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Lift by Spuffyduds, Rated R
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio, Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio/Benton Fraser
Length: 6,200
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spuffyduds
Author Website: http://spuffyduds.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: Because, this fic is awesome. Ray Kowalski wakes up one morning with wings, cue immediate freak-out. It's hilarious--I'm not kidding, there are parts that if you don't laugh out loud, I think you're probably dead inside. It's also hot, and sweet, and everything I love about the OT3 pairing. I love Spuffy's Ray K beyond all sense, and her Fraser is so perfect that I can hear him, and her post-Vegas Vecchio is one of my favorites--confident in who he is, pushy about what he wants, and yet still really goofy and really, really hot. BOYS! I just love them, okay? And I love this story for being a fabulous example of why the OT3 just works--you'll see this at the end, when they all band together to figure out how to deal with Ray Kowalski, Birdman.
I also think this is something you could have seen in an actual episode of the show, if we had been lucky enough to get a season with Fraser and both his Rays. Okay, probably there wouldn't have been the awesomely hot sex, which is sad for the hypothetical episode but good for us, the readers of this awesome story! So, read! Hilarious and hot and sweet!
“Fraser,” he says, “I am not taking to the skies, okay? Lighten up.”
Fraser stands down, and Ray goes back to breathing and not thinking and looking down at the street, at the hot-dog stand and the kids bicycling on the sidewalk and the homeless guy who yells “CONDOMS!” every time you pass his corner and the old lady getting mugged and—fuck.
“Fuck!” he yells. “Mugging! Across the street!” and behind him he hears the apartment door wham open and Fraser and Vecchio both pounding full-bore for the stairs, but that’ll take a couple minutes and the asshole is hitting her. She already gave up the purse and being that she’s an old lady in this neighborhood she’s probably got seven dollars and a kleenex in there, and he’s hitting her, Jesus.
Ray shrugs the blanket off and climbs up on the rusty scaly rail and jumps.
And for a second there he doesn’t remember to move the wings because he’s too busy thinking, “Oh hell, I only have boxer shorts on,” but then he pushes his arms down and he—lifts a little, it’s like the air is pushing up under him, weird.
But he’s going into this long swoop that looks like he’s gonna to end up landing four miles down the road. He needs to go down sharp and fast, and he remembers something about pulling the wings in, making them smaller, from the only bird thing he ever read. Which was Jonathan Livingston Seagull when he was eleven.
And if he ever meets the guy that wrote that he is going to kick his seagull-loving ass, because pulling the wings in sends Ray into a goddamn death spiral, the buildings on either side of the street blendering around him and the yelling from the sidewalk getting closer and he can’t pull out and wham.
He’s really sure for a second that he’s dead, but he’s not, because there’s a guy under him, and then he’s sure he killed the guy under him, but he didn’t. And then he’s pretty sure that he broke a few bits of the guy, including his nose and a leg. And he’s right about that, but he doesn’t really care because by this point he’s figured out that the semi-broken guy is the mugger.
He’s sitting on this moaning mugger with his wings spread out on the sidewalk, and there’s a circle of people around him staring. One of them is the old lady. She reaches out and pulls her purse out of the mugger’s fingers, then looks at Ray and says, “Are you an avenging angel?”
“Sure,” he says. “Why not.”
Lift
Pairing: Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio, Ray Kowalski/Ray Vecchio/Benton Fraser
Length: 6,200
Author on LJ:
spuffyduds Author Website: http://spuffyduds.livejournal.com/
Why this must be read: Because, this fic is awesome. Ray Kowalski wakes up one morning with wings, cue immediate freak-out. It's hilarious--I'm not kidding, there are parts that if you don't laugh out loud, I think you're probably dead inside. It's also hot, and sweet, and everything I love about the OT3 pairing. I love Spuffy's Ray K beyond all sense, and her Fraser is so perfect that I can hear him, and her post-Vegas Vecchio is one of my favorites--confident in who he is, pushy about what he wants, and yet still really goofy and really, really hot. BOYS! I just love them, okay? And I love this story for being a fabulous example of why the OT3 just works--you'll see this at the end, when they all band together to figure out how to deal with Ray Kowalski, Birdman.
I also think this is something you could have seen in an actual episode of the show, if we had been lucky enough to get a season with Fraser and both his Rays. Okay, probably there wouldn't have been the awesomely hot sex, which is sad for the hypothetical episode but good for us, the readers of this awesome story! So, read! Hilarious and hot and sweet!
“Fraser,” he says, “I am not taking to the skies, okay? Lighten up.”
Fraser stands down, and Ray goes back to breathing and not thinking and looking down at the street, at the hot-dog stand and the kids bicycling on the sidewalk and the homeless guy who yells “CONDOMS!” every time you pass his corner and the old lady getting mugged and—fuck.
“Fuck!” he yells. “Mugging! Across the street!” and behind him he hears the apartment door wham open and Fraser and Vecchio both pounding full-bore for the stairs, but that’ll take a couple minutes and the asshole is hitting her. She already gave up the purse and being that she’s an old lady in this neighborhood she’s probably got seven dollars and a kleenex in there, and he’s hitting her, Jesus.
Ray shrugs the blanket off and climbs up on the rusty scaly rail and jumps.
And for a second there he doesn’t remember to move the wings because he’s too busy thinking, “Oh hell, I only have boxer shorts on,” but then he pushes his arms down and he—lifts a little, it’s like the air is pushing up under him, weird.
But he’s going into this long swoop that looks like he’s gonna to end up landing four miles down the road. He needs to go down sharp and fast, and he remembers something about pulling the wings in, making them smaller, from the only bird thing he ever read. Which was Jonathan Livingston Seagull when he was eleven.
And if he ever meets the guy that wrote that he is going to kick his seagull-loving ass, because pulling the wings in sends Ray into a goddamn death spiral, the buildings on either side of the street blendering around him and the yelling from the sidewalk getting closer and he can’t pull out and wham.
He’s really sure for a second that he’s dead, but he’s not, because there’s a guy under him, and then he’s sure he killed the guy under him, but he didn’t. And then he’s pretty sure that he broke a few bits of the guy, including his nose and a leg. And he’s right about that, but he doesn’t really care because by this point he’s figured out that the semi-broken guy is the mugger.
He’s sitting on this moaning mugger with his wings spread out on the sidewalk, and there’s a circle of people around him staring. One of them is the old lady. She reaches out and pulls her purse out of the mugger’s fingers, then looks at Ray and says, “Are you an avenging angel?”
“Sure,” he says. “Why not.”
Lift