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heartofthesunrise: A Million Reasons
REC: Gerard and Ray figuring out how to go from friends to lovers, from the Black Parade tour to Project Revolution. A lovely on-tour story. (2016-09-18)
QUOTE: Gerard shook out a cigarette and put it between his lips, then dug in his pocket for a lighter. He came up empty handed. "Do you have -" he started, but Ray already had one hand in his jeans pocket. He leaned forward and cupped his palm around the tip of Gerard's cigarette to light it. Gerard leaned into the motion and his cheeks hollowed as he breathed in. Ray could see the dusting of summer freckles across Gerard's nose. He turned away and blew a stream of smoke into the mild English sunshine. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I just..." Ray turned away from him. It was hard to look Gerard in the face and talk about your feelings - he was too expressive, and too relentlessly sincere. "You remember when you were ready to quit after the first album?"
"Hold up, you're not ready to quit, right?" Gerard put a hand on Ray's shoulder and squeezed, hard and anxious. "We can't replace you, Ray, you -"
"No! No, I'd never quit. I was just thinking about how, like, it could've stopped there."
"Oh." As quickly as he'd been riled up, Gerard settled again. "It would've, if you hadn't talked sense into me." He leaned on Ray's shoulder. That conversation seemed like lifetimes ago - Ray remembered it like an out-of-body experience, like he was watching a movie about himself trying to convince Gerard to keep the band going, sitting there at Elena's kitchen table. "It didn't, though," Gerard continued. "I asked you to save the world with me and you made good on it."
"I don't think the world's totally safe yet, dude." Ray tilted towards Gerard so that they were propped up against each other. "But I don't think I ever thought about us making it this far. And like... It's Maiden. That means it's real."
Gerard laughed, but in a way where Ray knew he wasn't laughing at him. "Far be it from me to, you know, present you with the realities of your station," he said, gesturing vaguely with the hand holding the cigarette. A whorl of smoke curved around his wrist, then away. "But you're the shredding rock god lead guitarist of a pretty important band. Like, I think it's safe to say you're already some kid's Dave Murray."
Ray blushed and squinted out into the sunshine. "Shit," he said. "Yeah, okay."
Gerard ashed onto the concrete. They were warmed by the sun, and by each other, still leaning together like the uneven sides of a pyramid. "And like you said, the world's not saved yet. You've got to make good on that promise." He tilted his head to face Ray - they were very close. Ray could smell Gerard's sweat, ripe with the overtones of tobacco and stale coffee, making his head swim. Gerard smiled. His sudden and vigorous sincerity was overwhelming.
"I'm a man of my word," he said. He blinked owlishly back at Gerard. "I'm here till you tell me not to be."
Gerard's face shifted, going soft, almost pitying. He pressed forward and Ray twitched in alarm, thinking for a brief and horrifying second that Gerard was going to kiss him. His heart hammered in his chest. As often as he'd thought about it, he had no recourse for the actual thing. Instead, Gerard buried his face in Ray's neck, under the cloud of his hair. "Thank you," he said, muffled. Then, "Let's go kick Iron Maiden's ass." (31,420 words)
author:heartofthesunrise  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  concept:music  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  geography:Europe  geography:US:New.Jersey  geography:US:New.York  tour:2007.Project.Revolution  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  pov:Gerard  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-09 
october 2016 by turlough
LadySmutterella: Passing Fancy
REC: Gerard has a coping strategy when the pressure of touring gets too much. But one night Frank and Mikey walk into the bar he's chosen for the night. A scorchingly hot crossdressing fic with a great Gerard characterisation. And a very sweet ending. (2016-03-13)
QUOTE: Gerard has no idea how he's getting away with this, but they seem oblivious. They're doing this back and forth across him that Gerard's seen them use to devastating effect on a hundred other girls, and he's slightly blurry with his drinks and for just one second he closes his eyes and pretends that he could be their next conquest.
It's a mistake. When he opens his eyes again, Frank has slipped his arm around Gerard's waist and Mikey's hand has crept up under his skirt.
It's shocking - not in what they're doing, but in how much he wants this - and he realizes he needs to get out now.
"I should go." The words don't sound convincing, even to his own ears, and he's not surprised when Frank holds him tighter, Mikey slides his hand further up Gerard's leg.
