doctorkilljoy: Ad Astra
october 2016 by turlough
REC: Centuries into the future, the Third Wave of Space Exploration is well underway. Frank, Gerard, and Grant are all members of an expedition exploring an alien planet. This is such a wonderful space AU. I love everything about the exploring of the planet, so many fascinating animals and plants! I also really like the characterisations and the relationships dynamics. So far it's my favourite BBB story this year. (2016-10-02)author:doctorkilljoy fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure activity:research activity:exploring beings:animals.others beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:in.space! concept:polyamory condition:injury occupation:pilot occupation:scientist occupation:explorer relationship:UST relationship:poly smut:blowjob smut:fucking smut:threesome setting:alien.planet setting:spaceship/spacestation geography:UK:Scotland band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence band:Cobra.Starship band:Gym.Class.Heroes band:Fall.Out.Boy pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary) pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary) pov:Frank pov:Gerard pov:Grant.Morrison challenge:2016.BBB +length:long.50k-100k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-09 recced:2016-10 pairing:Gabe/Victoria/Travis(secondary) !!FAVOURITE.FIC
QUOTE: "This is likely unnecessary, but I did promise an introduction. Gerard, this is Frank Iero, the pilot responsible for bringing me the data I showed you. Frank, this is Gerard Way, my teaching assistant and colleague."
"I'm not really a colleague," said Gerard. "I'm still working on my dissertation."
"You're getting a doctorate?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. That way I can run my own expedition. Most universities won't let you run one without a PhD." Gerard explained.
"Holy shit, good for you!" Frank exclaimed, and he meant it. Gerard beamed at him.
"We have some business to attend to," Grand said, and gestured for them both to be seated. Once they were, he said, "I've made some progress since we last spoke."
"Okay, hit me." Frank leaned back in his chair and listened.
"We still don't have a team, beyond the three of us, but I have a few leads. Including funding and preservation."
"We'd need lawyers filing paperwork to make sure that companies like Delta Corp can't sneak up on us and jump our claim," Gerard explained to Frank. "So they'll be fighting for us in court while we prove the planet fits all the criteria for further scientific study."
"Which I've been informed shouldn't be too difficult," said Grant.
"How long do we have to prove it?"
"Three months after our initial landing."
"Shit." That didn't sound long to Frank.
"Nah, it's good. Like two plant samples, one water sample and a live animal should be enough," Gerard said to him.
"Okay. But let's say one of those companies decides to say fuck it and ignore the legal mumbo jumbo. It's not like we can fix it once they start tearing the place apart."
"There are defenses for cases like that." Grant pursed his lips together, as though he were thinking. "We can make the planet safe, and make sure that people who aren't supposed to be there, aren't there."
Frank nodded. "Okay. So what's next?"
"I'm working on assembling a crew, as I said. At least for our first trip," Grant replied. "And we're missing a few key players."
"Do you know any doctors that would be good for this?" Gerard asked. Grant looked at him and Gerard mumbled sheepishly, "Doesn't hurt to ask."
"You're right." Said Grant. "I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. Frank, is there anyone?"
Frank shook his head. "All the people I know who work in engineering or medical are at Delta Corp. And I wouldn't recommend any of them even if they weren't."
"Damn," Grant murmured. "I have a lead on another scientist we can invite, but what we need a mechanic and a doctor."
"Oh! Actually I have a mechanic in mind!" Gerard reminded Grant. "I've got a meeting set up. And Mikey's still looking for doctors who fit the criteria you gave me."
"Mikey's helping?" Frank asked, surprised.
"Yeah. He still knows a billion more people than I do."
"And we can trust him, which in this early stage is very important," Grant concluded.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, that works. What else you gotta do besides all that?"
"I'll be looking at ships in a few weeks," said Grant. "As you'll be the primary pilot, I'd like you to come with me."
"You want me to help you pick out a ship?" Frank asked. He couldn't have been more surprised, since no one of Grant's status had ever taken his opinion seriously before. (55,580 words)
october 2016 by turlough
SunshineAndRoseWater : A World That Sends You Reeling
october 2016 by turlough
REC: Gerard finds that life after the end of the world is scarily like the universe he created for the Danger Days album. A stark take of the Killjoys universe with a hopeful ending. (2016-09-18)author:sunshineandrosewater fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:action/adventure universe:Danger.Days time:future activity:drinking activity:gun.fights activity:rescue beings:kids concept:apocalypse concept:dystopia concept:politics concept:violence concept:char.death(past) condition:injury geography:US:California setting:desert smut:frottage relationship:brothers band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary) pov:Gerard challenge:2016.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-09 recced:2016-09
QUOTE: "We should go," Mikey says, standing by the window. He does this most every night. They live in a rather seedy part of the city known as Mechanic's Corner. Nothing about the location is appealing except for the unobstructed view of the desert beyond the City walls.
Gerard collapses heavily on his bed. He's already exhausted by his long day of work, he's too tired to have this argument with Mikey, again.
"There's too much radiation. Nobody can live out there for long."
"Says who?" Mikey's voice still has that far-away thoughtful quality to it. This hasn't become an argument, yet.
"Says scientists, with degrees."
"Who are employed by the government," Mikey counters.
"Christ, Mikey, don't start."
Mikey turns away from the window. "I have a point and you know it."
"No. No you don't." Gerard tugs at his hair is frustration. "For the thousandth time. This isn't Battery City. The government is not BLI. Life is not a comic book."
"Lots of people would disagree with you," Mikey snaps. "Some of the groups out there even call themselves Killjoys."
Gerard throws his hands out in frustration. "I don't give a flying fuck if they start marching and call themselves The Black Parade, we are not - Wait, how do you know what they're called?"
Mikey looks away. "Never mind."
"Look, the point is that there are people out there who aren't just rolling over for a dictatorial government. There are people who are fighting back."
"Against what?" Gerard asks.
"Against this!" Mikey fires back. "Against a government that's got us in a chokehold. Against a dull, grey world where people are existing, not living. You call this bullshit a life?"
Gerard's anger flares. "This 'bullshit' means a life for Bandit. A safe one where she can achieve something and not just run around a desert wasteland. Where she'll live to be older than I ever will. That is what I care about above all else, you selfish piece of shit."
"What happened to you?" Mikey asks.
"I grew the fuck up," Gerard says. "You should too."
Mikey looks tired all of a sudden. A beat down, worn out tired. He looks a lot like Gerard feels.
"Forget it. Get some sleep."
"Mikey." Gerard puts his hand on Mikey's shoulder, but Mikey brushes it off.
