Constable Fraser of the Royal Canadian Dork Patrol
So my theme for my guest-recs is...DORKINESS! Because one of the things that I love love love about this show is that all three main characters are not cool guys in any kind of conventional sense. They are not slick dressers. They are not good at romance. They don't always know the right thing to say. They are obsessive about strange things. GIANT DORKS. And I love that, because there's a reason the word "adorkable" exists. Also, "smoking hot like a hot smoking thing."
So I'm going to do three posts, each dedicated to the dorkitude of one of our three boys. Fraser today, Kowalski on Wednesday, and Vecchio on Friday (see, I'm doing them in alphabetical order so that there can be no accusations of favoritism). So. Behind the cut, screencaps, quotes, and some fics!
Fraser is perhaps (although the competition is REALLY stiff) the dorkiest of the boys. I mean, this is a man who sleeps in a union suit, right? His idea of a really good time is telling people untrue things about Canada with a straight face to see how they react. Even when he's being SMOOTH he's incredibly dorky:
VICTORIA: Can you stir?
FRASER: It's one of my areas of abiding interest.
Fraser was raised by librarians. He talks to his wolf in public. He's terrible at undercover. He irons his boots. When he goes to jail, he's BOOK MONITOR.
One of my favorite dS-related conversations ever was with my friend Paul and went like this:
PAUL: so.... not having seen the show
PAUL: would i be correct in summing up fraser's persona as "huge dork" ?
PAUL: + more, of course
ME: yes.
ME: yes you would.
PAUL: ok good
I was really proud of my show in that moment.
Fraser is making this face because Ray is confusing his Greek literary terms:
A clip in which Fraser is unable to remember slang and makes an extremely cute *headdesk* face:
Brains-off
Uploaded by belmanoir
And, last but MOST, fic!!!
About Time One of You Lunkheads Said It by brynnmck. Fraser/Vecchio, PG-13, ~2500 words. I have recced this fic before and I will rec it again, but it would be a crime to leave it off a list of dork!Fraser fics, because Fraser uses the YAWN MANEUVER. Seriously.
"The Yawn Maneuver," Ray said, clucking his tongue, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't believe you actually used that. What are you, in high school?"
Fraser put one hand on Ray's shoulder and pushed. "It seemed effective enough."
And this is just a snippet, also by brynnmck, but it would be a crime to leave it off as well. Fraser would probably arrest me! It's about how Fraser makes Vecchio do his paperwork every day, and also how he's got powdered sugar in his hair for various crimefighting-related reasons. Mmmmm.
But Fraser is a man of principle, and one of the umpteen million things he apparently has principles about is paperwork. Which Ray had learned the hard way, one night when he had insisted on going home with his reports still sitting unfinished on his desk. Fraser had tried to lay the guilt whammy on him, with the big eyes and the well, Ray, if you really think that's best, and for once, Ray hadn't caved, had walked out of the precinct without looking back, determined to show Fraser that the sun was going to come up the next day just the same whether he'd dotted every I and crossed every t or not. Fraser hadn't said a word about it all night, but he'd looked so damn uncomfortable--more uncomfortable than he ever looked in that starched sheep he called a uniform--and he'd kept looking over his shoulder every ten seconds, like he was afraid Ray's key witness statement was going to sneak up behind him with a machete, or a seal spear, or whatever.
Cease lying (and fall into silence) by snoopypez. Fraser/Vecchio, R, 2394 words. In this fic, Vecchio's kinda irritated by Fraser's habit of correcting him. So he decides to play a little game in the supply closet...and we see Fraser's compulsive need for things to be CORRECT warring with his need for a blowjob. (Incidentally, we ALSO see Ray talking dirty to Fraser in the bullpen via Fraser's ability to hear what Vecchio is typing. If you needed further inducements to read.)
“You’re killing me here, Benny,” he said, warm breath against Fraser’s thigh.