"C'mon." Frank leans into him, so close that Gerard can feel his breath on his neck as he talks. "One more drink, beautiful." He runs his fingers over Gerard's waist, tucking them under his t-shirt and stroking the soft skin he finds there. "We won't make you do anything you don't want to, I swear."
"One more," Gerard says, even though he knows what a fucking bad idea this is, and Mikey hums with satisfaction and holds out a twenty to the bartender.
It's one drink too many, even for him, and he catches the concerned look the bartender shoots him when he climbs down off the stool and stumbles slightly as he picks up his purse. He doesn't know what to say, though, and in the end it's Frank who shrugs at him.
"We'll get her home safe," he says, and catches Gerard as he stumbles. He has his best trustworthy face on, and Gerard knows just how unconvincing it is, and ends up choking on the laugh he tries to swallow.
They get as far as the outside of the bar before Frank breaks his word, though. (5,000 words)
author:ladysmutterella  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:crossdressing  activity:drinking  concept:genderfuck  relationship:Waycest  setting:bar/club  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  smut:vehicle.sex  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-03  recced:2016-03 
april 2016 by turlough
ermengarde : It's for the bat that I'm gonna buy
REC: The one where Mikey is the most cursed and gets by with a little help from his band. This is a delightful little story. Charming and funny and very sweet. (2016-02-07)
QUOTE: He takes a while to get out of his bunk and he nearly gets his left wing caught on the curtain, but he eventually gets free and flies all up into Gee's face and Gee almost hits him right out of the air before he realizes it's Mikey. "MikeyWay! You're a fucking *bat*."
"He's a fucking *vampire* bat" Frank shouts from behind Gerard, pulling Gerard's hands down and away from Mikey. "Mikes, you can't eat Gee's blood, he's too fucking pale already."
Gerard huffs and turns around to face Frank. "Frankie." He says, using the voice he generally keeps for explaining things to little kids. "Mikey needs to eat, and he's only tiny so he won't take much blood. And anyway, he can't eat *you*, you'll just get sick."
"I wasn't fucking offering! And I would not get sick. Dick." Frank breaks off into ridiculous giggles, and really, flying is tiring and there's really not enough space on this bus to swoop right so Mikey lands on Gerard's back. He can clamber about using his claws, which is kind of cool.
"Right then." Gerard nods and tries to turn his head so he can see Mikey on his back. (1,330 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.others  concept:curse  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-08  recced:2016-02 
april 2016 by turlough
akamine_chan: The Glam Rock Life
REC: Frank is exhausted when he arrives at Gerard's hotel room. A lovely little story. So warm and full of love. (2015-03-08)
QUOTE: His face was ashen in the mirror, unshaven and stubbly, reflecting his bone-deep tiredness. His hair was greasy and lank, his mouth tasted like death, and he was just barely holding on to consciousness.
Twelve hours from JFK to Abu Dhabi, an hour layover, and then another fourteen hours before landing in Melbourne, trapped in a tiny economy seat that felt claustrophobic even to him because there'd been nothing available in first class. That would teach him to impulse fly around the globe just because he fucking missed Gerard.
He grinned at himself, because he was stupidly ridiculous. Gerard had the next few days off, but Frank would be back on a plane the day after, racing against the clock to get back in time for his next show. (669 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:fluff  relationship:established  setting:on.tour  geography:Australia  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-03  recced:2015-03 
march 2015 by turlough
ermengarde: Tylenol and Orange Juice
REC: The one where Ray has mutant flu and Mikey takes care of him. A sweet little on-tour story. (2015-02-22)
QUOTE: Mikey brings Ray the last remaining pack of Kleenex, and pulls Ray's comforter higher over Ray's shoulder. Ray is huddled in his bunk, face to the wall, and he looks completely miserable. Even his hair looks lank and sad. "You need anything, Ray?"
"M'cold and m..," Ray trails off into a groan.
Mikey puts his hand on Ray's forehead - he doesn't really know what he's feeling for, but his mom always used to do it and... fuck. "Dude, you're burning up, you're, like, I could fry an egg on you."
Ray makes a really sad little noise. "Please don't."
Mikey tucks the comforter around Ray some more. "I'm not gonna Ray, I'll, um, like, yeah." Mikey nods and pulls the curtain around Ray's bunk.
