save your energy, When Night Falls on the City, 736 kilometers (457 miles)
Title: save your energy (you'll need it in your childbearing years)
Author: etben
Pairing: F/K/V
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: When I betaed this, I pretty much just flailed all over etben. Because, see, I'm not a HUGE fan of genderfuck, and this is THREESOME genderfuck, but it is hot and perfect and absolutely right. She GETS these guys - gets each one of their voices and everything and it's just perfect and wonderful and fucked up and YAY. Don't let the "threesome genderfuck" thing scare you away. This is well worth it.
Ray gets the afternoon off, on account of how he's suddenly a woman, and so does Vecchio, on account of how his partner is suddenly a woman. Fraser's not technically employed at the 2-7, which means there's nobody to tell him what to do, but nobody complains when he gets in the car with Ray and Vecchio. They head back to the apartment, where Ray promptly storms off into the bathroom and slams the door behind him. Her. Whatever. He doesn't really have a plan, but he figures he can hide out until Fraser fixes it, or at least until Vecchio caves and brings him coffee.
The thing is, he forgot about mirrors, and how bathrooms have them. He thinks about it, but then decides not to look. He sits down on the toilet, stares at the towel bar, hates his life.
Two minutes later, he's standing up again, staring himself down above the sink, because his outsides may have changed, but his insides haven't, and he is not afraid of his fucking reflection.
So, okay. He is, for reasons that do not need to be explored at this or any other fucking juncture, a woman. With tits-nice tits, actually, which is just beyond weird. They're medium-sized, round and smooth and-and they're breasts, and he's still a guy inside, so of course he thinks that’s hot. He pokes one, experimentally, but has to look away when it bounces, because that's still too weird.
save your energy (you'll need it in your childbearing years
Title: When Night Falls on the City
Author: lordessrenegade
Pairing: F/K/V
Rating: PG-13
Length: short
Why I'm reccing this fic: Okay, I betaed this too, and GOD. I just. I am pretty much constantly in awe of lordessrenegade's ability to take something that SHOULD be cracked out and ridiculous, and turn it into something emotional and heartwrenching and perfect. Every word of this fic is what it should be and where it should be, and it's lovely.
Ray used to be a cop. He loved being a cop, and so did Vecchio. But Chicago doesn't need cops anymore. Chicago needs zombie hunters.
It turns out that's something the two of them are good at.
Fraser hates what they do. He still goes to his job at the Consulate every day, still answers the phones and stands guard at the door like it means something. Ray's not sure if it's denial or duty or something else altogether that makes him do it, but the officials in Ottawa haven't bothered stopping him yet, so he still goes.
Even in a dead city, the Mountie stands by his post.
It's poetic, in a way.
When Night Falls on the City
Title: 736 kilometers (457 miles)
Author: izzybeth
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: R
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I insta-recced this before. Izzy wrote this for the inuvikdotcom challenge, and it's just FABULOUS. Ray and Ray are on a road trip to see Fraser, and they figure out some things along the way. I love the structure of this and the absolutely FLAWLESS dialogue that makes me jealous, and it's just gorgeous. Izzy GETS these guys, and it comes out in every bit of her writing.
Kowalski kicks Vecchio under the table when he makes a crack about caribou burgers to the waitress. "Sorry. We're just dumb Americans."
"Oh, that's okay. Don't get too many tourists this time of year, it's nice to see people who aren't the regulars. What brings you up all this way anyhow?"
"Road-tripping. Gonna see a friend of ours in Inuvik."
"Oh yeah? That's the real end of the world up there. Dempster's a great way to go, too."
"We've liked it so far."
The waitress-- Dana-- gets a huge grin on her face, the kind you see on people who are inordinately proud of their home and would share it with the world if they could. Kowalski recognizes the grin from Fraser, stranded with him in the ass-end of a snow field. Vecchio recognizes it from Kowalski, speeding down Lake Shore Drive at one in the morning with the GTO's windows wide open.