"Just... go to bed, Gee. You need sleep." (26,450 words)
october 2016 by turlough
october 2016 by turlough
REC: When Rowen is possessed by a fleeing nether spirit, he and Ryo must find a way to exorcise it. A nice little adventure fic. It uses the dub version of the names though and that always makes me start a bit. The story's definitely worth reading however. (2016-09-20)author:alessandriana fandom:Yoroiden.Samurai.Troopers fic:category:gen fic:genre:action/adventure beings:Byakuen concept:possession concept:magic geography:Asia:Japan time:future pov:Hashiba.Touma +length:medium.5k-10k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-09 recced:2016-09 geography:myth:Yujakai
QUOTE: He bent back to his equipment, and they fell into a companionable silence for a while; Rowen watching the eclipse through his telescope as it tracked across the sky, and Ryo mostly watching the forest around them. Soon enough the eclipse began to pass through totality. He got plenty of good shots of the red glow across the face of the moon, and only stopped when he reached the end of his roll of film. Leaning back with a satisfied sigh, for the first time since the eclipse had started he looked at the moon itself without the barrier of the telescope between them.
A sudden electric shock jolted down his spine, a deep chill suffusing his bones. He took a sharp breath, rocking back a step. What the hell? He looked wildly over at Ryo, but Ryo was still staring pensively out into the forest, and didn't seem to have noticed whatever had just happened.
"Did you feel that?" he asked sharply.
"Feel what?" Ryo asked, glancing over. His eyebrows drew down when he got a good look at Rowen. Rowen realized he had his arms crossed across his chest, and he was shivering slightly, even though he knew the night was still warm. Grimacing, he forced himself to relax. If Ryo hadn't felt it, that meant it couldn't have been Dynasty. And if it wasn't Dynasty, then it probably wasn't anything to worry about.
"Nothing. I guess it was just my imagination, sorry," he said. Cautiously, he glanced back up at the eclipse, but the sensation didn't repeat itself. And he was starting to feel better, actually; the warmth of the night seeping back into his bones, the constant buzz of the cicadas steadying him. Whatever had happened, it was fading.
Ryo frowned. "Are you sure?"
Rowen flashed a slightly unsteady grin. "Yeah. It was nothing bad, I just felt kind of dizzy for a second. Hey, I'm pretty tired though - I'm gonna head to bed, alright?" Recalling the reason Ryo had come out, he asked, "You gonna be okay?"
"Yeah." Ryo nodded. "Think I'll stay out a little longer." But the frown stayed on his lips as Rowen packed up his equipment, and his gaze followed Rowen all the way back into the house. (9,770 words)
october 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: Come Catch Me
september 2016 by turlough
REC: Frank and Gerard help relocate an Allosaurus arcticus. Another outtake in the The Life of Dinosaurs series. Lots of fun but now I really want there to be white, featherd dinosaurs in our world too! (2016-09-04)author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:slash fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:fluff fic:genre:action/adventure beings:animals.dinosaurs concept:ordinary.lives concept:alternate.world setting:tundra geography:Canada relationship:established band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Frank +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2016-05 recced:2016-09 activity:exploring occupation:explorer
QUOTE: "What's your situation?"
"Well," Frank started. It was embarrassing, to be honest. "I'm inside the cage, of course, and the allosaurus can't get to me, thank fuck." The allosaurus opened its mouth, displaying teeth designed to tear and rend. It tried to get a good grip on the steel bars, but couldn't fit its head very far between them. It yanked and the cage jerked a few feet across the snowy ground.
About 300 feet away, Frank could see the tundra rover where Brian, Gerard, Ray, Mikey, and their A. arcticus expert, Kenojuak Ashevak, were safely ensconced, away from any allosaurus with big, gnashy teeth. There was a grinding sound, and Frank watched, alarmed, as the allosaurus chewed on one of the thick metal rods that made up walls of the cage.
"I'm safe for now, but it looks like with some effort, the allosaurus can get through the bars." He sat down on the ground and crossed his legs, because his knees were suddenly wobbly.
He could hear Kenojuak talking calmly in the background. "Well, Kenojuak says they can put a lot of pressure behind their bite, so yeah. The cage wasn't made to withstand a determined allosaurus with time on its... uh, claws," Gerard said.
"Ask him what the fuck happened," Brian said. "I swear to God, he told me he hit the mark. "
"I did!" Frank was indignant. "Tell Brian that I did!" (2,290 words)
september 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Sharpest Lives 'verse Ebook (Sharpest Lives 'verse 1)
november 2015 by turlough
REC: Aka has made an ebook for The Sharpest Lives series! With illustrations by josie, hooray! (2015-10-18)author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:PWP universe:Sharpest.Lives.verse concept:ordinary.lives concept:apocalypse concept:dystopia concept:rebellion occupation:musician occupation:rebel setting:desert geography:myth:Battery.City band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Party.Poison(primary) pairing:g3rard/Party.Poison(primary) pov:Gerard pov:Party.Poison +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-08 recced:2015-10 !!FAVOURITE.FIC !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC universe:Danger.Days
QUOTE: I will try my best to continue creating ebook updates as I write more stories in this 'verse.
It is available in .epub and .mobi format, but be warned, the .mobi format is not as pretty as the .epub.
It contains 34 stories, ~40,045 words, and eight pieces of awesome art.
november 2015 by turlough
turps: Burn Ever Bright
june 2015 by turlough
REC: When Gerard isn't selected by a dragon he thinks his life is over. But he is wrong, it has only just started. This is an absolutely lovely story. It's sad and aweinspiring, funny and bittersweet. And as usual I love the way Terri writes the Way brothers - their close mental bond and how deeply they love each other. The way she writes this world is also wonderful. It feels very tangible, very real. Gerard's first view of the valley and the dragons will stay with me for a long time. (2015-05-31)author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:character.study fic:source:fanart activity:flying beings:dragons concept:ordinary.lives concept:char.death.minor concept:war concept:esp:empathy concept:esp:telepathy condition:injury concept:magic relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest relationship:poly relationship:friendship smut:blowjob smut:frottage smut:groupsex setting:other.world band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary) pov:Gerard challenge:2015.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-05 recced:2015-05
QUOTE: If stepping into the shadow is creepy, the sidestep into the rock is even more so. In a blink nearly all light is gone, and Gerard is all too aware of the rock that surrounds him so completely. The only sound is his own breathing, and Gerard takes careful sidesteps, the tunnel sides narrowing and scraping against his stomach and back on occasions.
Clutching his bag at his side, Gerard takes slow deliberate breaths, reminding himself Frank said it's not actually far, no matter how it seems like Gerard's been inside of this rock forever.
"You're only a few steps away now." Ray's voice is welcome, and Gerard narrows his eyes when he sees light spilling into the tunnel. "Around a corner and you're here."
Gerard quickens his side steps, eager for fresh air as he steps into bright sunshine, and onto a ledge where he can look down into a long and bowled valley - one that's filled with dragons, some awake, some slumbering, and some commanding the air, swooping and roaring, leaving flaring flames and smoke trails behind them.
At first, Gerard thinks that he's dreaming, or hallucinating, because nothing he's experienced in life has prepared him for this. Unlike the neat dragon pens back in the corps, these dragons are spread out and roam free, dozens of them, so many that Gerard doesn't know where to look first.
