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greensap: The Great Adventure
REC: This is such a great work. I love the bright colours and the way the different story elements flow into each other. (2017-02-26)
INFO: Coloured art of The Hobbit.
artist:greensap  art:technique:gouache  art:content:montage  beings:animals.horses  beings:animals.wolves  beings:dragons  beings:Gandalf  beings:dwarves  beings:hobbits  geography:myth:Middle-Earth  !meta:rec:art  posted:2010-12  recced:2017-02 
february 2017 by turlough
breath-art: Bard with black arrow
REC: Another fantastic work from this artist. Highly stylised but still full of life and movement and the colours are just gorgeous. (2017-02-23)
INFO: Coloured art of Smaug and Bard at Laketown.
artist:breath-art  fandom:Tolkien  beings:dragons  geography:myth:Middle-Earth:Lake-town  !meta:rec:art  posted:2013-10  recced:2017-02 
february 2017 by turlough
Miruna-Lavinia: Smaug over Esgaroth
REC: love the colours in this work. This artist really uses watercolours to their fullest advantage. (2017-01-28)
INFO: Coloured art of Smaug spewing flame over Lake-town.
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artist:miruna-lavinia  fandom:Tolkien  art:technique:watercolours  beings:dragons  geography:myth:Middle-Earth:Lake-town  !meta:rec:art  posted:2016-04  recced:2017-01 
january 2017 by turlough
akamine_chan: Finds You in the End
REC: A one-night stand that developes into something more. With a twist. A very sweet story that gives us a glimpse from a fascinating universe. (2016-09-04)
QUOTE: It had been an impulsive decision, to visit the House of Secrets. Franc's life was too dangerous, too transient, for him to form bonds, and sometimes he just needed to be touched. A craving that he couldn't satisfy with drink, or powder, or the twist of his own slicked hand.
A quick trip to the House, a donation to the Mistress, and a night lost in carnal indulgence. Simple. Quick. Easy.
Franc should have known better; his Luck was never that good.
He couldn't stop thinking about the man, the way he moved, rocking slowly into Franc, making him feel the stretch and pull. The sounds he made when Franc sucked a bruise onto his thigh, the way his fingernails dug into Franc's shoulders to pull him close, *closer*, how he watched Franc's face as he drowned under the sensations trembling through him.
When he closed his eyes, Franc couldn't see anything but the man, laid out under him, strung out by Franc's touch, his face *open*, unashamed and honest. (1,500 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  occupation:bounty.hunter  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2016.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-08  recced:2016-09 
september 2016 by turlough
ralphdamiani: Glaurung
REC: I love the use of light and shadow in this work. And the composition with its off-centre focus adds to the dramatic feel. (2016-07-20)
INFO: Glaurung and other of Morgoth's creatures attacking a fortress.
artist:ralphdamiani  fandom:Tolkien  beings:dragons  geography:myth:Middle-Earth:Beleriand  !meta:rec:art  posted:2016-02  recced:2016-07 
september 2016 by turlough
breath-art: Gondolin
REC: s I said the last time I recced something by this artist, I'm completely in love with the Art Deco-like quality of their work. The gorgeous colouring and strong but detailed linework makes me think of stained glass-windows. And I love the way the works always reward a closer look - revealing details from the legendarium you thought you'd forgotten. (2016-07-11)
INFO: Coloured art of the story of Gondolin in three parts.
artist:breath-art  fandom:Tolkien  art:content:montage  beings:elves  beings:dragons  geography:myth:Middle-Earth:Gondolin  !meta:rec:art  posted:2014-05  recced:2016-07 
september 2016 by turlough
DavidHoffrichter: The Change of Eustace
REC: This is such lovely depiction of the budding friendship between Reepicheep and Eustace the dragon. There's a softness and tranquility to it, the soft colours, Eustace's tired expression, how close Reepicheep is sitting, that's just how I've always imagined it. (2015-08-05)
INFO: Coloured art of Reepicheep and Eustace as a dragon.
