Hey you guys, just starting this author's note to let you all know that this is going to be a cross between a collection of one-shots and a genuine multi-chapter story. They are mainly based on a bunch of kink-meme prompts that I received from one of my friends the other day. They aren't going to have much of a plot-line to them, just mainly a bunch of Connor and Murphy smutty goodness that we all revel in. They start a little before the first movie and if you guys and/or all my friends want to send me additional kink-meme's as we go along, then that is perfectly fine with me - I'll continue them so long as I continue getting them. Just PM me if you have any ideas.

Anyway, onwards to the story!

- Nagiana

Disclaimer - I do not own Boondock Saints or anything associated with Boondock Saints. If I did, I would never get any writing done. The only characters I own are Branna and any others you do not readily recognize.

PS - There is some use of Irish words in these collection's of one-shots. I have researched them to the best of my ability but if any of you out there notice any mistakes, then please, let me know. Translations will be included as they needed at the beginning of every one-shot.

1.) Branna - From bran "raven," a way of saying "beauty with hair as dark as a raven."

No matter how hard he fackin' tried, Connor MacManus could not force himself to drag his eyes away from the woman standing at the counter in front of him at the small coffee shop located in their Irish neighborhood in Boston. Dear God in Heaven, Holy Mother of Christ and Spiritus Sancti, he wish he could, but no matter how hard and no matter how many intensely amused grins Murphy kept sending him from his place beside him, Connor could not tear his eyes away from the woman's glorious ass . . . ets.

Yeah, that was it – let him go with that.

His eyes quickly scanned the woman up and down in front of him, lest she turn around and actually catch him eye-humping her. Her dark grey skirt, tighter around her hips and which flared out slightly around her knees emphasized her glorious hindquarters, possessed a grey blazer to match, although he wasn't exactly gazing at the blazer. Her midsection curved inward before giving smoothly away to her rounder, wider hips and then those glorious hindquarters that was so devilishly ensnaring Connor. Connor MacManus had always had a thing for thick women (and he always would point out that it was thick as in voluptuous – there was distinct difference between that and thick as in the lady in question needed to put down the fork!). And of course, Murphy was eyeing her form head-to-toe too, but not nearly as badly as his brother was.

Shit, if Connor MacManus believed in such a totally bullshit thing as true love, then he would say then, with one hundred percent certainty, that at that moment, he had been pierced through the heart with one of Cupid's arrows.

Oh please, dear God in Heaven, let her be as abso-fuckin'-lutely gorgeous when she turns 'round as she is from behind! Connor found himself praying, even as he continued to observe her. Her hair, which hung down to the small of her back, was a pin-straight, jet black waterfall that shone as though it was a glare on a sparkling window. Murphy was still standing beside him, quietly gazing at the woman in front of them but occasionally shooting Connor a grin when he found his brother's gaze still hadn't left the woman's ass - not for a damn second.

Yup, it was becoming pretty clear to Murphy that Connor was an ass man.

Finally, when it became pretty apparent that Murphy was gazing at him with a shit-eating grin on his face, Connor finally managed to drag his eyes up and away from the woman before turning his gaze onto his brother instead. After returning his grin, he nodded and after pointing to the woman, pretended to swoon, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. Murphy continued to grin as he shook his head. His fingers ran across his lips and when Connor winked to him, Murphy immediately let out a bark of a laugh. The woman heard the laugh and glanced over her shoulder at the two of them, her eyes settling briefly on Murphy laughing at his brother before moving to linger a little longer on Connor standing beside him. His face fell into a dark pit of expressionlessness as their eyes connected.

"Oh fuck . . ." He couldn't help but mutter in awe and Murphy couldn't help but let out another laugh as a look of intense amusement immediately appeared in the woman's eyes. Murphy roughly elbowed Connor in the ribs and he jumped at the sharp pain but then shook his head when he realized what he had said had been completely boneheaded. Nice goin' Conn! Now she prolly tinks ya jus' some dumb Irishman who can' keep his eyes to hisself!

