Due South
Due South
RayK/Fraser
Ray Is Not Actually Graphing The History Of His Relationship With Fraser--That Would Be Pathetic, And Ray Is Not Pathetic--But If He Was Graphing It, Even Just In His Own Stressed-Out, Messed-Up Brain, It Might Look Something Like This by sprat--There's awkwardness and miscommunication, and while Ray gets understandably frustrated with the whole thing, his affection for Fraser shines through. Just look down at the whole title of this fic. If that isn't RayK, then I don't know what is.
And then, a second later, Fraser had his mouth pressed against Ray's.
Only Ray's last mouthful of beer was still only half-way swallowed. And Fraser's hands were a little shaky, and his aim was a little off, so basically: disaster. There was choking and then eye-poking and a teeth-lip collision, and that is just about all you need to know about that. Ray had to yank his head out of Fraser's grip so he could keep from spitting beer into Fraser's mouth, and then of course Fraser started in with the oh god, Ray, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me--I'll file my transfer papers with the head office tomorrow.
that's where all of the gangsters live by minervacat--Ray's voice is perfect, as is his love affair with Chicago and his wistful, painless memories of Stella and his interactions with Fraser. Read it and enjoy.
Fraser complains about the hotdogs -- "Are you sure there is actually a meat product underneath all these toppings, Ray, or is this some kind of joke?" "Shut up and eat your hot dog, Fraser" -- and complains about Ray smoking, but the Cubs are winning on the TV, out in Arizona, and Ray shuffles on his stool a little, not quite ready to leave, when he finishes his beer.
"Ray," Fraser says, and Ray jerks away from Chip and Steve on the TV. He'd almost forgotten that Fraser was there. "Why don't you have another beer?"
Untitled: Welcome To My World by doll_revolution--Ray and Fraser's relationship told through post-its passed between two women working at a bookstore. Adorable.
***April Eleventh***
(Post-It attached to Helen’s computer)
BF picked up ghost book. OH MY GOD!!! -J
(Post-It attached to Jennifer’s computer)
told you! :::fans self::: I’m in loooo-ooove!
The Course by Bone and Aristide--Post-COTW. Hot, delicious. Featuring Ray undercover as an English professor. Mmm...
Like Fraser hadn't already frayed every nerve Ray had with the kissing, rubbing, groping thing they'd been doing, nonstop, for hours, for days now. And man, he hated being the prom date, the 'that's far enough' one, especially when Fraser didn't want to stop. Fraser wasn't at all interested in stopping. Fraser had his light stuck on green, and it was up to Ray to put his hand up (take it away from whatever hot smooth spot it had found itself in and put it up) and be the stop-right-there-paradise-by-the-dashboa
Academic Punk by the Hoyden--Oh man...just...AU featuring Ray and Fraser as English professors. If her Ray doesn't drive you wild, I'll eat my hat.
"Hey, department policy, people. Copies of the syllabus are going around," the professor was saying, looking down and shuffling things around on his podium. Fraser could see neatly spiked blond hair and the rims of thick-framed black glasses. "So, hi everybody, welcome back to a few people – Sarah, Trevor, and – oh god, Greg, are you back for more?"
"We're committing academic stalking," a girl said, presumably the aforementioned Sarah.
"Academic stalking," Kowalski said, snorting. "That's cute, in a vaguely creepy way. Does that mean I can get a restraining order?"
Indelible by C.L. Finn--Tattoo!fic. Oh man. That should be enough to get you to click.
"I…" My voice fails me. I don't know how to explain this. But I think… no, I feel that he won't laugh at what I have done. Perhaps he will even be able to understand it. I finish what he has started, unzipping my pants and dropping them, pushing my boxers down enough to reveal the tattoo. "I did something foolish when I was in Yellowknife." And the morning after.
Hate Story by Dira Sudis--I'm sure you'll end up hating this story as much as I do.
I hate the way he looked from me to Dief before he left, and told us to look after each other, like I'm going to fall down a well or something if he goes away for three days, like he wouldn't leave at all if he couldn't leave the wolf to babysit me. So I feed Dief takeout every night and donuts every morning, and he tells me he hates Fraser for that too; he's a wolf, for God's sake, why should Fraser think he can't take care of himself?
