EwwItsSam
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“It’s Kendall.” She looked up at her brothers. “Which means one of you told him.”
Roman raised his eyebrows, muttered, “Wasn’t fuckin’ me.”
“It was me,” Connor admitted, placing the baby back in her cot. “It’s not like he wasn’t going to find out. What good does it do anyone for him to hear about it from someone who isn’t a member of the family?”
“It probably would’ve hurt his feelings,” Shiv offered.
Roman clicked his fingers. “That would’ve been cool. I would have loved that."
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The smile faded from Butcher’s face. “It made everything make sense, in a fucked kind of way. How far you’ll let me go.” He stared up at John unreadably. “You want punished. Don’t you?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re talking about,” John said through his teeth.
Butcher slid a hand around John’s wrist and pressed his thumb to the old scar beneath John’s palm. It was an unsettlingly gentle touch. John went rigid at it.
“Yeah,” Butcher said, “you do.”
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- Part 3 of Gravity Wave/bad faith prayer
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The first session in the church hall, he sits down across from some blond, blue-eyed prick who looks too rich (in the inbred sort of way) to be there at all. The square set of his jaw, the uppity look in his eyes. Looking at him, Butcher can’t help thinking: there is a man in need of a good old-fashioned leathering.
Then their eyes catch, and Butcher knows it’s something else, too. That old heat in the pit of his stomach. Somehow, improbable as it was, his father had never managed to hurl enough homophobic slurs at him to properly get rid of that feeling. They don’t stop looking at each other until the session starts.
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- Part 2 of Gravity Wave/bad faith prayer
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The front two legs of Butcher’s chair hit the ground with a crack. His eyes are huge, excited. He clicks his fingers at John.
“Beijing Olympics,” he says, mouth curling up into that infuriating fucking grin, “Two thousand and eight. You’re that mental fucking cunt who -”
“Alright, that’s enough!” the therapist shouts.
“No, no,” John says, pleasantly. “I want to hear who he thinks I am. It’s interesting. I’m interested.” He smiles at the idiot in the Yankees cap sitting next to him, who scowls and shifts in his seat like John’s the ugly girl in class. John could break this asshole’s nose over his knee right now if he wanted, but instead he claps Yankees amiably on the leg and takes some satisfaction in how his whole body visibly tenses in response. “Aren’t you interested?”
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- Part 1 of Gravity Wave/bad faith prayer
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A cowboy AU for Butchlander. Transposition of the characters into a different world while trying to keep them intact is fun.