due South recs
Some dS recs (mostly oldies but goodies), more or less randomly taken from my bookmarks. Various slash pairings.
Ring and sequel Still Ringing by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Kowalski/Vecchio, Fraser/Turnbull, NC-17, 16500+5500 words, established relationship, angst, humour. Summary: Wherein Benton Fraser's vocabulary fails him; Ray Kowalski's tub is full of socks; and Ma Vecchio goes postal over an OFC. Sequel: Wherein the reader will find Ren's thoughts on Victoria, Fraser's attitude toward Turnbull, and, ooh! ooh! a Ray/Ray sex scene!
Fraser and Turnbull as Mountie freaks. Ray and Ray and relationship problems. RayK taking care of foster kids. What's not to love? I adore this story. :)
"I just don't get it, Fraser." Ray drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "I just do not get it. I don't get him," he amended. "I don't get him at all."
Ben stayed quiet, for once. He knew that Ray needed to talk, so he'd be a friend and listen.
"I mean, he's great with kids. His sister's kids. He likes kids. I know he likes kids. And he knows I've always wanted kids, it's not some big woo-hoo shock there, I've always been real clear on, 'Hey, I want kids.'"
"Yes, Ray."
"So he should expect me to want to get kids. What, did he think that I'd just want kids forever and never try to have any? Since when am I the sort of person who just sits around and pines quietly? I want it, I'm going to get it. I don't sit on my hands and whimper."
Now there was an interesting image. Ben was courteous enough to replace the picture of Ray in his head with one of Ren. Oh, very nice.
Dog Days of Winter by pir8fancier
Fraser/Kowalski, R, 1347 words, first time. Written for ds_flashfiction's Holiday Party, prompt: "Fraser, do you mind explaining what your wolf is doing?"
Diefenbaker as a cupid. Heheheh. Delightful! :)
And now we were in Ray's apartment, having divested ourselves of our coats and boots not three seconds earlier. Instead of plopping himself down on what is now known as "Dief's chair," he went completely berserk and began running around the two of us, nipping at our heels, barking and growling at us the entire time.
"Diefenbaker! Stop this instant. Stop! STOP! Fetch. Fetch the nice ball," I faked a throw, but Diefenbaker didn't even follow my hand. "Heel, Heel! Run. STOP!" I screamed at Diefenbaker an entire dictionary of commands to no avail.
"Fuck, fuck! Fraser, goddammit! Do something!" Ray screamed as the growling became more menacing when we tried to escape to the bathroom.
Both of us began yelling more commands; well, I yelled commands, while Ray screamed threats. "You are dead meat, furball. Hear me? D.E.A.D. M.E.A.T."
Due North by lemonlashes
Fraser/Vecchio, PG-13, 2000 words, AU, first time, angst. Summary: "I first came here on the trail of my father's killer..."
A great little AU in which Vecchio and Fraser's roles in the Pilot are reversed. Awesome RayV voice.
He's covered in snow and he's wind-burned, too. His voice is what Ma calls milk-chocolate tenor as he says "That's the last time he'll fish over the limit again," and I realize for the fourth time today that I've lost my mind.
Before I can go ask him what the hell, he's getting called in for a yell-at by his lieutenant, or whatever they call them here. Don't I know that drill, huh? But it's another thing I'll never have to deal with again. No pointed words from Welsh, no reprimands formal or informal, no nagging about the outstanding caseload. No badge no gun no radio...
Now he's coming back out of the office. I go to block him from brushing past me, like I would brush, and that lonesomecrazed part of me's thinking about what the bump'll feel like. But he stops before we make contact.
"I do beg your pardon," he says. His eyes are bright, his cheeks pink. He's so clean he almost sparkles. Snowflakes are melting in his hair as he frowns. "You must be from the Chicago police."
A love like theirs by marcellapolman
Fraser/Kowalski, Vecchio/Welsh, R, 7000 words, post-CotW. Summary: Victoria is a witch and she comes back and finds Fraser having sex with RayK!!! And she turns them both into kids!!! And RayV has to find out how to change them back!!! Is Frannie a better babysitter than Turnbull? What do Thatcher and Stella think? Why are Ray's parents at the station? And who exactly picked Welsh to explain the birds and the bees?.
Written for the ds_flashfiction Badfic challenge. Victoria turns Fraser and RayK into 12-years-old kids. I know, this is supposed to be "badfic" but I can't help but be charmed by this story. So, so adorable! And call me a pervert, but Vecchio/Welsh is hot. So there!