“I assure you that I certainly don’t mean to,” Fraser replied, hint of amusement in his eyes. He pushed his hips against Ray’s hands, which, to Ray, proved that he certainly did mean to.
Ray did not tell Fraser to shut up, he did not tell Fraser to keep quiet. He said, simply, “Eskimos,” and put his mouth over Fraser’s cock.
“Oh, god--”
And that was more like it, that was what Ray wanted to hear.
“In-Inuit, Ray.”
Instantly, Ray pulled back. Pushed Fraser’s hips into the door to keep them from moving, stared up at him in disbelief. Who the hell corrected a guy while getting a blowjob?
Fundamental Things by china_shop. Fraser/Vecchio, PG-13, 2700 words. Fraser takes Diefenbaker out to a bar on his birthday--to make him feel like a valued member of their pack, he explains to Ray.
"So, what else do packs do together?" Ray asked Fraser. "Do they watch TV?"
Fraser settled his hat on his head and followed Dief to the door. "Wolves are very social animals, as you know. They sleep together, hunt, play, groom, mate, howl at the moon-"
Ray stopped in his tracks. "Did you say mate?"
But Fraser was already pushing through the door and still talking, "Not that there's much of a moon, tonight." He bent to talk to Dief. "We may have to save the howling for another week. I know it's disappointing."
Oh yeah. Fraser is SMOOTH.
Tale as Old as Time by sdwolfpup. Fraser/Vecchio, PG, 8100 words. Fraser goes with the Vecchios to Disneyland. He fails to take a number of hints and also wears Mickey Mouse ears.
“I don’t mind spending time with your family, Ray. And I’ve never been to Disneyland; I look forward to experiencing it through the joy of a child.”
Ray, his back safely to Fraser, shook his head. Only Fraser could be sincere about something that belonged in a Hallmark card. “There’re other things to do around here,” he tried again. “Nice restaurants and things.” Ray fidgeted with the hotel-provided shampoo bottle, opening and closing the cap. Why it was out here with the coffee maker he couldn’t say.
“I suppose we’ll have to see how the weekend goes,” Fraser said. The way he said it, like there was something more underneath it, finally pulled Ray around. But when he saw what Fraser was wearing, he gaped.
"Benny. What is that?"
Fraser put on an innocent expression. "What is what, Ray?"
"On your head. What is that on your head? Are you wearing Mickey Mouse ears?"
Fraser was blushing under the black plastic ears. “Yes, Ray.” He tugged at the felt cap, pulling it down tighter on his head. He was also wearing jeans and a white t-shirt underneath a long-sleeved red shirt that was making Ray’s mouth water. Fraser looked ridiculous - and as stupidly attractive as always. “Is it all right?”
One Small Thing by arrow00. Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 1840 words. Fraser decides to impress Kowalski by learning to tie a maraschino cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. One of the most adorkable things I have ever read.
He pops the cherry into his mouth. The taste is abominable, but he's gotten used to it (and to not thinking about preserved red flesh mutating the cells of his stomach lining) and chews and swallows, leaving the stem.
He articulates his tongue. His tongue is articulating around, down, through, and Ray's eyes are now wide as the Sargasso (it is wide, though Fraser's never seen it) and locked absolutely, finally on Fraser's mouth.
You could say Fraser's mouth is Ray's entire world, or so it appears, and that suits. That's the purpose, really, of this exercise, although Fraser is so stunned at this modicum of success that he almost loses the end of the stem and has to start over.
Fledgling by llassah. Kowalski/Vecchio, ~8000 words. Vecchio grows wings in Vegas! This is K/V with (in my reading) possible future F/K/V implied, and actually Fraser isn't EXCEPTIONALLY dorky in it. But it's a fantastic fic and it has this line which I fell in love with at first sight:
Faith starts seeming less like incense and hoarse confessions in wooden boxes, and more like a guy in a plaid shirt with a dorky smile.
