A/N: I just love, love, love, love Boondock Saints, and I can’t wait for the third movie to finally come out…you know….whenever they finally finish writing it. ;) But yeah, I hope you enjoy!
Fandom: Boondock Saints
Pairing: Murphy x Reader
Warnings: None, really. Description of blood, and hurt!Murphy, but otherwise….
With a sigh you threw your keys on the table in the corner of the room, closing the door of your flat with the heel of your shoe. You resisted the urge to slide down on the floor as you walked into the kitchen, your gut filled with disappointment. Of course it was too much to ask that one thing in your life would go right for once. You sat down on a chair, burying your head in your hands. When you had left the flat about two hours ago, you had been filled with excitement and joy, butterflies in your stomach. Finally Murphy McManus, the guy you had a crush on since you had met him on Saint Patrick’s Day a year ago, had asked you on a date. But he didn’t show up.
You had waited for more than an hour in the bar, before you had finally given up. It was clear that Murphy wasn’t going to come, and after the waiter had asked you for the third time if you wanted to order something you’d had enough. The pity in his eyes was more than you could bear. The sad part was, that you had really thought Murphy was different than the other guys out there. For as long as you’d known him, he’d been kind, sweet and caring, a funny and adorable guy you loved to hang out with. But now it seemed that you had been deceived by his beautiful blue eyes.
Two hours later you were sitting in front of your TV, watching one of these stupid romance movies you usually hated, shovelling spoon after spoon of ice cream into your mouth. Even you hated how cliché your reaction was, but then again, it made you feel better. But your almost idyllic self-pity party was interrupted by a loud banging on the door, just as the two protagonists were about to kiss. Cursing under your breath you turned the TV off, straightening your clothes to make you look at least a little bit respectable, if that was even possible.
Intending to give the unwelcome intruder an earful, you stormed toward the door. Not bothering to check who was disturbing your peace, you jerked the door open – only to be met with a bloody and tired looking Irish, who was leaning against the frame.
“Oh my god, Murphy! What happened?”
You stepped forward and helped him get inside, all thoughts of being angry at him forgotten. He looked as if he had been dragged through hell and back, and when you touched his left arm to stabilise him he let out a moan and jerked away. His face was swollen and smeared with dried blood. You followed him with wide eyes as he stumbled into your living room and leaned against the counter.
“It’s a long story.”
He shrugged, followed by a wince.
“You need to sit down.”
It didn’t even matter to you what exactly had happened to him. What was important was that he was here and he definitely needed your help. So you slowly guided him towards the couch, watching with concern as he sank down between the soft pillows. It seemed to take up a lot of his willpower to not scream out in pain at even this slow movement.
You hurried to get your first aid kit out of the bathroom. Luckily it was completely full, considering that you never had to use it before. When you came back into the living room Murphy was resting his head against the back of the couch, his eyes closed, but when he heard your steps he tried to sit up.
“Take off your shirt.” You ordered, balancing the first aid kit and a bottle of peroxide in your arms.
While he complied, somehow finding the strength for a suggestive smirk, you put the supplies down on the living room table. You sat down next to him, regarding his injuries. There were bruises and cuts all over his torso. His lip was swollen and a small trickle of blood was still oozing out of a cut in his left cheek. There was a badly bandaged burn wound on his left arm, and his wrists were chaffed and bloody. You sucked in your lower lip, as you reached for the peroxide.
“Bad day, I guess.”
He chuckled, but it turned into a hiss as you poured the peroxide over his wounds, trying to clean them with a clean rag from your kitchen. He stared down at you, the muscles around his jaw clenched tightly, as he tried desperately to keep his torso relaxed, so he wouldn’t hinder your treatment.
“You could say that.” He pressed out.
When you had cleaned all of the wounds on his chest and stomach, you bandaged them. He watched you work with half-closed eyes. You, on the other hand, were concentrated on your work, scared that you might hurt him if you let your mind wander. Still you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him. Your thoughts were interrupted by him grabbing your hand when you were done with the last cut. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand slowly.
“I’m sorry I missed our date.” He murmured. “But as you might guess I didn’t have the chance to leave.”
You looked up at him, worry in your eyes, and you slowly shook your head.
“That’s the last thing on my mind right now, Murphy. I swear. I just want you to feel better, that’s all.” You hesitated. “Do you wanna tell me what’s going on?”
He smiled and shook his head, a painful expression etched into his features.
“I wanna, but I can’t. I won’t let it affect you though, I swear.”
You looked down at your locked hands, playing with his fingers.
“Can I help?”
“You already did.” The tone of his voice was gentle, as he tilted your head back up with his finger so he could look into your eyes. “I had the worst day of my life today, but I didn’t lose hope because of you. There are so many bad people out there, but humanity can’t be the problem if it also produces people like you. And (y/n)…sometimes I wondered if I might be a bad guy, too, but you agreed to go on a date with me, so I can’t be that bad. I just needed to see you tonight, to remind me of that.”
You let out a chuckle, and smiled at him. Your insides were in turmoil, though, despite your calm appearance. While butterflies were fluttering in your stomach again, your intestines clenched together. You could feel your heartbeat speed up, and it almost hurt you to hear these words. You knew you were in too deep now to turn away, when you realised his words had made it harder to breath.
“You’re not, Murphy. I don’t know what happened today, but…” You squeezed his hand. “you’re one of the good guys. You and Connor, you are the kindest and nicest people I know. You’re something special.”
He hummed and reached up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your mouth. His eyes flickered down to your lips, and before you knew it you had leaned in, closing the space between you. Your lips fit naturally together, and even though he tasted faintly like alcohol and blood, it was the most electrifying kiss you’d ever shared. It was as if your actions had opened a window to his soul, and he was pouring all his desperate love and admiration into the kiss. When you parted you knew without a doubt that how he felt about you.
With wide eyes you stared into his blue orbs, before you broke into a gentle smile.
“Is breá liom tú, mo chroí.” He whispered against your lips. “Tá mé ar feadh i bhfad anois”
Even though you couldn’t understand his words, they resonated with something deep inside your soul, and you knew what he was trying to say. You leaned your forehead against his and closed your eyes, your heart pounding.
“I love you, too, Murphy.” You whispered. “And nothing will change that.”
With one of your hands still on his torso, you could feel his heartbeat speeding up, and you smiled against his lips as he kissed you again.