Murphy: Fight Me Bitch

Requested by moonlittears21

It was well known that you were NOT someone to be messed with inside the camp, out of all the delinquents, you were the most feared. The difference between you and Murphy was you were also loved, you were a sweetheart and ton of fun to be around when you were in a good mood. If everyone stayed in their place, you were a joyous person. Murphy was an asshole 24/7. Everyone, including him, knew you were the only person who didn't mind taking him on. He never pushed you to that point until today.

"Hey jackass! Let her go!" You shout, your eyes locking on the bully. He stood over a younger girl, a death grip on her wrists. She was kicking and screaming while he tried to pry her wristband off, a crowd of people stood around to watch. He stopped for a second when he heard your voice, looking up to sneer at you.

"Fuck off, Y/n" He says, turning his attention back to the weeping girl.

"I said," You growl, stomping toward him. You grab his shoulder and shove him.

"Get off of her."

"You bitch!" He yells, getting back up and dusting himself off.

"You know, I never wanted to hit a girl, but I might have to reconsider." He says, flashing that famous smirk, walking closer slowly, trying to intimidate you.

"Come at me then," You bite back, matching his pace. You stop right in front of him, inches from his face.

"Bitch." You whisper, mocking him. His smirk falls, a scowl finding home right before his fist connects to your jaw. You stumble back, you hear Bellamy yell from behind you. He goes to run past you and attack Murphy but you slam your arm into his chest, stopping him. You laugh, a sadistic smile on your face as you wipe the blood from your mouth.

"I got this." You speak, walking in front of Bellamy.

"You hit like your mother." You shout, locking eyes with Murphy. Half the fight was verbal, that's how you beat men twice your size. You fucked with their heads, making them attack with thoughtless blind anger.

"Or was it your father? Huh. I cant remember." You grin, seeing the anger rise inside the young boy. He runs at you. Fist clenched, within the blink of an eye your left arm grabs his wrist and your right connects with the side of his neck, shoving him past you and down to the ground. You twist his arm up when he falls, holding his wrist with both hands and placing your boot on his back. He struggles to move but you have him lock in place, face first in the dirt.

"Tsk tsk tsk, anger controls you, Murphy. That will be your downfall." You say, shoving his arm back at him and lifting your foot. You turn, victory warming in your heart, and walk away.

Later that night, you sat alone on a log, eating dinner. You loved some peace an quiet when the night falls, it was so surreal. That is, until an infamous face comes out from the shadows and sits softly beside you. You don't have to look to know who it is. John Murphy. You wait for him to speak first. A few minutes pass, until his soft voice lets out.

"You're a hell of a fighter." He says quietly, not out of fear or bitterness, but out of respect.

"Thank you, I taught myself." You reply, smiling softly to yourself.

"Really?" He asks, surprised.

"Yeah, I got tired of being weak, of being the little girl who needed saving. So I built myself into someone I could be proud of."

"Wow, that's pretty amazing." He responds, smiling. Silence overtakes you both again.

"You know..." You speak up, shuffling your feet in the dirt.

"You're not too bad yourself, you just got to fight with less emotion." You give the best compliment you are capable of, and he knows this. He smiles, chuckling and looking down at his hands.

"Thanks, Y/n. I'll keep that in mind." You both laugh, something you thought impossible.

"Im not a bad guy, you know. I'm a little rough but..." He says quietly trailing off, looking at you in the light glow of the fire.

"Are you though? I mean...You pissed on a guy, Murphy. Good guys don't do that."

"I know, I know...I-" He pauses, looking back down at his hands. He takes a deep breath before returning to look into your eyes.

"Give me a chance, a chance to prove I'm not a complete asshole. Please?" He says softly, and you smile.

"Of course, John."