artist:davidhoffrichter  fandom:Narnia  art:technique:watercolours  beings:dragons  activity:transformation.animate  !meta:rec:art  posted:2005-01  recced:2015-08  geography:myth:Narnia  beings:animals.mice 
october 2015 by turlough
turps: Burn Ever Bright
REC: When Gerard isn't selected by a dragon he thinks his life is over. But he is wrong, it has only just started. This is an absolutely lovely story. It's sad and aweinspiring, funny and bittersweet. And as usual I love the way Terri writes the Way brothers - their close mental bond and how deeply they love each other. The way she writes this world is also wonderful. It feels very tangible, very real. Gerard's first view of the valley and the dragons will stay with me for a long time. (2015-05-31)
QUOTE: If stepping into the shadow is creepy, the sidestep into the rock is even more so. In a blink nearly all light is gone, and Gerard is all too aware of the rock that surrounds him so completely. The only sound is his own breathing, and Gerard takes careful sidesteps, the tunnel sides narrowing and scraping against his stomach and back on occasions.
Clutching his bag at his side, Gerard takes slow deliberate breaths, reminding himself Frank said it's not actually far, no matter how it seems like Gerard's been inside of this rock forever.
"You're only a few steps away now." Ray's voice is welcome, and Gerard narrows his eyes when he sees light spilling into the tunnel. "Around a corner and you're here."
Gerard quickens his side steps, eager for fresh air as he steps into bright sunshine, and onto a ledge where he can look down into a long and bowled valley - one that's filled with dragons, some awake, some slumbering, and some commanding the air, swooping and roaring, leaving flaring flames and smoke trails behind them.
At first, Gerard thinks that he's dreaming, or hallucinating, because nothing he's experienced in life has prepared him for this. Unlike the neat dragon pens back in the corps, these dragons are spread out and roam free, dozens of them, so many that Gerard doesn't know where to look first.
Some lumber across the valley floor, huge and yet dainty in the way they look around, their brilliant, shimmering scales catching the light. While others seem to be napping, curled up and looking like vast living hills, their wings tucked in and tails stretched out over the rock.
It's the most magnificent thing Gerard's ever seen, like a colourful, amazing fantasy land made real.
"This is another mirage, right?" Gerard says, because no way is this real. It can't be, it's not possible that something so amazing has been tucked away out of sight at the top of this mountain. "Those are dragons. *Big* dragons. Wild dragons."
"They're real, and they've been here for a long while now," Ray says, his hair blowing against his face when one of the bigger dragons stretches its body and flaps red-tipped green wings. (20,000 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:source:fanart  activity:flying  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:war  concept:esp:empathy  concept:esp:telepathy  condition:injury  concept:magic  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:poly  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:groupsex  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
june 2015 by turlough
Tigress33: Older Than Water (Stubborn As Stone)
REC: When Gerard was young he thought there were two types of people, Chosen and Not Chosen. Now he knows there are the lucky and those like him, the unlucky. A cool story with a nice Gerard characterisation. I hope there will be more some day. I really want to know how Gerard and his dragon's relationship develops and see more of this fascinating world. (2015-05-31)
QUOTE: Gerard, pinned, clenched his eyes and breathed out when the dragon closed its fangs around his neck, counting down. He felt the fangs break skin and prepared himself. He knew he couldn't get out of this. Grant had wasted so much on him. Even Wentz and Stump, who had put their faith in him to complete some mission. His partner, still out there and waiting for him, still hurting and as angry as him at the world for failing them.
The dragon clenched its jaw, but nothing happened after skin was broken. He could feel the dragon trembling, feel the rage boiling under skin and scale, but he wasn't dead. It pulled back from him like he had burnt it, and screamed again, sounding even angrier than before. It bit him on the shoulder this time, but after skin was broken it went no deeper. Gerard could *feel* the desperation in it, feel how much it wanted to hurt him but, at the same time, couldn't. Could feel how, like him, it was throwing away the sword after each threat of violence.
On the fourth bite, Gerard felt tears. He knew dragons could cry, though it was through a different physiological system than humans, but he hadn't quite believed it until then, when, through the growling and biting, tears dripped onto him.
