by Selanak (PG)
Ten things Connor did during the summer. Set between seasons 3 and 4.
Sitting on his bed,
letter his father wrote, he smells Angelus’s traces there as
well, and wonders whether this is the last trick of the demon:
intermingling his scent with his father’s, so Connor
wish either away.
of Subtlety and Grace
by Romany (PG)
Snippet from a fic in progress. Our father(s).
Dad comes and sits next
“I never wanted this for you, Connor, you know?” He
looks at him and Connor feels bared and open.
can’t talk about it,” he says. But he knows.
“That’s the problem with Reilly men,” dad
says, looking away. “We never do.”
The Haunting, Hunted Kind
by Selena (PG-13)
Connor & Darla. A ghost story.
"Dru," she said finally,
remembering that her companion might be insane but possessed some
useful gifts, "what is he?"
"The ghost of Christmas
yet to come,
Grandmother," Dru replied, a smile breaking out of her tear-streaked
face, and she clapped her hands.
by Kangieko (Hard R)
Post NFA, Connor goes clubbing. Ish.
It is one month to the
day that ashes
filled the air (an orphan already?) and he does not remember the night.
It does not matter.
(when he wakes up in the
morning, she's already cold)
Nothing: 5 Lies Connor’s Father Told Him
Five fathers, five drabbles.
prince lives happily ever after.”
by Entrenous (PG)
By his father’s grave. With his father.
Connor looked up,
raindrops beaded on
his eyelashes. His dark too-new suit was spattered with wet at the
shoulders. He gave Angel a strange smile. "But there's no one to kill.
No one to save." His eyes returned to the hole in the ground. "No one
Families Connor Was Not Magically Squeezed Into After His Real Vampire
Dad Slit His Throat
by Annakovsky (PG)
AtS/Arrested Development, AtS/BtVS, AtS/Supernatural, AtS/The OC,
Really, the title
Ante Praevisa Merita
by Stoney (Hard R)
How do you
make a child kill their father and think it's in the name of the Lord?
"Do you know that no matter what it is you do, God cannot
A pause. "Yes."
Holtz continued splitting logs for their fire. "And why is that?"
"Because I am the child of demons. I am made of His antithesis. God
despises sin, and I am sin incarnate."
Holtz looked up and smiled slowly. "Precisely. Go on ahead and wash up
in the stream. We'll eat once I'm finished here."
Connor nodded and stopped stacking the large rocks that made a wall in
front of their cave and left to cleanse himself.
, in Jasmineverse & Reasons,
post NFA. (Both PG)
Two shorts, same link.
Connor stares at the
hole where half
of Angel's upper arm used to be. He looks grossed out but says, "So
what, do you like, take your jacket off when you fight dragons? So you
don't damage the leather? I mean, that thing's in pretty good
condition, except for the blood. No bites out of that. Are you like, 'I
will slay you, good sir, but not in my good jacket'?"
by Voleuse (R)
Just post-Origin, Spring is like a perhaps hand.
There's playing baseball
afternoons, and wandering through outdoor malls holding Tracy's hand,
and a million things he's done under the sun.
He thinks he likes these
better, but then he remembers how the moon shone as he leaped, rooftop
to rooftop, beside his father. Both of them laughing, despite being
chased by a cadre of vampires, because they knew they would win.
Northwest by Mer (PG-13)
Offscreen conversations that slide effortlessly into canon. Wesley
& Connor, in the Jasmineverse, after Magic Bullet.
"Connor, I don't know
why the blood --" he couldn't quite say, Cordelia's -- "didn't work on
you, but she's --"
"Killing people," Connor interrupted placidly.
"This doesn't give you the slightest cause for unease?"
"Why?" Connor shot back. "It runs in the family. My father ate people,
and you treat him like the Second Coming."
Riley and Connor Snippet
by Call me Sandy (G)
What it says on the tin.
Eager to please,
friendly and polite.
