“And you’re worried about how much work you have to do?” Bellamy asks, his eyebrow raised. Clarke glares at him softly and his his leg under the table. Murphy sighs and looks down at the table. “I obviously care about them, Bellamy, or else I wouldn’t be doing it in the first place.” Murphy grounds out, trying to keep his voice calm. Bellamy has no idea what he goes through every day, or how much work he does, or anything like that. He has no right to assume all he cares about is how much time he has to work. As much as Murphy would like to cuss Bellamy out, the warmth coming from Clarke is enough to keep him grounded. He's doing this for her.

“Anyway! How has your day been?” Clarke asks, grabbing Bellamy’s hand. Murphy lets his gaze linger on the touch before smiling softly. He’s happy when Clarke can get love, in any form she does. As much as he is hesitant of Bellamy, he knows Bellamy will take care of her.

“It’s been okay. I’ve had to yell at a few people, keep them in their lane.” Belamy says, taking a bite of his food, that Clarke had forgotten existed. She feels bad eating while Murphy sits there without anything.

“Here, have a bite.” Clark says, pushing her food towards him. Murphy smiles and does as he’s told, knowing that Clarke will probably take his head off if he refuses to eat. Clarke looks around them for a moment before looking back at Bellamy, who is staring at Murphy. She sighs and kicks him under the table and gives him a look. Bellamy makes a face that Clarke knows to mean “What?!?” and Clarke glares at him.

“You guys do this often?” Murphy asks, pointing a finger between them.

“Do what?” Bellamy snaps, before taking a deep breath and calming himself. “Do what?” He asks softer this time.

“Talk with your faces.” Murphy says, a small smirk on his lips. He looks at Clarke and laughs when she blushes.

“Also, Bellamy, can you stop staring at me? I’d appreciate it. I mean, unless you’re appreciating my god given good looks.” Murphy continues and Clarke laughs and bumps into him with her shoulder. Bellamy feels his cheeks heat up despite himself and he looks back at his food, his jaw tight. Murphy sees this and back tracks a bit. “Look, man, I was just joking, sorry.” He says, pushing Clarke’s food away from him, and back to her. He reaches forward and steals Clarke’s water and takes a sip.

“Murphy!” The server says, walking over and giving him his food. Murphy smiles and nods at him.

“Thanks, how about later I help you with that shoulder? You said it's been bothering you.” Murphy says, taking his food and looking at it with excitement. He has always liked food, especially after working in the medbay.

“Really? It’s been really bugging me, it makes me slower to work.” The server says, giving him his cup and pouring water in it.

“Dude, of course. Come by the med bay after your shift.” Murphy says, trying not to think about how busy he already is. He always just keeps adding on.

“Great!” The server says, before walking off. Murphy grabs his fork and starts eating before he notices Clarke is smiling at him.

“What?” Murphy says, a smile on his face.

“I love when you help people.” Clarke says softly. Murphy smiles and feels his cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, yeah, eat it all up.” Murphy jokes, and takes a drink of his own water.

“How much do you work?” Bellamy asks, looking at Murphy. Murphy puts down his cup and messes with his hair.

“Well, I have multiple jobs. Different jobs, different days. I have the medbay, which is what I am doing today, Where I work from 7 am to 8 pm. I have a lunch break between that, as you can see right now, and I have a few other short 10 minute breaks in between.” Murphy starts to explain, and Bellamy puts down his fork to listen better. Clarke smiles, knowing that listening is one of Bellamy’s ways to show he cares. “I work at the gardens with Monty on some days, those days are more laid back. Monty doesn’t expect me to do much. Usually I just water some plants, sometimes I gather stuff. And most other days I just pick up whatever job I can to help. There’s a lot of miscellaneous jobs.” Murphy explains,taking another drink. Bellamy nods, and watching Murphy swallow the water, and he looks down at his plate and clears his throat, embarrassed at himself for watching him like that.

“So you do a lot?” Bellamy asks, and Murphy just nods and eats his food.

They sit in silence for a while, before Murphy looks at his watch and sighs heavily.

“Time to go?” Clarke asks, and Murphy nods, taking the last few bites of his food, and taking the last gulps of his drink. He gets up and stretches. Clarke Gets up and hugs him tight.

“Go save some lives.” Clarke smiles, and pushes at his shoulder. Murphy smirks and grabs his cup and plate.

“You can leave those here, the server will come and grab it.” Bellamy says, looking up at Murphy from his spot.

“Oh, I take it up for them, it makes their lives easier.” Murphy says, smiling. He then kisses Clarke on the cheek, and turns away quickly, feeling Bellamy’s eyes burn a hole in his skull. He knows Bellamy is hesitant about him being with Clarke, and if he is assuming right, he thinks he’s also a bit jealous. He walks up and gives his plate and cup to the people near the food and they smile gratefully at him.

Clarke watches him leave and sighs sadly. She sits back down and smiles at Bellamy.

“I guess it's just us for a little bit.” Clarke says, grabbing Bellamy’s hand. Bellamy squeezes her hand and brings it to his lips kissing it softly.

“Finally.” He mumbles and Clarke sighs and takes her hand away.

“Why are you like this? Why can’t you just try to be nice about him? I care about him Bellamy, and I’m trying to get you two to get along. Murphy is obviously trying. He had less of a problem with this than you did. Why can’t you just try?” Clarke asks, looking at him with sadness in her eyes. Bellamy sighs and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“He’s a delinquent!” Bellamy says, gesturing towards the place where Murphy had left from. Clarke shakes her head and sighs, she gets up and grabs her plate and cup.

“I think you forget that I was too.” Clarke says, before walking off. Bellamy watches her leave, and thinks about things for a minute.

She’s right, he knows she is. It’s not right of him to give every other delinquent a chance but then not give Murphy one. It’s just hard for him. He cares a lot about Clarke,and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, and he doesn’t trust Murphy. And now, in his anger towards Murphy, he has hurt Clarke. He shakes his head and gets up, leaving his plate and cup on the table.

Two weeks later, after Bellamy being invited to lunches and enjoying his time more than he’d like to admit, he caves. He goes to Murphy’s room, and knocks on the door, waiting for Murphy to open the door.

Murphy opens the door, his chest bare and his hair a mess, Bellamy notices he looks tired. Bellamy accident stares too long at Murphy’s chest, looking at all of the scars there, and Murphy notices, and Looks down at himself before his eyes widen and his cheeks flush and he closes the door. Bellamy is about to leave after blowing it, before the door opens again, and reveals Murphy, who threw on a shirt.

“Uh, sorry I just-”

“What do you want?” Murphy cuts him off, not wanting to have a conversation about his scars. It’s already something he hates about himself, he doesn’t need anyone to bring them up after staring at them.

“I just- Okay, I know we don’t get along that much, mostly because of myself, but still, and I was wondering if you’d like to… I don’t know, hang out or something? Just the two of us” Bellamy asks, and Murphy’s eyes widen and his lip quirks up in a small smile. “Maybe we could go outside the gates, or maybe sit by the fire and have a drink, or something.” Bellamy continues and Murphy nods.

“Sure, I’d be happy to.” Murphy says, no sarcasm coming from his lips. Bellamy is surprised but smiles.

“Cool! Cool, uh, do you want to meet up, or should I come here at a certain time, or?” Bellamy asks and Murphy smiles.

