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All the Boys to the Yard by Alizarin (NC-17)
Fandom: ANGEL: THE SERIES
Pairing: Connor/Faith
Length: 2,261 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alizarin_nyc
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: Post-Sunnydale, Faith is hanging out with Team Angel, and she finds herself puzzled and intrigued by Angel's strange obsession with a seemingly-normal teenage boy; she decides to investigate. Alizarin does a smashing job with all the characterizations and voices here, but her Faith is especially wondrous. Faith's complex and often wistful relationship with Angel is fully drawn here, as is her staunch refusal to let herself become mired in regrets for all the doors closed to her. The whole story feels very canonical, and the deftly layered emotional dynamics make it one of those fics that takes irrevocable root in my memory.
It’s almost exactly like that time she was hanging out at Sunnydale High. She’d always wanted to see – see what Angel saw in Buffy – like she wants to see what Angel sees now, in this kid.
She's always wanted to know what Angel sees.
She's loitering on school grounds, waiting near the wire fence when he gets out of class. She notes the casual waves to friends, the easy way he slings his clean brown backpack over his shoulder. He walks home from school; she knows that at least. He lives barely a mile away, with Moms and Pops and the two-point-five kiddies, a dog, a yard, dinner at six and all that good little boy shit.
He passes though a park to get home and so Faith skirts around and ahead and it's easy to skim behind the bushes and trees and she pretends she's in a huge hurry. Slayer timing means she rounds the corner and knocks right into the kid – but it's harder than she expected and she goes all the way down, faking a wince at an imaginary pain in the arm that absorbs the fall.
“Hey, are you alright? I’m so, so sorry.” The kid is all blue-eyed regret and concern.
He helps her up and says, “Connor,” when she takes his outstretched hand and shakes it formally. She gives him her best wide-eyed innocence, a tiny smile with dimples and a flash of her short-skirted leg. He's history.
All the Boys to the Yard
Pairing: Connor/Faith
Length: 2,261 words
Author on LJ:
alizarin_nycAuthor Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: Post-Sunnydale, Faith is hanging out with Team Angel, and she finds herself puzzled and intrigued by Angel's strange obsession with a seemingly-normal teenage boy; she decides to investigate. Alizarin does a smashing job with all the characterizations and voices here, but her Faith is especially wondrous. Faith's complex and often wistful relationship with Angel is fully drawn here, as is her staunch refusal to let herself become mired in regrets for all the doors closed to her. The whole story feels very canonical, and the deftly layered emotional dynamics make it one of those fics that takes irrevocable root in my memory.
It’s almost exactly like that time she was hanging out at Sunnydale High. She’d always wanted to see – see what Angel saw in Buffy – like she wants to see what Angel sees now, in this kid.
She's always wanted to know what Angel sees.
She's loitering on school grounds, waiting near the wire fence when he gets out of class. She notes the casual waves to friends, the easy way he slings his clean brown backpack over his shoulder. He walks home from school; she knows that at least. He lives barely a mile away, with Moms and Pops and the two-point-five kiddies, a dog, a yard, dinner at six and all that good little boy shit.
He passes though a park to get home and so Faith skirts around and ahead and it's easy to skim behind the bushes and trees and she pretends she's in a huge hurry. Slayer timing means she rounds the corner and knocks right into the kid – but it's harder than she expected and she goes all the way down, faking a wince at an imaginary pain in the arm that absorbs the fall.
“Hey, are you alright? I’m so, so sorry.” The kid is all blue-eyed regret and concern.
He helps her up and says, “Connor,” when she takes his outstretched hand and shakes it formally. She gives him her best wide-eyed innocence, a tiny smile with dimples and a flash of her short-skirted leg. He's history.
All the Boys to the Yard
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Wow. I was NOT expecting to see my name (actually there's a typo in the LJ user name, lol)... so this has made me SMILE like nobody's business. *beams*
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