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devje: Right There All the Time
His mothers are obviously in love and totally married in everything but name, so why is Henry the only one in their house who knows this? His moms don't even seem to have noticed that Mom kisses Emma on the cheek every morning when she leaves for work.

Every. Single. Morning.

[Post 4A, Swan-Mills family fluff] (28,300 words)
fandom:ouat  medium:fic  creator:devje  *secondary.fanworks.policy:unknown  length:20k-50k  relationship:femslash  focus:regina.mills  focus:emma.swan  pairing:emma/regina  focus:henry.mills  concept:family  posted:2015-02  bookmarked:2018-02  !no.smut  concept:POV.outside.character  pairing:grace/henry 
february 2018 by sylvaine
gorgeousnerd: First run
REC: Last year was Bandit's first run, this is Cherry and Lily's. A lovely little post-band ficlet. (2014-12-21)
QUOTE: Cherry and Lily are as excited as anyone would guess, circling Frank's paws with little playful nips. Bandit watches them solemnly from behind her father's legs until Gerard nudges her with his head, and then she runs forward to join them. (340 words)
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author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  beings:kids  beings:werewolves  concept:family  concept:band.with.a.twist  time:post-band  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2014-12 
december 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Misery You Choose
REC: Frank and Gerard talks on the phone. A lovely little story. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: In the past, when Frank got like this, Gerard would wrap him up in a hug. Frank would press his face against Gerard's neck, inhaling the scent of him, sweat and smoke. "Miss you."
Gerard makes a soft sound. "You know what I would do if I was there, don't you?" His voice is so soft and quiet, like he's telling Frank something secret. "I would pull you into a hug, and remind you that we're doing this because we love this, playing music, talking to the kids... it's what we were born to do."
Frank closes his eyes and just listens to Gerard's voice. (396 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  concept:family  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
dear_monday: Séance Weather
REC: It all began with the worst storm in fifty years. An Addams Family fusion where 10-year-old Frank makes friends with the Way brothers and embraces the dark side. This is an absolutely delightful story. Kid!Frank is such a joy to read and I love the way he bonds with the Ways. Their escapades was so much fun to read. I lauged out loud several times. It isn't all funny hijinx, there are sad and bittersweet things too, but mostly it's a wonderfully happymaking story, full of warmth and friendship. (2014-11-02) This is an absolutely delightful story. My Chemical Romance and the Addams Family is such a great match, both in aestethics and atmosphere, and the Way brothers are perfect as the Addams children. And Mama Way as Morticia is just wonderful. Kid!Frank is a total joy and I love the way he bonds with the Ways. Their escapades is so much fun to read and made me laugh out loud several times. The story isn't all funny hijinx, there are sad and bittersweet things too, but most of all it's a wonderfully happymaking story, full of warmth and friendship. (2014-12-05)
QUOTE: "Is your house haunted?" asks Frank, as they make their way up the long driveway towards it. House, he thinks, is something of an understatement. It sits on the top of the hill, a little way back from the rest of the town, haughty and dark and forbidding. He's seen it before, always from a distance, and he'd thought it was deserted. Frank has never heard anyone talk about the place, and no one seems to know who - if anyone - lives there.
It's the coolest house Frank has ever seen. It has turrets, which he covets immediately. His house doesn't have turrets. Or a circular tower room, or an overgrown, thorny sprawl of a front yard, or wrought-iron fencing warped with age and twice as tall as he is.
He's going to be really, *really* disappointed if Gerard and Mikey's house isn't haunted. Gerard turns back to look at him pityingly.
"*Obviously*," Gerard says. "Isn't yours?"
"No," says Frank sadly. "Not even a little bit." They've never had so much as a door that opens or closes by itself, let alone phantom shadows on the walls, and if anything is ever where it shouldn't be then Frank will know about it because it's invariably his fault. He's spent hours and hours on gloomy afternoons like this one searching from the basement to the rafters for some sign of the supernatural, or at the very least some ominous evidence of a gruesome past, but by now he's pretty much accepted that the house is exactly what it seems, nothing more and nothing less: a house. It's a real disappointment.
"Really?" asks Mikey, as he dodges a low-hanging branch that nearly takes Frank's eye out and drenches him even more thoroughly with accumulated rain in the process. "Not even a poltergeist or anything? Gee, remember that year when we had three of them in the attic and uncle Montgomery's ghost in that bedroom and, and -"
"Cousin Ermintrude in the drawing room," finishes Gerard, stepping over something that Frank thinks might be a bear trap without even looking down. "That was annoying. Just because she was only eight when she died didn't mean she had to take it out on me. It wasn't *my* fault she tried to curse me for experimenting on her stupid toad," he says petulantly, then rather steps on his own point by adding, "Anyway, it wouldn't leave me alone. It kept getting slime all over my drawings." He's glowering, and Frank does his best to feel menaced. It's not like Gerard seems particularly upset or anything, but Frank's not sure whether or not it's okay to tell someone that being haunted by their dead relatives sounds kind of awesome.
"Anyway," says Gerard casually, as he lifts the heavy-looking brass door-knocker (shaped like a wolf's head, Frank is almost sure) and releases it, letting it drop back against the imposing, ominously stained front door with a bang so loud Frank starts a little. The door creaks open apparently of its own accord with a noise like... well, Frank can't help thinking, a noise like a dying toad. "Come in, Frank."
