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Simply Ray; Some Strange Prophecy; Sestina
Title: Simply Ray
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ardent_muses
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 12,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: The angst! Oh, the angst! I can't read this fic without tearing up. It's so deliciously heartbreaking and so very plausible -- afraid of getting hurt, Ray and Fraser stop talking to each other, make wrong assumptions and end up making things so much worse. Oh, boys!
Excerpt:
"How's Ray getting along? Haven't seen him in a couple weeks."
"Ray? He's fine," Fraser said, hoping it was true. He flipped through the CDs. Dance music. He remembered Ray lying in his arms in their tent, promising to teach him to dance. He had looked forward to it, thought it sounded enjoyable. Something romantic for the two of them to do in the rare moments when they weren't making love. But, aside from one impulsive, awkward dance at the Valentine's Day party, it had never been mentioned again. Fraser had concluded then that he must have shown himself to be so clumsy as to be unteachable.
"Good. Good. Nice guy," said Sammy, still musing about Ray. "Real polite. But kind of . . . quiet."
Ray? Polite? Quiet?
"At first, he seemed a lot more animated. Like he was going to shake things up around here. Everybody in town was talking about it," Sammy said, leaning over the counter confidentially.
Fraser's defensiveness must have shown on his face, because Sammy continued, "Oh! Not like that. Not in a bad way. Just. . . in a fun way. Full of the devil. Lively."
"Ah." Fraser nodded. "Yes. Ray can be . . . very lively." He used to be lively. He used to be Ray.
Simply Ray
Title: Some Strange Prophecy
Author:cesperanza
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Fraser/various OCs
Rating: NC-17
Length: 53,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I hated this fic the first time I read it. I didn't understand Fraser's actions. I found the whole thing depressing and anti-romantic. But I couldn't stop re-reading the damn thing! Once I finally got a handle on it, I loved it madly. This fic has a very bold concept of Fraser -- but also a very specific one. He may at first seem OOC, but there are very in-character motivations for his actions.
Excerpt:
"He's asleep. In his room," Ray explained wearily. "He's drunk."
"Okay, this is very not good," Vecchio muttered.
"No, it's really not." Ray moved his arm off his eyes; he was past crying now. "Look, I have to get out of here, Vecchio. This isn't— This was a crazy idea—"
"Okay, wait, wait, just wait," Vecchio said quickly, and even though Ray understood this was the first rule of talking down suicides, he waited anyway. "Just—slow down and tell me what happened."
"Nothing happened," Ray insisted. "He's fine, he's happy, he's—experimenting, I guess. He ate oysters on the half-shell. He fucked a waiter and a beauty pageant winner. And me. Me several times," Ray confessed.
Some Strange Prophecy
Title: Sestina (the series)
Author:basingstoke
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Vecchio/Stella
Rating: Not Rated (I'd give it an R)
Why I'm reccing this fic: I love how Ray and Fraser are written in this series. They're equals. They're not perfect. They're human. I love the domesticity of it, the little details of their post-CotW 'out but not advertising it' life. I love Vecchio's portrayal as well, his uneasy acceptance of Ray and Fraser and his relationship with Stella. This fic is a crossover with 'Homocide: Life on the Streets' but no knowledge of that show is required.
Excerpt:
Ray splashed some water on his face in the bathroom, toweling himself dry. He watched the water drain from the sink, spiraling down. He could hear Kowalski walking around the apartment and braced himself for the upcoming conversation. It wouldn't be easy; he felt worn out already.
Fraser and Kowalski were murmuring in the living room, a warm, comfortable sound. The sound of lovers safe in their own house. God help him, but he was getting used to the idea; it was starting to seem normal, or at least no weirder than Fraser usually was.
He poked his head out of the bathroom to see Fraser and Kowalski standing and kissing against the back of the couch. Kowalski's hand ruffling Fraser's hair, Fraser's arms wrapped around Kowalski's waist under that long leather jacket of his, both sets of eyes closed as their mouths met gently. He ducked back into the bathroom to give them some privacy. Even if Fraser was his best friend, that still didn't give him the right to be a peeping tom.
Sestina: Zen. Tidal Waves. Cigarettes. Baby's Breath. Collision. North.