“Uh, can we do it tomorrow, today’s kind of… Not the best day.” Murphy says, and Bellamy feels his heart drop, realizing he’s probably just trying to get out of it.

“We don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to, all you have to do is say no.” Bellamy says,his voice slightly defensive. Murphy’s eyes drop in confusion and he shakes his head.

“No, No, I want to I just-”

“Whatever, it’s obvious you don’t want to, I’ll just go.” Bellamy says, before walking away. By the time Murphy cna open his mouth again to say something, he’s already down the hall and Murphy sighs sadly. Murphy closes the door and plops down on the bed. He takes off his shirt, and lays back down, covering himself up before letting out a long breath as his sore back hit the mattress. Yesterday had been bad, he had accidentally pulled something in his back, and he had refused to do anything about it until he broke down crying while helping Monty in the Garden. Monty had taken him to Abby, and Abby had told him he had to take today off, and stay in bed. That’s why he didn’t want to go out with Bellamy tonight. He sighs and tries to get himself to sleep again, even though the pain in his back is still pulling at him. He groans and wipes a hand over his face, realizing that this probably ruined any chance he had at Bellamy getting closer to him.

“Great.” Murphy says to the open, and empty air around him. Hopefully Bellamy doesn’t tell Clarke about this.

Bellamy walks into his and Clarke’s shared bedroom, storming over to the dresser and throwing off his jacket. He throws the jacket over a chair, and strips his holster off.

“Murphy doesn’t want to go out with me.” Bellamy says to Clarke, who just watched him storm in. Clarke raises an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?” Clarke asks, closing her book and putting it on the bedside stand. Bellamy huffs and slips off his shoes.

“I asked him to go out, so we could bond, and He doesn’t want to!” Bellamy says exasperatedly. He sighs sadly and Plops down on his side of the bed, turning away from Clarke. Clarke sighs softly and sits behind him, bringing her hands up to massage at his shoulders.

“Are you sure he doesn’t want to?” Clarke asks, and Bellamy looks down at his hands.

“He said he didn’t want to tonight.” Bellamy says softly. He wouldn’t admit it to Murphy, but he was hurt. He wanted this to go well. He wants to be closer to Murphy, and not just for Clarke.

“Well how do you know it doesn’t just mean tonight?” Clarke asks.

“Because why wouldn’t he be able to tonight? What’s stopping him from going out with me tonight? He had today off, tonight too, That’s why I asked him, and we’ve been getting closer the past two weeks!” Bellamy says, his tone harsh. He doesn’t want to be mean about this, but His feelings are hurt. He really doesn’t understand why Murphy wouldn’t want to go out with him. Clarke and said he was willing to try with him, and now he just decided not to be?

“I don’t know, but don’t just assume he doesn’t want to. I know Murphy, he’s been talking about you for a while now. He wants to be close to you.” Clarke says, trying to reassure Bellamy. Bellamy shrugs and sighs.

“I’m just tired, I should just sleep.” Bellamy says, and Clarke nods, letting him lay down. Clarke lays next to him, and pulls him so his head is on her chest. He sighs softly and smiles.

“Night Princess.”

In the morning, Murphy wakes up, and he still feels a dull ache in his back. He grabs the pain pills and takes them, not bothering to grab water. He slips his boots on, and thinks about Bellamy. He wants to be with Bellamy too. He wants their relationship to be good, and he’s scared he may have ruined it all last night. He sighs sadly and slips on a new shirt and pants. Today he will go to Bellamy and explain everything, even if it makes him late for work. Abby will probably just think it’s because of his back or something.

Murphy opens his door, and walks out of it, and starts walking to the guard’s building. He knows Bellamy works today, and he knows he has probably already started. He sighs and starts to walk faster, in his haste he almost runs into someone and apologizes over his shoulder.

He makes it to the guards building and just walks in, not caring about policy. He’s been practicing what he was going to say, and at this point he thinks it’s just better to be straight forward and just say exactly what he wants to. He sees Bellamy across the room and walks straight over, not caring about the people staring at him. Bellamy looks up and quickly sits up seeing Murphy there.

“I pulled my back yesterday, so I couldn’t go out with you. But I can tonight. 8 pm? Come to my room? sit by the fire and have that drink you were talking about.” Murphy rushes out, and Bellamy laughs softly.

“So I just... Completely misunderstood you?” Bellamy asks and Murphy nods. “Yup. Anyways, I’m going to be late for work, So I’ve got to go, but pick me up at 8, huh?” Murphy says, and Bellamy smiles.

“Yeah, sure Murphy, I’d love to.” Bellamy says, and Murphy node awkwardly, before turning around and walking away. Bellamy smiles to himself and Gets ready for the day. He can’t wait for tonight.

10 hours later, after a boring and uneventful day at work, Bellamy is ready to have some fun. He goes to his room, and does something with his hair that nobody understands. Everyone assumes he does something to it, but all he does is put some water on his hands and fluff around his hair a bit. He grabs a nice shirt, Not something too nice, since he doesn’t have that luxury, but something that doesn’t look horrible. He freshens up quickly, splashing his face with water changes into his new clothes he picked out. He smiles at himself in the mirror, and he quickly realizes that he’s excited. He’s excited to go out with Murphy, and he’s not sure if he wants to analyze that fact or not.

He quickly gives Clarke a peck on the lips and runs out their door, realizing he’s late. It’s his first date-but-is-it-really with Murphy, and he’s already late. He quickly, but not quickly enough to make it obvious that he;s rushed, goes down the many halls to Murphy’s room. When he gets there, he’s surprised to see Murphy just entering his room.

“Oh sh-” Murphy cuts himself off, dropping his key. He sighs and picks it up. “Sorry! Someone came in with a huge migraine and couldn’t do anything until they got meds, and I was the one who had to search through the bottles to find something this guy wasn’t allergic to. Seriously, I don’t even understand how he’s still alive on Earth, He’s allergic to almost everything.” Murphy says, laughing softly. Bellamy feels himself smile and finds the story sweet. The Murphy he used to know would never spend his time doing that for someone.

“That’s nice of you.” Bellamy says, and Murphy looks up at him with a smile.

“Yeah, I mean I’m happy to do it, He’s a good guy.” Murphy says, walking into his room which he just now got open. Murphy calls out to him from the inside, “You can come in! It’s kind of a mess, but It’s not too bad.” Bellamy hesitantly walks to the doorway and looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of. looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of.

“It’s not too bad.” Bellamy observes, watching as Murphy goes to his dresser and quickly grabs out clothes. Murphy picks out his outfit, and walks to the bathroom.

“I’m going to change, go ahead and sit on the end I guess.” Murphy says, shrugging. He smiles and walks into the bathroom, quickly getting ready. Bellamy finds himself standing in the middle of the room; he looks at the things on Murphy’s bedside table and smiles. He grabs the book there, reading the title. He sees that it’s Lord Of The Rings, he smiles and tries to remember the plot. He knows it has to do with a ring, an unlikely hero, and a quest with friends, but he’s not sure what happens during it. He opens the book, and looks at the bookmark. It’s a picture of a young man and woman, and a young boy is next to them. It looks like the woman’s face was once crossed out with a marker, but the marker has been scratched at, and he frowns at it. He picks up the picture and flips it over and the back says ‘The Murphy’s’ and he feels his heart break. He hears the door open behind him and he jumps, almost dropping the book and losing Murphy’s spot before catching himself. Murphy freezes when he sees what he’s doing, and winces slightly.

