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RubyTuesday5681: Totem
REC: It's Christmas Eve in the Zones and Gerard and Mikey are out fighting the ghosts that prey on the living. But Gerard has never been able to resist Frank. A cool and original take on the Danger Days universe and Gerard and Frank's relationship broke my heart. (2016-01-10)
QUOTE: Gerard is just rounding to where he has site of the crumbled ruins of the once beautiful amphitheater when he feels the tendrils of want curl around the back of his neck and then slowly slink away. He has to close his eyes against the sensation. It's already too much.
"You miss me so much." Gerard opens his eyes at the sound of Frank's voice. He feels his heart shudder, like the words have settled deep inside him somewhere. In his soul. Frank is still a good hundred yards away from him, seated casually on the stage inside the remaining shell of the amphitheater, but it sounds like he's right next to Gerard. It already feels like he's *inside* Gerard.
But he's not. Gerard is stronger than that. He's protected now. He has so many charms against this, there's no way Frank can absorb him. Gerard should take Frank out right now. It would be so easy. Just fire up and pull the trigger and that would be it. Then it would be over.
"Oh my love." Frank's words compel Gerard to move closer. "You don't want it to be over." Gerard can't even bring himself to argue. He could never lie to Frank. "Because you can't lie to your own soul," Frank replies in answer to Gerard's unspoken thought.
"Soulmates don't work like that." This time Gerard does argue, stopping in has tracks about twenty feet from the stage where Frank is still leaning to one side, resting on his arm out to the side behind him.
Frank laughs, "Did Ray tell you that?" Gerard flinches and Frank says, "Oh, I'm sorry. *Jet Star* told you that?"
"Don't talk about him," Gerard retorts, angrily, stalking closer. "This has nothing to do with him. This is between you and me." (4,660 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:char.death(past)  concept:esp:general  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  concept:magic  holiday:Christmas  occupation:supernatural.investigator  setting:desert  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  challenge:2015.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-12  recced:2016-01 
march 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Ghost of You (Sharpest Lives 'verse 27)
REC: Día de los Muertos was special out in the Dust. Another installment in The Sharpest Lives series. I managed to miss this when it was posted which makes me very sad because it's wonderful. Poignant and heart catching, and the glimpse we get of Zonerunner culture is so rich and vivid. (2015-10-18)
QUOTE: They got to Forest Lawn just as dusk settled, stealing away the light of day. In the purple-dark sky, there was the faint sparkle of stars that was echoed by the seemingly endless number of candles, lanterns, glowstiks and genny-powered strings of lights that flickered across the landscape, set atop stone monuments, crypts and gravestones, carried in skeletal hands, adorning the walls of tents and temporary shelters.
There was definitely a carnival atmosphere; in the first few minutes they saw stilt-walkers and fire-eaters, jugglers and musicians, most with their faces painted with representations of skulls. There were cloth and canvas tents set up, some selling goods and services, some just a place to rest or make deals.
It was life at its loudest and Poison couldn't stop a smile from stealing across his face.
In its heyday, Forest Lawn had been true to its name, green rolling hills and trees. Since the Bombs, it had been claimed by the Dust, brown and dry. The majority of the statuary and headstones were intact, the trees still standing, but the lush grass was long gone. It should have been desolate and lifeless, but the people who came to celebrate the Día each brought a tiny spark and together they combined to shine brightly, pushing back the darkness.
They spent some c's on candles and found a headstone to call their own. Ghoul set up the candles while Kobra lit them and Jet pulled out the bottle of half-decent alk they'd gotten just for the occasion. (3,360 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  universe:Black.Parade  universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse  beings:ghosts  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:apocalypse  concept:supernatural  relationship:established  setting:desert  things:Gerard'  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary)  pov:Party.Poison  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2015-10  !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  universe:Danger.Days 
november 2015 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
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
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
akamine_chan: Wanna Hear You Sing the Praise
REC: The forest has been calling to Frank his whole life. A nice little werewolf AU. I particularly liked the description of the forest. (2013-09-15)
QUOTE: It's moon-bright, but the lantern softly illuminates the well-worn path under Frank's feet. The woods are noisy, filled with the buzzing of crickets, the hushed beat of feathered wings, and other, less innocent sounds. The wind blows, ruffling Frank's hair, playing with the hem of his cloak. He can taste the first hint of winter in the air, snow and ice. It sends a shiver down his back, and he pulls the hood of his cloak over his head.
There is a sense of menace surrounding the old oaks, elms and maples in the forest, and Frank's lantern casts strange shadows, turning branches into outstretched arms, knots and whorls into eyes and gaping maws, roots into feet. Dead leaves rattle in the breeze, swirling along the ground, startling Frank.
He chokes on a laugh, a frisson of fear tingling along his nerves. This isn't what he expected when he entered the forest. After being drawn to the woods for so long, Frank thought he would feel... welcomed. Instead, all he senses is a distinct lack of interest in his presence here.