“She took our dogs,” Stanley continued. “So we had to walk all by ourselves to the nearest town.” He paused for dramatic effect. “I nearly froze to death three times, didn’t I Ben?”
Turning a couple of shades paler, Benton nodded. “Yes, Ray, you did.”
“But you saved me!” Triumphant look. Proud voice.
Ray got the message loud and clear. Seated next to him was Stanley’s boyfriend Benton Fraser, superhero.
“All right, guys,” he said, “I think it’s time we paid a little visit to someone who knows a thing or two about magic and witchcraft and stuff.”
“Cool,” Stanley said, and his voice dropped to confidentiality level when he added, “you know, my hunches tell me that that woman we met might have been a witch.”
Ray squeezed the boy’s boney shoulder and thought, Kid, you’re going to make a damn fine detective some day.
Faster, Diefenbaker! Mush! Mush! by yahtzee63
Kowalski/Vecchio, PG-13, 2265 words, first time, humour, post-CotW.
Ray and Ray on an insanely funny road trip from Chicago to New York, trying to catch up with Fraser who's in a hot pursuit of a criminal.
However, they both agreed the absolute worst news was that Fraser had commandeered a taxicab in the name of the Canadian government and Queen Elizabeth II, leaving an irritated, newly anti-Canadian taxi driver on the sidewalk. Both the stolen car and a checker cab containing a Mountie and a wolf had just been reported speeding past the Indiana state line.
"I don't know what's scarier here," Kowalski said. "The fact that a criminal's on the loose or the fact that Fraser's driving."
Vecchio envisioned the mayhem on the highways, then decided not the envision that any more. "He'll get his man eventually," he said. "We both know that."
"Yeah, but which man?" Then Kowalski closed his eyes, leaning against the police station door. "And, yeah. The suspect. Right."
The Line by cesperanza
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2400 words, first time.
Fingerfucking. Kitchen table sex. I'm just... GUH. HOT LIKE BURNING!
Finally Fraser forces his eyes away from my dick and finds my face, and I can't help it--I tilt my head a little and grin at him. "Take your jacket off, Fraser. Stay a while," and Fraser glances down at himself like he's only just realized that he's still dressed. He nods jerkily, and then wrenches the jacket off and lets it fall to the floor behind him, Mountie manners completely gone to hell. His blue shirt, carefully ironed, stretches over his shoulders--and okay, maybe Fraser isn't my normal type, but I'll bet I'm not his type either. I'd lay money on it.
Fraser pushes my legs apart and steps between them--and then just folds himself down on top of me. I wrap my arms around that nice-looking blue shirt, hugging him to me, rubbing his back. Fraser buries his face in my neck and just breathes me in. He's all heavy and warm, and trying to calm down a little before he fucks me, I think.
Untitled and sequel by aerye
Kowalski/Vecchio, Fraser/Joe Dick, PG-13, 200 words, humour, crossover with Hard Core Logo.
Hilarious cracky crack. Children's talk! Eeeee! *g*
See RayV. See RayK. See Diefenbaker. RayV and RayK are boyfriend and boyfriend.
Diefenbaker is not. He is a Dog. Okay, Wolf. Half Wolf. See Diefenbaker whine.
Bruises, Bandaged by estrella30
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2950 words, established relationship, post-CotW, a bit of angst. Summary: "Fraser dips the edge of the washcloth into a bowl of warm water, and tilts Ray's head so it leans back against the kitchen chair."
Ray gets a bit hurt while hunting for dinner. Fraser worries. OK, more like freaks out. Fraser and his abandonment issues are a fascinating theme to explore and I love this little take on it. Plus, HOT SEX!
"Jesus," Ray mutters. He looks up at Fraser and narrows his eyes. "Can you be a little nicer, for Christ's sake?"
"I'm being as nice as I can," Fraser answers, his voice curt. "Now sit still."
Ray's foot taps impatiently on the floor and he blows out a breath as Fraser wets the washcloth again and presses it against Ray's forehead.