Some lumber across the valley floor, huge and yet dainty in the way they look around, their brilliant, shimmering scales catching the light. While others seem to be napping, curled up and looking like vast living hills, their wings tucked in and tails stretched out over the rock.
It's the most magnificent thing Gerard's ever seen, like a colourful, amazing fantasy land made real.
"This is another mirage, right?" Gerard says, because no way is this real. It can't be, it's not possible that something so amazing has been tucked away out of sight at the top of this mountain. "Those are dragons. *Big* dragons. Wild dragons."
"They're real, and they've been here for a long while now," Ray says, his hair blowing against his face when one of the bigger dragons stretches its body and flaps red-tipped green wings. (20,000 words)
june 2015 by turlough
Tigress33: Older Than Water (Stubborn As Stone)
june 2015 by turlough
REC: When Gerard was young he thought there were two types of people, Chosen and Not Chosen. Now he knows there are the lucky and those like him, the unlucky. A cool story with a nice Gerard characterisation. I hope there will be more some day. I really want to know how Gerard and his dragon's relationship develops and see more of this fascinating world. (2015-05-31)author:tigress33 fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure fic:source:fanart activity:stealing beings:dragons beings:Grant.Morrison concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:magic concept:mindmeld/soulbond condition:illness condition:injury occupation:artist/designer occupation:wizard/witch relationship:friendship setting:other.world band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pov:Gerard challenge:2015.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-05 recced:2015-05
QUOTE: Gerard, pinned, clenched his eyes and breathed out when the dragon closed its fangs around his neck, counting down. He felt the fangs break skin and prepared himself. He knew he couldn't get out of this. Grant had wasted so much on him. Even Wentz and Stump, who had put their faith in him to complete some mission. His partner, still out there and waiting for him, still hurting and as angry as him at the world for failing them.
The dragon clenched its jaw, but nothing happened after skin was broken. He could feel the dragon trembling, feel the rage boiling under skin and scale, but he wasn't dead. It pulled back from him like he had burnt it, and screamed again, sounding even angrier than before. It bit him on the shoulder this time, but after skin was broken it went no deeper. Gerard could *feel* the desperation in it, feel how much it wanted to hurt him but, at the same time, couldn't. Could feel how, like him, it was throwing away the sword after each threat of violence.
On the fourth bite, Gerard felt tears. He knew dragons could cry, though it was through a different physiological system than humans, but he hadn't quite believed it until then, when, through the growling and biting, tears dripped onto him.
Gerard felt his eyes well and, without reason, he began to sob. The dragon reared back and he reached out, caught her face in his and pressed their foreheads together. There was a light, so bright it blinded, but it was gone almost before it had begun as the dragon broke the connection. She slammed her clawed foot into his chest, breaking through shirt and skin again, and snarled at him.
"How could you leave me!?" She shouted, her wings spreading wide, to intimidate, "*How could you leave me!?*"
"I didn't!" Gerard said desperately, "I could never -"
"Now!" A new voice unnoticed and loud, yelled. There was a thin sound and she went down on top of him, tears still streaming from her hazing eyes. Gerard gasped, felt his vision darken and his lungs collapse on him like she had. He was out before the people from before were on them. Somehow, even unconscious, Gerard had to be peeled away from his grip on her. (25,180 words)
june 2015 by turlough
primsong: Reciprocal Quandaries
march 2015 by turlough
REC: Together with the Second Doctor, Ben, Polly, and Jamie visits the 1900 Paris Exposition and of course get entangled in a dastardly plot. An entertaining story with engaging plot and good characterisations. Polly is particularly nicely written and seeing the Exposition through the eyes of the characters is lots of fun. (2015-03-08)author:primsong fandom:Doctor.Who fic:category:gen fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:fluff activity:brawling activity:kidnapping activity:rescue activity:robbery activity:sightseeing activity:time.travel concept:doppelganger companion:Jamie.McCrimmon companion:Polly.Wright companion:Ben.Jackson doctor:3rd period:19th.century geography:Europe:France things:Tardis +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2010-10 recced:2015-03
QUOTE: "Ah, here we are now," the Doctor said bustling back into the console room and tweaking the scanner. "Yes. Exactly right. Paris exposition of 1900." He peered up at the image thoughtfully and rubbed his chin. "It appears we're behind some sort of mechanical display, a diesel engine, perhaps. Diesels were quite new at this time. And good, good! We're just before the awards were given out. Oh yes, I would like to see that." He adjusted the stove-pipe hat he'd perched on his head and stuffed a clean handkerchief into his front pocket.
"Are ye sure about that hat?" asked Jamie
"Sure about it?" the Doctor said indignantly. "I thought it looked rather nice."
"Oh, it does!" said Ben a little too breezily. The Doctor frowned at this, his chin jutting out as he contemplated a rebuff to their needling. Ben opened his mouth again, but Polly elbowed him sharply.
"It looks fine," she assured, "Very stylish and... very... tall!"
The frown vanished to be replaced with a beaming smile. "Yes, I thought so too. Thank you, Polly." He reached up and adjusted it again. "And all of you look just fine."
"What about Jamie?" asked Ben, gesturing at the image on the scanner. "He's not dressed like those blokes."
"No need to worry," the Doctor assured them, poking a couple buttons on the console and reaching for the door control. "He won't be out of place. The exposition had people in traditional and native dress from all sorts of nations. It's what you might call 'cosmopolitan' but only in a limited way, since most of the cosmos isn't really represented, but for Earth it's quite nice, yes, quite nice."
The doors swung open.
"Oh. Hm," the Doctor said. There was barely enough room for them to squeeze out past stacked wooden crates.
"Need to practice where you park it," Polly smiled.
"At least it's hidden well enough," Ben said. "They didn't have police boxes in 1900, did they?"
The four of them carefully made their way around a large metal fabrication of some kind, edged around a large wooden sign and joined in with the light crowd that was flowing along the hall and out the wide doorways. The weather was mild and comfortable with only a bit of a breeze to stir the feathers on the ladies hats and lend the various buntings and pennants some motion. Ben and Polly looked around somewhat wide-eyed at the amazing variety of booths, buildings and activities. Jamie adjusted his plaid a bit nervously and stepped closer to the Doctor, who was turning in a slow circle so he could see everything and looking quite pleased.
"Oh look, look there," he chirped, giving his hands a little clap of delight. "Candy floss! Yes, here's something you'll like, I'm sure of it. It was brand new at this expo, you know, and just lovely stuff. We'll have to have some." Ben and Polly tagged along after him in amusement as he made a beeline for one of the gaily decorated booths.
"Candy floss?" asked Jamie in an undertone.
"Spun sugar," Polly clarified. "Slow down, Ben."
Jamie nodded. "Aye, well, that explains it. He's always that quick for sweets." He grinned as he left them behind to catch up with the bobbing stovepipe hat; the Doctor was rapidly vanishing into the crowd. By the time he caught up with him, he was in the short queue for a gaily-decorated booth and digging around in his jacket pocket for money.