Mikey heads out to the lounge, where Bob and Frankie are playing some kind of game that involves hitting each other's knuckles and Gerard is doodling on the back of an envelope that he's picked up somewhere. Mikey hopes Gerard isn't stealing mail from the venues again, it's not like they're touring in a shitty van with no money, Gerard can afford to buy fucking paper.
"Guys." Mikey stands, holding on to thing with the coffee maker on it, waiting for them to pay attention. "Guys, Ray's really, really sick. I'm going to get the bus to find a Target or something and get him some stuff."
Bob nods. "We can get Frank some kind of anti-infection mask, too."
"Hey!" Frank shouts.
"Shh." Mikey glares at Frank. "He's *sleeping*." (2,750 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  condition:illness  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Mikey  challenge:2015.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
march 2015 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Our Hands Were Just That Close
REC: The first time Gerard lies on the gurney on the Black Parade tour his daemon isn't with him. A fascinating and thoughtprovoking little Daemons AU. I really like the way the daemons are used to show us things about the guys. (2015-02-01)
QUOTE: Gerard and Nadine are never onstage together during the tour. There's a flurry of press at first, and people ask what children will think of such a display and about Gerard's health in bullshit ways, but it dies down as soon as the paparazzi catch Nadine flying around Gerard's shoulders while he's out on a walk. Frank still sees Gerard talk about it with worried fans sometimes after that, but there's less hand wringing overall.
Frank, on the other hand, gets more worried as time passes even though Gerard seems as good as ever. Better, considering how ugly their touring in the Revenge days had been.
He probably wouldn't have started worrying if Mikey hadn't sent Hortense off to get him something from the bus when the band was in the green room on the opposite side of the arena. Up until that moment, the additional range Mikey had gotten before he'd had to leave the Black Parade recording sessions had been something that had become part of the fabric of Mikey, something that niggled at Frank now and then but was mostly a mark of Mikey's survival. Hortense rarely tested their range, though. She usually hung out around Mikey's neck, tail curled on Mikey's chest.
Some kind of trauma is behind Gerard's range, too, but what part? It wasn't Elena; Gerard's decline after that point would have made it impossible to hide from the band.
"It's none of your fucking business," Rizzo reminds Frank when he's picking at a Pop Tart on the bus one morning and worrying about Gerard.
"But what if something's wrong?"
"Then you ask him if he wants to talk about it. But this is between him and his daemon." (1,900 words)
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fandom:His.Dark.Materials  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fusion  activity:performing  beings:daemons  condition:mental.illness  concept:addiction  concept:sobriety  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  time:post-band  geography:US:Los.Angeles  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2015-02  recced:2015-02 
february 2015 by turlough
teigh_corvus: The Eighth Rest
REC: On the necessity of mid-tour road trips when the majority of the band isn't human. A wonderful little story right on the boundary between magical realism and urban fantasy. It's so nice to get something from this writer again. The settings and atmosphere is so wonderfully vivid and Bob's voice is so clear and distinct. I love the way small details bring the otherwordliness of the guys alive and the interaction between all of them is spot-on. (2015-01-25)
QUOTE: Drone-song of grasshoppers, the voice of heat and summer, fills the car. Bob's not sure where they are at the moment, aside from on a back road, in the middle of the country. The directions to the private preserve are clear and Ray's navigating, so he isn't too worried. Even if Frank's driving. The plan is to vanish into the countryside for an afternoon, maybe sleep out under the stars if the weather holds. They all need the break. The opportunity to slip fur during the day for an extended run, has kindled a slow-burning anticipation in Bob.
Brian hadn't even tried to talk them out of the trip. He'd taken one look at them in the bus lounge - Frank trailing sparks in his wake as he paced, the huddled lump of Ways on the couch - and nodded curtly, phone already in hand. The car had appeared pretty quickly, after that call. Bob suspects Brian had already planned for a day trip. Though it's also possible someone was just looking for an excuse to pawn this junker off on some out-of-towners. It's more bond-o and rust than metal, and there's an ominous rattle when it starts up, but it runs. Barely.
Bob loses the coin toss for both driving and shotgun. He narrows his eyes at Frank and Ray, wondering yet again if their particular affinities include the ability to manipulate metal.