Author:
ardent_musesPairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 12,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: The angst! Oh, the angst! I can't read this fic without tearing up. It's so deliciously heartbreaking and so very plausible -- afraid of getting hurt, Ray and Fraser stop talking to each other, make wrong assumptions and end up making things so much worse. Oh, boys!
Excerpt:
"How's Ray getting along? Haven't seen him in a couple weeks."
"Ray? He's fine," Fraser said, hoping it was true. He flipped through the CDs. Dance music. He remembered Ray lying in his arms in their tent, promising to teach him to dance. He had looked forward to it, thought it sounded enjoyable. Something romantic for the two of them to do in the rare moments when they weren't making love. But, aside from one impulsive, awkward dance at the Valentine's Day party, it had never been mentioned again. Fraser had concluded then that he must have shown himself to be so clumsy as to be unteachable.
"Good. Good. Nice guy," said Sammy, still musing about Ray. "Real polite. But kind of . . . quiet."
Ray? Polite? Quiet?
"At first, he seemed a lot more animated. Like he was going to shake things up around here. Everybody in town was talking about it," Sammy said, leaning over the counter confidentially.
Fraser's defensiveness must have shown on his face, because Sammy continued, "Oh! Not like that. Not in a bad way. Just. . . in a fun way. Full of the devil. Lively."
"Ah." Fraser nodded. "Yes. Ray can be . . . very lively." He used to be lively. He used to be Ray.
Simply Ray
Title: Some Strange Prophecy
Author:
cesperanzaPairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Fraser/various OCs
Rating: NC-17
Length: 53,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I hated this fic the first time I read it. I didn't understand Fraser's actions. I found the whole thing depressing and anti-romantic. But I couldn't stop re-reading the damn thing! Once I finally got a handle on it, I loved it madly. This fic has a very bold concept of Fraser -- but also a very specific one. He may at first seem OOC, but there are very in-character motivations for his actions.
Excerpt:
"He's asleep. In his room," Ray explained wearily. "He's drunk."
"Okay, this is very not good," Vecchio muttered.
"No, it's really not." Ray moved his arm off his eyes; he was past crying now. "Look, I have to get out of here, Vecchio. This isn't— This was a crazy idea—"
"Okay, wait, wait, just wait," Vecchio said quickly, and even though Ray understood this was the first rule of talking down suicides, he waited anyway. "Just—slow down and tell me what happened."
"Nothing happened," Ray insisted. "He's fine, he's happy, he's—experimenting, I guess. He ate oysters on the half-shell. He fucked a waiter and a beauty pageant winner. And me. Me several times," Ray confessed.
Some Strange Prophecy
Title: Sestina (the series)
Author:
basingstokePairing: Fraser/Kowalski, Vecchio/Stella
Rating: Not Rated (I'd give it an R)
Why I'm reccing this fic: I love how Ray and Fraser are written in this series. They're equals. They're not perfect. They're human. I love the domesticity of it, the little details of their post-CotW 'out but not advertising it' life. I love Vecchio's portrayal as well, his uneasy acceptance of Ray and Fraser and his relationship with Stella. This fic is a crossover with 'Homocide: Life on the Streets' but no knowledge of that show is required.
Excerpt:
Ray splashed some water on his face in the bathroom, toweling himself dry. He watched the water drain from the sink, spiraling down. He could hear Kowalski walking around the apartment and braced himself for the upcoming conversation. It wouldn't be easy; he felt worn out already.
Fraser and Kowalski were murmuring in the living room, a warm, comfortable sound. The sound of lovers safe in their own house. God help him, but he was getting used to the idea; it was starting to seem normal, or at least no weirder than Fraser usually was.
He poked his head out of the bathroom to see Fraser and Kowalski standing and kissing against the back of the couch. Kowalski's hand ruffling Fraser's hair, Fraser's arms wrapped around Kowalski's waist under that long leather jacket of his, both sets of eyes closed as their mouths met gently. He ducked back into the bathroom to give them some privacy. Even if Fraser was his best friend, that still didn't give him the right to be a peeping tom.
Sestina: Zen. Tidal Waves. Cigarettes. Baby's Breath. Collision. North.
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I haven't read the others, so thanks for the links!
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Looking forward to reading the other recs.