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snarkydame: Frank Iero, AI
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)
QUOTE: He turned around, finally. "I've heard of you," he said.
"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)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1051533 )
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 
october 2013 by turlough
twistedchick: The Recreation of the Warrior
REC: This story starts during the early second season of Andromeda but goes off on its own AU tangent considerably before 'Ouroboros'. I hadn't read this story in years when I discovered that it had been uploaded to AO3. It used to be one of my favourite stories in the fandom and re-reading it I was really pleased by how well it had stood the test of time. Particularly since it's written in first person POV - something I've become incredibly wary of over the years. I love the way twistedchick fleshes out the Nietzschian culture and how she makes the characters come alive. I particularly like the way Tyr is written. His inner voice is so fitting to his character, formal and reserved but with lots of passion underneath. And the evolution of his and Harper's relationship feels really right. I also much prefer the way this story develops the plotline of the show and lets the war end. It might be a little OTT sentimental but it's much preferable to the horrible travesty the show had become by season three and four. (2013-06-19)
QUOTE: Harper has been brooding again. He has taken to working late at night in his shop, tinkering, talking to himself. I have stood outside the door, listening, and he has not even noticed my presence.
No, not talking to himself, but to the Magog larvae within him.
He is braver than he knows.
Were I still to be infected with Magog, however dormant, I would find the simplest and easiest method of death available to me and arrange to have myself placed back within a Magog hive, so that I could take them out at the same time. I do not believe in acquiescing to death; I will not go gentle into that night. I have always fought it whenever it approached, and I am still here.
It is not in the nature of a Nietzschian to allow defeat.
It appears, also, not to be in the nature of this particular Earthling to give up, not now.
It was the small hours, or it would be if we were planetside. While others on board slept, he was still tinkering, still thinking, still talking.
He's named the creatures.
Rev Bem would say that he has given them shelter. Were it up to me, I would put Rev Bem through the same ordeal that Harper endures, to relieve him of the annoying habit of always supplying the unanswerable comment, regardless of the situation.
"You can quit lurking out there, Tyr."
I pushed off from the wall and walked quietly into the room. "You noticed."
"I noticed when the exercise equipment stopped making my ceiling creak." He pointed at a spot in the corner of the large room; I calculated distance and realize that I had indeed been lifting weights directly over that area.
"If it annoys you that much -"
"Nah, don't bother. I like to think that you might come crashing through if I need the help."
I cast a glance at the ceiling. "I'm flattered, but I must reluctantly admit that my crashing through six-centimeter corrugated metal flooring supports is unlikely."
Harper snorted. "Right. Aren't you supposed to be the Superman side of 'Man and Superman'?" I raised an eyebrow, and he saluted me with the hand holding the screwdriver. "All these sarcastic literary comments from me, all this time, and only now you think I read the right books?" (83,500 words)
author:twistedchick  fandom:Andromeda  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:source:tv.show  activity:cooking  activity:killing/murder  activity:sabotage  activity:salvage  activity:diplomacy  beings:aliens  concept:in.space!  concept:politics  concept:violence  concept:war  concept:polyamory  condition:illness  condition:injury  occupation:engineer  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:inventor  occupation:mechanic  occupation:military  occupation:pirate  occupation:rebel  occupation:politician  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  pairing:Tyr.Anasazi/Seamus.Harper(primary)  pairing:Tyr/OFC(secondary)  pov:Tyr.Anasazi  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2002  recced:2013-06 
august 2013 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Stay A Little; News Will Find You
REC: Grant is a journalist in New Los Angeles. One morning he stumbles over a club kid passed out in front of his apartment door. Soon Gerard has joined Grant's flock of nameless cats as an unofficial resident and lends his hacking skills to the corporate corruption story Grant's working on. This is a wonderful story. Just the right read for a Sunday afternoon. I love how Grant and his infatuation with Gerard is written. And the way the story portrays Gerard's transition from lost youth to self-assured adult. The futuristic setting is so sharp and vivid and Grant and Gerard's domesticity totally adorable. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "Writing what? Letters to mama? Recipes? The great American novel?" This kid is a smartass, christ.
"I'm Scottish, so I wouldn't be writing any great American novels," Grant points out. "And I'm a journalist, if you must know."
Gerard tilts his head to the side, one eye slitting open. "Fuck me sideways, you're the guy from Helix."
