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Go0se: Beasts In Repose
REC: They'd all heard the mansion was haunted, but the curse came as a suprise. This was written for the art I made and it's great. Just the right mix of spooky and serious and funny. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: "Cell phone service is really fucking shit up in the mountains, huh?" is the first thing that Gerard hears the next morning.
He blinked a bit stupidly at Frankie, who was sitting at the fancily-but-rough-hewn wooden table and grimacing at his phone. "I was trying to call J," Frank explained, glancing up, "Just wanted to tell her we got here alright. That was, uh, about twenty minutes ago." He shook the phone in his hand, like that might help, and then set it down with distaste. "Fucking technology."
"...right," Gerard said, and then made a beeline for the coffee maker.
"Oh sorry, dude," Frank said behind him and sounding very far away. "I forgot you hadn’t caffeinated."
Gerard was focused on locating the can of coffee beans that he'd brought from his mom's house in Jersey. It turned out to be in stashed in the upper cupboard; Ray or Frank must've been re-organizing them. He took off the lid gratefully, inhaled the delicious caffeine smell, and then went ahead and filled up the carafe.
Frank was suddenly at his elbow, tapping on his arm. "Watch out with that, man," he said. "I was drinking some this morning and the taste is all off. It has extra iron deposits, or something."
Gerard paused, then shrugged. "I'll make it extra-strong," he said, "That'll cover anything."
"As long as you put a label on that shit. Your extra-strong is going to kill us all."
Gerard shrugged again, declining to answer that particular line of reasoning. It wasn't his problem if none of his band had the capillary-fortitude to withstand how strongly he brewed his caffeine. Except for Mikey, who'd been drinking with Gerard since Mom had let them try some of her morning brew. Mikey and him could have a coffee-drinking contest if either of them had an active deathwish at the same time one day.
He paused for a second, remembering his dream, and then turned to Frank with a small frown. "Have you seen Mikey yet?"
"It's only ten, he's probably still passed out."
"Right, right." Gerard opened the cupboard again and contemplated the assortment of cups and mugs, selected one, then poured himself some motivation and sat down beside Frank to drink it.
Frank took a bite out of his toast and jam. "So I was thinking about that riff that Ray and I were telling you about the other day," he said, half of the syllables muffled by the bread in his mouth and crumbs getting everywhere. (10,210 words)
author:go0se  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:fanart  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.cats  concept:addiction  concept:music  concept:curse  condition:insomnia  geography:US:Los.Angeles  location:Paramour.Mansion  setting:mansion/palace  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: I Lost My Fear of Falling
REC: A beautiful and haunting and completely hearbreaking story where Gerard meets himself from a reality where Mikey committed suicide at the Paramour. (2015-12-20)
QUOTE: "Fuck that shit," the other Gerard snaps. He paws through the clutter on the desk, finds a vial of pills, shakes some out. He washes them down with a swig of vodka from an almost empty bottle. "Fuck off."
Gerard's at a loss. He doesn't know how to handle this otherself. In the past he'd snap right back, use words to cut where it'd hurt the most. But he's not that person anymore, hasn't been for years. "It can't be that bad," he says. "I know it might seem like -"
"Really?" the other Gerard interrupts. "Now that I've finally gotten the balls to do what I shoulda done years ago, you're gonna give me a stupid pep talk about how it gets better and I have so fucking much to live for?" His voice is biting. He stubs out his cigarette and immediately lights another, face turned away. "You're fucking kidding me."
With sudden clarity, Gerard *knows*. This isn't rock bottom, this is what happens when you break past that and *keep falling*. Down into a darkness where the light never, ever reaches. A place where the night is forever and it seems impossible to hang on for one more minute. (1,760 words)
artist:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:alternate.world  concept:doppelganger  concept:suicide  concept:addiction  concept:char.death(past)  relationship:brothers  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  geography:US:New.Jersey  location:Paramour.Mansion  location:Way.basement  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-11  recced:2015-12 
january 2016 by turlough
cold_clarity: Little Talks
REC: Pete and Gerard and their late night conversations through the years. A lovely, quiet story. I love the almost unnoticed way their friendship develops and the way there's no need for a lot of words between them. (2014-03-02)
QUOTE: "If - um. If you talk to him, will you let him know I'm thinking of him?"