And only occasionally prone to taunting his elders. It's easy to forget
the used to be crazy part, the other reason Riley got this job. Dated a
slayer, earned a Masters in Psychology, so they give him the miracle
kid to protect and serve.
by Alex (R)
(part 2 contains slash)
best friend is Mason, and they’ve been friends as far back as
he can remember.
Connor’s still waiting.”
Who’s Connor? We don’t know any Connor!”
you’ve not got any decent college offers is entirely due to
laziness. Don’t even think about pleading insanity.”
One Mourneth For An Only Son by
Fifteen prayers Connor may have said.
He carries her out of
the church like
a tired child who cries during mass; but she’s cold and
sound escaping her, and father-mother-child is a game he never quite
learned how to play.
Who Doesn't Like
There was no one around
on campus for
the most part, which was probably good, since his friends weren't
around to witness his dad dropping in through a vent in the basement
laundry room, while Connor shrieked like a girl and dropped his Tide
With Bleach Alternative all over the cement floor before going into a
Going Back to Cali. by Call
me Sandy (PG)
Buffy has to pretend to be Connor's girlfriend in order to save the
world. You can read it as pre-ship, if you squint.
"Why can't you just be
my friend, or
like, cousin? You're sort of my cousin. Actually, no, you're not
related to me at all." Connor shifted but didn't throw her off. He was
polite and took direction well without being mouthy; excellent
qualities in a young man, Buffy thought. And he often seemed pretty
young. He said, "Maybe you just want to see Stanford."
by Mireille (G)
Alt. title: How to make Kita cry like a little bitch. Short, sweet, and
Connor only has his
memories to testify to Steven Holtz ever existing; and there are
pictures of Connor Reilly: school pictures and Polaroids from Christmas
mornings and newspaper clippings from when the debate team won the
state tournament his junior year, and his mom had sent copies of the
story to everyone they'd ever met. There's proof he's real.
That's what makes it
Three Tries by
Like a Deuce (PG)
Wesley writes to Connor. Post-Origin.
I remember everything.
So, I trust,
do you. This makes us secret sharers, of a sort. Well. I shall keep
mine as long as you choose to keep yours.
Untitled Drabble by
Buffy and Connor, keepin' on.
After by A White Rain (G)
An exceptionally well characterized, canon compliant look at what might
have happened between Connor and Angel over the year's time immediately
post NFA. It might have made me cry. A little.
you draw up visitation rights?" Connor asked casually. "True,
it's normally reserved for kids. But I've learned not to take anything
for granted recently."
by Darla's Mom (PG)
One of the myriad of ways Holtz worked his fucked-up mojo on Connor. And its
Vampires never shed
blood. Even the
more brutal methods of killing them (fire, sunlight- flesh melting
straight off the bone) left nothing behind. They always died clean.
They left behind nothing but bad memories and so much dust.
Boy's Life by Beetle (PG-13)
Nine drabbles on the theme of Stephen, Connor, and family.
Fortunately for me, cute
doesn’t last long in the Quor’thoth.
by MyHappyFace (PG)
Post-NFA, the author convinces herself that Angel did not die in that
"How do you feel about
Palo Alto?" he
asks. The question seems to come out of nowhere, but he can count on
Angel not to mind a nonsequitur.
"I was ritually
possessed and partially disemboweled there once. Not my favorite place
"Think you can put aside
differences long enough to see me graduate?" His voice is
affectionately amused, and Angel's smile is blinding.
Touch His Soul
by Kallysten (PG)
The most different thing between Quor'Toth and this world. 500 words.
Angel again, and a startling,
unexpected, unfathomable hug that brought Connor’s certitudes
crashing down around him; his father still loved him.
from A Million Miles Away-verse by Brat Queen (G)
OH MY HEART.
"Hi," Connor called back
down. He sat
up on the tree branch, resting his hands in front of him. "I'm playing
the part where there's the ship and the boys and then the boys are on
the ship and then there's flying and then there's Captain Hook and you
have to be the crocodile again okay, Daddy?"