Gerard felt his eyes well and, without reason, he began to sob. The dragon reared back and he reached out, caught her face in his and pressed their foreheads together. There was a light, so bright it blinded, but it was gone almost before it had begun as the dragon broke the connection. She slammed her clawed foot into his chest, breaking through shirt and skin again, and snarled at him.
"How could you leave me!?" She shouted, her wings spreading wide, to intimidate, "*How could you leave me!?*"
"I didn't!" Gerard said desperately, "I could never -"
"Now!" A new voice unnoticed and loud, yelled. There was a thin sound and she went down on top of him, tears still streaming from her hazing eyes. Gerard gasped, felt his vision darken and his lungs collapse on him like she had. He was out before the people from before were on them. Somehow, even unconscious, Gerard had to be peeled away from his grip on her. (25,180 words)
author:tigress33  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:source:fanart  activity:stealing  beings:dragons  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:magic  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  condition:illness  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:friendship  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-05  recced:2015-05 
june 2015 by turlough
snarkydame: Dreams Like Deadly
REC: The one where Mikey wakes up in a dream and there are dragons. A beautiful story with lovely writing and a wonderfully strange and dreamy atmosphere. I particularly loved how the dragons were written. So vivid you could practically see them. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: "The roof should be just a few more flights up," he said. "We can get the lay of the land from there."
They went on. Mikey's legs were burning. The amber emergency lights shone steadily, unflinchingly. They glowed off the sweat on the back of Ray's neck, and glinted in his hair.
The door to the roof opened effortlessly. Mikey had to catch at it, panicked, as it swung shut again. He didn't want to be locked on the roof.
Ray handed him a chunk of concrete cinder to stop the door, and the two of them reveled for a moment in the cool air outside the stairwell.
In fact, Mikey thought after a very short while, it was cold.
The oppressive heat rising from the basement had given way to a brisk wind, which smelled of ice, and snow, and winter.
Mikey shivered, and Ray drew closer, leaning against his arm. He was thankful for the warmth.
The sky was pale, a distant, washed out grey. He couldn't see the sun behind the clouds, and there were no shadows.
The building they were on was higher than those around them. Mikey looked over the waist high ledge. The city was still. No taxis, no pedestrians. No murmur of voices or machinery. Not even pigeons, fluttering under ledges.
And then, wings.
They unfolded slowly, almost ponderously, and Mikey felt Ray's hand clench around his wrist. Just below them, across the street on the roof of what looked like a office building, the great white dragon yawned.
It was bigger than the one in the basement, Mikey thought. Its scales were ghostly, its wings transparent as sheets of ice. Its teeth were... Mikey gulped. Its teeth were longer than he was tall.
And there was a brilliantly blue scale, dead center in its massive chest. (2,240 words)
author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  things:dreams  beings:dragons  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
teigh_corvus: The Eighth Rest
REC: On the necessity of mid-tour road trips when the majority of the band isn't human. A wonderful little story right on the boundary between magical realism and urban fantasy. It's so nice to get something from this writer again. The settings and atmosphere is so wonderfully vivid and Bob's voice is so clear and distinct. I love the way small details bring the otherwordliness of the guys alive and the interaction between all of them is spot-on. (2015-01-25)
QUOTE: Drone-song of grasshoppers, the voice of heat and summer, fills the car. Bob's not sure where they are at the moment, aside from on a back road, in the middle of the country. The directions to the private preserve are clear and Ray's navigating, so he isn't too worried. Even if Frank's driving. The plan is to vanish into the countryside for an afternoon, maybe sleep out under the stars if the weather holds. They all need the break. The opportunity to slip fur during the day for an extended run, has kindled a slow-burning anticipation in Bob.
Brian hadn't even tried to talk them out of the trip. He'd taken one look at them in the bus lounge - Frank trailing sparks in his wake as he paced, the huddled lump of Ways on the couch - and nodded curtly, phone already in hand. The car had appeared pretty quickly, after that call. Bob suspects Brian had already planned for a day trip. Though it's also possible someone was just looking for an excuse to pawn this junker off on some out-of-towners. It's more bond-o and rust than metal, and there's an ominous rattle when it starts up, but it runs. Barely.