This was a mistake. That stark realization turns his blood cold. (1,640 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  setting:forest/jungle  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.Pod_Together  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & ohnoktcsk & tuesdaysgone: Got Lost Into the Sea
REC: Frank and Gerard ran away to the islands, and now they co-own a diving business with their friend Shaun. Grant Morrison, writer of esoteric novels about magic frequently set in the Caribbean, is a regular with them. I don't know if I can really believe in Frank and Gerard in this setting but it's still a wonderfully warm and happymaking story. I love the way they write this threesome. (2013-09-01)
QUOTE: He spots Gerard's hair first. It's an orangey-red color that makes Grant smile. He's wearing a ratty Hawaiian shirt and miniscule cutoffs and leaning back against their jeep, and Frank is there beside him as he always is. Grant adjusts the strap of his bag on his shoulder. The rest of his luggage will be unloaded in a few minutes, but for now he catches Gerard's attention with a wave.
Gerard's face lights up, and he calls, "Grant!" Grant grins back. Fuck, he'd come here just to see the two of them, never mind anything else.
"Hi Grant," Frank says when Grant gets near. They both pull him into a hug and then Frank takes Grant's bag and puts it in the car. "Let's see how long it takes George to unload the plane this time."
"No bets. He always saves my gear for last."
"Because you bring more books than clothes," Gerard says, then bites his lip. "I mean -"
"Have you made the charters clothing-optional and not informed me?" Grant teases. Gerard is adorable. Always has been.
"Shaun keeps vetoing my proposals," Frank tells him, mock-serious. "I think it would drive up sales, but he just won't listen."
"More fool him," Grant says with a grin and leans against the jeep next to Gerard. "Fuck, I missed this place."
"It's not the same without you," Gerard tells him.
Grant laughs. "Quieter, perhaps? I can't imagine you get many clients leading you on the kind of mad treasure hunts you let me subject you to."
"Well, sometimes people want to see sunken ships and stuff. So we show them everything we visited with you," Frank says.
"I see. Is there a Morrison tour? Should I be getting some sort of royalties?"
"Oh, I got your royalties," Frank snarks, then focuses on the middle distance. "I see your luggage. Be right back."
Grant chuckles, and Gerard knocks their shoulders together as they watch Frank liberate Grant's bags. "We definitely get more people out here because of your books," Gerard tells him quietly.
"Really?" he asks.
Gerard nods. "Just a couple of weeks ago we had a group of spring break kids. One of them read the acknowledgements."
Grant can't help but be delighted. "You deserve it."
"I don't know. We sort of like not being busy."
Grant gapes at him. "That is a fucking lie, Gerard Way."
"Yeah, yeah." Gerard shrugs, grinning adorably. "But more time for... other things, you know?" His eyes flick back to Frank.
Grant laughs. "The two of you."
"The two of us what?" Frank asks when he walks up with Grant's luggage.
"I'm waiting to find out," Gerard says, twirling the jeep keys around a finger.
"Christ, fine. The two of you are fucking perfect for each other," Grant laughs. "But I think you're already very aware of that fact, aren't you?"
Frank grins. "We are. And we are very aware of how lucky we are." He leans in and kisses Gerard quickly and Grant just has to smile.
"You're not grilling me on my charts yet, I'm devastated," Grant continues. (27,670 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  author:ohnoktcsk  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:genre:AU  activity:diving  beings:ghosts  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  occupation:writer  things:short.shorts  relationship:established  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:beach/lake/ocean  geography:Caribbean  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-08  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
shusu: The River Sanzu Overflows
REC: A futurefic where Will and Bran have become young men and so have the Troopers. Will Stanton is on vacation in Japan when he is once again drawn into the world of magic and power, struggling for his very existence against an unknown foe with the help of old and new friends. The atmosphere and writing of this story is strongly reminiscent of the Dark Is Rising books. It has the same lyrical and thoughtful atmosphere and the countryside and its myths and legends has the same importance to the plot. This strong connection between particular places, myths and legends, and the plotline is also one of the major components of YST and in this story Shusu manages to merge these two very different canons into a cohesive whole. One where Eastern and Western magic and myth meet and enrich each other. It's an absolutely wonderful story and has been a favourite of mine for years. (2013-06-20)
QUOTE: The cherry blossoms flickered down like raindrops in the sun. Will Stanton moved through the park, watching the families and couples conversing under the strange shower. The atmosphere was peaceful despite the continuous throb of traffic and the occasional blast of music.
Will had become a traveler of many years, mostly on his eldest brother Stephen’s encouragement. Once or twice annually he took a week’s holiday to another place in the world. Sometimes the only notice his family received was a postcard from an exotic destination, at times arriving when Will had already settled back into his stuffy office. Partly it was to break the routine. Partly it was to sate the ache of loneliness in his heart.
The youngest and the last. Had they really all gone away? He had come to know so few in the Circle, scattered throughout the world as they were. This was when the Dark was rising. Then the Dark was driven back, and they had all departed, all but Will himself. A futile hope, but it drove him. It was the human part which sometimes recoiled from the wisdom he was privy to.
