for @cordelia-stark-jones hope you like this honey!
AN: Quiet doesn’t necessarily mean shy or
cowardly, and the reader has just about enough of being underestimated like
Characters: John Murphy, Bellamy Blake, Clarke Griffin, OC Delinquents
Pairing: Murphy x reader
Warnings: Canon non-compliant
“Morning House Mouse,” Bellamy called as he
walked past you and into the dropship, “still not talking I see?”
You rolled your eyes fondly at the older
man and went back to work cataloguing all of Clarke’s medical supplies.
“She talks, Bellamy.” Clarke reminded, “She
just doesn’t talk to you.”
“Or Mbege, or Atom or Finn or literally
anyone who isn’t you.” Bellamy corrected without any real malice.
Things were quiet and peaceful at camp for
once, and neither of your leaders were particularly keen on ruining that with
more pointless squabbling. Bellamy took his usual seat, lounging on the
makeshift couch next to the door, and began giving Clarke his report on the
repairs of the wall, namely that progress was slow but it wasn’t a complete
You tuned this conversation out and went
back to cataloguing, humming to yourself absentmindedly as you worked. Soon
enough, the sound of someone approaching broke you out of your reverie and a
familiar face made its way into the dropship.
“Morning Oh Fearless Leaders,“ John Murphy
crooned, giving you a sideways smile as he did, “morning Y/N, you’re looking
You blushed and shook your head, “Morning
Murphy, still being a complete menace?”
Bellamy choked on his water as sat up, his
eyes wide and disbelieving. Seemingly at a loss for words, he pointed between
you and Murphy, his eyes watering from the choking.
“You spoke!” he eventually exclaimed, “You
spoke! She spoke-did you he-she spoke!” he turned to Murphy, “You made her
Murphy shrugged and gave you an exaggerated
wink. You giggled and went back to your work mumbling ‘menace’ under your
breath as you did.
“I told you,” Clarke smiled, “she does
talk, just not to you.”
Bellamy made an indignant noise and began
to argue with Clarke. You tuned this out as well, too used to this kind of good
natured debate to be really worried. Murphy leant his elbows on the counter you
were working on and watched for a while. This also wasn’t unusual, but you’d
never quite gotten used to looking up and having him so close, it was
exhilarating and nerve-wracking all at once.
“You’d think that by now they would’ve just
given up and had sex, huh?” he commented casually, gesturing to Bellamy and
Clarke with his head.
You made the mistake of looking up and
regretted it as soon as his ice-blue eyes met yours and your face flushed
bright red again.
Embarrassed, you looked back down and
shrugged, “I thought Clarke and Finn were a thing.”
“Oh, they are.” Murphy continued,
effortlessly cool and collected, as usual, “but some things are just
inevitable. Finn’s too…goody goody for Clarke. She’ll eventually get bored of
him and then, voila, the Bellarke moment we’ve all been waiting for.”
You snorted and looked up again,
“Yeah, Bellarke,” Murphy explained, leaning
closer, ”Bellamy and Clarke, Bellarke. Come on, that’s pretty clever, right?”
You weighed the options in your mind before
giving John a bright smile to signify that you agreed.
“Knew you’d see things my way.” He said,
obviously pleased, “Listen, come find me later yeah? I feel like you and I
haven’t spent much time together recently.” He looked down and, for the first
time, looked nervous, scratching the table with his nails to avoid making
eye-contact, “I miss you.”
You tried not to smile at that, but put
your hand on his comfortingly, “I’ve missed you too. As soon as I’m done we’ll
hang out okay? Just like old times.”
Murphy smiled and rapped the wood of the
table with his knuckles as he left. You tried to put his smile out of your mind
as you worked, chuckling every time Bellamy or Clarke made a particularly witty
The day passed quickly enough and,
eventually you relented and began to talk to Bellamy, which made him almost
comically happy. He was good company, Bellamy Blake, quick to laugh and
generous with his humour, and before long it felt as though you’d always been
“So,” he eventually asked, “what’s with the
whole Not Talking thing you do?”