Damaged Goods by Crys--Post-ep to "Asylum." Hotness.
He didn't need this. Didn't need to be lusting after anyone, least of all his partner. Christ, Fraser would be worse than Stella -- talk about someone who had his own ideas about The Way Things Should Be. Fraser had handcuffed him. Arrested him for leaving the scene of the murder, and slapped the cuffs on. Yeah, okay, so Fraser had taken them off again, but he'd made his point. Ray was on his turf. Under his orders. Doing things the Fraser Way, like it or lump it.
Pizza and Beer by Estrella--Jealousy and seduction. Is there anything better?
Color flushed Fraser cheeks and he tugged on the collar of his jacket. "Well, no, actually. I mean, that is to say-"
"Come over, then," Ray said quietly, leaning just a little bit more into Fraser's space. Fraser took a small step back and Ray thought bingo! "Tonight. Come over around eight?"
Blueprint by Journey--post-COTW. Long, sweet and refreshingly different.
“Real date?” Ray filled in the blank. He continued on and yanked the door open, holding it politely for Fraser to walk through. “Who says it isn’t?” he added with a smile and a wink. “Come on in Fraser. I won’t bite you.” Fraser sighed and moved forward, knowing that protesting further would only hurt Ray’s feelings. As he brushed in front of Ray, his partner leaned in, stopped Fraser with a hand on his chest and outrageously whispered into his ear. “Unless you want me to.”
Thermoform by Kellie Matthews--Part of a series, but can be read on its own. A sweet story with a Ray that tries so hard to make Fraser happy.
Finally I locate the date. November fifteenth. And today is November sixteenth. Well, that explains why he was watching those kids today. And of course he couldn't just tell me his birthday was yesterday. "Fuck," I breathe softly, banging my forehead against the file cabinet. I missed it. I missed his birthday. Everybody missed his birthday, from what I can tell.
RayK/Fraser
Ray Is Not Actually Graphing The History Of His Relationship With Fraser--That Would Be Pathetic, And Ray Is Not Pathetic--But If He Was Graphing It, Even Just In His Own Stressed-Out, Messed-Up Brain, It Might Look Something Like This by sprat--There's awkwardness and miscommunication, and while Ray gets understandably frustrated with the whole thing, his affection for Fraser shines through. Just look down at the whole title of this fic. If that isn't RayK, then I don't know what is.
And then, a second later, Fraser had his mouth pressed against Ray's.
Only Ray's last mouthful of beer was still only half-way swallowed. And Fraser's hands were a little shaky, and his aim was a little off, so basically: disaster. There was choking and then eye-poking and a teeth-lip collision, and that is just about all you need to know about that. Ray had to yank his head out of Fraser's grip so he could keep from spitting beer into Fraser's mouth, and then of course Fraser started in with the oh god, Ray, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me--I'll file my transfer papers with the head office tomorrow.
that's where all of the gangsters live by minervacat--Ray's voice is perfect, as is his love affair with Chicago and his wistful, painless memories of Stella and his interactions with Fraser. Read it and enjoy.
Fraser complains about the hotdogs -- "Are you sure there is actually a meat product underneath all these toppings, Ray, or is this some kind of joke?" "Shut up and eat your hot dog, Fraser" -- and complains about Ray smoking, but the Cubs are winning on the TV, out in Arizona, and Ray shuffles on his stool a little, not quite ready to leave, when he finishes his beer.
"Ray," Fraser says, and Ray jerks away from Chip and Steve on the TV. He'd almost forgotten that Fraser was there. "Why don't you have another beer?"
Untitled: Welcome To My World by doll_revolution--Ray and Fraser's relationship told through post-its passed between two women working at a bookstore. Adorable.
***April Eleventh***
(Post-It attached to Helen’s computer)
BF picked up ghost book. OH MY GOD!!! -J
(Post-It attached to Jennifer’s computer)
told you! :::fans self::: I’m in loooo-ooove!