It doesn't cross Frank's mind for so much as a moment that he should leave now. (20,510 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Addams.Family  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  beings:kids  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  things:storm  setting:mansion/palace  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-11  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
november 2014 by turlough
dear_monday: Something Wicked This Way Comes
REC: Strange things are starting to happen, something is coming and hunters and monsters alike are running scared. So Gerard and Mikey pack up their secrets and their nightmares and set out searching for answers. This is an absolutely fantastic story but I'm afraid that I totally lack words to describe exactly how much and why right now. I can just say that I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. That the Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And that the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. I wanted to go on reading it forever. It's the best story I've read in a long, long time. (2014-09-07) This is an absolutely fantastic story and though I've now read it two times and had plenty of time to come up with something I still pretty much lack words for how wonderful I found it. I was completely captivated by the living, breathing culture dear_monday have created out of the hunter culture from SPN, New Orleans voodoo, and Lovecraftian horrors. The Gerard characterisation and the Way brothers relationship were absolute perfection and so were the rest of the characters. And the atmosphere and settings were all incredibly vivid and engaging. It's the kind of story I just want to roll around and in keep reading forever. (2014-12-11)
QUOTE: Gerard jumps slightly, and looks over to see Ray cautiously poking his head around the door.
"Mm? Oh, yeah. Sorry about that," he says, slightly sheepishly. He feels wrung out now, drained.
Ray shrugs affably, and walks around the table to take a seat opposite Gerard. Under his arm is a leatherbound book the size of a paving slab, and he lays it down with a heavy thump.
"It's all this shit going on," Gerard says, continuing to peel the label off his bottle. It's still almost full, lukewarm and unappetizing now. He drinks some anyway, just for the sake of something to do with his hands. "It's getting to me."
"It's getting to everyone," Ray says absently, heaving the book open. The pages are covered in rows upon rows of dense black glyphs that don't form words in any language Gerard knows, printed on thick, creamy vellum. "Someone should go see the Prophet," adds Ray, looking up at Gerard. Gerard's mouth twitches in the slightest of involuntary grimaces.
"Yeah," he says. "I guess he might..." Gerard trails off, not liking the look in Ray's good eye one bit. "Oh no," he says. "Oh, *hell* no. There is absolutely *no way*."
Ray raises one eyebrow, and returns his attention to the delicately yellowed pages of the enormous tome currently taking up almost half of the kitchen table. Gerard pushes his chair back, its legs scraping loudly on the cracked tiles, and crosses his arms defiantly.
"I am not asking that... that..." Gerard struggles for a suitable curse word to demonstrate the strength of his feelings. "I'm not asking *him* for help," he growls eventually, his lip curling.
Ray ignores him, and carefully turns another page.
"Ray," whines Gerard, leaning forwards and settling his elbows on the table. "Come on, you know I can't do that."
"Oh? Why not?" Ray asks in a maddeningly serene voice, still not looking up.
"Because," Gerard grits out, "He's a creepy, slippery son of a bitch with an ego the size of Mexico, that's why not."
"In other words, because you don't like him." Ray turns back a page and makes a brief note in a nearby pad.
"No, because he's an *asshole*," mutters Gerard, scowling. He pushes his beer away from him in protest, then changes his mind and picks it up again, glaring at Ray over the lip of the bottle. "I'm not going."
Ray exhales slowly, and Gerard can almost hear him slowly counting to ten in his head. Then he looks up, pinning Gerard with an earnest look and tucking a stray curl of hair behind his ear. "Well, someone has to, and it might as well be you. I don't know why you're making it so difficult. He likes you, you know."
"No," Gerard corrects him, through gritted teeth, "He likes *Mikey*."
"Yeah, but surely -"
"Someone say my name?" Mikey ambles back into the sunlit kitchen, tousle-haired, clean-shaven and unusually fresh-smelling, and pours himself languidly into a seat.
"Ray is... suggesting that we go to see the Prophet," Gerard says, pronouncing the last word as if it's something nasty he's just thrown up, and trying furiously to telegraph 'and I would rather deep fry my face' to Mikey. His problem isn't with Mikey being liked, his problem is with Mikey being liked by... *him*. Something happens to the hunters that the Prophet takes a shine to. It's as if he has some sort of strange gravity that draws them into his orbit, and once they're there, they never seem to want to leave. Gerard doesn't know how he does it, if it's brainwashing or mind control or drugs in the food and drink he plies his guests with, but if it happened to Mikey, Gerard would never forgive himself. He can't imagine travelling the east coast's highways and hunting down its monsters without Mikey at his side. He doesn't think he could do it. Come to that, he isn't at all sure he'd even know how. Rumor has it that the Prophet has recently acquired another of Mikey's kind, a boy called William who sometimes knows things he shouldn't and still has dim memories of another world. Maybe the Prophet is collecting them, like exotic pets or particularly fine specimens of butterfly. Gerard suppresses a shudder.
"Oh, are we going to Nevada?" says Mikey vaguely, stretching like a cat. "That'd be cool, we haven't seen him in a while."
"I know," Gerard says, darkly. "It's been real nice."
"We should go," says Mikey, yawning again, apparently completely oblivious to Gerard's evil eye.
"Mikey..." Gerard says pleadingly.
Mikey blinks owlishly at him. "You don't have to come with me," he says. "I don't mind, I'll go by myself if you don't wanna."
"Oh, like hell you will," growls Gerard, instantly switching gears. "Fine. Fine. Let's go. See if I care."
Mikey smirks like it's going out of style. (60,530 words)
author:dear_monday  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:drinking  activity:killing/murder  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:zombies  beings:vampires  beings:changelings  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:PTSD  concept:family  concept:quest  occupation:supernatural.investigator  things:Trans.Am  relationship:brothers  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  setting:café/diner/restaurant  setting:forest/jungle  setting:road.trip  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Louisiana  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Leathermouth  band:The.Used  pairing:Bert/Gerard(past)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-09  recced:2014-09  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
september 2014 by turlough
snarkydame: Interval
REC: The King and his Hunt continues to haunt the world. Gerard keeps looking for his brother and Ray. Frank waits in the rain. A marvelous glimpse of what's going on in the world after the end of her fantastic urban fantasy, 'Drums and Monsters'. It's wonderfully atmospheric and full of tantalising glimpses of places and things I want to hear more of. I can't wait until the real sequeal is finished! (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: They left tracks here, as they did in very few places - the massive, burning hooves of the Hunters' horses left prints lined in fire that guttered and darkened and cooled, and the paws of the hounds...