The night deepens and the quiet spreads out between them. Gerard wonders if he should make up an excuse to get off the phone, but Pete speaks before he gets the chance:
"And you?" Pete asks. "You're holding up?"
The question catches Gerard off guard, not for what's being asked, but because Pete sounds so sincere. He grips his phone and tries not to think about Mikey, or about Alicia, or about the huge manor at his back, full of incomplete and frightening histories.
"I'm doing my best," he says honestly.
"Yeah. Okay." Pete hesitates for a moment, and Gerard can hear him suck in one short breath. "I know this might be a little - ah. I don't know. Weird, I guess? At any rate, you have my number now, so feel free to call me if you need anything."
"Okay." He knows he must sound stiff or stilted, but he's the kind of tired that leaves him feeling like he's empty of anything but fatigue and the rawness that comes with it. He imagines Pete wherever he might be - in his car, in his apartment, out on the porch of a friend's house - and he wishes he could summon up the strength to explain himself.
Instead, his head just feels heavy, and Pete has to break the awkward silence again:
"Take care, Gerard."
"Hey, Pete?"
"I'm - thanks for calling." (2,560 words)
(also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/10047956 )
author:cold_clarity  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  location:Paramour.Mansion  tour:2005.Warped  time:the.breakup  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  pov:Gerard  challenge:2014.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-02  recced:2014-03 
march 2014 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Four Times Gerard Way Hated Unicorns and the One Time He was Grateful for Their Existence
REC: Gerard thinks unicorns are mean, a little creepy, and very sneaky. A fun and sweet story about the Way brothers through the years. (2013-04-28)
QUOTE: "Mikey..." Gerard stretches out his left hand, eyes locked with the unicorn's. Somewhere in Gerard's mind there's a split: a part of him is aware that he's standing in front of the hallway closet at his uncle's house in the middle of a Saturday afternoon. Another part of him is running around in circles, trying to understand why there's a fucking *mythological creature* standing guard next to a smiling Mikey.
"Isn't it awesome?" Mikey says, his eyes huge and shiny. "I was just sitting here, waiting for you when there was this, I dunno, fog or something and then 'poof!' there was a unicorn."
Gerard's experience with animals - real or imaginary - is very limited outside of zoos. All he can remember about horses (or horse-like creatures) is that they can smell fear. Right now, he's absolutely sure he stinks of it. "That's great, Mikes," Gerard says carefully, waving his hand as softly as he can. "How about you come over here and we let your friend hang out in aunt Celia's closet?" For all he knows, unicorns will eat children.
"Dunno, Gee," Mikey replies, glancing at the unicorn like it is a big, floppy dog instead of a thing that might breathe fire. "I think it got lost."
"All the more reason to let it be free, right?" Gerard isn't sure, but he could almost swear that the unicorn rolls its eyes at him. (2,460 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:magical.realism  activity:rescue  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  beings:unicorns  concept:magic  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  location:Paramour.Mansion  setting:forest/jungle  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2013.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-04 
may 2013 by turlough
Lucifuge5: Beep-Beep
REC: Mikey's been a constant present in Gerard's mind since he was a day old. Sweet little telepathy ficlet. (2012-09-23)
QUOTE: "Danny Briggs? You think he's hot?" Mikey makes a face at his brother.
Gerard drops the pencil and chews on his bottom lip. His face feels hot. "Wha-?"
"Dude, I *heard* you. Like, thinking about the way Danny's butt looks in the black jeans and how you -"
"Never mind! Never mind!" Gerard jumps off from his bed, flapping his hands because hearing his thoughts parroted to him in his little brother's voice is kinda creepy. "You could've told me that I was, you know, thinking about, um, *him*"
"Whatever." Mikey pushes his glasses up. "We're like, I dunno, walkie-talkies or something."
"Man, that's just fucked-up," Gerard says and starts to chew on a stray hangnail. 'There are no secrets. I'm not my own person. Why would someone want to listen to me? I'm just -'
Mikey's voice breaks the stream of thoughts with calm reassurance. 'You're just my brother, Gee. Always have been and always will be.' (1,000 words)
author:lucifuge5  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:brothers  time:pre-band  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09 
september 2012 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Put A Ring On It (OT3 'verse prequel 2)
REC: Gerard and Frank visit Mikey and go to the mall. A heartwarmingly sweet little timestamp/prequel to the OT3verse, set in the summer of 2006. (2012-08-05)
QUOTE: Gerard has to pull over as soon as they're out of sight of Stacy's house and just breathe for a minute. Frank squeezes the back of his neck and they sit like that until Gerard takes one last deep breath and puts the car back in gear. He pulls away from the curb and drives to the nearest shopping area.