The Course by Bone and Aristide--Post-COTW. Hot, delicious. Featuring Ray undercover as an English professor. Mmm...
Like Fraser hadn't already frayed every nerve Ray had with the kissing, rubbing, groping thing they'd been doing, nonstop, for hours, for days now. And man, he hated being the prom date, the 'that's far enough' one, especially when Fraser didn't want to stop. Fraser wasn't at all interested in stopping. Fraser had his light stuck on green, and it was up to Ray to put his hand up (take it away from whatever hot smooth spot it had found itself in and put it up) and be the stop-right-there-paradise-by-the-dashboa
Academic Punk by the Hoyden--Oh man...just...AU featuring Ray and Fraser as English professors. If her Ray doesn't drive you wild, I'll eat my hat.
"Hey, department policy, people. Copies of the syllabus are going around," the professor was saying, looking down and shuffling things around on his podium. Fraser could see neatly spiked blond hair and the rims of thick-framed black glasses. "So, hi everybody, welcome back to a few people – Sarah, Trevor, and – oh god, Greg, are you back for more?"
"We're committing academic stalking," a girl said, presumably the aforementioned Sarah.
"Academic stalking," Kowalski said, snorting. "That's cute, in a vaguely creepy way. Does that mean I can get a restraining order?"
Indelible by C.L. Finn--Tattoo!fic. Oh man. That should be enough to get you to click.
"I…" My voice fails me. I don't know how to explain this. But I think… no, I feel that he won't laugh at what I have done. Perhaps he will even be able to understand it. I finish what he has started, unzipping my pants and dropping them, pushing my boxers down enough to reveal the tattoo. "I did something foolish when I was in Yellowknife." And the morning after.
Hate Story by Dira Sudis--I'm sure you'll end up hating this story as much as I do.
I hate the way he looked from me to Dief before he left, and told us to look after each other, like I'm going to fall down a well or something if he goes away for three days, like he wouldn't leave at all if he couldn't leave the wolf to babysit me. So I feed Dief takeout every night and donuts every morning, and he tells me he hates Fraser for that too; he's a wolf, for God's sake, why should Fraser think he can't take care of himself?
Damaged Goods by Crys--Post-ep to "Asylum." Hotness.
He didn't need this. Didn't need to be lusting after anyone, least of all his partner. Christ, Fraser would be worse than Stella -- talk about someone who had his own ideas about The Way Things Should Be. Fraser had handcuffed him. Arrested him for leaving the scene of the murder, and slapped the cuffs on. Yeah, okay, so Fraser had taken them off again, but he'd made his point. Ray was on his turf. Under his orders. Doing things the Fraser Way, like it or lump it.
Pizza and Beer by Estrella--Jealousy and seduction. Is there anything better?
Color flushed Fraser cheeks and he tugged on the collar of his jacket. "Well, no, actually. I mean, that is to say-"
"Come over, then," Ray said quietly, leaning just a little bit more into Fraser's space. Fraser took a small step back and Ray thought bingo! "Tonight. Come over around eight?"
Blueprint by Journey--post-COTW. Long, sweet and refreshingly different.
“Real date?” Ray filled in the blank. He continued on and yanked the door open, holding it politely for Fraser to walk through. “Who says it isn’t?” he added with a smile and a wink. “Come on in Fraser. I won’t bite you.” Fraser sighed and moved forward, knowing that protesting further would only hurt Ray’s feelings. As he brushed in front of Ray, his partner leaned in, stopped Fraser with a hand on his chest and outrageously whispered into his ear. “Unless you want me to.”
Thermoform by Kellie Matthews--Part of a series, but can be read on its own. A sweet story with a Ray that tries so hard to make Fraser happy.
Finally I locate the date. November fifteenth. And today is November sixteenth. Well, that explains why he was watching those kids today. And of course he couldn't just tell me his birthday was yesterday. "Fuck," I breathe softly, banging my forehead against the file cabinet. I missed it. I missed his birthday. Everybody missed his birthday, from what I can tell.