“I said you could sit on the bed, not look through my things.” He half jokes, walking forward and taking the book and picture from his hands and puts the picture back how it was. He puts the book down and turns to the dresser, grabbing his knife from it’s spot. When he made it to Arkadia, he made a new one, since his old one had disappeared in the chaos. He puts the knife in it’s sput on his belt, and turns to Bellamy.

“I’m sorry, I just… I like books, and I wanted to see what you were reading.” Bellamy says, “And then… that kind of turned into me looking at your bookmark.” Bellamy says, his voice dropping. Murphy shrugs.

“Oh well, It’s not like people don’t know I had a family, Bell.” Murphy says, and starts to walk out the door. “Now come on, you have a drink you owe me.” Murphy says, a smile pulling at his features. Bellamy shakes his head and laughs following him out the door. Murphy pulls it shut, and makes sure it’s locked before they walk towards the firepits.

They make it to the fire pits, and Murphy sits down on one of the logs surrounding it. And looks up at Bellamy.

“Drink?” He asks, and Bellamy nods.

“I’ll get you a drink, relax, sit back and watch the fire or something.” Bellamy says, turning around and heading to where Monty is serving his moonshine. Murphy sighs softly and looks up at the sky instead, feeling the cold air go against his face. He hears Bellamy come back, and he opens his eyes to see Bellamy with two cups in his hands.

“Oh thank God, I need a drink.” Murphy says, reaching out. Bellamy chuckles and hands it to him; he sits down and watches as Murphy takes a drink. The moonlight and the fire both create a glow to Murphy, a glow that would be described as magical in the books he read as a kid. He can’t help to think of Murphy as magical in this moment. A kid who grows up with everyone against him, yet now he’s helping everyone by being a doctor?

“I’ve heard you’re a good doctor.” Bellamy says, watching Murphy as he looks at him with happiness.

“Yeah?” Murphy asks, his mouth upturned in a large smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been asking people about you recently…” Bellamy says, before he can stop himself, he sighs realizing how embarrassing that is. “Sorry, I just… After Clarke told me about you, I was very hesitant, and I wanted to know more about you.” Bellamy says.

“Yeah, I know… I’m not the best guy in the world.” Murphy says, looking at the fire in front of him. The flames light up his face, and Bellamy can’t help but think he’s beautiful. He doesn’t know when his thoughts about Murphy went from annoyed, to thinking he’s beautiful. Maybe it was the way Clarke has been talking about him, and explaining why she liked him the way she does.

“You aren’t the worst, either.” Bellamy admits, and Murphy feels himself smile wider.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m good enough.” Murphy says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Bellamy frowns and shakes his head, moving closer to Murphy’s side. Their thighs rub next to each other, and their shoulders bump.

“I-” Bellamy hesitates before speaking, “Look, I’m just overprotective. I worry about Clarke. I don’t want her being with someone who will hurt her. I would be worried no matter who it was, but because of our…” He trails off and gestures vaguely, “History, I’m a bit more hesitant with you.”

"I think I love her, Bell.” Murphy says, confidence in his voice. There’s no ‘think’ to it. He knows he loves her. He closes his eyes and pictures how her lips feel on his cheek, and how the feeling of her hand in his makes him feel. He can picture her smile while he’s alone, and it always cheers him up. It always keeps him going. Bellamy nods and takes a drink from his moonshine, feeling the liquid burn hsi throat slightly. Murphy’s is almost gone already, it’s obvious he’s had a hard time recently.

“I love her, too.” Bellamy says, and Murphy laughs softly. They sit there for a few minutes before Murphy randomly starts talking. Bellamy figures out quickly that he’s just randomly speaking about everything. The color of the sky, the way the trees move, it’s all subjects of Murphy’s rambling and Bellamy finds it endearing.

“Do you ever think of life up there? Do you miss it?” Bellamy asks randomly, interrupting Murphy from his rant about the chancellor. Murphy pauses for a moment, not sure how to answer.

“I think about it, but I don’t miss it. I hated it up there.” Murphy says, and Bellamy looks at him puzzled.

“After everything that’s happened to you down here, you still like it more than up there? Why?” Bellamy asks, and Murphy looks up.

“Up there, it was… Suffocating. I couldn’t get away from anything. I couldn’t get away from the people, the guards, the chancellor, the memories, they were all there. When I walked down the hall to school every day I’d see the airlock chamber and remember my dad dying for me. When I’d look at any door of any room, I’d remember running through the door to find my mom, dying on the floor. I-” He breaks himself off and he sighs. “I hate tight spaces. Always have, and That thing up there? That was the tightest spot. I hate not having control over myself, but up there every single thing I did was stared at and picked at. I was forced to be something I’m not.” Murphy rants, and Bellamy listens, putting a hand on his thigh to calm him down. He had started yelling, and that gained the attention for a few other people.

“And Here? What’s good about here?” Bellamy asks, wanting to know how Murphy feels.

“I’m free. I’m able to eat when I’m hungry, and I’m able to work a good job! I’m able to help people here, when up there I was useless. Down here there’s a possibility for so much more! I can have two kids if I’d want to, and It’ll be okay! I can get medicine for myself when I’m hurt or sick, and I can live.” Murphy says, and Bellamy nods. “My dad… He dreamed of this place. He dreamed of being able to Touch the ground, to touch the leaves… And If this is where he always wanted to be, then obviously it;s better than that piece of junk that used to be in the sky. Up there I wanted to be a doctor, but I wasn’t smart enough. I never was. Here, Abby gave me a chance, and Now I get to save people. You want to know the real, 100% reason all of this is worth it?” Murphy asks, and Bellamy nods. “Clarke… I would have never met Clarke. I would have never met her and gotten this close to her. I would have never met you...” Murphy finishes, and by the time he’s done he’s looking at Bellamy with such a wild look in his eyes.

Bellamy doesn’t understand what’s happening to him, or why he feels so connected to Murphy in this moment, but before he can stop himself he’s surging forward, and connecting their lips. Bellamy grab’s Murphy’s arms and Moves him so he’s facing him, and stradling the log they’re on. Murphy wraps his arms around Bellamy’s neck,and lets him pull him as close as possible, not worrying about the world around them. Murphy pulls back his breath heavy and a huge smile on his face.

“What was that for?” Murphy asks, a wide smile on his face. Bellamy rests his forehead on Murphy’s, and takes a deep breath. He’s not sure how to explain it. He doesn’t know what made him do that, what made him make the choice to kiss the guy he has hated for so long, but recently he just… Hasn’t hated him. The way Murphy has proven himself to be good, the way he cares so deeply for Clarke that everything he has gone through has been worth it, just to meet and fall for her, it all hits him way too hard. And the fact Murphy includes him in that, Murphy includes him in the good he has found on this nightmare of a planet, and Bellamy feels happier about that than he has felt about anything ever.

“Was meeting me really worth the pain?” Bellamy asks, suddenly questioning it. Murphy pulls back a bit and nods.

