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ds_recsreduxTitle: Myerp
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mondschein1
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating:PG13
Length:Short to middle
Why I'm reccing this fic:
Okay, I'm totally cheating because I'm not only reccing Myerp, but also its sequels Moirrp, Myerp Myerp and Koosh, Meet Park. But you have to read the entire series because of its awesomeness. The entire series makes me happy and that's why it is one of my favourites.
Why do I rec it? Well, it is basically alien!kid!fic with a serving of first!time!relationship. Yes, it is crack!fic. But only the premise is crack -mondschein1 writes the story so well that you're sucked in it and you have to love it. See the excerpt:
Ray nudges the door shut, locks it -- there, good, that's all they need. He turns around, so that him and Fraser are pretty much nose to nose. "Shut up," he tells Fraser softly, grinning broadly.
Fraser looks terrified. "Under -- oh," he says quietly, when Ray puts a hand to the side of his face. "Are -- are you going to -- "
"Yup," Ray says, and -- no more talking, they've already talked about this too much -- pulls Fraser closer, brings their mouths together, gets his hands up in Fraser's hair --
"Myerp," someone says -- someone that's not him or Fraser -- and they both jump.
Fraser, for his part, springs practically to the other side of the room, while Ray's suddenly a lot farther from the door than he remembers being a second ago. Not that this is important, because -- "Fraser," Ray asks, one hand going to his holster automatically, "what the hell's that?"
"I don't know, Ray," Fraser replies, getting that annoying fascinated look he gets when you're about to tell him something important and he smells bark tea being brewed six bloxks away. "Do you think it's alive?"
"Myerp," it says again. It is small. It is purple. It is fuzzy. It is round. It is poofy. Actually, it looks kinda like a Koosh ball, if Koosh balls made a habit of talking.
"Yeah, maybe," Ray answers. "Look, whaddaya say we leave it here for Frannie. She'll love it, girls love that shit, they go all mushy and -- "
"Ray." Uh-oh, Fraser's gone righteous again. Dammit. "We can't. It'll watch us."
Ray blinks. "Fraser, it's a talking Koosh ball. Okay, it's weird, but -- "
"With eyes." Fraser frowns, tugging at his collar, which is all crooked. Ray feels vaguely triumphant -- hey, he's messed up the Mountie's suit, and he's not getting told off -- and then registers what Fraser just said.
"Eyes?" Ray repeats, looking again -- and yeah, Fraser's right. The -- thing -- has two big, shiny black circles on one side, and as Ray watches, some of the Koosh ball stuff falls down over them, comes back up again. "Hey!" Ray says, astounded. "It blinked at me!"
"I suspect so, yes," Fraser says, going red again. "I also suspect that it was witness to our -- well, to -- "
"You suck, Fraser," Ray informs him in no uncertain terms, folding his arms and glaring. Trust the Mountie to develop a need for privacy when it's a Koosh ball watching, instead of Welsh.
"Not now, Ray," Fraser snaps, exasperated.
Myerp, Moirrp, Myerp Myerp and Koosh, Meet Park
Author:
mondschein1Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating:PG13
Length:Short to middle
Why I'm reccing this fic:
Okay, I'm totally cheating because I'm not only reccing Myerp, but also its sequels Moirrp, Myerp Myerp and Koosh, Meet Park. But you have to read the entire series because of its awesomeness. The entire series makes me happy and that's why it is one of my favourites.
Why do I rec it? Well, it is basically alien!kid!fic with a serving of first!time!relationship. Yes, it is crack!fic. But only the premise is crack -
mondschein1 writes the story so well that you're sucked in it and you have to love it. See the excerpt:Ray nudges the door shut, locks it -- there, good, that's all they need. He turns around, so that him and Fraser are pretty much nose to nose. "Shut up," he tells Fraser softly, grinning broadly.
Fraser looks terrified. "Under -- oh," he says quietly, when Ray puts a hand to the side of his face. "Are -- are you going to -- "
"Yup," Ray says, and -- no more talking, they've already talked about this too much -- pulls Fraser closer, brings their mouths together, gets his hands up in Fraser's hair --
"Myerp," someone says -- someone that's not him or Fraser -- and they both jump.
Fraser, for his part, springs practically to the other side of the room, while Ray's suddenly a lot farther from the door than he remembers being a second ago. Not that this is important, because -- "Fraser," Ray asks, one hand going to his holster automatically, "what the hell's that?"
"I don't know, Ray," Fraser replies, getting that annoying fascinated look he gets when you're about to tell him something important and he smells bark tea being brewed six bloxks away. "Do you think it's alive?"
"Myerp," it says again. It is small. It is purple. It is fuzzy. It is round. It is poofy. Actually, it looks kinda like a Koosh ball, if Koosh balls made a habit of talking.
"Yeah, maybe," Ray answers. "Look, whaddaya say we leave it here for Frannie. She'll love it, girls love that shit, they go all mushy and -- "
"Ray." Uh-oh, Fraser's gone righteous again. Dammit. "We can't. It'll watch us."
Ray blinks. "Fraser, it's a talking Koosh ball. Okay, it's weird, but -- "
"With eyes." Fraser frowns, tugging at his collar, which is all crooked. Ray feels vaguely triumphant -- hey, he's messed up the Mountie's suit, and he's not getting told off -- and then registers what Fraser just said.
"Eyes?" Ray repeats, looking again -- and yeah, Fraser's right. The -- thing -- has two big, shiny black circles on one side, and as Ray watches, some of the Koosh ball stuff falls down over them, comes back up again. "Hey!" Ray says, astounded. "It blinked at me!"
"I suspect so, yes," Fraser says, going red again. "I also suspect that it was witness to our -- well, to -- "
"You suck, Fraser," Ray informs him in no uncertain terms, folding his arms and glaring. Trust the Mountie to develop a need for privacy when it's a Koosh ball watching, instead of Welsh.
"Not now, Ray," Fraser snaps, exasperated.
Myerp, Moirrp, Myerp Myerp and Koosh, Meet Park