"Ah, there you are. Here, hold this," he said, handing Jamie a wad of multicoloured bills and sifting through a small handful of coins. He looked up as Ben and Polly reached them, apologizing as they edged around a rather large woman who had joined the queue in the meantime.
"There's a sign back there," Ben gestured. "Says the Turbinia's t' be seen along the quay!"
"What's a turbinya?" asked Jamie.
"A ship," said Polly, rolling her eyes at Ben's naval obsessions as the queue shuffled forward.
"The Turbinia wasn't just any ship, Pol," defended Ben. "She was the fastest ship in the world!" (31,510 words)
march 2015 by turlough
Netgirl_y2k: All These Things That We've Done
march 2015 by turlough
REC: Liz and the Brigadier get to travel with the Third Doctor. A delightful little story with great characterisations of Liz and the Brig. (2015-03-08)author:netgirl_y2k fandom:Doctor.Who fic:category:gen fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:AU beings:aliens beings:ice.warriors setting:alien.planet things:Tardis companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart companion:Liz.Shaw doctor:3rd +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2010-03 recced:2015-03
QUOTE: Liz was fascinated by the alien planet. She was two hundred yards south of the TARDIS, examining a fragment of the glass like substance that made up the majority of the landscape. Luckily, the Brigadier was more singularly minded.
"Another world, Doctor. You've brought Miss Shaw and myself to another world without even asking our opinions."
"Oh, do try to enjoy yourself, Brigadier. You're standing on ground no human being has stood on before, breathing air never breathed before."
"That's a lovely sentiment, Doctor. But what about the Earth?"
"I'll set the coordinates to take you back. I won't have such a," the Doctor fumbled for the right word, "sourpuss in my TARDIS!"
"I think you've upset him," observed Liz, who'd picked her way back across the broken landscape just in time to watch the Doctor swish his cape and flounce back into the TARDIS.
"Do you know, Miss Shaw, I think I might have."
"Still," she said, "this place is incredible. The odds of there being another planet with a breathable atmosphere are astronomical, and just look at this landscape."
"It's the stars I can't get used to. Look at the sky, it's so different from the night sky anywhere on Earth."
"I would never have guessed you were a stargazer, Brigadier. Watching the skies for threats from other worlds?"
"Always, Miss Shaw, always." (1,960 words)
march 2015 by turlough
Llywela: Life Goes On
march 2015 by turlough
REC: The Doctor has left UNIT but life goes on and so do extra-terrestial incursions. The one where Liz Shaw is drafted back into UNIT to help deal with the latest mystery, while Sarah Jane is trying to cope with Earth-bound life again. A great UNIT casefile with nice characterisations of both Liz and Sarah Jane. (2015-03-08)author:llywela fandom:Doctor.Who fic:category:gen fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:action/adventure activity:gun.fights activity:rescue activity:time.travel beings:aliens companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart companion:Benton companion:Sarah.Jane.Smith companion:Liz.Shaw companion:Harry.Sullivan +length:long.50k-100k !meta:rec:fic posted:2012-09 recced:2015-03
QUOTE: "Fine, be like that. I'll go and say good morning to the Brigadier instead, then, see if he's any more welcoming. It was nice to meet you, Professor Shaw."
"Liz," said Liz with a smile, amused by their antics and wondering again what their relationship was, what this journalist was doing at UNIT, seemingly as comfortable as if she belonged here.
"See you later, Harry," Sarah added as she left the room, while behind her back, Liz regarded him with raised eyebrows.
"Girlfriend?" she asked in her driest tone, since that still seemed the most likely explanation, but Harry seemed both genuinely startled and absolutely mortified that she should think such a thing.
"What? Oh, no! No, Sarah's a friend, and, you see, she's, uh, she was connected to the Doctor, and now she's... uh..." He was frowning as he came stuttering to a halt, looking confused, as if now that he came to think about it, he couldn't actually come up with any official reason for Sarah's presence.
Connected to the Doctor, eh? How would a freelance journalist be connected to the Doctor and why should that connection allow her access to UNIT headquarters in the middle of a top secret investigation now that he was no longer here? But Harry seemed a bit too flustered about the misunderstanding to be able to explain Sarah's UNIT connections properly; it would probably be easier to ask the woman herself, should she reappear. Liz took pity on him and changed the subject. "Never mind. How's our patient this morning?"
"Oh, I've got the overnight report here," he told her with visible relief, picking up a file and handing it to her. "It seems rather more responsive than it was, actually - the coma appears to be lightening."
Liz scanned the report, which meticulously detailed the alien's vitals, as recorded by the duty staff overnight. "So it might actually wake up at some point, then," she noted, wryly adding, "The Brigadier will be pleased - he'll get to interrogate it at last, find out if he should be preparing for battle."
Harry snorted. "Well, if it is the spearhead of an invasion, they've got a jolly funny way of going about it!"
"Yes, haven't they just," she dryly agreed.
Leaving the patient care to the practising physician, she focused her attention for the time being on the alien's armour. Although the catches that had secured it in place were no longer live, there were plenty of other built-in devices to examine, some of which were clearly weapons, while others still remained a total mystery, and she was determined to learn as much as she could about them.
Sarah drifted back in after a while, bearing a tray of steaming mugs that she'd just taken off a young private out in the hallway, and the news that another of the fissures had opened and then closed again, somewhere out in the wilds - the Brigadier was taking a team out to investigate and would be back with more news later. "And apparently a person came through this time - a human, I mean. Out cold, just like your friend over there. He's been taken to hospital, but the Brig's going to arrange to have him brought here, so you'll need to set up for another patient, Harry," she added.
"He should have waited for me," said Liz, exasperated - what was the point of him having her brought in to work on the investigation if he was going to leave her out of it? "I might have learned something useful from an examination of the site." (50,170 words)
march 2015 by turlough
turps: Comfort in Sound
march 2015 by turlough
REC: The one where they're art thieves and Pete is a really annoying psychic. This was a great story, both fun and serious. I love how Pete's oversharing is both annoying and one of the things that helps holding them together. And I also loved the deft way the writer use their banter and Gerard's thoughts to show us the characters of all the guys. (2015-02-22)author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:action/adventure activity:stealing activity:rescue concept:ordinary.lives concept:esp:telepathy condition:injury relationship:friendship relationship:established band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary) pov:Gerard challenge:2015.No.Tags +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2015-02 recced:2015-02
QUOTE: Pete's wearing a black hoodie, one that's at least two sizes too big. With the hood up and sleeves completely covering his hands it looks like he's hiding: and maybe he is. Despite the explanations and demonstrations, despite running as a crew for so long, Gerard still isn't sure of Pete's thing.
"My thing is beautiful," Pete says then, his eyes gleaming from within the shadowy recess of his hood. "I can show you if you want, or ask Mikey. He's seen it."
"No one wants to see your thing," Ray cuts in, as if there's even a chance Gerard was about to say yes. Which he wasn't. There's no need to, Gerard's already seen it enough.