Bob, much to his grumpy dismay, ends up sitting on the hump, a sleepy Way curled up on either side. Lester is a too warm weight on his feet, but Bob doesn't mind that. The dragon is probably worst off, of all of them; he's been stuck in his schnauzer form for most of the last two months. Bob knows that close contact with his horde-folk helps maintain the dog seeming, so he can't begrudge Lester his location, despite the sweaty feet. One thing that this piece of shit car has is legroom, thank god.
It doesn't have a working radio - which sucks - or air conditioning. They just roll down the windows and let the wind whip in. Frankly, Bob likes that better anyway; July's multitude of scents eddies in around them, twining around the familiar scents of his band. It's almost as good as running. (2,010 words)
author:teigh_corvus  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:magical.realism  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:animals.dogs  beings:dragons  beings:shapeshifter  beings:faeries  beings:werewolves  concept:magic  relationship:friendship  setting:road.trip  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2014.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-12  recced:2015-01 
january 2015 by turlough
akamine_chan: Misery You Choose
REC: Frank and Gerard talks on the phone. A lovely little story. (2014-11-16)
QUOTE: In the past, when Frank got like this, Gerard would wrap him up in a hug. Frank would press his face against Gerard's neck, inhaling the scent of him, sweat and smoke. "Miss you."
Gerard makes a soft sound. "You know what I would do if I was there, don't you?" His voice is so soft and quiet, like he's telling Frank something secret. "I would pull you into a hug, and remind you that we're doing this because we love this, playing music, talking to the kids... it's what we were born to do."
Frank closes his eyes and just listens to Gerard's voice. (396 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:family  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  time:post-band  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:FrnkIero.and.the.Cellabration  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-10  recced:2014-11 
november 2014 by turlough
ermengarde: Frank Is Not A Purple People Eater
REC: Can't a monster just be a fucking monster without having to feel like they're letting everyone down by not being a rotting zombie, too? A totally delightful little ficlet about Frank and the weirdness of the Way brothers. (2014-08-17)
QUOTE:Gerard is so earnest about everyone being beautiful and differences being important, and not conforming to stereotypes and undead rights and all of that shit and fuck... it's the only time in his entirely life that Frank hasn't felt the need to hide his red fur patches and the fact that his favorite food is moss, and all that kind of thing, but he also spends at least 30% of his time feeling guilty that he isn't undead and that he can't appreciate Gerard campaigning for his rights, and that he isn't repulsive and oozy (in his vainer moments Frank's pretty sure he's kinda good looking, actually, even by society's fucked up normative ideal...). It SUCKS.
...Obviously it doesn't suck TOO hard, after all it would be fucking difficult to be vegetarian if he had to live on brains or eat children, but... Why can't he be in a band with normal people who'd be grateful that Frankie looks mostly human? (506 words)
(also at http://bandom-meme.dreamwidth.org/17301.html?thread=589461#cmt589461 )
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:urban.fantasy  beings:trolls  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
keeprunning: The Weekend Pancake Report
REC: An alternative take on the breakup of the band. A very nice read. Maybe a little sentimental and it could do with some copyediting but the Frank characterisation is great and I really liked the vivid writing. (2014-08-03)
QUOTE: [S]omewhere along the way, on stage kisses turned into kisses off stage in back hallways and hotel rooms and vans and before he really recognized what was happening, Frank found himself in real and actual love with Gerard. And the bitch of it was - is - that Frank *knows* Gerard feels it too, and right in this moment he can watch him punking out all over his face. It's fucking classic Gerard, and it makes Frank to kiss him and kick him in equal parts.
