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gorgeousnerd: Well, I Changed For Good
REC: Frank is a werewolf that changes when it gets cold. Gerard should be one too but isn't. When they meet again ten years later things go both very wrong and very right. This is a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, with a perfect ending. The characterisations are awesome. Both those of Frank and Gerard as well as those of Ray and Dewees. I particularly found the interaction between Gerard and Ray, and between Frank and Dewees a joy to read. Best friends forever! I also really liked the little canon details included in the story and the way the band's early story was used. I have a feeling this story will be added to my regular re-read list, just like her two earlier werewolf stories have been. (2013-07-14) This is such a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, and the ending is absolutely perfect. The characterisations of both Frank and Gerard are excellent and the ups and downs of their relationship makes for fascinating reading. I'm also madly in love with the way the friendship between Gerard and Ray and between Frank and Dewees is written. It's definitely one of the high points of the story for me. Something else I really liked was the way small canon details were incorporated into the story and how it used the band's early history. Despite only being a year old I've already re-read it a couple of times and it looks to become a regular among my go-to stories when I'm in need of an engrossing and gripping read. (2014-07-16)
QUOTE: "If you don't like the pizza, I have nachos," Dewees said mildly. Frank chewed angrily in his direction.
The doorbell rang, and Frank froze. Literally. But it was fucking Los Angeles, it *couldn't* get drafty. And even if it could, Frank was in three layers of sweaters in a well-heated house. The goosebumps on his arm were just hangover sensitivity.
"'S open!" Dewees yelled before licking his fingers clean of nacho cheese.
The door slid open, carrying a breeze with it that was... well, it wasn't cold, it never could be this far south, but there was definitely the reminder of cold in the air. It was the kind of chill that always came in the fall, the point that had told Frank for years that it was time to give up on his shit for a few months and run around on all fours.
But it was October, so it was probably just LA's pretensions at being autumn for five seconds. Fucking poser city.
"Hey!" a voice said from behind Frank. Feet were stomping on the floor louder than they should have, but that didn't mean anything. Just dudes making noise. "You already ate half a pizza?"
"That was my bribe to keep Frankie from running off." Dewees was staring at his beer bottle like it would give him the secrets of the universe. "Ray, Frank. Where did Gerard go?"
"Bathroom." A guy with a friendly grin and really intense hair plopped down on the other end of the sofa from Frank, waving a light-up toy sword around. "Hey. I install stereos for Dewees."
Dewees nodded sagely. "I wouldn't have half my business if this guy wasn't around."
The dude - Ray - scrubbed his fingers through his curls. He looked kind of shy, but pleased. Frank gave him a nod as a hello.
"Nice to meet you," Ray said. "Dewees has been talking for weeks about how spectacularly your car died."
"It wasn't spectacular." Frank resisted the urge to scowl. Barely. "It wasn't anything."
Dewees was usually a genius with cars, but even he hadn't been able to exorcise whatever demons or gremlins had fucked with that shit. He'd told Frank it was probably because he'd lost his brains doing stereos for so long and passed it to a friend who knew more about insides, but that hadn't done any good either.
"So where are you from?" Ray asked as he dug into the pepperoni.
Ray looked practically like he could lift off with the smile that spread on his face. "Get out! Me too. And Gerard... Gerard! Frank's from back home."
"For real?"
Frank froze, arm outstretched to grab another slice of pizza. It couldn't be.
The guy who rounded the couch didn't look like the guy from Frank's memory. But then, it had been... fuck, nearly a decade? Frank looked older. This guy didn't, not much. He looked a little leaner, a little more washed, and his hair was definitely not that fire-engine red before.
But his eyes met Frank's, and -
"I'm going to take a piss," Frank blurted, getting to his feet.
Everyone was probably staring at him, but he couldn't turn away from the guy's focus. Gerard. Ray had called him Gerard. How had Frank never known his name? (33,210 words)
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author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:angst  fic:source:book  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:rescue  activity:vehicle.breakdown  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:sobriety  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  condition:injury  things:memories  things:dreams  occupation:writer  occupation:mechanic  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2013 by turlough
lucifuge5: Your Shadow Keeps Me Bright
REC: The one where Gerard is a writer and never meant to fall for his mechanic. This is such a sweet story. I love this Gerard, he's so adorably rambly and absurd and his crush on Ray so cute. I also love his and Mikey's relationship and the daemons are such a neat addition. Wonderfully warm and happymaking story. (2013-01-06)
QUOTE: "I don't care if it's Freddy Krueger if it means we get someplace warm," Gerard replied, ignoring Ursula's huff. He exhaled with relief when the truck slowed down and backed up before placing his cellphone against his ear."Yeah, it's them. I'll call you as soon as we get to the garage, OK?"
"All right, Gee. I'm waiting for Alicia so we can give you a lift back to your place, deal?"
"Cool. I'll call you and give you directions when we get to the garage." Gerard ended the call and put his phone on the hood of his car, shivering a little at the cool temps. "Come on," he told Ursula, picking her up tenderly and placing her inside his leather jacket, waiting for her head to pop out before zipping up.
