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crack_van2009-12-03 03:31 pm
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Security by: TsukiKarp (PG13)
*Waves* Hi everyone! I'm going to try and do two or three recs a week. Most will be Connor/Murphy but I will through some gen in every once-in-while.
Fandom: BOONDOCK SAINTS
Pairing: Could easily be seen as Connor MacManus/Murphy MacManus
Length: One-Shot
Author on LJ: TsukiKarp is no longer on LJ
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read: This is a Gap-filler for the night the boys spend in the prison cell. I like it because it's a good look into Connor's head. It also shows what the boys childhoods could have been like. The author doesn't ignore how close the boys but shows that they always been this way.
Murphy’s already asleep on his issued police cot, quietly snoring— though if Connor ever called him on that, he would quickly deny it. Murphy looks peaceful, even with the dried purple blood crusted on his bottom lip.
He looks angelic.
Connor shudders again, but now it’s not because of the cold. It’s because the terror, which he had since restrained with astronomical amounts of control and adrenaline, slams into him full force. God, he was just so… so fucking… scared.
His knees start to prickle, his legs beginning to fall asleep, and Connor realizes that he has been kneeling on the hard holding cell floor for a quarter of an hour now, and has not even begun his original intention. He has not even begun to pray.
He crosses himself slowly, his hand trembling slightly. Just so fucking scared!
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Fandom: BOONDOCK SAINTS
Pairing: Could easily be seen as Connor MacManus/Murphy MacManus
Length: One-Shot
Author on LJ: TsukiKarp is no longer on LJ
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read: This is a Gap-filler for the night the boys spend in the prison cell. I like it because it's a good look into Connor's head. It also shows what the boys childhoods could have been like. The author doesn't ignore how close the boys but shows that they always been this way.
Murphy’s already asleep on his issued police cot, quietly snoring— though if Connor ever called him on that, he would quickly deny it. Murphy looks peaceful, even with the dried purple blood crusted on his bottom lip.
He looks angelic.
Connor shudders again, but now it’s not because of the cold. It’s because the terror, which he had since restrained with astronomical amounts of control and adrenaline, slams into him full force. God, he was just so… so fucking… scared.
His knees start to prickle, his legs beginning to fall asleep, and Connor realizes that he has been kneeling on the hard holding cell floor for a quarter of an hour now, and has not even begun his original intention. He has not even begun to pray.
He crosses himself slowly, his hand trembling slightly. Just so fucking scared!
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