#since the 30th anniversary definitely kickstarted a lot of these fics

[gayvecchio]

I had the idea earlier this year to write 30 fics for 30 years of due South, unfortunately, I didn't quite get there. Still, it was a very prolific year for me, having posted 20 fics in total to ao3, 17 of them being dS fics. I'm pretty proud of that number, especially given that 2024 was a very tough year. Writing for these characters was a bright spot for me, and I loved being able to contribute something to this wonderful show/fandom that has been going strong for 30 years.

So, here is my due South fic round up for 2024! I hope to keep writing even more of these characters in the new year!

(*) indicates the fic is a personal fave

What Were You Doing New Year's Eve? *

Ray wakes up on New Year's day to find a man in his bed; how he got there is a mystery. (F/K)(T) word count: 2743

Reaching Out 

Just a quiet morning during the quest. (F/K)(G) word count: 100

Morning Warm-Up 

“When I first opened the door and saw you standing there, I thought I must've fallen asleep; I was afraid I had dreamt you.”

“I’m definitely no dream, Benny” (F/V)(E) word count: 1102

Tea and Tiaras 

Ray, Fraser, and Dief have a tea party with Ray's niece. (Gen)(G) word count: 1054

30 years 

Ray could hardly believe that it had been thirty years since the Mountie wandered into that holding cell… (F/V)(G) word count: 488

Three of a Kind

“Hey, Benny, they're playing our song.”

Fraser tilted his head, eyes lighting with recognition, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Ah, the gymnasium at the St. Fortunata School.”

“Where we had our first dance.”  (F/V/K, pre-ot3)(G) word count: 491

Worthy of Worship *

To Fraser a cross was just a cross. Except for the one that dangled from a certain neck. (F/V) (M) word count: 300

A Mountie Under the Influence *

"Listen, you are not in your right mind right now. You don't know what you're doing. I'm pretty sure if you had any idea what you were doing you wouldn't even think about doing it. So, under the circumstances, I cannot in good conscience allow you to keep licking me." (F/V) (T) word count: 1965

High Adventure 

Ray wasn��t the adventurous type. Not in the Great Outdoors sense anyway. (F/K) (G) word count: 139

Never Leaving Las Vegas *

It’s starting to feel like this gilded strip of desert is all he’s ever known (Ray Vecchio, gen/character study) word count: 139

give me something good

Ray Vecchio gets a surprise Trick or Treater at his door. (F/V) (G) word count: 466

Watch Your Neck *

“This is exactly what I was talking about, Benny. There’s no way I’d be out hunting vampires before you came into my life.”  (F/V) (T) word count: 2613

Riveted *

As soon as he laid eyes on the car in person, Ray could see his future with Ange, all the plans they’d made, crumbling away. Handing over the cash, he imagined the disappointment in her eyes, heard the hurt and anger in her voice beneath the thrum of the engine as he pulled out of the lot. It should have been enough to make him turn back. (Ray Vecchio, gen/character study) word count: 2148

Thanks for Nothing 

Apparently, even mobsters took the holidays off to spend with their loved ones. Armando Langoustini, however, didn’t have any of those. No real friends or family to speak of—unless you counted The Family, but none of them seemed to have room for him at their tables. (F/V) word count: 1382

Thankful

Ray couldn’t remember the last time he’d sat down for Thanksgiving with an actual family. His parents hadn’t been back to Chicago in years. Stella’s family had been big on the holidays, sure, but those dinners were...complicated. Formal in the worst way. Stuffy. He didn’t think it would be like that at the Vecchio’s, but he still wanted to make a good impression. (Gen) (G) word count: 2082

Home for Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a Vecchio was stirring, not even the wolf. (F/V) (G) word count: 2159

Blame it on the Eggnog

As soon as Kowalski kicked the door shut behind them, a flurry of hands descended, fingers tangling in their haste to get Fraser’s tunic undone. Vecchio swatted Fraser’s hands away with a smirk. “Let us, Benny,” Vecchio murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Fraser’s ear. “Yeah,” Kowalski added, grinning as he pressed a hard, eager kiss to Fraser’s lips. “You’re the present—we get to do the unwrapping.” (F/V/K) (E) word count: 6091