Bob loses the coin toss for both driving and shotgun. He narrows his eyes at Frank and Ray, wondering yet again if their particular affinities include the ability to manipulate metal.
Bob, much to his grumpy dismay, ends up sitting on the hump, a sleepy Way curled up on either side. Lester is a too warm weight on his feet, but Bob doesn't mind that. The dragon is probably worst off, of all of them; he's been stuck in his schnauzer form for most of the last two months. Bob knows that close contact with his horde-folk helps maintain the dog seeming, so he can't begrudge Lester his location, despite the sweaty feet. One thing that this piece of shit car has is legroom, thank god.
It doesn't have a working radio - which sucks - or air conditioning. They just roll down the windows and let the wind whip in. Frankly, Bob likes that better anyway; July's multitude of scents eddies in around them, twining around the familiar scents of his band. It's almost as good as running. (2,010 words)
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:magical.realism  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:animals.dogs  beings:dragons  beings:shapeshifter  beings:faeries  beings:werewolves  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  setting:road.trip  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2014.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
ermengarde: Pete Will Not Let Marauding Dragons Eat His Patrick
REC: What it says on the tin. Hilarious piece of fluff. (2014-01-05)
QUOTE: Pete's head fucking hurts, and when he reaches up to touch it, he's got a huge lump on his forehead, so he groans because a lump is not a hangover and therefore Andy will give him sympathy.
"You're awake then?"
"Yes. Pete, what were you doing, running at Frank?"
"Frank?" What? WHAT?
"Last night, before you tripped over a root and knocked yourself out on a rock, you ran at Frank yelling about how I wasn't a virgin to be sacrificed and if I was, I wouldn't be for long. Would you care to explain?" (559 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.others  beings:dragons  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 2014 by turlough
dapatty: The One Where Frank Was a Dragon
REC: The one where Frank discovers he's a dragon. Totally adorable little piece of fluff. And it's nice to see an early days story with a good Otter characterisation. (2013-11-10)
QUOTE: "Wouldn't it be cool though, Frankie. If unicorns were *real*? I mean Otter *is* an otter. It'd be so rad if unicorns are a thing, right?"
"Yeah, totally," Frank agreed. Hell, for all Frank knew, there were unicorns. Lots of them. Just like roaming the plains and shit, and only appearing to virgins. Mikey thought there were unicorns, anyway - not that he'd be able to see one now, if that virgin thing was an actual rule. That dude had surprisingly impressive game for a kid with such wack hair. (Frank knew he didn't have any room to talk, but Frank had the usual amount of game, you know?) Frank took a steadying breath and asked, "Other things would be cool too, you know? Like dragons. It be rad if there were dragons, right?" Then he held his breath.
"Fuck yeah, Frankie," Gerard agreed emphatically. "It'd be so rad. *If only*." Gerard said the last so wistfully, Frank almost said the words. Almost told his secret. He was almost certain, that out of anybody, Gerard wouldn't freak out. He wouldn't even blink. He'd probably just think it was cool and then go back to talking about vampires. But maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would freak out and tell Frank to leave and mean it because Frank's omission was pretty much lying. That maybe was just too much of an unknown, it left him frozen in fear at the thought.
So he tried to push that part of himself down. Forgot about it. He couldn't even fly, so there wasn't any reason to want to stretch his wings the farther the van took them from home. (2,840 words)
author:dapatty  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  beings:animals.others  beings:shapeshifter  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-11  recced:2013-11 
november 2013 by turlough
ohnoktcsk: And Me Here On the Ground
REC: Frank's worked hard to build a life for himself in the city and he's content with what he has: a job as a bike courier, friends who love to give him shit, and a crush on a professor of art history at the local university. But he's also got a secret - one he's been running from for a long time. This is a fabulous story! A wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in, and it works and it's glorious. The worldbuilding is fantastic. The mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. I love the way Frank is written. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all make him feel very real and also very likeable. And the climax and conclusion to the story was absolutely fantastic. It was so exciting and intense I read it all in one huge gulp and could literally not look away from the screen. This is definitely my favourite story so far of this wave. (2013-09-22) Best of 2013 - Most Interesting Fantasy AU & Best Frank Characterisation: This is a wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in. You wouldn't think it could possibly work but it does and it's glorious. It has fantastic worldbuilding, the mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. Not only is this a fabulous story, it also has an absolutely first class Frank characterisation. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all makes him feel very real, very human, and also very likeable. Finally it's also a story that has a truely great ending. The climax and conclusion was so exciting and intense I could literally not look away from the screen when I first read it. I had to read it all in one huge gulp and it's been a long time since I did that. (2014-02-16)
QUOTE: The address on the pickup slip leads him down a winding mess of side streets. It turns out to belong to a shop with dusty windows, tucked into the ground level of an old, faded sandstone building. The sign hanging above the door says, in spidery writing, 'Curiosities'.