"Leave that there," Fraser tells him. He turns around and goes to the bathroom, pulling a tin of ointment and a roll of bandages from the cabinet. One inch lower and he'd be barreling his way through the snow right now, on his way to the nearest hospital, because Ray could quite possibly have lost an eye. One inch lower and God knows if Ray would have been able to make his way back home from the woods. And if he couldn't, and Fraser didn't know where to start looking for him, and he was stuck out there all night, hurt and alone -
Ring and sequel Still Ringing by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Kowalski/Vecchio, Fraser/Turnbull, NC-17, 16500+5500 words, established relationship, angst, humour. Summary: Wherein Benton Fraser's vocabulary fails him; Ray Kowalski's tub is full of socks; and Ma Vecchio goes postal over an OFC. Sequel: Wherein the reader will find Ren's thoughts on Victoria, Fraser's attitude toward Turnbull, and, ooh! ooh! a Ray/Ray sex scene!
Fraser and Turnbull as Mountie freaks. Ray and Ray and relationship problems. RayK taking care of foster kids. What's not to love? I adore this story. :)
"I just don't get it, Fraser." Ray drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "I just do not get it. I don't get him," he amended. "I don't get him at all."
Ben stayed quiet, for once. He knew that Ray needed to talk, so he'd be a friend and listen.
"I mean, he's great with kids. His sister's kids. He likes kids. I know he likes kids. And he knows I've always wanted kids, it's not some big woo-hoo shock there, I've always been real clear on, 'Hey, I want kids.'"
"Yes, Ray."
"So he should expect me to want to get kids. What, did he think that I'd just want kids forever and never try to have any? Since when am I the sort of person who just sits around and pines quietly? I want it, I'm going to get it. I don't sit on my hands and whimper."
Now there was an interesting image. Ben was courteous enough to replace the picture of Ray in his head with one of Ren. Oh, very nice.
Dog Days of Winter by pir8fancier
Fraser/Kowalski, R, 1347 words, first time. Written for ds_flashfiction's Holiday Party, prompt: "Fraser, do you mind explaining what your wolf is doing?"
Diefenbaker as a cupid. Heheheh. Delightful! :)
And now we were in Ray's apartment, having divested ourselves of our coats and boots not three seconds earlier. Instead of plopping himself down on what is now known as "Dief's chair," he went completely berserk and began running around the two of us, nipping at our heels, barking and growling at us the entire time.
"Diefenbaker! Stop this instant. Stop! STOP! Fetch. Fetch the nice ball," I faked a throw, but Diefenbaker didn't even follow my hand. "Heel, Heel! Run. STOP!" I screamed at Diefenbaker an entire dictionary of commands to no avail.
"Fuck, fuck! Fraser, goddammit! Do something!" Ray screamed as the growling became more menacing when we tried to escape to the bathroom.
Both of us began yelling more commands; well, I yelled commands, while Ray screamed threats. "You are dead meat, furball. Hear me? D.E.A.D. M.E.A.T."
Due North by lemonlashes
Fraser/Vecchio, PG-13, 2000 words, AU, first time, angst. Summary: "I first came here on the trail of my father's killer..."
A great little AU in which Vecchio and Fraser's roles in the Pilot are reversed. Awesome RayV voice.
He's covered in snow and he's wind-burned, too. His voice is what Ma calls milk-chocolate tenor as he says "That's the last time he'll fish over the limit again," and I realize for the fourth time today that I've lost my mind.
Before I can go ask him what the hell, he's getting called in for a yell-at by his lieutenant, or whatever they call them here. Don't I know that drill, huh? But it's another thing I'll never have to deal with again. No pointed words from Welsh, no reprimands formal or informal, no nagging about the outstanding caseload. No badge no gun no radio...
Now he's coming back out of the office. I go to block him from brushing past me, like I would brush, and that lonesomecrazed part of me's thinking about what the bump'll feel like. But he stops before we make contact.
"I do beg your pardon," he says. His eyes are bright, his cheeks pink. He's so clean he almost sparkles. Snowflakes are melting in his hair as he frowns. "You must be from the Chicago police."
A love like theirs by marcellapolman
Fraser/Kowalski, Vecchio/Welsh, R, 7000 words, post-CotW. Summary: Victoria is a witch and she comes back and finds Fraser having sex with RayK!!! And she turns them both into kids!!! And RayV has to find out how to change them back!!! Is Frannie a better babysitter than Turnbull? What do Thatcher and Stella think? Why are Ray's parents at the station? And who exactly picked Welsh to explain the birds and the bees?.
Written for the ds_flashfiction Badfic challenge. Victoria turns Fraser and RayK into 12-years-old kids. I know, this is supposed to be "badfic" but I can't help but be charmed by this story. So, so adorable! And call me a pervert, but Vecchio/Welsh is hot. So there!
