Fun and Games, Thursdays, and Untitled F/K Genderfuck
Title: Fun and Games
Author: madsciencechick
Pairing: Frannie/various
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1400 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
In a word, FRANNIE!! This is my darling Frannie as the writers of Due South would never let her be. Luckily, we have fic to fix that! And this series of 7 double drabbles is just AWESOME. Frannie grows and matures and explores and just has fun and by the end, I defy you to not be just a little bit in love with her.
Mama is there. She picks Frannie up; wipes Frannie's cheeks with corner of her skirt, pushes Frannie's hair off her face. "Are you hurt?" she asks. Mama will whisper until Papa is gone.
Frannie sniffles, swallows, shakes her head. "I didn't mean to," she whispers. "I didn't mean to be loud. I won't, I promise, never again. I didn't mean to."
Fun and Games
Title: Thursdays
Author: spuffyduds
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5,100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
*sighs happy sigh* These are my Rays, just how I like them - a little bit broken, a lot bit snarky, and just full of love for each other. spuffyduds warns for dub con, which is normally my one big turn off in a fic, but she just made it work in the context of the story. A little bit edgy, and a little bit tarnished, but just so meant for each other!
Once they’re in the room Ray kicks off his shoes, takes off his belt, because why wait around? And then notices that he’s reaching up to take off the shoulder holster that he isn’t wearing. He glances over quick to see if the guy’s looking, which he is, but he’s also reaching for his own hip, for a holster that isn’t there either.
Ray cracks up. “Cop?” he says.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah. Man, we’d suck at undercover, wouldn’t we?”
Thursdays
Title: Untitled F/K Genderfuck
Author: llassah
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2174 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
Because even over and above my kink for genderfuck, this is SO much more than a PWP. This is a fascinating assessment of the difficulties that an unexpected sex switch would entail. This is Ray Kowalski, freaked as fuck out about being a female, and yet resigned to it enough to think of himself as a female. This story is just ... I've never read anything quite like it before! (Actually, this entire 'verse is just astounding, and this is just the middle! If you want to read the rest, the first story, which is Kowalski/Starbuck, is here and the last story, which is Kowalski/Vecchio, is here.)
Weird thing is, it isn’t the paralysing shock thing she expected it to be, Fraser being in the same city. It feels inevitable, even if she’s been acting like they’re not a couple any more, like the adventure never happened, even if it’s a whole tangled ache inside of her and she knows she’ll want to run when she sees him, and keep running, it’s like ... it’s happened. Done now, the letter’s been sent, the stable door’s been opened, and camels are running all over the fucking place. She doesn’t plan, she expects, and waits. Possibly for a letter from animal control about the camels.
Untitled F/K Genderfuck
Author: madsciencechick
Pairing: Frannie/various
Rating: NC-17
Length: 1400 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
In a word, FRANNIE!! This is my darling Frannie as the writers of Due South would never let her be. Luckily, we have fic to fix that! And this series of 7 double drabbles is just AWESOME. Frannie grows and matures and explores and just has fun and by the end, I defy you to not be just a little bit in love with her.
Mama is there. She picks Frannie up; wipes Frannie's cheeks with corner of her skirt, pushes Frannie's hair off her face. "Are you hurt?" she asks. Mama will whisper until Papa is gone.
Frannie sniffles, swallows, shakes her head. "I didn't mean to," she whispers. "I didn't mean to be loud. I won't, I promise, never again. I didn't mean to."
Fun and Games
Title: Thursdays
Author: spuffyduds
Pairing: Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length: 5,100 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
*sighs happy sigh* These are my Rays, just how I like them - a little bit broken, a lot bit snarky, and just full of love for each other. spuffyduds warns for dub con, which is normally my one big turn off in a fic, but she just made it work in the context of the story. A little bit edgy, and a little bit tarnished, but just so meant for each other!
Once they’re in the room Ray kicks off his shoes, takes off his belt, because why wait around? And then notices that he’s reaching up to take off the shoulder holster that he isn’t wearing. He glances over quick to see if the guy’s looking, which he is, but he’s also reaching for his own hip, for a holster that isn’t there either.
Ray cracks up. “Cop?” he says.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah. Man, we’d suck at undercover, wouldn’t we?”
Thursdays
Title: Untitled F/K Genderfuck
Author: llassah
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2174 words
Why I'm reccing this fic:
Because even over and above my kink for genderfuck, this is SO much more than a PWP. This is a fascinating assessment of the difficulties that an unexpected sex switch would entail. This is Ray Kowalski, freaked as fuck out about being a female, and yet resigned to it enough to think of himself as a female. This story is just ... I've never read anything quite like it before! (Actually, this entire 'verse is just astounding, and this is just the middle! If you want to read the rest, the first story, which is Kowalski/Starbuck, is here and the last story, which is Kowalski/Vecchio, is here.)
Weird thing is, it isn’t the paralysing shock thing she expected it to be, Fraser being in the same city. It feels inevitable, even if she’s been acting like they’re not a couple any more, like the adventure never happened, even if it’s a whole tangled ache inside of her and she knows she’ll want to run when she sees him, and keep running, it’s like ... it’s happened. Done now, the letter’s been sent, the stable door’s been opened, and camels are running all over the fucking place. She doesn’t plan, she expects, and waits. Possibly for a letter from animal control about the camels.
Untitled F/K Genderfuck