due South recs
Some new (posted this week) stories that I enjoyed muchly:
Another Roadside Attraction by alex51324
Gen, Fraser, Kowalski, PG-13, 1976 words, humour. Summary: Fraser has a lot to learn about road trips.
[Ray and Fraser on a road trip with Fraser behind the wheel. So FUNNY! *g*]
Ray tried to think of something that would leave him wanting to eat a sandwich that even the wolf wasn’t interested in. “Well, suppose the car breaks down. In a cell phone dead zone. And then when we go to walk for help, we both break both of our legs. And we can’t flag down a passing car for help because--” He searched for a plausible reason, but didn’t find one. “Because everyone else’s car has broken down too. If that happened, we’d be kicking ourselves for passing up a chance to stop at a giant cow with a snack bar.”
Trample Down Barbed Wire by catwalksalone
Kowalski/Vecchio, R, 2300 words, first time, some angst, post-CotW.
[Another road trip for your enjoyment. Nothing funny *here*. If you love your Rays, go and read this RIGHT NOW. This story will make you HAPPY. \o/]
Those are some serious ants Vecchio has in his pants. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"We're in the middle of nowhere, Stanley. You're not gonna find an anonymous blowjob in the restroom here. Communicable diseases, sure, but you probably already got a full complement."
Ray's head whips around. His brain is having trouble keeping up with his ears. "What the fuck, Vecchio?"
Rules of the road by miss_zedem
Fraser/Kowalski, PG-13, 1000 words, post-'first time'. Summary: Ray's starting to worry about Fraser.
[Fraser and his annoying mountie ways. Very cute fic!]
"Yes, Fraser, up. I just drove through a stop sign without hardly taking my foot off the gas, and you don't got a lecture for me? No Inuit story? No feel-good bullshit about keeping people safe?" I pause, giving him time to rag on me about my language. Nothing. He just sits there, staring at his goddamn hat on the goddamn dash like it's got all the answers to the freaking universe written on it.
Simply Green by dessert_first
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 3700 words, first time, cross-dressing, undercover.
[This fic hits my kink button really hard. Just guh. HOT HOT HOT. And sweeeeeet! And... and... "transvestite hooker librarian"!!! There. :)]
"But Ray," Fraser says again, and how does he do that? "I'd feel more comfortable if you-"
"Fraser, I am not gonna be your pimp, okay!"
It could maybe say strange things about their working relationship that no one in the busy bullpen even bats an eye at this. Conversations keep going, telephones keep ringing, Huey keeps taking some guy's statement, Dewey keeps laughing that obnoxious laugh at something Frannie said…
Ray tries not to think about it.
Ingenuity by primroseburrows
Fraser/Kowalski, PG-13, 1292 words, kid!fic, established relationship. There's also a prequel set in the same (AU) universe - Tangles, gen, 670 words.
[KIDFIC! Lovely, lovely kidfic! Yay! *flaily arms*]
Ray peeled off his coveralls and hung them on a hook. "Hey, Gracie, how come you didn't ask your Dad about the Red China stuff? He's the walking history book, not me."
Grace shrugged and shucked off her own coveralls. "Because he'd take an hour to answer me."
"Good point," said Ray, and together they trudged up the hill to the house.
Sometimes by bertybertle
Fraser/Kowalski, PG, 2172 words, pre-slash/established relationship, partly post-CotW.
[This is so very beautiful. Quiet, gentle, poetic, a bit angsty. Such a great story!]
But the words aren’t there. He can almost feel the shape of them in his mouth - almost make the sounds of the tantalising fragments that dance wildly just on the edge of his consciousness.
Ray thinks that the great writers and orators have used them all up - that there were a finite number of words to be spoken, and Ray has come to the party too late. Whitman has already said it, Shakespeare got there first or Tolstoy used the last of them. Someone else, someone smart, got Ray’s quota of words. So all as he’s left with is the yearning, the desperate need to explain himself and nothing to do it with.
Warm and capable of earnest grasping by belmanoir
Fraser/Vecchio, NC-17, 4421 words, first time, angst. Summary: Ray isn't impressed by Keats' poetry...at first.
[Fraser, Ray and the aftermath of "Victoria's Secret". Angsty and very, very hot. Brilliant RayV!voice. Hmm, what more to say? It's Belmanoir, people! *clutches fic to bosom*]
"It was perhaps ungenerous, Ray. But Keats was very young and dying of tuberculosis and believed his fiancée's affection to be more shallow and fleeting than his own. Recent scholarship suggests he may have misjudged her, but--"
"So he's saying, 'hey, you don't appreciate me now but when I'm dead you'll be gagging for it, but it's cool, I forgive you'?"
Fraser tilted his head, his mouth curving. "In essence, yes."
"Real big of him. If I were her I'd have hit him with my purse."
