Fandom Appreciation Day 2 - Three Older Recs
Title: Backwards
Author: denile11
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC17
Length: 4,000+
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's hot like a million suns. It's got a sweetly confused Ray, who is a little afraid to question his good luck. Still, Ray can't leave things well enough alone; he's got to know why Fraser is doing what he's doing. And since he's so good at interrogations, he's gonna interrogate the only witness to the so-called crimes - Dief. Or maybe bribe is a better description of what Ray does to get the information he needs...
Tilting his head to one side, Dief whined then flicked his head, making his ears fly. He scratched his head with his hind foot and then barked, quick and sharp.
"Okay," he answered, mind on wolf to human translation as he watched Dief eat another bit of the sandwich. "He's not sure how I'll respond, something about your ears, not too sure about that one, and he's got trust issues. Did I get that right?"
Dief laughed at him then scratched his ear again and lifted a doggy eyebrow at him.
Ray laughed back. "Oh," and reached over to scratch the itch Dief had lurking behind his ear. The wolf just about melted into his hands, and then shook his head, ears flapping again, and licked his chin in thanks.
Backwards
Title:The Fine Art Of Cartography
Author: janne_d
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: 630 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Written for the Sexual Exploration Challenge over at ds_flashfiction, this story takes a different view on the challenge, leaning heavily on the "exploration" part of the challenge. This story is astoundingly lyrical and beautiful, full of the imagery of Fraser's search for himself. As he explores Ray's emotional and physical geography, he starts to understand Ray. In return, Ray sees him.
In comparison, Fraser’s emotional map resembles one drawn in the Dark Ages, full of confusing marks and notations that trail off into nothing. Vague warnings that “here be monsters” mock travellers with the knowledge of danger but give no useful information. Even to him, it is confusing and devoid of understandable features and it has defeated every previous lover. Every attempt on Fraser’s part or theirs to open and define him, to make him known, has ended in disaster. Like the Franklin expedition, they tried to find out his secrets while fighting every step of the way to remain within safe boundaries and impose their reality onto his. Eventually, each gave up trying to reveal him and Fraser had simply remained lost.
The Fine Art Of Cartography
Title: The Sin Eater
Author: heuradys
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: ~1,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because it's the perfect blend of Fraser's emotional melodrama and Ray's sweetly innocent pragmaticism. Fraser spends a rainy afternoon pondering the nature of sin in general and his sins in particular, after learning that a distant relative of Turnbull's was a sin-eater. Enter Ray, firmly anchored in the here-and-now, showing Fraser that sometimes a cookie is just a cookie.
My teacup was gone when I reached for it, and so was Turnbull. Diefenbaker was lying under the table, crunching away at the shortbread he must have successfully begged from Turnbull. (I couldn't blame him, really; in truth Turnbull's shortbread could tempt the most ascetic saint to gluttony.)
God was supposed to - is supposed to - cleanse the 'eaten' sins from the soul of the sin-eater, because the innocent person didn't commit them. I'm hardly innocent, I know; I have my own share of sin without those I've taken to fill my empty spaces. However, that day it seemed to me that God wasn't holding up his end of the bargain with me. Would anyone ever?
I leaned back in my chair, resting my plate against my chest with a sigh. I picked up the single piece of shortbread I'd allowed myself, wondering half-heartedly if my own sins could possibly fit in something that small...
The Sin-Eater
Author: denile11
Pairing: F/K
Rating: NC17
Length: 4,000+
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's hot like a million suns. It's got a sweetly confused Ray, who is a little afraid to question his good luck. Still, Ray can't leave things well enough alone; he's got to know why Fraser is doing what he's doing. And since he's so good at interrogations, he's gonna interrogate the only witness to the so-called crimes - Dief. Or maybe bribe is a better description of what Ray does to get the information he needs...
Tilting his head to one side, Dief whined then flicked his head, making his ears fly. He scratched his head with his hind foot and then barked, quick and sharp.
"Okay," he answered, mind on wolf to human translation as he watched Dief eat another bit of the sandwich. "He's not sure how I'll respond, something about your ears, not too sure about that one, and he's got trust issues. Did I get that right?"
Dief laughed at him then scratched his ear again and lifted a doggy eyebrow at him.
Ray laughed back. "Oh," and reached over to scratch the itch Dief had lurking behind his ear. The wolf just about melted into his hands, and then shook his head, ears flapping again, and licked his chin in thanks.
Backwards
Title:The Fine Art Of Cartography
Author: janne_d
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: 630 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Written for the Sexual Exploration Challenge over at ds_flashfiction, this story takes a different view on the challenge, leaning heavily on the "exploration" part of the challenge. This story is astoundingly lyrical and beautiful, full of the imagery of Fraser's search for himself. As he explores Ray's emotional and physical geography, he starts to understand Ray. In return, Ray sees him.
In comparison, Fraser’s emotional map resembles one drawn in the Dark Ages, full of confusing marks and notations that trail off into nothing. Vague warnings that “here be monsters” mock travellers with the knowledge of danger but give no useful information. Even to him, it is confusing and devoid of understandable features and it has defeated every previous lover. Every attempt on Fraser’s part or theirs to open and define him, to make him known, has ended in disaster. Like the Franklin expedition, they tried to find out his secrets while fighting every step of the way to remain within safe boundaries and impose their reality onto his. Eventually, each gave up trying to reveal him and Fraser had simply remained lost.
The Fine Art Of Cartography
Title: The Sin Eater
Author: heuradys
Pairing: F/K
Rating: R
Length: ~1,000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because it's the perfect blend of Fraser's emotional melodrama and Ray's sweetly innocent pragmaticism. Fraser spends a rainy afternoon pondering the nature of sin in general and his sins in particular, after learning that a distant relative of Turnbull's was a sin-eater. Enter Ray, firmly anchored in the here-and-now, showing Fraser that sometimes a cookie is just a cookie.
My teacup was gone when I reached for it, and so was Turnbull. Diefenbaker was lying under the table, crunching away at the shortbread he must have successfully begged from Turnbull. (I couldn't blame him, really; in truth Turnbull's shortbread could tempt the most ascetic saint to gluttony.)
God was supposed to - is supposed to - cleanse the 'eaten' sins from the soul of the sin-eater, because the innocent person didn't commit them. I'm hardly innocent, I know; I have my own share of sin without those I've taken to fill my empty spaces. However, that day it seemed to me that God wasn't holding up his end of the bargain with me. Would anyone ever?
I leaned back in my chair, resting my plate against my chest with a sigh. I picked up the single piece of shortbread I'd allowed myself, wondering half-heartedly if my own sins could possibly fit in something that small...
The Sin-Eater