736 kilometers (457 miles)
Author: etben
Pairing: F/K/V
Rating: NC-17
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: When I betaed this, I pretty much just flailed all over etben. Because, see, I'm not a HUGE fan of genderfuck, and this is THREESOME genderfuck, but it is hot and perfect and absolutely right. She GETS these guys - gets each one of their voices and everything and it's just perfect and wonderful and fucked up and YAY. Don't let the "threesome genderfuck" thing scare you away. This is well worth it.
Ray gets the afternoon off, on account of how he's suddenly a woman, and so does Vecchio, on account of how his partner is suddenly a woman. Fraser's not technically employed at the 2-7, which means there's nobody to tell him what to do, but nobody complains when he gets in the car with Ray and Vecchio. They head back to the apartment, where Ray promptly storms off into the bathroom and slams the door behind him. Her. Whatever. He doesn't really have a plan, but he figures he can hide out until Fraser fixes it, or at least until Vecchio caves and brings him coffee.
The thing is, he forgot about mirrors, and how bathrooms have them. He thinks about it, but then decides not to look. He sits down on the toilet, stares at the towel bar, hates his life.
Two minutes later, he's standing up again, staring himself down above the sink, because his outsides may have changed, but his insides haven't, and he is not afraid of his fucking reflection.
So, okay. He is, for reasons that do not need to be explored at this or any other fucking juncture, a woman. With tits-nice tits, actually, which is just beyond weird. They're medium-sized, round and smooth and-and they're breasts, and he's still a guy inside, so of course he thinks that’s hot. He pokes one, experimentally, but has to look away when it bounces, because that's still too weird.
save your energy (you'll need it in your childbearing years
Title: When Night Falls on the City
Author: lordessrenegade
Pairing: F/K/V
Rating: PG-13
Length: short
Why I'm reccing this fic: Okay, I betaed this too, and GOD. I just. I am pretty much constantly in awe of lordessrenegade's ability to take something that SHOULD be cracked out and ridiculous, and turn it into something emotional and heartwrenching and perfect. Every word of this fic is what it should be and where it should be, and it's lovely.
Ray used to be a cop. He loved being a cop, and so did Vecchio. But Chicago doesn't need cops anymore. Chicago needs zombie hunters.
It turns out that's something the two of them are good at.
Fraser hates what they do. He still goes to his job at the Consulate every day, still answers the phones and stands guard at the door like it means something. Ray's not sure if it's denial or duty or something else altogether that makes him do it, but the officials in Ottawa haven't bothered stopping him yet, so he still goes.
Even in a dead city, the Mountie stands by his post.
It's poetic, in a way.
When Night Falls on the City
Title: 736 kilometers (457 miles)
Author: izzybeth
Pairing: Ray/Ray
Rating: R
Length: medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: I insta-recced this before. Izzy wrote this for the inuvikdotcom challenge, and it's just FABULOUS. Ray and Ray are on a road trip to see Fraser, and they figure out some things along the way. I love the structure of this and the absolutely FLAWLESS dialogue that makes me jealous, and it's just gorgeous. Izzy GETS these guys, and it comes out in every bit of her writing.
Kowalski kicks Vecchio under the table when he makes a crack about caribou burgers to the waitress. "Sorry. We're just dumb Americans."
"Oh, that's okay. Don't get too many tourists this time of year, it's nice to see people who aren't the regulars. What brings you up all this way anyhow?"
"Road-tripping. Gonna see a friend of ours in Inuvik."
"Oh yeah? That's the real end of the world up there. Dempster's a great way to go, too."
"We've liked it so far."
The waitress-- Dana-- gets a huge grin on her face, the kind you see on people who are inordinately proud of their home and would share it with the world if they could. Kowalski recognizes the grin from Fraser, stranded with him in the ass-end of a snow field. Vecchio recognizes it from Kowalski, speeding down Lake Shore Drive at one in the morning with the GTO's windows wide open.
736 kilometers (457 miles)