So. These are slanted heavily towards F/V, of course---please rec your favorite F/K/V and F/K dorky!Fraser stories! These are all also fairly recent because all my bookmarks to off-lj fic were lost when my hard drive died a while ago and it's gonna take a LONG time to build them back up. So please, rec your favorite older fics and off-lj fics too!
So I'm going to do three posts, each dedicated to the dorkitude of one of our three boys. Fraser today, Kowalski on Wednesday, and Vecchio on Friday (see, I'm doing them in alphabetical order so that there can be no accusations of favoritism). So. Behind the cut, screencaps, quotes, and some fics!
Fraser is perhaps (although the competition is REALLY stiff) the dorkiest of the boys. I mean, this is a man who sleeps in a union suit, right? His idea of a really good time is telling people untrue things about Canada with a straight face to see how they react. Even when he's being SMOOTH he's incredibly dorky:
VICTORIA: Can you stir?
FRASER: It's one of my areas of abiding interest.
Fraser was raised by librarians. He talks to his wolf in public. He's terrible at undercover. He irons his boots. When he goes to jail, he's BOOK MONITOR.
One of my favorite dS-related conversations ever was with my friend Paul and went like this:
PAUL: so.... not having seen the show
PAUL: would i be correct in summing up fraser's persona as "huge dork" ?
PAUL: + more, of course
ME: yes.
ME: yes you would.
PAUL: ok good
I was really proud of my show in that moment.
Fraser is making this face because Ray is confusing his Greek literary terms:
A clip in which Fraser is unable to remember slang and makes an extremely cute *headdesk* face:
Brains-off
Uploaded by belmanoir
And, last but MOST, fic!!!
About Time One of You Lunkheads Said It by brynnmck. Fraser/Vecchio, PG-13, ~2500 words. I have recced this fic before and I will rec it again, but it would be a crime to leave it off a list of dork!Fraser fics, because Fraser uses the YAWN MANEUVER. Seriously.
"The Yawn Maneuver," Ray said, clucking his tongue, his heart pounding in his chest. "I can't believe you actually used that. What are you, in high school?"
Fraser put one hand on Ray's shoulder and pushed. "It seemed effective enough."
And this is just a snippet, also by brynnmck, but it would be a crime to leave it off as well. Fraser would probably arrest me! It's about how Fraser makes Vecchio do his paperwork every day, and also how he's got powdered sugar in his hair for various crimefighting-related reasons. Mmmmm.
But Fraser is a man of principle, and one of the umpteen million things he apparently has principles about is paperwork. Which Ray had learned the hard way, one night when he had insisted on going home with his reports still sitting unfinished on his desk. Fraser had tried to lay the guilt whammy on him, with the big eyes and the well, Ray, if you really think that's best, and for once, Ray hadn't caved, had walked out of the precinct without looking back, determined to show Fraser that the sun was going to come up the next day just the same whether he'd dotted every I and crossed every t or not. Fraser hadn't said a word about it all night, but he'd looked so damn uncomfortable--more uncomfortable than he ever looked in that starched sheep he called a uniform--and he'd kept looking over his shoulder every ten seconds, like he was afraid Ray's key witness statement was going to sneak up behind him with a machete, or a seal spear, or whatever.
Cease lying (and fall into silence) by snoopypez. Fraser/Vecchio, R, 2394 words. In this fic, Vecchio's kinda irritated by Fraser's habit of correcting him. So he decides to play a little game in the supply closet...and we see Fraser's compulsive need for things to be CORRECT warring with his need for a blowjob. (Incidentally, we ALSO see Ray talking dirty to Fraser in the bullpen via Fraser's ability to hear what Vecchio is typing. If you needed further inducements to read.)
“You’re killing me here, Benny,” he said, warm breath against Fraser’s thigh.
“I assure you that I certainly don’t mean to,” Fraser replied, hint of amusement in his eyes. He pushed his hips against Ray’s hands, which, to Ray, proved that he certainly did mean to.
Ray did not tell Fraser to shut up, he did not tell Fraser to keep quiet. He said, simply, “Eskimos,” and put his mouth over Fraser’s cock.
