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viridian5
Website/link to fic: The Green Room Version 3.0, DSA and AO3.
Fanlore page: It's right here
First DS fic posted: July 1999
Full disclosure: I'm a long time fan.
Pairings: Fraser/RayK, Fraser/Kowalski/Turnbull
Style and strengths: A prolific author,viridian5 belongs to the first wave of due South/C6D authors. Her stories involve themes and observations on the show and its characters in ways that still echo to this day. The majority of her fics are written from Ray Kowalski's POV with lots of IC voice. They show us some of the many ways he loves Fraser , his impatience at being partnered with him and some insight as to his loneliness and insecurities. While the majority of the fics are slash or pre-slash with happy endings, there are a few that end on a more ambiguous note: with either Fraser or RayK wanting each other but not acting on their feelings. In addition, viridian5 is also a fan of AUs; she displays an amazing talent within that genre (especially with the Other Lives, Things Once Linked series.)
Other DS/C6D activity: She's also written several Hard Core Logo (Joe Dick/Billy Tallent) and Twitch City (Newbie/Curtis, Newbie/Curtis/Hope) fics.
Some favourites
The Thrill of the Chase (PG, F/K though it could also be read as pre-slash or even gen, one-shot) It's late and Fraser's being moody. RayK steals the Sacred Stetson. This is a fluffy story that wouldn't be amiss in an actual episode of the series.
I leapt over a moving mop handle and glared at Murray the Homicidal Janitor. Guy’s always trying to trip me up, and I never did nothing to him. He just keeps mopping all blank-faced like nothing’s nothing. Dief’s playing both sides by racing along with me, barking happily, then sometimes trying to trip me up.
"Pick a side and stay on it, Dief!" I said, and he responds with a canine smirk.
I turn another corner, and Fraser is there with his arms outstretched to get me, a Mountie smirk on his face. It takes me precious time to register the impossibility of it before I try to back-pedal. Bad move. The floor’s too slick, and my hip hits it hard, but I’m still moving forward. I slide right through Fraser’s parted legs like something out of a cartoon and whoop in victory. Wish I could see the look on his face.
Hungry (mild R, F/K, short) A ficlet set at a White Castle drive-thru in which RayK invents new words, Fraser admonishes Dief for wanting junk food and the boys end up at the world's longest stake out.
"But we might as well go inside and order, then."
"Nope, drive-thru’s still faster." A large furry head settled itself on Ray’s shoulder. Ray grinned at it and asked, "Hey, Dief, wanna White Castle?" He got a happy bark as a reply. "Yeah, I know, dumb question."
"You will not give him one."
"What’s the harm? It’s better than a donut. Meat’s steamed, not fried, and it’s topped with onions and pickles. Veggies." Dief backed Ray up with an affronted whuff!
"Aside from it being junk food," Ben grinned at the indignant "Hey!" the term elicited from Ray, "the onions on it are toxic to dogs."
"Toxic?"
"It’s dose dependent, but onions can cause Heinz body anemia in dogs." At Dief’s grumble and glare, Fraser answered, "Yes, that does apply to you too."
Tea & Insanity (Fraser/Kowalski/Turnbull, NC-17, medium length). The first entry for the "Tea for Three" series, RayK goes out to a tea salon with Fraser and Turbull, is propositioned by both and ends up figuring out a few things about everyone involved. One of the things that make this one of my favourite fics ever is how Fraser, Rayk AND Turbull are on the same level when it comes to both their relationship and the sex. What's even cooler is that Fraser and Turnbull have a lot of the sympatico that was show in the S3 episode "Asylum". Also worth noting is that the sequel (Tea & Diplomacy) has a bratty!Fraser who is both infuriating and very Alpha.
Fraser took a break from working over my mouth and grinding against me to ask, "Is this okay with you, Ray?" I never heard him sound so husky and darkly sexy before.
He wanted me to talk now? "Yeah, oh yeah," I managed to gasp out.
Licking his lips, he smiled and moved out of arm's reach. "Are you sure?"
If I didn't have Turnbull holding on and stroking me for dear life, I'd throw myself at Fraser. Whether to jump him or kill him, I couldn't say. Maybe I'd jump him, then kill him. But Turnbull made the whole thing moot anyway. "Yeah, I'm sure. I've never been so damned sure of anything in my life. Now get back here!"
"You are being a trifle cruel," Turnbull said against the top of my head. Sexed up as I was, even his breath against my scalp made me crazy.
"Perhaps. I'm told anticipation adds spice. You've never complained before, Ren."