Well . . . not that he had been doing a good job up until then, anyway . . .

With her eyebrow still arched in amusement, she took her own turn to quickly run her eyes up and down the man's body standing behind her. She saw his short, light brown hair and his rugged, bronze features. Although it was probably going to be against her better judgment, she found him to be insanely attractive. He had royal blue eyes that the man standing beside him seemed to share (she wondered briefly if they were brothers) and a charming smile that was wrapped by a goatee-mustache combination. She felt as if she had been staring at him as badly as he had been staring at her, but in reality it had been only seconds. He looked into her eyes and decided for himself that she really was, very truly, gorgeous.

Connor would never have before said that he was emotional until it came to the whole good vs. evil debate and he found it intensely hard to believe that he was actually sizing up this woman who stood in front of him. However, this woman also seemed like something else to him - he couldn't quite figure it out. His eyes ran quickly over her bright, expressive emerald green eyes with such an observant nature - her full, pouty lips, which were so delicate, full and stained a lovely pink. Her cheeks were well formed in two small cups on her face that left just the right definition on her cheek bones. Her skin looked smooth and creamy and glowed a rich olive color. When she turned back around to face ahead of the counter, Conner immediately regretted ever looking at her with such an intense stare. He wanted to introduce himself but suddenly found himself too shy. That was the aspect of Connor's persona that not many people knew about: he didn't know how to approach women. Women had always approached him – almost never the other way around.

His last fling, casual fuck –whatever you wanted to call it – had been with a young woman who clearly needed to understand that the punk era of rock music was dead and gone - especially in Irish Boston. Her name had been Stacey Fitzgerald and while his mother would have skewered him upon sight after learning that he had ever put his cock inside a Limey Brit, she had been the one who approached him and who was he to complain about a free fuck? And granted, she hadn't exactly been one of the best looking women at the bar he could have taken back to the apartment (and believe him - he almost didn't hear the end of it from Murphy for weeks!) but when she walked over, swaying her little bony hips and looked up at him with a devilish stare he knew his mind had already said 'fuck it'. She whispered softly in his ear, speaking of the dirtiest things imaginable and before Connor knew it, she was begging him to spend the night with her, softly caressing the crotch of his pants as she did so. Connor couldn't deny that he liked it but he felt a little pushed into it, nonetheless. He hadn't liked her that much either - he eventually found her voice annoying and her board-like body absolutely uninspiring in the bedroom. Murphy had absolutely hated her and that hate had eventually been the driving force to the dissolution of their relationship - or whatever their relationship had been to begin with. Connor had always wanted a woman who was admirable and articulate, as well as being as beautiful as the lass standing right in front of them.

And something told him that this woman didn't sway when she walked - the sashayed.

The woman looked to the clerk when he returned with her coffee and after throwing him a tight smile, hastily grabbed it up. She turned around and paused when she and Connor's eyes connected again. He took a breath and began to say hi but the woman simply rolled her eyes and moved to walk past him, leaving him standing there with his mouth agape. He felt a little crushed by her gesture and Murphy immediately let out another bark of a laugh. She obviously hadn't been interested in talking or anything and as Murphy continued to burst into loud laughter, Connor couldn't help but feel his heart grow heavy.

"Oh Lordy, ain' ya such tha ladies' man, Conn!" Murphy exclaimed, almost in hysterics as he slapped a good-natured hand on his brother's back, and Conner smirked slightly as his cheeks grew a pretty shade of pink.

"Fuck off, ya bastard!" Connor laughed along with him as he shook his head with that same embarrassed smirk still on his face, "She can go fuck off too - I don' give a shit!" The words only made Murphy laugh some more while Connor continued to vent, "Whatever . . . wasn't even that interested in her to begin with!" It was the only conclusion he could come to see why any beautiful woman wouldn't want to speak to him. He looked out the window quickly and watched her grinningly join a friend before the both of them moved to walk down the sidewalk, her coffee still clutched in her hand.