The hounds. They were wolves once. They had names. When they were here, he could almost remember his own.
He whined, and his companion nipped at his jaw. He ducked his head and leaned into the other's broad chest. Something deep within him, something that never entirely went away (not even when they were running through myth and dreams) said *pack*. Said *family*. It murmured so even under the all-consuming pull of the King's Hunt, and here, in this place that made them almost real, it was loud enough for him to notice the missing note in the chord.
He whined again, taking another step. Only the hound at his side (he never left his side) ever strayed so far from the Hunters. Where was the third? His *brother*. Where was his brother? Almost, almost, he could remember his name - could feel it forming, just at the edge of a thought.
The horns rang out, and he shook from the force of them. The sound was overwhelming - he could feel his edges fraying back into smoke, thought and memory already gone. The Hunt was moving. (1,860 words)
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author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:vampires  beings:werewolves  beings:faeries  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:magic  concept:pack  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  things:memories  relationship:established  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough
turps: Beyond the Dark Horizon
REC: Gerard and Mikey have spent years travelling between planets, on the run from the authorities. One day Mikey gets hit by a blaster shot from a port guard and they end up becoming involved with medic Toro and his group of freethinking friends. I love the way Terri writes the Way brothers, how close they are and how much they love each other. The way they and Ray's group started to open up and learn to know and trust each other was wonderful to see. Their bonding over music was so right. The glimpses we got of the multi-spieces society of the planet was fascinating and Terri is marvelous at making the scenery and settings come alive. (2013-09-08)
QUOTE: Chest aching he looks around once again, trying to decide if he should keep searching, or give up and go back to Mikey.
"I heard you've been looking for Toro."
The man speaking has appeared from the side of a building. Dressed in a black coverall, he's got a respirator hanging around his neck, and carries a bag over one shoulder. He's talking in Earth standard, something so unusual in this sector that it takes a moment to click that Gerard can actually understand what's been said without the aid of the other person's comm chip.
"You're speaking Earth standard." It's not what Gerard intended to say, but after so long communicating via artificially perfect language, he's distracted by how the man's talking, something genuine and easy like Gerard would have heard at home back on Earth. "And yes. Yes I am. I need a medic."
The man approaches, whistling when he sees Gerard's leg. "Nice burn, looks like you've been tangling with the port guards. The fucker's have started using bioblasters, you're lucky that looks like a graze shot."
Fear strikes hard as Gerard suspicions are shown to be true, and he says, "I am lucky. But Mikey wasn't. He needs a medic. If you're Toro, can you come with me? Please."
The man stares at Gerard, as if assessing the truth of what he's just heard. "I'm not Toro."
"But do you know where he is?" Close to begging now, Gerard pats his pockets, trying to think what he's got left to offer. "I've got some universal credits, some clothes and shit if you want that," and the most valuable possession of all, which would be a disaster to lose, but not as much as losing Mikey. "Or you can have my bike. It's old but works well. Get me to Toro and it's yours."
"And what will you offer him?" the man asks, studying Gerard. "The clothes off your back, your boots, your sweet mouth?"
"If he wants them." Gerard replies instantly, and means every word. Whatever he needs to do to get help he'll do it. "So do you know Toro or not? If you don't I need to keep looking."
"I know him." The man walks forward and in an unexpected graceful movement climbs behind Gerard on the bike. Sitting close, he rests his chin against Gerard's shoulder. "I'm Frank. Follow my directions and I'll take you to Toro." (24,190 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:gun.fights  activity:bartering  activity:killing/murder  activity:performing  beings:aliens  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:family  concept:music  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:violence  condition:injury  things:motorbike  occupation:doctor/nurse  occupation:musician  occupation:rebel  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  relationship:friendship  setting:alien.planet  setting:bar/club  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:desert  smut:rimming  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09  concept:homelessness 
september 2013 by turlough
anoceanmonster: Shadows Fall Behind
REC: Frank is a book loving recluse who rarely sees the outside of his study, but when Gerard enters his house and his life, he gets a love story all of his own. A very sweet, late Victorian AU. (2013-09-01)
QUOTE: Frank doesn't realise how late it is until his eyes start to strain in the warm glow of his desk lamp, tired and sore. He rubs at them with one hand and sets his book down with the other, now almost half way devoured. He picks at the plate of leftovers Mrs. Meredith had brought him some hours ago, flicking bread crumbs and strips of ham before leaning back in his chair and sighing heavily.
"Is there something I can get for you, Sir?"
Frank jumps and turns, twisting his neck around until it hurts. In the doorway, Gerard is peering in curiously, eyeing the endless shelves crammed with hundreds of books. He looks back to Frank and smiles, waiting for his reply.
"No, thank you," Frank says, standing to collect a few stray books before crossing to the other side of the study. He lays them down on an opposite table and scans the shelves in front for empty spaces. When he hears Gerard collecting his plate and cup from the desk, he turns quickly. "You don't have to do that," he says rather quickly, and the urgency in his voice makes Gerard freeze as though he's just done something terribly wrong. "I mean, I can take it. You must have been on your way to bed when you stopped here. It's late."
Gerard nods. "I'm aware of the time, Sir." He straightens to produce a small pocket watch from the inside of his long, slick jacket. "It's almost midnight. I was on my way to the kitchen for a glass of water, so really, Sir, it's no trouble."
Frank finds himself smiling fondly. "Donald used to say that a lot. It's no trouble."
Pressing his lips together in an unreadable expression, Gerard continues to gather up Frank's leftovers. "Yes, Sir, he did."