Little Boys by Ladycat (G)
OH MY *HEART*.
Destroyer wants mocha ice cream, please."
Darling Young One by MyHappyFace (PG)
Fix it fic of the finest order.
this is my desk and these are my crayons and this is the dinosaur I
drew yesterday, and . . ."
*The Lullabye Verse by Kallysten (PG)
An AU in which Angel and Spike raise wee!baby Connor. With a kitten. I'm sorry, I'll just be over here. Crying UNTIL I DIE.
Connor slapped his palm on
Spike’s leg before snuggling against his side, much like he had
snuggled against Angel earlier. “Not a baby! I’m not!”
“All right, then, let’s
think of a big boy—” Spike stopped abruptly and raised an
eyebrow at Angel. “You’re still there?”
Feeling more than a little confused
by how cozy they looked, like this was a familiar thing for them, Angel
leaned over the bed for another kiss to Connor’s forehead.
“Night Daddy,” Spike echoed, and Angel frowned at him again before stepping out of the room.
stories housed on Slashing the Angel
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varying degrees. Some may contain non-con on the part of one or both
parties. Please heed the warnings of each story.
it on the Tequila
by Nevernever (PG-13)
at All According to Plan
by Nevernever (PG-13)
Off the cuff schmoop that is also funny and hot as hell.
don’t think meeting
the much older man will soften anything. If your other Dad is anything
like Angel it will make him get out his shotgun. And I don’t
think either of us are ready for the awkward conversation about why the
bullet doesn’t kill me.”
Avoiding Literary Contrivances
by Fod (NC-17)
The best fanfic is smart, sexy, and always well written. This is all
Connor figured if they
things off the list, they'd eventually narrow it down to the one
possibility. Time-traveling AU where he was a cabin boy, crossed off.
Future AU where he was a clone, crossed off. Alternate reality where he
was into girls, crossed off. It was a long list, though.
by Ladycat (R)
A hand is still thrust
into his face,
and Spike takes it. Connor’s palms are thick with
calluses—not just weapons, though. There’s a bump
second finger of his right hand that Spike knows better than
“We’re quite a family,
Kisses Drabble by Darla's Mom (PG-13)
"I remember a lot of
The smile came back to
the kid's face with a new dirty-minded edge to it that made it hard to
resist a grin of his own.
by Fod (Hard R)
Swift and powerful, like a punch.
After the 147th time
that Connor asked him, Angel finally gave in.
Connor grinned so wide it hurt; he couldn't help it. "I love you, Dad,"
by Ladycat (NC-17)
Out of sequence of canon, hot hot porn, viciously accurate
He likes this type,
pretty with the dirt ground into their skin like dye, perfumed with
copper and fear.
Through The Night
by Kita (NC-17)
Set in the summer between AtS S3 and S4, and BtVS S6 and S7. Also
contains Connor/Fred in a convergence of the psychopathic woobies.
“Never said I
to,” Spike’s fists wrap around the headboard. It is
decayed, it would splinter easily into stakes. “Pay
Said I can’t.”
Connor strips out of his jeans, and tosses them onto the floor.
hurts,” Spike says.
He settles between
Spike’s knees, rubs the blood on his hands into soft, secret
by Fod (R)
Connor fucks like he
fights, precise and relentless.
by Entrenous (PG-13)
There's always that weird moment after, when Spike gets up and pulls
his jeans and t-shirt back on before digging around for his smokes.
Untitled Connor Incest Ficathon Entry
by Mer (NC-17)
I think Mer was the first to do this pairing. I thank her every. day.
Spike slicked a fresh lot of lube directly onto Connor’s
Angelus wouldn’t have bothered. He was not Angelus.
had to remember that.
Untitled Character Piece
by Ladycat (R)
Connor, through Spike’s eyes. Symmetry and poetry.