“Of course. I mean yeah, we haven’t gotten along much in the past, but for the past two weeks, we’ve been getting closer. That’s why you asked me to come, right? Because we’ve been closer?” Murphy asks, and Bellamy smiles.

“Yeah I just… I didn't think I meant that much to you, I thought I was just… Clarke’s boyfriend to you.” Bellamy says, and Murphy cups hsi cheek.

“You could never be ‘just’ anything, Bellamy.” Murphy says, leaning forward and connecting their lips once more. Bellamy pulls back for a second and looks into Murphy’s eyes.

“Come on.” He says, and gets up, pulling himself away from Murphy. Murphy looks up at him in confusion.

“What? Where are we going.” Murphy asks, confused. Bellamy smirks down at him.

“I think Clarke and I have room for one more.” Bellamy says, changing his smirk to a small smile. He puts out his hand and Murphy looks at him in shock before smiling widely. He takes Bellamy’s hand.

[malirbly]

The 100 Fanfiction Options

Here is another post about the wonderful show the 100!!! So I have many plot Ideas for the 100 fanfictions bouncing around in my head so I thought I’d share them and you guys could vote which one I should do first!! I chose my favorite five! 

Option # 1 

Title: I will Command Death

Summary: After irradiating Mt. Weather, and leaving Camp Jaha, Roan kom Azgeda captured her, and brought her to his mother, Queen Nia, who with the agreement to spare her, trained her as a warrior and made her swear fealty to Azgeda, five years later Clarke Griffin or Clarke kom Skaikru is no more she is Klark kom Azgeda, and Wanheda, but no one outside of Azgeda knows that the most powerful Azgedan general is also Wanheda. What happens when Azgeda is called to war with the Heda of the Coalition? 

Option # 2

Title: We won’t just survive, we will thrive

Summary: Emma Clarkson was born in Alpha, seen as privileged for where she grew up. When she landed in the Sky box everyone hated her for being Alpha, what happens when she’s sent in the Dropship headed for earth, and what will she do when she meets the whirlwind of genius named Raven Reyes?

Option # 3 

Title: In love may you find the next

Summary: Heidi Carson, was born in factory station, she was put in the Sky box when she was 11 and now she’s 16 and she’s being sent in the dropship with 99 other delinquents to the ground. Can she survive? Will she survive? Or will earth and her crush on Clarke Griffin be the death of her? Can she find love on the ground?

Option # 4 

Title: Ogeda

Summary: Clarke Griffin was sent to earth with Octavia Blake a few weeks after her father was floated. They land in Trikru, taken in by the people of Ton dc, they defeat the Mounan, ogeda. When the ark lands they find Wanheda and Skairipa, the commander of death and death from above. Can the grounders and Skaikru find peace? Will Skairipa and Wanheda side with The Grounders of Skaikru?

Option # 5 

Title: We will Rise

Summary: What if Skaikru had killed Anya? With her help the alliance with the grounders is more easily made. What happens when Anya finds herself falling for the blue-eyed blonde that saved her from Mount Weather?

Which Option is your favorite?? 

I am aware I’m not the best at summaries sooo, yes, also if you have any better title ideas pls do tell!! :D  

Vote your fav option! 

[fauhnas]

Stay a While With Me

Both avoiding problems of their own, Clarke and Bellamy decide to go on a road trip.

Chapter 3

It's been over an hour since they sped off from their attempted trespassing. The mirth of their laughter still hangs warm in the air, mixing with the music still playing gently from the speakers. It's easy, comfortable.

Clarke glances over at Bellamy, his reflection blurry on the passenger side window-- a mirror forged in the darkness.

Her movement must catch his eye, because he turns towards her; the soft light of the dash illuminating his features. Against the pitch of the night sky on a lonely forgotten stretch of highway, Bellamy may as well be the only other person left on earth. 

He meets her gaze, fond.

"Hey," he says.

She can almost make out the smattering of freckles across his cheeks, the gentle flick of his dark lashes on his brow. But it's his mouth, curving into a smile she knows all too well, that hurts the most.

She doesn't know how she's going to leave him.

Read on AO3

(special thanks to @shialablunt​ for reminding this fic existed)

[okmcintyre]

Bellamy Blake Appreciation Week 2020

We talked about it on show day and I think we ought to showcase Bellamy one last time.

Plus we've been without him for 40min of an episode and we all miss him already! 😂💙

June 11-17th?

That would take us to the day 7x05 presumably airs and we might see him on screen again? Any objections (or suggestions for prompts)?

If we're good I have no problem organizing the details and figuring out a way to get the posts reblogged together? I think it's a great idea 🤷‍♀️

[fire-of-the-sun]

Paths to Eden

A Kabby fanfiction on AO3

Synopsis: Determined to find Abby after her decision to leave the Bunker, Kane searches for her, ready to die by her side. But life isn't through with them yet...

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20522870/chapters/48709595

[through-the-untempered-schism]

Royoza Fan Fic

This is the fault of @Selina_Hypable 

I’m working on getting an account on Archive of Our Own, but since it seems like that’s going to take a few days, here’s da beginning of this crazy fan fic (crazy for me, I don’t do this, K? cool.) that will star the epic love story of Charmaine Diyoza and King Roan of the Anomaly.

(I might be having a little fun making up Anomaly mythology. Enjoy!)

Prologue

The Anomaly [Octavia has left]

“It’s done. She made it through.”

Upon hearing her mother’s words, Hope finally turns away from the green aurora wall, obscuring the life it had just swallowed. She clenches her small fists, and scrunches her eyes close.

Leaves crunch and a warm breath tickles her ear as her mother pulls her in close. “She is brave. She is strong. She will survive.”

Tears squeeze out of her shut eyes as Hope starts to shake. Her small arms encircle her mom’s neck, her breath quickening. “But she won’t be living with us,” she huffs. 

Diyoza’s eyes grow sad and turn inward. Softly, she responds for herself, “No, but she will save us all.”

The anomaly roars its strange roar, and Diyoza picks up her daughter and turns her back to it. It is time for them to face the King.

Chapter 1

Five Days Later

Diyoza sits propped up in the corner of her cell, arms resting on her bent knee, head supported by the bars behind her. Her jaw is loose as she breathes through her parted lips, the taste of stale heat and rusted iron clinging to her dry mouth. Three days she’d been in this cell. There’s no escape. Not from this kind of prison. 

The first day she had paced and plotted. As soon as the blind fold and ropes binding her hands had been untied through the bars of her cell, she turned and grabbed the bars, frantically crying for her daughter. “Where is my Hope? Where did you take my daughter? I’m her mother, tell me my daughter is safe!” 

She played the role of altruistic mother for three hours. Being that the sentiment is completely true, it was not difficult to do. The extended time frame forced the guards to acknowledge some part of shared humanity, that of motherhood. We all come from mothers, and we all understand its bond. Though the guards never moved to acknowledge her words in anyway, she watched the back of the guard directly in front of her door as his muscles began to tense and stiffen his posture for the last hour of her play. She then fell silent for an hour. When she started talking at the end of that hour with a soft, dangerous voice, she saw the shoulders of all 10 guards stiffen.

