Fandom: due South Rating: R Word count: 20,909 Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski/Vecchio Summary: Ray returns to Chicago and finds Vecchio is back too; Fraser's coming down in a month. What could possibly go wrong.
Ray almost turned back, but he wanted his damn coffee, so he dug his nails into his palms and went in. His life, so damn hard.
I want to be the one to pick Fraser up GOD, THESE TWO LOSERS. <333333333
Ray felt Chicago all over him like a second strangling skin I love the things you say about place in this story.
looking like maybe his expensive tailored suit didn't fit so well today. Oh, Christ, my baby.
"My father will build us a cabin." Oh god, I just ship them ALL.
Just staying here until the dream hallucinations got to the point where Fraser said he hated him seriously didn't bear thinking about. MY HEART, MY HEAAAART.
the world being really immediate and telescoping away all at once, which meant if he tried hitting something he'd probably end up with a broken hand. God, this fic is making me love Ray in really unexpected ways.
"God knows you work better with the Mountie than alone, Vecchio. Kowalski's record is a bit more solid." OH NO DON'T DO THAT D:
"Constable Fraser can liaise with whoever he wants." LOLOLOL
"Listen," Vecchio said, in this soft, urgent, incredibly weird voice, "I got things to do, you go to the Consulate, okay?" MY RAY IS THE BETTER RAY. >:( :D
it meant his shoulder was still tingling where Vecchio'd grabbed his jacket, and he could hardly breathe he missed Fraser so much, . . . Yeah, I got nothin'. ot3.
it meant his shoulder was still tingling where Vecchio'd grabbed his jacket, and he could hardly breathe he missed Fraser so much, GOD HOW SO ADORABLE?
but wow, wow, tomorrow, Vecchio was going to kill him. THEY ARE ALL MY FAVORITE.
It was like a week of good tundra and then suddenly ice fields for the next fifty miles. And you use place as a fucking METAPHOR, and why can't I learn to do this? BEAUTIFUL.
We got too much of the same life." YES. And also NO, because that can be a good thing.
this brief solid warm touch in exactly the same place Vecchio had, OH BOYS
The whole section with Ray falling asleep is TOO PERFECT FOR WORDS.
"Like having joint custody," Ray agreed, and tried a grin Dear God. *___*
and it had the same this-is-your-new-magnetic-center-of-gravity quality to it that being around Fraser had I love, love, love this metaphor. I also love what this scene says about Ray and how HELPLESS and NEEDY and SUGGESTIBLE Ray is. He's just sort of at sea here, because he's so easily affected by them.
the way Fraser could say Ray and Ray and Ray didn't even know if he was saying them with particular inflections or anything, but he could still hear the difference. God, YES. That's why they need a Fraser. I mean, like, ONE of the reasons.
Ray saw him starting to wonder why maybe the three of them couldn't work together; Oh, Fraser, honey.
Ray slid into the driver's seat feeling funny, feeling like music. Dude, I love your writing.
or you're protecting your partner and you think, oh, hey, I got another one, I wonder how he's doing --" This is like the epic story of How Threesomes Can Work.
but it was like -- like icebergs, YES
"Ray," Fraser said into the silence, sounding as torn-up as Ray had ever heard him, "I don't want to choose." ohmygod fraser.
Ray dug in his heels a little from sheer panic, I LOVE stupid, panicky Ray.
"Okay, what seriously shitty karmic thing have we done?" AHHAHA YEAH
I love how this fic really has to be from Ray's POV.
Ray's mind raced silently through all the panicked swearwords he knew; ME TOO, BABY. God, you are pretty badass at this slow fucking buildup to a relationship.
Buildings and mountains, old mattresses and new snow. I LIKE WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
Number of things he did not actually know about Fraser: rising. Dude, dude, this is brilliant. I love this scene.
logistics, that was the word, logistics, two backs to watch. WHY THREESOMES ARE AWESOME: A PLAY IN THREE ACTS.
His life, so damn hard.
I want to be the one to pick Fraser up
GOD, THESE TWO LOSERS. <333333333
Ray felt Chicago all over him like a second strangling skin
I love the things you say about place in this story.
looking like maybe his expensive tailored suit didn't fit so well today.
Oh, Christ, my baby.
"My father will build us a cabin."
Oh god, I just ship them ALL.
Just staying here until the dream hallucinations got to the point where Fraser said he hated him seriously didn't bear thinking about.
MY HEART, MY HEAAAART.
the world being really immediate and telescoping away all at once, which meant if he tried hitting something he'd probably end up with a broken hand.
God, this fic is making me love Ray in really unexpected ways.
"God knows you work better with the Mountie than alone, Vecchio. Kowalski's record is a bit more solid."
OH NO DON'T DO THAT D:
"Constable Fraser can liaise with whoever he wants."
LOLOLOL
"Listen," Vecchio said, in this soft, urgent, incredibly weird voice, "I got things to do, you go to the Consulate, okay?"
MY RAY IS THE BETTER RAY. >:( :D
it meant his shoulder was still tingling where Vecchio'd grabbed his jacket, and he could hardly breathe he missed Fraser so much,
. . . Yeah, I got nothin'. ot3.
it meant his shoulder was still tingling where Vecchio'd grabbed his jacket, and he could hardly breathe he missed Fraser so much,
GOD HOW SO ADORABLE?
but wow, wow, tomorrow, Vecchio was going to kill him.
THEY ARE ALL MY FAVORITE.
It was like a week of good tundra and then suddenly ice fields for the next fifty miles.
And you use place as a fucking METAPHOR, and why can't I learn to do this? BEAUTIFUL.
We got too much of the same life."
YES. And also NO, because that can be a good thing.
this brief solid warm touch in exactly the same place Vecchio had,
OH BOYS
The whole section with Ray falling asleep is TOO PERFECT FOR WORDS.
"Like having joint custody," Ray agreed, and tried a grin
Dear God. *___*
and it had the same this-is-your-new-magnetic-center-of-gravity quality to it that being around Fraser had
I love, love, love this metaphor. I also love what this scene says about Ray and how HELPLESS and NEEDY and SUGGESTIBLE Ray is. He's just sort of at sea here, because he's so easily affected by them.
the way Fraser could say Ray and Ray and Ray didn't even know if he was saying them with particular inflections or anything, but he could still hear the difference.
God, YES. That's why they need a Fraser. I mean, like, ONE of the reasons.
Ray saw him starting to wonder why maybe the three of them couldn't work together;
Oh, Fraser, honey.
Ray slid into the driver's seat feeling funny, feeling like music.
Dude, I love your writing.
or you're protecting your partner and you think, oh, hey, I got another one, I wonder how he's doing --"
This is like the epic story of How Threesomes Can Work.
but it was like -- like icebergs,
YES
"Ray," Fraser said into the silence, sounding as torn-up as Ray had ever heard him, "I don't want to choose."
ohmygod fraser.
Ray dug in his heels a little from sheer panic,
I LOVE stupid, panicky Ray.
"Okay, what seriously shitty karmic thing have we done?"
AHHAHA YEAH
I love how this fic really has to be from Ray's POV.
Ray's mind raced silently through all the panicked swearwords he knew;
ME TOO, BABY. God, you are pretty badass at this slow fucking buildup to a relationship.
Buildings and mountains, old mattresses and new snow.
I LIKE WHAT YOU ARE DOING.
Number of things he did not actually know about Fraser: rising.
Dude, dude, this is brilliant. I love this scene.
logistics, that was the word, logistics, two backs to watch.
WHY THREESOMES ARE AWESOME: A PLAY IN THREE ACTS.
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ps: I will totes read the third part in the morning when I am less wiped out.
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