A bell tinkles when Frank pushes open the door. The shop looks like it's seen better days; half the shelves are empty, and what's left isn't anything to write home about, all scuffed furniture, tarnished brass, and musty books. The light that filters in through the murky front window is dancing with dust motes.
It's definitely not flashy enough to be the kind of place a wizard would run, so that's something. And hey, no giant spiders yet. Frank's cautiously optimistic.
"Hello?" he calls.
A man steps out from a doorway behind the counter. He's tall and much more well-dressed than Frank would have expected, given the state of the shop he apparently runs, but okay. He gives Frank a calculating look. "Are you from the courier service?"
"That's me." Frank flashes his courier's badge, then reaches into his bag. "I've got a receipt for you to sign, and I'll need to you fill out a delivery slip."
"Of course," the man agrees, placidly. He's got an accent - a Northerner, maybe. "I'll go and fetch the package."
The package, when the man reappears from the back room and sets it on the counter, turns out to be a smallish rectangle wrapped in plain brown paper. In the 'contents' section of the delivery slip, the man writes, 'a naturalist's observations re: the healing properties of mermaid song; rare'.
When Frank picks up the package to tuck it away in his bag, he sees that there's a hand-drawn symbol on the underside. It's simple, but something about it draws Frank's eye. He wonders if it's the curiosity shop's logo, or maybe some sort of guild sign.
Frank's not getting paid to ask questions, though, so he just gives a mental shrug and indicates where the man needs to sign on the delivery slip. His signature is an illegible flourish.
"The shop may be a bit difficult to find," the man warns him, once the paperwork and the payment is all squared away. "And when you do find it, you'll need to knock three times on the left side of the front door. There shouldn't be any problems after that."
"Okay," Frank says, looking over the paperwork for the address and already plotting a route in his head. It's a little weird, but it's not the weirdest delivery instruction he's ever had to follow. It's not even the weirdest delivery instruction he's had to follow this month.
"Also," the man adds, snapping his fingers like he's just remembered, "you'd best avoid taking the parcel near the water. Just in case."
That's weirder, but whatever. Frank can deal.
Frank politely bids the man a good day and heads back out to the street. There's a crow sitting on the handlebars of his bike and giving him a shrewd look. "Fuck off, birdbrain," Frank tells it, shooing it with his hands.
The crow flies away. (32,150 words)
author:ohnoktcsk  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:drinking  activity:rescue  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:dragons  beings:birds  beings:dryads  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:magic  concept:music  things:memories  occupation:courier  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2013 by turlough
chimneythunder: Art for ohnoktcsk's 'And Me Here On the Ground'
REC: These three works are all awesome. I love sneaky!Frank trying to hide from the tree, and Gerard curled up with the books and the adorable little dragon, and the birds in the last one are fabulous. I think these are my favourites of the art for this wave. (2013-09-08) Best of 2013 - Art Most Fitting To Story: I have so much love for the blend of whimsy and serious in the works of this artist. The three scenes they have chosen to illustrate the story are all wonderful - sneaky!Frank trying to hide, Gerard curled up with his books and his pet dragon, but it's the final one of Frank and the birds that will forever symbolise this story for me. It's such an eye-capturing composition. Very intense and the layered technique is unusual and adds enormously to the sense of depth and movement. And Frank's little smile is a joy to see. (2014-02-16)
INFO: Monochrome and coloured art of Frank and Gerard. AU.