There's a long pause that quickly starts to make Frank feel uncomfortable. Gerard's face is still unreadable and he shows no signs of leaving except for the clutched dinnerware.
"You must miss him," Frank finds himself saying before he can stop himself. Gerard blinks, head snapping back a little as though the statement has startled him. For a moment, Frank regrets it, mentally scolding himself with his father's voice as it echoes about his head with lectures of inappropriateness. Then, Gerard's eyes soften.
"Every day," he pauses to check the desk for anymore items to take and, when he finds none, turns to nod at Frank. "Goodnight, Sir."
As Gerard gets to the doorway, Frank adds, "It's Frank."
Gerard stops and smiles, now with a lot less solemn and more amusement. "It's still going to take some convincing, Sir." (39,000 words)
author:anoceanmonster  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor(past)  concept:char.death.minor  concept:literature  concept:family  condition:illness  occupation:butler  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:frottage  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  setting:mansion/palace  setting:funeral  period:19th.century  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: In A Pretty How Town
REC: Frank is a single dad who moves to a new town with his son. Everyone there is really nice, particularly the mayor, Gerard Way. A very sweet and warm and happymaking story. The running twitter conversation works perfectly for the story and Gerard as the mayor is delightful. (2013-07-21)
QUOTE: Frank ends up closing up shop at noon and going out to help with the cleanup. There's an area around the still-flooded creek that needs more help than anywhere else in town, so Frank heads over there. He finds Gerard in hip waders looking serious-faced.
"Problem, Mayor?" Frank asks, and Gerard offers him a distracted smile.
"Hi, Frank. You doing okay?"
"Fine. Didn't even lose power. Here to help if you need it," Frank says.
Gerard makes a face. "Right now, I'm trying to figure out what to do with Mrs. Callahan's chickens. She had a heart episode and is in the hospital and her house is going to need repairs as it is. Her daughter can't take them because she lives in an apartment."
"Chickens? Really? You're the mayor. *Chickens*?" Frank can't keep the disbelief out of his voice.
"Just trying to take care of people," Gerard says, brow wrinkling like he doesn't get it.
Cannot. Be. For. Real. "Why don't you call the vet?" Frank suggests.
"I don't know why I didn't think of that," Gerard says with a grin. "You're a lifesaver. That could work. Their coop is kind of in shambles, so at the very least, they might be able to let us borrow some cages temporarily." He pulls his phone out of his pocket. "Wait," he says. "Can... could you make the call? Then I could go help with that." He points at some guys trying to untangle a rowboat from a fence.
"Sure," Frank agrees and Gerard pulls up the number; Frank takes the phone and hits the call button. He explains the situation and by some miracle of small-town generosity, one of the people in the vet's office, Frank isn't clear if it's an employee or a client, keeps chickens and is willing to come pick them up and care for them until Mrs. Callahan can take them back.
When he hangs up, Gerard is still struggling with the boat, so Frank pockets the phone and goes over to help too. "Thanks," Gerard says when the boat is finally free and Frank hands the phone back. "I really appreciate it, Frank. I hear we're going to be seeing more of each other?"
"Apparently! To be honest, I agreed on accident. But Halloween is my birthday and it's my favorite holiday, so I think I can deal," Frank replies.
"Well, I know who to put in charge of the parade." Gerard smiles. Frank doesn't think he's kidding. (22,730 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  activity:moving  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  concept:politics  concept:sobriety  occupation:accountant  occupation:politician  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07 
july 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Only Girl (Sharpest Lives 'verse 33)
REC: The last thing Poison needs is another life tied to his. A very sweet little snippet from The Sharpest Lives universe. (2013-03-17)
QUOTE: It doesn't take Poison long to realize that she's theirs.
He struggles against it, because the last thing he needs is another life tied to his. Death comes way too easy out in the 'Zones.
She doesn't understand. She follows him around, a little lost, locket and chain bright against her skin. He snaps and snarls, and she just stares back with wide eyes until something twists in his belly and he has to get out, leave -
"Stop it," Ghoul growls. (212 words)
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author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  activity:adoption  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:family  occupation:rebel  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
march 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: It's a Small World After All
REC: From Griefer to Killjoy, an origin story. The worldbuilding in this is fantastic. I love the way the two universes have been fused together and how real and present the unspoken backstory of the war feel. The Gerard characterisation is also really good and so is the Way brothers interaction. What I liked less was the structure of the story. Not the past-present thing, that works really well, but I have issues with another of the structural choices the writer's made. I'm fairly sure that's just me though and not something most readers will even notice. (2012-12-30)
QUOTE: Gerard got a raised platform for the first time ever. It wasn't Madison Square Garden by any means, but as Gerard ascended, there were no elbows into his gut, no mud puddles to soak through his shoes as water seeped in from outside.
There was also no Mikey watching his back. Directly, anyway. He was in the VIP seats with Toro and his friend Frank from the factory, and Mikey had flashed Gerard a thumbs-up before Gerard had gone through the entrance. Mikey would probably talk with the financiers who were also in the seats, work the angles like he always did. Just not where Gerard could feel his breath on his neck.
The lights went down, and Gerard entered his box to the song Mikey picked. If Mikey was feeling low, it was Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want. Sometimes, when Ray was in the house, Mikey requested Sabbath or Queen.
But two seconds into the opening riff, Gerard swallowed. Cherub Rock. Mikey was going with the Pumpkins, which he only saved for very special occasions. Like when they were both sure Gerard was going to lose.
Gerard's hands only shook until Joel's corner lit up and the speakers blared the Zelda theme. Joel tipped his baseball cap to Gerard with a smirk on his face, and two could play at that game; Gerard twirled his fingers back in a flowery salute.
Spotlights illuminated their rigs in the same order on the ground. Danny the Street had a clean dress and shiny new parts, and Gerard's chest buzzed with fuzzy warmth. Ray had done some of his best work in just four or five hours.
