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ds_recsreduxThis is for the fic of my heart amnesty challenge---and can I just say how thrilled I am that this is going on? Because I went through like all these fics, agonizing over which to rec, FINALLY getting down to three, I had the tabs open, I was all excited about posting---and then I somehow missed the deadline. It was tragic.
Anyway, I decided I had to have a theme or I was never gonna be able to get down to three, so these are three Fraser/Vecchio S1/2 fics that capture something about the Fraser/Vecchio relationship that was amazing to me when I read them (and still is, because these are all fics I've reread like a million times each, but I mean, they were like, epiphanies that first time---like "OMG IT CAN BE LIKE THIS? REALLY? AWESOME!!!1!").
Title: in your corner
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kormantic
Pairing: F/V
Rating: R
Length: ~4500
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is a post-Duel fic where Fraser goes into shock in the Vecchio bathtub, and then stuff happens. I seriously cannot even count how many times I have read this story. Amazing Vecchio voice, there's one of my favorite Inuit stories EVER, I love the epigraph with a burning, burning love...plus OMG the ending! I think this was the first seriously angsty Vecchio I read, and although I choose to believe the ending is unequivocally happy...let me just say that some of the choices she makes for the romance were really exciting to me and taught me something about the freedom that you have as a fanfiction author to write whatever kind of love story you want.
Link to the story: in your corner
"In order to protect their winter stores, the Inuit would rub a sharpened knife with seal fat, and bury the knife hilt first in a snowbank." He swallows, a funny little gulping sound, like his throat's too tight, but being Fraser, he just keeps going. "The scent naturally attracted the starving wolves, who would then lick the knife in desperation.
"These knives were so sharp, and the air so bitter, numbingly cold, that the wolves never knew they'd cut their own tongues to ribbons. That they were, in fact, bleeding to death."
Okay, Ray. Think. He's trying to tell you something here.
Something clicks into place and I realize a few things. One, that Benny has all the earmarks of somebody having a post traumatic stress reaction. Which was, two, triggered by Mountie Brush With Death #3046...
In which Carver, a real scumbag, does some homework and starts fucking with my life, stalking my friends and threatening my family, all because of some old grudge...
And suddenly, I just *know* this is about Victoria.
Title: Conviction
Author:china_shop
Pairing: F/V
Rating: PG
Length: ~5500
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fic, for me, captures exactly the way I see Fraser/Vecchio towards the end of season 1, that whole arc through "Heaven and Earth." That plotline with Frannie and the scene in the interrogation room is one I've come back to again and again in my own fic, and the waychina_shop deals with it here is just...exactly what I always wanted without knowing it, and here it is! Amazing Vecchio voice, great interpretation of canon moments, and...just the way Vecchio YEARNS for Fraser, this sad hopeless devotion, and Fraser with his own inability to make the first move...just. Wow. Also, awesome Frannie! \o/
Link to the story: Conviction
It never seemed to be the right time to bring it up, though. Months passed. They chased perps and saved people, and Ray followed Fraser into blind alleys crowded with guys with guns, into slums and sewers, saying I love you with every footstep. He even blew up his fucking car for Fraser, but he still couldn’t make himself make a move, not a real one, not a pulling-Fraser-into-his-arms-and-kissing-him move. Partly he was waiting for Fraser to be the one to do it, for Fraser to figure it out and say something, do something, give him a sign. And partly, yeah, Ray could admit it: he was scared. The thought of taking that step made his stomach curl into painful knots. It gave Ray vertigo, and it wasn’t like there wasn’t enough stress in Ray’s life already. There were so many ways it could go, that conversation they weren’t having, and a lot of those ways would hurt like hell.
Title: The Sight of the Stars
Author:brynnmck
Pairing: F/V
Rating: R
Length: ~3000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is like, the perfect, perfect banter-y two-cops-one-motel-room-one-bed fic. This is Ray and Fraser doing their thing, their awesome, awesome thing where Ray is hilarious and Fraser is secretly orchestrating everything but still insecure, and they're crazy and adorable and care about each other so much. *loves* The first time I read this fic, I pretty much bounced up and down in my chair making squeeing noises for the entire second half.
Link to the story: The Sight of the Stars
Ray sacrificed another tiny bottle of whiskey to the crappy motel gods and grabbed the remote control, planning to collapse on the bed for some good old-fashioned American self-indulgence. But when he turned around, Fraser was already there, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his back ramrod-straight against the headboard and the sleeves of his white shirt pulled up a little, exposing muscled forearms. Ray swallowed hard, suddenly thinking fondly of tracking the crazy granola guy through a tomato-can minefield.
"Uh," he managed. "I'll just, ah...I'll take the chair."
"Nonsense, Ray," Fraser objected, and there was something weird about the way he said it, but Ray was too busy trying to ignore his own weirdness to start examining Fraser's. Besides, Fraser's weirdness was a long and winding road and Ray wasn't sure he'd ever find the end of it. "That chair is much too close to the television. An officer's eyesight is one of his most valuable assets."
"Yeah, but--"
"You know, in Inuit culture, the practice of sharing a bed between friends is quite common. The people have a name for it, which, translated roughly, means--"
"You know what?" Ray interrupted, wishing he had an Inuit handy so he could punch him in the nose. "Forget I said anything. Scoot over."
