Ghosti, Hands

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Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Ghosti
Author: Hth, on LJ hth_the_first
Characters: Fraser, Kowalski, Vecchio, Stella, assorted Canadians
Prompt: 07. Love
Rating: R
Length: long
Brief summary: God, I love this fic. I read it very recently, and I LOVE IT. Hth writes wonderful, transcendent Ray/Ray, and this F/K is no exception. This is an AU where both Ray and Fraser take transfers after “Mounty on the Bounty,” and Vecchio comes out of cover as a result shortly thereafter. When Vecchio shows up to see Ray and find out where Fraser is, they travel to Canada to settle some things. I love watching Ray and Fraser try to work out the aftermath of their “kiss,” and their eventual conclusion. Pitch perfect characterization and excellent writing, and completely real and heartbreaking.


"They built a ship. They continued work on their new ship, Ray, until the last man was too sick and malnourished to carry on." After a pause, Fraser added, "Now you may feel free to criticize my story or my motives for telling it, as you prefer."

And he would have, happily, free of guilt, if he'd known what the hell Fraser was talking about. "Okay," he admitted at last. "Ballpark it for me: what's the message?"

"That the human heart longs for its home so fiercely that a man will die before he gives up the dream of returning there."

For a minute, Ray was tempted to understand. He thought about Chicago, its noise and its graffiti, the burned-grease smell of the best hot dog carts, and gargoyles on the buildings, and amusement parks, and the Imax at the Museum of Science and Industry, and the old men who sat on their apartment balconies and swore across at each other in a fluid mixture of English and Polish, just like Ray's own grandfather used to swear at the neighbors.

But no. No way. Fraser thought he knew Ray so well, knew what he was capable of and where he would always fall down. "I'm not dying, Fraser. Like I'd let you off the hook that easy."

He cocked his head, honestly surprised. "You? What-- Oh, no, Ray. No, no. I was speaking from my own experience."

And then he got it, and shit, he'd had it backwards before. It was Ray who was the native guide, and Fraser the shipwrecked Brit just trying to get from here to there, and Fraser had lived -- briefly -- in Chicago, getting some kind of scurvy of the spirit, until his ship came in and his fish flew the coop, and this was an apology, or at least an explanation, or at least Fraser trying to tell him...

...that it wasn't Ray's fault.

"You kissed me," Ray said.

"Not intentionally, Ray."

Link to the story: Ghosti


Claim: due South, Fraser/Kowalski
Title: Hands
Author: Estrella, on LJ estrella30
Characters: Fraser and Ray
Prompt: 41. Drabble
Rating: NC-17
Length: short
Brief summary: This is absolutely gorgeous, and calling it just a drabble seems like a slight, because this tiny fic is more than that. Let’s just say, Ray and Fraser, and little bit of mild bondage type business and sexsexsex. This is hot without being smutty, a PWP that packs a punch. I love that you can see how much they love and trust each other, and Ray is so needy…and this is just so hot.


Fraser kisses him now. His mouth is warm and familiar, even if he's kissing Ray in a way he's never kissed Ray before. "I could get…something," Fraser says against Ray's mouth, pushing Ray's arms farther apart. The backs of Ray's hands slide off the pillows and onto the sheets and Fraser twists their fingers together, but never once lets go. "In the drawer," Fraser says, his voice thick and soft, "I could get your handcuffs-"

"No," Ray answers quickly. "This is…" he untangles his fingers from Fraser's and slides his hands up so Fraser's hands are back at his wrists. "I want this," Ray says urgently, looking directly into Fraser's eyes. "I want you holding me down."

Link to the story: Hands