Deserted, Rain and Red Light, Green Light
Trying again, since the cat posted my entry before I was ready...
Title: Deserted
Author: nos4a2no9
Pairing: Fraser gen
Rating: PG13
Length: a little over 1k
Why I'm reccing this fic: because Nos is absolutely a wonder with words and shows us a young Ben Fraser who's never left the far north, who has no idea what the hot sand would feel like between his toes, who has no idea what the rushing murmur of the waves sounds like, has no clue how salty the air smells. A Ben Fraser who is defined and limited by his environment, but who sometimes secretly dreams of more.
A beach. One long strip of white sand, its white warmth so much richer than snow, blended into waters of the deepest, richest blue he had ever seen. The sea matched the colour of the sky, and a thick green line of exotic jungle plants and palm trees rose behind the sandy white shore. He had read about palm trees and sand, but there were no colour photographs in any of his grandmother’s encyclopedias. The beauty of it was unexpected.
Deserted
Title: Rain
Author: luzula
Pairing: Fraser gen
Rating: G
Length: Under 300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's Fraser totally out of his environment, again. And it's fascinating to watch him observe this new place, to see the desert bloom, through his eyes and his imagination.
Fraser's bare forearms stuck uncomfortably to the armrests of the plastic chair, and he lifted one to wipe at the drying sweat on his face. Even in the shade of the trailer, the heat made him slow and sticky like honey.
Rain
Title: Red Light, Green Light
Author: arrow00
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC17
Length: almost 5k
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's arrow00, for god's sake. Isn't that enough? Oh, hmm. Well, arrow00 is one of the best writers around and this story always makes me think of hot, humid days in Chicago. It's a story of discovery, a story about garden gnomes and cool, soothing baths, a story about heatstroke and sexual heat and love. *fans self* And it's hotter than hell, like 99.9999% of arrow00's stuff is.
Fraser smelled earthy, somehow, this close-a combination of adrenaline sweat and some sort of shaving soap and wool and musk and just a hint of wolf. He smelled damned good. Ray took a deep sniff right next to Fraser's neck, not even aware he was doing it until he noticed Fraser stiffen a little in surprise.
But then Fraser inched closer and his fingers moved in a fraction of a caress
Red Light, Green Light
Edited for cat-induced typos...
Title: Deserted
Author: nos4a2no9
Pairing: Fraser gen
Rating: PG13
Length: a little over 1k
Why I'm reccing this fic: because Nos is absolutely a wonder with words and shows us a young Ben Fraser who's never left the far north, who has no idea what the hot sand would feel like between his toes, who has no idea what the rushing murmur of the waves sounds like, has no clue how salty the air smells. A Ben Fraser who is defined and limited by his environment, but who sometimes secretly dreams of more.
A beach. One long strip of white sand, its white warmth so much richer than snow, blended into waters of the deepest, richest blue he had ever seen. The sea matched the colour of the sky, and a thick green line of exotic jungle plants and palm trees rose behind the sandy white shore. He had read about palm trees and sand, but there were no colour photographs in any of his grandmother’s encyclopedias. The beauty of it was unexpected.
Deserted
Title: Rain
Author: luzula
Pairing: Fraser gen
Rating: G
Length: Under 300 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's Fraser totally out of his environment, again. And it's fascinating to watch him observe this new place, to see the desert bloom, through his eyes and his imagination.
Fraser's bare forearms stuck uncomfortably to the armrests of the plastic chair, and he lifted one to wipe at the drying sweat on his face. Even in the shade of the trailer, the heat made him slow and sticky like honey.
Rain
Title: Red Light, Green Light
Author: arrow00
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC17
Length: almost 5k
Why I'm reccing this fic: because it's arrow00, for god's sake. Isn't that enough? Oh, hmm. Well, arrow00 is one of the best writers around and this story always makes me think of hot, humid days in Chicago. It's a story of discovery, a story about garden gnomes and cool, soothing baths, a story about heatstroke and sexual heat and love. *fans self* And it's hotter than hell, like 99.9999% of arrow00's stuff is.
Fraser smelled earthy, somehow, this close-a combination of adrenaline sweat and some sort of shaving soap and wool and musk and just a hint of wolf. He smelled damned good. Ray took a deep sniff right next to Fraser's neck, not even aware he was doing it until he noticed Fraser stiffen a little in surprise.
But then Fraser inched closer and his fingers moved in a fraction of a caress
Red Light, Green Light
Edited for cat-induced typos...