Then the spotlight illuminated Joel's cat-shaped rig.
Other cats Gerard had fought were blocky; the circular heads on the usual repurposed toys lent well to triangular ears and whiskers. But this was more like an actual cat sculpted from metal and blue-green neon. It stalked in an easy circle after the rigs whirred to life and even sat back on its haunches. Gerard could have stared all night if the bell hadn't rung.
His extra seconds of watching paid off. Gerard's delay was .98 seconds. Joel's looked to be closer to 1.5, which made sense if the neural net was running weird.
It didn't help at first. It took about two seconds for the cat to rip off his rig's left arm and toss it in the direction of the screaming crowd. Gerard hissed, but two-armed punches were a luxury. He'd won with one arm before. (15,610 words)
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author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:brawling  activity:sabotage  activity:salvage  beings:deadmau5  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:apocalypse  concept:dystopia  concept:family  concept:rebellion  condition:injury  occupation:mecha.fighter  occupation:mechanic  occupation:rebel  things:Trans.Am  things:motorbike  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  smut:handjob  setting:desert  geography:myth:Battery.City  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.Yuletide  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-12  recced:2012-12  pairing:deadmau5/Gerard(primary)  activity:mecha.fighting  things:mecha  universe:Danger.Days 
january 2013 by turlough
alpheratz: Below the Trees, Which Are Below the Stars
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey moved to France in the mid-20s and now in 1930 Mikey's an airmail pilot and Gerard's an artist. This is an absolutely fantastic story. I love the way both Mikey and Gerard are written - particularly the way their very different personalities are expressed in their developing relationships with Frank and Ray. And the way their soulbond was written was lovely. I also loved the quiet, almost lyrical writing and atmosphere. Something about the clear and understated language and the way settings and character interactions were written made it feel like reading a story from the period. I feel this is going to be one of those stories I return to often. (2012-10-07) This is an absolutely fantastic story. I love the way both Mikey and Gerard are written - particularly the way their very different personalities are expressed in their developing relationships with Frank and Ray. And the way their soulbond was depicted was lovely and quite different to the way it's usually written in fanfic. I also loved the quiet, almost lyrical writing and atmosphere. Something about the clear and understated language and the way settings and character interactions were written made it feel a bit like reading a story from the period. (2012-10-29)
QUOTE: Gerard grinned at the back of Mikey's head. Mikey was still wearing his helmet and jacket, and his goggles were around his neck. It made him look anachronistic in the kitchen where two of the walls were centuries-old exposed stone, but it also made the kitchen look the way Gerard liked it. "I want to see if they published my cartoon."
Mikey smiled and sat in the chair nearest Gerard's. "Is that what you were so excited about yesterday? "
"The editor called yesterday morning after you left. He said there might not be space for it, but he was interested." Gerard rustled through the pages from the back until reaching the local news.
Mikey leaned over. "Oh! That one is yours, isn't it?"
"Yeah," said Gerard, tracing the lines of the drawing. Mikey rested his chin on Gerard's shoulder, and Gerard put the paper down and leaned into him. "I like it when my stuff gets attention," he said. It was hard not to preen when it was there in thick black lines and his signature in the corner. "It makes me feel like I'm not wasting my time here."
Mikey hummed into Gerard's hair. "You're not. We're not."
"I suppose so. You certainly aren't, and I like it here well enough."
Mikey ruffled Gerard's hair and then smoothed it down with a laugh when Gerard scrunched up his face and twisted away. His bedhead didn't need any help. "Good. I don't suppose there's breakfast?"
"There's milk," offered Gerard. "Eggs and bread, too."
"That'll work," said Mikey, and he settled in more comfortably in the chair, leaning his head against the wall and studying Gerard through drooping eyelids. He looked tired. Gerard watched him drink his coffee, clutching his mug like it was the only thing holding him up. In the past few years, Gerard got used to waking up to Mikey's alarm or the telephone ringing in the middle of the night and Mikey stumbling out the door and coming back exhausted the next morning, nine thousand kilometers later. It wasn't what Gerard had expected when he told Mikey he'd be moving to France, and Mikey announced he would come with him. Gerard didn't like Mikey leaving, but he did like the mornings when he returned.
Mikey raised an eyebrow and pushed a little through the link, and Gerard shook his head to clear it. "Sorry. Pain perdu okay?"
Mikey nodded. Gerard got up to make toast for both of them, flicking Mikey on the head on the way to the stove. "You're still wearing your helmet." Mikey scrambled to unbuckle and take it off, sighing in satisfaction.
"I did take it off when we got in, so Frank wouldn't make fun of me, but I got tired of carrying it walking home."
Gerard snorted. "Yeah. How was your flight, anyway?"
"Almost perfect. We barely ran into any weather. There were some clouds crossing into Spain, but we just curved around them, and it was all clear and smooth from there," said Mikey. Through the tiredness, contentedness radiated out from him in waves. (38,240 words)
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:flying  activity:drug.use  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:art  concept:esp:empathy  concept:family  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:pilot  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  period:1930s  geography:Europe:France  geography:Africa:Dakar  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-10  recced:2012-10  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) 
october 2012 by turlough
alpheratz: The Sandwich Means
REC: Four times a member of MCR cried and what happened afterward. I love stories about the band and their friendship and this one is absolutely lovely. The characterisations are just perfect. (2012-09-16) I love stories about the band and their friendship. The portrayal of their closeness and the way they take care of each other is heartwarming and so lovely written. And the characterisations are just perfect. (2013-09-09)
QUOTE: Gerard closes his mouth and gets off the bed instead, stomping into the bathroom and slamming the door behind him. He angrily takes a piss and scrapes his dick on the zipper, and bursts into fucking tears looking at himself in the mirror behind the sink.
He chokes back the sobs and runs the tap at full pressure so the guys don't hear, but this fancy hotel has thin fucking walls.
