jen's joshua faraday/vasquez fic recs

joshua faraday/vasquez

• You Push, I Push Back by Hazel_Athena [He’s nine years old when the words Oh good, we got us a Mexican appear curled around his left bicep, and his mama bursts into tears at the sight of them.]
• I Can Fix That by Hazel_Athena [Not bothering to think about what he looks like, Faraday stumbles downstairs and over to the front door, hauling it open and blinking in the early morning sunlight. He freezes mid-yawn. There may or may not be a male model standing on his front porch. He can’t be sure.]
• Standing Right Here by Hazel_Athena [Still waiting for Vasquez to decide what his next move in their game is going to be, Faraday scratches at the beard scruff along one side of his jaw as he considers how best to respond. "Well," he says slowly, "I'm just sayin', if guero means handsome, and you were usin' it as early as when we first showed up in Rose Creek, now, a fella could get the wrong impression. Not that I blame you, of course. I do cut quite an impressive figure."]
• Minor Quests by ThrillingDetectiveTales [There was nothing particularly extraordinary that Josh could see at a glance. He had a cut high on one cheek that could have come from any number of things during the skirmish, the edges of it bruise-dark though it wasn’t especially large or nasty. His eyes were the same green as always - just this side of too bright to be natural though that particular oddity was one that most folk were willing to forgive, writing it off as a fault of their memories making him seem somehow more than he really was. His hair was on the shorter side, a dark, rusty ginger - one of the few traits from his mother that had held fast through the elven blood - and it curled over his forehead in places, tufting out in front of his ears like anyone’s might a handful of months out from a proper cut. That was where the illusion fell apart, though. The ears. It was always the ears that gave him away.]
• set it free by itsmylifekay [Faraday wonders if folks have somehow gotten milder in the past months or if he’s doing something wrong himself, but he can’t for the life of him figure out what that is.]
• This Night Ain't for the Holy Man by ThrillingDetectiveTales [If it had just been the once, Faraday thought a little desperately, they could have shrugged it off as a drunken mistake - Lord knew they'd both been fairly well corned that night, riding high on the success of their grand entry into town. Twice even, and they might have managed it. Yet here he was for the fifth or sixth time in half as many days, sprawled on his back across one of mattresses upstairs in the Imperial with Vasquez between his legs while the saloon rolled merrily on below.]
• Cowboys by SnubbingApollo [It's cold in the room they've rented for the night, and Vasquez is very warm. And handsome, not that Faraday would admit it if he was asked. And Faraday's heard stories.]
• Sweet talkers by SnubbingApollo [Faraday contemplates his new relationship with Vasquez, and decides there's really no reason at all to be afraid.]
• Love Me Tender, Love Me Sweet by AndreaLyn [Faraday's made some stupid mistakes over the course of his life, but using a love spell he won off the Pigeon boys in a poker game might just be the stupidest of them all.]
• Hail Those Left Behind by Hazel_Athena [Vasquez frowns now, as if he's just thought of something he doesn't much care for. "Is this why you've been so difficult lately? All your picking and prodding - always being in things you should not - was it you trying to create a reason for us to leave you behind?"]

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