“I don’t know who you are or where to came from, but I’m going to take a guess and assume you are descendants of Earth, like every other human being I’ve met in my two-hundred and eighty years of life.” Her words were slow and measured, never quickening in passion. “I’m going to assume you read your history books. Which means you know exactly who I am and what I’ve done. On the peculiar chance you don’t know who I am, let me introduce myself. It’s only fitting that I should share my story with my capturers. Even the history books mess up sometimes.

I was born into a family that loved me. But our world was dying. Literally we were clogging the planet with our waste, refusing to clean up after ourselves, or to efficientize our process because “the cost was too high.” Figuratively, we were electing fear and terror as our ruler instead of controlled, logical patience. Tears appeared in the seams of Life’s Portrait, and as we pulled and pulled, the tears began to touch more and more of the portrait and its occupants. Including my family who loved me. When I was 18, my mother was killed during a domestic terror attack. My father and I were the only guardians of my three younger siblings, and my mother had been the breadwinner. My father’s health prevented him from working in any serious capacity. Back then things like an “education” and “viable careers” mattered. They needed those to succeed. So I joined the Navy. Did you know most countries military’s will hand you the world if you just give several decades of your life to its service? Well, mine did. And I was good at it. Really good. I was a three time decorated Navy Seal, doing the impossible for my country, so I might give a life to my two brothers and sister. It worked too...Wistful is not an adjective I ever identify with, but thinking about them, how they took care of each other in secondary school, stayed at the top of their class, got into the best universities around the world...well, it makes me wistful for a time when they were happy. 

Of course the story doesn’t end there - you see, I never got to be a part of their lives very often. My trips home were limited. Killing war criminals is very time consuming. But it paid well. Two had already graduated from their schools, one of which became a big shot accountant at a big and powerful law firm, the other who went into academia to teach and do research at a premier university. The third, my younger sister, became an artist, at the forefront of a group of individuals leading a neo-impressionism movement. Our careers scattered us. But the three of them still got home to celebrate the important things, both big and small. Holidays, birthdays, anniversaries of our mother’s death...they shared those things always. Even so, they always made me feel completely included when I could come. Our familial bond was too strong. 

You’re probably thinking you know how this story ends. My siblings are killed in some event for which my government is responsible. I start up a terrorist organization for revenge. But that’s not the case.”

A furrow appears in Diyoza’s brow, the first crack in her mask, and is gone in a second.

“My name is Charmaine Diyoza. I worked with the United Liberation Army to destroy facist governments like the one that destroyed my country. At the time of my capture, I was the most wanted criminal in the world. They put two bullets through my father’s head for harboring me, and keeping me safe. They saved me when I slashed my own throat. They sent me on a galactic mining trip with hundreds of other unwanted criminals to die. 

I do not just have blood on my hands. There is enough blood to soak my body 100 times over. That is what I was responsible for - until Hope came along.” She finally pauses, a heavy silence settling over the group. “Tell me,” she whispers softly, “what do you think a woman like me would do to save the one who gave me back hope?”

Diyoza stopped and listened to the silence. The only sound was the whispering wind in the branches of the trees. The soldiers made not a single sound, afraid to twitch or so much as breath. Diyoza slowly backed into a corner of the cell, sliding down to sit, her arms propped up on one knee in front of her. A low laugh escaped her lips, and she leaned her head back against the bars, never once closing her eyes.

Day two was their turn to make a move, and she didn’t have to wait long. She had heard the sound of a group approaching for some time now. Her cell was suspended high above ground, nestled amongst branches, with a platform three feet away from the bars encircling her cell on all four sides, leading to the trunk of a tree upon which a staircase wide enough for four people at once circled around and around, until reaching the bottom. It had taken this particular group twenty minutes to ascend. It was the only way up or down from her position.

She had been given no food or water, and the heat was sweltering. The leaved branches at least provided shelter from the sun, but it didn’t prevent the heavy, wet heat that rolled and settled over every inch of her body and clothing. She had moved to stand 15 minutes ago, and her body shook with the effort. But she stood leaning a shoulder against the rods of her cell, one ankle crossed over the other, arms crossed, head tilted, nonchalant superiority radiating from her body. At least she hoped. 

Three of the ten guards stepped aside from the front of her cell to make way for the delegation. No, not a delegation, she decided looking at the knives and swords strapped to their muscled bodies. At the front stood a woman with sun-kissed brown hair, burnt honey skin, and amber eyes. A single sword lay on her right hip, her hand resting on its hilt, but she bore no other weapons like the rest of her companions. Either she is far more deadly than she looks, or she is a royal delegate sent with a dozen soldiers. Looking at the well woven cloth of her garments, still bright in color and in firm shape, she decided on the latter. 

The woman stopped in front of her cell, crossing the 3 feet boundary to stand at her door. She was close enough that Diyoza could see the slight wrinkles on her forehead, and the crows feet at her eyes. Aged, but younger than her own two-hundred and eighty years.

“Charmaine Diyoza, you are hereby notified that you and your daughter are prisoners of the King on account of your actions against the Word of the Stone.” The lion lady’s eyes looked right into her own as she read out the judgment. “The chaos and disorder you have wrought in the few months since your arrival has been considerable and difficult. Under the Laws of the Anomaly, you and your daughter face severe punishment.” Lion lady stopped here, and paused for a lengthy amount of time, enjoying the sight of the weight of her words settling over Diyoza’s traitor frame. 

Diyoza could face any consequence for herself. She already had many times over in her lifetime, what’s one more scar? Except for her daughter. Hope. She had struggled for so long to move on from her blood soaked past, never quite able to stop drowning in it long enough to live. But then she learned of her pregnancy...other humans still lived...she spoke to people who wanted to do better. At first, it didn’t happen. And then we found this god forsaken planet moon with a peaceful society where kids can be kids and grow to be adults with normal problems and a normal life. Until that too turned out to be a lie. Now, she’s here because she knows what she heard, and she will do anything, anything for her daughter. 

A shadow fell over Diyoza’s face as she realizes that as long as they have Hope, she’s fighting with her hands tied behind her back. Still dangerous, but not effective enough to overcome this enemy.

“Hope is receiving the same treatment as you. No human contact, exposure to the elements, and kept without sustenance. She will die by tomorrow if left like that.” Her head tilts, amber eyes gleaming, as she observes her prey, “Though I suppose you could survive a day or maybe even two beyond that,” her eyes dropped to the scar on Diyoza’s neck, “I am sure you’d have no desire to.

The King is willing to spare you and your daughter if you agree to meet and tell him everything you know about the Stone and plans of the Skairipa girl. If you don’t, your daughter will die, and he will get the information he needs from you one way or another.” She straightens her head and reveals a charming smile, sending chills down Diyoza’s spine as she hears the words she says next - “I have no preference for which option you choose.” The smile lingers as she begins to back away. “Simply let a guard know when you are ready to talk, and your daughter will be saved. Otherwise, we will continue tomorrow after her death.” She lightly spins on a heel and walks through her guards to the front of the group to start down the stairs. Diyoza re-evaluates her assessment of the woman being a warrior. 

Diyoza stays standing for another 20 minutes, before allowing herself to slide to the floor, taking up her pose to sit in silence for the remainder of the night.

The sun rose on day three. Diyoza sits propped up in the corner of her cell, arms resting on her bent knee, head supported by the bars behind her. Her jaw is loose as she breathes through her parted lips, the taste of stale heat and rusted iron clinging to her dry mouth.