"Ah, but it wasn't a real look," Pete says, and starts grinning with all those many many white teeth. "You only caught a glimpse, it's more impressive than that."
"What's more impressive?" Mikey asks, causing the van to tilt briefly as he climbs inside and squashes onto the bench seat between Pete and Gerard. "Did you get me a coffee?"
"My thing, and yes," Pete says, handing an extra large takeout cup to Mikey. "It's got a foam heart under the lid, Gerard asked for it. I think it's a symbol of our everlasting and destined by fate love."
"Gerard's love for you?" Mikey asks, sounding interested as he glances at Gerard before taking a long drink of coffee. Putting down the cup he wipes at his mouth and adds, "Pete's thing *is* more impressive. He'll show you sometime."
"No he won't." Ray turns in his seat and takes a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "No one want's to see Pete's thing. Pete's thing isn't an issue today, and you need to stop focussing in."
The last is addressed to Pete, who shrugs and pulls down his hood, blinking as his eyes are exposed to the light. "I couldn't help it, Gerard was thinking too hard."
"Gerard always thinks too hard, it's what he does," Ray says, and reaches behind him, pointedly tapping one of the monitors that line the van's side. "We've got ten minutes before the galley shuts for the day. We should be discussing the plan, not Pete's penis." (2,460 words)
march 2015 by turlough
JohnAmendAll: Business as Usual
march 2015 by turlough
REC: You really can put UNIT anywhere in any time and they will still be UNIT. As this charming and entertaining adventure prooves. I was particularly fond of the characterisation of Jo. She's wonderfully lighthearted and determined and sharp. Just as she should be. (2015-02-22)author:johnamendall fandom:Doctor.Who fic:category:gen fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure companion:Jo.Grant companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart doctor:3rd master:Delgado beings:aliens things:Tardis period:18th.century +length:medium.10k-20k !meta:rec:fic posted:2010-05 recced:2015-02
QUOTE: "Quite so. Well, Doctor?"(also at http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=36825 )
The Doctor frowned. "Well, what?"
"How do you propose to investigate this?"
"What makes you think I will?" The Doctor gestured at his workbench. "There's quite enough that needs doing here. The TARDIS -"
"The TARDIS will still be here tomorrow, Doctor."
"That's rather the point," the Doctor grumbled. "And the next day, and the next week, and the next year, unless I can bypass the override on the dematerialisation circuit. And I won't be able to do that - I won't even be able to build the necessary tools to do it - if you keep distracting me with ridiculous stories about ghosts and superstitious villagers."
"Oh, come on, Doctor," Jo said. "It's a lovely day. And the change of air will do us all good, I'm sure."
"And give you the chance to impress a lot of people with your new dress?" The Doctor rubbed his neck. "Well, I suppose it can't hurt to take a closer look into things. I'll take Jo with me. If I need you to blow anything up I'll send for you."
The Brigadier frowned. "Doctor, are you sure that's wise? We'll be several hours' march away."
"Exactly. Far enough away that you can't cause any trouble with your cannons and your muskets while I'm trying to bring about a peaceful settlement. Come along, Jo."
The Doctor rose to his feet and swept out. Jo gave the Brigadier an apologetic look, and followed suit.
Left on his own, the Brigadier contemplated the fact that on many previous occasions, the Doctor had dismissed his men and their from consideration in similar terms. On a good number of those occasions, it had turned out that they weren't quite as unnecessary as the Doctor had thought. It might be as well to make a few preparations, just in case.
"Benton!" he called. (12,900 words)
march 2015 by turlough
july 2014 by turlough
REC: Gerard hadn't even been sober for two months when the first bombs fell, completely obliterating New Jersey and New York. At least he still has Mikey and their soulbond. But nothing lasts forever, not even brotherhood. You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. I absolutely love the way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written. It's so distinct and unusual. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking to read. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and has also changed the way they relate. I always like stories where the friendship between all the guys is just as important as the romance and this story definitely delivers on that. In fact the only thing I can think of in this story that I don't like, is all the glimpses we get of things that are just begging to be followed up and made into their own stories. Which isn't so much a complaint as a wish to read more in this universe :-) If you like Killjoys fic you must definitely try this one out. (2014-07-27) You would think that there wouldn't be anything new to say in the Killjoys universe but you would be completely wrong. This story is proof positive of that. It's a wonderful story about memory and identity, loss and grief and love. If you like Danger Days stories you must definitely give this one a try! The way Gerard and Mikey's soulbond is written is so distinct and unusual. I love how differently they experience it. That it's not the same for both of them makes it more real somehow. And the role their bond plays when they get Mikey back from BL/Ind is fascinating. The interplay between their soulbond and Mikey's amnesia and the way their relationship changes beyond all recognition is a fantastic read. And Gerard's grief and confusion and love during this period is heartbreaking. Something else I really liked is how clear it is that what they've seen and done during the years since the first bombs fell has changed everyone in the band and the way they relate. I also loved that the friendship between all the guys in the band is just as important as Gerard and Mikey's struggles with their changing relationship. Ray and Gerard's friendship is a thing of love and the talk towards the end between Gerard and Frank is stark and revealing and utterly fantastic. (2014-08-31)author:mournful_optimist fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:character.study activity:gun.fights activity:hacking activity:kidnapping activity:rescue activity:performing beings:draculoids beings:kids concept:apocalypse concept:brainwashing concept:dystopia concept:mindmeld/soulbond concept:music concept:rebellion concept:sobriety concept:torture concept:violence concept:war condition:amnesia condition:injury condition:PTSD geography:US:California occupation:rebel relationship:friendship relationship:brothers relationship:Waycest relationship:UST setting:desert setting:on.tour smut:fucking smut:handjob things:Trans.Am time:pre-band time:early.days things:tattoos band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy band:Panic.at.the.Disco pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) pairing:Ray/Show.Pony(secondary) pov:Gerard challenge:2014.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2014-07 recced:2014-07 !!FAVOURITE.KILLJOYS.FIC !!FAVOURITE.FIC universe:Danger.Days
QUOTE: A sudden high screech of violin makes Gerard's breath catch. It stings deep down in his mind, but it's barely a surprise at this point. Mikey's agony flickers in and out at random intervals these days. There's nothing Gerard can do except try not to make it worse, which means pushing down his own emotions. The rage frightens Mikey, but it's automatic - BL/ind is torturing Gerard's brother. It's funny how Gerard used to think he understood *revenge*. He hadn't even grasped the concept back then.
"Please tell me that's not his only copy," begs a voice from behind him.
Gerard turns. It's just DecayDance, looming even though he's a short fucker. In the background, Dr. D is leading Stereo Nova into the inner office, the two of them conversing in low secret murmurs.
"Come on, don't tell me you don't like that album," Decay insists.
Gerard looks down. He's holding a scratched-to-shit copy of The White Album. He sets it aside. "Two pristine copies in the vault," he answers blankly. He doesn't hate Decay, but the dude can be taxing at the best of times, and Gerard's concentration is split. Most of his mind is busy with Mikey.