Gerard drives around for a while longer than necessary until he finds a deserted corner of the parking garage. Frank laughs at him. "This is a fucking Camry, Gee, not a sports car. You don't need to protect it."
"Whatever," Gerard retorts lazily. "Your short-ass legs can walk a little farther. I just want some -" He trails off. Space is what he wants. They don't have anything *but* space in the fucking house, but it's different out here. For a few seconds, he lets himself be irritated at the fact that he's letting the simple catharsis of a visit to the mall be marred by the chance that they'll be recognized, but then he shakes it off. They chose this, they get to deal with it.
Frank just lets it roll off his back, too. "You like my short-ass legs," he says easily and takes Gerard's hand.
He's right.
The mall is packed, as typical for a Southern California mall, but they only get stopped once. Gerard wraps his arm around Frank's shoulders for a picture, and then they escape into the store across the way.
It turns out to be a jewelry store. They spend a minute gawking at the horrendous, gaudy jewelry, but the wedding bands case catches Gerard's eye and he stares down at them. Most of them are pretty ugly, or just boring, but a set catches his eye and he can't stop staring.
"What'd you fi- oh," Frank says next to him. "Those, right?" He points through the glass at the rings Gerard was looking at.
"Yeah," he says quietly. He turns to look at Frank. He's really close, nearly touching Gerard. "Frankie..." (1,960 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  universe:OT3.verse  activity:shopping  relationship:established  relationship:marriage  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:vehicle.sex  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-08  recced:2012-08  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
august 2012 by turlough
akamine_chan: We All Wanna Party When the Funeral Ends
REC: Four times Mikey and Gerard almost called it quits and one time that they didn't. A lovely portrayal of the ups and downs of their relationship. The bit about the time when Gerard hit rockbottom was heartbreaking. (2012-07-01)
QUOTE: He couldn't bring himself to even *look* at Gee, he was so fucking pissed. Gee had tried to leave him and that tore something loose inside of Mikey, something vital.
As the tour stumbled through the Midwest, slowly heading east toward the SummerSonic dates in Japan, the tension grew unbearable. Otter was sullen and argumentative, Frank was hanging out with other bands as much as possible, Ray was worrying so much he probably had an ulcer and Mikey - Mikey was pretending that Gee didn't exist.
Not that Gee noticed, because he was busy drinking himself into a grave.
"We're done," he said to Gee's unconcious body, sprawled on the floor of the lounge. "I can't take this any more." Mikey had to sit on his hands to keep from reaching out to touch. Mikey prodded at Gee's limp body with his foot, pushing until Gee was on his side, just to be safe. Didn't want him to pull a Jimi Hendrix. "Fucker. I hate you." Mikey leaned down and pushed the hair out of Gee's face. He looked terrible, sallow and pasty, face bloated with too much alcohol. (1,900 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  beings:teenagers  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:mental.illness  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  relationship:marriage  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  time:pre-band  time:the.hiatus  time:early.days  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:California  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-07  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2012 by turlough
turps: Just a Line in a Song
REC: Patrick is on tour, Gerard's at the Paramour. A lovely and heartbreaking little story with a hopeful ending. (2012-06-03)
QUOTE: "He should be admitted, there's a hospital nearby, a good one. They'll watch him." Gerard's voice is scratchy, exhaustion bleeding through and apparent over thousands of miles. "He'd be safe there."
"Have you eaten yet?" Patrick asks, cutting into the spiralling cycle of words. He pinches the bridge of his nose, his eyes dry and headache a constant. "There'll be food downstairs, you should go eat."
"Not hungry," Gerard replies instantly. The sound of him moving, a creaking floorboard, silence for a few moments and then, "He's still sleeping."