Connor comes awake as he’s attended, eyes wide, vulnerable
trembling between a smile of greeting and a gasp of wanting. Torn and
twisted, this little boy, and Spike loves him for it. Loves him more
for the light that dawns underneath too-long lashes that sweep with a
butterfly-wing’s devastation against his cheek.
by Lynne (NC-17)
Angel would do anything to protect his son, but his efforts have some
unintended consquences, for both Connor and Spike. This story also
contains Angel/Connor and Angel/Spike/Connor.
point, kid. You live as long as Angel and me, you get around to doing
everything. Or, everyone. Girls, boys, slayers, robots…
the two of us, there’s nothin’ we haven’t
Connor stared at
him through narrowed lids, and Spike suddenly wished he
led the conversation down this road.
“So, have you
and Angel ever…?”
that’s enough Twenty Questions for one night.”
“Oh, my GOD!
You totally have!”
by Lynne (R)
Sequel to Angels and Insects. Also contains Angel/Spike. No
Angel/Connor in this story.
Connor tumbled beneath
like feathers, landing like smiles. He smelled of animal skins and old
bones, things tough and hard; yet he was everywhere valiant and
vulnerable. Wide open eyes, wide open legs. He felt like family, and
when Spike sank into him, it was like coming home—to a place
knew somehow had been waiting for him, for more than a hundred years.
by Tabaqui (NC-17)
Broken, after the fall.
Dragged him back to the lair he and Blue were sharing, in the smoking
pit that was L.A. Didn't eat him, 'cause he smelled like belladonna and
rue and Angel, and Spike spent the rest of the night crouched over his
twitching, fever-wracked body. Just breathing.
by Tabaqui (Hard R)
Sequel to Foundling
“Beautiful boy, fucking headcase.
that way, you don’t get to pick out the parts you
like and sew in clockwork,” Spike says.
Connor thinks that’s what Spike is saying.
always saying something and he’s learned to pick out the pits
leave the plums since they walked out of L A.
by Kita (Hard R)
Post-NFA. Beware the Jabberwock. Spike has a job to do.
Spike watches as
behind his eyes (blue, his eyes are blue. Darla's eyes were blue, Spike
thinks). Rattles on tails and bright colors that don't belong: a
warning, a mark. There's a tremor in Spike's spine that used to mean
*Slayer*. He has to plant his feet hard not to take a step back.
Then Connor blinks, and
says, "It's Angel, isn't it?"
And when he opens his
eyes again, he's just a boy.
by Alex (R)
Post NFA. Family traditions.
“I already knew,” said Connor. “I guess I
was just hoping.”
“Time for you to do more than hope. Time for you to step into
your daddy’s shoes.”
“My dad’s an engineer.”
“Shut up, little angel. You can joke on the way.”
by Lynne (R)
Post-NFA. Angel as patron, and vouyer. Also contains Spike/Angel.
On the fourth night, the
kid got the
jump on him. Which was really fucking weird, because no one ever got
the jump on Spike unless she had tits and was carrying a stake.
"You know, if you wanted to buy me a drink, all you had to do was ask,"
the kid yelled over the music.
Spike could only nod in reply, neck pressed as it was between the wall
and the boy’s forearm.
by Nihilistbear (R)
Spike/Connor but not in an actual sex way
A guy with white hair and black leather sits next to him on the couch
in Angel’s office. Angel doesn’t seem to notice
“There’s so much you have to know, little
brother,” he says. “So much to learn.”
by Doyle (PG)
Connor, in S5. Can be read as gen.
It was times like this that he wished the labs downstairs stocked
Doximal. Angelus, even pseudoAngelus, would be better at dealing with
these two. Sure, he didn't want to eat them - well, not Connor - but
maybe with a small enough dose he could just gnaw on them a little.
Just until they behaved.
Crime and Punishment
by Doyle (PG)
Sequel to Field Trip.
