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Time Travel 'verse by ladyfoxxx (Explicit/NC-17)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Ray, Gerard/Gerard, Frank/Frank, Frank/Frank/Gerard
Length: 4 stories with a total of 79,690 words
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ladyfoxxx
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ladyfoxxx
Why this must be read: This is a totally fabulous story that started as a short doppelganger PWP and grew into a fascinating time travel adventure involving both the current band and their future Killjoys selves from a post-apocalyptic California that may or may not be on an alternative timeline.
The first story tells about the suprise visit a young pre-band Gerard gets from a redhaired future version of himself. In the second story Frank in 2005 gets seduced by his future self and manages to be the one dragged back to the future into a world where he does not belong. It's such a brilliant premise to bring someone from the past into the Killjoys future. It really brings home the enormity and tragedy of what has happened to the world. The third story tells us Ray and Mikey's story and shows us what happened that fateful day the world changed and how the Fabulous Killjoys came into being. In the fourth it's been five years since Frank returned from the future and he's been doing his best to make sure the terrible future he saw doesn't happen.
It's a wonderful, thoughtprovoking series with excellent characterisations. The interactions between all the guys and the growth and change of the various relationships are incredibly well written, and the sex is scorchingly hot throughout. Definitely a must-read.
Excerpt from the story:
Frank's completely confused now, but Gerard is moving faster than Frank's seen him go in his life, so he doesn't question it. He just shoves his legs into the cargos and pulls on the fucking ugly t-shirt. He can hear Gerard next door, doing something that seems to require a fair amount of banging and sliding metal.
The blaring strains of what Frank's pretty certain is "Candyman" shut off abruptly and then the strange, older, red-haired version of Frank's lead singer is back in the room. He's got a gun holster strapped to his thigh now, which holds a gun that looks like the one the other Frank had except it's bright yellow instead of bright green. Frank can't help staring at it. Fuck, everyone's packing these days?
"We gotta run," Gerard says breathlessly picking up a tangle of brown leather from the floor and strapping it around Frank's chest with efficient hands. It's a shoulder holster. He shoves the bright green gun into it and hands Frank the boots he didn’t get a chance to put on. "Now." His voice is breathless and completely serious. He grabs Frank's wrist and rushes for the door.
Frank's momentarily blinded by the sun when they make it outside. It's so fucking bright. When he can finally focus, all he sees is sand - sand for miles, hot under his bare feet - with sparse vegetation and not much else. He snatches a backwards glance, barely getting an eyeful of the old gas station they've just run out of - broken windows and empty shelves, derelict rusted-out pumps - before they turn a corner and there's a Trans Am parked in front of them, a bright streak of colour in the faded, dusty surroundings.
Gerard drops Frank's wrist, running for the driver's door, shouting, "Get in!"
Frank scrambles for the passenger door as Gerard starts the engine and guns it. Frank's ass hits the too-hot leather and the car's in motion before he's even gotten the door closed all the way.
They're speeding toward the horizon over sand and dust, going faster than Frank can calculate without any road markings to guide him. [...]
"Gee." Frank's voice raises high with panic, because coming up behind them are two motorcycles, glaring white in the bright sunlight, the riders dressed in white from head to toe and wearing masks.
"I see them," Gerard says, his voice eerily calm over the growling engine, which revs louder as he shifts up a gear. "Switch places with me."
"What?" Frank startles, staring at Gerard.
"Take the wheel," Gerard says, his voice a demand as he scoots forwards in the seat. "I need you to drive. Now, Frank." [...] Then, like some kind of fucking action film, Gerard slides across the seat, sticking his torso through the passenger window and firing, both guns blazing, toward the motorcyclists behind them.
Frank glances into the rear-view mirror in time to see one of the bikes weave, a spot of red appearing in the bright white of his clothes. Almost like it's in slow motion, he watches the bike pitch sideways and slide across the sand, the rider spilling off and hitting the ground hard. Harder than anyone could survive. Holy fuck.
Time Travel 'verse: Reaching Through The Mirror & James Cameron Got It Wrong & Tell Me Something True & Timestamp (masterlist on AO3 or masterlist on LJ)
This was my last rec for this time. I hope you've managed to find something worth reading among the things I've recced.
PS The van is in urgent need of more more bandom reccers. It's neither particularly difficult nor burdensome: you have a whole month and you have to do at least four but no more than twelve recs and there's even a template to use. All recs are tagged so you can easily check what's been recced recently for bandom. So sign up! It's fun! You get to tell everyone exactly why they should read your favourite story.