He sighed. Everywhere in Kyoto there were whispers of Old Magic, yet no one met his eye and knew him. It filled him with a longing so fierce that he wondered why he continued to chase the feeling.
Will came to a stop. A gnarled stone dragon peered at him fiercely. A stream of people separated it from its twin on the other side of the stairs. These two had stood parallel like this for hundreds of years, guardians of the temple beyond, facing the same way but never meeting. Will felt a pang. He remembered a postcard sitting on his desk. 'The sky’s not the same elsewhere, bachgen. Perhaps on a lark, someday. The hills have grown on me, isn’t that funny?'
Slowly he climbed the stone steps. A girl in long robes cleaned the stone lanterns as the sparse crowd moved in and out of the main building and the small temple shops. Glistening with rainwater, flared eaves sheltered wooden murals of fantastic beasts. Trees both ornamental and wild drew the eye skyward, enclosing the square. The air was thick with incense, soft hand claps, and murmured prayers like waves on a calm sea. He stopped before a tree laden with paper prayer strips. They were like the cherry blossoms, ready to fall.
Suddenly he was jostled from behind. Startled, he almost lost his balance on the slick stones, but a strong hand caught his arm and righted him. "Suman-" began the boy. No, he was a man, only a little younger than Will. He had the deepest blue hair he’d ever seen. The unruly mop managed to stand out in a crowd with some dyed blonds and reds and greens. "Ah. Sorry?" He tried in English.
Will shook his head. "No, it’s all right." They were both looking hard at each other, he realized. His heart rose: he sensed something beyond the affable expression and worn denim jacket. Yet it wasn’t quite right. This wasn’t what he was looking for. Of course not, how could it be?
The other blinked first. He held out a strip of paper. "Here. Do you have a wish?"
"To find someone," Will blurted, then wondered why he’d said it. The Old One in him continued to stir, inexplicably. (c. 35,000 words)
author:shusu  fandom:Dark.Is.Rising  fandom:Yoroiden.Samurai.Troopers  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:crossover  fic:source:book  fic:source:anime  activity:sightseeing  activity:rescue  beings:ghosts  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:magic  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  things:dreams  things:memories  things:mirrors  setting:on.vacation  geography:Asia:Japan  pairing:Bran.Davies/Will.Stanton(primary)  pov:Will.Stanton  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2004  recced:2013-06  time:future  pairing:Hashiba.Touma/Anubis(secondary)  trooper:Hashiba.Touma  trooper:Sanada.Ryo  trooper:Date.Seiji  masho:Anubis  trooper:Muori.Shin  trooper:Xiu.Lei.Huang 
august 2013 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Well, I Changed For Good
REC: Frank is a werewolf that changes when it gets cold. Gerard should be one too but isn't. When they meet again ten years later things go both very wrong and very right. This is a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, with a perfect ending. The characterisations are awesome. Both those of Frank and Gerard as well as those of Ray and Dewees. I particularly found the interaction between Gerard and Ray, and between Frank and Dewees a joy to read. Best friends forever! I also really liked the little canon details included in the story and the way the band's early story was used. I have a feeling this story will be added to my regular re-read list, just like her two earlier werewolf stories have been. (2013-07-14) This is such a wonderful story. Gripping and intense and heartbreaking, and the ending is absolutely perfect. The characterisations of both Frank and Gerard are excellent and the ups and downs of their relationship makes for fascinating reading. I'm also madly in love with the way the friendship between Gerard and Ray and between Frank and Dewees is written. It's definitely one of the high points of the story for me. Something else I really liked was the way small canon details were incorporated into the story and how it used the band's early history. Despite only being a year old I've already re-read it a couple of times and it looks to become a regular among my go-to stories when I'm in need of an engrossing and gripping read. (2014-07-16)
QUOTE: "If you don't like the pizza, I have nachos," Dewees said mildly. Frank chewed angrily in his direction.
The doorbell rang, and Frank froze. Literally. But it was fucking Los Angeles, it *couldn't* get drafty. And even if it could, Frank was in three layers of sweaters in a well-heated house. The goosebumps on his arm were just hangover sensitivity.
"'S open!" Dewees yelled before licking his fingers clean of nacho cheese.
The door slid open, carrying a breeze with it that was... well, it wasn't cold, it never could be this far south, but there was definitely the reminder of cold in the air. It was the kind of chill that always came in the fall, the point that had told Frank for years that it was time to give up on his shit for a few months and run around on all fours.
But it was October, so it was probably just LA's pretensions at being autumn for five seconds. Fucking poser city.
"Hey!" a voice said from behind Frank. Feet were stomping on the floor louder than they should have, but that didn't mean anything. Just dudes making noise. "You already ate half a pizza?"
"That was my bribe to keep Frankie from running off." Dewees was staring at his beer bottle like it would give him the secrets of the universe. "Ray, Frank. Where did Gerard go?"
"Bathroom." A guy with a friendly grin and really intense hair plopped down on the other end of the sofa from Frank, waving a light-up toy sword around. "Hey. I install stereos for Dewees."