Patrick imagines Gerard peering into Mikey's bedroom,
- white sheets and machines, the scent of antiseptic swallowed down with each breath -
too pale, eyes wide and red-rimmed, hair the tangled mess it becomes after days of neglect. "That's good. You should sleep too." (681 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/3453.html?thread=153725#cmt153725 )
author:turps  fandom:Bandom  concept:suicide  condition:mental.illness  things:memories  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Gerard/Patrick(primary)  pov:Patrick  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-06  recced:2012-06  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
june 2012 by turlough
x_dark_siren_x: I'll Go Down With My Friends (Fucking Friends)
REC: Mikey and Frank's friendship seen through Gerard's eyes. Really lovely portrayal of their friendship. (2012-04-08)
QUOTE: He pulled on one of Frank's dreads, saying, "I'm going to let Matt drink all your beer if you don't get up."
Frank's mouth screwed up, and he shoved his face into one of the cushions that smelled of smoke and sweat and beer. Gerard was very well acquainted with those cushions. "Fuckin' hate you, Way."
"Uh huh. Get up."
"Bullshit. Get up."
Frank groaned, long and plaintive, before he shoved himself up on his arms until he could sit up. "*Hate*," he reminded them, rubbing at his eye with the heel of his palm. He looked all of five, even with the stupid dreads. Gerard thought he might actually have been pouting.
Mikey tugged on another dread. "You wanna play with us, Frankie?" He was doing that thing again, the one that made Gerard's stomach flip, because he was pretty sure he was responsible for it, where his voice was steady and his mouth went tight. Please say yes, Gerard thought, and it was only a little for the band.
Frank snorted. "Yeah, right."
"We need another guitarist," Gerard burst out, even when it made him wince. Frank dropped his hand and stared at him, like he hadn't realised he was there, and Mikey glared at him from the corner of his eye. "Toro's really fucking - he's Ray, but we need. We need to balance it, we need a different sound in there." He swallowed, stopped himself from saying, "we need you," because yeah, way to come off as desperate, Gerard.
Mikey was in the middle of rolling his eyes when Frank looked back at him. "Basically."
"Seriously?" Frank breathed.
Gerard said, "Only if you want to -" while Mikey nodded, and then Frank was saying, "Yes, yes, I - fuck, *yes*," and had his arms around Mikey, pulling him down. He sounded like he was laughing. Mikey smiled, only the tiniest bit smug, as he mouthed, "Told you." Gerard would've stuck his tongue out if he could have moved his fucking jaw. (2,150 words)
author:x_dark_siren_x  fandom:Bandom  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:recording  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  setting:recording.studio  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  tour:2005.Warped  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BFF  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-04  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff 
april 2012 by turlough
seimaisin & tuesdaysgone: Lost in the Falling Dark
REC: Pete's been turned into a werewolf, Mikey was born one, Patrick is still human. A very cool story that put its own twist on both the Summer of Like and the Paramour. The character dynamics are very interesting and I really liked this take on the werewolf mythos. (2010-11-21)
QUOTE: Mikey feels his hackles raise a little, and he freezes, taking in a deep breath. Taking in the scent. Wolf, yes, but not pack; the scent has a kick like burnt sugar and bitter herbs, both strange and tantalizing. Pete makes eye contact for just that one moment too long, and Mikey stiffens automatically. Then Pete blinks and flashes him a toothy white grin. [...] Mikey stays where he is - exactly where he is - for a long time. Pete Wentz. He's never heard a word about this, not through any of the usual channels. And Pete's scent - it makes Mikey uneasy, and so does Pete. (27,260 words)
(also at http://seimaisin.livejournal.com/2145224.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/134934 )
author:seimaisin  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  activity:drinking  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  concept:sobriety  concept:supernatural  concept:addiction  condition:mental.illness  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:brothers  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  location:VMA.2005  location:Paramour.Mansion  location:Stump-Bryar.apartment  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Mikey  pov:Patrick  challenge:2010.Werewolf.BB  posted:2010-11  recced:2010-11  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  pairing:Mikey/Patrick/Pete(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary)  pairing:Patrick/Pete(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) 
november 2010 by turlough
7iris: untitled not!fic
REC: It all started with Frank, Mikey, and Ray during the time when Gerard hit rockbottom. I found this through delicious and I'm glad I did. It's a really interesting and thoughtprovoking, and quite lovely, not!fic about the sexual history of the band. (2010-08-15)
QUOTE: Once Ray crumbles, Mikey gives in as well. Ray can't actually remember how the three of them ended up having sex that first time. He has flashes of sense memory, the taste of Mikey's skin, the feeling of Frank, fierce and shaking under his hands, but he can't remember the beginning. "It's probably not that applicable anyway," Mikey says dryly. In the end they go with Frank's suggestion, because it's not like any of them can do subtle. They wait until Gerard goes to an AA meeting and they can corner Bob in the back of the bus. (2,960 words)