"I'm OK, Gee," Ursula said after sniffing the air.
"Wouldn't want to leave you behind, Urs. That's all," Gerard commented. He slid his phone in one of his front pockets, and then shouldered his messenger bag.
The driver turned off the engine and stepped down. He was a tall guy, his light winter coat and jeans making him look like he was a college student. The heavy steps of his booted feet echoed on the deserted road. His long, curly hair was impressive.
("You also thought he was good-looking," Ursula said from somewhere underneath a big pile of laundry.
"I'm not blind," Gerard replied evenly while deleting a really wordy paragraph from his latest draft. "You find me anyone who wouldn't feel weak-kneed after meeting Ray the first time and then we'll talk.")
Backlit by the full moon, the driver waved like he and Gerard were old friends, radiating a kind of friendliness that Gerard clung to.
A small monkey sat on the driver's right shoulder. The broadness of the guy and the diminutive profile of the monkey should've been a kind of visual pun. A guy like this dude would usually have some kind of powerful-looking entity: a pit bull, a tiger or any animal that would broadcast to everyone that this wasn't a guy you'd want to mess with.
Gerard couldn't help wondering why the contrast seemed so appropriate this time around. He bit his lower lip, hoping that he didn't look as helpless as he felt.
"You called for a truck?" the guy asked when he was a few feet away. The monkey's tail swung to and fro, impatient. (7,110 words)
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author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fandom:His.Dark.Materials  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:fusion  activity:vehicle.breakdown  activity:performing  beings:daemons  concept:band.with.a.twist  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:writer  occupation:mechanic  occupation:musician  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  setting:bar/club  setting:garage  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.Bandom.Stuffs.It  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-01 
january 2013 by turlough
mrsronweasley: Breakdown on the L.I.E.
REC: The time when Pencey's van broke down in Long Island. This was lots of fun and very hot. I really liked this Frank, silly and enthusiastic and crude and fearless and very young, and how his relationship with the rest of Pencey and how he felt towards them, this mix of affection and impatience, was written. (2010-01-24)
QUOTE: Shaun was still out like a light across from them, and Gerard's neck smelled good. Not like sunshine and daisies, but warm and human, a kind of unshowered, soft smell. Frank smiled into it as he twirled the roach between two fingers, burying his nose deeper into Gerard's neck and inhaling the scent of his skin.
Gerard stilled behind him. "Frankie?" Frank obviously knew how close they were, but Gerard's voice still surprised him when it went right through Frank's whole body. Gerard had sounded kind of unsure, and Frank was about to tell him that all it was, was that Gerard smelled kind of nice underneath all the weed, but then he felt it - hardness against his ass, where there hadn't been anything but Gerard's hips before.
*Oh*. Frank closed his eyes and focused, feeling around with his skin-brain just to see if it really was what he thought it was, and - yeah, that was definitely Gerard's dick, hard right up against Frank's ass.
No *fucking* way, he thought, giddy. His mind shifted, tilted a bit, and then it was like - there was a new Gerard behind him. Different. A clearer Gerard, maybe, a Gerard who got hard when he was high, or when someone breathed on his neck, or maybe a combination of both, Frank didn't know. But it was - cool. Not exactly in Frank's plans or anything, but then his stomach got fluttery and - yeah, *anticipatory*. He started buzzing with it.
"Gee?" he whispered, and the word got caught in his throat. Gerard hummed in reply, just a quick low sound, like acknowledgement, floating heavy between them. Frank felt his heart speed up. The butterflies in his stomach increased tenfold and he prodded his mind for what could happen next. Maybe he could *make* something happen.
He inched his ass just a bit further back, and even through the many layers of fabric, he could feel the heat coming off Gerard like he was a furnace. Fuck *yeah*, he thought. He fucking *wanted* this. (6,530 words)
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author:mrsronweasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:drug.use  activity:performing  activity:vehicle.breakdown  relationship:friendship  smut:frottage  time:pre-band  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Pencey.Prep  pov:Frank  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.5k-10k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough
cool_rain_kiss: Ice, Ice, Baby
REC: The van is stuck in the snow, cuddling for warmth ensues. A very cute little story. (2010-01-03)
QUOTE: "I mean, seriously, this is some fucking Survivor shit, not a beach or something," Gerard said. Frank could hear Gerard's teeth chattering as he talked, little clack clack clacks in between the words that made him sound drunk when he wasn't, and he pressed a little closer. It would be his turn to wade out in the snow and march down the road to try to get a signal or another driver to pull over soon, so he was trying to soak up as much of Gerard's furnace-like warmth as he could. When Gerard turned to look at him, his lips brushed Frank's cheek, dry and a little cracked on his skin. "I guess there would be more bears, though. If we were really fighting to survive." (1,630 words)
author:cool_rain_kiss  fandom:Bandom  things:snow  activity:vehicle.breakdown  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2009.New.Year's.Swap  posted:2009-12  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  activity:cuddling  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
january 2010 by turlough

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