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ds_recsreduxTitle: Five of Dief's Favorite Snacks
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makesmewannadie
Pairing: None.
Rating: G
Length: Short.
Why I'm reccing this fic: MMWD calls this a "minific", and it is wee, but it's so spot-on.
3. Um, don't tell anyone, but cat poo. It's like the Taco Bell of wolf snacks; a total guilty pleasure, no redeeming culinary excuses. But it's so stinky! And crunchy! Fraser makes him sleep outside if he catches Dief eating it, but Dief thinks it's worth it. He might lick Fraser's boots a little in revenge, though. The odor transfers.
Five of Dief's Favorite Snacks
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Title: About a Dog
Author:cesperanza
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski.
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long.
Why I'm reccing this fic: It reads like an episode, because you know the weird is always on in DS. The basic premise of this fic is that, for reasons that don't require exploring, etc., Dief has become human. It's case-fic, it's Fraser/RayK, and it's hot as hell, and it's funny, too.
Fraser came over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down; he and Dave were clearly going to have to have some sort of conversation about what was going on. "I think you and I should talk."
"Yeah," Dave agreed instantly, licking his lips in apparent anticipation. "Me too."
Ah. They were on the same page, then. "Because I have to confess that I'm very confused."
Dave's response took him aback. "You're confused? You're—I mean, I— I—" and then Dave gave up on speech entirely and started signing furiously with his big, graceful hands. Fraser stared, trying to follow the verbs and nouns flying through the air. "Look at. This. Awful—" (What was that sign?) Body. "This awful human body," Dave Von Baker signed.
Fraser felt that bird pecking at his skull again. Peck. Peck. "I'm not sure what you—"
Dave ignored him. "Ithh's crazy!" Dave said thickly, and then he was signing, "What a d-r-a-g! Okay," he amended, with a very Dief-like tilt of his head, like he could smell some imminent objection in the air. "I like the o-p-p-o-s-a-b-l-e t-h-u-m-b," he signed, and when Fraser nodded to show he understood, Dave showed him an enthusiastic thumbs' up. "But the rest of the human body?" he signed. "You. Can. Keep. It."
"You're..." God, he really hoped that this wasn't some kind of sanity test, because if so, he thought he was doing very poorly. "You're saying you...er. Don't normally have a human body?"
Dave snorted with disdain. "You know I don't," he signed, and then he added, thickly, "You've got to help me, Captain!"
* * * * *
"You know," Diefenbaker mused, and Fraser turned to study his face, "I think you should fuck Ray."
Fraser stared at him, then opened his mouth widely, so that his ears popped. He could not have heard that correctly. "Excuse me?"
"I think you should fuck Ray," Dief repeated, and this time he made the letter "F" with both hands and smacked them together with a slow, unstoppable rhythm.
While this sign was new to Fraser, it was still perfectly comprehensible.
"What on earth--" Fraser began, and then he realized that stress had made him raise his voice, which was not only stupid with Ray on the other side of a Japanese screen but pointless in any case, as he was talking to his own deaf wolf, "--what on earth," Fraser repeated, in the barest of whispers, "would make you say such a thing?"
He'd intended the words as a rebuke, but Dief seemed to take it as a perfectly straightforward question. "I think he wants you to," Dief replied, brow furrowed in thought. "He's sending all the signals. And
I think it would make you--" Fraser watched as Dief patted his heart with the palm of his hand, "--happy," and really, Fraser thought, it was amazing how close the sign for "happy" was to the sign for "heart attack." Close enough for government work, even in Canada.
About a Dog
Author:
makesmewannadiePairing: None.
Rating: G
Length: Short.
Why I'm reccing this fic: MMWD calls this a "minific", and it is wee, but it's so spot-on.
3. Um, don't tell anyone, but cat poo. It's like the Taco Bell of wolf snacks; a total guilty pleasure, no redeeming culinary excuses. But it's so stinky! And crunchy! Fraser makes him sleep outside if he catches Dief eating it, but Dief thinks it's worth it. He might lick Fraser's boots a little in revenge, though. The odor transfers.
Five of Dief's Favorite Snacks
* * * * *
Title: About a Dog
Author:
cesperanzaPairing: Fraser/Kowalski.
Rating: NC-17
Length: Long.
Why I'm reccing this fic: It reads like an episode, because you know the weird is always on in DS. The basic premise of this fic is that, for reasons that don't require exploring, etc., Dief has become human. It's case-fic, it's Fraser/RayK, and it's hot as hell, and it's funny, too.
Fraser came over to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down; he and Dave were clearly going to have to have some sort of conversation about what was going on. "I think you and I should talk."
"Yeah," Dave agreed instantly, licking his lips in apparent anticipation. "Me too."
Ah. They were on the same page, then. "Because I have to confess that I'm very confused."
Dave's response took him aback. "You're confused? You're—I mean, I— I—" and then Dave gave up on speech entirely and started signing furiously with his big, graceful hands. Fraser stared, trying to follow the verbs and nouns flying through the air. "Look at. This. Awful—" (What was that sign?) Body. "This awful human body," Dave Von Baker signed.
Fraser felt that bird pecking at his skull again. Peck. Peck. "I'm not sure what you—"
Dave ignored him. "Ithh's crazy!" Dave said thickly, and then he was signing, "What a d-r-a-g! Okay," he amended, with a very Dief-like tilt of his head, like he could smell some imminent objection in the air. "I like the o-p-p-o-s-a-b-l-e t-h-u-m-b," he signed, and when Fraser nodded to show he understood, Dave showed him an enthusiastic thumbs' up. "But the rest of the human body?" he signed. "You. Can. Keep. It."
"You're..." God, he really hoped that this wasn't some kind of sanity test, because if so, he thought he was doing very poorly. "You're saying you...er. Don't normally have a human body?"
Dave snorted with disdain. "You know I don't," he signed, and then he added, thickly, "You've got to help me, Captain!"
* * * * *
"You know," Diefenbaker mused, and Fraser turned to study his face, "I think you should fuck Ray."
Fraser stared at him, then opened his mouth widely, so that his ears popped. He could not have heard that correctly. "Excuse me?"
"I think you should fuck Ray," Dief repeated, and this time he made the letter "F" with both hands and smacked them together with a slow, unstoppable rhythm.
While this sign was new to Fraser, it was still perfectly comprehensible.
"What on earth--" Fraser began, and then he realized that stress had made him raise his voice, which was not only stupid with Ray on the other side of a Japanese screen but pointless in any case, as he was talking to his own deaf wolf, "--what on earth," Fraser repeated, in the barest of whispers, "would make you say such a thing?"
He'd intended the words as a rebuke, but Dief seemed to take it as a perfectly straightforward question. "I think he wants you to," Dief replied, brow furrowed in thought. "He's sending all the signals. And
I think it would make you--" Fraser watched as Dief patted his heart with the palm of his hand, "--happy," and really, Fraser thought, it was amazing how close the sign for "happy" was to the sign for "heart attack." Close enough for government work, even in Canada.
About a Dog
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Date: 2007-02-05 05:41 pm (UTC)Now if only I could get the tags to reflect your authorship!
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