"I am the guy," Grant agrees. He gets the weirdest subset of people recognizing him, seriously, but this might take the cake.
"I read that magazine all the time. Jesus. You're, like... incredible."
Grant laughs. "I assume you mean that literally."
"No, I mean. I'm a programm - *hacker*. I swear to god, I've seen some of the stuff you talk about," Gerard explains.
"Sure that's not a side effect of the drugs, kitten?"
"I'm not a fucking burnout," Gerard says witheringly. Pretty rich for a kid who he'd plucked off of his doormat this morning. "I just like to have a good time."
"Found it yet?" Grant questions mildly.
"Found fucking great times," he replies defiantly.
"And the hooking?" Grant turns and asks, eyebrow raised.
Gerard just shrugs. "I like giving blow jobs. Might as well get something else out of it sometimes."
"There's no money in programming?" Grant drawls.
"Not looking like this," Gerard snaps back. "Should I cut my hair and put on a necktie?"
"You can do whatever you want, kitten. Wanna tell me about some of these things you've seen? Wouldn't want to keep you from the clubs, of course. Maybe some other time? An interview will net you at least a decent meal." The kid's too pale, like he hasn't seen a vegetable for a while. And fuck him sideways, Grant is really fucking getting old.
Gerard shrugs. "I can show you. Wouldn't be hard to hack in again. Everyone you write about is stupid. I do actually need to meet up with someone tonight, but I can come back tomorrow." He leans over and snags his boots, shoving his feet back into the scuffed leather, then shrugs into the ugly-as-sin red jacket that matches his hair.
Grant just watches him for a minute before saying, "Oh, and Gerard?" The kid looks up, probably at hearing his actual name. "Knock this time."
Gerard flashes him a smile. "Will do. See you." He's out the door, and Grant turns back to his computer. Well. That was interesting. A cat jumps into his lap, and he pets it. (22,760 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:cyberpunk  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  activity:detoxing  activity:hacking  activity:cuddling  things:Gerard's.red.hair  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:animals.cats  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  condition:overdose  occupation:journalist  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:hooker  relationship:UST  relationship:friendship  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:bar/club  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
june 2013 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Lovers in Combat
REC: Gerard hasn't been the same since the disastrous bout with deadmau5 and his and Frank's relationship is on the rocks. When mysterious businessman Grant Morrison contacts Mad Gear Mechanicals with a sponsorship offer with strings attached, Frank has to decide if he can trust Gerard to get them to the championship. I did the art for this story and I read it three times during the process and now I've read it once again. I still love it enormously. It's got fabulous worldbuilding and wonderful character interactions. I particularly like the way Frank and Gerard's fraught relationship and the friendship between Frank and Ray are written. I also love that the story also has a "real" plot that feels just as important as the romance. And the way Grant is used as a kind of catalyst, both for resovling Mad Gear's situation and the hopeless tangle of Frank and Gerard's relationship, is just right. (2013-06-23)
QUOTE: "We read the news," Frank puts in, earning himself a glare from Gerard.
"The news," Morrison - Grant - muses. "A stellar source of all the truth you could hope to make up. Well, some of it is true, anyway. There was a biofeedback implant. And it was most certainly released too soon, before all of the bugs had been worked out of it. The newspapers won't tell you how I was pressured into that decision, however."
"You resigned," Ray puts in. "Made you look sort of guilty."
"I took responsibility," Grant corrects. "Because it was my name on those chips, after all. My name on the building. I scuttled the company and retired, because I still could do that, at least. I kept working on the chips, though, because I believed in them. And I still do."
Frank looks over at Gerard, who is practically twitching out of his seat next to Frank on the couch, probably biting his tongue to hold back some sort of starry-eyed assurance that he believes in Grant too. "You two need some alone time?" he hisses in Gerard's ear.
"Fuck you," Gerard mumbles.
"That's getting around a bit," Frank comments. "But I'm game if he is." Gerard makes an incoherent noise in response and Frank smirks and tunes back into the conversation. Ray had kept asking questions about the chips, but Mikey is watching Frank and Gerard with narrowed eyes. Frank makes eye contact with Grant, who looks momentarily amused.
"I really don't understand what this has to do with us," Frank admits.