"You know what, Gerard? Fuck you," Gerard recoils like he's been slapped, and the reaction adds flame to Frank's fury. "*Fuck*. *You*. I'm in love with you, and I have *been in love* with you. For Christ's sake - I loved you when you were a nobody fuck-up from their mom's basement in Jersey and a fucking alcoholic, coke-head asshole. I loved you when you scrapped an entire album I poured my guts into and when I had to stay up all night so you wouldn't *kill yourself* and when you had the flu - Gerard, I held the fucking *bucket for you* in the back of the van all the way to Minnesota. I have washed puke from your *hair* -"
Frank's throat constricts, and whatever he was going to say next chokes off. Frank heaves a huge breath that scrapes at his lungs, and shakes his head. "I do everything for you, Gee, and I throw everything else away. You shit all over me, and I do it. And you have the balls to stand here and tell me I love a motherfucking *idea*? Well, here's some news, Gee:
"The idea of you? *Is not so fucking beautiful.*"
Gerard says nothing. That's the worst part. He just stands there with his palms splayed open in front of him, like he's done it in surprise and gotten stuck there. Everyone is frozen and looking for all the word like they're waiting for a fade to black so they can move into the next scene, but the electrical on the bus has always been pretty damn good. it's Ray who breaks the silence.
"Okay, that's enough," he says, and he's trying to be stern with them but Ray's never had that dad poker-face, and it comes out a lot more pleading than threatening.
The laugh is barking out of Frank before he realizes that it's coming from him. It sounds crazy and sad and he hadn't felt like crying before, but now he really, really does.
"It's not enough, though," he says, "That's the whole fucking point." (9,950 words)
author:keeprunning  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:drinking  concept:music  concept:solo.career  setting:on.tour  time:the.breakup  time:post-band  geography:US:New.Jersey  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Frank/Jamia(past)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(past)  pov:Frank  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-08  recced:2014-08 
august 2014 by turlough
gorgeousnerd: Kiss Kiss
REC: The one where Frank and Gerard expand their D/s play. Such a sweet and *happy* story. I love how relaxed and comfortable they are together. And the kissing is so hot. (2014-05-11)
QUOTE: "Fuck me, asshole," Frank says in a happy gust of breath. "Like you mean it."
Gerard bends down and, with his teeth set just a little, grabs Frank's loose hair and tugs. Frank laughs and rolls his hips up, but Gerard only lets Frank's dick glance his hip even though he's hard, too.
"Not until I'm ready."
It shouldn't be a surprise that his bedroom voice with Frank is his stage voice; sexy confidence doesn't come to the Gerard Way that goes to buy groceries or plays Magic with Worm and Mikey. But he pauses like he always does when That Voice comes out. Instead of getting on with it, he looses his fingers in Frank's hair and strokes.
Frank frowns. Not in a pissed way - he just looks confused. "Gee?"
"Stay still," Gerard says. He ghosts his thumb over Frank's lips; they're not as swollen as Gerard wants. "Or I'll stop."
Frank still looks a little puzzled, but Gerard waits, and eventually, Frank shrugs and nods.
Gerard rewards him right away by dropping his mouth to Frank's. (1,970 words)

(also at http://firmament.dreamwidth.org/71761.html )
author:gorgeousnerd  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  fic:genre:character.study  relationship:established  relationship:d/s  smut:bondage  smut:handjob  smut:blowjob  setting:on.tour  setting:on.break  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-05  recced:2014-05 
may 2014 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?"
"Sure."
"Thanks."
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?"
"Yeah?"
"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
cybercandy: Where Is My Mind?
REC: Mikey looses his memory on tour. A nice little eary days story with lots of great band interactions. I really liked the way Mikey and his amnesia were written. How he reacted to finding out he's in a band and the way the thing with Gerard developed. The hopeful ending felt very right. (2014-02-23)
QUOTE: "Head feeling better?" Ray asks when Mikey returns from the filthy restrooms. He's sitting with his back against a tire, sandwich in one, coffee in the other hand.
"Yeah. Enjoying the coffee?" Mikey mumbles. He can tell that mornings aren't his strong point and he's still got the shadow of a headache, although he's not sure if that's still from hitting his head, a hangover or caffeine withdrawal. He's hoping the coffee he's got in the shop will help if it's the latter.
"Coffee's shit, but it's coffee" Ray sighs. Mikey can only nod his agreement. Mornings, he decides, are not friends. They happen too fucking early.
He's half-way finished his coffee when he hears a curse, followed by Gee shouting, "Ow, motherfucker, get off me!" Frank comes tumbling out of the van, followed by a very dishevelled and sleepy looking Gee.
"Coffeeeee" Frank screams, launching himself at Ray who puts a protective hand over his cup, growling, "Get your own, you coffee-stealing freak."
Gee is making grabby hands with his eyes closed and he looks so pitiful that Mikey offers him his cup.