author:7iris  fandom:Bandom  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  concept:polyamory  relationship:poly  relationship:breakup  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  setting:on.tour  tour:2004.Warped  tour:2005.Taste.of.Chaos  tour:2005.Warped  location:Paramour.Mansion  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:GSF:My.Chemical.Romance(primary)  pairing:Bert/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pov:omni  posted:2008-03  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:slash  fic:form:not!fic  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study 
august 2010 by turlough
inlovewithnight: Like Any Brother Would
REC: The one where Gerard and Mikey have been soulbonded their whole lives. This is a really wonderful story. I love the way the soulbond and how it feels to them both, is written. It's so vivid and almost poetic. (2010-08-08)
QUOTE: Gerard closes his eyes and reaches out from the inside of his head, and Mikey doesn't even hesitate, just lets him the rest of the way in. Gerard spent what seems like half of his childhood not knowing where he ended and Mikey began; this double awareness pretty much feels like home. Booze and dance-floor electricity in his veins layered over exhaustion; tight jeans and heavy boots and the sharp impact of bodies layered under rough unwashed sheets; the dizzy elation of the club layered over and under and eating away at the heavy drag of apathy. God, Mikey loves shows. Gerard gets dizzy sometimes from how much Mikey lights up at flashing lights and a couple of guitars. (3,840 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/185314 )
author:inlovewithnight  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:performing  beings:kids  beings:teenagers  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  concept:mindmeld/soulbond  relationship:brothers  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  location:Way.basement  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Los.Angeles  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:esp:empathy 
august 2010 by turlough
romanticalgirl: In Your Head
REC: Gerard visits Mikey in the hospital. A Paramour story. It hurt to read this but it made me feel sort of happy anyway because there's so much love between them. You know that there will be hope for Mikey because Gerard will make it happen. (2010-07-25)
QUOTE: It's unnerving talking to himself like this. He and Mikey have never really needed words or have finished each other's sentences, words tumbling like over-anxious puppies to get out. This is just the absence of Mikey - his voice and his thoughts and whatever else it is that makes him Mikey. This is like the shell that held Mikey together has shattered and everything inside him has exploded out and left a husk. "I drew you something." He eases off the bed and onto the floor, keeping a few feet between them. He takes the paper out of his pocket and unfolds it, laying it on the concrete between them. (1,210 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/249863 & http://oxoniensis.dreamwidth.org/30726.html?thread=4106246#cmt4106246 )
author:romanticalgirl  fandom:Bandom  condition:mental.illness  relationship:brothers  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  setting:clinic/hospital  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.Porn.Battle.10  posted:2010-07  recced:2010-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:PWP  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
july 2010 by turlough
audrarose: One Night at the Paramour
REC: Mikey can't sleep in his room anymore. This story is both funny and sweet but with an edge of seriousness that makes it more interesting. (2008-01-06)
QUOTE: Gerard covers his face. The thing is, Gee would die for Mikey. Literally die. Fight his battles, win his wars, give him a *kidney* if he needed it - but he absolutely will not give up one of Frank's blowjobs when he hasn't gotten laid in a week. Gerard turns on the light again. "How about this," he says. He tries to sound reasonable over the shoving match going on next to him. "I'm going to go check out your room. I'll look under the bed, in the closet, everywhere, okay? And if there's nothing there, then you can go back to bed." "It's not the boogey-man, Gee, it's a *ghost*." (3,300 words)
author:audrarose  fandom:Bandom  beings:ghosts  relationship:brothers  relationship:established  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Bob/Mikey(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Frank  pov:Ray  pov:Bob  posted:2007-10  recced:2008-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash 
may 2010 by turlough
delphinapterus: Climbing Out of Shadowland
REC: A lovely little story about Mikey and Gerard through the years. Takes place in the same universe as 'Lists Under a Paper Moon'. I love this take on their relationship, the way they take care of each other and know that the other one will always be there for them. I also love how the story about their siblinghood were woven together with the story of their relationship with other people, both as friends and as partners. It's so nice to see a story that acknowledges the importance of all sorts of relationships. (2010-05-30)
QUOTE: His brother's voice had the jitter of too much caffeine but he didn't ask questions, just told Mikey to hang tight when Mikey called asking for a ride. The sight of Gerard's silver car made something deep in his stomach unclench. Gerard didn't say anything, even though Mikey could tell he had noticed how Mikey winced when he sat. Mikey let the sound of the Smiths fill the car and leaned his head against the glass.