She knows what she must do. She is trapped in enemy territory, with no leverage or friends on the outside or inside. They have her daughter. She either lives to protect her daughter another day, or dies doing nothing. As she unglues her mouth, moving her tongue to form the words around the cotton its stifled in, she knows she’s making the easiest decision of her life. 

“I will speak with the King.”

[ofhouseadama]

salvation rated t | wc ~1,600 | warnings: none

He paces the front of the small room with slow, measured steps. His growing flock has use of it twice a week in the off-hours of the middle of the afternoon—it’s all the new regime will afford him. He accepts this fact graciously, glad for a place at all. (Post s4. Bunker fic.) 

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

Can’t Tame This Wild Heart

Clarke is excited to participate once more in the volunteer program that her mother joins every summer. Helping other communities have been a balm to her heart after the death of her father and Clarke can't wait to begin. Little does Clarke know that this time things are going to be slightly different. Heading into the depths of the african  jungle Clarke will find someone who has been lost to the world. A young woman who behaves rather differently. Who doesn't speak her language and has clearly no manners. Clarke will begin a journey of discovery; finding friendship, adventure and a wild heart that cannot be tamed.

Art by AleksRin and edition by @unaligned-valkyrie

[fandammit]

It took me literally nine months to get to it, but here’s chapter 1 of 10 (!!!!) for the sequel to An Alchemy of Stardust. I hope everyone enjoys it - especially the fantastic cover art by @zoemorgans, who is forever the best. Please comment and/or leave some kudos! In the meantime, here’s a little snippet...

She lets out a noise that seems to be part gasp, part sob, her eyes wide as she takes in the world. He knows he should be taking in the same sight - the lushness of the trees, the way the light reflects off the lake around them - but all he can see is Abby and the way the sunlight filters through her eyelashes, how she tips her head up and lets the breeze ruffle through her hair.

She turns towards him and laughs, the sound so purely joyful, so filled with delight that he can’t help but wrap his arms around her. Her own arms immediately find their way around his shoulders, her fingers twisting in his hair as he lifts her up off the ground and spins them both around like they’ve both gone twenty years back in time. She shrieks with laughter and for a moment all he can think is that the sound is somehow sweeter in the open air and warm sunlight.

The minute he sets her down, she presses her body closer to him, crashing her lips against his in a kiss that tastes like redemption and feels like sunshine. In it, he pours his own hopes, lets himself indulge in every feeling of want and longing and tenderness. Allows himself to think of nothing but the feel of her in his arms.

[lindseysfandoms]

Hi yes hello please don’t imagine John and Emori, hand in hand, wandering through the ship one night and turning down a very familiar corridor. Don’t imagine John slowing for a moment, confused then realizing, not wanting to go any further but not wanting to worry Emori. Don’t imagine Emori coming across a door with the words “Murphy Family” written clumsily in black ink along it, like a child’s handwriting. Don’t imagine Emori opening the door and cautiously stepping inside, like she’s treading on unhallowed ground, scanning the walls and beds and empty drawers and realizing that this was his home. This was his family. This was his happy. Don’t imagine John looking around the room he hasn’t seen in years and remembering. Remembering his parents dancing to music when they thought he was sleeping. His mother reading him stories. His father teaching him to tie his shoes. The empty spot on the bed where his father used to sleep. The corner his mother would collapse in after a night of liquor. The blood stain on the carpet from when his mother lost control. His mother choking on the floor, death in her eyes. Don’t imagine him hearing the sounds he thought he’d finally escaped from. His parents laughter, rolling marbles on metal, his mothers lullabies, the whispers, the sobs, the moans, the screams that echoed through the vents, the machine hum, the silence. Don’t imagine Emori turning back to him and seeing the sorrow written across his face, the pain buried deep behind his eyes that he never lets show. Don’t imagine him letting go, letting the quiet tears fall, letting his guilt wash over, and Emori embracing him. Don’t imagine them just standing there, holding tight to each other, desperate to hug away the past. Don’t imagine John, whilst stroking Emori’s hair, looking around the room and realizing that that life is over now. But I’m holding a new one in my arms. Don’t imagine John cupping her face in his hand, staring at the person he loved more than anything in the world, at the person who saved his life and made living worth it, and it hitting all him at once. This could be ours. We could have a home. We could build a life here. We could be together. I want a life with you. Don’t imagine him taking her badass hand- the thing that denied her of her own home- and kissing it. Imagine John Murphy, smiling at the love of his life, forgetting every terrible thing his past has shown him, remembering all the good he’s ever had, and looking without fear into the future, and saying “Welcome home”

[inmyownlaine]

Hi,love your writing and was wondering if I could request a John Murphy fluff/angst based on season 2or3 where the reader and him get in an argument about him ‘being with Emori’ but he likes the reader?

John Murphy x Reader: Promises

*Absolutely! Thank you for the suggestion. Also, let's just act like I haven't been MIA for literal months :)

GIF//

Warnings: None to my knowledge!

Word Count: 2078

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“Don’t go,” you begged, grabbing Murphy’s hand as it swung carelessly behind him. When your fingers touched his skin, Murphy stopped immediately. He inhaled heavily through his nose, trying to control the sadness and desire that you sent rippling through his body.

“Murphy, please,” you whimpered.

Murphy’s shoulder dropped as he let the single strap of his backpack slide down his arm. Your eyes lit up, hoping that was a positive sign. Hoping that you were enough to make him stay.

“I can’t.”

“You can,” you said assertively. “Why are you doing this to yourself?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he replied, apologetic eyes looking at you between half-closed eyelids. He was right. You didn’t understand. He had nothing to apologize for. He didn’t have to prove himself to you. Or ask for your forgiveness. None of the things that his blue eyes seemed to convey.

“You don’t need redemption.”

“But if I go now, maybe when I come back-”

“What?” you interrupted. “Everything will suddenly be different?”

“Is it so wrong to want that?” he questioned softly, a shaky sigh leaving his body. You tightened your grip, white knuckles against red calloused ones. Just another casualty of his bad temper.

“Of course not. But you’re not going to fix anything by leaving. You need to stay. Stay and show them who you can be. Don’t leave and prove them right.”

Murphy dropped his head, fixated on your two hands intertwined. There was a lot more going on than the surface discussion. You danced around being in love by using double meanings and knowing glances. This wasn’t about him leaving to find himself. It was about him leaving you.

Glassy eyes meet together in a flurry of uncertainty and passion. The pit of your stomach churned as Murphy leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. They barely touched before he pulled away, eyes closed. It was a kiss that you never wanted to experience, especially being your first.

You knew he was leaving.

“Don’t cry,” he told you, hearing a sniffle escape. His eyes still rested, he quietly spoke, “I will be back. I promise. I have something to come back to.”

“Murphy, I-”

“I promise.” He now faced the reality of the situation, confronting his fears head on as he stared into your bloodshot eyes. There was no way he would ever be the cause of this again. He just needed one chance to make you proud. To clear his name.

“I promise.”

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The taste of dirt and sweat caused you to gag as you were manhandled into the unknown. You had no idea why you were the target of a kidnapping. If anything, you laid low and kept to yourself. Regardless, you followed the directions given to you, fearing what would become of your life if you didn’t.