"Did Mikey just give his coffee to Gee?" Frank stage-whispers to Otter, who's in the driver's seat and texting furiously.
"Must've hit his head harder than we thought," Otter mumbles. (3,420 words)
(also at http://cybercandy.dreamwidth.org/7701.html )
author:cybercandy  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:character.study  activity:performing  activity:drinking  activity:drug.use  condition:injury  condition:amnesia  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  relationship:Waycest  smut:frottage  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary)  pov:Mikey  challenge:2013.Bandom.Holidays  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
rubytuesday5681: Enjoy the Silence
REC: This summer is different. Frank contemplates Gerard during Warped 2005. This is quite lovely. Very interesting to see Gerard through Frank's eyes. It really highlights the differences betwen them. (2014-02-02)
QUOTE: This summer is better.
Gerard says his soul doesn't stink like the rotted pit of hell anymore. Frank thinks Gerard himself doesn't stink like that anymore either. Frank doesn't miss the sweatboozedirtfilthvomit eau de Gerard from last summer at all. It makes him a bit easier to take.
Sometimes Gerard is harder to take, though - like right now.
Right now Gerard just wants to be left alone. That's what he said when Frank and Ray invited him to play Zelda. It's the perfect game to pass the time on a long day of driving. Gerard doesn't want to watch a movie, either. He's just sitting under a blanket on the corner of the couch looking out the window. He isn't even sketching. Somehow Frank has a harder time with it when Gerard's fingers aren't busy making art or writing notes or even smoking... something. It's when he just sits and stares that Frank gets nervous. He worries. He knows the worrying pisses Gerard off, but Frank does it anyway. He can't help it. He isn't able to stop himself from asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Gerard just shakes his head and leaves the couch. (1,050 words)
author:rubytuesday5681  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:sobriety  things:memories  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  tour:2005.Warped  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-02 
february 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Say Hello to the Good Times
REC: The one about eyeliner where Ray suprises Gerard. An absolutely delightful little story. I love the Ray characterisation and the interplay between the guys. And it's really hot too. (2014-01-05)
QUOTE: It's weird; he's known Gerard for years, they'd been a band forever, but it wasn't until they'd finished the Black Parade that he saw Gerard. Recording that damn album had changed them all, taken them to the edge of calling it quits and pushing them on, back into the light.
The guys are regular guys, into comics and horror movies, but they do love their eyeliner. Frank, Mikey and Gerard all spend an inordinate amount of time in front of mirrors before their shows, carefully applying eyeliner and other, less understood things. Foundation. Eyeshadow. Things that glitter and shine.
Bob calmly reads the newest issue of Drum! magazine, steady as a rock, while Ray watches surreptitiously, trying not to be fascinated by the ritual of it. When Frank catches him watching, meeting Ray's eyes in the mirror, Ray can't help the blush that heats his cheeks and turns away, pretending to be engrossed in an ongoing conversation between some techs.
"You want me to do you?" Frank asks, days and miles later, when he sees Ray not-watching. Gerard's watching the openers from sidestage, and Frank keeps his voice low. He holds up an eyeliner pencil and gestures, and Ray's first instinct is to back away, like it's a weapon. (1,150 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:PWP  activity:performing  things:makeup  things:Gerard's.platinum.hair  concept:genderfuck  relationship:established  relationship:friendship  smut:blowjob  smut:public.sex  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Gerard/Ray(primary)  pov:Ray  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 2014 by turlough
ermengarde: Pete Will Not Let Marauding Dragons Eat His Patrick
REC: What it says on the tin. Hilarious piece of fluff. (2014-01-05)
QUOTE: Pete's head fucking hurts, and when he reaches up to touch it, he's got a huge lump on his forehead, so he groans because a lump is not a hangover and therefore Andy will give him sympathy.
"You're awake then?"
"PATRICK!" Pete's eyes fly open. PATRICK! NOT EATEN! NOT FROZEN! BEST PATRICK!
"Yes. Pete, what were you doing, running at Frank?"
"Frank?" What? WHAT?