artist:chimneythunder  fandom:Bandom  art:technique:inks  art:technique:watercolours  art:technique:collage  beings:birds  beings:dragons  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2013.BBB  !meta:rec:art  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  art:source:fanfic  !!FAVOURITE.ART 
september 2013 by turlough
gala_apples: Here There Be Dragons
REC: Ray knows that if Gerard knew what he really was he would be terrified instead of interested. The one where Ray's a dragon and Gerard is his neighbour. A charming little story with an interesting take on dragon mythology. Ray and Gerard are just delightful. (2012-10-21)
QUOTE: Then one day Gerard rings the doorbell. Ray knows it's him because it buzzes four times in a row. Every time Gerard tries to talk to him he rings the doorbell four times, and if Ray doesn't answer he'll do it again, in another group of four. Gerard's gotten as high as twenty four before giving up. Ray doesn't want Gerard to give up, not today. Maybe it's just because he's over emotional, but he just doesn't want Gerard to give up and walk away depressed himself. Ray puts his guitar down and moves steadily to the front door. He can handle a face to face interaction with the man he can't allow himself to fall for. He can.
Gerard is fidgeting when Ray opens the door. He doesn't stop, like a normal person would, just continues shifting his weight and jerking his neck and rubbing his thumbs up the sides of his fingers. It's pretty endearing. "Hi. I'm Gerard."
"Yeah, I know. You're my neighbour. And we've talked before."
"I know this is gonna sound funny, but are you okay?"
"Just because I guess you have a window open, or two? Because I could hear you playing the guitar and uh. You were sobbing. So are you okay?"
Ray could tear his hair out, if that wouldn't show his black scalp and completely damn him. He's so fuckin' stupid. Fuck. Emotional tell just floating out a window for all to hear. Fuck. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just really attached to that song." Understatement if there ever was one. Or at least an undergeneralisation. Every dragon gets hooked on some kind of art. Poetry, accordions, tapdancing - whatever the specifics are, every dragon weeps uncontrollably at the art form most important to them. Ray's happens to be the guitar, the instrument you can't avoid in practically every musical genre.
"Oh, well, okay. I was just worried." Gerard runs a hand through his hair, currently dyed red.
"Yeah. Uh, thanks for coming to check."
"Well my brother lives alone, and I'd like to think if a neighbour heard him sobbing they'd check on him."
"They probably would." They probably wouldn't. But maybe he's just cynical because people have wanted him dead for two hundred years. Besides, it would be mean to say that to Gerard. Ray doesn't want to be mean to Gerard, even though it's deadly dangerous to be nice.
"Yeah, okay. So, like, have a good day then."
"You too." It slips out before Ray can stop himself. (2,090 words)
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author:gala_apples  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  relationship:UST  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough
roxy_palace: Everyone Comes to Pan's
REC: The one where Frank gets a job in the kitchen at Pan's and things might not be as ordinary as they seem. This was *amazing*! A gloriously rich and multifaceted story with magnificent storytelling and absolutely wonderful imagery. I loved the way folklore and mythology were used to enrich the bandom guys and make them seem even more themselves somehow. Frank is just fabulous as the pov character and I love his relationship with Bob and how he reacted to everyone he met at Pan's and his fascination with Gerard. And Peppers was was such a star. Another story for the "must re-read soon" list. (2012-03-25)
QUOTE: "Brandon," Ray said, pointing the ladle at him. "I swear on my mother's horns, that guy is worse than the numbskull you hired last week. No more Norms. You understand?
"Ha ha!" said Brandon, his eyes cutting to Frank quickly as he made what Frank assumed he thought was a subtle, cut throat gesture at Ray. "Let me introduce you to our *new guy*." He turned a bright, if slightly forced smile on Frank.
Ray blinked. He looked Frank up and down, and gave Brendon a bemused look. "But -"
"Just in off the street looking for a job!" Brendon cut Ray off. Frank raised his eyebrows at Ray.
"Um... Hi!" Ray said, brightly, his former ire all but forgotten. "I'm Ray, the head chef!"