Unfortunately Decay doesn't take the hint, squatting down a few feet away with a jaunty, "Fancy meeting you here." The real problem is, Gerard and Decay already have an understanding between them, and Gerard can't be too much of an asshole if he isn't prepared to break the truce and face the consequences. Allies are difficult to come by lately with Korse always tracking them, and Decay is well-connected and almost universally liked, which makes him valuable to know.
It's always messy to meet someone in the 'zones that you knew before the war. DecayDance leads the Youngbloods, and Party Poison has to deal with him when the two crews cross paths. Gerard wishes Pete Wentz had less distinctive eyes, or he wouldn't have known who was underneath the disguise of wild black dreads and thick beard, and they wouldn't have this awkwardness, this *I know who you are* tension.
Gerard tosses his head to get his filthy red hair out of his eyes. "What do you want, Decay?" Best to set the terms at the beginning.
"Heard you're looking for information. I might have a line on something," Decay says.
His heart pounds. Anything would help, it's been so long. But Gerard keeps a neutral expression. "Might?"
Decay shuffles closer, too close for Gerard's comfort, but more private. Even in safe places, you can't be too careful, and Gerard can respect that. (31,480 words)
july 2014 by turlough
annemari: Find Out Your Hiding Places Again
november 2013 by turlough
REC: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating. The one where Gerard and Mikey have become superheroes on different sides. I love how lowkey this was. Just two brothers finally talking after having drifted apart. annemari write such lovely Way brothers interaction. (2013-11-03)author:annemaris fandom:Bandom fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:AU activity:rescue concept:superpowers condition:injury occupation:vigilante occupation:musician relationship:brothers setting:mall setting:clinic/hospital time:post-band band:My.Chemical.Romance pov:Gerard challenge:2013.Bandom_Meme.Exchange +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-10 recced:2013-11
QUOTE: Gerard doesn't think he's lost enough blood to start hallucinating.
"Shit," Mikey says. "Shit, Gee, what the fuck?"
"How?" Gerard asks. "How do you - how did I - ow, fuck, motherfucker."
"Stop moving," Mikey says. "Okay, now get up, we have to go."
"That's a contradiction," Gerard says, and lets Mikey pull him up. His side is bleeding, and it really hurts like a motherfucker, but his costume absorbed some of the impact and helped keep the worst damage at bay.
"But -" Gerard wheezes, leaning heavily on Mikey. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"What are *you* doing here?"
"I asked you first. Ow."
"Easy," Mikey says. "Shit, we need to get you to the hospital."
"I'm fine," Gerard says automatically. He stumbles, and groans when the wound throbs. Fucking ow. "Okay, never mind. A hospital sounds really good."
There's a blast to their right and Mikey curses and pulls them to cover behind a shelf. "Can't you tell your guys to fucking back off?"
Gerard rests his head against the shelf, panting. "Hey," he says. "We. We didn't start this."
Mikey doesn't reply; he pulls Gerard up again and they keep moving. Gerard follows him blindly; he pushed his mask up when he got hit and the enemy ran up to him. Except the enemy turned out to be *Mikey*. (2,730 words)
november 2013 by turlough
anonymous: The Heart You Need
october 2013 by turlough
REC: Frank gets Tested again when he's seven and afterwards he's transfered to a new school where he meets Mikey and Gerard. A totally fabulous Killjoys origin story set in space. With psi powers! It's a fastpaced, well-written story with great characterisations and fantastic worldbuilding, and it doesn't feel even half as long as it is. In fact, I wouldn't mind reading another 90,000 words of their further adventures! (2013-10-13) A totally fabulous Killjoys origin story set in space. With psi powers! It's a fastpaced, well-written story with great characterisations and fantastic worldbuilding, and it's also a great coming-of-age story. Frank's development from young child to teenager-on-the-verge-of-adulthood is wonderfully well-written. His internal voice always feel completely right for his age. Don't be scared by the lenght. It doesn't feel even half as long as it is. In fact, I wouldn't mind reading another 90,000 words of Frank, Gerard, Mikey, and Ray's further adventures! (2013-10-30)author:anonymous fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:character.study activity:drinking activity:drug.use activity:gun.fights activity:moving activity:rescue activity:sabotage beings:Grant.Morrison beings:kids beings:teenagers concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:dystopia concept:esp:telepathy concept:esp:general concept:mindmeld/soulbond concept:politics concept:rebellion occupation:student.elementary.school occupation:student.college occupation:intern occupation:businessman occupation:politician occupation:rebel relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:frottage smut:masturbation smut:telepathic.sex setting:alien.planet setting:spaceship/spacestation setting:elementary.school setting:office band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Frank challenge:2013.BBB +length:long.50k-100k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-08 recced:2013-10 !!FAVOURITE.FIC concept:in.space! universe:Danger.Days
QUOTE: 'Frank?' Gerard's voice pressing against his mind didn't even surprise him; Frank struggled upright, shaking out the arm he'd landed on. 'Are you awake?' Gerard went on, his mind-voice sharp with something - excitement? Or panic? Frank shook his head, trying to settle his thoughts back into place.
'I am now. What is it, what's wrong?' He couldn't help the worry that crept into his own tone; he'd spent the last two days at school trying not to think about what kind of trouble Gerard could be in that he wouldn't let Frank help with. In the dark, with the House and the city asleep around him and Gerard's mind bleeding urgency through their link, it rose up like a wave of dread, threatening to swallow him.
'No, I'm sorry, just -' It was like Gerard cut himself off for a moment, dropping out of the link almost entirely before coming back. 'Did you mean it, that you'd help me? I was gonna - we had it set up, it was gonna be fine, but something happened, I don't even know... We gotta do it now, and Mikey won't stay the fuck home - can you get out, you think? I don't think I can manage myself, not for all of us.'
'What?' Frank couldn't make much sense of that, Gerard's thoughts were jumping about all over the place, but if he needed his help... 'Where are you?' he sent, tilting his head to listen to the house. Apart from Uncle Tony drowsing in front of some holo in the back sitting room, everyone was asleep. Frank fumbled his way over to the closet, grabbing for clothes so he could change out of his pajamas.
'End of your street,' Gerard replied, and, 'Are you sure, Frankie? We could get in trouble, like, *real* trouble.' Frank could feel the excitement that filtered through the link, though, and it sent a little thrill shivering through him too as he scrambled into pants and a hoodie. He reached for his sneakers with his mind, floating them behind him as he cracked open the door and tiptoed down the hall. If he tried to go out the front in the middle of the night, the security monitor would freak, but there was a spot in back by the compound wall...
He had to stop on the back porch to stamp his feet into his shoes, but climbing the tree was easy; he'd done it a hundred times. Getting over the wall was trickier; Frank's hand slipped off the branch too soon, and there was a sickening lurch of falling for a moment before he could gather his wits together and *shove* toward the ground to cushion himself. He still scraped the heels of his hands on the rough gravel of the path, and the Fernandes' watchdog next door started barking from the noise, but Frank took off running and it had shut up by the time he reached the street.