You shrugged, “People tend to be more
honest when they think you’ll never tell anyone their secrets.” You admitted, “So
I let people believe I’m mute. The more they underestimate me, the safer and
more powerful I become.”
“Is that so?” Bellamy asked
“Oh, most definitely,” you assured, “You wouldn’t
believe all the things I know about the people in this camp.”
ground was damp beneath your feet when you finally left the dropship. The sound
of laughter and the steady hum of movement wrapped around you like a blanket
and it was, after all this time, a comforting sound. It had been almost two
months since the grounder attack and, in that time, the camp had grown strong
You stopped and leant your head back so
that the heat of the evening sun could leach into your skin and warm your
bones. John had always said that you were bred for the cold, that your bones
were made of ice and your blood ran a few degrees colder than anyone else’s, but
in reality you liked the sun more than most. You were still and silent, but you
weren’t really cold, not by nature. You’d learned to listen and bide your time
the hard way, and you refused to apologise for it.
John said that that was part of your charm
and that your silence made everything you said more important. When you’d first
been shoved roughly into a cell, it’d been John Murphy who’d comforted you. He’d
made sure that you were fed and treated properly and he’d never pushed you to
talk before you were ready to, nor mocked you for your silence. You’d loved him
Suddenly, you heard the bark of cruel
laughter that singled out Roberto, a bully who’d had it out for Murphy since
“Still here are you, traitor?” the boy
spat, something glinting evilly in his hand.
“I don’t want any trouble,” Murphy said
Your heartrate increased as you strode
towards the boys. John was surrounded, five of Roberto’s cronies formed a loose
circle around him and, as far as you could see, Murphy had nothing to defend
“Well, you should’ve thought of that before
you sold us out to the grounders then, shouldn’t you?” one of the others
“Yeah, we lost a lot of good people thanks
to you. From where I’m sitting, it seems like we’d be justified just slitting
your throat right now.” Roberto threatened.
Quick as a flash, someone had Murphy’s arms
pinned behind his back and Roberto had a knife pressed to John’s throat. You
pushed your way into the circle, which broke before you out of pure shock. You
put your hand on Roberto’s arm. Murphy’s eyes flicked to yours quickly, filled
“Stay out of this Ghost Girl,” a boy warned.
“Let him go,” you said, letting your voice
ring out through the camp, “let him go or I swear to God I’ll snap you in two.”
For a long moment the boys just stared at
you in shock.
“Oh? And how would you manage that?”
Roberto asked, his voice quivering lightly. He was afraid, merely because you
were such a mystery.
“Quite easily I should think.” You answered,
“After all I did kill two guards. It took another four to take me down.” You explained,
“One girl against six grown men. Would any of you like to see how you’d fare?”
Without another word, the boys dispersed,
and Murphy was safe. You felt your body relax and you pulled the boy into a
Murphy squeezed you tight, laughing with
relief, “You’re amazing, you’re absolutely amazing.”
you alright?” you asked after you released him, “Did they hurt you at all?”
“No, no, I’m alright.” He promised, “Thanks
to you. Y/N, honestly you’re the most awe-inspiring person I’ve ever known.”
“You didn’t think I’d let them hurt you,
Murphy’s eyes softened and, for a long
moment, he looked sad.
“They’re right though, all those people who
died; they died because of me.” He said softly.
You shook your head, “Murph, they died
because the grounders killed them, not because of you.”
“The grounders killed them because I told
them how to. Their deaths are on my shoulders.”
“It’s in the past,” You promised, cupping
the boy’s cheek with your hand and making his breath pause in his throat, “please,
stop tearing yourself apart over it. What’s important now is that we fight for
what we have left.”
“What do I have left?” he asked, his voice
barely a whisper.
You thought for a moment, “You have me.”
“Yes, and I have you, don’t I?” you
continued, feeling your heart beat like a kick drum in your chest.
John nodded, a hint of a smile on his lips,
“You’ve always had me. Every day, since the moment we met.”
You leant up and captured his lips with
your own, winding your fingers through his hair and sighing as he gripped your
“I love you,” he whispered against your
“I love you too,” you replied.
“You mean that?”
You looked up at the boy and smiled, “I
mean everything I say John, I thought you knew that.”