"My own personal experience suggests that you're correct, sir."
"He calls ya 'sir' during sex too?" I had to ask.
"Sometimes," Fraser said. "Sometimes I call him 'sir.' It all works out in reciprocation."
Oh God. I was in the hands of loonies. They were going to torture me to death.
The Company of Wolves (PG, F/K of a sort, AU, short) Wolf!Fraser meets another one of his kind in this truly original ficlet. What makes it such a treat to read is how Fraser and RayK are very much themselves even though both of them are literal wolves. It also has a beautiful and hopeful ending that brings a smile to my face.
As my strength flagged, only my will and hunger kept me running. I needed this kill, needed it desperately. The hunting had been poor, and other starving animals had already stripped the trees of whatever poor sustenance they could provide in bark. Drinking snowmelt provided only an illusory and brief fullness. I wasted away.
As I so often did, I wondered how my pack fared in my absence, if they starved as I did. I hoped not. I understood why I’d been exiled--there could be only one leader, or confusion would result, and in most cases my fate would have been a fight to the death instead of exile--but it still hurt. We had been one body, and being alone now left me maimed, even aside from having to discover and develop new hunting techniques. Alone....
I Should Be On Television (Twitch City, Newbie/Curtis, NC-17, short) In this metafic, Newbie and Curtis talk about due South, Fraser, the Rays, which one of the Rays Fraser would go to bed with and why. Worth a read because of their observations on the many Diefs throughout the run of the series.
"You know, _due South_ may be one of the most calculated TV shows
on the air," Curtis said, pointing at the screen as the credits
played.
"You think so? There are a lot of them out there. Every show has
the research and demographics figured first. And how did Alliance
get to own 95% of Canadian TV shows anyway?" Newbie asked.
"There's a question for the ages, but you're straying off topic."
"You get to decide the topic?"
"My house, my--"
"Blow me."
"Maybe later. If you're good."
Newbie rolled his eyes, but he stretched in a way that rubbed his
body against Curtis' in a highly distracting manner. "Then I'll let
you try to dazzle me."
"Think about it. The show is designed to appeal to so many
demographics. They have a good-looking front man for the
ladies, and action stuff for the men. The funny Mountie can
make Americans feel superior, while Canadians laugh at the
violent, trigger-happy American characters."
viridian5Website/link to fic: The Green Room Version 3.0, DSA and AO3.
Fanlore page: It's right here
First DS fic posted: July 1999
Full disclosure: I'm a long time fan.
Pairings: Fraser/RayK, Fraser/Kowalski/Turnbull
Style and strengths: A prolific author,
viridian5 belongs to the first wave of due South/C6D authors. Her stories involve themes and observations on the show and its characters in ways that still echo to this day. The majority of her fics are written from Ray Kowalski's POV with lots of IC voice. They show us some of the many ways he loves Fraser , his impatience at being partnered with him and some insight as to his loneliness and insecurities. While the majority of the fics are slash or pre-slash with happy endings, there are a few that end on a more ambiguous note: with either Fraser or RayK wanting each other but not acting on their feelings. In addition, viridian5 is also a fan of AUs; she displays an amazing talent within that genre (especially with the Other Lives, Things Once Linked series.)Other DS/C6D activity: She's also written several Hard Core Logo (Joe Dick/Billy Tallent) and Twitch City (Newbie/Curtis, Newbie/Curtis/Hope) fics.
Some favourites
The Thrill of the Chase (PG, F/K though it could also be read as pre-slash or even gen, one-shot) It's late and Fraser's being moody. RayK steals the Sacred Stetson. This is a fluffy story that wouldn't be amiss in an actual episode of the series.
I leapt over a moving mop handle and glared at Murray the Homicidal Janitor. Guy’s always trying to trip me up, and I never did nothing to him. He just keeps mopping all blank-faced like nothing’s nothing. Dief’s playing both sides by racing along with me, barking happily, then sometimes trying to trip me up.
"Pick a side and stay on it, Dief!" I said, and he responds with a canine smirk.
I turn another corner, and Fraser is there with his arms outstretched to get me, a Mountie smirk on his face. It takes me precious time to register the impossibility of it before I try to back-pedal. Bad move. The floor’s too slick, and my hip hits it hard, but I’m still moving forward. I slide right through Fraser’s parted legs like something out of a cartoon and whoop in victory. Wish I could see the look on his face.
Hungry (mild R, F/K, short) A ficlet set at a White Castle drive-thru in which RayK invents new words, Fraser admonishes Dief for wanting junk food and the boys end up at the world's longest stake out.