Dewees nodded sagely. "I wouldn't have half my business if this guy wasn't around."
The dude - Ray - scrubbed his fingers through his curls. He looked kind of shy, but pleased. Frank gave him a nod as a hello.
"Nice to meet you," Ray said. "Dewees has been talking for weeks about how spectacularly your car died."
"It wasn't spectacular." Frank resisted the urge to scowl. Barely. "It wasn't anything."
Dewees was usually a genius with cars, but even he hadn't been able to exorcise whatever demons or gremlins had fucked with that shit. He'd told Frank it was probably because he'd lost his brains doing stereos for so long and passed it to a friend who knew more about insides, but that hadn't done any good either.
"So where are you from?" Ray asked as he dug into the pepperoni.
Ray looked practically like he could lift off with the smile that spread on his face. "Get out! Me too. And Gerard... Gerard! Frank's from back home."
"For real?"
Frank froze, arm outstretched to grab another slice of pizza. It couldn't be.
The guy who rounded the couch didn't look like the guy from Frank's memory. But then, it had been... fuck, nearly a decade? Frank looked older. This guy didn't, not much. He looked a little leaner, a little more washed, and his hair was definitely not that fire-engine red before.
But his eyes met Frank's, and -
"I'm going to take a piss," Frank blurted, getting to his feet.
Everyone was probably staring at him, but he couldn't turn away from the guy's focus. Gerard. Ray had called him Gerard. How had Frank never known his name? (33,210 words)
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author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:angst  fic:source:book  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:rescue  activity:vehicle.breakdown  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(temporary)  concept:sobriety  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  condition:injury  things:memories  things:dreams  occupation:writer  occupation:mechanic  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-07  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2013 by turlough
jjtaylor: Other Lives and Dimensions (Ghost Frank 'verse 3)
REC: This is the last part of an absolutely wonderful trilogy. It's scary and heartbreaking but also sweet and even funny at times. The plot is fascinating and I loved the quiet, bittersweet mood and the lovely, understated writing. I also loved how it started out such a deceptively simple story and the very satisfying way everything tied together in the end. The way Frank and Gerard's strange love story was both central to the plot but not always the focus of the narrative was also a very nice touch. All, in all a completely engrossing and very satisfying read. (2013-02-24)
QUOTE: Gerard wakes with a start. He's fallen asleep, sitting on top of the dryer in the basement, his neck sore from where it had been pressed against the wall at a weird angle. His brain feels strangely dulled, like everything that happens here happens while Gerard's half asleep. Time doesn't move correctly. He's been sitting on the washer for hours or days- and Brian has been eying him, concerned, the entire time.
Bob is leaning a hand on the wall, like he's feeling for something, and ignoring Gerard entirely, which is fine with Gerard, considering the last thing he told Bob was that he didn't want to talk to him. Bob seems to be keeping to that agreement.
"Do you believe in other dimensions?" Bob says.
"You don't have any proof," Schechter says before Gerard answers.
"Ok, then, well you tell me what's going on," Bob says.
Brian says nothing, and Gerard is too confused to have anything to add.
"So, this is another reality?" Gerard says. "With a you and a me and a - wait, is there a Frank?"
"No," Brian says.
"There used to be," Bob says, and Brian shoots him a look. "I'm not going to hide that from him, it's important."
"That there used to be a Frank?" Gerard asks.
"Yeah," Brian says. "He died here. The same time as the other Frank did, in the other apartment."
"Dimension," Bob corrects.
"Whatever," Schechter says.
"But, so, Frank -" Gerard says and then stops. "Are you saying that Frank might be... this Frank?"
"I don't know," Bob says. "I don't understand what's going on with Frank. Look," Bob says, "We're not supposed to be here. I mean, more than the fact that people aren't supposed to cross into other dimensions. We," he says, pointing at all of them, "should not be here," he says, pointing around. "It's bad."
"No shit it's bad," Gerard says. "What about Mikey?"
Brian and Bob share a grave look.
"There's no Mikey," Brian says.
"What do you mean there's no -"
"You don't want me to answer that question, Gerard, ok?"
Brian's right; Gerard really doesn't want to know.
"Something's wrong with this house," Bob says. "Something's really, really wrong."
"What?" Brian says. "What aren't you saying?"
