More dSSS recs
Reconstruction [Perfect Fraser voice. Seriously. PERFECT.]
Fraser/Vecchio, R?, 9600 words, first time.
"Fraser, I took three weeks off work, and we're gonna rebuild that damn cabin if it's the last thing we do, so pack up your rucksack and the mutt and let's go," Ray had said, and we had. Of course, it wasn't quite that simple. I did have a fairly serious head wound and a fortunately much less serious concussion, which nonetheless required a night's observation in the nearest hospital. After that [...]
Cooperation (Now with Added Mountie) [Yay! My favourite kind of Ray banter! Snarky and funny. \o/]
Gen-ish, Vecchio/Stella, implied Fraser/Kowalski, PG?, 2850 words, established relationship, post-CotW (in Chicago).
"Yeah, well, I don't see anyone offering 'cept me, and anyway, I got experience." Kowalski leaned forward a fraction, making his chair wobble dangerously. Ray made a mental note to requisition a real desk chair with actual wheels on it before Kowalski killed himself. Not that Ray cared, mind you; he just figured that the paperwork on that kind of thing would be a real bitch.
Prepping for Adventure [So much SQUEE. OT3 on the quest! Rays bonding! Sneaky Fraser! *cuddles fic*]
Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, Kowalski/Vecchio, R?, 4700 words, first time, post-CotW.
Ray tries screaming "Benny" and the wind whips it away, and then he tries yelling "Kowalski" and the wind stuffs it back down his throat. And everything's white everywhere, he can't even tell anymore which direction the snow's blowing, it's just solid white. He's gonna die, he's gonna die, and it's so not fair because, looking back on it, he's made a lot of decisions that ought to have gotten him killed.
Again, This Time [Gorgeous, beautifully written story. Oh, Fraser! *pets him*]
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2600 words, first time, a bit of angst.
"I love you," Ray says during the commercial break, halfway through the Leafs game he knows Fraser has been looking forward to for weeks. There's even bark tea and a pineapple-free pizza. It might not be the stuff of great romance, but Ray figures all this stuff is as close to romance as the Mountie would ever get, so when he guesses the moment's right, he takes a deep breath and just says it.
A Half-Wolf's Christmas in Chicago (Five Things Diefenbaker Likes About Christmas) [This one? I ADORE. Awesome Dief!fic. \o/]
Gen-ish, Dief, Fraser/Kowalski, G?, 1400 words.
Christmas in Chicago is too much peppermint and fake pine scent (Dief almost believes that Benton's nose suffers as much as his own) and, sometimes, trees that look real but aren't. Those make Dief sneeze the worst.
Christmas Away From Home [Fraser, Ray and their adult daughter. Great future fic.]
Fraser/Kowalski, PG?, 5150 words, established relationship, kid!fic, post-CotW, a bit of angst.
Fraser could tell by the set of Ray's shoulders that he knew Fraser was there, but it appeared he was out of the sightline of the camera by the way Margaret went on, confiding and unselfconscious, "It's like Depot. Half the time I was there I was just trying to do well enough that nobody would, I don't know, find me out. I always felt like I was there under false pretenses."
Fraser/Vecchio, R?, 9600 words, first time.
"Fraser, I took three weeks off work, and we're gonna rebuild that damn cabin if it's the last thing we do, so pack up your rucksack and the mutt and let's go," Ray had said, and we had. Of course, it wasn't quite that simple. I did have a fairly serious head wound and a fortunately much less serious concussion, which nonetheless required a night's observation in the nearest hospital. After that [...]
Cooperation (Now with Added Mountie) [Yay! My favourite kind of Ray banter! Snarky and funny. \o/]
Gen-ish, Vecchio/Stella, implied Fraser/Kowalski, PG?, 2850 words, established relationship, post-CotW (in Chicago).
"Yeah, well, I don't see anyone offering 'cept me, and anyway, I got experience." Kowalski leaned forward a fraction, making his chair wobble dangerously. Ray made a mental note to requisition a real desk chair with actual wheels on it before Kowalski killed himself. Not that Ray cared, mind you; he just figured that the paperwork on that kind of thing would be a real bitch.
Prepping for Adventure [So much SQUEE. OT3 on the quest! Rays bonding! Sneaky Fraser! *cuddles fic*]
Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio, Kowalski/Vecchio, R?, 4700 words, first time, post-CotW.
Ray tries screaming "Benny" and the wind whips it away, and then he tries yelling "Kowalski" and the wind stuffs it back down his throat. And everything's white everywhere, he can't even tell anymore which direction the snow's blowing, it's just solid white. He's gonna die, he's gonna die, and it's so not fair because, looking back on it, he's made a lot of decisions that ought to have gotten him killed.
Again, This Time [Gorgeous, beautifully written story. Oh, Fraser! *pets him*]
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2600 words, first time, a bit of angst.
"I love you," Ray says during the commercial break, halfway through the Leafs game he knows Fraser has been looking forward to for weeks. There's even bark tea and a pineapple-free pizza. It might not be the stuff of great romance, but Ray figures all this stuff is as close to romance as the Mountie would ever get, so when he guesses the moment's right, he takes a deep breath and just says it.
A Half-Wolf's Christmas in Chicago (Five Things Diefenbaker Likes About Christmas) [This one? I ADORE. Awesome Dief!fic. \o/]
Gen-ish, Dief, Fraser/Kowalski, G?, 1400 words.
Christmas in Chicago is too much peppermint and fake pine scent (Dief almost believes that Benton's nose suffers as much as his own) and, sometimes, trees that look real but aren't. Those make Dief sneeze the worst.
Christmas Away From Home [Fraser, Ray and their adult daughter. Great future fic.]
Fraser/Kowalski, PG?, 5150 words, established relationship, kid!fic, post-CotW, a bit of angst.
Fraser could tell by the set of Ray's shoulders that he knew Fraser was there, but it appeared he was out of the sightline of the camera by the way Margaret went on, confiding and unselfconscious, "It's like Depot. Half the time I was there I was just trying to do well enough that nobody would, I don't know, find me out. I always felt like I was there under false pretenses."