Wings Of Desire, Theories Of Flight, Green Suede Boots
Three is, as
bertybertle pointed it out, hardly doable… Just imagine I recc’ed all of
kelliem ’s,
aukestrel ’s (especially their collaborations) and
cesperanza ’s stories - okay.
Title: Wings Of Desire
Author:
nos4a2no9
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: Mid
Why I'm reccing this fic:Because it’s just beautiful. It has the same feel to it like the movie - both of them; except for the end of “City Of Angels”. This story breaks my heart every time I read it.
“I saw a man in a red tunic dive onto the back of a moving car,” Ray tries to explain. No need to look at his notebook. “He clung to the top for six blocks until the driver made a mistake. And then the man rolled away and dusted himself off and kept order until the police arrived. A woman in the crowd called him a hero. Later he went back to his apartment and wept.”
Cassiel’s eyes narrow. “Why?”
This is a question Ray can answer. “He thinks he’s alone.”
“He is. They all are.”
Title: Theories Of Flight
Author:
lamardeuse
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: Mid
Why I'm reccing this fic: It hurts. After all the times I read this it still hurts, in a good way.
Not that I blame her for messing up my beautiful shield. It was dulled and chipped and dented nice and slow, so slow I didn't even see the damage right away. When I did figure I was losing it, that I was going to turn around one of these days, and whoops, no shield left, just a few flakes of paint and a rusty handle, I told myself it wasn't something I had any control over. It was the way the world worked, right? There were no more dragons left, just little rats scurrying around at your feet, so who needs a shield? Some of them were fatter than others and had better lawyers, but they were all still rats. Nothing to get worked up about. You are on the job. You are not the job. Skewer as many rats as you can on the end of your sword, but accept that you will always be wading through the fuckers.
Title: Green Suede Boots
Author:
china_shop
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: short
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's hilarious, that's what it is. Such a great study of Frannie.
I tell her I’m not a cop, and that’s when she tries to grab the boots right out of my hands. I need these boots, so I tug as hard as I can, and she lets go and they fly out of my hands too and go hurtling through the air like a watermelon. The left one lands on the cash register, which rings and crashes open, and the right boot goes thud on Fraser’s forehead, where he’s standing by the door, and knocks him out cold. He falls down right in the middle of the moccasin display.
bertybertle pointed it out, hardly doable… Just imagine I recc’ed all of
kelliem ’s,
aukestrel ’s (especially their collaborations) and
cesperanza ’s stories - okay.
Title: Wings Of Desire
Author:
nos4a2no9
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: Mid
Why I'm reccing this fic:Because it’s just beautiful. It has the same feel to it like the movie - both of them; except for the end of “City Of Angels”. This story breaks my heart every time I read it.
“I saw a man in a red tunic dive onto the back of a moving car,” Ray tries to explain. No need to look at his notebook. “He clung to the top for six blocks until the driver made a mistake. And then the man rolled away and dusted himself off and kept order until the police arrived. A woman in the crowd called him a hero. Later he went back to his apartment and wept.”
Cassiel’s eyes narrow. “Why?”
This is a question Ray can answer. “He thinks he’s alone.”
“He is. They all are.”
Title: Theories Of Flight
Author:
lamardeuse
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: Mid
Why I'm reccing this fic: It hurts. After all the times I read this it still hurts, in a good way.
Not that I blame her for messing up my beautiful shield. It was dulled and chipped and dented nice and slow, so slow I didn't even see the damage right away. When I did figure I was losing it, that I was going to turn around one of these days, and whoops, no shield left, just a few flakes of paint and a rusty handle, I told myself it wasn't something I had any control over. It was the way the world worked, right? There were no more dragons left, just little rats scurrying around at your feet, so who needs a shield? Some of them were fatter than others and had better lawyers, but they were all still rats. Nothing to get worked up about. You are on the job. You are not the job. Skewer as many rats as you can on the end of your sword, but accept that you will always be wading through the fuckers.
Title: Green Suede Boots
Author:
china_shop
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: short
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's hilarious, that's what it is. Such a great study of Frannie.
I tell her I’m not a cop, and that’s when she tries to grab the boots right out of my hands. I need these boots, so I tug as hard as I can, and she lets go and they fly out of my hands too and go hurtling through the air like a watermelon. The left one lands on the cash register, which rings and crashes open, and the right boot goes thud on Fraser’s forehead, where he’s standing by the door, and knocks him out cold. He falls down right in the middle of the moccasin display.