"Shit," he hears Frank's muffled voice through the door. "Do you think we should -"
"Fuck's sake," says Ray. "Let me -" and opens the door.
Gerard wipes his eyes and ducks his head, turning away from the door, but he's not fast enough. Ray touches him on the shoulder and pulls him in for a hug, ruffling his hair with one hand.
Gerard's face kind of ends up in his armpit. "My face is in your armpit," he mumbles into Ray's armpit, still shuddering from trying to keep the sobs in.
"I hope you feel special," says Ray, rubbing circles on Gerard's back. It's really fucking nice. Gerard snorts, preventing what feels like an ocean of snot from escaping all over Ray's t-shirt, and pulls back until Ray releases him.
Frank is looking at him from the bathroom doorway with an expression that's half him trying not to laugh when Gerard's being an idiot and half fiercely protective. He holds out a tissue and Gerard takes it and blows his nose, feeling completely pathetic.
Ray nudges him gently through the doorway and towards the bed. It's folded down and the sheets are bright and crisp against the garish hotel comforter. Gerard gets tunnel vision, like the bed is the only thing left in the world, and it only takes another nudge before he's crawling between the sheets.
"Take your pants off first, maybe?" says Frank.
"I'm not wearing underwear," says Gerard and waves his arms like he's making a snow angel in the bed.
"Oh god, don't take your pants off," says Ray. "Did you run out or is this a lifestyle choice?"
"Ran out," says Gerard. He wrinkles his nose and rubs his hand over his face, getting the crusty drying tears off. Gross. "Fucking maimed myself on my zipper in there."
"You hurt yourself going commando? You're getting old," says Frank seriously. (5,570 words)
author:alpheratz  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  beings:kids  concept:family  condition:mental.illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  setting:circus/carneval/amusement.park  time:early.days  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  tour:2012.Big.Day.Out  time:the.hiatus  geography:Australia  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Mikey  pov:Ray  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: Momentum Keeps Us Going, Gravity Makes Us Strong
REC: The one where Gerard is a frankenstein that needs an igor to keep him in check and prevent him from overrunning the world with his crazy (and adorable) inventions. This was such a wonderful story. Sweet and heartwarming and hilariously funny, and with fascinating worldbuilding. The idea of frankensteins and igors was so cool and fitted so well to the characters and story. Gerard was perfect as a frankenstein. His inventions was ridiculous and adorable and totally fabulous. I loved that akamine_chan didn't just make him into this crazy scientist caricature, but gave him heart and depth and made him into a real person. His relationship with Mikey was so full of love and caring and I loved the little family they'd created with Ray and how they made Frank a part of it too. Lovely, lovely story! (2012-07-08)
QUOTE: Mikey diced up some potatoes and cooked them with garlic and onions, while Ray and Gerard set the table and set out drinks and condiments. It should have surprised Gerard how easily Frank fit in, but it didn't. He raised an eyebrow at Mikey, who just shrugged.
"If you guys are going to talk, you need to do it out loud and in English, so Frank and I can participate in the conversation."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Mikey said.
Ray snorted and looked at Frank. "These two, they have this secret eyebrow language." Ray waggled his own eyebrows. "They'll have these long, involved conversations without saying a word."
"That's kinda -"
"Weird? Creepy?" Gerard supplied.
"No, I was going to say - cool. That's really cool." Frank grinned. "Knowing someone so well you don't even need words."
"You think so now," Ray said. "But eventually, you'll definitely think it's creepy."
"You only say that because you don't speak eyebrow fluently." Mikey raised both of his eyebrows as an example.
"Fuck you."
Gerard giggled, and found that Frank was laughing with him. It made him feel warm inside, like they were in together on a secret. And then he realized that he was developing the hugest crush on Frank, and maybe that was not a good thing, at all. Fuck.
"What do you have planned for this evening, Gee?" Ray asked, squirting ketchup onto his omelet, making it look like it was bleeding.
Gerard started to talk about the new project he wanted to work on, but closed his mouth with a snap. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten. He could feel Mikey's eyes on him. "Mittens™. I'm not allowed to work on anything else until the Mittens™ are under control."
"Mittens?" Frank held up his tattooed hands and wiggled his fingers. "Like, for your hands? Are you inventing some kind of new biological outerwear to keep your fingers warm?"
"Nooo." Though the idea did have merit. Gerard's hands always got really cold in the New Jersey winters. "Mittens™ as in miniature kittens."
"Miniature kittens?" Frank looked confused. "Like, aren't kittens already small? Why would you want them to be smaller?"
Gerard huffed and blew his bangs out of his eyes. "Because they're cuter when they’re miniaturized."
Ray was trying not to laugh; Mikey wasn't even trying.
"Fine, motherfuckers." Gerard stomped over to the doorway of the kitchen and pushed the button on the repurposed garage door opener that was duct taped to the wall. The subsonic hum that came from Ray's anti-Mittens™ force field died away, only to be replaced by the sound of scuttling and a chorus of mews.
"Gerard! Dammit, I just got the last ones out of the kitchen -"
"Fuck," Mikey squawked as a horde of Mittens™ washed over his feet and started climbing him. "Ow, Gerard, you asshole!"