Gerard let him have the last of the vodka and held Mikey against his chest just like he used to do when Mikey was shorter than him. Gerard put in Mask of the Phantasm before he pulled a blanket over both of them. Mikey listened to the steady thump of Gerard's heart and pulled the blanket up higher. He sank into the warmth of Gerard's body and, as Batman ran from the police, whispered about what happened with Frank. Gerard just held him tight and let him talk until he was done.
Gerard didn't have many friends, but he had Mikey so it didn't matter. On those days when he couldn't stand to even see himself because it only reminded him of how much of a loser he was not to have the friends everyone else did, Mikey would be there to curl around him. It was easier to stay away from the rest of the world but Mikey only stood for it so long before dragging Gerard out and though he'd never say anything, Gerard was deeply grateful his little brother still cared enough to do so.
They'd always shared everything with each other, so it was only natural that Mikey shared friends with Gerard when he wanted people. It was Mikey who brought him along to parties where he drank sickly sweet mixers laced with vodka out of red plastic cups to loosen up enough to bullshit with Mikey's friends. He knew he wasn't cool but being Mikey's brother made him feel cool by association. It was Mikey who introduced him to Gabe, who talked about animal rights and immigration with a passion that Gerard wished he felt. Knowing he was at least a little cool because he was Mikey's brother was what gave him the courage to kiss Gabe, pull him into the bathroom, and go to his knees. (2,120 words)
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  condition:injury  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  time:early.days  time:future  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  pov:Gerard  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-05  recced:2010-05  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  pairing:Gabe/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) 
may 2010 by turlough
sidhe_unseelie: Collect Call
REC: A wonderfully lowkey story about Mikey's downward spiral befor and during the writing of The Black Parade and how it both affected the whole band as well as whatever-it-was he and Ray'd started. It's stark and heartbreaking without any overblown drama or angst and the ending is warm and hopeful. The characters all felt very "real" and plausible and the inter-band dynamics were very well written. (2010-04-18)
QUOTE: Gerard just keeps staring at him, radiating older brother rays. "If you've got something to say, Gee, by all means go ahead." Gerard narrows his eyes. "Is this about Pete?" Mikey narrows his eyes in response. "Is what about Pete?" Gerard waves at him, an all-encompassing gesture. "This. You drinking and smoking and hooking up with every scene kid you meet." "Jesus Christ. *This* -" he flaps his hands around in a convincing mockery of Gerard - "Is not about Pete. *This* isn't anything I wasn't before, Gee. Nice of you to start paying attention." (12,010 words)
author:sidhe_unseelie  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  concept:addiction  activity:therapy  concept:violence  condition:injury  condition:mental.illness  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  setting:on.tour  setting:bar/club  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pairing:Mikey/OC(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pov:Mikey  pov:Ray  pov:Frank  pov:Bob  challenge:2010.BBB  posted:2010-04  recced:2010-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:character.study 
april 2010 by turlough
harborshore: Because I
REC: Just because they don't change doesn't mean other things aren't going to happen, Mikey and Gabe and Pete and werewolf mythology. A lovely, slightly bittersweet little story. (2010-01-24)
QUOTE: What freaked Mikey out, though, was thinking about the end of summer. It made him feel cold, he told Gerard that, one night when the two of them were up alone. Gerard didn't say anything for once, just ruffled his hair. "I don't know, Mikes, I don't know how it feels yet." He knew it was coming for him, too, though. They'd both known about it since they were little, when their mom had sat them down and told them that the fact that they didn't change (as it turns out, marrying a human does mean there's a chance the kids won't be quite as affected by the changes of the moon) didn't mean that other things weren't going to happen, and that they'd meet someone 'very special' one day. (647 words)
author:harborshore  fandom:Bandom  beings:werewolves  concept:supernatural  relationship:poly  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Cobra.Starship  pairing:Gabe/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(primary)  pairing:Gabe/Mikey/Pete(primary)  pov:Mikey  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study 