Bob sits on the stack of boxes across from the stairs, and they creak a little. Gerard wonders what's in them. (23,170 words)
author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:angst  activity:DIY  activity:drinking  activity:exorcism  beings:demons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:doppelganger  concept:supernatural  concept:char.death(past)  things:dreams  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Ray(secondary)  pairing:Frank/James.D(secondary)  pairing:Brian/Gerard(past)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-02  pairing:Brendon/Frank(secondary)  concept:char.death  universe:Ghost.Frank.verse  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2013 by turlough
jjtaylor: Living With Ghosts (Ghost Frank 'verse 2)
REC: This is the second part of an absolutely wonderful trilogy. It's scary and heartbreaking but also sweet and even funny at times. The plot is fascinating and I loved the quiet, bittersweet mood and the lovely, understated writing. I also loved how it started out such a deceptively simple story and the very satisfying way everything tied together in the end. The way Frank and Gerard's strange love story was both central to the plot but not always the focus of the narrative was also a very nice touch. All, in all a completely engrossing and very satisfying read. (2013-02-24)
QUOTE: Gerard kept insisting that passing out was nothing other than some mystic-level tiredness and refuting Bob's claims that there was now something fishy with both Frank and Gerard. Gerard had dealt with Bob's protests by making a grocery list for all of his guests as though he were some sort of skilled host, which Frank was certain was not the case. Gerard, however, insisted on polling people about their favorite bread and snack choices, taking meticulous notes. Mikey and Pete were tucked away in a corner of the living room where it looked like Mikey was trying to explain the whole story and Pete was trying to stick his fingers as far into Mikey's back pockets as possible under the guise of listening raptly.
Frank just sits in kitchen chair, thinking about how he's actually breathing now and he'd apparently spent months just thinking he was breathing. He wondered if he had actually been breathing just at some lower, unreadable rate, or if he had just had breathing turned off, like his body was in stasis or something. He asks Bob about it without meaning to, while Gerard is listing all of the various different lettuce options.
"Is this really my body?" Frank says and Gerard's fingers freeze while just as he's imitating the exact leafy quality of romaine.
Bob stares at him, his eyes narrowed. "Does it feel like it belongs to someone else?"
"No, it feels like mine, but I felt like I had a body when I was... before, so it's kind of hard to tell, whether it was mine all along and it was just turned off?" Frank trails off without meaning it to be a question.
"Hmmm," Bob says, and Frank sighs.
"Was I really a ghost?" Frank says, and Gerard takes a step forward, rests his hand on Frank's shoulder. "Like, if we opened my coffin, would I still be in there?"
"That's a very good question," Bob says. "And from everything I've read today and everything I knew to be true before I met you, you did actually die, but what happened after that isn't really clear. Because, here's the thing with this house. Everything seems to be pointing to the fact that, if you died here, you'd be rocketed straight into the afterlife, no other choice, no other stops. So, how in the world you ended up stuck here if you did die only makes me think maybe you didn't actually die, not all the way?"
Gerard's eyes are wide. Frank doesn't want to say what he's thinking because he doesn't want Bob's answer, but he has to ask anyway. "So I could still die again, I mean, like, soon. What if whatever we did… is gonna run out?"
"It's possible," Bob says, and abruptly turns his head back to his book. (33,400 words)
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author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:angst  activity:exorcism  beings:demons  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death(past)  concept:supernatural  concept:magic  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:knifeplay  smut:breathplay  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Ray(secondary)  pairing:Brendon/Frank(secondary)  pairing:Brian/Gerard(past)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2009-10  recced:2013-02  activity:DIY  universe:Ghost.Frank.verse  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2013 by turlough
jjtaylor: Ghost Frank 'verse (Masterlist)
REC: This is an absolutely wonderful trilogy. It's scary and heartbreaking but also sweet and even funny at times. The plot is fascinating and I loved the quiet, bittersweet mood and the lovely, understated writing. I also loved how it started out such a deceptively simple story and the very satisfying way everything tied together in the end. The way Frank and Gerard's strange love story was both central to the plot but not always the focus of the narrative was also a very nice touch. All, in all a completely engrossing and very satisfying read. (2013-02-24)
INFO: Three long stories. 86,900 words.
author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  universe:Ghost.Frank.verse  beings:ghosts  beings:demons  concept:supernatural  concept:magic  band:My.Chemical.Romance  !meta:masterlist  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2013 by turlough
snarkydame: Like Breadcrumbs, Lost
REC: Mikey and Gerard are lost and getting more so and all they have is each other. An absolutely *gorgeous* Hansel & Gretel AU. Fascinating and creepy with lovely writing and imagery. It pulled me in completely. I just couldn't look away and read it in one huge gulp. And then I went back and read it again. (2013-02-03) Most Atmospheric Way Brothers Gen of 2013: This is such a wonderfully atmospheric work with lovely interaction between the Way brothers. It's fascinating and eerie, full of suspense and with lovely writing. The imagery is strange and creepy and very vivid. A story that pulls you in completely and only very reluctantly lets you go at the end. (2014-02-13)
QUOTE: Gerard talked. Mikey couldn't follow the thread of conversation through the sound of tires in his head, but it didn't matter. He knew the words were Gerard's own way of pushing away the sight of Dad's battered station wagon, driving away. He answered when Gerard seemed to want him to, but he couldn't be sure of what he said. He imagined the conversation drifting in their wake, a trail laid down beneath the traffic's growl.
Mikey didn't notice it at first, the way the street turned. The offices hid the sun at every opportunity, and bounced its light from west to east, window to window, until he couldn't swear which direction they faced, at all.
Drivers turned their headlights on. At each intersection, they walked in front of blank, bright eyes.
Gerard walked more slowly, pulled Mikey a little closer to his side. The buildings all were lower now, less sanitized. Neon flickered between streetlights, blue and green and poison pink. But the doors they brightened seemed too flat. The windows reflected brilliant colors, but revealed nothing of interiors.