“Oh, god--”
And that was more like it, that was what Ray wanted to hear.
“In-Inuit, Ray.”
Instantly, Ray pulled back. Pushed Fraser’s hips into the door to keep them from moving, stared up at him in disbelief. Who the hell corrected a guy while getting a blowjob?
Fundamental Things by china_shop. Fraser/Vecchio, PG-13, 2700 words. Fraser takes Diefenbaker out to a bar on his birthday--to make him feel like a valued member of their pack, he explains to Ray.
"So, what else do packs do together?" Ray asked Fraser. "Do they watch TV?"
Fraser settled his hat on his head and followed Dief to the door. "Wolves are very social animals, as you know. They sleep together, hunt, play, groom, mate, howl at the moon-"
Ray stopped in his tracks. "Did you say mate?"
But Fraser was already pushing through the door and still talking, "Not that there's much of a moon, tonight." He bent to talk to Dief. "We may have to save the howling for another week. I know it's disappointing."
Oh yeah. Fraser is SMOOTH.
Tale as Old as Time by sdwolfpup. Fraser/Vecchio, PG, 8100 words. Fraser goes with the Vecchios to Disneyland. He fails to take a number of hints and also wears Mickey Mouse ears.
“I don’t mind spending time with your family, Ray. And I’ve never been to Disneyland; I look forward to experiencing it through the joy of a child.”
Ray, his back safely to Fraser, shook his head. Only Fraser could be sincere about something that belonged in a Hallmark card. “There’re other things to do around here,” he tried again. “Nice restaurants and things.” Ray fidgeted with the hotel-provided shampoo bottle, opening and closing the cap. Why it was out here with the coffee maker he couldn’t say.
“I suppose we’ll have to see how the weekend goes,” Fraser said. The way he said it, like there was something more underneath it, finally pulled Ray around. But when he saw what Fraser was wearing, he gaped.
"Benny. What is that?"
Fraser put on an innocent expression. "What is what, Ray?"
"On your head. What is that on your head? Are you wearing Mickey Mouse ears?"
Fraser was blushing under the black plastic ears. “Yes, Ray.” He tugged at the felt cap, pulling it down tighter on his head. He was also wearing jeans and a white t-shirt underneath a long-sleeved red shirt that was making Ray’s mouth water. Fraser looked ridiculous - and as stupidly attractive as always. “Is it all right?”
One Small Thing by arrow00. Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 1840 words. Fraser decides to impress Kowalski by learning to tie a maraschino cherry stem into a knot with his tongue. One of the most adorkable things I have ever read.
He pops the cherry into his mouth. The taste is abominable, but he's gotten used to it (and to not thinking about preserved red flesh mutating the cells of his stomach lining) and chews and swallows, leaving the stem.
He articulates his tongue. His tongue is articulating around, down, through, and Ray's eyes are now wide as the Sargasso (it is wide, though Fraser's never seen it) and locked absolutely, finally on Fraser's mouth.
You could say Fraser's mouth is Ray's entire world, or so it appears, and that suits. That's the purpose, really, of this exercise, although Fraser is so stunned at this modicum of success that he almost loses the end of the stem and has to start over.
Fledgling by llassah. Kowalski/Vecchio, ~8000 words. Vecchio grows wings in Vegas! This is K/V with (in my reading) possible future F/K/V implied, and actually Fraser isn't EXCEPTIONALLY dorky in it. But it's a fantastic fic and it has this line which I fell in love with at first sight:
Faith starts seeming less like incense and hoarse confessions in wooden boxes, and more like a guy in a plaid shirt with a dorky smile.
So. These are slanted heavily towards F/V, of course---please rec your favorite F/K/V and F/K dorky!Fraser stories! These are all also fairly recent because all my bookmarks to off-lj fic were lost when my hard drive died a while ago and it's gonna take a LONG time to build them back up. So please, rec your favorite older fics and off-lj fics too!