'Gee?' Both the moons were up; it was totally bright, and Frank examined his stinging palms, picking out crumbs of dug-in stone. He wasn't even bleeding; score.
'This way.' It was like a tug on his mind, and Frank turned automatically, trotting up the street. It must be really late; there weren't any shuttlecars out, the air silent and cool. He couldn't see Gerard, but he could feel him, the hum of his mind behind his shields, so Frank only jumped a tiny bit when a hand darted out of the bushes and tugged him off the street. (93,440 words)
october 2013 by turlough
snarkydame: Frank Iero, AI
october 2013 by turlough
REC: The post apocalypse cyberpunk crime noir story where Frank is an private detective and an AI. This is an amazing story. The worldbuilding is wonderfully vivid and intricate and the characters feel really true both to themselves and the setting. And the writing is gorgeous. Definitely my favourite story in this round. (2013-09-29) This is an amazing story. The worldbuilding is fantastically vivid and intricate and the characters feel very true, both to themselves and the setting. And the writing is gorgeous. (2013-10-30) I love and adore the worldbuilding in this story. The idea of uploading millions of people to an already enormous virtual reality in an effort to save them from the apocalypse is both fantastic and thoughtprovoking and the result is a world I would love to hear more about. For all the immediacy and richness of this story, it's still just scratching a tiny bit at the surface of this incredibly vivid and intricate world. (2013-11-19)author:snarkydame fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:het fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:cyberpunk fic:genre:action/adventure activity:rescue activity:hacking concept:ordinary.lives concept:artificial.intelligence concept:virtual.reality concept:apocalypse concept:violence concept:quest occupation:police/detective occupation:adventurer occupation:hacker/programmer relationship:UST setting:virtual.world band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(primary) pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Frank challenge:2013.No.Tags +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-09 recced:2013-09 !!FAVOURITE.FIC
QUOTE: He turned around, finally. "I've heard of you," he said.(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1051533 )
"Everyone's heard of me." I was fucking famous.
"I need your help."
"Stands to reason." No one sought me out to chat about the weather.
"I need to find some people," he said, hooking his hands in his coat pockets. "I've been looking since the Crash."
"You and half the world," I said, and meant it. Most of the new additions hadn't been conscious when they'd been connected - no choice of landing, no Guides. HELENA was a big, big place to wake up in.
"I've heard you can help me."
"Depends. Can you afford me?"
"Depends," he said, smiling that same lopsided smile. "What are you charging this week?"
"Hmmm." Charging coin was pointless - all I had to do was rewrite some code. Pull it out of the damn ether. Bartering was more for fun than anything else.
"Who am I looking for?"
"A ninja," he said, "and a bird. At least, that's the latest description I have of him."
Well. He *had* been in some interesting Sectors.
I rubbed a finger through the dust I'd allowed to settle on my desk. It's all about atmosphere, this detective business. I was particularly proud of the shadows cast by the slowly spinning ceiling fan.
"For a ninja, and what may or may not be a bird? I'll need a save crystal, Blue Grade. And a Trans-Sector warp key." Couldn't spin those out of raw code. Too unstable without without authorization. Which meant they were rare, and getting rarer.
Theory was, there wasn't anyone left on the outside to authorize new ones.
He held out a hand. After a moment, in which I tried and failed to remember anyone who knew who I was offering to touch me voluntarily, I took it.
"I'm Gerard," he said. "I'll take those terms." (3,600 words)
october 2013 by turlough
ohnoktcsk: And Me Here On the Ground
september 2013 by turlough
REC: Frank's worked hard to build a life for himself in the city and he's content with what he has: a job as a bike courier, friends who love to give him shit, and a crush on a professor of art history at the local university. But he's also got a secret - one he's been running from for a long time. This is a fabulous story! A wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in, and it works and it's glorious. The worldbuilding is fantastic. The mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. I love the way Frank is written. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all make him feel very real and also very likeable. And the climax and conclusion to the story was absolutely fantastic. It was so exciting and intense I read it all in one huge gulp and could literally not look away from the screen. This is definitely my favourite story so far of this wave. (2013-09-22) Best of 2013 - Most Interesting Fantasy AU & Best Frank Characterisation: This is a wonderful mix of urban and high fantasy, with fairy tales and domestic fluff added in. You wouldn't think it could possibly work but it does and it's glorious. It has fantastic worldbuilding, the mix of the magical and strange with the ordinary and humdrum, and the glimpses we get of both ancient and recent history are totally fascinating. Not only is this a fabulous story, it also has an absolutely first class Frank characterisation. His growing love of Gerard, his friendship with Dewees and his instant connection with Ray, his wariness of Grant and the old magic, and whatever it is he's trying not to remember - it all makes him feel very real, very human, and also very likeable. Finally it's also a story that has a truely great ending. The climax and conclusion was so exciting and intense I could literally not look away from the screen when I first read it. I had to read it all in one huge gulp and it's been a long time since I did that. (2014-02-16)author:ohnoktcsk fandom:Bandom fandom:Comics.RPS fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:action/adventure activity:drinking activity:rescue beings:Grant.Morrison beings:dragons beings:birds beings:dryads concept:ordinary.lives concept:art concept:magic concept:music things:memories occupation:courier occupation:artist/designer relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:frottage setting:other.world band:My.Chemical.Romance band:Fall.Out.Boy pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) pov:Frank challenge:2013.BBB +length:long.20k-50k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-09 recced:2013-09 !!FAVOURITE.FIC
QUOTE: The address on the pickup slip leads him down a winding mess of side streets. It turns out to belong to a shop with dusty windows, tucked into the ground level of an old, faded sandstone building. The sign hanging above the door says, in spidery writing, 'Curiosities'.
A bell tinkles when Frank pushes open the door. The shop looks like it's seen better days; half the shelves are empty, and what's left isn't anything to write home about, all scuffed furniture, tarnished brass, and musty books. The light that filters in through the murky front window is dancing with dust motes.
It's definitely not flashy enough to be the kind of place a wizard would run, so that's something. And hey, no giant spiders yet. Frank's cautiously optimistic.
"Hello?" he calls.
A man steps out from a doorway behind the counter. He's tall and much more well-dressed than Frank would have expected, given the state of the shop he apparently runs, but okay. He gives Frank a calculating look. "Are you from the courier service?"
"That's me." Frank flashes his courier's badge, then reaches into his bag. "I've got a receipt for you to sign, and I'll need to you fill out a delivery slip."
"Of course," the man agrees, placidly. He's got an accent - a Northerner, maybe. "I'll go and fetch the package."
The package, when the man reappears from the back room and sets it on the counter, turns out to be a smallish rectangle wrapped in plain brown paper. In the 'contents' section of the delivery slip, the man writes, 'a naturalist's observations re: the healing properties of mermaid song; rare'.