Shadowed figures leaned in doorways, under street lamps. They were all too tall. Too thin. He could not see their faces.
"What street is this?" Mikey heard his brother say. The words were sharp and clear - all the traffic sound was gone. (1,800 words)
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author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fairytale  fic:genre:horror  fic:source:book  activity:rescue  beings:demons  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:magic  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-02  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
february 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Burning Up in the Sun
REC: Life hasn't been the same since the Rift opened. Frank hadn't planned on being stuck in this stupid town, chained to the bar counter like an animal, but just when he thought nothing could suprise him anymore a rockband full of vampires came to his rescue. Very nice worldbuilding and I really liked the gradual way we got to know what had happened in this universe. And the different ways the characters had been touched by the magic was so fitting to their personalities. (2012-11-18)
QUOTE: Bundled up in blankets and tucked into the corner of a couch was an old man, wiry and small, tattoos faded with age. His hair was pure white and stuck up in unruly spikes. He took one look at Frank and asked, "This him?"
Gerard nodded. "Think so."
"Told you," the man said, voice smug.
Sighing, Gerard rolled his eyes and pushed his hair out of his face. "Yeah, I *know*, Bri." Frank had a feeling that this was an old argument.
"Introduce us." Bri was imperious, like an old patriarch. He reminded Frank of his granddad.
"Frank, this is Bri - Brian, our manager. He keeps us on track and out of trouble. Bri, meet Frank, who's last name I don't know. Asshole owner was keeping Frank chained to the bar like a fucking animal."
Brian held out his hand and Frank took it, jerking a little at the crackle of power that came from the contact. Frank looked at Brian, wide-eyed, because he'd never felt that much power before. Brian was strongly Rift-touched, a magic user of some sort. People who could control that much magical energy were few and far between. Also, very dangerous.
"Pleased to meet you," Frank mumbled, trying for polite. It had been a long day, an even longer night, and he really didn't want to inadvertently insult someone with a lot of magical juju and get himself zapped into nothingness.
Laughing, Brian shook his head. "You picked yourself a winner, Gee. Get him cleaned up and bunked down. We've got a long drive ahead of us."
"Thanks, Bri," Gerard said. He started to usher Frank further back, but hesitated just for a moment. "You need anything?"
"Fuck off," Brian said, without heat.
"Okay." Gerard looked like he wanted to say more, but he shrugged and took Frank through the door in the back, guiding him with a light hand on Frank's shoulder.
The bunk area was spacious and dimly lit with strings of old fashioned Christmas lights. Frank decided he was still a little shocky, because the bus seemed much larger than it had looked from the outside. (11,860 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  activity:rescue  activity:performing  beings:vampires  beings:elementals  beings:trolls  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:apocalypse  concept:esp:general  condition:injury  concept:band.with.a.twist  occupation:musician  occupation:wizard/witch  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  smut:biting  setting:on.tour  setting:bar/club  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-11  recced:2012-11  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
november 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: To the Midnight Land
REC: Being a teenager is hard. Being a Blooded teenager is even worse. But Frank is stubborn and he knows what he wants. This was wonderful. I love the universe Aka's created with the different sorts of Shifters and their rich community life. And I love the way she writes Frank and his friends - always being on top of each other, always cuddling and needing physical reaffirmation of their friendship - it's so fitting to what they are. It's also a great coming-of-age story. Getting to see Frank growing up is absolutely delightful. (2012-09-09)
QUOTE: He found Ray, and they went and got sodas and food from the adults manning the grill. Some kind of mechanically processed beef-pork-chicken hot dog for Ray, a hamburger for Frankie. And corn on the cob, roasted and buttery.
There were two boys in line in front of them, one really skinny dude with glasses and a slightly chubby guy with long, black-dyed hair. Frankie heard the name 'Mikey' and had to wonder if these were Mrs. Rush's grandkids.
Shyness was not something that Frankie was familiar with. "Hey, you guys new? Wanna come hang out with me and Ray?" he asked, gesturing with his paper plate of food. "We're gonna sit over there and talk about music and comic books and horror movies, if you're interested."
Ray gave him a raised-eyebrow look and Frankie shrugged. Better to find out now if the new guys were assholes or not. Though Frankie was leaning more toward not, because they didn't smell mean and they didn't look like they'd fit in so well with regular people. Never mind the fact that their family was obviously Blooded or Allied.
The two looked at each other, exchanging significant looks before shrugging. "Sure," the skinny one said.
"C'mon, then," Frankie said, leading the way. He sat down, mindful of his tail, back against the rough bark of a tree. Ray sat next to him, barely touching, and they watched as the other two settled across from them.
Ray took a bite of his hotdog. "I'm Ray, he's Frankie," he said, still chewing.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Frankie shuddered and punched Ray lightly in the arm. "You're such a gross motherfucker."
"Mikey." That was from the skinny one. He nodded toward the other boy, who seemed to be really interested in his food. "Gerard." His lips quirked the tiniest bit. "Cool tail."