Frank just watched the chaos unfold with a bemused look on his face. (25,740 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:interview  activity:research  beings:animals.cats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:family  concept:suicide  occupation:scientist  occupation:inventor  occupation:businessman  things:tentacles  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  setting:mansion/palace  setting:lab  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BBB  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
july 2012 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: And I Will Be Your Goal
REC: Frank Iero leads a solitary existence running his family's machine shop, continuing his father's work in musical inventions in his spare time. One night baronet Morrison appears in his shop with a job offer that soon turns into an offer to join a secret resistance group fighting a corrupt government from within. An absolutely fabulous steampunk story with fascinating and believable worldbuilding, heaps of fascinating plot, dramatic events, fantastic relationship development, wonderful characterisations, heartwarming domesticity, and scorchingly hot sex. I was completely fascinated by the world and loved discovering all the little details that made it both different and like our own. The plot was captivating and the way it played out gave the story just the right amount of tension and uncertainty, and the resolution was satisfying and happymaking. I loved Gerard and Grant's relationship and the way they reached out and wooed Frank together. Everytime this author duo writes this threesome they give the dynamics between them a new twist and makes us see different aspects of the characters. I also loved all the secondary characters and the way they interacted with each other and with the main protagonists. It all felt so right and believable. Really, I lack words to express how absolutely delightful I found this story. I've got a strong feeling it's going to become one of those stories I turn to whenever I need to immerse myself in something long and captivating and completely heartwarming. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: Lady Thompson turns to Way. "He's going to be a horrible invalid, you know."
A look of utter dread crosses Way's face. "Oh *god*. I hadn't even thought that far ahead yet."
"I am sitting here, you realize?" Sir Grant asks somewhat petulantly. Frank knows it's partly in jest, but it's still an odd thing for Frank to see. But Sir Grant is clearly among loved ones, and his relaxed behavior reflects that.
Way eases himself down on the daybed beside Sir Grant and kisses his cheek. "You can't deny it, mon chaton."
Sir Grant leans against Way's shoulder. "I'm sure I'll be terrible," he says quietly. "May I pre-emptively beg for your patience, dearest?"
Frank once again feels like he's intruding on a very private moment and turns to look at the young brunette Frank is assuming is Miss Simmons, and at the young man.
"Mikey Way," he murmurs, and it all falls into place. He recalls that Mikey was a grade ahead of him in grammar school. Remembers him living just down the street and even playing with him a few times.
Mikey walks over and holds out his hand. "It's been a long time," he says.
Frank nods. "It has. I'd never have recognized you on the street."
"Neither would I have," Mikey replies. "Though I remembered your family business well enough to send Grant your way for his little listening project."
"So I am here at your instigation, Mr. Way." Frank pauses when Mikey grimaces.
"There are two of us, and I'm sure that would get desperately confusing. Please call me Mikey. Everyone else does. Though I suppose you are no longer going by Frankie." His tone is dry and flat, but there's a disarming sparkle in his eye.
"Frank will do," Frank replies with a smile.
The brunette nudges Mikey's arm with her fingertips, and he shakes himself a bit. "Frank Iero, Miss Alicia Simmons."
"Lady Thompson's aide," Miss Simmons adds.
"A pleasure," Frank tells her. He's beginning to be exceedingly confused about what exactly this motley group of people is up to. His confusion only increases when another soft rap on the door admits two rather large men in working-class garments.
"Ray Toro, James Dewees," Mikey tells Frank, pointing to each in turn. "This is Frank Iero," he tells them. "And that is the lot of us," he adds.
"Except for Becky," Miss Simmons comments.
"And the twins," Way adds from across the room. He's watching Frank and Mikey converse with a small furrow in his brow. Frank catches his eye again and looks away, discomfited.
"I don't remember your brother, Mikey Way," Frank murmurs. "Does he always glare so?"
Mikey doesn't say anything for a moment, then murmurs back, "Interesting."
"Gerard. He's - well, it's ultimately unimportant," Mikey adds. "What we are doing here requires a great deal of trust and respect, but neither of those require that he like you, or you him."
"How comforting. And I'd be more inclined to believe you if I knew what you were doing here," Frank gripes.
Miss Simmons overhears this; possibly she's also overheard the rest of the conversation, but she gives no outward sign. She does take the opportunity to call across the room, "Sir Grant, I do believe you'll drive this boy crazy if you don't explain our activities."
Immediately the conversation in the room quiets, and everyone looks at either Frank or Sir Grant. Sir Grant himself looks at Frank as well, and says, "It's quite simple, Frank, we're trying to bring down the government."
Frank laughs in disbelief. "Oh, is that all?" He catches a thunderous look on Way's face, but amusement on Sir Grant's. But Frank can't stop the laughter. It's entirely ridiculous. (71,610 words)
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author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:spying  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:disability  concept:family  concept:politics  concept:polyamory  concept:rebellion  concept:war  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:inventor  occupation:engineer  occupation:philantropist  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:writer  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  smut:rimming  smut:threesome  smut:voyeurism  setting:mansion/palace  setting:shop  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  !meta:rec:fic  pov:Grant.Morrison  activity:sabotage  challenge:2012.BBB  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:steampunk  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:MIkey/Al 
july 2012 by turlough
turps: Cooked and Slightly Cracked
REC: Two bros and their egglets. The one where Gerard and Mikey are aliens that accidentally mated for life and now there are five egglets on the bus. It's such a sweet little story. Hilarious and cracky, yes, but also tender and a little heartbreaking (poor egglet four!), and so full of love. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: "So you're telling me that you and Mikey accidentally mated when you were kids," Frank says inching his hands closer to the egglets, which, right now, are in the middle of the table, nestled on one of Mikey's old hoodies. "And that means you're mated for life?"
"We didn't mean to," Gerard protests, because really, when he imagined finally telling everything about his situation, he expected disbelief about his family being aliens, and not the fact that Gerard mated with Mikey. Especially when it was so clearly an accident.
His expression blank, Bob says, "You're telling us you slipped and fell on his dick?"
"Mikey could have fallen on Gerard's dick, we don't know who's the mom," Frank puts in, sounding thoughtful as he adds, "That is if you mate that way." Turning slightly, Frank cranes his neck, trying to see Mikey's crotch under the table. "Is that what the whole thing with Wentz was about? No gay below the waist because he knew you had no dick below the waist?"
"You know I've got a dick, dick," Mikey says, elbowing Frank hard in the side. "And I'm not the mom."