"Angel and Spike got into a he-man bitch-fight over the shanshu. Some
Cup of Endless Torture thing, turned out to be a fake. Then Calvin and
Hobbes hotwired Angel's car, took it to Mexico, got involved with a
demon diamond robbery and crashed the car."
Wrapped in A
Post series. Sweet, domestic bliss. With vampires.
“I want to
fuck you,” Connor murmured in his ear.
really go with the
twang that still hadn’t let up in his damned chest, but Spike
Grinning, Spike scored a
Connor’s lower lip with his teeth. “Good thing I
prepared then, innit?”
in a Concrete Jungle
by Lynne (PG)
Drabble fic, post NFA.
by Fod (PG)
Ficlet, just post-Damage, in a S5 ft Connor.
Connor puts the plastic
bottles down and lifts his chin. "When I was
five, I broke both my legs fighting with an Ugat. Holtz set the bones
himself. I didn't even cry."
"I didn't cry I just
shrieked a bit."
LJ Comment Drabble
by Ladycat (PG)
Does what it says on the tin.
It's ridiculous, and
Spike hates it, but Angel really is right. The two of them are bloody
by Ladycat (PG)
I am fairly sure this woman gives the best off the cuff comment fic in
the history of history.
Connor's as violent as
all Spike's greatest loves and more damaging than any but his Da.
Back to the Beginning
SEE?? I told you!!
"Oi," he says to the boy
wearing a hoodie and earbuds, staring at a
book he's not reading. "I need a place to kip, and you're it. Don't
argue, boy, I'm near to burning up and you're family."
That wouldn't work on
Angelus. Wouldn't work on Dru. Sure as fuck wouldn't work on Darla, and
Spike had nightmares about needing to say those words to Buffy or one
of her ever-expanding crew.
On him, though, it
That's how Spike
officially met Connor.
Untitled Comment Fic
by Ladycat (PG)
So, let's just build her the Sponnor Shrine and call it a day, shall we?
Spike is shades of ice and fire, that
blush of innocence against death's lasting knowledge. He is smooth all
over, slick like silk, and Connor wants to pet him almost always.
More, With Rutting
by Ladycat (R)
Ok, that's not the title, but if I gush any more I'm going to leave a
Connor means don't know how to play, no
matter how many times Spike teaches him, but that's all right. Spike is
nothing but a primer bound in undead skin, lessons written in other's
Norwalk by Ladycat (R)
Connor is sick. Spike is Spike.
"You're such a brat," Spike murmurs into hair that goes stringy when
it's wet, fingers rubbing circles of bubbles on Connor's scalp. "A
spoiled, petulant brat, having me run after you and fetch and clean.
I'm not a maid. Not your girlfriend. I'm a monster. I'm... " a stupid,
besotted sot, same as he was when he lived.
Two Sponnor Shorts
But Connor, brilliant,
grey-eyed Connor, wise-warrior who makes Spike think of gods and
spiders, looks up at him despite the awkward angle. "I had a rabbit. It
wasn't velveteen, or anything, but I would pretend a lot. My mom
thought it was really cute until I really did get really sick. Then it
wasn't so funny."
"Even when you don't shave,
like now." A cool finger rubs sparks along his jaw, bristles forced
against grain. "Dunno who you got that from, since himself can barely
manage a goatee, but I like it. Wish it made you look older. Half your
friends think I'm cradle-robbing."
*A Drabble a Day
by Kallysten (up to NC-17)
Does what it says on the tin, all through October. Now all in one place.
by Ladycat (PG)
In the Spike/Connor with Angel as Daddy-verse. As Lynne has named it. I approve of this title!
Angel listens, lazy, as a large
object picks its way through the rubble: he doesn’t see the path
Spike’s carved for himself.
He never does.
by Lips like Candy (R)
The aftermath. Of everything.
should put a fucking war
monument,” Connor says, appearing from nowhere, staggering
Spike can almost taste the liquor in the air. “Where did he
die? Where exactly did he die?”