Frankie flicked one of his fox ears and grinned, looking at Ray, who rolled his eyes.
"Frankie's been showing the damn thing off for *days* now. He's been really annoying."
Mikey laughed at that, and Gerard shyly peered up at them through his long bangs.
"You're just jealous, because your tail is short and stumpy." Frankie ran his fingers through the soft fur of his tail, still amazed that it was part of him, that he could *feel* it when he touched it.
"Yeah, but when I finally Change, people won't notice my tail. They'll be looking at my claws and teeth." (24,510 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  activity:cuddling  activity:transformation.animate  activity:drinking  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  beings:animals.others  beings:shapeshifter  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:pack  concept:scent  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  condition:in.heat  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:frottage  smut:biting  smut:blowjob  smut:masturbation  setting:forest/jungle  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
september 2012 by turlough
coricomile: Until the Sun Went Down (I Can't Sleep)
REC: Early days Fall Out Boy on tour arrives in Sunnydale and Patrick promptly gets attacked by a demon. Buffy is one of the few old fandoms I still read fic in occasionally and I always love to see crossovers into it and this was a very nice one. Great characterisations - they all felt so right - and dialogue - so snarky and fun - and the baddie and the whole mythological background and how it was connected to Patrick was very well thought out. A thoroughly enjoyable read. (2010-06-27)
QUOTE: "So," Joe says, picking out a guitar from the rack, "is this normal?"
"The demon?" Xander asks. Joe nods, hooking up to the big stack at the corner of the stage. A buzz of static echoes across the venue as he flips it on before evening out to a steady, familiar hum. "Pretty much."
"Don't people, like, get suspicious?" Joe checks his strings with lazy fingers, plucking out quiet chords as he goes along. "Like. *Demons*."
"You'd think. Buffy slays, the day gets saved." There's a note of pride in Xander's voice, clear and crisp. It makes Pete think about his own voice when he’s singing Patrick’s praises. "The police blame it on drugs in the water. The demons are all very hush hush."
Pete's about to ask exactly how many times people think they've been exposed to drugged water, but he's distracted by a flicker of Patrick sneaking backstage to start warming up. He grins to himself and leans his still untuned bass against the wall, following after quietly. Life's about to take an upturn.
Pete's not really sure where he and Patrick stand. There's a lot of late night groping and the occasional making out in the van, and a ridiculous lot of affection everywhere else, but they've never really talked about it. Pete is inches away from being in love so he tries not to push it. Patrick's giving him something and he has to take it as it is or risk it being taken away.
Pete really doesn't want it to be taken away. (20,870 words)
author:coricomile  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Buffy  activity:drug.use  activity:performing  activity:rescue  beings:vampires  beings:demons  concept:music  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  concept:violence  condition:injury  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  setting:bar/club  time:early.days  geography:myth:Sunnydale  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pov:Pete  pov:Patrick  pov:Joe  pov:Andy  challenge:2010.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-06  recced:2010-06  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:crossover 
august 2012 by turlough
coricomile: The Night Leaves Me Restless
REC: Pete and Patrick's relationship is on the brink, the buses breaks down and leave them stranded in a shitty motel, they have to get through a strange carnival. A very interesting story. Creepy, but interesting. I really liked the Patrick characterisation and his complicated relationship with Pete. (2010-04-25)
QUOTE: "Get up." Patrick shoved at Joe, leaned over Pete's still body to reach. Joe snorted, jerking awake, blinking up at him with glazed eyes.
"Did they find something?"
Patrick turned his phone, oddly calm. A line of confusion settled between Joe's thick eyebrows and he patted down his jacket, eyes still on the message. He pulled Pete's Sidekick from his pocket, frowning down at it.
"We have to get him."
"Patrick," Joe started slowly, "he's right here. I know you're worried- we all are man-"
"He's not here, Joe. He." Patrick sat back, glancing at the sharp profile of Pete's face. "Trust me, okay? I know Pete." He didn't say better than anyone else, but the words hung heavy in the air still. "We need to go get him." Joe was silent for a moment, eyes wide and sympathetic.
"Okay," he said softly. Relief settled into Patrick's chest almost immediately. "I'll go get Andy and Mix."
When Joe left, Patrick pressed a kiss to the dry, hot cheek closes to him, fingers going tight around Pete's. There was no response.
"I'm coming," he said quietly. "Hang on." (18,070 words)
author:coricomile  fandom:Bandom  activity:rescue  activity:transformation.animate  activity:transformation.inanimate  concept:quest  concept:supernatural  concept:suicide  concept:violence  condition:injury  things:memories  things:mirrors  relationship:friendship  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  setting:on.tour  setting:circus/carneval/amusement.park  geography:Mexico  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pov:Patrick  challenge:2010.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2010-04  recced:2010-04  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:horror  fic:genre:urban.fantasy 
august 2012 by turlough
turps: Scavenger
REC: When Gerard suffers a loss, Mikey's there for him as always. A wonderful shapechanger story with some lovely imagery. And there is so much love between Mikey and Gerard, and between all of them, it makes me all warm and happy to read. (2012-07-29)
QUOTE: The grasslands are restless tonight. Mikey can feel it, pitched whispers caught within currents, and fragments of emotions that tickle his skin. All around Other are calling, enemies and friend both, words and cries made tattered by distance as Mikey keeps moving and stares into shadows.