When Frank picks up the package to tuck it away in his bag, he sees that there's a hand-drawn symbol on the underside. It's simple, but something about it draws Frank's eye. He wonders if it's the curiosity shop's logo, or maybe some sort of guild sign.
Frank's not getting paid to ask questions, though, so he just gives a mental shrug and indicates where the man needs to sign on the delivery slip. His signature is an illegible flourish.
"The shop may be a bit difficult to find," the man warns him, once the paperwork and the payment is all squared away. "And when you do find it, you'll need to knock three times on the left side of the front door. There shouldn't be any problems after that."
"Okay," Frank says, looking over the paperwork for the address and already plotting a route in his head. It's a little weird, but it's not the weirdest delivery instruction he's ever had to follow. It's not even the weirdest delivery instruction he's had to follow this month.
"Also," the man adds, snapping his fingers like he's just remembered, "you'd best avoid taking the parcel near the water. Just in case."
That's weirder, but whatever. Frank can deal.
Frank politely bids the man a good day and heads back out to the street. There's a crow sitting on the handlebars of his bike and giving him a shrewd look. "Fuck off, birdbrain," Frank tells it, shooing it with his hands.
The crow flies away. (32,150 words)
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Shadow of a Damaged Heart
september 2013 by turlough
REC: Gerard and Helena knew that the Dark was dangerous but it was still a shock when they got the mayday from Mikey and Bunny Marie. This is really great space AU. The worldbuilding is wonderful and so skillfully done. I love the characterisation of Gerard and his complicated relationships with Mikey and with Helena. And the way his growing attachment to Frank is written. (2013-09-08) This is such a great space AU. The worldbuilding is wonderful and so skillfully done. I love the careful attention to detail and how unobtrusively and effortlessly the writer weaves together the different elements into a coherent whole. I also have great love for the characterisation of Gerard, his complicated relationships with Mikey and with Helena, and his growing attachment to Frank. (2013-11-21)author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure fic:genre:character.study activity:rescue activity:plane/vehicle.crash beings:animals.dogs concept:ordinary.lives concept:in.space! concept:artificial.intelligence concept:quest things:Gerard's.platinum.hair things:memories occupation:particle.hunter occupation:mechanic relationship:brothers relationship:friendship relationship:UST smut:blowjob smut:handjob setting:spaceship/spacestation setting:alien.planet band:My.Chemical.Romance challenge:2013.BBB +length:medium.10k-20k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-09 recced:2013-09
QUOTE: He listened to the mayday twice before Mikey's words started to sink in through the numbness.
"Gee, I'm hoping when you get this, Bunny Marie will be powered down and I'll be in stasis. We hit something, I don't -" The signal faded out, and then back in with a burst of static. "-bably got too close to a patch of dark matter, took out the engines. Gonna deploy the emergency ion ramscoop -" There was a loud explosion in the background, the sound of metal tearing. "Fuck," Mikey said. "There went the aux magsail."
Mikey's voice was calm, almost bored, but Gerard knew that meant that he was trying not to panic. There was a screeching whine, interference of some sort, cutting across what Mikey was saying. "-rie can hold things together, you and Helena just need to come and find us."
There was a long pause, and if Gerard concentrated, he could hear faint beeping in the background as Bunny Marie struggled to minimize the damage. Gerard knew every system alarm a ship could make, and by the sounds of it Bunny Marie was leaking fuel and heat into cold space. She was fighting fruitlessly to dampen the vicious spin they'd picked up from the collision as well.
It was bad.
"Gonna divert power to boost our location and trajectory signal. Come and find us, big brother." Mikey swallowed audibly, and Gerard was distantly glad that Bunny Marie hadn't had the power for a vid signal. Hearing the fear in Mikey's voice was bad enough. Seeing it on Mikey's face would have killed him.
Another crackle of static, then "- love you, Gee."
The transmission ended with a hiss of white noise, and Gerard realized he was breathing fast, almost panting, teeth clenched against the scream that was trapped in his throat. *Mikey Mikey Mikey -.*
Helena's presence brushed against him, confused and scared, and Gerard consciously relaxed his hands, ignoring the little bloody half-moons dug into his palms. He didn't have time for hysteria, every moment that passed decreased the chances of finding Mikey and Bunny Marie. They had to start *now*. (16,460 words)
september 2013 by turlough
turps: Beyond the Dark Horizon
september 2013 by turlough
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)author:turps fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:character.study fic:genre:action/adventure activity:gun.fights activity:bartering activity:killing/murder activity:performing beings:aliens concept:ordinary.lives concept:in.space! 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
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)
september 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Signals and Static (Transmissions from the Neon)
september 2013 by turlough
REC: Life in the Zones can be pretty interesting. A great sequel to her fun 'Neon Kisses in the Dark'. It's a perfect mix of seriousness and fluff and I love Party and Ghoul's little dance. Party is such a wonderful, larger-than-life character and Ghoul is his perfect foil with his grumpy, down-to-earthness. I also loved Dr D's interludes. They're perfect! (2013-09-08)author:akamine_chan fandom:Bandom fic:category:gen fic:category:slash fic:genre:AU fic:genre:action/adventure activity:rescue beings:draculoids concept:ordinary.lives concept:dystopia concept:rebellion condition:injury occupation:rebel relationship:UST setting:desert band:My.Chemical.Romance pairing:Fun.Ghoul/Party.Poison(primary) pov:Fun.Ghoul challenge:2013.Pod_Together +length:short.1k-5k !meta:rec:fic posted:2013-08 recced:2013-09 universe:Danger.Days
QUOTE: Slung over his shoulder is a familiar pair of boots, tied together by the laces. Ghoul can see the corrupted BLI smiley he painted on the toes. Poison drops them on the floor in front of Ghoul. "Brought you a present."
"You can't give me something that's already mine," Ghoul says, annoyed.
"Whatever." Ghoul wriggles, making the chair rock. "Cut me loose."
Poison steps nearer and rubs his thumb gently across the arch of Ghoul's cheek, tracing what will probably become a spectacular bruise. "There are easier ways to get my attention than tangling with Johnny J and his crew of tweakers."
Ghoul has to work hard to avoid leaning into Poison's touch; and then the words sink in. "What the fuck? I didn't - I never - fuck you, just fuck you, asshole. Get me out of here." Ghoul pulls on the ropes.
"Sure, baby. Don't drain your zapper, I got you." Poison keeps a hand on Ghoul's shoulder as he circles around. He bends to work on the rope, and his mouth hovers near Ghoul's ear. "No need to play hard to get," he murmurs, and Ghoul shivers as the words stroke along his nerves.
"Fuck you," he says weakly.
"Such a filthy mouth," Poison purrs.
The tension in the ropes slip and Ghoul stumbles to his feet, trying to shake out the numbness in his hands. "Asshole," he mumbles, glaring. The look is totally lost on Poison; he's poking around the room, pocketing things that catch his fancy. (2,700 words)
september 2013 by turlough
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