“I’ve brought you some company!” the voice behind you bellowed. You jumped at the sudden noise, interested in the way he practically sang the announcement.

“Who?” another voice asked, seeming alert and slightly panicked. You knew this voice anywhere and it quickly became clear why you were here. Even still, you obeyed the commands given. If you spoke a word, made any noise, it would be the end of your life.

“Worried, are we?” The man started to laugh heartily as you continued to walk. Every thundering step matched the beating of your heart. What would happen when you finally stopped?

There was no response, so the man began to speak. “Someone who wouldn’t shut up about you. Scared for you. Desperate to see you.”

As if being captured weren’t enough, this was just plain humiliating. He didn’t have to recount all the times you pined after Murphy while he was gone. You lost track of the months it had been since you last saw him. This was not how you wanted to reunite.

“Who. Is. It?” Murphy asked yet again. It was dark and menacing. A resemblance of a person that he used to be. You knew that would always be a part of him. Especially when it involved people that he cared about.

“A girlfriend?” the man guessed. You cringed hearing that word, tormenting and taunting you of what never was. But how Murphy replied was even more heartbreaking.

“Emori?” The man began to cackle once more as Murphy cursed and threatened his life. It was terrible to hear the intensity of his love. How much he cared for someone else while you turned others down, waiting for him.

The man gave you one last shove, causing you to fall to your knees. Through minute gaps in the woven sack over your head, you finally caught an amber hue of light. You groaned in pain, trying your best to stay upright with your hands tied behind your back.

There was a brief moment of silence before another outburst broke out. This time, you heard the scuffling of feet against the floor. Fabric harshly rubbed against a scratchy surface. It sounded like an attempt to escape.

“Let her go!” Murphy yelled.

“Why would I do that? I have everything I need, now. Except for the information.”

“Just let her go and I’ll tell you, okay? I’ll tell you everything,” Murphy frantically said.

“But I’m having so much fun. Maybe just one...little…” A cold blade touched your neck, causing a shriek to escape your throat. He put an ounce of pressure against your rapidly thumping artery.

“I swear to God if you hurt her I will kill you!” Murphy’s voice was full of anguish as it broke here and there. It was a frequency in which you had never heard from him. It was harrowing to witness.

The knife was removed from your neck. In a series of exchanges, Murphy gave him the answer to every single question he asked. When the interrogation was over, you were picked up and moved to a new area. Here, you were tied once more around my stomach.

Then, without warning, the bag was removed from your head. You could barely take in my surroundings before Murphy called your name. Tears fell from your eyes as you saw, for the first time in months, John Murphy. Though you had to admit, he looked worse for wear.

“Murphy,” you cried back, wanting more than anything to be able to touch him. To hug him. To take in his scent. You had been without this man for way too long.

“That’s sweet,” the man, who you could now identify as Titus, interrupted. “But I’ve got what I wanted. For now.” And with that, he turned on his heel and exited the room, leaving you and Murphy alone.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Murphy asked immediately.

“I’m fine,” you replied. “But you don’t look good at all.”

“Yeah, well, being tortured does that to a person.”

“He tortured you?” you questioned, breath leaving your body. Picturing someone hurting Murphy made you sick.

“A few times,” he shrugged.

You wanted to be happy. You wanted to ask him about his trip. You wanted to know if he discovered himself. If he found who he truly was. But you couldn’t get past the fact that he said another girl’s name.

You never claimed to be anything more than friends, but you thought it went without saying. A person doesn’t just kiss someone before they leave. Or promise that they would come back to you.

“I hate that I have to see you like this,” Murphy finally said, breaking the silence. “I always imagined coming back to camp with Jaha’s group. We just saved the human race, or something like that. But it didn’t matter, because I was looking for you.”

“Not Emori?” you mumbled, mustering up the courage to be so bold. Murphy’s eyes grew wide as he avoided your haunting gaze.

“Look, it wasn’t supposed to- she just- we were,” he tried to explain, slumping over in the process.

“I waited for you. Every day,” you admitted. “The last thing I did before I went to bed was look out the gate for you. Every morning I woke up with the hope that it would be the day you came back to me.”

You started to sob, recounting the loneliness that you felt. And the fear of not knowing Murphy’s fate. Were you holding out for someone who was dead? Was it hopeless to wish that he would keep his promise?

“I turned people down. I kept faith in you. I told everyone how proud I was. And then to know that you weren’t keeping me with you at all. I wasn’t even a passing thought.”

“It’s not like that,” Murphy said.

“But it is. She’s your girlfriend.”

“I don’t- love her,” he said softly, swallowing hard enough to make his entire throat bob up and down.

“Then what?” You were at the tipping point with Murphy. Exasperated with his short answers and frustrated with the secrets he was holding. If he wouldn’t be honest with you now, there was no way you would ever be with him in the future.

“I’ve been through a lot. More than I expected.” He stared into the distance, seemingly void of emotion. It was like he was lost, trying hard to remember something that he pushed away. “I was trapped. By myself. 86 days. You know how I spent that time?”

You shook your head in response. He was still burning holes in the wall, but somehow knew that you replied. He smirked slightly before saying, “I thought about you. And how good it would feel to see you once I was out. Granted, I went absolutely crazy in there, but you kept me as sane as I could be.”

You couldn’t help but to chuckle at this. “I can’t imagine you any more psychotic than you are now.”

“Is that so?” he bantered, catching you out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re a freak,” you teased.

“Why? Because I’ve killed a few people?”

“Yeah, that probably contributes.” The two of you shared a smile, falling back into old patterns. You missed having a person that you could shamelessly be yourself around. The quick wit and sly comments were always absorbed and thrown back by Murphy. No one else stood a chance against you.

“When he said he had someone,” Murphy carried on, “you’re the first person I thought of. But it seemed impossible until I saw you. I don’t know what came over me. I- I was blind with rage. I tried to fight my way out. Because if he hurt you-”

Murphy couldn’t bear to finish the sentence. You didn’t need him to. You knew what was left to say. You heard the distinct difference, the silence that fell, when he realized you were the captured person and not Emori.

“I know that doesn’t make any of this right, but I just wanted that feeling of safety that you gave me. And Emori was there. I misplaced it. And I’m sorry,” Murphy apologized.

“What about Emori, then?” you pressed.

“She’s a good person, and she will understand. I just couldn’t live with myself if I left you again.”

“You mean that?” Murphy simply nodded, outstretching his fingers in your direction. Even though you couldn’t hold hands, the sentiment remained as you reflected his actions. You were two people trying to make your own light in the darkest of situations.

“I love you,” you managed to choke out, taking in the dried blood on his hairline and the bruises on his skin. His pant leg was ripped at the cuff and his hands were caked in dirt. You needed him to know that no matter what happened, now and forever, that he could carry this with him. Even after death, if fate so decided.

“I love you, too,” he said, without hesitation or a second thought. It was something he wished he had told you the night he decided to leave. The only thing he regretted once he left the compound.

But he had the chance to fix all of that. And in that moment, he swore that once you escaped, he would always be there to protect you. He would always console you and your wondering thoughts. He would love you the way that he should have a long time ago.

He promised he would always find a way to come back to you.

He promised he would never leave.

He promised.

**Hey, it's Lainey. Slightly embarrassing but I am back from the grave! I hope you all enjoy this and still love Murphy as much as I do <3

[kilibaggins]

Make Me

Roan x Murphy fic

Ao3 Link: HERE

Request: Not Requested!

