rainbowslinky + pairing:connor/murphy   9

tacks: fic.
In which Connor can speak only truth, and Murphy can see only justice.
fandom:boondocksaints  pairing:connor/murphy  type:oneshot  author:tacks  rating:r  genre:angst 
may 2010 by rainbowslinky
bds_fic: Title: -Precipice- [Note: er, I am atroc
There is anger in the room. Murph is bent with the force of it, base of his spine against the wall, one hand braced on his thigh and the other with the cigarette in it spitting sparks and ash when he gestures violently at Connor, his mouth letting fly the same.
fandom:boondocksaints  genre:angst  author:tacks  pairing:connor/murphy  rating:r 
may 2010 by rainbowslinky
tacks: You'll never know how happy I am to have
He tries not to move when his brother tilts his head and starts to write, quickly, silently, on the slope of his side, even though his muscles skip shiver at the pen at first.
fandom:boondocksaints  tag:temp.reread  pairing:connor/murphy  genre:angst  rating:pg-13  notes:beautiful  author:tacks 
march 2010 by rainbowslinky
Devotion
"I've killed seventy-four men And that's not what I'm going to go To hell for." Connor tries to pray as he struggles with his feelings for his brother.
year:unknown  fandom:boondocksaints  pairing:connor/murphy  rating:r  notes:beautiful  length:<1k 
march 2010 by rainbowslinky
frooit: fic:
And Murphy really thought he was dead. That was it, boy. The last look at the sky, prayer and mumble, knees gone numb from thin carpeting in thin old churches. Kneel and repent, face down, sorrow, pity, blood flowing like words through your fingers. Last blink, drink, the last upside-down look at the world as you go down, down. Nowhere. He was never so lucky, he'd lie—he got the tunnel of light. People didn't make that up. It was the spiral, the tight flash, slam, air gone, and he was so sure—so sure—that he's wincing and cringing when his eyes open and he's not.
fandom:boondocksaints  pairing:connor/murphy  authors:f  site:lj  year:2005 
march 2010 by rainbowslinky
frooit: FIC:
Not quite sane, not quite insane. Not quite sick, but not quite healthy.
fandom:boondocksaints  site:lj  pairing:connor/murphy  length:?  year:2004  authors:f 
march 2010 by rainbowslinky
bds_fic: fic: Touch (Connor/Murphy, 1/1, PG)
Connor's always felt a bit removed from life – like he's watching rather than doing. Watching Murphy, usually.
fandom:boondocksaints  pairing:connor/murphy  genre:angst  notes:beautiful 
march 2010 by rainbowslinky
Negative Space
Sometimes, when it's just the two of them, Murphy tries to lay a palm on his shoulder, nape, the small of his back, just a warm, relaxing sort of weight, just a momentary rest, but Connor shrugs away and Da could walk in any moment wondering why they're not already packed to leave. So after a while Murphy just looks at him, long stretches of it, quiet, waiting. And he says something like, "hey." That's all--just that. Look. Wake up. Hey. Like tossing stones into a well and listening for an echo that never comes.
fandom:boondocksaints  rating:nc-17  pairing:connor/murphy  genre:angst  setting:post-movie  tag:temp.reread  notes:beautiful  authors:e 
march 2010 by rainbowslinky

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