Hemmed in on all sides, this small clearing is a space perfect for hiding. But perfection comes at a cost. Safety is a cage that makes Mikey nervous and itch to take flight.
Close by - an arm's length, a frantic jump at the most - Gerard walks too, but slower, like his feet are already tied to the earth. Without looking at Mikey he says, "You should go."
"No," Mikey says simply, and already he knows what is coming, what tack Gerard's about to try next.
"I could order you to go," Gerard says, taking a step back. Arms crossed against his chest he's unnaturally still, command there in the tilt of his head as he stares Mikey down. "You'd have no choice but to leave."
"You could," Mikey agrees, "But you won't."
Mikey would stake his life on that truth, that as much as Gerard remains leader, right now he's just brother, in blood and kin both.
"If I get seen..."
"I'll protect you," Mikey says, and he will, in feathers and skin, attacking with beak and hands. Until then... Mikey steps close to Gerard, ignoring the feelings of *wrong* that makes unseen feathers ruffle. "Sit, you have to be tired."
Briefly, Gerard resists, stands unmoving and then folds to the ground. It's yet another sign of how fucked up this all is, Gerard bent forward, his hair hiding his face. "I need to keep looking."
Mikey agrees, but not now, when daylight is fading and Other are starting to circle - movements in the darkness and high above, the caw of flocks in mid-flight. "Tomorrow, at sun-up." (1,420 words)
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  activity:transformation.animate  beings:birds  beings:shapeshifter  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:magic  concept:supernatural  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  setting:forest/jungle  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2012.H/C.Bingo  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  pov:Mikey  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2012 by turlough
jezrana: A Crack in the Sky
REC: The one where Gerard has psychic abilities and they're paranormal investigators instead of a band. This was a totally engrossing story and I loved the way canon was fitted into this universe. Gerard and Grant's first meeting was just right and so was Gerard and Frank's. And Gerard and Mikey's relationship was absolutely lovely - so much brotherly love and caretaking. I only wish it had been longer. It felt a little like their early years were skimmed over too quickly. (2012-07-15)
QUOTE: Gerard never admits it to the others, but he actually kind of likes driving the graveyard shift. With a giant truck stop coffee in the cupholder, the radio turned low so it doesn't keep the others awake, and nothing but highway stretching out in front of him, he gets to this place that's a weird combination of wired and peaceful. He has to stay focused on driving, but after years of late night drives he can do that with part of his mind and let the rest wander.
It's always a good way to let himself work through things after finishing up a case, and after a case like this he needs it. He can still see the little girl's face in his mind. She'd gone missing years ago and had never been found. At least now her parents know what happened, though part of Gerard wishes he hadn't been the one saddled with the job of telling them. And the girl's at peace, finally. Gerard talked to her, let her rage at him - no, it wasn't fair, and no, he didn't understand why it had happened to her, either - and then sent her off into the dark, to face whatever came next.
He doesn't know what happens to them after that, if there's some kind of afterlife or just oblivion. None of the ghosts he's ever talked to have known, either. As far as Gerard can tell, no one who takes that final step ever comes back to tell about it.
Shit like this is why he doesn't drink anymore. He can imagine how last night would have gone if he did - a drink or two to unwind, then another to try and forget the dead child's face, and then another when that one didn't work, and so on. Better to just not let himself start.
His phone rings, shrill in the quiet, startling Gerard out of his thoughts. He grabs for it before it wakes someone up, and a flash of intuition tells him who it's going to be without even looking at the screen.
"Hey, Mikey," he says as he lifts the phone to his ear.
"Hey," Mikey says. He sounds tired. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
"Nah, I'm driving right now. Case is done, so we're on the way home. How's everything there?"
"Okay," Mikey says, but then adds, "I had a bad dream."
"Anything you want to talk about?" Gerard asks.
"Not much to talk about, really. Just... uneasiness. I was worried it might have something to do with your case; you didn't have any trouble, did you?"
"Not really," Gerard tells him. "I mean, it was a kid; those are always kind of rough. But she went pretty easy."
"Guess it's nothing, then," Mikey says, though he still sounds a little worried. "Just be careful on the road, okay?"
"Sure," Gerard assures him. "And I'll come see you once we're home, okay?"
"Sure." (54,860 words)
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author:jezrana  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  activity:exorcism  activity:therapy  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:demons  beings:ghosts  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:supernatural  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  concept:suicide  concept:possession  condition:PTSD  things:dreams  occupation:supernatural.investigator  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:clinic/hospital  setting:mansion/palace  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:Chicago  location:Paramour.Mansion  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:The.Hush.Sound  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  beings:poltergeist  concept:esp:general  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairi 
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