*The Next Time
has no fucking clue, but he points to a random spot on the pavement.
“There,” he says. Connor looks at it reverently.
And falls over.
by Kallysten (R)
The first time Spike bites Connor, he nearly kills him.
The plea is in his eyes, sullied blue
like that old baby blanket Connor once found in that abandoned hotel he
likes to visit sometimes. The blanket smelled like smoke, and was
stained by ashes. Spike pretends he doesn’t know it’s at
the very back of Connor’s bedside drawer.
Spoil the Child
by Kallysten (R)
Connor is a good, good boy.
And Connor is grateful, deep down, in that dark place where he remembers that those who love the best punish the hardest.
* Another Sky At Midday
by Kallysten (PG-13)
Somewhere in the universe, things turned out differently for Connor.
“So,” Angel said coolly,
crossing his arms again. “You’re Spike, but you’re
not the Spike I know. And who is he?”
Spike scoffed. “Take a good look at him. Give him a sniff if you must. And then you tell me who you think he is.”
* How It Started
by Kallysten (PG-13)
A vampire and a college student walk into a bar.
Most of the time, it was easy to tell
when Spike was making fun of him, one way or the other, because he
sounded a bit like Connor did when he teased his sister. But when he
smiled like this, with those barely there little lines crinkling at the
corners of his eyes, Connor could never tell if Spike was teasing or
not. He could never tell what he thought.
* Reasons: A Sponnor Comic
by Kallysten (PG-13)
A COMIC. I flap like a seal.
by LadyCat (PG-13)
Connor is not very adept at sharing his feelings. Except when he's high.
"How the hell did she get you to take
this?" And, more importantly, how the hell was it affecting him,
because ecstasy didn't exactly come in an aerosol spray can.
Connor shifted into the touch, jeans
riding lower and lower on his hips. Pretty skin, all smooth and pale
and that line of hair that Spike wanted to bite. "Don't remember. I
was... sad. I didn't want to be sad. It made you sad, too."
* If You Look
by Ladycat (R)
H/C. Connor gets hurt. A pretty girl takes care of him. Still Connor/Spike.
"Hey." Connor offers a smile when Spike finally looks at him. "I'm okay. Really. I love you."
"I love that you have good taste in women, even if you're pants at figuring out what to do with one," Spike fires back.
by Kallysten (PG)
“If I started regretting every
stupid decision I ever made,” Spike says, trying to push a bit of
humor in his voice, “I’d never stop brooding and people
would start calling me Angel.”
by Kallysten (NC-17)
WARNING: This is a WIP which also contains Angel/Spike,
and will eventually contain Angel/Connor as well as Angel/Spike/Connor.
Daddy!kink AND incest. It's also so fucking hot you're gonna need ice.
by Herself (NC-17)
Wesley has no heart for small talk.
The kid raised his chin,
his smile at once encouraging and entirely
hurt you," Wes said.
The kid shrugged.
Who Favor Fire
by Wesley's Girl (R)
AU for the end of “Rain of Fire/Apocalypse Nowish.”
Reacting more quickly
than a human
could have, he grabbed Wesley and pushed him into the nearest doorway,
flush up against the glass. The flames exploded at their feet,
spreading out into an evaporating ripple like dropping a stone into
Connor realized that he was pressed up against Wesley. Wesley was warm
and he smelled good, and before Connor could even finish that thought
in his head he was already hard.
Stillness Between Moments
by Lar (NC-17)
Nothing is as it seems, nothing is as you’d expect.
says and he sits up, reaches out to cup the back of Wesley’s
neck, kisses him roughly. Connor is teeth and tongue, sharp nips and
long lapping tastes of Wesley’s mouth. His eyes spark with a
darkness and a hunger as he draws back, smile still in place.
“Then time to fuck.”
“Of course,” Wesley says coolly.
“Everything in its place.”