"Of course you don't," Grant replies. "I haven't gotten to the thrilling audiovisual portion of things yet." He smirks and reaches for the controller for the entertainment system, then taps a bit on his tablet. The large wall-mounted screen lights up, at first only displaying static, which Frank soon realizes is a vid-feed from some sort of small surveillance camera. It's showing a familiar setting - the interior of a typical UFC training ring, blocky mecha bodies lit up and waiting for their controllers. The podium is empty at first, but soon an indistinct figure steps up to the controls. It's no one Frank recognizes, and looking around at his teammates, he sees similar expressions on their faces. They're all waiting to see something unusual.
It doesn't take long. The second fighter steps up to his console, but he doesn't sit in the command chair like the first fighter had, just takes an easy stance by the board. He taps on his forearm and a gasp escapes Frank's throat as a blue-white glow coalesces around his arm. He hears gasps from the guys as well and realizes they are all probably drawing the same conclusions.
"No fucking way," Frank says, but the next few seconds of the vid prove him wrong, as the mechas roar to life in the background of the shot. The vid wavers for a few seconds, tilts crazily, and then cuts off.
"That's not possible," Ray adds, looking back at Grant. (25,960 words)
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:crossover  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:brawling  activity:drinking  activity:hacking  activity:kidnapping  activity:sabotage  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:deadmau5  things:mecha  things:motorbike  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  condition:PTSD  occupation:mechanic  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:mecha.fighter  occupation:scientist  relationship:breakup  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:frottage  smut:threesome  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-06  recced:2013-06  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  activity:mecha.fighting 
june 2013 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: Dreams Of Robot Mice
REC: Gerard keeps dreaming of robot mice but the Killjoys have a job to do for Deadmau5. A really cool and fascinating crossover between the Killjoys and the Professional Griefers universes. (2012-09-16)
QUOTE: Mikey said they shouldn't take this job. He has a point - it's not what they usually do. The Killjoys don't do stealth, they're more a blow-it-up-in-your-face demolition team. But the prize of meds. food and fuel is too much to turn down after they've been shafted for trade a couple of times in a row.
On the surface it's simple enough. It takes Ray less than an hour to write the virus and they'll use Peppers to deliver it to the target. (Gerard still thinks it's weird that Frank modeled his first droid on his old dog, but he'd never say that to Frank's face.)
It isn't until they get into the arena full of screaming fans and overtuned dub-step - the clock already counting down - that Gerard realises they should have listened to Mikey.
Because there, towering above the teeming crowd, are two giant robot mice.
"Oh shit," Gerard swears, stumbling over his own feet.
"Poison?" Ray hisses, catching Gerard around the shoulder and dodging them behind an arena support structure, mostly out of sight, "You okay?"
Gerard shakes his head, peering around the metal strut to get a better look and no, he wasn't mistaken. It's the same fucking robot mouse from his dream. "I've seen that droid before," he tells Ray, trying to think of how, or why he would know this fucking robot over any other. He couldn't have just dreamed it up.
"You probably saw it on a broadcast or a billboard, they've been pimping this match for weeks on the tubes," Ray says.
It's a good explanation, but it doesn't quell the roil in Gerard's stomach. It's too late to do anything about it though, they're in it to their necks. Deadmau5 doesn't take IOUs. If they fuck this up they'll have better luck surviving a swarm of dracs in the centre of batt city than staying another day in the zones. They have to follow through. (1,390 words)
(also at http://ladyfoxxx.livejournal.com/72449.html?thread=2210561#t2210561 )
author:ladyfoxxx  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Professional.Griefers  activity:sabotage  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  things:mecha  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  concept:doppelganger  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:hacker/programmer  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-09  recced:2012-09  pairing:g3rard/Gerard(primary)  activity:mecha.fighting  occupation:mecha.fighter  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2012 by turlough
delphinapterus: Brown Is the Earth When You Dig a Hole (Colour 'verse)
REC: Ten fascinating ficlets set in the same universe as 'The Land Between Black and White'. I love how much Phina can convey with so few words. (2012-05-20)
QUOTE: 35. "Hey, fuck you, you don't want to listen! Money talks, right?"