Fraser held both hands out in front of him, palm-up. "It's not a particularly large bed, Ray, and there's only so much--"
"Fraser."
"Scooting."
Anyway, I decided I had to have a theme or I was never gonna be able to get down to three, so these are three Fraser/Vecchio S1/2 fics that capture something about the Fraser/Vecchio relationship that was amazing to me when I read them (and still is, because these are all fics I've reread like a million times each, but I mean, they were like, epiphanies that first time---like "OMG IT CAN BE LIKE THIS? REALLY? AWESOME!!!1!").
Title: in your corner
Author:
kormanticPairing: F/V
Rating: R
Length: ~4500
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is a post-Duel fic where Fraser goes into shock in the Vecchio bathtub, and then stuff happens. I seriously cannot even count how many times I have read this story. Amazing Vecchio voice, there's one of my favorite Inuit stories EVER, I love the epigraph with a burning, burning love...plus OMG the ending! I think this was the first seriously angsty Vecchio I read, and although I choose to believe the ending is unequivocally happy...let me just say that some of the choices she makes for the romance were really exciting to me and taught me something about the freedom that you have as a fanfiction author to write whatever kind of love story you want.
Link to the story: in your corner
"In order to protect their winter stores, the Inuit would rub a sharpened knife with seal fat, and bury the knife hilt first in a snowbank." He swallows, a funny little gulping sound, like his throat's too tight, but being Fraser, he just keeps going. "The scent naturally attracted the starving wolves, who would then lick the knife in desperation.
"These knives were so sharp, and the air so bitter, numbingly cold, that the wolves never knew they'd cut their own tongues to ribbons. That they were, in fact, bleeding to death."
Okay, Ray. Think. He's trying to tell you something here.
Something clicks into place and I realize a few things. One, that Benny has all the earmarks of somebody having a post traumatic stress reaction. Which was, two, triggered by Mountie Brush With Death #3046...
In which Carver, a real scumbag, does some homework and starts fucking with my life, stalking my friends and threatening my family, all because of some old grudge...
And suddenly, I just *know* this is about Victoria.
Title: Conviction
Author:
china_shopPairing: F/V
Rating: PG
Length: ~5500
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fic, for me, captures exactly the way I see Fraser/Vecchio towards the end of season 1, that whole arc through "Heaven and Earth." That plotline with Frannie and the scene in the interrogation room is one I've come back to again and again in my own fic, and the way
china_shop deals with it here is just...exactly what I always wanted without knowing it, and here it is! Amazing Vecchio voice, great interpretation of canon moments, and...just the way Vecchio YEARNS for Fraser, this sad hopeless devotion, and Fraser with his own inability to make the first move...just. Wow. Also, awesome Frannie! \o/Link to the story: Conviction
It never seemed to be the right time to bring it up, though. Months passed. They chased perps and saved people, and Ray followed Fraser into blind alleys crowded with guys with guns, into slums and sewers, saying I love you with every footstep. He even blew up his fucking car for Fraser, but he still couldn’t make himself make a move, not a real one, not a pulling-Fraser-into-his-arms-and-kissing-him move. Partly he was waiting for Fraser to be the one to do it, for Fraser to figure it out and say something, do something, give him a sign. And partly, yeah, Ray could admit it: he was scared. The thought of taking that step made his stomach curl into painful knots. It gave Ray vertigo, and it wasn’t like there wasn’t enough stress in Ray’s life already. There were so many ways it could go, that conversation they weren’t having, and a lot of those ways would hurt like hell.
Title: The Sight of the Stars
Author:
brynnmckPairing: F/V
Rating: R
Length: ~3000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This is like, the perfect, perfect banter-y two-cops-one-motel-room-one-bed fic. This is Ray and Fraser doing their thing, their awesome, awesome thing where Ray is hilarious and Fraser is secretly orchestrating everything but still insecure, and they're crazy and adorable and care about each other so much. *loves* The first time I read this fic, I pretty much bounced up and down in my chair making squeeing noises for the entire second half.
Link to the story: The Sight of the Stars
Ray sacrificed another tiny bottle of whiskey to the crappy motel gods and grabbed the remote control, planning to collapse on the bed for some good old-fashioned American self-indulgence. But when he turned around, Fraser was already there, his long legs stretched out in front of him, his back ramrod-straight against the headboard and the sleeves of his white shirt pulled up a little, exposing muscled forearms. Ray swallowed hard, suddenly thinking fondly of tracking the crazy granola guy through a tomato-can minefield.
"Uh," he managed. "I'll just, ah...I'll take the chair."
"Nonsense, Ray," Fraser objected, and there was something weird about the way he said it, but Ray was too busy trying to ignore his own weirdness to start examining Fraser's. Besides, Fraser's weirdness was a long and winding road and Ray wasn't sure he'd ever find the end of it. "That chair is much too close to the television. An officer's eyesight is one of his most valuable assets."
"Yeah, but--"
"You know, in Inuit culture, the practice of sharing a bed between friends is quite common. The people have a name for it, which, translated roughly, means--"
"You know what?" Ray interrupted, wishing he had an Inuit handy so he could punch him in the nose. "Forget I said anything. Scoot over."
Fraser held both hands out in front of him, palm-up. "It's not a particularly large bed, Ray, and there's only so much--"
"Fraser."
"Scooting."
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Date: 2008-02-19 10:37 am (UTC)