“I get your
trust. Then I fuck
you from behind.” The voice at his throat was stinging on the
sunburn, small red pinches. “That’s how I get in
LJ Comment Drabble
by Ladycat (R)
Wesley chokes himself on the slick head of Connor's cock, letting the
pain and flushed-fullness of needing to breathe distract him. He
doesn't want to think about all the ways this is wrong.
If You Save Yourself
by Call me Sandy (R)
exactly how I pictured my sophomore year in college.”
up,” Gunn said. He
patted Connor’s thigh and felt him tense up. Gunn smiled and
leaned closer. “Once you remembered, did you really think
it’d be a smooth ride ever again?”
Connor shifted and
Gunn’s hand moved higher up. Connor smiled and said,
“I get called stupid all the time.”
A Little Bit Louder and A Little Bit Worse
by Allyndra (PG-13)
Post series pre-slash with spot on characterization, humor, and just
the right touch of hot sweet goodness.
"There was a prophecy
and a mystical
whatsit. I really don't understand it, but I'm not going to complain."
He seemed ridiculously easy going to be the fruit of Angel's loins.
"I'm Connor, by the way."
After The Heroes
Post-NFA. There are still heroes left.
Xander stood up, stepped
Connor's prone body and onto the floor, then started pacing. "I think
you're cute. This means you must be a demon. Original demon magnet
here. Butt-monkey to the universe! Why? Why does this always have to
happen to me?"
"Wait--you think I'm
sat on the edge of the bed, his hands at his side, as if either to push
himself off, or about to sit on them, depending on which way he wiggled.
Beyond the Ordinary by Reremouse (R)
An amnesiac Xander. A smart ass Connor. In Tahiti. Whackiness ensues.
And by whackiness, I mean whackiness. And sex.
Which Xander focuses on
as a pretty impressive alternative to thinking about the taste of vamp
dust in Connor's mouth.
When he surfaces, Xander
says: "Let's hear it for Good Guy Inc. never leaving a man behind."
"We're a company of many
The Post-Finals Tradition by Mireille (R)
A couple of months ago, Connor had been thinking he was too normal for
By the end of February,
figured out that he was going to get a B in Chem unless he completely
fucked up; that he was probably bisexual; that he had a thing for his
roommate that wasn't going away; and that if freshman year didn't end
soon, taking his Intro to Humanities requirement with it, he was
probably going to have to set something on fire. Weirdly, it was the B
that was freaking him out most.
(X/O with Supernatural):
by Poisontaster & Mona1347 (NC-17)
Connor bends closer, his eyes
flicking avidly as his other hand closes over Sam's twitching cock. "If
you tell me," he murmurs, "then I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you and I'll
let you come."
Comfort No Man Speak
by Musesfool (R)
Family fucks you up.
"You don't know the half of it."
Sam laughs, because what kind of
fucked up family could this kid possibly have that stacks up against
John Winchester and his vengeance-obsessed demon-hunting? But he can't
say anything about that. Even drunk, he knows he has to keep his mouth
Instead he says, "Let's play some pool."
by Kassie (R)
I think Kassie was the first one to do this pairing.
“Where are you
Connor runs a hand through his floppy hair, twists around in his seat
so that he’s facing Sam.
They aren’t friends. This conversation would be strange even
if Connor wasn’t plainly a freak.
by Marenfic (NC-17)
Angsty smutty delicious goodness.
Connor tells her it's
his job to help
her now, says it's what his father would want him to do and it makes
Buffy choke on laughter that tastes like bile. It's clear to her that
Connor doesn't know who his father is. . . was. . . or what the man
would want. There's no doubt in her mind that every single one of them
would insist that Connor stay far, far away from Buffy and everything
Walk Like Men
by TKP (G)
The first meeting. Can be read as gen.
"I have this whole . . .
I've done, demon parents, but it’s not who I am.
I’m a man.
