In Extremis, Night Swim, Your Fate, But Not Your Fault.
Title: In Extremis
Author: bertybertle
Pairing: F/K
Rating: Nc-17
Length:6900 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's got everything. Angst and sadness and love and Nggrrhh. It will break your heart in places. But the love Fraser has for Ray shines through it all without being gushy and smoopy.
“You said anything… if I ever needed anything, that I could come to you. Did you mean that too?” Ray says fast and loud, like he was just waiting for Fraser’s voice to prime him.
“Yes,” Fraser replies simply. He doesn’t need to qualify it; he’s past believing he could deny Ray anything in his power.
Fraser wonders if he can approach Ray yet without a negative reaction from his tense friend. Just as he’s about to risk it, Ray closes the Consulate door, locking it behind him. With the air of a condemned man he turns and closes the gap between them, his eyes still cast down.
Now he’s closer, Fraser can smell the torment on his friend. Ray is a mixture of cold rain and whiskey and tears.
“I don’t want you to ask questions or try and talk me out of anything, okay? I just want yes or no, can you do that?” Ray’s voice is low and tight like he’s squeezing it out through a throat that’s too small.
In Extremis
Title: Night Swim.
Author: llassah
Pairing: F/K
Rating: Nc-17
Length: 3000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story would stand up anywhere, with any characters. It's that good. The narrative is understated and yet that only seems to give it more emotion. I could read it over and over and love it more each time.
“I thought I would go swimming after supper.”
Everything freezes for a second- there’s a subtle shift, then he’s opened his eyes and the world is still and nothing’s changed but it should have, the sky should have turned into the moon, the mountains should have shifted to valleys and if he stands, he knows he’ll fall down again.
He takes another bite of stew.
“I might come join you,” he says casually.
Night Swim.
Title: Your Fate, But not Your Fault.
Author: lordessrenegade
Pairing: F/K
Rating: Nc-17
Length: 1473 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because it fits perfectly. Fits Fraser, fits Ray, fits the song it was prompted by. All that and more. It's men with communication problems, but enough love to keep them trying after all. And it's awesome!
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Hello, Ray."
Ray was across the room in three steps, ripping the bag out of Fraser's hands and flinging it against the wall. "Seriously, Fraser. What. The. Fuck."
"I'm packing, Ray." He kept his voice even, his face expressionless. If Ray could just shut off at him, then he could do it right back.
"God, you are..." Ray was right up in his face, shaking his head, looking torn between rage and utter disbelief. "I mean, you have to be the fucking stupidest person alive. You just...this is your solution? This is how you deal with shit? You pack up and leave? Fuck, I should have known." He had pulled away from Fraser a little, was pacing around the room. "I should have known that this was how you'd deal with it. You don't talk to me like a normal person. Oh no. You start packing. Jesus."
Your Fate, But not Your Fault.
Author: bertybertle
Pairing: F/K
Rating: Nc-17
Length:6900 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: It's got everything. Angst and sadness and love and Nggrrhh. It will break your heart in places. But the love Fraser has for Ray shines through it all without being gushy and smoopy.
“You said anything… if I ever needed anything, that I could come to you. Did you mean that too?” Ray says fast and loud, like he was just waiting for Fraser’s voice to prime him.
“Yes,” Fraser replies simply. He doesn’t need to qualify it; he’s past believing he could deny Ray anything in his power.
Fraser wonders if he can approach Ray yet without a negative reaction from his tense friend. Just as he’s about to risk it, Ray closes the Consulate door, locking it behind him. With the air of a condemned man he turns and closes the gap between them, his eyes still cast down.
Now he’s closer, Fraser can smell the torment on his friend. Ray is a mixture of cold rain and whiskey and tears.
“I don’t want you to ask questions or try and talk me out of anything, okay? I just want yes or no, can you do that?” Ray’s voice is low and tight like he’s squeezing it out through a throat that’s too small.
In Extremis
Title: Night Swim.
Author: llassah
Pairing: F/K
Rating: Nc-17
Length: 3000 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: This story would stand up anywhere, with any characters. It's that good. The narrative is understated and yet that only seems to give it more emotion. I could read it over and over and love it more each time.
“I thought I would go swimming after supper.”
Everything freezes for a second- there’s a subtle shift, then he’s opened his eyes and the world is still and nothing’s changed but it should have, the sky should have turned into the moon, the mountains should have shifted to valleys and if he stands, he knows he’ll fall down again.
He takes another bite of stew.
“I might come join you,” he says casually.
Night Swim.
Title: Your Fate, But not Your Fault.
Author: lordessrenegade
Pairing: F/K
Rating: Nc-17
Length: 1473 words
Why I'm reccing this fic: Because it fits perfectly. Fits Fraser, fits Ray, fits the song it was prompted by. All that and more. It's men with communication problems, but enough love to keep them trying after all. And it's awesome!
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"Hello, Ray."
Ray was across the room in three steps, ripping the bag out of Fraser's hands and flinging it against the wall. "Seriously, Fraser. What. The. Fuck."
"I'm packing, Ray." He kept his voice even, his face expressionless. If Ray could just shut off at him, then he could do it right back.
"God, you are..." Ray was right up in his face, shaking his head, looking torn between rage and utter disbelief. "I mean, you have to be the fucking stupidest person alive. You just...this is your solution? This is how you deal with shit? You pack up and leave? Fuck, I should have known." He had pulled away from Fraser a little, was pacing around the room. "I should have known that this was how you'd deal with it. You don't talk to me like a normal person. Oh no. You start packing. Jesus."
Your Fate, But not Your Fault.