january 2010 by turlough
harborshore: untitled fic
REC: Mikey can't sleep at the Paramour. Sad and a bit creepy and very lovely. (2009-08-30)
QUOTE: "Bob," Mikey says, and Bob turns to face him. He can't keep back a dismayed sound - Mikey's pale, paler than usual, and he's shaking. "What's up, Mikeyway?" he says, keeping his voice level and calm, his eyes on Mikey's face. "Couldn't sleep, couldn't fucking sleep. There was this light -" (331 words)
author:harborshore  fandom:Bandom  relationship:friendship  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  posted:2009-08  recced:2009-08  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen 
august 2009 by turlough
thesamefire: In the Walls
REC: The one where they got more than they bargained for when they moved into the Paramour. This is *the* Paramour story for me. It's creepy and eerie and intense and completely captivating, and has a great sense of place. The characterisations are wonderful and all the different strands of the story - the horror elements, the personal relationships, the emotions, the MUSIC they're creating - are all equally fascinating and important, woven together to form an absolutely wonderful story. (2009-06-14)
QUOTE: The hallway gets darker and darker as he goes until it's almost completely wrapped up in shadows. The things hanging on the walls are just dark outlines as he moves by; some look like they must be framed paintings, perhaps portraits of long-dead Hollywood players, while others look like old-fashioned ornamental sculptures, nailed to the wall to ride out the tastes of changing residents.
Gerard stops to admire a really ornate gilt frame of a mirror. The glass itself is dusty so he blows on it to clear it, and then he spends the next minute coughing as the dust flies back into his nose and mouth. The glass is cleaner for it, though, and he gives it an extra swipe with the cuff of his hoodie.
He can see himself reflected in it now: the rise of one cheekbone, the peak of his nose, the line of his brow, all picked out in the contrast of light and shadow. It's almost poetic, he thinks as he tilts his head sideways to watch the way the change in angle affects the play of shadows across his skin, changing the face he sees in the mirror.
There's a flicker, then, not in the lights around him but in his reflection. His hair suddenly looks much shorter, cropped close above the ears and a only a little longer than that in front, and his reflection's cheeks are flushed even though it's far too cold in the hallway for his face to be so hot. He looks younger in his reflection, almost like a teenager.
And his eyes...
He hesitates to even call them *his*; they're bloodshot around the edges and his pupils are dull and flat in a way that has nothing to do with the lack of light in the hallway, and it makes something dark and sick start to swim around in his guts.
Gerard winces, stepping back from the mirror as though he's trying to dodge the wild swing of a fist. He takes a deep breath, trying to slow the too-fast beating of his heart, and then shakes his head as if it'll help him shake off what he just saw.
When he looks back a heartbeat later, his reflection is exactly as it should be.
Gerard stares at the glass for a long moment before turning away, moving briskly down the hall back in the direction he came from to put as much space between himself and the mirror as possible.
He's still kind of turned around, but eventually he finds his way back to his room. He shuts the door firmly behind him, strangely relieved to have something solid between him and the rest of the house. (72,250 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/399332 )
author:thesamefire  fandom:Bandom  beings:ghosts  beings:animals.dogs  concept:supernatural  concept:music  condition:mental.illness  condition:injury  things:dreams  things:mirrors  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  location:Paramour.Mansion  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.50k-100k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:horror  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2009 by turlough
escherzo: Fanart for thesamefire's 'In the Walls'
REC: I really like the eerie somberness of this and how things are only half-seen. It fits the mood of the story perfectly. (2009-06-14)
INFO: Pencil drawing of Gerard.
artist:escherzo  fandom:Bandom  location:Paramour.Mansion  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2009.BBB  posted:2009-06  recced:2009-06  !meta:rec:art  art:technique:pencils  art:source:fanfic 
june 2009 by turlough

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