I don't want to kill you, tonight, ever. I just want to have coffee
by Entrenous (PG-13)
Two superheroes meet in a bar.
Tonight Buffy is Joan,
and Connor is Steven.
Spells Hard Times in Bad Lands
by Call me Sandy (R)
Callmesandy writes the best dialogue since Joss, bar none.
"Do you have, like, a mode of
speaking besides sarcasm and ordering people around?" He sat on the bed.
She pulled out his desk
chair and sat
down. She was actually smiling and not smirking when she looked over at
him. "Sorry. I'm just taking everything in, and in a life of total
weirdness, you and your I'm the unique special only-iest child of two
vampires sending emails out of the blue and also playing football by
the way actually make the top ten of weird things. Which is hard. I
went to high school on a Hellmouth."
"I grew up in Hell. In
one version," he said. "And I play baseball, too."
Call me Sandy (R)
Told you so.
"Yes. And, you know, we
experiences in common, like you said. And I think if we just, um, set a
rule, maybe. Like no talking about Angel. Not ever, but say, not a half
hour before dinner. For a while."
"Like food before
stood up so they were even closer. "I think you get used to it. All my
relationships have been sort of weird if you look at them right."
"You're a slayer who
dated a vampire. He took you to prom."
"Two vampires, actually.
I dated Spike, too."
"After the robot thing?
Wow. So you
have to really twist around to think your relationships are weird, huh?
Like an acrobat flexible to look at it."
Love's Traveling Salvation Show
by Like A Deuce
Post NFA, pre-shippy humor and adventure.
He brushed the hair from
his eyes and gave Buffy a look. "You're a vampire slayer, and you're
afraid of a coyote?"
"I knew a vengeance
demon who was
afraid of bunnies," Buffy shot back. "And no," she said, a little
petulance in her voice. "I'm not afraid. They're just ugly."
"You probably wouldn't
see him before him ate you."
"Well, not unless you
by Call me Sandy (PG-13)
Post Chosen/NFA, no comics canon. Shippy, quippy adventure.
want any room," Buffy says.
She wrenches the exit vent grill from the wall with a grimace and puts
it to the side. "I know I'm very complain-y Buffy, but it seems like
there are way better things we could be doing right now."
"You're not complaining that much," he says. "You've totally complained
a lot more at other times."
by Marenfic (NC-17)
Forbidden fantasies. Dark and darker.
She fucks Connor on top
of freshly dug graves, the smell of damp dirt
filling her nostrils as the sounds of his boy grunts fill her ears.
When You Shake, the Dogs Howl
by Call me Sandy
Post NFA & Chosen. Connor has become a cop. Buffy kinda likes
Buffy said, "There are three Slayers in this town and it would
cool to know a cop who understands the fanged and horned part of the
population of do-badders."
the Lips that Say Come On, Taste Us by
Call me Sandy (Light R)
Smooth talking is not Connor's Superpower.
She smiled at him. "Did we do it during that time I
"No," he said. "No."
"But you wanted to," she said.
A One Way Ticket
by Snowpuppies (Light R)
Post-NFA, Faith joins the fight. And the family.
It's not a hardship; he's as easy on the eyes as his old man, he
blushes when she talks to him, and best of all, he's never met Buffy
by Annakovsky (NC-17)
Picks up in the Five Universes fic, but with incest. Sort of incest.
Hot, sad, and ironically enough, achingly real. Post-BtVS canon, no
They leave Buffy a note,
taped to the
ping-pong table, which explains almost nothing. What would they say? We
found out that we're both fictional, and we've been having really taboo
sex, so we can't handle staying here right now, but we'll probably be
back before school starts?
* Fanmix for the story
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* Summer Redundant
Angel decides Connor needs babysitting, instead of throat slitting. (PG)
That was it, really – he was
always on the edges. Never right where he should be and Dawn was jumpy
enough as it was, with demons and vampires and hell gods. Freaky PTSD
boys with long fingers and pink lips were just too dang much.