"But we might as well go inside and order, then."
"Nope, drive-thru’s still faster." A large furry head settled itself on Ray’s shoulder. Ray grinned at it and asked, "Hey, Dief, wanna White Castle?" He got a happy bark as a reply. "Yeah, I know, dumb question."
"You will not give him one."
"What’s the harm? It’s better than a donut. Meat’s steamed, not fried, and it’s topped with onions and pickles. Veggies." Dief backed Ray up with an affronted whuff!
"Aside from it being junk food," Ben grinned at the indignant "Hey!" the term elicited from Ray, "the onions on it are toxic to dogs."
"Toxic?"
"It’s dose dependent, but onions can cause Heinz body anemia in dogs." At Dief’s grumble and glare, Fraser answered, "Yes, that does apply to you too."
Tea & Insanity (Fraser/Kowalski/Turnbull, NC-17, medium length). The first entry for the "Tea for Three" series, RayK goes out to a tea salon with Fraser and Turbull, is propositioned by both and ends up figuring out a few things about everyone involved. One of the things that make this one of my favourite fics ever is how Fraser, Rayk AND Turbull are on the same level when it comes to both their relationship and the sex. What's even cooler is that Fraser and Turnbull have a lot of the sympatico that was show in the S3 episode "Asylum". Also worth noting is that the sequel (Tea & Diplomacy) has a bratty!Fraser who is both infuriating and very Alpha.
Fraser took a break from working over my mouth and grinding against me to ask, "Is this okay with you, Ray?" I never heard him sound so husky and darkly sexy before.
He wanted me to talk now? "Yeah, oh yeah," I managed to gasp out.
Licking his lips, he smiled and moved out of arm's reach. "Are you sure?"
If I didn't have Turnbull holding on and stroking me for dear life, I'd throw myself at Fraser. Whether to jump him or kill him, I couldn't say. Maybe I'd jump him, then kill him. But Turnbull made the whole thing moot anyway. "Yeah, I'm sure. I've never been so damned sure of anything in my life. Now get back here!"
"You are being a trifle cruel," Turnbull said against the top of my head. Sexed up as I was, even his breath against my scalp made me crazy.
"Perhaps. I'm told anticipation adds spice. You've never complained before, Ren."
"My own personal experience suggests that you're correct, sir."
"He calls ya 'sir' during sex too?" I had to ask.
"Sometimes," Fraser said. "Sometimes I call him 'sir.' It all works out in reciprocation."
Oh God. I was in the hands of loonies. They were going to torture me to death.
The Company of Wolves (PG, F/K of a sort, AU, short) Wolf!Fraser meets another one of his kind in this truly original ficlet. What makes it such a treat to read is how Fraser and RayK are very much themselves even though both of them are literal wolves. It also has a beautiful and hopeful ending that brings a smile to my face.
As my strength flagged, only my will and hunger kept me running. I needed this kill, needed it desperately. The hunting had been poor, and other starving animals had already stripped the trees of whatever poor sustenance they could provide in bark. Drinking snowmelt provided only an illusory and brief fullness. I wasted away.
As I so often did, I wondered how my pack fared in my absence, if they starved as I did. I hoped not. I understood why I’d been exiled--there could be only one leader, or confusion would result, and in most cases my fate would have been a fight to the death instead of exile--but it still hurt. We had been one body, and being alone now left me maimed, even aside from having to discover and develop new hunting techniques. Alone....
I Should Be On Television (Twitch City, Newbie/Curtis, NC-17, short) In this metafic, Newbie and Curtis talk about due South, Fraser, the Rays, which one of the Rays Fraser would go to bed with and why. Worth a read because of their observations on the many Diefs throughout the run of the series.
"You know, _due South_ may be one of the most calculated TV shows
on the air," Curtis said, pointing at the screen as the credits
played.
"You think so? There are a lot of them out there. Every show has
the research and demographics figured first. And how did Alliance
get to own 95% of Canadian TV shows anyway?" Newbie asked.
"There's a question for the ages, but you're straying off topic."
"You get to decide the topic?"
"My house, my--"
"Blow me."
"Maybe later. If you're good."
Newbie rolled his eyes, but he stretched in a way that rubbed his
body against Curtis' in a highly distracting manner. "Then I'll let
you try to dazzle me."
"Think about it. The show is designed to appeal to so many
demographics. They have a good-looking front man for the
ladies, and action stuff for the men. The funny Mountie can
make Americans feel superior, while Canadians laugh at the
violent, trigger-happy American characters."
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