Oh, and I almost forgot. Thank you, dear anon, whoever you are, for such a cute and cuddly polar bear! *hearts* :)
Another Roadside Attraction by alex51324
Gen, Fraser, Kowalski, PG-13, 1976 words, humour. Summary: Fraser has a lot to learn about road trips.
[Ray and Fraser on a road trip with Fraser behind the wheel. So FUNNY! *g*]
Ray tried to think of something that would leave him wanting to eat a sandwich that even the wolf wasn’t interested in. “Well, suppose the car breaks down. In a cell phone dead zone. And then when we go to walk for help, we both break both of our legs. And we can’t flag down a passing car for help because--” He searched for a plausible reason, but didn’t find one. “Because everyone else’s car has broken down too. If that happened, we’d be kicking ourselves for passing up a chance to stop at a giant cow with a snack bar.”
Trample Down Barbed Wire by catwalksalone
Kowalski/Vecchio, R, 2300 words, first time, some angst, post-CotW.
[Another road trip for your enjoyment. Nothing funny *here*. If you love your Rays, go and read this RIGHT NOW. This story will make you HAPPY. \o/]
Those are some serious ants Vecchio has in his pants. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"We're in the middle of nowhere, Stanley. You're not gonna find an anonymous blowjob in the restroom here. Communicable diseases, sure, but you probably already got a full complement."
Ray's head whips around. His brain is having trouble keeping up with his ears. "What the fuck, Vecchio?"
Rules of the road by miss_zedem
Fraser/Kowalski, PG-13, 1000 words, post-'first time'. Summary: Ray's starting to worry about Fraser.
[Fraser and his annoying mountie ways. Very cute fic!]
"Yes, Fraser, up. I just drove through a stop sign without hardly taking my foot off the gas, and you don't got a lecture for me? No Inuit story? No feel-good bullshit about keeping people safe?" I pause, giving him time to rag on me about my language. Nothing. He just sits there, staring at his goddamn hat on the goddamn dash like it's got all the answers to the freaking universe written on it.
Simply Green by dessert_first
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 3700 words, first time, cross-dressing, undercover.
[This fic hits my kink button really hard. Just guh. HOT HOT HOT. And sweeeeeet! And... and... "transvestite hooker librarian"!!! There. :)]
"But Ray," Fraser says again, and how does he do that? "I'd feel more comfortable if you-"
"Fraser, I am not gonna be your pimp, okay!"
It could maybe say strange things about their working relationship that no one in the busy bullpen even bats an eye at this. Conversations keep going, telephones keep ringing, Huey keeps taking some guy's statement, Dewey keeps laughing that obnoxious laugh at something Frannie said…
Ray tries not to think about it.
Ingenuity by primroseburrows
Fraser/Kowalski, PG-13, 1292 words, kid!fic, established relationship. There's also a prequel set in the same (AU) universe - Tangles, gen, 670 words.
[KIDFIC! Lovely, lovely kidfic! Yay! *flaily arms*]
Ray peeled off his coveralls and hung them on a hook. "Hey, Gracie, how come you didn't ask your Dad about the Red China stuff? He's the walking history book, not me."
Grace shrugged and shucked off her own coveralls. "Because he'd take an hour to answer me."
"Good point," said Ray, and together they trudged up the hill to the house.
Sometimes by bertybertle
Fraser/Kowalski, PG, 2172 words, pre-slash/established relationship, partly post-CotW.
[This is so very beautiful. Quiet, gentle, poetic, a bit angsty. Such a great story!]
But the words aren’t there. He can almost feel the shape of them in his mouth - almost make the sounds of the tantalising fragments that dance wildly just on the edge of his consciousness.
Ray thinks that the great writers and orators have used them all up - that there were a finite number of words to be spoken, and Ray has come to the party too late. Whitman has already said it, Shakespeare got there first or Tolstoy used the last of them. Someone else, someone smart, got Ray’s quota of words. So all as he’s left with is the yearning, the desperate need to explain himself and nothing to do it with.
Warm and capable of earnest grasping by belmanoir
Fraser/Vecchio, NC-17, 4421 words, first time, angst. Summary: Ray isn't impressed by Keats' poetry...at first.
[Fraser, Ray and the aftermath of "Victoria's Secret". Angsty and very, very hot. Brilliant RayV!voice. Hmm, what more to say? It's Belmanoir, people! *clutches fic to bosom*]
"It was perhaps ungenerous, Ray. But Keats was very young and dying of tuberculosis and believed his fiancée's affection to be more shallow and fleeting than his own. Recent scholarship suggests he may have misjudged her, but--"
"So he's saying, 'hey, you don't appreciate me now but when I'm dead you'll be gagging for it, but it's cool, I forgive you'?"
Fraser tilted his head, his mouth curving. "In essence, yes."
"Real big of him. If I were her I'd have hit him with my purse."
Oh, and I almost forgot. Thank you, dear anon, whoever you are, for such a cute and cuddly polar bear! *hearts* :)