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ds_recsredux2008-07-01 05:39 pm
instantramen) wrote in ds_recsredux2008-07-01 05:39 pm
Ben of the Tundra, Floating Islands are Invariably Krakens, Matrimony
Title: Ben of the Tundra
Author: Tara Keezer/![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elementalv
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~6000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Okay, it's a crack AU loosely based on George of the Jungle. The Muldoon case, except Fraser never came to Chicago, Bob's still alive, Kowalski and Vecchio have been working together for a while, and solemnity is pretty much nonexistent. Read now for cozy ice houses, bodacious Canadian babes, and Ray Kowalski literally getting swept off his feet.
By the time Ray reached the top of the snow, he was cold and hungry, yes, but what he wanted more than anything else in the world was to have a smoke, because every man who was about to die deserved a cigarette, right? Right. He also deserved a last pizza, one with pineapple, goddamnit, and while he was at it, he would finish his dinner with a cold beer.
As he knelt in the snow beside the Ray-shaped hole, too tired even to fall over onto his side, Ray figured he was done for and soon, because he was starting to hallucinate. That’s what it had to be, a hallucination, since there was no way he was hearing some guy yelling, “Wheeeeee!”
Ben of the Tundra
Title: Floating Islands are Invariably Krakens
Author: little-b/buzzylittleb
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~2800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Apparently submarines are a necessary catalyst for some of the changes in Ray and Fraser's relationship. In this fic set during the Quest, the second sub didn't quite do its job, so the universe throws a third at them--this time with bonus sea monsters!
Ray’s in a submarine.
Really, Ray’s in an honest to god submarine.
Things like this need to stop happening to Ray, but then, that would mean Fraser would stop happening to Ray and that would be a bad thing. Not just for Ray, but for Fraser too, ‘though Ray doesn’t think Fraser would let himself see it that way.
You learn to stay away from things that hurt you. Like the top of the stove, or the jocks at high school, or Gold Coast girls with smiles like pearls… You get the idea. The problem, and Ray thinks Fraser knows this in his bones - knows better than most folks, is that life hurts. There is no recipe for perfect happiness and hell is other people.
Ray sounds like a fortune cookie, or maybe like he’s in therapy, but really you should bear with him on this one.
Floating islands are invariably Krakens
Title: Matrimony
Author:misspamela
Pairing: F/K
Rating: Unrated sans porn
Length: ~1300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I have a huge weakness for the Last to Know scenario. You know what I'm talking about, those fics where one or both halves of the couple in question don't realize they're involved until other people point it out somehow. The utter innocence of the instigating gift in this case never fails to amuse me.
He tore through the rest of the wrapping easily and pulled out –
No.
My God.
She didn’t.
Ray could feel dread and panic crawling their way up his throat from the pit of his stomach. Oh yeah, this was a hundred times worse than a purple fucking sweater with mutant bunny buttons. (Not that he had personal experience in that area, no he did not.)
She sent…a quilt.
Matrimony
Author: Tara Keezer/
elementalvPairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~6000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Okay, it's a crack AU loosely based on George of the Jungle. The Muldoon case, except Fraser never came to Chicago, Bob's still alive, Kowalski and Vecchio have been working together for a while, and solemnity is pretty much nonexistent. Read now for cozy ice houses, bodacious Canadian babes, and Ray Kowalski literally getting swept off his feet.
By the time Ray reached the top of the snow, he was cold and hungry, yes, but what he wanted more than anything else in the world was to have a smoke, because every man who was about to die deserved a cigarette, right? Right. He also deserved a last pizza, one with pineapple, goddamnit, and while he was at it, he would finish his dinner with a cold beer.
As he knelt in the snow beside the Ray-shaped hole, too tired even to fall over onto his side, Ray figured he was done for and soon, because he was starting to hallucinate. That’s what it had to be, a hallucination, since there was no way he was hearing some guy yelling, “Wheeeeee!”
Ben of the Tundra
Title: Floating Islands are Invariably Krakens
Author: little-b/
buzzylittlebPairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: ~2800 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Apparently submarines are a necessary catalyst for some of the changes in Ray and Fraser's relationship. In this fic set during the Quest, the second sub didn't quite do its job, so the universe throws a third at them--this time with bonus sea monsters!
Ray’s in a submarine.
Really, Ray’s in an honest to god submarine.
Things like this need to stop happening to Ray, but then, that would mean Fraser would stop happening to Ray and that would be a bad thing. Not just for Ray, but for Fraser too, ‘though Ray doesn’t think Fraser would let himself see it that way.
You learn to stay away from things that hurt you. Like the top of the stove, or the jocks at high school, or Gold Coast girls with smiles like pearls… You get the idea. The problem, and Ray thinks Fraser knows this in his bones - knows better than most folks, is that life hurts. There is no recipe for perfect happiness and hell is other people.
Ray sounds like a fortune cookie, or maybe like he’s in therapy, but really you should bear with him on this one.
Floating islands are invariably Krakens
Title: Matrimony
Author:
misspamelaPairing: F/K
Rating: Unrated sans porn
Length: ~1300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: I have a huge weakness for the Last to Know scenario. You know what I'm talking about, those fics where one or both halves of the couple in question don't realize they're involved until other people point it out somehow. The utter innocence of the instigating gift in this case never fails to amuse me.
He tore through the rest of the wrapping easily and pulled out –
No.
My God.
She didn’t.
Ray could feel dread and panic crawling their way up his throat from the pit of his stomach. Oh yeah, this was a hundred times worse than a purple fucking sweater with mutant bunny buttons. (Not that he had personal experience in that area, no he did not.)
She sent…a quilt.
Matrimony
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Oh. My . God.
Brilliantly over the top and "out there"..even for DS.
I bet Paul Gross would see the humor in it and totally approve..heehee!
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