On his own Mikey has learned to be talkative. He borrows Gerard, settling the idea of his brother around himself like a disguise, and talks like Gerard would. As he travels he modifies his persona until he's perfected the right mix to ease his way past people and collect a new job; just like he would a piece of code. But it's his asking price that speaks loudest to those who know. Every time his price rises a tier it shouts his expertise to anyone who cares to listen. With every increase he talks less and lets his price speak. (1,130 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/322303 & http://delphinapterus.livejournal.com/134522.html )
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  universe:Colour.verse  activity:hacking  activity:killing/murder  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:art  concept:torture  concept:violence  concept:dystopia  concept:polyamory  condition:PTSD  condition:insomnia  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:assassin/hitman  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:spy/secret.agent  relationship:established  relationship:poly  relationship:brothers  smut:finger.fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Bob/Gerard/Ray(primary)  pairing:Pete/Alicia(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Mikey  pov:Gerard  pov:Bob  pov:Alicia  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-01  recced:2012-05  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:cyberpunk 
may 2012 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Crash
REC: In a future Seattle Frank the bike messenger and occasional cage fighter and thief meets Mikey Way, record label owner and co-heir to his grandmother's fortune. That's not all that they are though. A fastpaced and entertaining Dark Angel fusion. The main pairing holds very little interest for me but I'm a sucker for action/advenure stories with solid worldbuilding so this story managed to pull me in and keep me interested anyway. There's enough mystery to keep the plot ticking along nicely all through the story and I love how the interactions between the main characters are written and the warm friendship and brotherly love underlaying it all. (2011-09-04)
QUOTE: Gerard tapped the keypad in the usual way: fingers brushing across all twelve keys by row and column to spread his fingerprints, then the code, then brushing the numbers he didn't press again. The door unlocked, and Gerard let Mikey in, then slipped in and tapped the keypad on the other side in the same way until the door clicked again.
"Check," Gerard said. When nothing happened, he said it again, louder. "CHECK."
Lights flashed on, and the studio came into view.
It was cluttered, but neater than the rest of the house. But then, this was where they ran all things Eyes Only; it was good to know where everything was in case things needed to happen fast. Mikey did his usual check to make sure the major landmarks were in their usual spots, and they were.
They waited until a green light and a beep went off, then, as the white noise generator kicked in, Gerard sank into his computer chair.
"So," he said. "How was the meeting with Pete's friend, uh..."
"Patrick. And it was good."
"Good? You get any leads?" Gerard leaned forward, bouncing his hands on his knees.
[...] Broadcast go through?"
Gerard tapped his mouse, and the monitor faded into color. Eyes blinked on the screen.
"This is a streaming video bulletin," Gerard's distorted voice said. But the eyes, as usual, were Mikey's.
Gerard hit the space bar, and the video stopped.
"Guess so. I had a fuck of a time with it. The encoding didn't want to stick."
Mikey nodded. "Oh, that reminds me. Pete said he'd get Patrick's files to us by tomorrow night."
"That long?"
"He's doing the research on the drug runners, too."
"Well, better late than never," Gerard said. He sipped his coffee. "Fuck, if we can get something solid..."
Manticore had been their grandma's pet project. Everyone said it was a myth, but Elena had insisted she'd found a dying fish man in a polluted canal. If it was true, he'd told her he'd come from a government installation that did genetic testing. Gerard, of course, had lost his shit when Elena had showed him her cell phone pictures, and he'd promised he'd do whatever he could to help. Mikey was less convinced, but he'd done more for Gerard on less.
It didn't help that what he'd found so far wasn't anything half as cool as a fish man. The leads he'd found implied human trafficking. It was fucked, and Mikey couldn't sit by and let that happen. (26,280 words)
(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/40792.html & http://chomalfoyfics.livejournal.com/48299.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Dark.Angel  activity:car.chase  activity:gun.fights  activity:rescue  activity:stealing  beings:mutants  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:dystopia  concept:quest  concept:violence  condition:illness  condition:injury  condition:in.heat  occupation:businessman  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:military  occupation:philantropist  occupation:police/detective  occupation:driver  things:motorbike  things:tattoos  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  geography:US:Washington  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:Panic.at.the.Disco  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(secondary)  pairing:Mikey/Pete(past)  pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past)  pov:Frank  pov:Mikey  challenge:2011.BBB  posted:2011-08  recced:2011-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:tv.show 
september 2011 by turlough
theopteryx: Apastron
REC: The absolutely fantastic sequel to 'Might I Have...'. I love the worldbuilding in this story. I always love space AUs but this gritty, dirty, incredible *tactile* world is seriously one of the best I've ever come across. I also love the characterisations of Frank and Gerard, the way they're exactly how I can imagine them being if they'd grown up in this universe. Their fucked up relationship, the trust issues they both have and how they struggle with them, the banter, and they way they're each other's *person* - I love it all so much. (2011-06-05)
QUOTE: "Fuck," Gerard said, helpfully. Frank spotted a guy in an old Slate gang jacket - slimy, connections everywhere, mostly in arms dealing - hurrying by them and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him back.
