Do-Right, Ecce Homo
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ds_recsreduxTitle: Do-Right
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sprat
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh, God, why. Well, 1) it'ssprat, and 2) leading from that, it's AMAZING. It's a young student Ray and an older professor-like Fraser, it's an academia AU, it's a little inappropriate, and it's a lot beautiful. Both are so perfectly in character, and fit this universe so damn well. The feeling in this fic blew me away. Fraser is tired and wired and frustrated, and Ray is interested and persistent. And they click. It's hot and a little sad and simply gorgeous.
One of the young ladies in the first row seems to be attempting to tell him something by mouthing the words rather than saying them aloud; a brief attempt at lip-reading reveals the contents of the message to be shockingly off-topic, and he jerks his eyes away and sucks in a desperate breath. "Ahem. So. Why don't I, ah. Begin." Slides, slides--slides will save him, because then they'll all have something else to look at, and perhaps be distracted from their more inappropriate preoccupations. He fumbles for the controller, flicks the projector on. But before he can introduce the first slide--a plaque at the Depot which displays the RCMP motto in French--the door bangs open yet again. Benton turns with everyone else to watch the latecomer make his way into the room. It's a young man with a battered paper scribbler in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The man blinks at the unexpected attention, then grins, wide and engaging, and gives the room a small salute. "Sorry," he says. "I'll just, uh..." He waves his cup of coffee at the seats (indicating sitting in one of them, perhaps?) and ducks under the projector's beam; nevertheless, his unusually...upright fair hair makes a strange silhouette on the screen as he moves past.
Do-Right
Title: Ecce Homo
Author:lady_sylvia
Pairing: F/K
Rating: not sure, actually. R?
Length: um...it doesn't say! Middle-ish.
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh God. This is SUCH an original, fascinating, hilarious, AWESOME AU. It's takes place in Italy, 1604. No. REALLY. There's Raimundo Vecchio, and Monsieur Benedetto Frasier. There's Stanislaus the sailor, and Llewellyn, his captain. There's even a slightly cooky artist Voltabufalo (GUESS WHO) and a rather...inappropriate painting. In short, this is a fucking brilliant AU, with rather a terrific epilogue. Not a lot of people seem to know about it, and they should, thus the rec. I actually don't want to even put in an excerpt because you should just go and read it without a preview. So much better that way. *g*
Ecce Homo - part 1.
Ecce Homo - part 2. (short)
Author:
spratPairing: F/K
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh, God, why. Well, 1) it's
sprat, and 2) leading from that, it's AMAZING. It's a young student Ray and an older professor-like Fraser, it's an academia AU, it's a little inappropriate, and it's a lot beautiful. Both are so perfectly in character, and fit this universe so damn well. The feeling in this fic blew me away. Fraser is tired and wired and frustrated, and Ray is interested and persistent. And they click. It's hot and a little sad and simply gorgeous. One of the young ladies in the first row seems to be attempting to tell him something by mouthing the words rather than saying them aloud; a brief attempt at lip-reading reveals the contents of the message to be shockingly off-topic, and he jerks his eyes away and sucks in a desperate breath. "Ahem. So. Why don't I, ah. Begin." Slides, slides--slides will save him, because then they'll all have something else to look at, and perhaps be distracted from their more inappropriate preoccupations. He fumbles for the controller, flicks the projector on. But before he can introduce the first slide--a plaque at the Depot which displays the RCMP motto in French--the door bangs open yet again. Benton turns with everyone else to watch the latecomer make his way into the room. It's a young man with a battered paper scribbler in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The man blinks at the unexpected attention, then grins, wide and engaging, and gives the room a small salute. "Sorry," he says. "I'll just, uh..." He waves his cup of coffee at the seats (indicating sitting in one of them, perhaps?) and ducks under the projector's beam; nevertheless, his unusually...upright fair hair makes a strange silhouette on the screen as he moves past.
Do-Right
Title: Ecce Homo
Author:
lady_sylviaPairing: F/K
Rating: not sure, actually. R?
Length: um...it doesn't say! Middle-ish.
Why I'm reccing this fic: Oh God. This is SUCH an original, fascinating, hilarious, AWESOME AU. It's takes place in Italy, 1604. No. REALLY. There's Raimundo Vecchio, and Monsieur Benedetto Frasier. There's Stanislaus the sailor, and Llewellyn, his captain. There's even a slightly cooky artist Voltabufalo (GUESS WHO) and a rather...inappropriate painting. In short, this is a fucking brilliant AU, with rather a terrific epilogue. Not a lot of people seem to know about it, and they should, thus the rec. I actually don't want to even put in an excerpt because you should just go and read it without a preview. So much better that way. *g*
Ecce Homo - part 1.
Ecce Homo - part 2. (short)
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Date: 2006-11-18 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-18 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-18 05:26 pm (UTC)(also? "Do-Right" was TOTALLY the other fic N and I were talking about this weekend.)
YAY.
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Date: 2006-11-18 05:37 pm (UTC)(Hee! Yay. I love it so fucking much. Nnnrgh.)
MWAH!