Pairing: Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Ray, Gerard/Gerard, Frank/Frank, Frank/Frank/Gerard
Length: 4 stories with a total of 79,690 words
Author on LJ:
ladyfoxxxAuthor on AO3:
Why this must be read: This is a totally fabulous story that started as a short doppelganger PWP and grew into a fascinating time travel adventure involving both the current band and their future Killjoys selves from a post-apocalyptic California that may or may not be on an alternative timeline.
The first story tells about the suprise visit a young pre-band Gerard gets from a redhaired future version of himself. In the second story Frank in 2005 gets seduced by his future self and manages to be the one dragged back to the future into a world where he does not belong. It's such a brilliant premise to bring someone from the past into the Killjoys future. It really brings home the enormity and tragedy of what has happened to the world. The third story tells us Ray and Mikey's story and shows us what happened that fateful day the world changed and how the Fabulous Killjoys came into being. In the fourth it's been five years since Frank returned from the future and he's been doing his best to make sure the terrible future he saw doesn't happen.
It's a wonderful, thoughtprovoking series with excellent characterisations. The interactions between all the guys and the growth and change of the various relationships are incredibly well written, and the sex is scorchingly hot throughout. Definitely a must-read.
Excerpt from the story:
Frank's completely confused now, but Gerard is moving faster than Frank's seen him go in his life, so he doesn't question it. He just shoves his legs into the cargos and pulls on the fucking ugly t-shirt. He can hear Gerard next door, doing something that seems to require a fair amount of banging and sliding metal.
The blaring strains of what Frank's pretty certain is "Candyman" shut off abruptly and then the strange, older, red-haired version of Frank's lead singer is back in the room. He's got a gun holster strapped to his thigh now, which holds a gun that looks like the one the other Frank had except it's bright yellow instead of bright green. Frank can't help staring at it. Fuck, everyone's packing these days?
"We gotta run," Gerard says breathlessly picking up a tangle of brown leather from the floor and strapping it around Frank's chest with efficient hands. It's a shoulder holster. He shoves the bright green gun into it and hands Frank the boots he didn’t get a chance to put on. "Now." His voice is breathless and completely serious. He grabs Frank's wrist and rushes for the door.
Frank's momentarily blinded by the sun when they make it outside. It's so fucking bright. When he can finally focus, all he sees is sand - sand for miles, hot under his bare feet - with sparse vegetation and not much else. He snatches a backwards glance, barely getting an eyeful of the old gas station they've just run out of - broken windows and empty shelves, derelict rusted-out pumps - before they turn a corner and there's a Trans Am parked in front of them, a bright streak of colour in the faded, dusty surroundings.
Gerard drops Frank's wrist, running for the driver's door, shouting, "Get in!"
Frank scrambles for the passenger door as Gerard starts the engine and guns it. Frank's ass hits the too-hot leather and the car's in motion before he's even gotten the door closed all the way.
They're speeding toward the horizon over sand and dust, going faster than Frank can calculate without any road markings to guide him. [...]
"Gee." Frank's voice raises high with panic, because coming up behind them are two motorcycles, glaring white in the bright sunlight, the riders dressed in white from head to toe and wearing masks.
"I see them," Gerard says, his voice eerily calm over the growling engine, which revs louder as he shifts up a gear. "Switch places with me."
"What?" Frank startles, staring at Gerard.
"Take the wheel," Gerard says, his voice a demand as he scoots forwards in the seat. "I need you to drive. Now, Frank." [...] Then, like some kind of fucking action film, Gerard slides across the seat, sticking his torso through the passenger window and firing, both guns blazing, toward the motorcyclists behind them.
Frank glances into the rear-view mirror in time to see one of the bikes weave, a spot of red appearing in the bright white of his clothes. Almost like it's in slow motion, he watches the bike pitch sideways and slide across the sand, the rider spilling off and hitting the ground hard. Harder than anyone could survive. Holy fuck.
Time Travel 'verse: Reaching Through The Mirror & James Cameron Got It Wrong & Tell Me Something True & Timestamp (masterlist on AO3 or masterlist on LJ)
This was my last rec for this time. I hope you've managed to find something worth reading among the things I've recced.
PS The van is in urgent need of more more bandom reccers. It's neither particularly difficult nor burdensome: you have a whole month and you have to do at least four but no more than twelve recs and there's even a template to use. All recs are tagged so you can easily check what's been recced recently for bandom. So sign up! It's fun! You get to tell everyone exactly why they should read your favourite story.