"Yah, ya right - tha's gotta be it!" Murphy agreed solemnly with a resolute nod of his head. "Or maybe she jus' wasn' interested – that's also extremely possible, ya know!" Connor looked back at his brother and flipped him off as they stepped up to the counter.

"Fuck her, ya know? She'd jus' be a waste of ma time, anyway!" Connor said as his final words before the both of them had to order. He still couldn't banish the heaviness of his heart, though, and as he pulled his billfold from his back pocket to pay for his order, he cast one more glanced at the window leading to the outside world. He had hoped to see her still standing there, so that he could redeem himself, but of course that wasn't going to happen.

If Connor MacManus didn't have bad luck then he wouldn't have any luck at all.

"Who was he?"

Branna Whelan glanced at her friend walking beside her as she took a sip of her hot coffee. "Ya mean tha' guy tha' had been standin' behind me? Ah, he was no one, I suspect. Jus' some guy who couldn' take his eyes offa me as usual." She explained, her thick Irish accent coming out stronger than normal and Brianna Murray shot her friend a look. Her bright auburn curls bounced in the bob cut around her face as she laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Well he was damn fine! Hell, I'd climb him like a Georgia Pine! And the guy standing beside him didn't look too bad either!" She nudged her friend in the ribs. "Why didn't you say hi? Why didn't you exchange numbers – addresses?" She asked with a wink and Branna rolled her eyes and grinned as she took another sip of her coffee.

"I jus' moved here, Bri! I'm barely settled into my apartment and I'm startin' at ma new job today, as well as workin' at my grandpa's bar tonight! Tha last ting I need is a man to complicate all that!" Brianna shook her head and let out a snort of laughter.

"I don't know about you, Branna, but that guy could complicate my day any time he wanted to! Hell, he could even bring the guy standing next to him too, you wouldn't see me complaining!" Branna let out a laugh at her friend's words as she pinned her eyes ahead of them, not willing to admit yet that the guy had been pretty super cute - him and the guy standing next to him.

The last person Connor and Murphy would have expected to walk through the door of McGinty's later that night, was Her.

"Oi, Conn, isn' tha' ya dream girl?"

Connor looked up from the beer he had been nursing alongside Murphy and Rocco, when his brother slapped a hand on his back and spoke. His eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion when she walked in, looking pretty exhausted. She smiled at someone over Connor's shoulder and it took him a while to realize that it was Doc she was smiling at as she cleared the distance between them. She headed right on around the bar to stand by his side and as the old man adopted a proud smile on his face, he placed his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close for a moment. "B-b-boys, I want to introduce ya to someone very special to me. This lovely young l-l-l-lady right 'ere is ma granddaughter – Branna Whelan!"

The look of shock on Murphy and Connor's faces were almost comical as they numbly shook her hand over the polished surface of the bar, her eyebrows arching in amusement again. "Yah, we've uh . . . we caught glimpses of each other this mornin'." Connor spoke and Branna laughed a little as Doc continued on,

"She's me son's daughter from de Old Country – came here to Boston to help me run da bar. She's takin' it over when I finally pass on." Connor and Murphy nodded numbly, their eyes still pinned on hers and it took them a moment before they realized that she had been gazing at them in amusement the entire five minutes that they had sat there like dumbasses just staring at her. Doc turned a stern look onto them. "And d-d-d-don't underestimate her boys - she can-can-can . . ." He stopped a moment, regaining control over himself before returning to what he was going to say. "She can take care of herself!"

"I don' doubt it!" Connor muttered before he could stop himself and Branna rolled her eyes as Murphy elbowed him roughly in the ribs. He then turned a slightly apologetic look onto her.

"Forgive him, lass – he doesn' know what he says half the time!" He told her and Branna grinned and laughed as she bent down and pulled two more Guinness's from the nearby fridge. She set them down before them and continued to grin as she leaned on the bar, giving the two brothers a pretty good look down her shirt. They reflexively licked their lips at the enticing sight and Branna laughed and gave them a wink.

"Yah, I don' doubt that – wit the both of ya!"