"You got a way out of here?" Frank asked. The guy looked them over quickly, taking in Frank's bruised face and the holster half-hidden by the flap of Gerard's jacket.
"Fifty thousand," he said, and Frank barely managed not to snarl.
"That's bullshit, I could buy a fucking ship for -"
"Then buy a fucking ship. I'm selling you a ride," the guy said, starting to pull away.
"Fine," Gerard said, steady. "We're in. Let's go."
The guy just jerked his head forward and hurried back down the corridor. Gerard and Frank followed as best they could through the throng of people trying to get out of the way. It was only minutes, now, before the Joes got there.
"We don't have fifty thousand," Frank hissed at Gerard as they rounded another corner. "I mean, if you want to kill him to get on, I'll fucking do it, I'll shoot that fucker right in the fucking face -"
"We do have the money," Gerard said, hand at the small of Frank's back. "I got forty-five for the bricks."
"That's still -"
Gerard looked at him, and Frank's gut twisted, realization setting in hot and sharp. "So we'll have nothing, then," he said. "Your forty-five and my five for Rivera's head and we'll be left with fucking nothing."
"We'll have a ride," Gerard said, not looking at him, and Frank turned to look ahead, too, focused on pressing through the crowd ahead instead of how they were totally fucked, how Gerard should have just let him take him out, how, in the end, Frank had been totally fucking right, and they had needed the money. Fuck Gerard's code. Fuck it. (26,680 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/351353 )
author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:hacking  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:stealing  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:in.space!  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:pirate  occupation:bounty.hunter  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:prison  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2011-05  recced:2011-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
june 2011 by turlough
delphinapterus: Grey is an Elephant (Colour 'verse)
REC: It's always cold in the city at this time of the year. A lovely glimpse of Bob and Ray's relationship in 'The Land Between Black and White'. I love the way the weather and the season permeates everything in this story and how it contrasts with the quiet warmth between Bob and Ray. I have so much love for this universe and the way it's so very like our own but still so very different. (2011-04-24)
QUOTE: After check-in is the only time he lets himself luxuriate in the hot water unless Ray forces him to do it. Over the drum of the water against the plastic of the shower he hears the door open. His muscles tense automatically but he relaxes when he recognizes Ray's fro through the blurry shower door. "Want company?" Ray asks already stripping off his shirt and dropping it haphazardly on the toilet seat. "I was just about to get out." Bob says regretfully. (2,910 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/76675 )
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:mechanic  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:established  smut:fucking  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.MCR.Secret.Santa  posted:2010-01  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  universe:Colour.verse  concept:dystopia  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:cyberpunk  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary) 
april 2011 by turlough
delphinapterus: Orange is the Smell of Bonfire Burning (Colour 'verse)
REC: Fall in L.A. is nothing like fall in Jersey. A lovely glimpse of Mikey and Frank's relationship after the end of 'The Land Between Black and White'. I love the quiet, almost wistful mood. (2011-04-24)
QUOTE: Frank is rattling around in the tiny kitchen of the apartment they're sharing when he gets in. The air smells like tomatoes and garlic a sure sign that Frank is cooking. Mikey isn't all that surprised to see the pile of dirty kitchen implements that always signal Frank is getting to the end of his cooking. It's weird to have a routine, still makes Frank twitchy that he does, but since he does Frank has taken it upon himself to make sure Mikey can eat when he gets back. He leans against the sink watching Frank work. "Well?" Frank asks as he pokes at whatever he has in the pot. "Another day, two tops, then it's done." "Cool, you ready to eat?" (2,070 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/18971 )
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  activity:cooking  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:PTSD  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:assassin/hitman  relationship:established  smut:blowjob  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  posted:2009-10  recced:2011-04  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  universe:Colour.verse  concept:dystopia  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:cyberpunk  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary) 
april 2011 by turlough
teigh_corvus: Circuit Breaker
REC: A beautiful Ray-centric mood piece set in the Killjoys 'verse. (2010-09-26)
QUOTE: He's not sure if it's a good idea, being this close to the Trottle bar. Between the high probability of the joint getting busted and sheer Wavehead anarchy, there are any number of ways this shit could go wrong. But the generator out-Zone's gone cold and until he can drum up some cash to get it humming again, electrical piracy is his only option. Ray shifts around, trying to shield the flickering glow from his screen while trying to make the most of the light streaming down the stairs. The music from the bar above thrums through the steel and concrete at his back, making his fingers twitch. He doesn't have time for that shit - there's a sandside meeting he has to make tonight, and fixing this hunk of junk requires steady hands. (419 words)