“She took our dogs,” Stanley continued. “So we had to walk all by ourselves to the nearest town.” He paused for dramatic effect. “I nearly froze to death three times, didn’t I Ben?”
Turning a couple of shades paler, Benton nodded. “Yes, Ray, you did.”
“But you saved me!” Triumphant look. Proud voice.
Ray got the message loud and clear. Seated next to him was Stanley’s boyfriend Benton Fraser, superhero.
“All right, guys,” he said, “I think it’s time we paid a little visit to someone who knows a thing or two about magic and witchcraft and stuff.”
“Cool,” Stanley said, and his voice dropped to confidentiality level when he added, “you know, my hunches tell me that that woman we met might have been a witch.”
Ray squeezed the boy’s boney shoulder and thought, Kid, you’re going to make a damn fine detective some day.
Faster, Diefenbaker! Mush! Mush! by yahtzee63
Kowalski/Vecchio, PG-13, 2265 words, first time, humour, post-CotW.
Ray and Ray on an insanely funny road trip from Chicago to New York, trying to catch up with Fraser who's in a hot pursuit of a criminal.
However, they both agreed the absolute worst news was that Fraser had commandeered a taxicab in the name of the Canadian government and Queen Elizabeth II, leaving an irritated, newly anti-Canadian taxi driver on the sidewalk. Both the stolen car and a checker cab containing a Mountie and a wolf had just been reported speeding past the Indiana state line.
"I don't know what's scarier here," Kowalski said. "The fact that a criminal's on the loose or the fact that Fraser's driving."
Vecchio envisioned the mayhem on the highways, then decided not the envision that any more. "He'll get his man eventually," he said. "We both know that."
"Yeah, but which man?" Then Kowalski closed his eyes, leaning against the police station door. "And, yeah. The suspect. Right."
The Line by cesperanza
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2400 words, first time.
Fingerfucking. Kitchen table sex. I'm just... GUH. HOT LIKE BURNING!
Finally Fraser forces his eyes away from my dick and finds my face, and I can't help it--I tilt my head a little and grin at him. "Take your jacket off, Fraser. Stay a while," and Fraser glances down at himself like he's only just realized that he's still dressed. He nods jerkily, and then wrenches the jacket off and lets it fall to the floor behind him, Mountie manners completely gone to hell. His blue shirt, carefully ironed, stretches over his shoulders--and okay, maybe Fraser isn't my normal type, but I'll bet I'm not his type either. I'd lay money on it.
Fraser pushes my legs apart and steps between them--and then just folds himself down on top of me. I wrap my arms around that nice-looking blue shirt, hugging him to me, rubbing his back. Fraser buries his face in my neck and just breathes me in. He's all heavy and warm, and trying to calm down a little before he fucks me, I think.
Untitled and sequel by aerye
Kowalski/Vecchio, Fraser/Joe Dick, PG-13, 200 words, humour, crossover with Hard Core Logo.
Hilarious cracky crack. Children's talk! Eeeee! *g*
See RayV. See RayK. See Diefenbaker. RayV and RayK are boyfriend and boyfriend.
Diefenbaker is not. He is a Dog. Okay, Wolf. Half Wolf. See Diefenbaker whine.
Bruises, Bandaged by estrella30
Fraser/Kowalski, NC-17, 2950 words, established relationship, post-CotW, a bit of angst. Summary: "Fraser dips the edge of the washcloth into a bowl of warm water, and tilts Ray's head so it leans back against the kitchen chair."
Ray gets a bit hurt while hunting for dinner. Fraser worries. OK, more like freaks out. Fraser and his abandonment issues are a fascinating theme to explore and I love this little take on it. Plus, HOT SEX!
"Jesus," Ray mutters. He looks up at Fraser and narrows his eyes. "Can you be a little nicer, for Christ's sake?"
"I'm being as nice as I can," Fraser answers, his voice curt. "Now sit still."
Ray's foot taps impatiently on the floor and he blows out a breath as Fraser wets the washcloth again and presses it against Ray's forehead.
"Leave that there," Fraser tells him. He turns around and goes to the bathroom, pulling a tin of ointment and a roll of bandages from the cabinet. One inch lower and he'd be barreling his way through the snow right now, on his way to the nearest hospital, because Ray could quite possibly have lost an eye. One inch lower and God knows if Ray would have been able to make his way back home from the woods. And if he couldn't, and Fraser didn't know where to start looking for him, and he was stuck out there all night, hurt and alone -