Prompt: “Stop being so awkward and just kiss me already.”

Summary: "Stop being so awkward and kiss me already." Murphy says. "Make me." Roan says back.

A/N: Tbh i had way too much for with this lol

Setting: Uh? There really isn’t one?

Warnings: Murphy gets pushed against a tree but he doesn't actually take it as threatening at all, he's okay.

Word Count: 635

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“I swear to God, if you don’t stop chewing that loudly I'm going to stab you.” Murphy says, no real menace in his voice. Roan looks at him from over the fire, and then looks down at his food. He scoffs, but eats quieter. Murphy sighs and eats his food as well.

“So, what’s the plan?” Roan asks him suddenly, and Murphy shakes his head.

“I don’t have one. You think I have a plan? We ran away, and no we’re in some cave, what plan could i possibly have?” Murphy says, irritation in his tone. Roan glares, and stands up.

“Fine, I suppose I have to do everything by myself. Come.” Roan says, putting out the fire in front of them. Murphy rolls his eyes and gets up, grabbing his pack.

“I’m not some dog.” He says, following Roan out of the cave.

“Oh really? Then why, may I ask, did you follow the order?” Roan teases, and smirks over his shoulder. Murphy feels his cheeks light up and he flips Roan off.

“Screw you, okay? I followed your order because I’m screwed out here alone.” Murphy grumbles, and Roan keeps walking forward.

A few hours later, after walking a long way Murphy asks, “Where are we going?”, tired of not being told what’s happening all the time.

“Away from here.” Roan says, knowing it’ll get on Murphy’s nerves. He hears Murphy sigh behind him and he smiles to himself.

“Okay, okay, whatever, I guess I’ll trust you and your weird ‘Let’s go out in the middle of the forest because our camp hates us’ thing.” Murphy mocks, thinking about why they’re here in the first place. Roan had joined Arkadia after ALIE, and since then a lot of people had been against him. He was pushed out of areas, made fun of, and excluded from everything there. After Roan's past of being secluded, he had finally hoped to find a place he could just… Be. But that wasn’t the case. Murphy, who has already dealt with this from them for a while, was one of the only people who accepted Roan. So when Roan decided to run away, Murphy was who he went to.

“If you think it’s such a silly idea, why are you here?” Roan asks, stopping and looking back at Murphy.

“Because I don’t have anything better to do.” Murphy snarks, and Roan takes a few steps closer, getting into his personal space. Murphy doesn’t move, just looking up at Roan.

“Admit it. You like my company.” Roan says, smiles softly at him, and Murphy feels his cheeks flush for the second time today.

“Please, you’re just some guy.” Murphy says, shrugging, and Roan grabs his arm and pushe shim against the tree next to them. Murphy gasps and looks up at roan in surprise. “Roan?” He asks.

“I will never be ‘just’ anything.” Roan says, his voice carrying through the air with more dominance than Murphy has heard from the man. Murphy gulps and watches as Roan’s eyes stare down at his lips. Murphy smirks.

“Stop being so awkward and just kiss me already.” Murphy says, and Roan raises an eyebrow, pushing him further against the tree, making it so he can’t move. Roan leans forward, and Murphy closes his eyes, ready for him.

“Make me.” Roan says, before letting go of Murphy, and turning around. He starts walking away, and Murphy opens his eyes and leans against the tree for a while.

“Oh that’s not fair!” Murphy yells, grabbing the pack he had dropped. He runs after Roan.

“What’s not fair?” Roan asks, casual innocence in his voice and Murphy whines. Roan likes the noise.

“Screw you.” Murphy pouts, and Roan turns around, and gives him a soft peck.

“That good enough for you?”

“Yeah, yeah that’s good.”

[fauhnas]

Happy bfsn y’all! I’m super excited for tonight’s episode and for the finale to finally get here so we can finally see the scene Bob and Eliza keep mentioning! Anyways I hope y’ll enjoy!

Tagging: @bellamybb​

 The battle for Eden is over, and Clarke begins to search for Bellamy.

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When the chaos stops and the dust finally settles, she searches for him first.

Madi is by her side, dredging through the ruins of their home. Through the blood and the bodies, and those left barely alive.

She doesn’t even look at Miller as she shoves past him towards Octavia, sitting on her thrown of rubble and death. She should be reveling in their victory, but even Blodreina knows that this is nothing to celebrate.

Clarke marches up to her, demands to see him, to know where he is. She had seen both Indra and Gaia and they had been a promise amidst the fighting that he was still alive.

Octavia narrows her eyes. Her brother had been too keen on stopping the war. Too much of a risk to bring on the march. “He was an enemy of Wonkru,” she spits, “he never left the bunker.”

As Clarke walks away, the thrumming in her ears is louder than the gunshots and screams ever could have been.

She knows what she has to do.

She pulls Madi into a cave where they find her mother and Kane, slumped together in exhaustion, but still glad to see them. They all embrace and she knows her mother is crying, though she can’t quite hear her over the call she hears, beckoning her away from her family and the green of the valley, down deeper, back into the darkness of the earth.

She places a hand on her mother and one on her found daughter and as she holds them she knows there is only one other person who could truly break her.

“Take care of each other,” she says, brushing their cheeks. “I’ll be back soon.”

She makes her way across the sands, her only company the gentle growling of the engine until she’s back in the ruins, out of the rover, beginning her descent. Willingly lighting her own pyre, her own soul’s escort into hell, never once looking back.

The single light from where the first rescue took place shines down on her, bathing her in golden light. She steps out of it, the light dimming as she travels deeper.

Like defeating a mountain, or a tower, or intelligence itself, she does not do it alone.

She can feel him, calling to her so loudly her ears might burst. She is pulled in a way only mirrored hearts can be, his hand reaching from a distance into her chest and around her heart, blood dripping as it’s ripped apart. And yet, she feels at fault. Inside of her, away from him.

The calling continues to drum in her ears, circling around her bleeding heart until she floats up to the lockup door.

She opens it, and seeing him, she is suddenly shifted back into reality. Her feet land firmly on the ground, the wind knocked out of her.

Bellamy is a crumpled figure, barely sitting up against the far side of the room. She runs to him, feet echoing off the concrete walls.

He’s pale and thin, eyes closed and unmoving. Her whole body buckles, and she lands beside him on her knees. Hesitant, she reaches out to him, afraid of the answers she may find. Cold skin meets her fingertips as she strokes his cheek.

The world goes blurry as her hands start to shake.

“Bellamy, please.” It's a sob, short and strangled.

She grabs at his shirt and lays her head against his chest, letting the tears and the panic and the sadness cover her in an encompassing numbness. The least she can do is let a little piece of herself rest here, with him.

She looses track of how long she lays there, becoming one with the dead. When she speaks again, her heart is still beating in her ears. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers into him.

The beating in her ears continues to thrum, quietly, resiliently, as she feels a hand move with great effort to her back. Slowly it stops, warmer than it should be, resting right above her heart.

[slackru-blog]

Do you have a Kabby AU that you’ve been wanting to write but have been lacking motivation? Are you an artist who’s been a little low on inspiration lately? Then the Slackru Big Bang might be just what you need! 

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