(also at http://crowgirl13.livejournal.com/453090.html & http://archiveofourown.org/works/245265 )
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  activity:stealing  activity:hacking  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:rebellion  concept:dystopia  occupation:rebel  occupation:hacker/programmer  setting:desert  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Ray  posted:2010-09  recced:2010-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.-1k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  universe:Danger.Days 
september 2010 by turlough
delphinapterus: The Land Between Black and White (Colour 'verse)
REC: Mikey's a teenager doing his best to get into CySchool, Bob is an Agent on his first undercover mission. This is wonderful story. The world building of this one is fantastic. At a cursory glance this universe doesn't look that different from the one we're used to, but the more we get to see of it the more we understand how very different it is. For me this created a fascinating atmosphere of chilly uncertainty and a strong wish to find out more of this world and it's history and future. The characterisations of Bob and Mikey, the two main protagonists, are another thing I loved about this story. You can really feel their doubts and uncertainties about what they're doing and where it's taking them. How important Gerard and Ray are to them and how far they're willing to go for them. (2010-07-04)
QUOTE: "I can't pick up anymore work," his father sounds annoyed.
Mikey tugs his headphones back so he can listen to his parents better. It sounds like the same fight they always have about money but he knows that things have changed since Gerard went to art school not, he thinks bitterly, that his parents will tell him anything. He hears the click of his mother's shoes crossing the floor.
"I know but it's his sixteenth. It's important."
"We can't afford Gerard coming back and that."
"I could pawn one of Elena's broaches."
Mikey's throat tightens at the thought of selling any of Elena's jewellery. He knows it is all they have left of her possessions and he hates the idea of losing even that. It was her unexpected death that is helping pay for Gerard's art school and Mikey knows that his brother feels guilty enough already about benefiting from her death. He thinks about the bootleg films tucked into his bag and wishes again there was a way to give his parents the money from them. It's not as much as he'd like but he's sure that if he could do that then his mother wouldn't be talking about selling the last pieces of Elena's presence. He wishes he were old and already through CySchool so they could look back on problems like this and laugh.
"We'll talk about this later, I have a shift," his father says and Mikey scoots down the steps to the basement so his father won't see him. He doesn't know what he'd say if his parents knew he heard them.
The basement is dark and cool after being outside and Mikey lets his eyes adjust. Gerard's drawings are still on the walls but the space where his bed and desk always sat makes the room feel empty. Mikey tries to ignore it as much as possible. The ancient computer his parents bought them takes up Mikey's desk. Gerard had always preferred drawing to computers and Mikey knows that his parents were grateful that he didn't follow Gerard's preferences in that. Unless there is a miracle Gerard is never going to be a famous enough artist to support the whole family. Mikey is practical enough to understand that even though Gerard is talented it isn't often an artist gets to be as famous Warhol. The programmers, the CySchool grads, they'll always make a good wage. They make enough Mikey knows that if he can become one of them he'll be able to support the rest of the family. If he's good enough he might even be able to support Gerard enough that he won't have to work in the CorpArt sector. The pamphlets for the CySchools pinned on the wall above the computer monitor right next to a panel from Gerard's comic are Mikey's reminder of why he needs to always do better. With a sigh he pulls out his homework. (38,110 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/97068 )
author:delphinapterus  fandom:Bandom  activity:hacking  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:char.death.minor  beings:teenagers  occupation:student.high.school  occupation:student.college  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:hacker/programmer  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:mechanic  occupation:assassin/hitman  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  setting:bar/club  setting:shop  setting:garage  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:Chicago  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Bob/Ray(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Ray(secondary)  pairing:Frank/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  pov:Bob  challenge:2010.BBB  posted:2010-06  recced:2010-07  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  universe:Colour.verse  concept:dystopia  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:cyberpunk  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
july 2010 by turlough
tuesdaysgone: Feeling The Future On Your Skin
REC: Bob is the captain of a fleet spaceship, one of their newest passangers catches his interest. A space AU that takes place in the Dune universe. I'd no idea I craved a Gerard-as-a-precog story but this story is exactly everything I didn't know I wanted. I love space AUs and I've always liked the original Dune books, and together with the action and adventures and the excellent characterisation, this story might as well have be written specially for me :-) And tuesdaysgone's wonderful knack for fitting the guys into a completely different setting and making them both believable there and recognisably themselves makes this story even greater. (2009-12-13)
QUOTE: "I assume this is important, Mr. Way, but speed it up. I have a ship to run."