Frank hitched his bag higher on his shoulder and held out his hand. "Frank, um... the new pot guy." He said and looked to Brendon who nodded.
"Oh, hell no," Ray replied, and Frank felt his stomach plummet. 'Well, that didn't take long.' Frank had known it was too good to be true. Ray shook his head again. "No, you? You, I need on prep."
Frank blinked. "Well, thank you anyway... wait, what?" Frank looked between the two men. Brandon raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Ray nodded and pointed his ladle at Frank. "You have chef's hands," he said. "I'm not wasting them."
Ray's attention was grabbed by something happening over Frank's shoulder suddenly and he narrowed his eyes. "Hey! Bert, what the hell are you... I'm sorry Frankie," he said looking back at Frank. "I gotta," he waved the ladle in Bert's direction. "See you tomorrow at 7am sharp."
Frank sketched a salute, and Ray hared off across the kitchen. He turned back to Brandon to see he'd been joined by three other chefs.
"And this is Keenan," said Brandon, flipping out both hands presentation style towards a tall, broad shouldered guy in chef's whites with what looked like hand-painted flames rolling up the sleeves. "Our Friturier."
The tall chef pointed a meat cleaver at Frank. "You chop it, Eyebrows," he said, with a midwest drawl. "I'll fry that mother till it can't speak." He winked and then chopped something into tiny pieces, threw them in a bowl and tossed them in the air with what seemed to be... sparkly flour? He waggled his eyebrows at Frank. "Seven secret herbs and spices, little brother. Y'get me? Come on."
Two chefs next to him high fived and whooped. "Tell it like it is Keenan!"
"And," said Brandon with a sigh. "These are my brothers, Adam." The smaller of the two, with a bright smile, saluted Frank. "And Zach." Zach tipped his head back and smirked at Frank.
"S'up!" Frank said brightly, shaking the hands they held out for him.
Frank bounced on his toes in a rush of glee. These were *his* kind of people, in *his* kind of kitchen - covered in ink, with what looked like band shirts on under their whites, and one of them, Adam was his name? He was wearing brothel creepers - in a fucking *kitchen*. He giggled and turned to Brandon. "Thank you," he said. This - This is awesome."
"I know right?" Brandon said, smiling back and clapping Frank on the shoulder.
Brandon tugged Frank's sleeve and lead him back towards the café doors. Frank didn't want to go though. There was still so much to see, he was sure.
"I mean, I can actually start now if you want," he said. "I mean. I'm free, right now. Totally free. All yours. If you want. Are you sure you don't want me to like, I don't know, do stuff with potatoes? Because I can, I can do things with potatoes. And like those potatoes are not gonna peel themselves. Right?" Frank babbled and pushed open the double doors... (35,370 words)
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author:roxy_palace  fandom:Bandom  activity:cooking  beings:animals.dogs  beings:animals.cats  beings:animals.others  beings:dragons  beings:faeries  beings:gods  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  condition:amnesia  occupation:baker/cook  things:dreams  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  setting:café/diner/restaurant  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:The.Architects  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  fic:source:fanart  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Ray(secondary) 
march 2012 by turlough
teigh_corvus: Serial
REC: Frank loves college towns. I love the imagery of this, how rooted it feels in the physical world despite being about obviously supernatural beings. A fascinating little story, very beautiful and enigmatic. (2011-02-20)
QUOTE: The energy's just better at colleges. Ray would probably say something about compatibility and make analogies to electricity or music, if Frank bought this up to him. Bob would just smirk and call Frank a perpetual freshman. Whatever. The dude's several hundred years old and is spending his time washing dishes and working the grill. He's got no room to mock other people's life choices. Out on the street a truck horn blares. The sound echoes against the brick walls surrounding him. Frank grins, and bangs his heels against the rung of the fire escape's ladder in reply. The steel rings in the chilly air, a low tone that draws up a memory of France and watching the bells being hung in a cathedral tower. It's a good memory, one with staying power. (1,140 words)
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  beings:faeries  beings:dragons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  things:memories  relationship:friendship  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2011-02  recced:2011-02  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  setting:café/diner/restaurant 
february 2011 by turlough

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