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akamine_chan) wrote in
crack_van2010-06-27 06:24 pm
The Work Of Coming Home, by Luzula (NC17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: >20k
Author on LJ:
luzula
Author Website: @ AO3
Why this must be read: because ever since I saw the episode Asylum I have been wanting a Mountie!Ray story, and here is
luzula giving me exactly what I've always wanted. \o/
luzula's story takes place after the Quest, showing us what happens once Fraser and Ray ride off into the sunset. It's not easy, it's never going to be easy for these two, but they're committed to making things work.
luzula's writing is clean and spare, and her storytelling skills are excellent. She brings Ray, Fraser and their family and friends to life.
The old cabin was full of memories for me: the old iron stove where my grandmother had cooked, the birch tree around the back where I had once carved my initials, the little room where I had slept as a boy. Even though we were tearing some of it down, it still gave me a satisfying sense of continuity to live there again. Besides, it was not the cabin which was my grandparents' real legacy, but the books. And the books were still there, some of them with me, but most donated to the Inuvik Centennial Library.
We spent that summer working hard, but I don't remember it as hard work. Rather, it was filled with a sense of common purpose that made the work seem easy. Ray would go bare-chested whenever the temperature and mosquitoes allowed, his muscled chest distracting me from my work until I had to push him up against the half-finished wall and kiss him, the smell of sweat and wood shavings filling my nostrils.
The Work Of Coming Home
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: >20k
Author on LJ:
Author Website: @ AO3
Why this must be read: because ever since I saw the episode Asylum I have been wanting a Mountie!Ray story, and here is
The old cabin was full of memories for me: the old iron stove where my grandmother had cooked, the birch tree around the back where I had once carved my initials, the little room where I had slept as a boy. Even though we were tearing some of it down, it still gave me a satisfying sense of continuity to live there again. Besides, it was not the cabin which was my grandparents' real legacy, but the books. And the books were still there, some of them with me, but most donated to the Inuvik Centennial Library.
We spent that summer working hard, but I don't remember it as hard work. Rather, it was filled with a sense of common purpose that made the work seem easy. Ray would go bare-chested whenever the temperature and mosquitoes allowed, his muscled chest distracting me from my work until I had to push him up against the half-finished wall and kiss him, the smell of sweat and wood shavings filling my nostrils.
The Work Of Coming Home

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The story can easily be found on the AO3, though.
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