"Last night, before you tripped over a root and knocked yourself out on a rock, you ran at Frank yelling about how I wasn't a virgin to be sacrificed and if I was, I wouldn't be for long. Would you care to explain?" (559 words)
author:ermengarde  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:animals.others  beings:dragons  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Pete  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2014-01  recced:2014-01 
january 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Group Hug
REC: James is the luckies motherfucker in the world. A warm and happymaking little glimpse of James Dewees at a party. (2013-12-09)
QUOTE: He tries to move upstream back to the girl with the tattoos, but fails to win against the tide of partiers, so he lets himself be pushed into the living room. He sees the My Chem guys and as he drifts by, he reaches out.
Frankie grabs his hand and pulls him into their space, and there's laughter and trash-talking and Ray's describing some riff he heard, and Mikey and Gerard are explaining an obscure variant of D&D they want to try [...] (398 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:fluff  activity:drinking  relationship:friendship  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Reggie.and.the.Full.Effect  pov:James.D  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2013-12 
december 2013 by turlough
dapatty: The One Where Frank Was a Dragon
REC: The one where Frank discovers he's a dragon. Totally adorable little piece of fluff. And it's nice to see an early days story with a good Otter characterisation. (2013-11-10)
QUOTE: "Wouldn't it be cool though, Frankie. If unicorns were *real*? I mean Otter *is* an otter. It'd be so rad if unicorns are a thing, right?"
"Yeah, totally," Frank agreed. Hell, for all Frank knew, there were unicorns. Lots of them. Just like roaming the plains and shit, and only appearing to virgins. Mikey thought there were unicorns, anyway - not that he'd be able to see one now, if that virgin thing was an actual rule. That dude had surprisingly impressive game for a kid with such wack hair. (Frank knew he didn't have any room to talk, but Frank had the usual amount of game, you know?) Frank took a steadying breath and asked, "Other things would be cool too, you know? Like dragons. It be rad if there were dragons, right?" Then he held his breath.
"Fuck yeah, Frankie," Gerard agreed emphatically. "It'd be so rad. *If only*." Gerard said the last so wistfully, Frank almost said the words. Almost told his secret. He was almost certain, that out of anybody, Gerard wouldn't freak out. He wouldn't even blink. He'd probably just think it was cool and then go back to talking about vampires. But maybe he wouldn't. Maybe he would freak out and tell Frank to leave and mean it because Frank's omission was pretty much lying. That maybe was just too much of an unknown, it left him frozen in fear at the thought.
So he tried to push that part of himself down. Forgot about it. He couldn't even fly, so there wasn't any reason to want to stretch his wings the farther the van took them from home. (2,840 words)
author:dapatty  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  fic:genre:fluff  activity:transformation.animate  beings:dragons  beings:animals.others  beings:shapeshifter  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  setting:on.tour  time:early.days  band:My.Chemical.Romance  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-11  recced:2013-11 
november 2013 by turlough
annemari: This Is How I Disappear
REC: The one where Gerard suddenly becomes invisible. Such a sweet little story. Way brothers are the best! (2013-10-27)
QUOTE: Ray sighs. "Come on, guys, we don't have time for this." He raises his voice. "Gerard, man, get out here, we have to leave soon and Frank's acting weirder than usual."
Gerard swallows heavily, steps forward and puts his hand on Ray's shoulder. Ray screams and jumps back.
"Told you," Frank says.
Ray's eyes are darting around the room, not once focusing on him, and Gerard abruptly feels like he wants to cry.
"Hey, so," he says. "I'm not dead or anything, right?"
There's a pause. "Well," Frank says, and steps forward. "I'd think if you were a ghost or something then we *could* see you, but not touch you, right?"
"Ghost, what?" Ray asks. "I don't -"
"Yeah, but -"
"Plus, then there'd, like, be a body," Frank says. "And I'm pretty sure yours is right, uh." He waves his hand around vaguely in front of Gerard. Gerard catches it and holds on. Frank doesn't flinch this time.
"See," Frank says, and then makes a face. "Well, not *see*, but, uh. You're right here."
Gerard squeezes his hand tighter, then looks at Ray. Ray's staring in Gerard's direction, but mostly he's staring at Frank's hand, how it must look like there's, well, an invisible hand squeezing it. (2,810 words)
author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:character.study  concept:invisibility  relationship:brothers  setting:on.tour  tour:2006-2007.Black.Parade  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-10  recced:2013-10 
october 2013 by turlough

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