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

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

warning/s 🚫: swearing, gif not mine

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

“pike!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“we can protect ourselves.”

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

“that’s different.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n?”

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

“bellamy, go away.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n, just listen.”

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

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

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

“y/n, please, put the gun down”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“y/n, you trust me?”

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

“i had to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“do anything and i’ll kill you.”

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John Murphy-Please

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

Words: 1,4k

[Flashback]

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

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

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

I walked out, applying pressure on my wound.

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

[Present time]

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

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

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

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

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

“Dying. Same as you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t wanna die alone.”

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

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

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

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

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

He was speechless.

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

After what seemed an eternity, I felt dizzy.

“Y/N?” My head hit the ground. “Y/N!”

[Murphy’s POV]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s still alive.

[Time Skip]

[Y/N’s POV]

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

John.

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

“Hi sweetheart. How are you feeling?”

“Awesome.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take it out”

[Time skip]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[John’s POV]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She has to make it.

I swear to God, I can’t lose her.

Not again.

John Murphy - Runaway

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

Words: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

[Flashback]

John Murphy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His wincing caught me awake.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hear what?”

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

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

To my surprise, the door opened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Flashback]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The beginning of something more than a friendship.

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

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

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

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

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

“Why do you like me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I like you too.”