"So you knocked your big brother up," Bob says, and this time Gerard's sure he sees the hint of a smile, because Bob's a piss-taking bastard. "You should have told us, we'd have thrown him a shower."
Frank grins wide. "We still can. Some soda and chips, a few games, next time we stop I'll pick up some egg cozies for the kids."
"We're missing the point here," Ray says, holding up his hand for quiet. "This accidental mating for life thing. The fuck?"
Gerard sighs, and resists the urge to beat his head against the nearest hard object. "I told you. We didn't mean to. I was in my imprinting period and it just happened."
Ray stares, says, "You just happened to swallow some of Mikey's sperm." (2,750 words)
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author:turps  fandom:Bandom  beings:aliens  concept:char.death.minor  concept:family  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2012 by turlough
mistresscurvy: I Know What It Means to Me
REC: The one where Gerard and Frank meet through the single parents support group. A very cute and sweet story with some really hot sex. (2012-02-26)
QUOTE: After the meeting concluded, Gerard made a hasty beeline for the back exit, ducking into the little alley between the center and the parking garage next door. He lit up a cigarette, breathing deep and savoring his final moments of alone time before he headed back to his house. When he heard someone coming up from behind him, Gerard whirled around, holding his cigarette behind his back like he was thirteen again and somehow his mom just wouldn't notice the plume of smoke floating up behind his head.
Frank looked equally knowing. "Hiding out?"
Gerard coughed, trying to come up with a good way of answering that, and finally he shrugged. "Pretty much. Smoking's not exactly judged favorably by most modern parents. But I don't smoke in my house or around my son, and I've been cutting back. Slowly," he amended.
Frank held up his hands. "Hey, I smoked for fifteen years, you don't have to explain it to me. I only quit a year and a half ago, because I was already pushing it with the gay thing and the single parent thing, but if I was a single gay smoker, I wouldn't have made it past the first home inspection."
Taking a quick drag, Gerard nodded. "Any little thing, right? Anyone can become a parent in the stupidest way possible, but if you want a kid no one else wants, suddenly you need to be perfect," he said, flapping his hands around in outrage. He watched Frank's eyes trace the pattern of the cherry moving through the air and suddenly felt guilty about rubbing it in Frank's face. Putting it out only seemed polite.
Frank made a small noise when Gerard ground the half-smoked cigarette under the heel of his boot. "You didn't have to do that," he said, and when Gerard gave him a look meaning well I did, okay, Frank shrugged and smiled a little in response. "So uh, what's your story? I mean -"
"- Why am I a single parent?" Gerard finished for him. "I'm one of those stupid people I mentioned. A one night stand that I barely remembered, until eight months later when I got a call telling me that my son was going to be given up for adoption."
"Wow," Frank said softly.
Gerard nodded, scuffing his toe against the pavement. (9,160 words)
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author:mistresscurvy  fandom:Bandom  activity:adoption  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:family  occupation:writer  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:photographer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough

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pairing:dr.death.defying/show.pony(primary)  pairing:dr.death.defying/show.pony(secondary)  pairing:emma/regina  pairing:frank/gerard/grant.morrison(primary)  pairing:frank/gerard(primary)  pairing:frank/gerard(secondary)  pairing:frank/jamia(secondary)  pairing:frank/mikey(primary)  pairing:frank/mikey(secondary)  pairing:gerard/grant.morrison(primary)  pairing:gerard/lindsey(past)  pairing:gerard/lindsey(secondary)  pairing:gerard/mikey(primary)  pairing:gerard/oc(past)  pairing:gerard/party.poison(primary)  pairing:gerard/ray(primary)  pairing:grace/henry  pairing:gsf:my.chemical.romance(secondary)  pairing:jon/spencer(secondary)  pairing:mikey/alicia(secondary)  pairing:mikey/oc(secondary)  pairing:mikey/pete(past)  pairing:mikey/pete(primary)  pairing:mikey/pete(secondary)  pairing:oc/oc  pairing:patrick/rihanna(secondary)  pairing:ray/christa(primary)  pairing:ray/ofc(secondary)  pairing:ray/wednesday.addams(primary)  pairing:remus/sirius  period:1920s  period:1930s  period:19th.century  posted:2007-09  posted:2007-10  posted:2007-12  posted:2008-01  posted:2008-02  posted:2008-11  posted:2009-01  posted:2009-10  posted:2009-12  posted:2010-01  posted:2010-09  posted:2010-10  posted:2010-11  posted:2010-12  posted:2011-01  posted:2011-06  posted:2011-07  posted:2011-10  posted:2012-01  posted:2012-02  posted:2012-06  posted:2012-07  posted:2012-09  posted:2012-10  posted:2012-12  posted:2013-03  posted:2013-06  posted:2013-08  posted:2013-09  posted:2013-10  posted:2014-09  posted:2014-10  posted:2014-12  posted:2015-02  posted:2016-03  posted:2018-02  posted:2018-04  pov:bob  pov:brendon  pov:brian  pov:elena  pov:frank  pov:gerard  pov:grace  pov:grant.morrison  pov:mikey  pov:party.poison  pov:pete  pov:ray  pov:show.pony  pov:wednesday.addams  recced:2007-11  recced:2008-01  recced:2008-02  recced:2008-06  recced:2008-07  recced:2008-11  recced:2009-01  recced:2009-10  recced:2010-01  recced:2010-10  recced:2010-11  recced:2011-01  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smut:voyeurism  things:dreams  things:gerard'  things:mecha  things:memories  things:motorbike  things:snow  things:storm  things:tattoos  things:tentacles  time:early.days  time:future  time:post-band  time:pre-band  time:the.hiatus  universe:danger.days  universe:drawing!mikey.verse  universe:professional.griefers  universe:sharpest.lives.verse  universe:tints.verse  verse:avalanche 

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