"It's Mikey," the young man said tonelessly. "Mikey Way. Not that it matters, but... I'm Mikey, and my brother's -"
"Gerard," Bob finished. "I read the manifest. What can I do for you, Mikey?"
"I just wanted to... I was hoping to talk to you before Doctor George got to you. About why we're here."
"You read my mind," Bob replied. Mikey flinched visibly. Bob filed the observation away, but continued, "You can explain what's going on with your brother, I hope? I won't lie, Mikey, I don't enjoy doing favors for the Ministerium to begin with, and having a prisoner on board is not making me happy."
"He's not supposed to be," Mikey replied quickly. "A prisoner, that is. He volunteered. But the manacles were Doctor George's idea, and a bad one. He locked Gerard's data feed and reprogrammed the door locks, too. I don't know why he thinks that will help. I don't know why Gerard has to be kept in line. Gerard's not going anywhere... we're in space, for gods' sake."
Bob let Mikey talk till he seemed to wind himself down, then asked pointedly, "Volunteered for what?"
Mikey looked back at him, wide-eyed. "I'm really not supposed to talk about it. That's what they told me, when they let me stay with him. But there wasn't anyone to tell...we've been at that station ever since. If Doctor George knew I was talking to you about it, he'd tell *them*." The horror in his voice was audible in that final word.
Bob closed his eyes, rubbed his temples with a calloused hand. This kid was hard to read, but he'd obviously jumped at his first chance to cry out for help - if it was a cry for help - to Bob. Why did this keep happening to him? Bob Bryar, champion of the strays. "I think you should explain," he said calmly.
"We grew up on Ecaz," Mikey replied. "Gerard's always been different, and there, with the artists and the mystics, people didn't notice when he started talking about visions. The sapho juice helped keep it under control, or maybe just made it so he could deal with them."
[...] "We were evacuated during the coup last year, pretty much with the clothes on our backs, and his... abilities came to the notice of the ship's medical staff during that first detox. We were supposed to be taken to House Ecaz allies in the Latha system; the Ministerium had a presence there, and said they could help, and he'd have done anything to learn to control his powers. But recently... we've been at the Ministerium's compound on Latha-6 ever since the evacuation, and they've never moved us before. They're planning something, I know. I don't trust them. If Gerard was in his right mind...."
"He's not?" Bob asked. As if he needed to ask; those feral hazel eyes were still branded in his memory.
"They keep testing things. Drug combinations. They wanted melange, probably, but if they can't get it they're determined to duplicate the results another way. They modified those receptors they put on him into neural restrictors, to control both the visions and the symptoms of the detox. He's different when he's wearing them. I guess it's easier." Easier for whom? Bob wondered. Mikey didn't sound convinced either.
"You said he volunteered, Mikey. Why doesn't he just leave?"
"Just because he started as a volunteer doesn't mean that's how he'll end up. I'm... I'm afraid, Captain Bryar." (20,210 words)
(also at http://archiveofourown.org/works/187211 )
author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:kidnapping  activity:rescue  concept:violence  concept:in.space!  concept:ordinary.lives  condition:injury  condition:illness  occupation:military  occupation:pilot  occupation:smuggler  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:wall.sex  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:alien.planet  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:The.Used  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Bob  challenge:2009.Drawn.To  posted:2009-12  recced:2009-12  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:character.study  fic:source:book  concept:esp:precog  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Bob/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary)  pairing:Bob/Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Dan/Jepha(secondary) 
december 2009 by turlough

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